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bigassmoonchild · 8 months

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The Hearing

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

The first four parts give context, but may not be required for this read.

Summary: Being stuck in hearing sucked. Especially when Price revealed things about yourself you hadn't even known, and now Ghost was unsure of the choices he'd been making.

Content Tags: Separation, Mentions of Violence, Mild Storybuilding, Scenting, Mentions of Possible Pregnancy, Ghost Walking Out, Ghost being Unsure, No Use of Y/N, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost

A/N: This took me half of The Wolverine, 16 minutes of Hamilton and 12 episodes of Bluey to get through. No sex yet, but if y'all don't want the pregnancy ark do let me know. This series may be coming to an end soon, but that doesn't mean Doc is going away forever. As always, content under the cut and requests are open <3

P.S: I was going to adjust part of this, but I've figured out a way to extend this story a little further, so I'm removing it from being privately posted. My apologies!

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This keeps fucking happening. It took four months before you and Ghost got in trouble again. Instead of having each other, now you were stuck without the other. The rest of the 141 was busy smuggling items between yourself and Ghost, it finally having gotten out that the two of you were mated.

That you were an Omega.

You were removed from training your squad for the time being, currently being investigating for the incident that had happened. Too many times you had seen the same people for hearings. Too many times you were stuck sitting in the same room and looking among the same people.

"Can you explain to us how no one knew that Michael wasn't taking his suppressants?" Was the question posed to you.

You adjusted in your seat, smoothing down the pair of nice pants you'd thrown on and smelling the thick perfume you'd put on to block the distressed scent you'd been throwing off. "No one in the compound is capable of scenting other people, those abilities are blocked with the military grade suppressants we are given. Scents are also dulled with the suppressants, so no one would've been able to tell," you explained. Short and simple, not nearly as scientific as it should've been.

"And you couldn't tell? Being mated means off of suppressants, which means you should've been able to scent him."

"It takes a minimum of two days off suppressants for a scent to begin coming back and another week before the androstenone in an Alphas body to increase dangerously high. I was on leave for three weeks prior to the incident, so I had to have returned back to base at nearly the two week mark," you wanted to see Simon.

You each had a babysitter, swapping out in shifts so neither of you were unattended for more than five minutes. You'd began self-soothing, rubbing the gland on your wrist aggressively against your neck gland, the clothes you were receiving weekly from Price wasn't doing enough.

No matter what, you were still stuck in this god damn hearing. Until you could smell Simon. You spun in your seat, searching the general room for him, watching as he was led forward, taking a seat across the aisle from you.

"Now, Mr. Riley, what caused you to attack Michael?" You were still watching him, only his balaclava to protect his face from those around you. You could just barely see his side-profile, his hardly blinking eyes as he stared down the person questioning him.

He glanced briefly at you. "My Omega was being attacked, I could smell her distress from a few halls down so I was going to find out what was happening. I heard him screaming at her and threatening her life, so I did what I had to to protect her," he answered, no hesitation. They hummed and nodded, glancing at you before looking back to Simon.

God, he smelled so much better than his clothes.

"Doctor, please try and pay attention," you looked down into your lap, giving a small sorry before the hearing proceeded. "What caused Michael to attack you?" At this you had to pause. It all happened so fast and you'd shoved the memory to the back of your head.

"He wanted to get out of the squad, he didn't want a Doctor ordering him around. I assume Mr. Riley said something to him, as he was causing problems with the soldiers covering my squad while I was on leave. He tried to press for information regarding my relationship with the Lieutenant, but I wasn't going to allow him insight he didn't need to know," they were writing everything down, clacking of keyboards and scraping of pens and pencils against paper.

"Do tell us what happened next,"

Looking away, you had to take a deep breath. You could feel the panic setting back in. "I told him that he wouldn't be able to remain in the military or find a new branch if he left. He had too many infractions and I pulled his file to show him, and he lunged for it. Michael was trying to take his file from me, and he could smell I was an Omega. That's when I realized he was going feral," you picked at your fingers, not looking at the group of people as you tried to remember what happened.

They glanced back at their notes, speaking with each other for a moment. "How would you know he was going feral?"

"I have medical documents of my squad. I know when their last heat or rut was, and I decide when they go on leave to ensure they aren't on suppressants for too long that it becomes dangerous, such as what occurred between myself and my Alpha. The androstenone inside an Alpha increases, albeit being dormant, the longer suppressants are taken without a natural rut occurring," you explained. This was the easy part, the things you knew exactly the ins and outs of.

They nodded along with you, fingers still clacking on keyboards as you explained.

"Once someone stops taking suppressants, the androstenone becomes active again. The longer they go without the rut, the more that become active. If they don't rid themselves of the androstenone, it'll force them into ferality to keep the increasing hormones from severely hurting them," they interrupted you for a moment.

"What does ferality do for the Alpha?"

"It ensures that they mate with the nearest Omega in or out of heat to naturally expel the androstenone. If they don't, their rut gets worse and they begin to have different areas of the brain shut down until they are no more than an animal, looking for the next thing to breed," you explained. "Most cases are euthanized, to ensure they don't suffer for long," you added, ensuring they would understand why it was so dangerous.

You had zoned out once they began talking with Simon again. His scent was washing over you every now and again as the AC unit blew cooler air into the room. This room had no windows and was in the middle of the building so they installed AC's for the stifling summer, which meant scents were wafting around with each other and mixing.

But Simons? It was amazing, being able to get it damn near straight from the source. You were waiting for all of this to be over so you could crawl into your nest with Simon. Your heat had been due a week ago, but with the proceedings dragging on you had been far to stressed for your body to allow it to happen.

And you could feel it building within you. You were exhausted all the time, eating more and building a larger nest, moving things in your room around. Now that you had your Alpha near you, you could feel your mind slowly slipping away from you.

You had to think harder, trying to remember how long ago your heat was and when you had to expect it. To be honest, you didn't really want to think that hard right now. You were still exhausted, you didn't get much sleep, considering you'd been without your Alpha for weeks now.

"That should wrap today up, we'll reconvene tomorrow. Same time and location, we'll review what we have learned from you two and Michael and give you our final decision in one week. For now, you two will stay separated and we'll have people watching to ensure you don't meet up," you wanted to argue. So badly, you wanted to tell them that he was your Alpha and he was supposed to be with you.

Even then, you knew that they wouldn't rescind their decision. You watched as Simon was led out, giving you one more look before leaving.

"Listen, kid, I'm really sorry," Price leaned in next to you, whispering as you waited for Simon to get far enough away that you could leave as well without possibly getting in trouble. "I know another week is going to be hard on you," he looked away.

You sighed, leaning back. "It's no harder than the first few weeks mated to him. The only problem is my heat isn't coming and I'm past due," he gave you a weird look before nodding with you.

Standing up, he gestured for you to follow him. You stood and followed him out, allowing him to lead you back to your room. It stayed quiet between the two of you, you figured he was deep in thought and you were just thinking about the nap you were gonna take in your nest.

Quite the exciting life you held now, being stuck back in hearings. You could only do paperwork and most of the work for the week you'd finish right away. It was so boring, the task force only being able to come by every now and again.

When you walked in, he handed you a bag. You looked down and back up at him, brows furrowed. Price gave you a smile and walked back out, the door shutting behind him. You sat on your bed, running your hands down your face and sighing deeply.

You reached into the bag, pulling out another of Simons hoodies. The amount you had at this point made you wonder if he had any left, just about the entirety of your nest was made out of his shirts and hoodies. The scents on some of them were fading, but you didn't remove them just yet.

Without him to be in the nest with you, the scents were fading quicker and quicker. You hated it. You had grown accustomed to having him scenting you at night and before he had to leave in the morning, him remarking your gland every now and again when you were able to.

Moving to throw the bag in the bag of bags, you felt something move inside it with your movements. Setting it back down, you opened it to look inside.

A pregnancy test.

"Price!" You shouted, his office door slamming open. You were heaving, having run straight to his office after finding his last little gift. "What the hell?"

He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was talking to my own Omega and they mentioned giving you one. A lot of the symptoms you'd been mentioning had lined up with their own pregnancy. You don't have to use it, obviously, I just figured you'd want it," you stopped to think.

How had you been exhibiting all the signs of a pregnant Omega and yet you'd been unable to recognize it? You were a bloody biologist, so you'd already known exactly what the signs were. Intense nesting urges, increased eating, increased amounts of sleep.

Jesus, were you pregnant? Maybe you should take the test, just to be sure. Price opened his mouth to say something before shaking his head and going back to his paperwork. You were going to pester him about what he was going to say, but you didn't.

"You could get this hearing pushed off if you're pregnant. They'll consider it an Alpha protecting his pup. You didn't hear this from me,"

The next day Simon was back where he'd been sitting, in the back of the hearing room waiting for them to call him forward. He could see you, some rows ahead of him. Your scent had become more delectable to him over the last few weeks, even if he hadn't been able to smell you directly.

The rest of the task force was playing a dangerous game, smuggling items between the two of you. He knew that, if caught, they could be put on a probationary leave and investigated to figure out if it was more than just items.

Simon watched as you stood from your seat, hands folded in front of you. He could smell you better than when you'd been sitting, the scent sweetening to something he couldn't explain.

All he wanted to do was scent mark you and hold you in your nest, maybe find you some food and feed you. What the hell was up with him? He'd been stalking as close to your room as he could get, snarling at every Alpha who walked near.

"I haven't made you aware yet, but I have been in for a pregnancy test," everyone went silent and Simons eyes widened. "The results should be coming in another day or two, depending on who will be finalizing them. I'd like to request that the current predicament be pushed back so my mate and I can speak about possibilities," he watched as the group leading the hearing leaned together to speak and his eyes never left you.

He could smell your distress from where he was, and he could feel his heart hammering in his chest. Pregnant? He thought you'd been on birth control, even if it you'd still gone through your heats.

To be honest, Simon was terrified. A father? Him? All he could do was walk out, even if he heard his name come from you and your scent changing sharply. Winding through the halls, he found himself walking outside with a cigarette lit, the slight burn as he inhaled the smoke.

Neither of you had talked about this. You'd been mated for a few months, not even hitting a year yet and prior to that you'd only spoken professionally. He knew you, but you hadn't even shared a room yet.

Was he wrong? For biting you, when neither of you had agreed upon being mated. For getting the two of you in that situation in the first place, he should've been the one who had gone and swept the building to make sure everyone was safe.

Simon knew exactly where his life would be had the two of you not been stuck in that situation. He'd never imagined his life moving this way and it terrified him. He was almost... regretting the choices he'd made.

Regretting mating with you.

#simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #small bit of angst #mentions of violence #ghost mw2 #cod mw2 #modern warfare ii #no use of y/n #task force 141 #call of duty #simon riley #call of duty x reader #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #alpha/beta/omega verse #Maple Syrup #mentions of pregnancy

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notallsandmen · 1 year

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Blanket Permission

For @academicblorbo and @quillingwords ❤️

Now with amazing art by @quillingwords

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I knew I should have had him neutered in 1589, Hob thought blearily, having just been yanked from a very pleasant dream and unceremoniously deposited in a mudpuddle outside the Gates of Horn and Ivory. It was apparently monsoon season in the Dreaming again — no thunderclouds this time, but the kind of thick mist of rain that seeped into your bones.

Ah. Right. He should have suspected as much.

Hob hadn’t seen or heard from Morpheus in two weeks, which wasn’t unusual. There had been some kind of diplomatic incident surrounding Thor — who was apparently a) a real, existing god, and b) an absolute moron and a sex pest harrassing all pantheons. Somehow, the latter part made it slightly easier for Hob to not descend into complete existential panic about the whole “gods are real and vaguely beneath me” bombshell Morpheus had casually dropped on him, with the disinterested tone of someone commenting on a disappointing nephew. Every academic institution had their own seemingly unfireable sex pest, so this was at least something Hob could wrap his brain around. But now, the situation had escalated into some kind of divine, eons overdue #metoo movement, and Morpheus had been asked to mediate.

(This was honestly a little rich, given Morpheus’s somewhat checkered romantic past. But, after rescuing Calliope and releasing Nada from Hell, Morpheus was at least showing a willingness to make amends, and that was a step in the right direction.)

So, when his spouse went AWOL for a few weeks, Hob didn’t worry too much.

But Morpheus’s communication style still left a lot to be desired. One recurring and particularly annoying habit was Morpheus’s passive-aggressive tendency to pluck a sleeping Hob from his dreamscape and then drop him somewhere in the Dreaming, forcing Hob to come to him, as if this was some spontaneous lunch-time visit to deliver a coffee order and a snog. Don’t get him wrong — it was bloody adorable, and Hob would do it all the time if he could, but staging this elaborate dance every time instead of just asking him for some loving attention was honestly getting a little ridiculous.

Hob could smell Mervyn’s cigar smoke before he even saw him, giving him a jaunty wave.

“How’s it going?”

“He’s that way,” Mervyn grumbled in response, not even looking up from his moat-digging, nodding his head in the direction of the balcony next to Morpheus’s private chambers.

“Cheers, mate,” Hob said, before sauntering off to collect his sulking paramour in Sulk Zone 1.

But Hob wasn’t quite ready for the sight that met him; an aching tenderness swelling in his throat to the point that he was left a little breathless.

Oh dear. Hob should have known.

Because there on the balcony sat Morpheus, in his cat form. It wasn’t even his majestic ”King of Cats” form, but a scrawny little thing: fur flattened and soaked by the rain, crouching on top of his paws, his tail twitching anxiously, making clipped, pitiful noises that indicated that he was choking down a yowl.

It was heartbreaking, and just a little bit pathetic, and Hob was taken aback by how forcefully he needed to scoop Morpheus up and hold him.

Whenever he turned up at The New Inn or Hob’s flat like this, it usually meant that Morpheus was feeling a little overwhelmed. He would curl up in Hob’s lap, magnanimously allowing himself to be petted until his frantic, self-soothing purring quieted into that of cozy contentment.

However, Hob had never seen Morpheus in his cat form in the Dreaming, before. Maintaining authority, keeping up appearances, and all that — even if Morpheus’s mood swings was probably the poorest kept secret in the realm.

Hob crouched down, reaching out his hand to carefully stir Morpheus from his woe-is-me introspection.

“Hello, darling. Feeling tiny, this morning?”

The sheer force of the needy headbonk against his knuckles was all the answer he needed.

He gazed into the huge, icy-blue eyes: Morpheus’s cat form was pretty much his only non-weepy one, but he knew that the wide-eyed tension around the eyes was the feline equivalent of tear-swollen lids.

Soon, thankfully, something soft swept over his eyes, until Morpheus was slow-blinking affectionally back at Hob.

“There we are, sweetheart. There we are.”

Right. It might be a little bit demeaning, given that they were in the Dreaming — but Hob knew that none of Morpheus’s subjects would dare disturb them, until Morpheus was ready to be seen.

And desperate times called for desperate measures.

Hob closed his eyes, focusing his mind the way Morpheus had taught him. When he opened his eyes again, he was holding a dreamstuff facsimile of the fluffy Starry Night blanket he had purchased from the giftshop after a Van Gogh exhibit, to be used for situations just like these.

Morpheus deflated somewhat, before giving him an obliging nod — a royal edict allowing Hob to tenderly wrap the blanket around him and lift him up, folding it until Morpheus was completely swaddled.

Purrito of the Endless, he thought, biting his lip so as not to show a treasonous smile.

Morpheus melted into his arms with a rumbling purr, kneading his paws into the cloudlike fabric, rubbing his cheek against the palm of Hob’s hand.

After a few seconds, he looked back up at Hob, tilting his head with a tentative, enquiring chirp.

Will you stay?

“Always, my love. I’ll always take care of you. Whatever you need.”

#my dreamling writing #meowpheus #Purrito of the Endless #Dream is a sad wet cat #dreamling #dreamling ficlet #Morpheus #hob gadling #dream x hob

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fragileruns · 6 months

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oops hehe sorry i got super excited i forgot to give a plot line!!! as for plot, could we get smthing where reader is the complete opposite of tangerine (shy, timid sweetheart) and yet he’s still so drawn to her so he starts to routinely visit the place she works at (book shop, cafe, wtvr u want) and she has a bf who’s not the best to her n takes advantage of her kindness and trust, so tangerine helps her n talks her thru standing up for herself and even teaches her self defense just in case. tan starts to fall for her more n more and sees her as smthing precious, and reader is so captivated by this sexy intelligent man. n then one day tan is chilling at the cafe drinking coffee and reading (basically guarding her bc he’s protective hehe) bc she decided she was gnna break up w her bf and then when said bf comes in and she tries to end things, he starts getting aggressive and causing a scene so then our sexy tan just steps in all casually and shuts him down real fast and then that’s when reader’s heart skips a beat bc she realizes she likes tan (and tan may actually like her too) and so tan kicks ex’s ass to the curb and then checks on reader and calls her his “little badass” since she used her self defense on her ex when he tried getting handsy with her.

basically just some cuteeeeee fluff with some witty banter and unrequited love at the beginning but watching it grow into smthing more <3 thank again love

hi! sorry this isn’t exactly what you wanted but i didn’t feel patient enough to make it into a long fic, and i didn’t want to trigger anyone by adding actual abuse in here so i switched it a bit! let me know if you want something redone but hopefully it’s still good

tangerine x reader. content warnings: mentions of violent tones & the guy pushes tan but that’s it, cussing, female!reader, i didn’t realize how off i had written this until it was almost done so i’m sorry please rerequest if you’d like me to retry!

Tangerine was currently sitting in his usual seat, one right to the side of the counter you were working at. It granted him the best possible view (you) as he drank small sips out of this coffee cup, ‘reading’ the book in front him. Really, he was much more focused on watching you work.

He had been here for well over two hours and usually, he would have forced himself to leave by now. There was only so long he could stay without causing suspicion. Even when it was you - poor, oblivious you who couldn’t seem to realize that the only reason he ever came in was to see you.

However, after finding out about your asshole of a boyfriend from eavesdropping on your conversation (you were standing right beside him on your break, and how was he meant to ignore the insults being thrown at you when they were so blatantly untrue?), he had decided to make a bold step and tell you that you needed to stand up for yourself. Ever since then, you seemed to continuously have new questions about how to go about it since.

You opened up to him once, just a few days ago, about how you wanted to leave your boyfriend, how you were tired of feeling torn apart everyday, but you were scared. He had never been directly violent to you, but he was a strong guy, and you weren’t sure how he would take it. You didn’t want to become a victim. So, Tangerine had quickly suggested doing it in a public place where there were more people around to make sure you were alright. When you still didn’t seem sure, he asked if it’d help if he was there. You said yes.

So, he was spending the day at the cafe, the both of you waiting for your boyfriend to walk through the doors. You were nervously glancing up everytime the bell rang, and Tangerine desperately wanted to rub soothing shapes onto your back and tell you it would be alright. But, sadly, it wasn’t his place to do so.

After another few minutes of rereading the same sentence, the man Tangerine recognized from the last time he saw him in the shop with you walked in. He seemed in a fairly okay mood, or at least, he showed no outward signs of being upset.

Tangerine was instantly more alert, noticing the way you sucked in a breath and told your coworker that you’d be going on break, and he watched both you and the man as discreetly as he could. He could vaguely hear the conversation going on, and nothing seemed wrong at first.

You had given the man what seemed like a sympathetic smile, and from the way you were moving your hands around while you spoke, and from the way the man’s expression shifted to one of anger, Tangerine could assume you had told him it was over. He didn’t move though, smart enough to know that going to be by your side wouldn’t help matters any, not until he saw your now ex-boyfriend’s eyes flash with something ugly, hand raising.

That was when he jumped up. Reasonably, he didn’t think the guy would do anything even slightly violent in such a public space, but he didn’t want to take the risk. He wedged himself in the space between the two of you, his back facing you as he reached a hand back to grab onto your arm.

“You alright, love?” He asked, head tilted slightly back to look at you as you nodded, though he could feel how tense you were.

“Who the hell are you?”

Tangerine finally turned to acknowledge the man in front of him at the question, and his face hardened from the soft expression he had with you.

“None of your business. You should really get away from ‘er, if you know what’s best.” You were still hiding behind him, eyes filling with concern as your boyfriend only got more angry.

“She’s my girlfriend. Our conversation doesn’t concern you.”

“Ex. Ex-girlfriend.” You finally spoke up, your voice still soft and timid despite the spite that your words held. Tangerine felt proud, and he squeezed your arm to show as much.

“See? The lady doesn’t seem to want you here, so why’re you still hanging around? Go on.”

“Stay out of this.” The man was only getting more riled up, nose flaring and stepping closer to Tangerine. Clearly, he didn’t know who he was talking to. The thought made Tan smirk slightly, but it made you (who vaguely knew of Tangerine’s strength and abilities from the stories he had told you, though he still changed them as much as he could as to not scare you off) shake in place.

As soon as your ex boyfriend tried to push Tangerine out from in front of you, failing at even making him budge, you reached out to grab your friend’s arm. You could feel the anger radiating off of him, and you didn’t want to cause a scene - or more of a scene - in your place of work. Luckily, the few customers that were there had mostly filed out onto the street and your co-worker only stood close by enough that she could break it apart if anything should happen.

