#can’t imagine him feeling relieved that he finally got the love he craved for from his family

[wandussyfantasy]

I Want You

Summary: Kate Bishop lets everyone know that she wants you.

Request: (From Ao3) I NEED a part 2 of this!! Like Kate cornering y/n at school and begs her to f her cus she can't think of anything else.Ooh and some jealous Kate would be awesome

Pairing: Kate Bishop x g!p Reader

Word count: 2.9k

WARNINGS:

18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ & DO NOT INTERACT!!!

smut, name calling, g!preader, praising, creampie, mentions of alcohol.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

“Oh yeah, that is so good,” Kate fakes the moan as she is being fucked by a guy she knew in high school. He used to be known as the hottest guy in school that every girl wanted. Even Kate wanted him as much as the next girl. But now, as he is thrusting into her in a shitty bathroom of an even shittier bar, she can’t remember what the big deal was. It certainly wasn’t his dick.  

“Yeah, you like that baby? I know you love that dick,” he says as he starts to go faster. 

Kate tries not to laugh or respond with something sarcastic like, “I can't even feel it.” And instead says, “Oh yeah, it's so good.” She was home for the winter break between semesters and she hated every second of it. She was miserable. Not because her mom dropped a bomb on her by introducing her new fiance to Kate for the first time. Not because her best friend wasn’t talking to her. It’s not even the cold weather or the bad sex. It’s because of you. She can’t stop thinking about you. She can’t stop craving you. 

She doesn't understand why she wants you so bad. The two of you barely fucked in the backseat of your car. But then she remembers the size of your cock, it causes her to moan as she imagines the way it stretched her. She remembers the way your cum felt inside of her and how she refrained from flirting the rest of the night so that no one else got a taste of it before she could. Then when she was in her room at the sorority house, she fingered the cum out of her pussy and ate as much of it as she could.

This wasn't her, she wasn't someone that craved cum or even dick for that matter. People craved her, not the other way around. Elijah stops thrusting as he empties himself into the condom and Kate is relieved that he's finally done. “Did you cum?” He asks through rough breaths. 

“Oh yeah, that was amazing,” she says as she readjusts her underwear and her skirt. “This was fun.”

“Uh, can I call you?” Elijah asks awkwardly as he tucks himself back into his jeans. 

“No, I'm good,” she says as she steps out of the bathroom. She makes her way back to the building that she inherited when she turned eighteen. Her apartment sits above an old pizza shop that contributes to her bills with the rent they pay. Once she is settled in her sweatpants on her couch, she checks the requests on her OnlyFans account to see if any of them sound like they could be from you. 

After that night when you threw her secret account in her face as an attempt of an insult, she went through her subscribers to try and find you. But she couldn't. She didn't know if you stopped subscribing after you finally got to fuck her or if you were better at hiding your identity than she was. 

A request catches her eye and she considers going through with it now since she is still hot and bothered. She looks around her apartment and decides that since she needed a shower anyway, that she might as well. All they wanted was a private live stream of her showering with a dildo inside of her. They offered a decent amount of money to see it happen. She messaged the person to see if they were available. 

Luckily, you had just laid down in bed and were getting ready to browse her page when you received the message. You only have yourself to blame for not getting her phone number before the two of you left school for the break. But you still didn't want to admit that you subscribed to her page so instead you opted to remain anonymous when sending the request. 

You lick your lips as you reply back and you unbutton the crotch area of your sleep pants to free your limp dick to prepare yourself. Once she sends the link to the stream you squeeze some lube on your hand and get ready for the show. You wanted to pretend that you got the chance to fuck her in her shower so you asked that she fuck herself in there. 

You open the stream and it's her standing in her shower. The water is running down her body and you lick your lips again. You didn't get to appreciate her body that night the two of you fucked and you wish you could now. You imagine yourself kneeling before her. Kissing her smooth skin on her belly. Licking away all of the water droplets as you stroke yourself. Your dick starts to come alive, hardening in your hand as you watch her wash herself. It looks like she's taking a normal shower. Which she might be. Making the experience feel somewhat invasive but because you paid for it, you know that there isn’t anything wrong so you continue to watch. 

Then she steps out of the shower for a moment and you get a full view of the breasts you wish were in your mouth right now. She leaves the frame and returns with a dildo with a suction end. She sticks it to the wall and you almost laugh at the size, it’s not even close to the cock in your hand. You begin to wonder if you’re the biggest she’s ever had. As she begins to ride the wall you pick up the pace of your stroking. A message pops up on your screen stating that for an extra charge you can request more from her. You type in that you want her to moan the name of the person she is thinking about. 