“Tan, it’s okay. I can handle this,” you spoke in your sickly sweet voice, and that and the feeling of your tender grip on his arm was the only thing holding him back from throwing the man against the nearest wall.

“Can you just - please go? I’m not going to change my mind, and it’s not going to be good for either of us if you stick around. So just go. Please?” Your attention turned to the other man, less kindness in your eyes now, and he only scoffed with an eye roll.

“Whatever. You’re not worth this shit anyway.”

What an idiot. Tangerine thought as the man walked out, and he only calmed down once he was out of sight and he could turn to you.

“I was handling it, y’know. You didn’t have to come in all… you-like. I would’ve been okay,” you sighed and Tangerine would’ve thought you were upset with him if it wasn’t for the concern in your eyes and the fact that you were still holding onto his arm. He made sure not to draw attention to that, not wanting to risk you pulling away.

“You think I was going to even slightly risk him hurting you?” Tangerine questioned as if you were insane, using one hand to reach up and brush a stray hair out of your face, needing any excuse to touch you. “Are you okay? D’you want me to take you home or anything? I’m sure if you explain, they’ll let you clock out.” He threw a glance over to your co-worker, who was kindly pretending not to notice the almost disgusting lovefest that was going on between you two (not that either of you could really view it that way, since you had just become single.)

“Um - actually, yes. Please. I don’t want him to come back after you leave.”

“I wasn’t planning on leaving, but of course. Get your stuff, I’ll wait outside.” He gave you a small smile, squeezing your shoulder right before you walked off as he gathered his own things, and went to stand outside by his own car as he waited for you.

Once you come out, he turned to face you, frowning at the expression on your face. “You alright?”

“Yeah. I just - thank you. For intervening. I know I said I could handle it, but thanks anyway. You’re a good friend.”

“I’ll always protect you, love. You’re my favorite girl,” He grinned and stepped forward to press a kiss to the top of your head, reaching down to grab your bag and throw it over his shoulder.

“I’ve just never really had someone on my side like that, and it felt nice.” You admitted, appreciative that he chose to ignore the flush of your cheeks after his innocent kiss.

“Well, now you do. And, since we’re being honest here, I really wish you would stop telling me what a great friend I am.”

“What? Is that - I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you,” you rushed to apologize, even though you weren’t entirely sure what you were apologizing for. You were friends, right?

“No, don’t - I didn’t mean it for you to apologize. I mean, I like you. I thought that was obvious?” Tangerine seemed genuinely confused, as if everyone knew this fact, but you were almost jaw-dropped.

“It - uh, it wasn’t. You like me?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, choosing to open up the passenger door and gently set your bag in the floorboard to hide away from the rejection he was about to face. He was such a confident man, yet was reduced to nerves just by being around you. “Sorry, I just thought you knew. I didn’t mean to make this weird.”

“It’s not. I just didn’t know,” you say quietly, looking like you were off in another world as you thought over things. Was that connection you felt with him shared this whole time? Did the way your stomach fluttered around him mean you liked him, too?

“Do you still want me to give you a ride home? I can call you a taxi, if you don’t feel comfortable.”

“No, no - I’m sorry, I-” you shake your head quickly at his offer, reaching out to grab his arm and then dropping it like it’s burned you. “I think I like you, too.”

He grinned, then, and his head tilted slightly. “Think?”

“Yeah, I mean - I don’t think I want to be with anyone right now, seeing as I did just get out of a relationship with-”

“The most vile man alive?”

“A not great person.” You finished, and Tangerine only chuckled. “But, I do like you. And maybe, if you’re willing to wait a little while, we could… you know. Be more than friends.”

Tangerine looked down right merry, and when his hand reached up to cup one side of your face, you leaned into the warmth almost embarrassingly fast.

“I would love to be more than friends with you. But, by the way. We’re going to have to talk about you having more of a back bone. Like - all those please go’s to him? Babe, I know how much of a fucking badass you are, you should’ve kneed him in the sack.”

“Maybe next time.”

#tangerine x you #tangerine x reader #tangerine #tangerine x y/n #tangerine fic #tangerine fluff #tangerine fanfiction #tangerine blurb #tangerine drabble

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vaporwavebeach-writes · 9 months

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What You Deserve

The Boys

Kevin Moskowitz (The Deep) x Reader (NSFW)

(987 Words)

Summary: The Deep learns to respect women

Warnings/Tags: 18+, dom!reader, sub!Deep, allusions to sexual assault, hair-pulling, degradation, light bondage, strap-on, The Deep being spineless, gills

Notes: he’s such a fucking loser LMAO the reader is implied fem (bc the content) but no genitals are specified, so go nuts readers!! but this was lowkey a little empowering to write fr, enjoy the fic!!

“Christ, are you even fucking listening to me?” You grip his jaw harshly. A sudden wince escapes his lips. He’s startled by your aggression, tensing up with his gaze now completely on you.

“I,” he mutters, “I’m sorry.” His voice is clear, pitiful.

“Good,” You smile. Softening your grip, you let your hand fall to where his neck and shoulder meet, keeping your thumb tracing the outside of his throat- an intimate, yet threatening action that The Deep was all too familiar with. He seems to loosen up at your smile, but you can pinpoint the exact moment his heart drops at the sound of your words. “Now take it off.”

The Deep is hesitant. An expression of uncertainty is splashed across his face. His eyes, brilliantly oceanic, stare back at you pleadingly- as if begging you not to make him do what you want him to do.

“It wasn’t a question, Deep,” you say as if you could hear him. Honeyed venom drips from your voice at the sound of his hero name being annunciated. “Don’t make say it again.”

Almost immediately, the silence between the two of you is broken by a defeated sigh, the unzipping of his top, and the sound of it hitting the floor. In front of you, stands The Deep; nervous, self-conscious, and utterly aroused.

Your eyes cascade down his exposed upper half. His sculpted physique stands there stupidly. Meeting The Deep’s eyes once again, you see the war of his insecurity raging throughout his mind.

“They’re really not that bad you know.” You lightly drag your fingers dangerously close to his gills, which begin to flare gently. You can hear him suck in a breath as you tease along the edges of his flesh.

“Please don’t-“

“Don’t worry, I’m not,” you chuckle. You trail your hands up his arms, ending at his shoulders in tight grip that The Deep couldn’t tell was comforting or threatening. You smile wickedly. “I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, I would never stoop to your level.”

The Deep carried himself in a way that seemed vain, brandishing his arrogance with every public appearance. The way Vought would showcase their heroes always came off as superficial, making them flawless to the public eye. It was all an act, it was all bullshit.

Once you learned the truth about supes, The Deep’s sexual misconduct certainly did not come as a surprise you. The fact that he was marketed as The Seven’s heartthrob seemed to worsen that fact until you could see the real him, and what you saw was just a man. Sure, a superhuman man who can swim with inhuman strength, speak to sea creatures, and has gills, but still a man, nonetheless. Behind the fame, publicly, and Vought’s control, The Deep is just Kevin. Just a man with the same insecurities, thoughts, and desires as everybody else, and what a beautiful revelation that is.

“You’re fucking disgusting, you know that?” You say softly. You can see the shame glint across his eyes. You release your grip on his shoulders, allowing your hand to trace up the nape of his neck. “Not for your gills, but the way you use women…”

You press your thumb on the back of his head, cradling it ever so slightly.

“…The way you humiliate them...” Your fingers begin to rake through his chestnut colored hair, which was growing back in nicely after his breakdown in Sandusky. “…Treating them like shit...”

Despite your harsh, honest words, The Deep melted into your touch.

“And for what?” You continue to soothe. “You’re a part of The Seven; America’s fucking sweethearts.”

Your hand is resting on the back of his scalp, gazing into those oceanic eyes. “You already have so much power, why abuse it?”

Kevin pipes up. “It’s not that simple-”

“I know.” You finally snap your hand into a fist, tugging at his hair; roughly yanking him down onto the mattress. “…Which is why we are going to get to the root of your issues.”

Kevin whines at the sudden tightness in his hair, stammering as he finds you on top of him and your mouth devouring his neck.

“You’re a horrible fucking person; a fucking mess...” Your teeth nip across his collarbone, kisses excruciatingly rough. “And you’re going to learn to treat women with some fucking respect.”

“Oh god, yes-” Kevin trails off shakily, head clouded with lust.

“Say it like you fucking mean it.” You give him a light slap.

Kevin snaps back to reality. “Yes! I fucking mean it-” he breathes pathetically.

“Good, because in here?” You push Kevin down by his shoulders and straddle him. “You listen to me, understand? When it’s just the two of us, you have no power…”

You undo his belt, placing it aside. “No control…”

You yank Kevin to his knees, only to forcefully slam him chest first into the wall. “None of that supe bullshit to save you…”

Finding the his belt again, you tightly wrap it around his wrists to tie his hands behind his back. Kevin whimpers out of fear and arousal.

“…And you’re going to enjoy every second of it,” you pull back for a moment, “Are you enjoying it, Kevin?”

Kevin takes a moment to process his position. His erection is obvious, excruciating. Heavily breathing, feeing his chest graze the wall with every exhale. His wrists, tightly bound behind him. He looks back at you; eyes practically begging you to ruin him.

“Yeah,” he gulps.

“Good,” you loosen up on him, “Because you’re about to get everything you fucking deserve.”

A chill runs down Kevin’s spine when he turns around to see you fastening on a strap-on.

“On your fucking knees, Kevin,” you chuckle. With one hand you whirl him around and lower him to his knees. His eyes are wide, terrified, but his erection begs to differ. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”

#the deep x reader #the deep x you #the deep imagine #the boys imagine #kevin moskowitz #kevin moskowitz x reader #the deep the boys #the deep the boys x reader #the boys #the boys smut #mia writes the boys!!!

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idyllic-affections · 11 months

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hello! i get trauma related night terrors pretty often, so could i request big brother xiao comfort for that? you don’t need to go into any detail at all about the actual nightmares, just hugs and comfort after calling xiao’s name after a night terror. tysm! 💕

how does xiao comfort his sibling after night terrors?

summary. what does xiao do when his sibling has night terrors?

trigger & content warnings. night terrors.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. comfort. xiao & younger sibling!reader. 0.4k words. they/them pronouns for reader. author's thoughts. yes of course! i'm sorry you have to deal with that, i hope this brings you some kind of comfort. c: i don't know a lot about night terrors because i haven't dealt with them myself, so if something feels inaccurate, feel free to send me another ask about it & i'll do what i can to fix it.

the second [name] shrieks out for xiao, he's there, polearm out and ready to dispose of any threats to his sibling.

of course, this threat is not one that can be removed with violence and aggression. if anything, that may very well make it worse.

he's quick to realize that the threat which compelled them to call out for him is not physical, but rather, mental. that is not something he can fix as easily.

nonetheless, he stalks over to their bedside like some kind of ominous sleep paralysis demon.

he is anything but, of course, however he can't really help that he's somewhat hesitant to approach them out of fear of scaring their half-asleep mind more.

he isn't known for being the softest person on teyvat, so the chances of him scaring them are a little too high for his liking.

his specialty is killing.

he could kill with ease. he would gladly do it for those who cannot, those who do not have the strength to do so.

this is different.

he means well, though. he really does.

it's with gentle, slow motions that he climbs to their side. at this point, they're a little more awake, a little more aware, so they quietly scoot closer to him.

he gingerly guides their head to rest in his lap, giving them one of his hands to squeeze when they tiredly reach out for him as if they somehow wanted to get closer than they already were.

it's as if they were trying to merge with his side—not that he minded, of course. his warmth seems to bring their unconscious self some comfort. who is he to take that away from them? what kind of older brother would he be if he did that?

xiao isn't great with words. he's poor at expressing his concern in an honest and straightforward way, so he doesn't say anything much.

the most verbal comfort he can comfortably offer is a soothing hush here and there whenever he senses that they're getting stressed again.

he stays there until dawn, only disappearing in a soft burst of air when he sees their eyelids twitch and feels them stir slightly.

there's no indication that he was ever there, really, except for the way their sheets and blankets are a bit messed up, but that could be attributed simply to the night terrors.

that morning, it's unlikely that they'll remember much of anything about this episode except perhaps a small fragment of the nightmare they had, but xiao will.

he will always remember, and it will always make his heart ache when he does.

he just loves them a whole lot and wants them to feel better.

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!

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subskz · 2 years

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destress - s.cb

note: this is a reupload from my old blog

content: sub changbin, dom reader, unprotected sex, biting, hair pulling, degradation, a bit of choking, very slight breeding kink, begging, orgasm denial, female reader

word count: 3.8k

Changbin could tell you were stressed from the moment you walked through the door.

You shuffled into your apartment, removing your shoes with a huff and tossing your keys carelessly—almost aggressively—onto the nearest surface.

Changbin craned his neck, peering over at you from where he sat on the sofa.

“Hiii,” He greeted lazily.

You gave a slight hum in response, only sparing him a glance as you made your way over to the fridge to retrieve a water bottle.

His curiosity piqued as he watched you drink, sensing the irritation rolling off you in waves. You didn’t stop until you’d downed nearly half the bottle, exhaling heavily once you’d swallowed. Without saying a word, you screwed the cap back on and exited the kitchen, ready to make your way down the hall.

“Hey,” Changbin called, lips curving into a pout. “Don’t ignore me.”

The whine in his voice caught your attention, and you stopped in your tracks to give him a proper look. He raised his eyebrows at you, an exaggerated expression of hurt plastered on his face.

“Sorry,” You murmured, softening a bit. “How was your day?”

Changbin stretched dramatically, his shirt riding up in the process. “I worked hard,'' He announced. “My energy’s so low...I need some encouragement to cheer me up.”

He gave you a pointed look as he spoke, and you couldn’t help the sense of fondness that crept up on you. “Good work today, Binnie.” You indulged him. “I know you did well.”

Changbin made a cute, self-satisfied noise in response, wiggling his shoulders in a way that you know would’ve earned him a dirty look from any of his members. You flopped down next to him on the cushions, and he wasted no time before scooting closer to you. “How was yours?” He asked, playfulness dimming when he noticed your expression go sour again.

“Long.”

Despite your blunt reply, you leaned against Changbin without hesitation when he scooted closer. “Wanna talk about it?”

You gave a small shrug, not wanting to burden him with the petty issues that had troubled you throughout the afternoon. “No, it’s alright.”

“Are you sure?” He pressed, sounding unconvinced. “I’m a really great listener y’know.”

You tried to ignore how endearing you found the sincerity in which he complimented himself. In truth, Changbin was a great listener—always giving you his full attention, nodding along, and waiting patiently for you to finish before offering his own advice. Any signs of nagging disappeared when you shared your troubles with him, instead replaced with his more thoughtful side that you, admittedly, admired more than you let on.

It wasn’t often that you felt the need to vent to him, but knowing that he was always willing to hear you out had become a great source of comfort for you.

Changbin watched you intently, squinting in that cute way of his to let you know he was prepared to listen. As tempting as it was, you dismissed the idea with a shake of your head. “It’s okay, I’d rather just take my mind off it.”

He eyed you for a moment longer, not relenting until you flashed a small smile in an attempt to reassure him. “Mm...alright. As long as you feel better before we see Chan-hyung and Jisung later.” He agreed.

You groaned miserably the instant Changbin reminded you of your plans to meet up with the other two, and he gave you a soothing pat as you slumped against him.

“I completely forgot.” You dragged a hand down your face.

“Still wanna go?” He questioned.

You contemplated for a moment, knowing that the last thing you wanted to do was leave your apartment and put on a happy front after the day you’d just had. At the same time, however, you’d feel bad for blowing Chan and Jisung off. “Dunno….” You began. “I’m just not really in the mood.”

Changbin inched his face closer to yours, pouting once again. “I hate seeing you so down,” He complained. “Let me cheer you up.”

You gave his cheek a poke as soon as it was within reach. “Hm...what do you have in mind?”

“You just need some Vitamin Bin, of course.” He replied confidently, lifting his head with a grin.

The comment made you crack a real smile at last, and out of habit your hands found his cheeks to cup them. “Yeah?” You hummed. “Maybe I do.”

Changbin giggled in that boyish way of his, scrunching his nose and nuzzling into your touch. His lips brushed against yours as he did so, making your heart skip a beat at the sudden closeness, and you wasted no time before closing the gap between you.

He made a soft, content noise as your mouth connected with his. You kept your hands on Changbin’s cheeks, holding him in place to deepen this kiss while his own hands moved to latch on to your shirt.

The sensation of his warm, plush lips against yours instantly eased your tension, but despite that, you were itching for more within seconds. All the pent up stress inside you was aching to be released, and your restraint faltered as you grazed your teeth along his lower lip.

A sweet sound escaped Changbin, heightening your desire at an alarmingly quick rate. He opened his mouth wider in response to you nibbling on the sensitive skin, allowing you to slip your tongue inside.

Another soft moan tumbled out of him that made your spine tingle with excitement, and you moved your hands up to his hair to tangle your fingers in it.

Just as you felt yourself getting lost in the kiss, Changbin pulled back to give you a curious look, picking up on the underlying hunger in your movements. He licked his lips out of habit, trying to compose himself before he spoke.

“Do you...” He began tentatively, unsure if he had read you right. “Do you wanna keep going?”

“Only if you do.” You murmured. “I’m feeling a little mean today. Think you can handle it?”

Changbin nodded eagerly, and you knew by the way he clung to you that he’d become just as riled up in such a short time. “Let me make you feel good.” He urged, brown eyes full of an adorable determination.

A new look crossed your face that was almost unreadable, at least until the next words left your lips. “You think you can make me feel good?” You cooed, a hint of mockery creeping into your voice. “Don’t give yourself so much credit, Binnie.”

Your words made Changbin’s cheeks redden, and he averted his eyes in embarrassment. “I can…” He insisted quietly, biting his lip. “Please, let me.”

He gripped your shirt tighter as if to emphasize his plea, making the corner of your mouth curve up just barely.

“Hmm, you don’t sound so sure.” You tilted your head. “You’re not lying to me, are you?”

You gave Changbin’s hair a harsh tug, morphing anything he’d planned to say into an embarrassingly high-pitched squeak.

Without giving him the chance to recover, you leaned forward and attached your lips to his neck. His breath hitched in surprise, and a stifled moan quickly followed as you opened your mouth against his skin. You left hot, wet kisses along the column of his throat, only stopping to suck intently right below his Adam’s apple.

Changbin whimpered as you took his soft skin between your teeth and bit down with little restraint. Your hands felt up his muscles as they found their way down his body, giving his waist a squeeze for good measure.

“W-wait,” He stuttered out. “Let me do it.”

He swallowed hard as you gave the mark you’d created a soothing lick, his throat bobbing beneath your tongue. “You’ll get your turn,” You mumbled. “But first I’m gonna have my way with you.”

Changbin melted at that, going quiet once more. Pleased with his reaction, you continued sucking fervently, creating another love bite at the base of his throat. He let out a low whine as you nipped gently above his collarbone, encouraging him to tilt his head even further and grant you better access.

Your hands slipped under the hem of his shirt, feeling up his warm skin underneath. He immediately complied with your silent order, tilting back just enough to give you leeway to remove his top and pull it over his head, tousling his hair in the process.

You licked your lips as his upper body was revealed to you, taking in the sight of his toned chest and arms, as well as the bright splotches of red forming on his skin thanks to your mouth. The blush was back on his face in an instant, your stare made him squirm sheepishly in place.

“Such a gorgeous body.” You hummed, trailing a finger down the curve of his chest. “And good for only one thing, hm?”

Goosebumps formed on Changbin’s skin wherever your touch roamed. “M-mhm.”

His meek reply strengthened your desire to see him turn hot with shame. “Why don’t you tell me what that is?” You prompted.

Changbin bit his lower lip once more, a look of hesitation crossing his face.

“Making you feel good.” He offered weakly.

You frowned at that, unsatisfied with his answer. “C’mon, baby boy,” You pressed, taking hold of his chin and forcing him to look at you. “Be more specific for me.”

He struggled to hold your gaze, his pupils wide with arousal and flickering from you to the mattress. Another whine slipped out of him when he realized you weren’t going to let up, and he inhaled sharply as if to steel himself.

“I’m only good for f-fucking you.”

Changbin felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him the moment the words left his mouth, and you finally allowed the giggle you’d been holding back to slip out. “That’s it.” You purred, giving his burning cheek a pat of approval.

He ducked his head as soon as your hand left his chin, and his embarrassment only grew when you came to notice the bulge that had begun to form in his pants.

“Seems like Binnie likes being reminded of his place.” Your hand traveled down to ghost over his clothed length, making him jump when you gave it an unexpected squeeze.

He whimpered in a feeble protest, unable to deny it when he was so obviously hard in your palm, no doubt from your teasing. You curled your fingers around him, applying just enough pressure to make his breathing pick up.

Your free hand trailed along Changbin’s shoulder and down to his bicep, grazing over the skin in a way that had him longing for more. He pushed his hips forward just barely, and a tiny mewl escaped him as your index finger passed over his hardened nipple. “Such an eager little slut.”

“Please…” He whined softly, squeezing his eyes shut.

The need in his voice fueled you like nothing else, and you palmed at his bulge a few more times before pulling your hand away. He exhaled shakily, his dick twitching at the loss.