The message gets read out from a robotic voice, probably a setting on her device. “I’m only thinking about you baby,” she replies as she continues to push herself back and forth on her dildo. She wasn’t technically lying, neither of you knew that she was telling the truth. She thought she was lying to a stranger as she thought about you and you thought she was lying when she said it was you. So you continue to push, luckily with no extra cost. When she’s finally close enough to her climax she finally moans out, “Y/n!!” This causes you to cum in your hand. Then you panic as you think that you’ve been caught. But she pops off of the wall and shuts the water off. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean to say that.” 

You tell her that it’s okay and let her know that you finished. You give her an extra tip and she shuts down the live stream. You clean your mess and fall asleep. 

You don't spend anymore money on Kate the rest of the break in fear of getting caught or telling her in the heat of the moment. But you spend every night jerking off to her account. Hoping that when you return to school that you'll get at least a second chance to fuck her. If not, you're not sure how you'll learn to move on from her. 

At some point in the break you buy yourself a pocket pussy because your hand just wasn't enough when it came to fantasizing about Kate. Meanwhile Kate is masturbating to your Instagram account. She watches your exercise videos and zooms in on your progress photos, hoping to see the outline of your cock through your sweatpants. Oh what she would give to fuck you again. You have ruined her for anyone else. 

Finally, the spring semester starts and has the both of you distracted with the piles of assignments that they start everyone off with. Neither of you is thinking about the other nor are you having any sex for that matter. But the universe is on your side when you spot her during a lecture in a class with a long list of group projects on the syllabus. The perfect excuse to spend time together. 

Unfortunately, there isn't a lot of free time as you focus on your studies. It's what has always kept you single. It's not until the second month of the semester that you're able to breathe again. By that point you're not even sure that Kate would be interested in you so you start to move on. Especially since the two of you worked twice together in group projects and she seemed interested in everyone else but you.

Cassie Lang, a girl in your Quantum Physics class, catches your attention. Or more accurately, you catch her attention. The two of you become flirty with each other pretty openly. When you start to attend parties on the weekends again, the two of you somehow find each other and spend the time talking and laughing with each other. It doesn't go beyond that. Part of you thinks she only wants to be friends or that maybe she's wanting to experiment a little. But you don't mind the company or the attention. 

Kate can't focus when she notices you with that air headed blonde bitch. Especially when the two of you sit next to each other in class a few rows in front of Kate. She hates seeing you flirt with another girl. She thought that you would come to her once classes started up again. She thought you would make an excuse to talk to her after class. Try to get her alone for a "study session." She thought that she could make you jealous again. But no. Instead you're flaunting your attention to another girl in front of her. Well, she wasn't going to stand for it much longer. 

She convinces your brother, Peter, and his fraternity to host a big party after the big basketball game later that week. A win or lose celebration. Either way, there had to be a party. Peter and his fraternity brothers are all for it. Then she makes certain that you attend by having someone invite Cassie. She wanted to make sure this girl knew that you belonged to Kate. She wanted everyone to know that you are Kate's now. 

Saturday comes around with a big victory for the school's basketball team. Which means that the party is going wild. The music is loud, everyone is drinking copious amounts of alcohol. You attended the game with Cassie and brought her along to the party. It was sort of an official and an unofficial date for the two of you. Neither of you let the other know what it was and neither of you put any kind of pressure on the situation. Just simply enjoying the company. 

That is until two beers and several shots in you start to get horny as the two of you dance with others in the living room. The sensual music playing as Cassie grinds into your body has you wanting more from her and she seems to be willing to give it. But when you gaze into her blue eyes you are reminded that they don't compare to Kate's deep blue eyes. “What’s the matter?” Cassie asks as her face is close to yours, she is still moving to the song but you are standing still.

“Nothing I just uh, I just,” you aren't able to finish your thought as Kate comes between the two of you. She holds onto your shoulder as she dances against you. “Kate? What are you doing?” 

“Dancing, come on, it's a party!” she says as continues to dance against you. 

Cassie tries to pull her off of you, “Excuse you! We were dancing!”

“And now we are,” Kate only spins to face her so that she can twerk her ass against your crotch. Your dick twitches as your body remembers how her ass was bouncing on your legs as she rode your cock with her tight walls. 

Cassie's face gets red as she grabs Kate by her hair. Your eyes widen as the two girls start to fight over… well, you. 

You had no idea that Kate still wanted you. But there's no denying it now as she tosses Cassie into the crowd. Peter and Harry find you to try and convince you of something when they get distracted by the fight. 

Peter takes a hit from his vape before he shouts, “Cat fight!” 

You shake your head as he draws attention to the whole debacle. You take the cup from Harry's hand and down the entire beverage before you step into the fight to try and break it up. 

“Cut it out! I'm really not worth it!” you shout as you pull Kate off of Cassie. 

“You have to choose!” Kate shouts in your arms. 

“Last I checked, you're not even an option bitch!” Cassie shouts back. The crowd's reaction is pro-Cassie and you feel awkward being caught in the middle of this. 