“Undress.” You ordered finally.

Changbin’s hands instantly flew down to undo the buttons of his pants, and you watched in amusement as he fumbled with them. He wiggled out of the clothing almost too quickly, pulling his boxers down in one go. A light hiss left his lips as he sprang free, and you felt a rush of arousal as his cock came into view, standing up against his stomach.

“So hard for me,” You marveled, eyes lingering on the beads of precum that had begun to leak out of him. “You gonna put this to good use?”

You took hold of his length roughly, eliciting an especially loud squeak. “Y-yes!” He managed, sucking his lower lip into his mouth. “I’ll be a good boy for you.”

“We’ll see.” You replied. The disinterest in your voice earned a childish pout from him, but he stayed quiet nonetheless, knowing better than to challenge you.

You leaned back lazily against the cushions, still fully clothed. “Don’t just sit there looking lost,” You scolded. “Get to work.”

Changbin stuttered out an apology before complying, hands unsteady as he moved to undress you. His big eyes darted up to yours, wordlessly asking for permission to remove your clothing. You simply nodded, making no effort to lift your arms or hips in order to help him.

He didn’t complain, however, instead doing his best to pull off your shirt and pants as smoothly as possible.

He swallowed hard as your body was fully exposed to him, and a low, needy noise formed in the back of his throat as you spread your legs, allowing him to see the part of you he craved so desperately.

Changbin wasted no time before shifting from his spot, his whole body trembling in anticipation as he adjusted his position to settle between your legs. The head of his cock slid along your folds, making the both of you suck in a sharp breath.

“Go on, Binnie.” You invited. “Let’s see if you’re as good of a boy as you say you are.”

Your order had an underlying threat to it that made his heart skip a beat. Carefully he lined himself up with your entrance and began to ease in little by little. A long, broken moan escaped him as he slid inside of you, the wet heat engulfing him and clouding his senses.

Your toes curled as he bottomed out inside you, and you let out a heavy, almost relieved exhale. It took Changbin several moments to collect himself, his eyes briefly fluttering closed as the pleasure sunk in. “Hah...so good,” He gritted his teeth.

Bracing himself, he pulled out of you, struggling to suppress a groan as he did so. He left just the tip of his length inside before pushing forward sharply, filling you up once more.

With your words in mind, he immediately repeated the action, jerking his hips and earning a shaky sigh from you. “That’s it,” You breathed. “Keep going.”

The encouragement urged Changbin on, and he began to thrust in and out of you at a steady pace. His teeth dug into his plush bottom lip as he increased his speed, trying and failing to keep his moans under control.

The sounds began to spill out of him with little restraint as he lost himself in the addictive rhythm. His cock brushed against your walls in a way that sent shivers down your spine, and a sinful cry escaped Changbin as you clenched around him.

“You make the sweetest noises,” You hummed. “Even while doing something so filthy.”

Changbin’s face grew hot, your comment making him realize just how loudly his voice was ringing out already. Despite that, he resisted the urge to hold back his cries, knowing how much hearing them satisfied you.

“Th-thank you,” He stammered weakly. “You f-feel amazing...so hot and—ngh—wet.”

Your hand slid along his back and up to his head, lacing your fingers in his soft hair like before. “Yeah? Sounds like you’re feeling even better than me.” You drawled, the scorn seeping back into your voice. “Binnie likes fucking me like a desperate whore?”

Your jab was met with a flustered whimper, and Changbin ducked his head to let his bangs fall into his gaze. “Y-yes.” He mewled. “Love it.”

You used your hold on his head to yank it back up, forcing his eyes to meet yours. They quivered slightly as he held your stare, wide as moons and glossed over with lust. “Is it–ah–good for you, too?” He asked meekly.

The question sounded far too innocent given the way Changbin was sliding in and out of you, stimulating every inch of your core in just the right way. His expression silently begged for your approval, only fueling your desire to mess with him further.

“Mm...you can do better than that, can’t you?” You dug your nails into his scalp. “Or do you only care about getting yourself off?”

Changbin whined pathetically, clinging to you in distress. “No!” He protested. “Wanna m-make you feel good. Please, tell me what to do.”

“Faster.” You ordered simply.

His hips snapped forward instantly, following your demand without missing a beat. He leaned forward to drop his head on your shoulder, letting out a choked sob as his pace increased.

The way his thrusts picked up made you gasp lightly, and you wrapped your legs around his waist to steady him. The action allowed his cock to reach even deeper inside you, sending sparks of electricity through both of your bodies.

Changbin’s lips ghosted over the skin of your shoulder momentarily before he began pressing urgent kisses along it, trailing towards your neck. The soft warmth of his mouth combined with the pleasure each jerk of his hips brought melted away any remnants of stress, leaving you to focus only on how perfectly he filled you up.

“You were made for this, hm, Binnie?” You purred. “Just a fucktoy built to please me.”

The taunt made his ears burn in embarrassment, but despite that, he nodded almost frantically. “H-hah...yes.” He panted into your skin. “Just wanna be the b-best toy for you.”

His plush lips continued moving up your neck, and you couldn’t help your moan as he opened his mouth against you, his kisses growing wet and sloppy. The sound urged Changbin on, and he rutted into you with more vigor, solely fixated on bringing you to your climax.

Small beads of sweat began to form on his forehead from all his efforts, and his damp hair tickled your skin as his lips covered every inch of your neck. Your hands found their way to Changbin’s shoulders, while his hands moved up to paw at your chest, kneading the soft flesh with an adorable urgency.

“Oh, God,” He whimpered. “It’s s-so good.”

His cock twitched as he gave a particularly hard thrust, and he pulled away suddenly with a gasp. “G-gonna cum soon!”

You dug your fingernails into his shoulders, making him falter. “Are you?” You clicked your tongue. “You think you get to cum inside me, just like that?”

The question snapped Changbin from his daze, and his eyes darted down to give you a helpless look. “I—please,” He whimpered, not even giving himself to be ashamed of how quickly he resorted to beginning. “P-please let me, I’ve been a good boy.”

“You don’t get to decide that.” Your hand slid up to his neck. “Once I’m finished, I’ll think about whether you can cum.”

Changbin whined miserably, but he didn’t dare complain, too determined on his goal to please you. Your fingers danced around his neck before fully gripping it, squeezing the sides and earning a filthy groan from the boy. His eyes fluttered shut, eyebrows furrowing as he focused on delaying his high and bringing you to yours.

His thrusts slowed in pace in an attempt to contain the overwhelming pleasure building in his abdomen. Your breath hitched as the head of his length brushed against your sweet spot, your fingers pressing deeper into his skin. He immediately noticed your reaction, and he angled his hips properly before jerking them forward again, recreating the delicious sensation.

“Right there,” You tightened your hold on his hair. “Even a dumb whore like you can figure it out, yeah?”

The sweat on Changbin’s forehead began to trickle down his face as both of your orgasms drew closer and closer, stray droplets splattering onto your skin. He gritted his teeth, trying with all his might to hold himself together for you.

Your breathing became less and less controlled as the hot pressure built up inside you. Changbin’s cock jerked as he hit your sweet spot just right, causing a broken gasp to tumble out of you. The sudden burst of pleasure sent you over the edge all at once, and before you knew it, you were cumming.

Changbin’s own strangled moans mixed with yours as you clenched around him, making his head spin as he continued thrusting into you. Your orgasm was intense as it washed over you, and you arched your back off the cushions, letting the blissful feeling rid you of the last of your worries.

“Ngh...please!” Changbin’s desperate call rang out through the room before you’d even finished, his voice breaking. “Gonna go crazy. Please, can I c-cum?”

You struggled to catch your breath, the waves of pleasure still rippling through your body. “Think you deserve to cum inside, angel?” You hummed, taking in his wrecked state through half-lidded eyes.

“Y-yes…inside, please,” He mewled. “W-wanna cum inside. Wanna fill you up, please—ah—let me.”

“So filthy, Binnie.” You laughed breathlessly at his babbling, loosening your hold on his neck. “Go ahead, let it all out.”

That was all it took for Changbin to come undone. With one last snap of his hips, he reached his climax, pushing his length as deep into you as possible as his seed spilled out of him. He let out a sob of pleasure, and the sound of it along with the hot sensation of his cum coating your walls made you shiver.

His hand palmed helplessly at your chest, and you pulled him down into a kiss to muffle his cries. The feeling of his swollen lips against yours made you sigh, and you kissed him over and over as he whimpered into your mouth.

You stayed that way for several moments, relishing in Changbin’s cute sounds as he emptied the last of his load inside of you. Your hand dropped to rest on his back, rubbing it gently as he came down from his high.

It wasn’t until your lungs began to ache for air that you pulled away, a trail of saliva connecting your shiny lips. Changbin’s eyes finally fluttered open as you broke the kiss, and his eyes were hazy when they connected with yours.

“Good boy.” You murmured.

After all your harsh words, the simple praise made Changbin’s face break out into a bright smile. “I did well?” He asked shyly, eager to draw out any compliments he could. You gave a lazy smile of your own, using what little energy you had to brush back his damp bangs and place a kiss to his forehead.

“You always do.” You replied sweetly, admiring his flushed cheeks. You shifted a bit as you settled back against the cushions, making Changbin realize with a start that he was still inside you. Sucking in a deep breath, he braced himself and delicately pulled out, causing your sensitive bodies to jerk in unison.

Changbin licked his lips as he noticed his seed slowly dripping out of you, his eyes practically gleaming at the sight of it. “So much…” He murmured, almost absentmindedly. “Don’t want it to spill.”

You felt a strange affection as you studied his cute expression, knowing how proud he must be feeling.

“We should get you stressed out more often.” He commented playfully, readjusting his position to fully nestle into you.

You snaked your arms securely around him, giggling along as he rested his face in the crook of your neck. “Don’t even think about it.”

#skz smut #sub!skz #sub!changbin #dom!reader #changbin smut

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elkarctic · 1 year

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Shower preferences

A/N: Hi, I came up with this idea while I was taking a nice cold shower this afternoon and I need something to post so .. mha men and their shower preferences! May be OOC because the majority of them are based on my DR ;) These kind of get shorter as I go because initially I’d only thought about the first four, but wanted to continue anyways

Warning: this isn’t proof read because it took forever to write and I’m tired of it 🤡

Content: didn’t you read the a/n how the mha boys like their showers!

Characters: shoto Todoroki, Izuku midoriya, katsuki Bakugo, Dabi, Eijirou Kirishima, Kaminari Denki, Hanta Sero, Tenya Iida (kind of), Mirio Togata, Tamaki Amajiki

Shoto Todoroki

I think regardless of his feelings about warmth(associating it with endeavour) he just likes cold showers.

Considering their benefits and how soothing it can be after a long day of running around, it’s just nice to get into the shower and spend some time with his thoughts. (I’m not projecting wdym)

I don’t think he’s crazy enough to face the water though, that’s just down right unpleasant.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a sort of organised way to shower.

For example a few minutes to relax and wind down, then skin care for like ten minutes, actually clean himself for five, etc. obviously I’m not sure about the exact times since I haven’t had the pleasure of showering with him, but it’s just an idea.

Izuku Midoriya

I promise this whole blog isn’t about cold showers, as much as a cold shower defender as I am..

It pretty much depends on the day. He’s read up about the different benefits of cold showers compared to warm showers, so he usually decides based on his experiences that day.

He probably starts the day with a warm shower though, he’s got good self discipline but not enough to have a cold shower first thing in the morning. Maybe he’ll get used to it as he gets older.

His go to, without considering benefits and such, is maybe just a lukewarm shower. He’s simple, and the warmth is comforting.

I imagine him not having such a complex routine as pretty boy Shoto, but he makes sure to take care of himself when he’s got time. None of that three-in-one crap, that’s for sure.

Katsuki Bakugo

It’s either a hot shower or freezing cold. Very rarely is it in between.

Because of his quirk, I’d assume sometimes he doesn’t even realise how hot the water gets sometimes. He’s just used to being hot(both ways) and doesn’t really mind it.

Maybe if someone points it out that he’s in scalding hot water or that his skin is super red after showering, he might be more mindful of it next time in hopes to not violently attack his skin like that.

He.. definitely doesn’t have a specific skin care routine. When he gets opportunity, he’ll take care of himself once in a while but usually his showers are brief and he prioritises just getting clean and not having a full self care session.

Like I mentioned, his showers are usually short.

Unless it’s been a super long day, then maybe he’ll adjust the water so that it’s calming to him(maybe just a very cool water to contrast his usual high temperature) and take more time just letting the water flow over him, allowing his stress and tension to drip away through the drain along with the shower water.

Dabi

Not particularly sure why he’s here, I just wanted to add him

He’s crazy, what can I say? He faces the water like a total weirdo. (If u do this, sorry not sorry 😋)

The temperature doesn’t matter to him, he probably doesn’t shower much anyways. He doesn’t look like a guy with brilliant hygiene, he’s a villain after all and clearly doesn’t care much.

No skin routine. Just some soap and shampoo(sometimes). What skin is he going to take care of, anyways? Would you do skin care on burnt bacon? No?

I swear I don’t hate Dabi even though this feels aggressive

Eijirou Kirishima

This boy definitely spends a lot of time singing in the shower. No, you won’t convince me otherwise

He probably doesn’t have a very strict skin routine, but he does have a good hair care routine. Imagine all the effort it takes to get it to stand up like that and all the dye? He has to make up for that by taking super good care of his hair so it doesn’t completely die on him

I’m not sure what temperature water he’d like, just nothing super cold and he’s good 👍

Eijirou also appreciates a nice soak in the bath sometimes. His quirk must have some sort of strain on his muscles, right? So a bit of time just to wind down and chill in the bath is a must !!

Kaminari Denki

So I think all of us can guess that his quirk and water don’t go together. That’s why he probably doesn’t take baths, but makes sure to just take quick, efficient showers.

It’s not like he doesn’t want to spend more time in the water, he definitely does, but unfortunately it can be a bit dangerous

He’s probably googled if hot water or cold water is better at conducting electricity, and according to this, he chose the temperature of the water. Apparently hot water conducts more, so the majority of his showers are on the cold side.

Because he doesn’t have the luxury of spending a lot of time in the shower, he doesn’t have any specific skin routine or hair routine. He focuses on getting his body clean as well as he can in a limited amount of time rather than the tiny details.

Hanta Sero

He likes warm showers. I can’t explain it, I just seriously don’t see him taking a cold shower unless it’s against his will(/hj)

As much as I love him, I really doubt his ability to keep himself completely clean. He’d probably just clean himself with body wash or something and call it a day, he tries making up for it with cologne though

I’m not particularly sure why, but his hair is at least a little bit greasy all the time unless he’s literally just gotten out the shower

He probably prefers baths over showers tbh, but he complains when the water gets cold

Tenya Iida

I was wondering about how his engines react to water. Surely they’re waterproof/resistant right? It’d be weird and a pain if they weren’t.

Apparently his engines resemble car engines and those are supposedly not water proof if the water gets in them.. maybe he’s just extra careful when he showers?

Okay so with the idea that he can’t get water IN the engines, regardless of if it’s canon or not cause I’m not doing my homework today

He’s probably really careful when he showers, or he’ll cover his legs to prevent water getting in them

Wait how does he go swimming

Okay I give up sorry, I’ll add more characters to make up for it 🥴

Bonuses!!

Mirio Togata

He definitely likes his warm showers, how could he not?

I think he’d also be the type of person to focus on the benefits of hot water vs cold water, but not as strictly as Izuku for example. He can certainly enjoy a cold shower once in a while though.

I can’t see him taking a long time on skincare and stuff, but he’s got good hygiene for the point where his quirk… exposes him.

Can’t smell bad and be naked, right? Pick a struggle dude

Sings in the shower and if you point it out, he doesn’t deny it. Maybe he’ll invite you in for a shower concert with him ;)

Tamaki Amajiki

He probably finds warm showers comforting, they’re like a hug when he needs one after some anxiety-inducing work that day.

I don’t have much for him tbh 🥲 sorry

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i humbly and respectfully beg for a crumb of Ricky content, i need more of this man (holiday drabble like his brother perhaps?) i love, love, love your writing and your characters!!

Ricky's heart grew three times that day.

A/N: Ricky is baby also took a different approach with this one because our boy is troubled but we luh him all the same. Also Coquito(1) is like this boozy eggnog that has like three different types of Puerto Rican rum in it and it gets you SLOSHED lmao my family on my mom's side always makes it around the holidays, do y'all have any fun traditions?

TW'S: Ricky, Yandere, he has the holiday blues, cursing, suggestive

Ricky hated winter. The snow in New York was brutal, he was always shivering no matter how many thermals he wore, and everyone got on his nerves even more so than usual. These thoughts were at the forefront of his mind as he stared down at the daunting message from his Father, the invitation to the Christmas party was more of a command than an ask and he felt his blood pressure rise at the idea.

Checking to see if you were still sleeping, his tired eyes raked over your blissfully unaware form and the sight pacified him almost instantly. He began to gently pet your hair, the soft motions self soothing as his mind became a battlefield.

While not inherently terrible, being surrounded by his loud extended family always left him with a migraine. Be it the judgmental tones and stares or the backhanded compliments, he'd be forced to interact with them, forced to save face and make his dad look good even though he was tearing them apart in his mind.

He hated small talk, especially with people he couldn't give less of a shit about. And his nature was far too blunt and aggressive to mesh with the rest of his kin, he felt the sneer on his face at the though of all the tongue biting he was gonna have to do tonight, and he must have been thinking too loud because you began to shuffle awake.

"Sleep. It's way too early for you to be up." His morning voice was shiver inducing, the tremble in his words had a smile curling on your half asleep form, the small kiss he pressed to the center of your forehead made you fully open your eyes.

"Mm but you're way more fun than sleep." You responded, nearly cutting yourself off with a yawn. He couldn't help but grin down at you, all tension evaporating from his body, his semi cold hand drifting from your waist to your own, had goosebumps rising on the skin, he smoothly interlocked your fingers with a content sigh.

He allowed himself to be swallowed by the peace of the morning. Waking with the love of his life was something he'd never get used to, far too often he had nightmares where you were gone or worse, all in his mind, then he'd jump awake with a pounding heart, only to find you peacefully drooling on his chest, the image making him fall somehow deeper in love.

"Why ya up so early anyway babe?" You asked snuggling closer to his chest. He'd have to force himself not to shiver when you began playing with the gold chain resting on his neck. He'd bought it to match with a necklace he gifted you on your one month anniversary, inhaling your scent deeply, trying to ground himself further in the moment, he took a second before responding.

"Dad texted me." He started slowly, as if not saying it would somehow negate his need to attend.

"Every year my Ma' throws this ridiculous Christmas party and every year I gotta go and deal with my whole family- it's a mess and I hate it." He all but whined.

"All I wanna' do is snuggle and watch those shitty cheesy movies you love so much-" he punctuated this with a soft kiss, "But nooo. Now I gotta play nice with a bunch'a assholes just cuz' were related." You smiled up at your grump of a boyfriend and tried not to laugh at his dramatics.

"Okay big guy- those cheesy movies? Yeah you love em' too don't even try to play with me I seen you cry and second," you sprung like a cat to sit up, throwing a leg over him to straddle his waist, he gave a wicked grin at the action, hands instantly finding home on your hips, "You got back-up this year, anyone gets too cunty and I'll handle em'." Sliding your thumb across Your throat in a mocking gesture, he couldn't help but laugh at the image, the cute little giggle you let out was contagious, leaning down to seal his lips in another kiss, this one much longer than the last, when you pulled away to breath he followed, sitting up and wrapping your legs around his middle.

"Oh you're gonna take my aunt Susan out back if she gets snippy huh?" He laughed against your mouth, his thumbs began to circle the skin of your hips sending sparks up your spine.

"Really though Rick, I got you. We show up, razzle the parents, totally upstage your brothers by bringing your mom flowers and then get home in time to bone to whatever cliché movie they got on TV."

His eyes softened at your very clear attempts to cheer him up, the action only further proving to him you were his forever person. "Come on ya Grinch. It might even be funn." You whispered the last part, as if a secret.

He sighed through his nose before interlocking your pinkies. "Okay but if I call it we're outta there you dig?"

The way your face brightened made the party suddenly seem actually appealing. "Dig. We can say I got the meat sweats or ooh- I can make myself pass out?"

The rest of the morning was spent in between the sheets. When you'd finally wrestled him out of bed he, like the brat he was, claimed he wasn't showering unless you joined him.

After your rather steamy shower he found his place snugly sat between your legs, his finger tips gently tracing your guy's names on your calves, you'd been softly singing along to the Christmas song thrumming through the morning air and gently brushed out his long mane. The ends got curly when he was fresh out the shower like this, the strands bounced around your finger as you began to braid.

He was practically drooling from the incredible sensation of your fingers threading through his scalp. It was as if you had magic in those hands.

He discovered a few things about himself that day, he didn't mind Christmas music if it was coming from your mouth. He also found the idea of showing you off way too good to pass up, sure his possessive nature usually didn't allow for such feelings but every year someone commented on his lack of partner, he couldn't wait to walk in with the most enchanting creature to ever grace the earth on his arm. He also couldn't wait to see the look on his siblings faces when they realized he wasn't lying and you were in fact real, he had yet to introduce you to anyone but his parents, sure the other boys knew of you, but Ricky is so stingy with your information, so hesitant to speak about you, they'd begun teasing him, as if you were made up.