You set Kate down on her feet and look between her and Cassie, then to the rest of the room and shake your head as you walk out of the party. People throw their empty cups at you on your way out for not picking one of the girls. Once you're outside you take a moment to breathe. Cassie comes out of the house a few minutes later. “What the fuck was that?” 

You look down at your feet. “I don't know Cassie, what was that?” 

“She was getting in the way I just-”

“It didn't need to get that physical!” You cut her off as you spin to face her. “It didn't need to be a big spectacle but you made it that way!” You close your eyes to stop yelling. “You aren't who I thought you were. I can't continue whatever this is.” You state before you walk away. Walking all the way back to your dorm building. 

On Monday afternoon, when you're moving from one class to the next a hand reaches out for you and pulls you into an empty lecture hall. “It's just me,” Kate says as she pushes you up against a wall. “I’m sorry about Saturday. I only wanted to kiss you in front of everyone. I didn't want all of that to happen.” She explains with soft hopeful eyes. “I was going crazy from wanting you so bad. I haven't been able to fuck anyone else because I want you so bad.”

You frown as you see a bandage on her nose and on her cheek with a cut on her bottom lip. You gently caress her cheek. “You haven't talked to me in months. When I tried to catch your attention you ignored me,” you state as you pull your hand away. 

“I was trying to get you to be the person you were that night,” she says truthfully. “I didn't know how else to get your attention.” 

“You've always had my attention,” you tell her before you finally kiss her. Kate leans into the kiss hungrily. “Tonight,” you say as you try to pull away thinking about how you're going to be late for class. Kate bites your bottom lip and it turns you on even more. You can't go to class with a raging erection. “Fuck it,” you say as you grab her and flip the position so that she is pressed against the wall. You drop your backpack to the ground and quickly unzip your pants. You pull your cock out through the opening and Kate gasps as she is finally able to see the size in the light. She doesn't even have to touch herself to know that she is dripping wet. 

You slip your hand up her skirt to move her panties to the side but instead you instantly come in contact with her warm pussy lips. “I needed to be prepared for this,” she says with innocent eyes when you looked up at her with a shocked expression. You shake your head at your predictability then kiss her. 

“I apologize for how quick this is going to be, I really can't miss this class,” you say as you enter her without warning. “Oh fuck!” you say in celebration of finally being able to be inside of her after months and months of pining for her. You grip her thighs as you step closer to her, getting your dick further into her pussy. “Fuck you for making me wait so long,” you say as you start to thrust into her. 

Kate groans as you fuck her against the wall. “Fuck you for dating someone else instead of asking me out!” She says back as she holds onto your neck. You slam into her a little harder after that and she is experiencing the first real orgasm in months just moments after having you inside of her. “Oh goodness! I've been waiting for this for so long!” she says as you continue to pound into her pussy. Part of you wants to savor this moment and the rest of you wants to release right here right now. “It’s okay, cum in me baby. Give yourself something to look forward to after class. Mmm the thought of you eating me out has me- OOOHH” Her walls close around you as she has another orgasm, drawing yours out of you. 

“Fuck!” you groan as you shoot all of your cum inside of her. When you pull out of her, your dick is a mess from her fluids and yours and Kate can't help herself when she kneels down and cleans you off with her tongue. “Thank you,” you say breathlessly. You tuck your cock back into your pants. “I will see you after class at my place?” Kate shakes her head. “Your place?” She nods and you agree as you grab your bag from the floor and leave with one last kiss.

#kate bishop x y/n #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop smut #kate bishop

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

Vet Harry rambles ?

SORRY IVE BEEN MAKING YOU WAIT FOR SO LONG BUT I FINALLY POSTED IT UGH IM SORRY :((

Okay so first of all

Y/n loves his little hip chub ☹️ like ugh

The little hip chin he’s got from only surviving on eating whatever is the daily pastry (he’s literally giving mouthful of tooth pastry) at the bakery across the street

And she pinched at his little hip chub and bites it

And he just whines and giggles because it tickles but he secretly loves it :p

And he’s so the boyfriend who is balls deep in her but still asks “do you like me though???”

Like not to get all sad but I definitely feel like based on his personality and other random things that in the past people haven’t treated him the best so in relationships he’s very insecure about stuff like that

So she constantly has to reassure him that she really does love him, and then he apologizes for it but she doesn’t mind, she likes reminding him how much she loves him

And y/n’s family is obsessed with him

Anytime he is around her family it’s just hugs and smiles all around

The little kids love him because he shows interest in their games and asks if he can play, and because he knows a lot about animals

And the adults and older adults loves him because he’s so sweet and always there to have a conversation without there being awkward silences

And I KNOWWW I’m getting ahead of myself because this is not happening any time soon!!!

But I can’t stop thinking about how sweet Harry would be when she’s pregnant.