You both looked to die for as you put the finishing touches on your look. Ricky was fussing with his tie, his nerves picking back up as the clock marched on. His brain was running faster than usual, running through all the ways it could go wrong, all the ways you could end up hurt, but then your hands slid around his midsection from behind, your shorter form peaking out to meet his gaze in the mirror.

"Hey, you okay over here? I can't remember the last time you looked this uncomfortable." His hands instantly stopped fussing with the undone tie, eagerly encompassing your own with his larger ones, focusing on the warmth you provided instead of the nagging anxiety in his gut was easy.

"I'm- I'll be okay." He reassured you, bringing your hand to his lips so he could kiss each finger. "I got you- I'll be okay." He repeated like a mantra, you smiled sadly at the taller man, knowing just how hard he worked for his Father's approval, you're not sure he even could say no to the man, turning him to face you took little effort, you cupped the sides of his face as softly as you could, thumbs gently rubbing his flustered face, "Say the word and we're telling your mom I got food poisoning." He huffed a laugh through his nose, leaning his forehead against your own, his eyes closing in concentration as he held you closer to him.

"Thank you Love." His eyes opened with such raw passion is took you aback a little.

"You're like my morphine tonight okay? No straying too far, if my creepy cousin says anything to you come tell me- who am I kidding you're not gonna have to I'll be right there." He quickly shook away his storm cloud and began running down his mental list of rules for a successful night, his usual attitude was back making you return his grin.

"And don't let Manny goad you into drinking the coquito*, he made it this year and the little bastard is heavy handed with the rum." He continued talking while you began to fix his tie, the ginger not skipping a beat. "Ma will try to feed you until you can't move so when she asks if you're hungry say no- it is a trap." You snorted at this, much to his amusement. "I'm so serious- anyway my Pop's a real hardass, don't take his face personal I swear he just looks like he hates you." You'd finished his tie with a pat to the chest and he pressed a brief kiss to your knuckles as thanks, "-but he knows how much you mean to me and promised he wouldn't scare you away."

"Don't worry my love, nothing you do could scare me off." You said lightheartedly, walking back to your mirror to double check yourself as it was time to go, not knowing just how serious he was taking those words.

"That's good to hear." His smile would be so genuine you'd completely miss the dark look in his eye.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #anon submission #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc #my oc #yandere oc ricky #ricky delmont x reader #ricky delmomt

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thekinkyleopard · 11 months

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A Shifter’s Tale

Pt. 5 Contains Smut

Remi x Levi Lore

A Live Roleplay Transcript Series

Pt. 5

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

This part contains lemons, really aggressive, bloody, lemons. Also fluff. Also more substance abuse, and addiction.

Author’s Note: I know you guys are probably side eyeing tf outta me and Geez when you read this part but like....I gave you a content warning, leave us alone T_T LOL. Also forgive me I know I said I'd keep them short but the smut....was smutting ok. I also didnt feel right about releasing a chapter of them just, well, fuckin. Had to add more story depth as well. Art and Remi always by @aller-geez

Description: Two shifters on the run cross paths, how will they conquer their inner demons, self doubt and misery in order to work together to achieve their dreams. What will become of the Snow Leopard and the Black Wolf?

Geezie: Remi’s muscles burned under the strain of forcing himself from the comatose state he was in just moments before, but he easily pushed past it to grasp desperately at the leopard's soft skin. For just a brief second, he could see clearly between the drugs and alcohol, and as their lips met over and over again, the wolf could almost swear Levi was glowing within his arms. “I.. need to be closer to you..” his deep voice was muffled against the other's lips as he spoke between passionate kisses. Separating their mouths finally, the wolf’s bright white teeth instantly began to nip gently from the other's freckled shoulders, and up his throat to his jawline, where they settled to their final position right above the leopard's ear, hot breath cascading down his neck. “You okay?” Remi asked gently, not wanting to cause the other any discomfort because of the new drug in his system. Just as quickly as his lips disconnected from their passionate kiss, his teeth were gently nibbling the very top of Levi’s ear, his exhales hot against his freckled skin. As much as he tried to fight the growing problem in his jeans that were suddenly way too tight, his hips ground feverishly into the man on his lap, and his heartbeat that crashed in his ears almost drowned out every other sound around him.

Kezzi: Like small patches of fire burning across the very surface of his skin as Remi’s lips traced up and down his flesh, marking the areas with his teeth. Levi’s mouth opened just partially as he whispered the softest moan in response to each brush of touch. The leopard desperately clung to rip Remi’s shirt off him, only separating them for a moment to shed the material, as his palms immediately began to soothe and explore the flesh there. “I’m perfect…..just like you…” he said back to the other so softly, so carelessly like it was second nature to pillow talk with a man he’d met 3 days ago. Truth was, it was, to him, it felt like a lifetime as they entangled within each other’s bodies. Slender hips shifting, sliding themselves downward into the other. Friction. Finally, chills, ran down the leopard’s spine. “I need you…” he whimpered pathetically into the other’s stretched ear. His own mouth ducking through to reach Remi’s exposed neck, latching hold with his swollen pink lips, sucking, biting, pulling back with a pop he smirked to himself. Proud that he had made a bright, large purple mark against the skin he ravished, continuing to leave a trail that led from the man’s ear to his shoulder, sliding his wet tongue along the line of bruising, pausing at the other’s plugged ear lobe, teasing it gently with his teeth. His head was swirling between lust and intoxication, the heroin only forcing him out of the shell he was scared he would be in, should they be in this situation. He was ecstatic. He was ready. He was never sure of anything before in his life except this moment, and truthfully felt grateful to have someone so incredibly special to share this moment with.

Geezie: All of the hair rose on end across the wolf’s whole body, goosebumps quickly following as the other’s soft lips connected with his skin. He grunted from deep within his chest, his large hands snaking down the other’s body and gripping his hips with force as he pushed him down against his clothed member. Remi’s head fell back slightly, the glow of his eyes seemingly growing brighter with each passing second, and his eyebrows knitted together. “Fuck..” the wolf’s deep voice nearly cracked in the middle, his breath hitching and catching in his throat from the chills that ran up him. The same warm hands that forced Levi’s hips down were suddenly removed only to peel the shirt off of the leopard on top of him, their bare skin sliding across each other now. Remi’s muscles flexed expertly, although he felt as if he were purely vibrating from the desire that coursed through him. “I cant stop myself..” the wolf whispered aloud, forcefully grasping his bottom lip within his sharp teeth, causing a thick drop of blood to roll down his chin. Remi knew full well what he was getting into, as as much as his body tried to tremble and warn him, it was way too late to turn it off. As his chest began to swell with that same familiar warmth that he was so accustomed to, he could only prolong it with that same sexy smirk that made his eyes so bright they were almost hard to look at in the dim light of the bus. The dark crimson color suddenly stained his once white teeth, and his eyes seemed to slit down the middle, a truely terrifying sight to anyone, especially someone who was in the process of sleeping with him.

Kezzi: His breath caught in the middle of his throat as the other’s hands gripped tight to his haunches, forcibly grinding their lengths together. Their foreheads slipped together, hot breath ghosting past the other’s slowly sweating features as the heat between them rose, the bus and the substance within them, made it almost like a sauna in the space. The cat could no longer differentiate between reality and this building feeling of desire. Eagerly, he allowed the wolf to discard his top, feeling the other against him like this, was enough to give Levi full body chills. The lust that fueled him, only made him that much more desperate. It was only when the larger seemed worried…like he had to hold something back, that the leopard gave a reassuring purr to his now sexual partner, gently touching his palm to the man’s clammy cheek. “Don’t you ever fucking stop yourself…” the freckled skin vibrating underneath rough hands. “Take me…” he whimpered. “Take me please…” voice pathetic, lewd, so needy it was impossible for the raven haired to deny him. Something feral snapped inside of the leopard when he noticed Remi starting to bleed from his teeth. Eagerly, he pushed their lips together once more, fiercely. Hot passion steaming off their bodies as Levi’s tongue slipped past the other’s soft, stained lips, smears of crimson starting to form at the corner of their mouths. More, it was all he could consider, more. His hands making quick work, they dove between their two bodies and worked tirelessly to unfasten the throbbing cock from it's chambers. Freeing the length Levi gripped hold of it, slowly sliding his fist downward, and back up, swiping his thumb over the tip in a teasing fashion. He was ferociously kissing the other with desire he had not once felt before this moment, only suddenly, he broke the kiss, but their foreheads still rest upon each other as Levi’s hot breath whispered, “This is all yours…It can only be yours…” words dripping with sexual longing, panting with blood smeared across his mouth as his palm continued to work the wolf’s aching shaft.

Geezie: The purring against his already overstimulated muscles made Remi tremble very clearly, every cell in his body feeling as it if was vibrating on another plane. “I don’t-“ the raspy voice of the wolf was obviously strained as he struggled against his words. “want to hurt you..” Although Remi’s words fell on deaf ears; He felt everything. A guttural growl ripped from his chest as he arched his back to thrust his throbbing shaft into Levi’s waiting hand, and as his lips were once again captured by the man in front of him, all inhibitions that were under control the last time they fooled around went out the window. The burning within his stomach reached a fever pitch, and his skin even started to heat up beyond human levels as a small stream of blood escaped the corner of his mouth to splash against his chest. Small droplets cascaded down the wolf’s hot flesh, a few settling on Levi’s hand as he worked tirelessly to pleasure the larger. When their foreheads finally met, Remi’s chest was heaving with the force of his breaths, his emerald eyes so illuminated that his pupils were almost unidentifiable. “I know.. even before you knew..” He smirked devilishly, pausing only to lick the pad of his thumb slowly, sensually. His tongue was now purely crimson, his saliva almost completely replaced with blood, and as he pulled his thumb away, the thick coating of the red liquid could easily be seen glistening on his skin. In one fluid motion, he gripped Levi’s face in one hand, smearing the blood that once coated his finger all over his cheek and lips. “Then what are you waiting for, kitten? Remove those..” Remi barked his instructions, nodding his head to gesture to the pants that still sat on the others slender hips.

Kezzi: The leopard’s head was buzzing, fueled with pure desire for the other as his hands, and flesh melded together as one. Levi gripped tight to Remi’s throbbing length, pumping with sheer intention of making him feel incredibly euphoric. Mouths clashing with desperate fury, mixtures of blood and saliva slipping in streams down the sides of their lips. The leopard growled deep within the base of his chest, the first feral sound that had escaped his innocent lips. Levi shoved himself into the wolf, foreheads messily slid together as hot breath ghosted over those he once was just attached. “Stop thinking I’m so fucking fragile,” voice in a low whisper as he gripped the man’s lower lip between two rows of teeth, while the blood started to pool between them. He sucked roughly before releasing it with a pop. "Glad we're on the same page...." hissing with a stunted gasp as the wolf smeared his red stained DNA all over his pretty freckled face, it left the cat to shutter mercilessly in need. His free hand slipping and sliding up the crimson splashed bodies, almost painting abstract art across the wolf’s chest before he was given a very serious instruction. “Yes sir~” he mewled with a seductive twist of his body. Despite the heroin slowing him down, and managing to take his time sliding the article of clothing off his body, he did it. There he sat in all his naked glory, body flushed and stained already. He sat on his knees in front of the other, legs splayed outward, and palms supporting him from the middle of his body as they lay against the sheets. Levi bit his lower lip and looked the other up and down with glossed over and hungry ocean blues. Unable to contain the loud purr his throat emitted as he anticipated his next instruction. With a softly pink dusted face he looked up, like a truly desperate slut he whimpered outwardly now “How do you want me now, Master?” His hips shifting with anticipation, his own length dancing and leaking with excitement.

Geezie: “Oh trust me,” Accompanied by the same lust filled growl, the wolf’s large hands clapped against the skin of the other's thigh, and his now dagger sharp nails pierced the freckled skin as he gripped tightly to quite literally drag the leopard towards him across thin sheets. “You being fragile is at the bottom of my list.. Get on all fours.. now.” Remi’s loud voice boomed as he spoke his instructions, and it felt like the walls of the bus even shook. Waiting patiently for the white haired man to do as he was told, he Inserted his index and middle finger into his mouth, he sucked on his own appendages briefly before removing them, the stringy red saliva mixture once again visible. As the wolf’s own hand expertly pumped his thick cock that begged to be buried in the whimpering mess of a man in front of him, the other free hand that he had just lubricated slid up to press firmly against the smaller's hole, a rough and ominous laugh echoing out of him. “Describe how this feels to me..” the wolf commanded, and just as the words left his lips, his index finger danced teasingly over the soft puckering skin there, dipping over and around before inserting one fingertip into Levi and swirling it firmly against his tight walls. His shocking green orbs almost studied the other's movements to excess, every hitch of his breath, every twitch of a muscle, and holy shit the pheromones that completely assaulted Remi from every sense gave him a high that was easily comparable to the heroin that was recently injected into his veins. Everything was but a blur to the wolf at this point, but that wasn’t going to stop him.

Kezzi: The wolf’s commanding and dominant tone sent Levi’s body into full chills, as bumps rose to the surface of freckled pale flesh. The mixture of clawing and shoving, Levi could do nothing more than emit small yips of lustful sounds. Doing as he was told with a flushed nod, he turned his body around and slowly slid the front of his chest downward stretching his arms out in front of him, while arching his back, giving Remi a full and total view of his perfectly rounded ass. His cheeks just barely spread apart enough to give the wolf a preview of his awaiting hole before it was thoughtfully assaulted. His face laid to the side against the sheets of his bed, wiggling his haunches back and forth in a teasing manner, a sly mischievous smirk spread across his face. “Are you going to give me what I deserve then?” His sultry voice purred outwardly within the domicile, a cycle of huffs, grunts and soft whimpers echoed around them. Blue eyes rolled shut at the feeling of a wet digit pressing and tormenting his needing entrance, a sharp gasp leaving his lips before he flexed his body inward at the sudden intrusion. He tried his best to keep a smoother tone but he just sounded like a despairing whore as he mewled and writhed under the wolf. “It…it feels..S-so full…your finger is so ah-hah…long…soft…” he stammered, trying to focus on his task, but unable to stop his body from melting under his sexual partner’s touch. “All I…all I can…think of…please..More..” his eyes darted back behind him from his sideways position to take a peak at Remi’s glistening body, face fully painted red over delicate freckled features, his skin slickened with building sweat. The leopard sucked in his lower lip , gripping the sheets below as he pushed his hips backwards, now meeting and matching every thrust of Remi’s skilled movements. “Please…Remington…” extra emphasis on the other’s government name as it chimed through his ear drums like the feeling of a new Guardin song being dropped. “I want you so bad…” he gasped behind swollen lips, back dipped and ass raised in anticipation.

Geezie: “Yeah just like that.. tell me how much you want to feel me inside of your greedy little hole..” Remi growled, his voice almost unchanged even as his chest heaved from the force of his breaths. The single digit he had deep inside the other suddenly became two as his middle finger now prodded and stretched within the leopard, his hips bucking in tandem with the rhythmic motions of his busy hand. “You’re such a dirty whore that my fingers knuckle deep inside you like this gets you off, doesn’t it?” Remi’s emerald eyes glinted with mischief, and his long fingers made quick work of prepping the other for what he was really about to get himself in to. After what seemed like an eternity, the wolf’s fingers were removed ever so slowly, and without so much as a second thought, the raven haired man spat forcefully into his palm. Without letting the mix of fluids slip through the cracks in his digits, he gripped his own needy length forcefully to slick the contents generously across his skin. Even though Remi had massive hands, the dripping head of his cock still poked out over the top of his fist. The wolf couldn’t help the ragged gasping that rattled his rib cage as his body was thrown full force into overdrive by the sheer realization that all of this was really happening; he was consumed entirely by lust and desire. Looking down at the leopard again with his signature smirk across his face, trembling cock in hand and sweat glistening on his tanned skin, and when Remi was sure the other was 100% looking at him, his sultry voice could melt even stone statues. “Before I continue… Remind me again.. Whose cock is this?” A strong, built arm snaked around the other’s body to swiftly grip Levi’s dripping length in his hand, curling his palm around it to pump it up and down painfully slowly.

Kezzi: “I’ve never wanted anything more…” the cat panted in heat as his hind end pushed backward into each fluid motion of Remi’s expertly twisting fingers. His mouth hung open, a line of saliva trickled down the side of his lips as the dominant’s words rang like an orchestra of angels inside his fuzzy head. “Yes…yes Daddy…it feels too good…” panting desperately as his body vibrated and shook under the force. His knuckles turned white against the gripped sheets under the pressure of ecstasy as his sensitive length twitched and begged, a thin bead of sweat sliding down the side of his face before their eyes locked. Levi swore if the other wasn’t pinning him to this center of gravity, he would for sure have floated into the heavens above after that last sentence. “Fuck…” he whimpered unable to stabilize the swirling thoughts inside his brain. How? How did this man turn in such a sophisticated person like himself into a leaking, crying pathetic mess of slutty desires. “It’s yours…it’s always going to be yours….” The tone of his voice a seductive purr as he continued to rock himself backward trying from his own end to force the wolf’s rock hard length inside his desperate entrance. His eyes gleamed brightly with impatience as they found themselves frozen in this moment together. His hips thrusting with fervor and need into the raven haired’s palm, his body fueling with unbridled lust as the tension only continued to build within him. Levi’s nostrils filled with the intoxicating scent of the larger’s wafting pheromones, only causing the leopard to swirl deeper into a state of hypnotized desire.

Geezie: “That’s fucking right it is…” Remi hissed loudly, pressing the head of his circumcised cock into Levi’s awaiting hole where his fingers were a few moments ago, only just stretching the puckered skin but not entering. As he felt the smaller male buck eagerly into him, the wolf sucked his teeth loudly, breaking the silence that was otherwise filled with only the synchronized ragged breathing of the two. Shaking his head slowly, filled with disappointment, the pressure of his feverish head against the leopard's hungry entrance was removed, hovering just barely out of reach. “Aht, Aht, Aht…” he clicked his tongue, and slid one free hand deliberately up Levi’s back, his hot palm completely wrapping around the back of the other’s neck and gripping it tightly. “Did I give you permission to do that?” The same terrifying voice from the first day they met had completely taken over the already intimidating bass of the large man, and his nails broke skin on the sides of Levi’s neck from the force of his grip. “Don’t worry. You will learn little kitten.. some training and we could have you whipped into shape in no time..” The head of his cock was replaced against the leopard's needy hole, although this time a little more force was exerted against him, and his quivering pink head slipped half way into the man before it was promptly slid out again, but remained pressed against the opening. “Your slut asshole exists for me to fuck it.. and if you forget that..” again his head popped into the other’s tight walls, just to be removed again. “I guess you’ll just have to be punished..”

Kezzi: “All yours…” his voice weak, raspy from the position he was in. His ass stayed hiked up, his arms pushed down beneath his rapidly rising and falling chest. There was something inhuman that came bursting from the depths of Levi’s delicate throat when he felt the wolf poking and teasing his desperate hole. He moaned, but quickly sucked in a breath of muggy sex scented air, before his hips painfully froze where they were, learning quickly not to provoke the feral man that towered his trembling body. “Yes D-Daddy…I’m sorry…” he apologized sheepishly, feeling the other’s knife-like tone cut him deep within his groin, his cock only twitching as his body craved more of this unbridled passion. Coherent thoughts? Completely out the window as his opened mouth continued to weep and whine, a strong grasping hand at his neck now, he swore if he didn’t hold back the most he could now, he would completely spill at the slightest amount of depth. “How could I ever forget….?” Gasping in between his pathetic cries of pleasure, “It only craves you…” the second half of his sentence came out in a whisper so soft, you’d almost physically have to catch it to comprehend it. Oh, but there was no mistake for Remi, he could hear every syllable, every sigh, not once in his entire sexual career, has Levi ever felt completely lost in euphoria, worrying about cumming too early was never in his cross hairs, but tonight. It was taking every last ounce of strength to keep himself stable, and struggling…to answer his new Master’s commands. It’s not that he didn’t want to obey…he just…needed it, so badly, for 27 years he was fine but this moment? This moment right here was when Levi realized how absolutely addicting the feeling of this unsaturated and violent encounter was. Hoping the slight twitch of his hips went unnoticed as he couldn’t stop his body from begging.

Geezie: “Ah, you just cant help yourself, can you?” Remi breathed, unable to help his own self despite his instructions being disregarded, his hips acting on their own accord and bucking into the leopard. His thick cock slipped in about half way, and the exhale from the large man escaped in a sharp hissing sound. “F-fucking god..” the wolf’s breath hitched roughly, the grip around the other's neck tightening for leverage as he slowly slid the rest of his length into the quivering body below him. Shoving Levi down forcefully by the hand already on his neck, Remi’s entire body shook from a chill that rocked every cell in his body. He could clearly feel the rapid heartbeat of the other from within him, kicking up the intense prey drive that already was overpowering all other thoughts. With a sharp grunt, the wolf began to melodically move his hips, slowly thrusting in, and out again, his hot breath rolling across the leopard’s back. His hands slipped back down the smaller man’s torso, stopping at each little dip and hill like he was attempting to map out Levi’s body as he touched and caressed him. More crimson blood pooled at the base of his tongue and as much as he tried to swallow it, it just continued to spill over his lips. A rather large stream raced down his bare chest, and his skin felt as if it would boil over, his rhythmic thrusts slowly starting to increase in tempo and desperation as the leopard got used to him. “Good boy, just like that for Master..” Remi panted, his head falling back slightly as his eyebrows knitted together.

Kezzi: “I can’t…I can’t help…help it…” he repeated in confirmation as his hips slid back to meet the thick cock slowly sliding halfway inside him. Unbelievable relief with a slight sharp pain, he wasn’t used to anything this size, but he also wasn’t one to turn away from a little pain. In fact, it only intensified the pleasure coursing through him. Before long, he could feel Remi pushing himself further in, all the way. At full capacity, Levi let out a long, drawn out moan as his eyes slipped through the back of his skull. The leopard grit his teeth together, tears threatening to spill over his whitened waterlines, pressing his forehead hard into the mattress he let out a low pitched whimper as his virginity was snatched up by the wolf. His body never had felt so full, even having used dildos in the past, there was nothing quite like a real, pulsating shaft, sheathing inside tight awaiting walls. Sliding his now extracted claws down the delicate bedding, shredding the material without reserves, his toes curling subconsciously. The feeling of hot thick blood pouring down his back only furthered his over boiling lust for the man above him, purring and sliding his body into each touch, tickle and thrust. Eventually as he began to adjust to the sheer girth of Remi’s cock, his haunches started to tremble, pushing and matching each increasing pound. “F-f-…aH..k~” moaning between the sharp snap of thrusts the wolf tirelessly threw at him. “Yes…yeeesss…please..hard-er…” squeaking under his face that was smushed up against his rather destroyed bed.

Geezie: The leopard's muscles tried with all of their might to repel the large man, squeezing his cock tightly and subconsciously pushing back against him, causing the wolf to pant an almost inaudible lust laden moan. His length throbbed painfully, begging to be fully buried in the smaller man, something his entire body had been begging him to do for days now, which he gladly, finally, obliged. Just as soon as Remi was able to release the breath from his throat, began to steadily pump away, only removing his hand to occasionally swipe away the blood that trickled down both corners of his mouth, leaving huge blood stains across both of their exposed bodies. The sight of this gorgeous man.. The way he writhed in ecstasy, the way his whole body vibrated around his already needy cock when he purred that made the wolf see stars, the way he just did exactly what Remi told him, when he told him, and the kicker.. the way he just HANDED the wolf his V card in a gift box. The large man had Levi like putty in the palm of his hand.. As Remi’s ego inflated with each passing second, so did his roughness and desperation of his motions, and in seconds they were both completely blood stained, slide marks and hand prints decorating both of their bodies like they belonged in an exhibit. A few times he slammed particularly hard into the leopard's prostate, and suddenly the trademarked terrifying voice boomed through the choir of grunts and pants that filled the room. “I warned you that you were going to get yourself into trouble just innocently acting like that..” long claws penetrated the skin on the nape of his neck and he drug his hand deliberately down towards him, leaving large crimson scratches on the once ivory skin. “Now just look at you.. you’re such a greedy little mess..” The corners of his mouth turned up in a smirk as always, and he removed his claws from within Levi’s skin. “Tell me how much you want me to absolutely fill you up with my seed.. You’re Master’s little cum slut, aren’t you?” The wolf’s hot breath trailed like a phantom down towards the fresh slashes in the leopard's skin, and an already dark red tongue slipped across the flesh there, the blood pooling there now mixing with his own which nearly made his bright green eyes roll back into his head.

Kezzi: Levi’s body felt like it was about to give in from the pure pressure of the other’s rough treatment, but it truly only drove him more and more wild. The feeling of being so close to snapping, like the wolf might actually break him. He loved the sheer dangers of it. Chills ran down his painted spine. Continuing to press back hungrily into each pound and thrust he moaned with a high pitched desperation into the mattress below, fingers latched tightly to the ripped pieces of fabric. “I don’t regret a second of it…” he panted in between whimpers and whines. Truly, he didn’t. If anything in his life he was glad he saved his virginity for this very moment, this gets to be his first? This man? There’s a claim there almost…his body shuddered once again, eyes rolling around in the back of his head. Absolutely, no regrets. If this wasn’t what the afterlife had to offer, he never wanted to die. His body rolled with desire as he felt the wetness of blood pool in several places “Please….please fill my greedy hole, Master.. I’m your little slut..only yours…” he cried out before he felt his special bud being assaulted from behind. Levi’s vision almost went black, his hand came down to despairingly rub and massage his own leaking, aching shaft. “God….you’re …y-you’re going to make me-…cu-hAh-mmm..” his voice stuttered, his body shook, and his haunches flexed inward, then back out against Remi’s thrusts, miscalculated and messy, as he blew his load all over the top of already trashed sheets. “I’m so sorry…Mm-Master, I couldn’t hold it…” he bit his lower lip shyly, face blushing brightly as he crooked his head just enough to look back at Remi, linking eyes but despite having already spent his seed, continued to rock and push his hips back rhythmically with the feral man. “I want you to fill me so badly…” keeping that same hazy, heated eye contact.

Geezie: “Such a good boy..” The wolf almost purred through his teeth, his large hands once again being replaced onto the other's thin hips for leverage. Every whorish moan and involuntary spasm of Levi’s body under him felt like lightening through him, the volts almost enough to make Remi completely forget what he was doing. However, bound and determined to fight the drugs and alcohol in his system, he could only sneer and growl from deep within his chest as the leopard begged him, the action in itself snapping something within him. He was almost able to keep himself in check, until suddenly, he felt the walls around his thick cock tighten, something the wolf could not have imagined to be able to be done, and Levi’s hot seed splashing against the sheet in front of him, and Remi lost it. The most horrifying, guttural snarl ripped from his mouth, his eyes complete neon green with no visible pupil, and his once human sized canines began to morph to sharp points. The entire world was a blur to him, the only thing he could see was a red fog that blanketed his field of view. “Fuck, you’ve done it now..” Remi’s voice was haunting, the sweat on his blood stained skin enunciating every muscle along his body. In a blink of an eye, the wolf had Levi standing again in front of him, his rock hard cock still buried deep within the smaller man, and one full muscular arm around his neck and throat. His dark tongue slipped from his mouth and slid up Levi’s freckled face, leaving a red drag mark on his temple. The large man’s entire body was shaking at this point as he held up the other's body with one arm around his throat. Without missing a beat, the rhythmic motions of his hips bucking up against the leopard returned, and he sunk his teeth into the muscle of the other's shoulder, his sharp nails again piercing the flesh. “G-gah.. Fuck..” Remi panted loudly, his feral state making him oblivious to his complete loss of control. He could start to feel the leopard begin to go limp in his arms, and almost as if someone was watching out for Levi, just before he became unconscious, the wolf finally let out a moan that was dripping in ecstasy, his hot load completely filling Levi now and every muscle in his body was rigid as he came. As the waves of pleasure washed over him, he released his grip on the smaller male's throat finally, letting him gently slide to the floor in front of the raven haired man. It took a few seconds, but Remi finally came to his senses, and upon inspection of the once pale skinned white haired man that now looked like a crime scene extra, his bright green eyes widened. “Ah, shit..” he cursed himself under his breath quickly, searching Levi’s expression for a reaction to his unprecedented violence.

Kezzi: Just as Levi thought he had spent the majority of his energy, a new wave of strength hit him as the real fun began. It took him by surprise when their positions were suddenly changed, more importantly when he was completely lifted up and off the around by the man’s strong arm. The leopard’s ears rang loudly as the ability to breath was completely snatched from him, his ocean blues rolled back in his head as he allowed the feeling of Remi using him like a fuck toy send him over the edge a second time. Something that normally would take him by surprise had he the ability to comprehend what was actually happening. Not even a single hand on his cock, as his dangling limbs started pulsating again, his second orgasm rocked through his soul a bit quieter than the first. Airways constricted and vocal chords completely cut off. He was in pure euphoric bliss, he always had a feeling he was a bit on the unusually kinky side…but this exceeded all his expectations, this was more than he could come up with in a fantasy. Glossy sky blues rolled into the back of his head, the only sign of life being his trembling body. At the same time he spilled over for a second measure, Remi filled his greedy hole before loosely dropping him, covered in blood, saliva and cum, the cat came crashing to the floor…panting roughly to catch his breath, and the clarity of his vision. “I think…..you mean...Holy shit….” Levi gasped as he leaned up against the bed frame from where he was at, still desperately trying to come back to earth. His palms were out at his sides, flat against the floor, the bus was stuffy, hot. It smelled like a plethora of scents, sex, sweat, pheromones….it could almost send the spent cat into a need for more, but he sat there panting instead trying to allow the cloud of lust to lift away, before finally his soft breaths began to regulate. He looked up at Remi finally who stared at him with…slight horror. “What?” He asked tilting his blood stained face up at the wolf.

Geezie: Remi had to quickly brace himself with one hand against the wall of the bus to keep from completely toppling over. All of the drugs and alcohol in his system that he had been able to fight off when coursing with adrenaline moments earlier, seemed to hit him all at once, forcing the wolf to lean even his head against the wall for a second time. His eyes squeezed shut as he tried desperately to catch his breath. When he could finally focus them enough to see anything around him without pressing his forehead to the wall, Remi’s trademarked smirk was instantly on his face, although it seemed to have a little bit of embarrassment hidden within it as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh.. I’m missing a little bit of time there, at the end..” The now dimmed emerald orbs met Levi’s again finally, really taking in the full image. The small man in front of him had eight deep scratches in his back, as well as a bright red mark that was quickly turning purple around his throat, the wolf’s large bicep impression still visible on his fair skin. They were both equally covered in blood, which Remi was still unsure how much of it was his this time.. Shaking his head quickly to clear his thoughts, his face was somber now. “I didn’t uh.. do anything you were uncomfortable with, did I?” Remi was more than embarrassed to admit that he had lost control in the moment, and had it been another time, he could have easily killed the leopard and not even realized it. No matter how long the wolf gasped for air, he struggled to catch his breath from the life changing orgasm he just had, his large muscles quivering as he could almost feel them reabsorb the drugs and alcohol. He could not even begin to remember the last time sex had made him react that way, let alone have his partner still be Stan- well sitting, but alive, afterward.

Kezzi: Almost as if he’d been hit by a train in the middle of no where, the alcohol, the heroin, it came rushing back into him and his body slumped a bit against the bed he leaned on from the floor. Trying his best to fight off the drowsies from the substance abuse, as well, the sexual tirade he had just been apart of. His heaving gasps eventually subsided to soft huffs before he was cognitive that the wolf had been speaking to him. Slowly looking up, he flashed a reassuring and brightly joyous smile. “Uncomfortable? Nah. I’d go in for 3 more rounds if I wasn’t so….” His head slipped back to rest once more, spinning as he tried to remain composed. “Fucked up…” giggled a bit at the sound of that. At the rate that snails race, he managed to peel himself off the floor, looking now into the long mirror, twisting his body back and forth to take a gander at all the damage the was done to his pale flesh. “That’ll make for some great photos…” pondering out loud before he started to play in and smear the blood that was on his skin, he giggled making penis shapes and hearts. “Am Canvas!” Turning to look at the ragged wolf, the leopard was relatively fine, more so than fine truly, glowing. Finally walking up to him now he wrapped his arms around his tall, muscular neck and planted a soft but firm kiss on the raven haired man’s lips. “Thank you…” his tone sultry before he pulled back. “Shower or..” he looked down at the bed that was absolutely ravaged, torn to shreds, stained and ruined. “Oh…my poor bed! “ quickly gathering the mass of trashed blankets and sheets, tossing them to the floor. “I’ll grab the spares…” Levi blushed brightly.

Geezie: The wolf was perplexed by Levi’s response, still nearly expecting a more harsh reaction, but he knew better. Still silent, his toxic green eyes followed the smaller male as he got up finally to look in the mirror, before a deep, warm laugh erupted from within him as the leopard began finger painting across his skin. The other man just being authentic and goofy washed away whatever uneasiness Remi had in him. “Oh, you’re more than just a canvas..” If he hadn’t just expended every ounce of energy he had left in his body on their little pick me up, his bright green eyes would be twinkling as he spoke. “You’re a god damn master piece that belongs in a museum..” The words just seemed to spill out of the larger man, and usually he would catch himself before he crossed that line into flirting just a little TOO much and opening himself up to be vulnerable, but Levi, somehow, was different. He couldn’t imagine spending an hour without the leopard with him, let alone going their separate ways any time soon. This poor, innocent, sweet man was stuck with Remington, whether he liked it or not. The vibrations in the floor as the smaller man stood in front of him instantly quieted the inner panic that Remi was causing himself. Like they were a couple that had been together forever, the wolf instinctively leaned down a bit so the other didn’t have to stretch so far to kiss him. Although the kiss they shared was brief, it suddenly centered him, his breathing syncing perfectly with the leopard's, his muscles no longer quivering under him, and his eyes even seemed to be brighter when he opened them again. “Thank you for what?” Remi asked, slightly tilting his head to the side with a confused look on his face. Although he couldn't help but chuckle over the disaster area they had left the poor bus. “We can go get a new mattress and everything for you tomorrow? If you wanted to take a shower, I can put the new sheets on while you’re in there so they're ready to curl up in when you get out. I would say we’re okay not to, but maybe not now that I look us over..” He tried very hard to hide the amusement on his face, however you could clearly hear the smile in his voice, and the mischievous glint in his eyes.

Kezzi: Levi’s face turned up into a bright pink blush as the other spoke so highly of him. His heart pounded, and his stomach flipped, he couldn’t remember the last time someone genuinely complimented him…the look he got, the way it sounded. This, was genuine. Right? It had to be. He never knew what value words like that held, until Remi said them. “You’re so sweet…I think the same of you,” crystal blues closed happily as he looked up at the other, relishing in this moment together. Somehow, this one person could make him feel more alive than he ever had been before…mixed with the heroin and alcohol he really couldn’t feel any better either. After sharing the sweet, tender kiss, it was brought further to his frontal thinking that, wow, this, this really could BE something. In any sense, Levi realized he HAD someone to rely on now. It was so strange, as he’d been so lonely for so long and suddenly, here was this man. A little grumpy, a bit unapproachable, but so tender hearted…thoughtful and considerate to him. It was enough for him. More than enough. All Levi ever wanted, was a little consideration and care…and the universe sent it in a very strange way, but he wasn’t any less grateful. Remi’s confusion, however was enough to make him giggle before shifting his gaze, another bright rose color blush spread across freckled features. “Thank you for my first time…silly…it was, really amazing…worth the wait Id say,” brushing his hand through his soiled locks before turning about and collecting the new sheets. “Yes! That would be so lovely if you could do that, I already feel my thighs gluing together..” he grumbled a bit uncomfortably. He searched around his closet and pulled out a large grey crew neck sweater and a pair of boxer briefs. “Don’t miss me too much~” the cat giggled before sneaking away to the bathroom, he turned on the shower and let the water get hot. He looked himself over in the mirror again, unable to contain the enormous smile on his face. “Wow…” he whispered to himself as his delicate fingers traced every mark the wolf left behind on his skin. Quickly the mirror started to erase the reflection looking back at him, forcing him to reality again he hopped into the shower, scrubbing and washing every surface of his body, a bit saddened to. It felt wrong to wash any trace of the man off of him..but he knew he had to cause, well, he would be stinky and gross eventually. With a sigh he rinsed the soap off his body, and then stepped out, drying himself down.

Geezie: Having been completely caught up in the best sex the wolf had ever experienced, with any gender he’d been with, this large fact seemed to escape his mind completely. Once reminded of the significance, his emerald orbs nearly flew off of his face, almost surprised that even he could forget such an important detail. “Ah, shit. I totally forgot..” Remi chuckled, shaking his head slowly. “You’re definitely sure you’ve never done that before?” Sure, the wolf had an extreme body count to his name; he’d sexually been with any type of person you could imagine, but nothing compared to the raw, primal event that just unfolded between the two that even still made his heart rate increase to think about now. As Levi pulled out the clean sheets, Remi met him before he could walk the few steps to the other side of the bus to replace them in his own arms, a gentle smile on his face. “Don’t worry, i got ya~” the wolf was more than excited to be able to do something to help Levi be comfortable instead of the other way around, but was able to put his new suddenly manic state to the side as the leopard appeared in the doorway again. “Oh, i cant promise that..” Remi smirked, waggling his eyebrows ever so slightly on his forehead until the smaller man was inside the bathroom. As soon as the door shut, he worked tirelessly to stretch the fitted sheet across the sweat soaked mattress they both shared. Despite having the same amounts of blood and other dried liquids stained across his arms and the rest of his body like Levi did, he still meticulously adjusted the sheet so it hugged the slightly fraying material of the mattress under it without a single smear or scuff. The wolf stood back to admire his handiwork, his wide palms perched on his hips in an encouraged type of way, before swiping the outdated looking remote from the table beside him. Skimming through the show titles and movies, Remi finally settled on a harem anime called Shuffle!, a title he considered a comfort show as he’d seen it enough times to quote the entirety without skipping a beat. As the opening credits began to play with an upbeat Japanese song humming through the TV speakers, It didn’t take long for the anime to quickly jump to a lewd scene with the protagonist and another leading character, and the wolf couldn’t help but chuckle out loud to himself with his glowing green eyes locked on the tv. He would gladly help himself to curling up in a ball in the newly ripped nest of a bed behind him, but he knew full well how dirty he would make the fresh sheets. With a slightly defeated sigh, the large man settled for sitting on the edge of the bed, careful not to tread the very thin line that crossed over into “If you lean back at all you’ll be too comfortable and fall asleep” as he waited for the leopard to return.

Kezzi: Having laughed at the response, Levi shrugged collecting his things. “No but I’ve had some silicone training if you catch my drift…nothing that big though so…kudos to you and amazing for me~” shrugging simply before handing the sheets over and giving a light giggle to the wolf’s response. After having done all that, and taken the time to shower his body clean. The leopard stood in the bathroom after exiting, and looked at his still marked, but now clean frame. “Much better….” Speaking out loud to himself, he quickly ran out, to grab his phone, noticing nothing as he disappeared again. Levi taking the time and expertise to capture artistic shots of his newly made bruises and scratch marks. He was going to need that to post later. Once he finished his little mini photo shoot, he re-entered the space and actually took in the view, a pristine, well put together bed, and a very nervous and dirty wolf. Levi smiled sweetly, just taking in the sight of the haggard man , the cat was so happy to have him just being there, comforted that he didn’t scramble to get dress and leave with a grunt. He cleaned up the space, and waited patiently for him to get out. Just that simple act alone made him feel so complete. “Hey, you can go take a shower now if you’d like to relieve yourself of the ick,” biting his lower lip with a playful grin.

Geezie: The wolf sitting before him had closed his eyes briefly, quickly nodding off where he sat on the edge of the bed, and Levi’s voice nearly made him jump out of his skin, his ass leaving the bed by a good few inches. A few deliberate blinks finally allowed Remi’s glowing eyes to focus, and seeing a clean but still torn up man standing in the doorway, a large involuntary grin spread across his lips. “I even rescued a few from the sides of the bed..” He stated proudly, gesturing to the pile of stuffies with a simple nod. Standing now, the large man's body slumped a little from exhaustion, but still a soft kiss was placed against the leopard’s forehead with a smile. “Thanks, I’ll be quick.” The wolf grabbed the bags that contained all of his clothes from earlier in the day, seeming like it was a lifetime ago and not merely a few hours, and fished out a pair of white and grey joggers that felt more like sweats, and a black wifebeater, as well as a few toiletries he had picked up while out earlier. One last glance of gratitude was tossed Levi’s way, his white teeth clearly standing out in the dim light, before Remi scurried off to the bathroom. Once the door was shut behind him, it only took one of his huge hands to wipe the condensation off of the mirror, and the image staring back at him made the wolf cringe a little. He had nearly black stains from both corners of his mouth, the very last remnants of crimson still flecked across his plump lips and clear drag marks from the other’s body like hieroglyphics depicting the greatest hunt. Smirking at himself and his hot mess appearance, the wolf wasted no time squeaking the nob and prepping the water for himself. Once it was as hot as he could physically stand it, Remi slid himself between the curtains, washing and rinsing everything in record time.

Kezzi: Upon seeing that the wolf managed to rescue his lost soldiers from the depth crack of now, their, bed. He smiled happily and clapped his hands. “You’re the best! Thank you it looks wonderful,” appreciating the wolf for all his efforts. The male felt like his bus was more than just a place he could stay, it felt like a home with someone else, especially someone so special like Remi. “Enjoy your shower!” He said genuinely, leaning into the other’s affections before rocketing himself onto the now put together bed and snuggling tight to his black bat squish, Aldous. He turned to realize the tv was on and playing some animated show he had never seen. His eyes gazing upon the screen and finding himself stuck as the other took his shower. His head still swirling, and now with warm clean skin, it was like he could feel himself melt into the mattress under him. Time seemed to slow, actually, it more or less stopped existing. He was stuck there, just lost in the show, but not really retaining it. You would think it was maybe just because it was an interesting show, but as the leopard sunk more comfortably he realized the affects of the heroin still hadn't worn off, and he could now feel it taking him prisoner.

Geezie: After a few minutes, Remi emerged from the shower, long black hair all pushed back out of his face and his tanned skin once again free from any dirt or blood. His bright eyes scanned over himself in the mirror, he raised a sharp eyebrow and turned his head from side to side, making sure he didn’t miss anything. “Damn, i clean up good.” He nodded with that stunning smirk. Content in his work, the wolf scooped the stick of deodorant from the bag beside him, and lazily rolled it on, before replacing it and scrounging for the new clothes within. He promptly threw on the soft clothing that hung off of his toned frame in all the right ways, the wifebeater enunciating his strong shoulder and bicep muscles, and he tossed his damp towel over the curtain rod before finally exiting the bathroom. Steam pouring out in the space behind him. Refreshed after his shower, Remi reappeared in the doorway of the now shared bedroom, a soft smile on his face as he was greeted by the warm sight. He still couldn't wrap his brain around how quickly the leopard had become such an important part of his life, and how safe and at home he felt just being in his presence. “How ya feelin?” The wolf’s voice was soft and gentle as he spoke with a kind smile, sitting on the edge of the bed next to the white haired man. Almost like it was a reflex, one warm hand came up to comb his fingers through the white strands that blanketed the pillow under him. “You need me to grab anything for you while I’m up?” Remi turned his head ever so slightly to face the leopard, his smile inviting and endearing.

Kezzi: Levi’s eyes scanned and studied the colors, the lines and the depth to the animations dancing in front of him. Thinking a little too deeply about how every last detail, someone had to draw…fascinating. It was when the wolf brought a hand to his hair and voice rang in his ears that he snapped back into reality. His head leaned comfortingly into the gentle but large hand. “I feel really good…” answering him honestly as his eyes closed, just feeling the gentle warmth coming off the other’s palm. “I’d feel better if you came to lay with me though..” his blue eyes fluttered open, looking up at him now with a toothy grin, his body adjusting slightly to make the perfect space for the wolf to slide in easily. His eyes now visibly looking the other up and down, all clean and shiny…he almost wanted to make a mess again, but his muscles simply wouldn’t allow it. They did allow him to out stretch his arms in a grabby fashion to beckon the other fourth though. Levi was in pure bliss, finally having that feeling of wholeness every time he was near the man. He knew it wasn’t just the drugs either, because even sober all he could do was think about the next adventure, how he can help, the journey they would have…he started to think about his siblings and how much he missed them. Maybe Remi could help him get them back now that they were all adults…it definitely swirled around his many cycling thoughts.

Geezie: The smile that took over the wolf’s face forced his eyes closed, and he hummed softly in the back of his throat. “I’m so glad you’re enjoying yourself, cutie.” He breathed softly, leaning down to place another kiss on Levi’s cheekbone as if it was already becoming second nature. “Well, who would I be to deny you that simple comfort?” As the other made room for his large frame in the rather smallish bed, he couldn’t stop the smile that only got bigger as Levi’s arms grabbed for him sleepily. Remi slowly lifted the corner of the blanket that cocooned around the leopard and slid in next to him, one strong arm under the cat and around his shoulders, inviting the leopard to put his head on his toned chest. Once he had gotten situated in the soft bed with the other tangled around him, Remi couldn’t shake the distraction that seemed to plague the tired man in his arms. His his own anxiety reared it’s face in response. His fingers absentmindedly returned to the soft white threads that now fell over his own shoulder, combing through them and gently scratching Levi’s scalp as he finally exhaled. “What’cha thinkin about?” The wolf questioned cautiously, before finishing a little too quickly with, “You seem lost in thought. You okay?” He didn’t want to pry anything from the leopard, but Remi couldn’t help the anxiety of the possibility that Levi may be regretting some part of their current arrangement. The other hand that wasn’t around the smaller man’s shoulders came to rest on top of the freckled hand that was draped over his chest, giving it a very small squeeze before gently rubbing the pad of his thumb across the soft skin.

Kezzi: Quickly adjusting into the other’s body, molding together like perfect puzzle pieces. He snuggled his head comfortably and started to trace light patterns along the man’s top. He did this for a while, before hearing Remi ask him another question, he contemplated how he wanted to get it off his chest…but in true typical open book fashion he just let it out “….when I was little, I had two siblings….and when I was 8 the government took them from us…right now I feel so happy, truly almost complete,” he took a deep inhale in, then a slow exhale out. He could feel the emotions building, his eyes swelling as he pictured their happy childish faces. “But I think of them…and I wonder where they are …and with the money we made, I think I might actually be able to find them…I guess truly I was wondering….” Levi leaned his head up just enough to make eye contact, sincere ocean blues were on that of curious, slightly anxious emerald greens. “If you’d…be willing to do that with me?” He braced himself for possible rejection towards the idea. It would be more mouths to feed and bodies to house…but maybe they could afford another bus? There were many solutions buzzing in his head but none of which he could truly act on. Unless he had the permission and support of, well, Remi. His new, person? Truly he didn’t know what they were at this moment. They did just have a sexual encounter that wasn’t monetized …friends with benefits maybe? Levi wasn't sure, but he didn’t want to poke and prod the situation. He was happy to have whatever this was as long as he belonged by Remi’s side.

Geezie: Seconds felt like hours to the wolf, his heartbeat ringing loudly in his ears as he held his breath, waiting for a crushing blow from the smaller man. But when he was faced with such a simple, easy decision, all the air came rushing out of his lungs at once. Making a sharp, disorientating sound that even caught him off guard. Relief washed over him, his muscles relaxing almost instantly, and he was finally able to meet the leopard's concerned eyes that stared up at him innocently. The pure relief the wolf felt from simply not being told to leave would have had him agree to almost anything, and he didn’t even register how close to his own memories Levi was hitting. With a swift nod, Remi’s grip around the cat tightened slightly, the blood crashing in his ears rhythmically slowing before stopping as his heart rate decreased. “Of course.. I’d follow you to the ends of the earth..” The wolf’s words were gentle, and endearing, and now there was just an overall protective energy radiating around him. The corners of his mouth were tugged up in a more-awkward-than-usual smirk, already making fun of himself in his head before he spoke. “Just.. don’t make me leave..” the chuckle he emitted afterward was flat and lifeless. Remi knew how sad it was to already deeply fear losing someone he had only just met less than a week ago, but even the thought made his stomach turn and his anxiety skyrocket. Trying to recover from such an awkward response, the cogs slowly…… oh so fucking slowly…. began to turn in the wolf’s head, like his brain finally had enough time to catch up to the information he was fed earlier. With one sharp eyebrow arched, the wolf finally asked, “Wait.. you said you’re looking for your siblings?…” Suddenly, without warning, the sweet smell of his sister's perfume she had been wearing the night she had gone to that party wafted into his sensitive nose, and he was left speechless for a second as he was overcome with some of the emotion he continued to shove far down within him. The wolf’s body completely still for a few moments before he seemed to reset. “Not sure if I should be relieved, or spooked over that coincidence..” He finally breathed, still desperately trying to sort through the information he had about Meeko to somehow match it to a detail Levi was giving him, and if there was any way his own sister could be involved too, somehow. He didn’t know how or why, but the connection he felt with the leopard was like nothing he’d ever felt before. Not just on an emotional level, but even he couldn’t try to deny the electricity that shot through him at the slightest touches, and why the burning hot fire of rage that normally fueled Remington was but embers with Levi around him. Something was different, and maybe that was the connection he was looking for?

Kezzi: /Id follow you to the ends of the earth/ the words rang through his ears, and they comforted him, holding his broken heart back into one. He felt so full his face turned up into a genuine smile. “Good…cause same…” biting his lower lip a bit before burying his face into the other’s chest to hide the fact he was feeling pretty goofy happy. However, he did take a sharp turn again to look back at the man. “Leave?? Never! I’ve become accustomed to a certain standard of living now…aka you,” his eyes shined as he spoke to the other with confident vulnerability. His arms wrapping around him now in a tight squeeze, a reassuring embrace. It didn’t take long for him to feel the man relax under him, and eventually speak, but it only left the leopard confused. What did he mean coincidence? His brow cocked and he asked curiously now, “What do you mean?” His voice light, inquisitive as he traced the other’s face for any sort of clue. Did Remi also have siblings that were taken away? He did mention having a sister earlier in the day, Possibly…that’s the only thing that would make any sense to him. However, without jumping to conclusions he just simply waited for the wolf to elaborate.

Geezie: Watching the leopard completely light up at such easy, true words made his heart swell, and he just couldn’t take his eyes off of him. His adorable freckled face scrunched up with the force of the giddy smile, a bright pink dusting his cheeks, the wolf couldn't stop the smile that overtook his own face. Taking in a very full deep breath through his nose, Remi tried his very best to remove himself from the past situation, and tell it as an unbiased third party, despite the topic bringing up very real memories that seemed so far off.. It was undeniably crazy that it had been two weeks without the only person in his family that didn’t deserve their alleged untimely death, and he wasn’t any closer than he had been. Normally, he wouldn't even think about opening up about something so personal to him to a stranger, but at this point, Levi was way more than that. When Remi finally found the words to speak, he was slow; deliberate, as if he was preparing himself with his emerald eyes locked on the blank space between them. “Well.. I haaad? Have? As mentioned, A sister named Meeko.. She used to be the only one who could tolerate any time with me.” The same lifeless chuckle fell from his lips sadly. “I haven’t seen her in about two weeks.. She went to a party at some guy's frat house, and I was supposed to make sure she came home okay..” His breath hitched in his throat as he thought of her, and her innocent face, causing him to have to squeeze his eyes shut to rid his mind of the painful memories. “And honestly, it was right before my mother was dismembered in our house while I was gone..” The memory that came back to Remi as he thought of that day, and his mother, but that memory seemed to kick the wolf back to emotionless towards the events, instead of upset. “Kinda explains why you met me the way you did.” The last sentence was mumbled, still for the first time ever, rather ashamed at how he had greeted the leopard before. “Whoever found out about me getting a car from my uncle beat me there, and I found his whole garage trashed when I stopped by to get out of town asap..” His neon eyes slowly panned up to be able to read the look on the leopard's face, although he assumed he would be pitied, like everyone else seemed to.

Kezzi: Levi couldn’t help but sometimes notice how the joy on his face was contagious to Remi. His face always seeming to light up, the lines of stress would turn to that of happiness and it’s all he wanted for the both of them at this point. The moment Remi started to open up Levi’s face shifted softly, to that of someone who was very intently listening. He began to subconsciously rub the large man’s chest as he spoke. Tenderly he brushed a few strands of black hair away from the now seemingly emotionless man. “I’m so glad the universe brought you to me….” He whispered once the man finished speaking. “You have suffered a lot, and it also sounds like you don’t have any support…but!” He smiled gently now at the wolf touching his hand to the man’s cheek. “You have me now, and…we can help each other build back a family network..we both deserve it! But…thank you for sharing that with me, it must have been really hard to be vulnerable like that…I feel honored that you trust me,” nodding with confidence before his hand reached down, taking the larger’s and then bringing it up to his lips and kissing it softly. “We will find our siblings! I know if Meeko is your sister, she’s strong…we will find her…” reassuring the wolf with sparkling ceruleans, he didn't want to bring too much attention to the other's trauma. Risking it may send him spiraling while intoxicated, so Levi handled the following with love, and care. With reassurance and support.

Geezie: Remi was silent, completely dumbstruck by the leopard after every response. Where did this man even come from? Was there another planet that also contained shifters that were all as perfect, and compassionate as Levi? Because until now, the wolf had never met one. Emotions running high, Remi cleared his throat quickly as more of habit than the need, a dark blush, an interesting change on the man’s tanned cheeks as he tried to recover from the other’s kind words. Although he could only trip over his own syllables, stammering clumsily as his cheeks only got a darker shade of pink the more and more awkward he got. Once the soft cool flesh of the other’s hand brushed across his cheek, Remi’s body quite literally melted into it and quieted him and his anxiety slowly, before he was finally able to collect himself enough to put his thoughts back together. “Y’know Levi.. You are honestly the most perfect person I’ve ever met..” The twinkling in his eyes was nearly disorienting from the brightness, but a warm smile tugged the corners of his mouth. The wolf’s usually limited emotional ram was peaking, his emerald orbs now silently filling to the brims with tears. Remi had never even had his own mother run her fingers through his hair, or even just say that single word in an endearing, inclusive way… Family.. it was something that just always seemed so far away from the wolf.. But here he was, unable to tear his eyes away from Levi now.

Kezzi: Levi blushed brightly once more and buried his face back into the wolf’s chest with a smile wrapped around his face. “I wouldn’t say perfect…but from you? That means everything…” he mumbled gently into the wolf’s chest. He yawned softly before shaking his head back and forth. “We’re gonna find them…I know it…” he muttered once more before silence fell over him, unable to fight back the urge as his body slowly shut down. Between everything that happened today alone on top of the heroin slowly escaping him, his entire soul just felt tired. His chest slowing down as his breaths became deeper, his arms still wrapped tightly around Remi, his legs now as well, feeling content…safe…connected. Everything was going to be sorted and he was going to finally have a family again. Not that a family with just Remi, wasn’t enough, but if their siblings were out there…it was up to them to reunite them. Levi was more motivated than ever, he couldn’t wait to see them…Erin…Connor…he missed them everyday, thinking of them in everything he saw. Meeting Meeko, someone so close to Remi, feeling honored to share this journey together even. As the leopard drifted into sleep his fingers tightened their grip on the man below, almost afraid he’d float away while he was asleep.

The morning light shined through the colorful tapestries strewn about the bus windows. Levi’s face tickled as he could feel the rays against his lidded eyes. He became somewhat conscious, eyes still closed. Then he felt it. The sweating, the pounding in his head, and suddenly he felt incredibly nauseous…Levi slowly sat up, before it felt like a hurricane hit him, he quickly clasped a hand over his mouth, and with lightening speed and smooth reflexes, untangled from Remi. The cat hopped out of bed and tossed himself onto the bathroom floor, throwing up rather violently in the toilet. The leopard groaned softly, feeling worse than he’s ever felt in a long time.

To Be Continued…

Go to https://the kinky leopard.tumblr.com/tagged/canon for parts 1-4

#remixlevi #oc #original character #writer #fic writer #smut #roleplay transcript #roleplay #canon #RemixLevi Lore

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skippysartq · 2 years

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UshiTen fics I recommend 2

Some content you will find in the fics I recommend; have ships I don't ship, ship-in-laws. Homophobia, suicide, self harm, drug use and, Sexual content, deaths and violence.

But it's not always like that. I will give content warnings for respective fics. Mostly AO3 and WATTPAD.

Name/Title: The language of belonging

Author: oaseas

Platform: AO3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/33214039

Content Warning: Fluff, Mutual pining, post time-skip.

Other Information: God this was so fluffy.

Name/Title: Between a promise and a kiss

Author: Casatra_Fey

Platform: AO3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/33232807

Content Warning: Fluff and Angst

Other Information: Fantasy AU, more of a short story, Don't do deals with a Fae, it'll steal ya heart.

Name/Title: Sunshine Soothes and Moonlight Burns

Author: BTS2016dia

Platform: AO3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/28732014/chapters/70448061

Content Warning: Eventual Smut, light angst, and Fluff.

Other Information: Friends to lovers. Set in High school, Most of Shiratorizawa is here.

Aggressive Ushi, eventually getting together. Ushi is bad at feelings, Ushi is oblivious, Pining Tendou. Amani (Tanaka's old friend) goes to Shiratorizawa for some reason.

Okay technically it's not underaged because they are like 18, but I could see how some would think it is because they are still in school.

Age of consent here in my country is 16, as long as the parties involved are both (or more) under 18.

Name/Title: Sugar

Author: lesbokuto

Platform: AO3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/31091540/chapters/76816835

Content Warning: Graphic depictions of violence, Major character death, use of drugs and alcohol, fluff and angst, smut, sad ending, OD - Over dosing, suicide.

Other Information: LET'S GO LESBIANS!! AND STRIPERS.

Gender Bent - all of them Lesbians. Striper/exotic dancer AU, Bokuaka, KageHina, IwaOi, Paramedic Ushi.

Not complete

Bruh only 5 days!! (You'll understand if you read)

A trans character, unexpected of who it is.

Name/Title: Crimson - Ushiten

Author: grxng0

Platform: AO3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/33197149/chapters/82420918

Content Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Fluff/Angst

Other Information: Underaged drinking. Tendou is a bit of an asshole. And well you'll see my comments on it if you do end up reading.

Name/Title: Under the LED Lights

Author: messaesthetic (same as AO3)

Platform: AO3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/26155657/chapters/63638491

Wattpad - https://www.wattpad.com/story/237394051-under-the-led-lights-ushiten

Content Warning: from the author [18+ as the younger readers might not enjoy the type of writing I use. The story might be too profound to comprehend or be interesting for younger readers.]

[⚠️ WARNING: The story will contain LSD & hidden mention of suicide. These subjects can be triggering to some people. ]

Other Information: Okay sheesh this was a fucking roller-coaster.

If you couldn't tell for the Authors warning this has Drug use, mentions of Suicide and Homophobia.

Acid trip of emotions honestly. When Tendou realised... I think that was the most I cried so quickly, my lips never quiver like that.

Name/Title: Welcome to Cherry Cafe

Author: Animefanfics05

Platform: Novel HD - https://novelhd.com/truyen/269187164/

Content Warning:

Other Information: So this is a new site. Ushi starts out creepy.

(And I never finished, And with work and dealing with my gf moving in with me... I haven't had time to draw, read or write. And I am leaving Tumblr)

Name/Title: Did you know that blood works pretty well as lube?

Author: AceAge3

Platform: AO3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/31885939

Content Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Sexual content (Duh have you seen the title). Torture, Murder, Blood and Violence

Other Information: Yakuza AU Tendou is badass in this. Blood Kink.

TBH This fic got me into the rabbit whole exploring, strange kinks through fics.

#ushiten #haikyuu #haikyuu ships #hq tendou #tendou satori #hq ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi #ushiten fanfic #fic recommendation #fanfiction #hq fanfic #ao3 fanfic #wattpad story #novel hd #genderbend #gender bender #yakuza au

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Why Does My Cat Knead Me ? Understanding the Feline Behavior

Cats are known for their enigmatic and often perplexing behaviors. One such behavior that many cat owners have observed is kneading. This rhythmic pressing and releasing of the paws against a surface, such as your lap or a soft blanket, can be both endearing and puzzling. So, why does your cat knead you? Let's explore some of the reasons behind this feline behavior.

Instinctual Behavior

Cats are natural-born kneaders. As kittens, they knead their mother's belly to stimulate milk flow while nursing. This instinct is deeply ingrained in them and often carries over into their adult lives. When your cat kneads you, it could be a remnant of this comforting behavior from kittenhood. It's a reminder of the bond between a mother cat and her offspring, and your cat may associate it with feelings of security and contentment.

Marking Territory

Another reason behind your cat's kneading behavior is the instinct to mark its territory. Cats have scent glands in their paw pads, and when they knead, they release pheromones that are unique to them. This action can be a way for your cat to claim you as its own and create a sense of familiarity in its environment. So, when your furry friend kneads you, it's engaging in a form of communication through scent marking.

Relaxation and Comfort

Kneading is also a means for cats to relax and find comfort. The rhythmic motion of pressing and releasing their paws against a soft surface, such as your body, can be soothing for them. It's akin to a form of self-soothing for cats, and it often indicates that your cat is feeling content and at ease in your presence. In many cases, cats may purr while kneading, further expressing their relaxation and happiness.

Stress Relief

Interestingly, kneading can also serve as a stress-relieving behavior for cats. When they feel anxious or tense, the act of kneading may help them alleviate stress and anxiety. It's a way for them to self-soothe and cope with emotions that may be overwhelming for them. So, if your cat is going through a period of change or experiencing anxiety, you may notice an increase in kneading behavior as a way for them to cope with their emotions.

Health Considerations

While kneading is generally a harmless and natural behavior, it's essential to keep an eye on your cat's kneading habits. Occasionally, excessive kneading or aggressive kneading with claws extended can lead to skin irritation for the person or surface being kneaded. Additionally, if your cat suddenly starts kneading excessively or if there are noticeable changes in their behavior, it may be worth consulting a veterinarian to rule out any underlying health issues or discomfort.

Encouraging and Managing Kneading

If you enjoy your cat's kneading behavior and view it as a sign of affection and comfort, providing them with soft blankets, cushions, or even a plush cat bed can give them an appropriate outlet for this instinctual behavior. You can also gently redirect their kneading to a more suitable surface if you find it uncomfortable or if it's causing any skin irritation. Additionally, incorporating regular play and interactive sessions with your cat can help them release excess energy and reduce the frequency of kneading as a stress-relief mechanism.

Frequently Asked Questions For Why Does My Cat Knead Me: Understanding The Feline Behavior

Why Does My Cat Knead Me? Kneading is a natural behavior in cats. It stems from their kittenhood when they would knead their mother's mammary glands to stimulate milk flow. When your cat kneads you, it's a sign of comfort and contentment. What Does It Mean When A Cat Kneads You? When a cat kneads you, it's a sign of trust and affection. It's their way of showing that they feel safe and bonded with you. Enjoy the gentle massage and consider it a compliment! Is It Normal For Cats To Knead? Yes, it's completely normal for cats to knead. It's an instinctual behavior that is often seen in kittens, but many adult cats continue to knead throughout their lives. It's a sign of happiness and relaxation. Can I Stop My Cat From Kneading Me? While you can't stop your cat from kneading, you can redirect their behavior. Offer them a soft blanket or a plush toy to knead instead. This way, they can still enjoy the kneading motion without scratching you unintentionally.

Conclusion

In conclusion, your cat's kneading behavior is a multifaceted and instinctual display of comfort, affection, and communication. Whether it's a reminder of their early bond with their mother, a way to claim territory, a form of stress relief, or a means of finding relaxation and comfort, kneading is deeply ingrained in your cat's instincts and behaviors. Understanding and appreciating their kneading is another way to strengthen the unique bond you share with your feline companion. Read the full article

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1-10 !!! <3333

I always get flustered when answering questions about me and Eddie because I write so much Reader/Eddie content so thank you for letting me be self indulgent, anon <3

nose kisses or forehead kisses? Forehead kisses! Neither of us really think about it, we'll just absently lean over and give the other a forehead kiss.

neck kisses or thigh kisses? I have VERY sensitive thighs

heavy, hot, and passionate kisses or soft, sweet, and tender kisses? A combination of both, but I tend to go for softer kisses and he goes more aggressive

spooning or one person laying their head on the other’s chest? Both tbh. We both move around a lot so we'll end up swapping positions when cuddling a lot. We both take turns being the little spoon

hugs from behind or hugs from the front? Hugs from he front! I like being pulled to his chest

“pancake” or “waffle” hand-holding? Waffle until his rings dig into my hand too much lol

romantic dinners at fancy restaurants or take out dinners on the couch? Take out dinner for sure, it's easier and we feel more at ease when we can hang out and watch movies. Maybe once a year we'll try some place slightly nicer though.

constantly bragging about dating each other or keeping the relationship relatively secretive? Oh, I'm always bragging about Eddie tbh. The second someone brings up 'the freak' or 'that Munson boy' I'm immediately talking about how he's my boyfriend and how great he is. Ain't no one talking shit about him on my watch.

playing with each others’ hair or giving each other back massages? I can and will and have spent hours playing with his hair and scratching his scalp because apparently I am a cat and find scratching soothing. He's fallen asleep like that more than once.

constantly saying “i love you” or only say “i love you” during really serious/romantic moments? I will say 'I love you' a million times a day first and he'll say it back. He'll say it first during more serious moments.

#nacht ask #anon #eddie #no for real thank you for letting me be self indulgent with my own self ship with Eddie

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badbacksadsack · 1 year

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when I am emotionally activated, I feel a tightness above my heart, maybe my throat box, it tightens but I can still breathe, I feels heavy, my body feels heavier especially my arms and I can feel warm or nervous/shaky. I usually sense an urge to distract myself. That physical sensation is real, the thought is not and the feeling attached to the thought is overwhelming but temporary. I have to resist the urge to do anything rash or hasty, say something that might hurt someone's feelings, sending a risky text, calling samaritans and venting about my day and not giving any emotional support in return. I feel the strong sense to share how I'm feeling however it's not soft and safe language or thoughts just sharp images of poisonous arrows, daggers of insults, toxic shame instead of adult responsibility and accountability. I want to share because it feels like a temporary let off of steam but in the long term all it does is kick the can of learning how to cope and self soothe alone further down the road where I'll eventually encounter it. I've also been dealing with more physical sensations when stressed, threatened or triggered that feel sexual in nature like I should masturbate to let off steam but it never feels healthy, it definitely feels rooted in sexual trauma, I don't feel safe to be intimate with other people and often times I think I am sex repulsed, exhausted by my mental health and shameful or guilty about it due to my repressed cultural upbringing. I would say I am pansexual however I have noticed that by spending so much time alone, I am fetishizing the traits of cis, trans, non binary, men, women that I learnt about only in an objective biological quite archaic spectator-y way. Like I am attracted to certain attributes regardless of the gender of the person they are on, however through the over consumption of popular content, eg social media, pornographic or even just the over sexualised trope of black women in the media followed by so many micro aggressions and times I didn't advocate for self, coupled with several harmful "relationships" and incidents regarding cis men specifically, I have grown to be quite avoidant and fearful of people. To satisfy my sexual needs in a lights off, when nobody's around for an uncomfortably short self satisfaction away from the judging eyes of people who don't know how to love me feels unsustainable and I have been missing out on almost 27 years of letting go and believing that things will get better. I want to believe there is a person out there that can learn to work with me and my particular body rather than against me. I want to open up but the problem is where?

#depresso #depression #depressed #low self esteem #self deprecation #loner #lonely #ptsd #actually ptsd #cptsd #dysphoria #executive dysfunction #mentally unstable

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rinkrats · 3 years

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#oh my god it's even worse in motion #we get it shohei #you're hot #aggressively self-soothing with content for Me :')#shohei ohtani #los angeles angels #baseball #not hockey #(a tag i'll be using... a lot.....)

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noteguk · 3 years

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bad behavior | jjk | m

This is in the same universe as “bad influence.” It can, however, be read as a stand-alone.

— summary; in which staying late to volunteer at a self-help meeting was the best decision you made in a while.

— contents and warnings; smut, the endless adventures of badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, public sex (in a church…), dirty talk, fingering, degradation (name calling) but also praise, unprotected sex, clothed sex, creampie, cum play, there is a window and also reflections, rough sex, cockwarming, jk being a lil shit because that’s his main personality trait, jk smokes (only mentioned), enemies to fuckbuddies: dawn of the first day

— words; 8.2k

— author’s note; for the anon that asked how their first time was like ;) join me as we explore the lore of this godforsaken couple

It was your mother’s idea for you to find a new place to volunteer. According to her, it had been a long time since you experienced “the invigorating energy of community work” — last time was when you were trying to level up your college application — and it could really “soothe your anxious soul” during the trying times of college finals. Apparently one tutoring program and two research projects weren’t enough to distract you, but you could see where she was coming from.

In the end, you accepted. The old places you used to volunteer in had either shut off their programs or were just too far away from college for you to consider. At first, you decided to follow your mother’s suggestion and tried to work with children — “small miracles”, as she called them — in a local daycare. Which ended up being a terrible idea.

You liked giving back to the community, you really did, but it wasn’t long until you realized that working with infants hasn’t been your wisest decision, and that children weren’t miracles at all. You got tired of going home covered in paint and with pieces of playdough entangled in your hair, and that was when you weren’t unlucky enough to get hit with other, less clean fluids.

So you eventually gave up — both on the daycare and on the faint idea of one day going into pediatrics — and searched for a new place. After having to yell your way through retirement homes, and getting fed up with washing people’s sidewalks, you finally settled in a program that was flexible and light enough for your intense college hours: preparing (and then later cleaning up) a room that was reserved in a local church for weekly meetings.

The entire ordeal took about two to three hours off your day, and more than half of it was spent as free time: waiting for the meeting to end, cramming piles of information in a small room next door. You didn’t really know what the meetings were about since they changed practically every month — they were, at first, a support group for teenage mothers, then it became an AA meeting, then a group for drug users trying to quit. Lately, you were starting to think that the church just gave away the room for whoever had the money to rent it, so it wasn’t a surprise when it was reserved for a motivational speaker to give confidence lessons.

You had researched the guy, some old dude with an unpronounceable name and a sketchy background, and found exactly the type of person you had expected. Yes, you were in the house of Christ, but you were still being heavily judgmental of the fact that he was giving those talks when he had no qualifications whatsoever, and was probably making bank off all the self-help books he regurgitated at least twice a year to prey on vulnerable people. You did share your worries with the administrative office of the church, but they ultimately fell on deaf ears, and you gave up on the idea of kicking his ass out of the holy grounds anytime soon.

It was after one of those pseudo-motivational talks that you walked into the empty room, ready to clean everything up before rushing back to your place, where your roommate had promised to greet you with some wonderful takeout. The chairs were still placed in a circle on the center of the room, where they had been since forever, and you made sure to align them perfectly before you moved on to the litter that had been thrown around the place.

One good thing about those self-help meetings was that they were a lot cleaner than a lot of other attendees, so the “picking up the trash until your back started to hurt” part passed by surprisingly fast. You had just moved on to the snack table, analyzing what you could still save, when your soul almost left your body.

“Hey, you,” you heard a known voice behind you. “What are you doing in here?”

You swiftly turned around, heart thumping violently against your ribcage. You didn’t know how you hadn’t let out the biggest, most blood-curdling scream ever, but that was just the first of many miracles of the night. “Jesus Christ,” you wheezed out, taking one hand to your chest. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people like this.” You swallowed dry, some part of your brain recalling that he had asked you a question. “And I’m volunteering here.”

“I didn’t sneak up on you, you’re just jumpy.” Jungkook scoffed, leaning against the doorframe with that stupid playful smirk curling up on his lips. You didn’t know they allowed demons inside the church. “And of course you are.” He rolled his eyes.

Maybe a few months back, his mocking tone would’ve stung a bit more. However, you had been tutoring Jungkook for about three months then, suffering through endless sessions of his whining and complaining, and you’ve grown used to his passive-aggressive antics already. You learned that Jungkook was a shark seeking for blood, waiting for any crack that would allow him to jump into a perverse little joke — about how you behaved, your priorities, or even the color of your highlighter. You, of course, always stood your ground and threw his comments right back at him — which was his initial plan, as you’ve come to realize. Jungkook enjoyed playfully arguing with you, and you thought that it was another level of strangeness and masochism you simply didn’t have time to dissect.

Still, Jungkook (shockingly) wasn’t the terrible person you once thought he was. Every once in a while — when he was trying to talk you out of teaching him — the conversations you two would have were actually mostly pleasant, and he wasn’t awful to hang around when he dropped the whole badass persona to act like a real human being. You would even dare to say that Jungkook could be actually funny at times, and not in the bitter, sarcastic way he usually was. Sometimes, you dared to think, he could actually be reasonably nice. And also kind of cute. Even hot.

But you would never actually admit any of that out loud. Or even to yourself, really.

“And you?” You asked, turning back around to face the table full of half-eaten food. That looked like a battlefield, and you could already tell that there were only a few survivors left standing. “What are you doing here? Repenting?”

Jungkook chuckled dryly. “You wish. My parents want me to quit smoking,” he said. You could not see him, but you could hear him walking closer to you as you fumbled with the large Tupperware. “We settled on this crap instead of a forced intervention.”

You scoffed. Most of the food before you was unsalvageable — some of the cupcakes had been bitten once and then placed back, and you wondered how someone like that could function in society. “You don’t seem very motivated to quit,” you mumbled.

Jungkook clicked his tongue. “I don’t really care.”

His voice was much closer to you, and you felt the air leaving your lungs for a pitiful instant. You convinced yourself you had only gotten scared again. “You should care about the growing possibility of lung cancer.”

He shrugged. “Maybe. But it’s not really on the top of my list of priorities at the moment.”

“And what is?” You asked.

“Amongst other things…” he trailed off and, suddenly, he was standing besides you, pointing at the chaotic pile of sweets. “I actually came back to grab another one of those cupcakes. The chocolate ones are great.”

You didn’t know why, but his comment broke the odd tension that you didn’t even know that was there, clicking you back into your previous mentality — the one that you just wanted to finish cleaning up so you could leave soon. “All yours,” you told him, “grab as many as you want.”

Jungkook hummed in satisfaction, reaching out to grab one special brown cupcake — an untouched one, thankfully. “I love when you talk dirty.” He almost moaned before shoving the cupcake inside his mouth, taking a huge bite off it. Dramatically, Jungkook rolled his eyes and sighed in delight. “These are fucking great.”

You chuckled, glancing at his direction. Jungkook was dressed in all black, like he usually was, and you were starting to recognize a newfound admiration towards his constant use of leather jackets. What? He looked good. “I’m glad the self-help sessions are paying off,” you commented, swiftly placing the cupcakes inside the transparent container.

Jungkook was paying attention to your actions now, like he noticed you were there working for the first time. “What are you doing with the rest?”

“The church will probably donate it, give it to the homeless or something.” You shrugged. “Or they’ll eat it, I don’t know. I just clean up the place and leave.”

Jungkook laughed at that, taking another monstrous bite from his cupcake and throwing himself on one of the nearby chairs. Your eye twitched a little at the thought that he had ruined your perfect circle, but you’d have to fix that on your way out. “Sounds absurdly boring,” he sang. “And they’re not even paying you.”

You sighed. “After all the places I’ve volunteered in, boring is a blessing,” you told him. You had just placed five hot dogs in the container, and you were starting to wonder if it would be a good idea to feed people in need with those suspicious sausages. “But, yeah, you probably don’t care about any of that.”

“You don’t know what I care about,” Jungkook said matter-of-factly. You didn’t know if he was trying to tease you, but his voice came out so soft and monotone that you couldn’t really be mad about it. It was true, after all: you didn’t actually know what he cared about. Sometimes you thought that he could read you better than you could read him. “Want me to stay here with you? This place is probably empty already.”

You could not hold back your laugh at that, turning around so you could look at him. “Are you offering to be my bodyguard? In a church?”

Jungkook pouted. There was a thin line of chocolate on the side of his lips, which he quickly licked clean. “I’m trying to be nice.”

You giggled, turning back towards the disgusting food. The rest was mostly trash, but you were happy enough with the amount you had managed to find in a good state. “That’s new.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked. “I’m always nice.”

“Always is a strong word.” You smiled, closing the lid of the Tupperware. You had managed to fill three small containers with the leftovers and, honestly, that was a big victory. “But you can stay or you can leave, I don’t mind. I’m almost done anyways.”

He frowned. “Is that your answer?”

You turned around. “What? You want me to beg for your company?” You smiled. “You’re mistaken if you think I’d ever do that.”

“I’m staying.” Jungkook crumpled up the piece of cupcake wrapping and threw it in the trash can besides your body. He watched you for a moment as you started to throw the leftovers away, your back turned to him and a distracted look on your face. When he broke the silence again, you were throwing the last piece of bread in the bin. “Why are you volunteering?”

“Because I like giving back to the community.”

Jungkook sneered at your words. “Seriously now. Don’t lie, we’re in a church.”

“I do, actually,” you stood your ground. There was a vague sound of crickets coming from the half-open window and the low buzzing of the fluorescent lights above you, but, other than that, the city was covered in absolute silence. Perhaps that was why you felt so at peace. “But my mom told me it would be a good thing to keep myself relaxed. You know, take my mind off college stuff.”

He hummed, and you heard him getting up from the chair. “You always do what your mom tells you?”

You met his gaze. “Didn’t your parents make you come here?”

He smiled. “Not the point.”

Before you could hold yourself back, your lips were curling up. Again: Jungkook wasn’t absolutely awful to be around when he actually acted like a human being. “When she says something I agree with, yes,” you told him. “My ego isn’t bruised when it comes to following someone’s idea.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re saying that mine is?”

“I didn’t say that.” You smirked and turned back to the table. You started piling up the used plastic cups, already eyeing all the used plates, forks and knives that you’d have to throw away. The daycare had better eating manners than that. “Thought we were talking about me.”

“We were,” Jungkook agreed. One of his inked hands moved to the table, and you were about to tell him that he could eat more of the cupcakes when you realized that he had started to reach for the discardable plates, throwing them away. You really didn’t think he’d help you. “Finals are coming up, though, and you care about that shit. Shouldn’t you be using this time to study or something?”

“I study while you’re out here listening to becoming your real self or, I don’t know... waking up the giant within,” you said. “I’m fine, don’t worry about it.”

He hummed, his nose cringing up at the disgusting remains of food that stuck to the plastic forks. Jungkook seriously didn’t know how you could do that for fun. “You know there are better ways to relax than cleaning up a dusty room, right?”

“Probably,” you agreed. The cups were already in the trash, alongside with the plates, and there were only a few crumpled up napkins to get rid of before you tasted the sweet nectar of freedom. “But here I am. That’s what I chose for myself.”

“Literally any other option would’ve been better,” Jungkook pressed on. “Isn’t that obnoxious friend of yours in cheer or something?”

“Who? Jisoo?” You smiled at him. No one had ever called her obnoxious, but you couldn’t say that the title didn’t fit. Jisoo could be really… intense when it came to standing up for what she believed in. “She is. She invited me to join her already, if that’s what you’re gonna ask, but it’s not really my thing.”

“It’s a shame,” he mumbled, leaning against the table. It was a beautiful miracle how clean that room had become just by getting rid of the piles of gross food, and you had proudly thrown the last piece of paper inside the trash bin when Jungkook spoke up again. “You’d look really hot in that outfit.”

You stopped in your tracks, taking a second to digest the claim he had so mindlessly thrown your way. Just like all-things-Jungkook, a pleasant conversation could not last long, so you weren’t even surprised that he managed to ruin that talk with such a fuckboy-esque comment.

Also like all-things-Jungkook, he managed to awaken a reaction out of you that you didn’t even know could be there. With a faint heat in your cheeks and a frown blossoming amongst your features, you actually felt a little bit of... satisfaction with the fact that he thought that you’d look hot in that skimpy outfit. At the same time, you wanted to slap yourself for falling into his charms so easily.

In that conflicting turmoil of emotions, all you could say was a monotone, “You cannot be serious right now.”

Even if you kind of wanted him to be serious.

“I’m being dead serious,” Jungkook didn’t back down, much to the elation of your ego. You felt like a schoolgirl being recognized by her crush, and the idea alone made your stomach curl onto itself. What the hell were you even thinking about? Yeah, Jungkook was pretty hot, but he was also kind of a douche and you didn’t want to get involved with that mess of a person. Or at least that was what you were trying to convince yourself of. “I mean…” he continued, “you’re even rocking this knee-level dress right now, can’t even imagine how you’d look if—“

“You can shut up now, Jungkook, thanks,” you interrupted him. Because you didn’t know how to act when he was so blatantly flirting with you, you switched back to the same passive-aggressive behavior that you had given him for the past three months. Call it self-preservation, call it panic, but your mind simply didn’t know where to go from there. “And I’m also done here, so you can skidaddle back to whatever swamp you came out of.”

“Awn, don’t be mean, princess.” He pouted. Jungkook was a master at getting you worked up, and you had just given that to him on a silver platter. Maybe if you had mock-flirted back, he would’ve baked away. You would never know. “I was just fucking with you, you’re too easy to tease.”

You pressed your lips together, hip touching the corner of the now empty table. “You were pretty much harassing me,” you said playfully.

“I was not.” Jungkook smirked, shoving his hands inside the pockets of his pants. When had the two of you gotten so close? There was barely any space between your chests. “But it’s okay, I’m not gonna compliment you anymore, don’t worry. You don’t have to be so defensive.”

“I’m not being defensive,” you said, defensive.

“What, is it the church setting?” He raised his eyebrows, taking a look around. “Is it making you uncomfortable?”

“No,” you answered, crossing your arms before your chest. Jungkook followed the movement and his gaze got stuck on the shape of your breasts for a second too long, making a newfound wave of heat rise up to your cheeks. “Not as much as you’re trying to make me uncomfortable right now.”

He chuckled. “You do look cute when you’re shy,” Jungkook teased, taking a step towards you, and you took another one back, pretending you were just going to lean against the table. You sat on it in a weird diagonal position, with one leg still on the ground and the other dangling over the edge. Jungkook was so close that, when he spoke again, voice just above a whisper, you could feel his breath on your skin. “If you don’t want me here, just ask me to go and I’ll go.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. The atmosphere was filled with electricity, your body drowning in the warmth of his presence, the sharp seriousness in his dark eyes, and you could not bring yourself to say anything. Did you want him to leave?

No, you realized in a rush of adrenaline, you didn’t want him to leave at all.

Jungkook raised one of his eyebrows. “Hm? Nothing?” He smirked, placing himself between your legs. Every nerve of your body was screaming for you to touch him, to just wrap his mouth with yours, and you simply could not respond to any of its commands. “You’re full of surprises.”

You found your voice at that comment, heart hammering against your chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re a smart girl, you can figure it out.” Jungkook placed one strand of your hair behind your ear, his gaze flickering down to your chest. From where he stood, he could see the beautiful mounds of your breasts peeking under the fabric, licking his lips at the sight. “Can I at least say that I like your dress?”

Jungkook’s palm slithered up your knee before you could even react, moving towards your inner thigh and raising your dress along with it. His touch was electrifying, and you found yourself craving more of it, a sigh caught on your throat at the tenderness of his hot skin.

“Something tells me that your compliment isn’t so innocent,” you told him, leaning your head back slightly so you could hold his gaze. “Aren’t you gonna complete that and say that I would look better without it?”

Jungkook chuckled. “The idea is compelling, I’ll admit it,” he said, rubbing soft circles on your skin. His other hand slithered around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “But don’t need to take it off to fuck you.”

Your eyes grew wide at that, brain short-circuiting. You frankly couldn’t believe that was happening — the fact that Jungkook was so shamelessly trying (and honestly succeeding) to initiate sex with you. In a fucking church too, of all places. “What- what did you say?”

“You heard what I said.” His stare didn’t falter. Jungkook was looking at you like he could eat you whole, and you seriously wouldn’t mind if he tried to. You'd deal with the social and psychological implications of that another time. “Just tell me to stop and I’ll do it, princess. No hard feelings, promise.”

This time, you spoke out and the firmness and certainty in your voice surprised even yourself. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“No?” His voice sounded like honey, so deep and melodic even through the thick layers of his sarcasm. You had never heard him get so serious, so focused, and the thought that it was all for you was igniting a fire inside your guts. “You wanna get fucked in a church?”

You bit your lip, blinking up at him. The point was: you wanted Jungkook, of all people, to fuck you. The fact that it was in a church was just the cherry on top, and you didn’t care about it as much as you should — your mom would be weeping blood if she knew what was going on, but you weren’t planning on telling anything to anybody. “And what if I do?” You asked back teasingly.

Jungkook smiled, knocking the breath right out of you. You could only hope that you didn’t look as horny as you felt, because your pride was still on the line. “Told you that you were full of surprises.” He pushed one of your legs open, making you lose your support on the floor. Now, both of your feet were dangling off the edge, body trapped between his strong arms and thighs on either side of him. “Are you a virgin, baby?”

You shook your head, and your voice reached you a bit later. “No.”

“Naughty,” Jungkook said, leaning in. He stared at you like a lion stalking its prey, his gaze lingering on your parted lips before, at last, he tilted his head to the side, deciding to move towards your neck instead. “But if you have the taste I think you do, you probably had some lame missionary sex with some goodie-two shoes.”

When he started kissing your neck, you almost forgot to give him a response. You had to bite your lip to suppress a moan, instead producing a low, shaky sigh. “And if I did? What’s the problem with some lame missionary sex?”

“No need to get mad, I’m on your side here,” Jungkook said, one of his hands navigating up your waist, between the valley of your breasts, before grabbing your boob. That time, you couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped you. “Did he make you cum?”

“Sometimes,” you said, slightly flustered. You didn’t think you’d be discussing your sexual history with Jungkook, but, well, there you were. “He was alright.”

“Only sometimes?” Jungkook chuckled, the vibrations of his deep timbre vibrating through the sensitive skin of your neck, his thumb grazing your nipple. The heat between your legs only grew, your entire body practically begging to feel more of him. “That’s a shame, I could do better.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t start getting cocky.”

“I never stopped being cocky,” he responded without hesitation. Well, he was right. “And I do have a good track record.”

“Doubt it,” you said, the ghost of a smile lingering on your lips. You knew that you were playing a dangerous game, pressing right at the weak spots of his inflated ego to see how he would react. Perhaps you’d be luckier trying to poke a bear with a short stick. “You wouldn’t know the difference between a real and fake orgasm even if it hit you in the face.”

Jungkook leaned back and looked at you for an instant. You knew he had caught onto your challenge straight away. He liked it as much as you did, there was no doubt about that. “Let’s see, shall we?” he asked. There was no denying the devilish aura that was all around him now, suffocating you with its tempting heat. “How long do we have?”

“I’m locking up the room tonight,” you said, watching as his eyes sparked with an emotion you could not decipher. “But I wanna get home before ten. Have homework.”

You could see him fighting against the natural urge to ridicule you for saying something like that at such an odd time, but, at the end, he managed to avoid it. “More than enough time.” Jungkook placed one hand on the back of your neck, gaze darting hungrily toward your lips. “Come here.”

And then his mouth was on yours, and everything else was white noise. Jungkook kissed you much slower than you had anticipated, taking his sweet time caressing your mouth with his; hands exploring the curves of your body and teasing their way underneath your dress. He sighed heavily against your mouth when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss, his soft tongue poking out and entering your mouth perfectly. Jungkook was a good kisser, you had to admit it, and he got your knees weak sooner than you’d like.

His body was hot and firm against yours and you could feel the outline of his abs underneath your fingers as you trailed your hands down his torso; his quick heartbeat drumming on your palms. Jungkook’s breathing got heavier as you hooked your fingers on the hem of his pants and tugged him toward you. Instantly you noticed the outline of his hard cock against your inner thigh.

Then, something switched. Just as you had reached out to touch his hardness, squeezing it lightly underneath your fingers, Jungkook groaned against your mouth and bit down on your lip. You had barely any time to react before he was pulling away from the kiss, gaze darkening.

“Such a tease,” he mumbled hoarsely, his breath hitting your mouth in soft waves. His hand was hovering over your heat, his middle finger pressing down on your sensitive nub, making you whimper. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

Jungkook was much quicker than your thoughts and, within a second, the motion of your panties being pushed aside made you fumble closer to him; your hands holding tightly onto his shoulders when he finally decided to touch you.

“Fuck,” he groaned next to your ear, making your mind go blank for a split second. The teasing motions of his digits brushing your entrance were enough to make you whimper, hips thrusting forward in a failed attempt to make him move further. “Look at this, you’re soaking my fingers. Wanna get fucked that bad?”

But he didn’t let you respond. The sudden intrusion of two fingers inside your pussy made your back arch, nails digging in the leather of his jacket as Jungkook opened you up. “I—” you tried to speak, but it was hard to think when he started pumping his fingers in and out of you. The sounds of your wetness were a filthy symphony filling the quiet atmosphere. “Jungkook, what—”

“God, that’s so tight,” he groaned, speaking through clenched teeth. His voice was enough to shut you up at the spot, a frail moan dripping from your lips. “Relax, baby, you’re too tense. Let me take care of you, alright?”

You nodded, eyes drifting shut as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. You hated to admit it, but Jungkook was already winning against your ex by a long shot: the way his digits brushed inside you, gradually moving apart to stretch you, got you searching — begging — for more. You were sure you could cum around his fingers and, when he curled them up and they dragged against your sweet spot, the idea became a lot more palpable.

“Jungkook, you’re taking too long, I’m gonna cum like this,” you complained, chest rising and falling under the waves of your upcoming orgasm. You could feel it building up in your stomach, ready to snap, and you didn’t want it to happen around his fingers. “I wanna feel you.”

Jungkook breathed out at your needy request, placing a kiss against your jaw. “I’m just getting you ready for my cock, baby,” he said. A loud moan dripped from you when he unceremoniously added a third finger, your legs trembling on either side of his body. “I don’t know if you can take it.”

You scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you said, only half aware of the fact that your voice sounded more like a whimper than a serious comment. “I can.”

He smirked wickedly. You really were pushing his buttons. “We’ll see about that,” Jungkook responded.

Within a second, right as your orgasm was about to wash over you, he removed his fingers from your pussy. The frustrated moan you let out was quickly swollen by him, his mouth rogue against yours and the sweetness of his tongue intoxicating you — probably those stupid cupcakes, you thought.

“Turn around for me,” he asked.

You quickly did as he requested, putting your feet on the ground before turning your back to him, hands leaning on the table. Jungkook placed one hand on the curve of your spine, pushing you down until you had your chest against the surface, ass perked up and pussy in full display for him. There was a gush of cold air against your flesh when he pulled up the fabric of your dress and tossed it over your waist, exposing your lower body for him.

The boy hummed at the sight, one of his legs kicking your feet apart so he could position himself in the middle of your thighs. “You’re pretty all around,” Jungkook commented, one of his palms grazing your asscheek before grabbing it. His motion was harsh, needy; earning a whimper from you. “Knew you would be.”

Through the dense clouds of your desire, there was still some part of you that managed to make fun of that situation. “You spend your free time thinking about my ass?”

“Won’t answer until I have a lawyer present,” he joked.

You felt his fingers hooking around the fabric of your panties, pushing it further to the side so you had your cunt fully exposed for him to see. The drumming of your heartbeat almost drowned out the low groan he produced at the sight of your flushed heat.

“Princess, your pussy is dripping so much…” Jungkook trailed off, one of his fingers tracing a line between your lips. He felt the urge to eat you out, to lick you completely clean and make you cum on his tongue, but he decided that would have to wait for a different time. “Is this all for me?”

“Yeah, all for you,” you said, weak. There was a thundering exasperation building up inside you, motivated from your denied orgasm and from the way that Jungkook was taking his sweet time.

“Good girl,” he mumbled and your chest was filled with pride. “Can’t wait to fuck it.”

“Then don’t wait,” you practically begged. “Just rush.”

He removed his finger from your heat. “Shh… be patient,” Jungkook told you and you swore you could practically hear the smile in his voice. You could hear him shuffling behind you, the sound of his zipper opening echoing around that still room. “I’m gonna give you whatever you want.”

You whined at the abrupt feeling of his warm cock rubbing between your folds, its tip hitting your clit after every languid thrust. “Fuck,” you cried out, shaky. Jungkook wasn’t lying when he said that he was big, his length was so thick that you were starting to get second thoughts whether you could take it or not. Not that you would ever admit it out loud. “Just put it in, Jungkook.”

But Jungkook was having way more fun just teasing you. “Pussy’s so wet for me.” He breathed out, his hands tightening around your hips. You felt him throb between your folds, and the sensation got you searching for air. “You’re soaking my cock, baby. You want it that much?”

“Y-Yeah.”

Jungkook hummed, leaning in so he could place a kiss on your shoulder. “I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve to be fucked, princess,” he promised, his length still rubbing between your folds. He was so hard and heavy that your mind was spinning, your lungs drowning in expectation. “Gonna fuck you so well that you’re never going to forget it. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” your voice was a pathetic moan, and you hated your body for betraying you so easily. “Yes, please.”

After another pec on your shoulder, Jungkook leaned back. “Be loud for me, alright?” He asked. “Can you do that for me?”

You swallowed hard — what were the chances that someone would hear you? You had no idea. “Yeah, whatever you want, just fuck me.”

“Whatever I want? That’s a dangerous thing to say.” He moved around behind you, making you flinch when you felt his cock align with your dripping entrance. The anticipation was driving you insane. “Might have to see if you’re up for it another time.”

There was an answer somewhere in your mind — you could swear there was — but it was quickly forgotten the second that Jungkook pushed himself inside you. The drag of his cock was a delicious torture, streching you out and filling you up to the brim until you were shaking under his touch, both of you moaning at the sensation.

“Oh my god.” You breathed out, hands turning into fists on the table. Your cheek was pressed against the polished wood, hot breath creating small white clouds on the surface.

Jungkook released a shaky sigh when he felt you clenching around him, your body desperately trying to move closer to him. “Fuck, baby,” he hissed, his hands holding onto your hips for dear life. Gradually, he moved himself away from your pussy just so he could slam back inside, marveling on the way you trembled at the feeling, crying out his name in the prettiest of whimpers. “Your pussy is so fucking tight. Squeezing my cock so well.”

Took you only an instant to realize that you were absolutely addicted to the feeling of his cock inside you, the heavenly push of his hardness in and out of you as he slowly started to set a pace. “Oh my god, I’m—” a pitiful hiccup interrupted you, turning your voice into a sharp cry. “That’s so good, Jungkook.”

Jungkook chuckled behind you, his thrusts starting to pick up speed. Your eyes closed in endless bliss, every part of your brain focused on the sensation of his fat length stretching you up. “Told you I’d be, not my fault you didn’t believe me,” he said, but you could tell that his confidence had started to wear itself thin — he, too, seemed to be much more focused on the way that your bodies met. “Do you touch yourself, princess?”

You almost didn’t know how to answer him, a deep heat rushing up to your cheeks. “W-What?”

“When you’re alone, baby,” he practically hissed. You were bouncing on the table then, your body jerking up and down as he fully pistoned his cock inside your heat. “Do you play with your little pussy?”

“Y-yes,” you stammered, embarrassed. “S-Sometimes.”

“Show me how you do it,” he requested in-between huffs, lust dripping from every syllable. Jungkook spoke to you like a siren, effortlessly inducting you to comply with everything he wanted. “Come on. Don’t be shy, I wanna see you play with yourself for me.”

You didn’t even know if what you were feeling was shyness, but there was a veil of hesitation that covered your actions. As your hands moved downwards, one of them clenching around the fabric of your dress and pulling it up while the other trailed over your mound, you felt strangely vulnerable, exposed. At the same time, you wanted to do what he asked you to, wanted him to wash you over with compliments until your mind was going blank.

So you closed your eyes and focused on the sensation of two of your fingers coating themselves in your wetness, then their pressure on your clit. You whined at the feeling, pleasure exploding in your veins as you started to rub yourself, tracing small circles on your sensitive spot. There was no way you could ever reach that sensation again, the sweet motions of your fingers combining perfectly with the thrusts of his hard, fat cock inside you. You were doomed.

“That’s it… just like that, baby,” Jungkook whispered, obsessed with the sensation of your walls fluttering around him. You had gotten so tight that he thought he would see heaven at any second now. “Feels good?”

“Y-Yeah, so good...” you struggled to get out, “feels amazing, Jungkook.”

“So perfect for me,” his praise shot straight up to your core, making you mewl under him. God, the way that you were tightening around him was going to drive him insane. “You feel so fucking good, I can’t stop fucking you.”

Jungkook took one of his hands to your neck, using it to guide your body upwards until you had your back pressed against his chest; his hot lips assaulting your neck. The new position made it so much easier for his cock to drill inside you, reaching even deeper and hitting sweet spots you didn’t even know you had. It wasn’t long before you were moaning out, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure overtook you.

“Just take a look at that, baby,” his voice broke you out of your hypnotized state. “Look at you. Such a good slut, just taking everything I’m giving you, touching yourself for my cock… fuck. Could watch you like this forever.”

You had to take a moment to understand what he was talking about, and then you saw it: the window. It stood silently across the room from you, half open, and the glass combined with the darkness of the night gave a perfect reflection of the two of you. You could see yourself, the mess you had become, as Jungkook pounded in and out of you and your fingers worked on your clit; the darkness of his hungry gaze as he followed the motions of your body against his.

Even if you cried out at the sight, your body freezed up a little at the thought of someone walking by and seeing that private spectacle. The possibility itself was minimal — the window gave way to the side of the land, where a big, thick fence separated it from the nearby houses; most of the ground covered by large trees and bushes — but it wasn’t zero. You couldn’t even begin to imagine the humiliation that would come from being seen like that.

He, of course, noticed your change of demeanor right away, and you could see in the faint reflection that he had smirked at that realization. “What is it? Are you worried someone is going to walk by?” Jungkook almost groaned against your ear. His cock continued to pump ferociously in and out of you, and you couldn’t even understand your own thoughts for a moment. “That someone is gonna see you get fucked like a good slut?”

“It’s not—” a moan cut your sentence short. Not like you knew where you were heading, anyways.

“No one is gonna see you like this, know why?” Jungkook was grunting, his fingers tightening around your throat. You cried out at the feeling, your cunt clenching around him in a way that got him fucking you even harder. “Cause this is all for me. Just for me.”

Then he was pushing you back on the table, your chest crashing against the wooden surface and his hands yanking you by the waist. Jungkook was fucking you so hard that your worries left you as soon as they arrived, your mind a turmoil of desires and broken exclamations that didn’t give space to anything else but him.

“You look fucking gorgeous like this, stuffed with cock,” he marveled at the sight. There was a known wave of pleasure hovering over you, ready to crash at any given moment, and you stopped rubbing yourself just so you could prolong its arrival. “Wanna see you cum for me, make a mess for me, baby.”

The words left you in a confusing, broken order, “Jungkook, I can’t… too much… can’t...”

“Shhh, you can,” he was slowly easing you into your orgasm, his cock drilling in and out of your pussy. Jungkook fucked like a machine, fast and precise, and you didn’t think you’d be able to forget that anytime soon. “You told me you could take it, so now you’re gonna take it. Don’t you wanna be good for me?”

“I- I want to… I’m so close,” you cried out, pressing your forehead against the table. You didn’t know how it hadn’t broken yet, with the way that Jungkook was fucking you so mercilessly hard. “I’m so, so close.”

“Cream my cock, baby, come on,” he urged you on, his member throbbing inside you at the thought. Your legs were so weak that you knew you’d fall facedown on the floor if he wasn’t supporting your weight with his strong arms. “Be a good girl and cream my cock for me.”

And that was it. That was all that you needed to push yourself over the edge, submerging you in ecstasy and making you squeeze him so deliciously. “J-Jungkook!” You moaned out his name again and again, unsure of how loud you were being, but also not caring as much as you should. Jungkook realized he loved hearing you call his name more than anything else. “Fuck! Oh my god!”

“That’s it, baby,” he moaned back, his thrusts a sloppy, uncoordinated mess. He was hypnotized by the view of your cunt hugging him, your wetness dripping down your thighs as you rode out the last seconds of your orgasm. “Pussy’s so fucking tight, so fucking perfect— gonna cum too.”

You gasped out at the sensitivity that was starting to spread, every movement shaky as you tried to push yourself against him. “Yes, please.” You looked over your shoulder, meeting his hooded gaze. Jungkook looked like a god, his dark hair sweaty and messy and his lip trapped between his teeth. That image would plague you forever. “Cum inside me, please.”

He groaned loudly, eyes closing for a second. “Fuck, that’s so fucking hot,” he hissed, chest heaving with anticipation. You knew he was close, everything pointed to that, and all that you wanted was to see him reach his high, using your body like it was just a doll for him to fuck. “Didn’t know you’d want to be filled up with cum, princess.”

“I’m full of surprises.” You smiled — a pretty, fucked-out smile that got Jungkook grunting like a madman. “I want your cum inside me, Jungkook, please.”

“Gonna fuck you full of my cum, don’t worry— Shit.” The sounds he was making were heavily: those breathy, high-pitched moans that echoed all around you; broken by deep grunts that had your thighs shaking. Jungkook fucked himself in you like he was meant for it, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as he finally found his orgasm. “Fuck! That’s it, fuck—”

Jungkook called out your name and mixed it with praises and curses when he came, spilling himself inside your pussy. You sighed at the feeling, taking in the blissful sensation of having his hot cum spilling out of you, dripping down your legs as he continued to thrust inside you, milking out his orgasm.

At last, he started to wince from sensitivity. His body collided against your back, his heavy breathing fanning your neck as he tried to collect himself. “Fuck, baby,” he mumbled, “you’re amazing.”

“You’re not so terrible yourself.” You could not help the smile that appeared on your lips, nor the way that you melted against the surface of the table, drowning in his heat.

Still, you couldn’t stay there for much longer: it was already a miracle that no one heard the chaos going on in that room, and you weren’t trying to push your luck for the night. Especially since you had a pile of homework (and possibly — now cold — takeout) waiting for you at home.

You raised your body, leaning against your elbows. “I have to leave,” you told him, taking one of your hands to lay on top of his tattooed one, trying to ease his grip from your waist. “Now if you could just…”

“Shhh, shhh,” Jungkook hushed, unrelenting. He was much stronger than you, and your muscles were too weak for you to try and do much, so you eventually gave up. “Stop moving. Let me feel you around me for just a bit more.”

You frowned. “Why?”

“I like it,” he said simply. His breath was a faint caress against the skin of your neck, and you didn’t have much fight left in you. “We all have our tastes.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so weird.”

“Don’t kinkshame.” Jungkook pouted, then pressed a kiss against your shoulder. “You just begged me to fuck you in a church, remember?”

“Yeah, I guess I don’t have much place to judge.” You laughed dryly, then looked over your shoulder. “Why is your cock still hard? How long is this gonna take?”

Jungkook groaned, clearly annoyed. “Shut up and enjoy the moment.”

The so-called moment lasted about two more minutes (which was kind of impressive, you thought) before Jungkook softened and slipped out of you. You hated to admit but you kind of liked the feeling of having him still inside you, completing you as his lips danced around your neck; fingers tenderly playing with your hair. You never thought Jungkook would be so gentle after fucking you like that, but you guessed that you weren’t the only one that was full of surprises.

Jungkook, apparently, also liked to admire his work. After he had slipped out of you, he made you sit back on the table just so he could stare at his own cum dripping out of you, a glimmer of satisfaction in his dark gaze. He had pushed his white release back inside you and smirked up at you, asking, ever so kindly, for you to go home like that, filled with his cum.

You, of course, promptly accepted it.

“By the way,” he called when you two had already stepped out of the church, enveloped by the coldness of the night. There was only one solitary light pole illuminating his features, making him look like one of the saints in the chapel — nothing but fake advertisement, in your opinion. “Wanna know how much I got in that immunology test?”

“How much?” You asked.

“Eighty two.” Jungkook smiled brightly then, and you found yourself joining him. “Never saw a grade so high in my life. And that counts all the times I’ve cheated too.”

“Seems like the tutoring sessions are paying off.” You crossed your arms before your chest, the hem of your dress swirling around your knees. The night was weirdly peaceful after everything that had taken place.

“They are.” He nodded. “I’m looking forward to the next one. Helps that my tutor is kind of a hottie too.”

You scoffed. “So I’ve heard.”

“And, by the way?”

“Yeah?”

“You would look better without it.” He pointed at your dress, a sly smile already sprouting on his lips. “Hope to see it next time.”

“Good night, Jungkook.” You rolled your eyes, already turning around — yeah, like there would ever be a next time.

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