I imagine she probably moves in with him since he has a big town house, and maybe after their baby I’d a year or so old they move into a cute little house together

I can definitely see that same angsty trope we see a lot where y/n gets super insecure during pregnancy happening to them

But this time Harry also gets super insecure and he’s like “she’s gonna leave me because she’s got that amazing pregnancy glow and now she’s going to have a super cute baby by her side and everyone’s going to want her 😢”

And pregnancy sex kind of… absolutely blows his mind

He loves having the bump to rub and more hip chin to grab onto when needed

He especially liked how sensitive and reactive she is because sometimes he tends to get a little ahead of himself and get a little crazy and then he has her a whimpering pile of mush in his arms

And when she is working harry is SICK

Constantly calling her “remember to take breaks, don’t wear yourself out walking all over that hospital. Just stay with the babies today, don’t leave the NICU at all. Sit there and coo at the cute babies.”

And when she finally takes maternity leave he is so relieved oh god

But while she’s pregnant harry is always running out to the little bakery across the street

And he claims it’s for the baby so they can come out with a sweet tooth like their daddy so they can take little trips to the bakery together

But it’s really so he has an excuse to buy a bakers dozen of their raspberry lemon muffins

But he also loves going out to grab whatever y/n is craving

And she obviously knows a lot about pregnancy and babies since she is a NICU nurse

So she’s like “H, if I’m craving sugar I should probably just have some fruit. It’s really good for the baby, you know. I need to get my fruit and veggies in now more than ever.”

“I’ll get you a slice of apple pie! It’s mainly apples.”

And he is ALWAYS talking to her bump, constantly kissing it and rubbing it and singing to it and just rambling on about anything and everything

“And then when I was feeding Muffin today he tried to bite my hand because he thought I would pour the food into his bowl quicker but he was sadly mistaken because then I winced in pain for a couple minutes to make him feel bad just so he could learn a lesson and not bite his daddy.”

“Harry are you done?”

“No, my story isn’t over yet, petal. Then Muffin felt really bad. Maybe we should keep the names the same Oreo, Muffin, I think we should name the baby… jelly bean.” (That was random but it’s about to be Easter so that’s the first thing that popped in my Harry’s head)

And from then on they nickname the baby jellybean

They got so tired of calling the baby “it” or “they” with nothing else to call them because they have not picked out a name, and because it felt a little impersonal to them

So now the baby was “jelly bean”

“How’s the little jelly bean doing?”

“Did our little jelly bean keep you up all night”

“Wait, petal, you know what I just thought of? Now you have a jelly belly. Isn’t that so funny?… get it? Because a jelly bean brand is named jellybelly.”

And even once the baby is out they are still “jelly bean”

They hardly bother called the baby their real name, even though they picked that name for a reason and love it, jelly bean just felt more natural for them and it was the affectionate nickname they used for half a year

And once Harry has to leave to go back to work he’s so upset “why can’t I just take my jelly bean with me 😞 they can come see the puppies and the little kittens.”

“They have two huge puppies here. I’ll call you on your break so you can see her, I’ll send you photos, I’ll let you know all about the horrible dirty diapers and spit up I’ll have to deal with once you’re home.”

Okay that’s really all the thoughts I have 😩

Let me know what your thoughts too 🤭

#harry styles #vet!harry #Harry styles fluff #harry styles headcanon #Harry styles concept #harry styles smut #harry styles x reader

[whumpypepsigal]

Loki s01e01: Loki witnesses his demise.

“You... will never be... a god.”

#whump #whumpedit #loki series #loki #tom hiddleston #1x01 #worry #bewildered #tears #death #shocked #emotional whump #my gifs #loki spoilers #spoilers #tom’s acting is just so good 💔 #can’t imagine him feeling relieved that he finally got the love he craved for from his family #only to see it get ripped away as soon as he did #and i like to think mobius as our undesignated therapist for loki #mcu keep 🤯

[drakenology]

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janitor’s closet - kirishima x reader

categories: cunnilingus, blow job, riding, exhibitionism, slight degradation, unprotected sex, cussing, cervix kissin’, nasty hook up in the janitor’s closet.

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Hanamura Corp; a place known for legitimate business. Every employee including yourself was very capable of their job and it was wonderful to be a part of. But God was it fucking boring. Everyone there just ignored each other, did their job and clocked out once their shift was done and over with. With the exception of a few women you’d talk to around break time,  The entire building was often so quiet you forgot other people worked there.

One thing that made your job a little bit exciting was the escapades that took place every Wednesday in the janitor’s closet. The janitor who worked mostly Wednesdays was quite possibly the most gorgeous man to walk those halls.

Ejiro Kirishima; a sweetheart who worked as a janitor here at Hanamura Corp for a few years now. What he was doing working as a janitor and as not a male model was a mystery.

He was tall; 6′11 to be exact, with long red hair he often had tied back in a messy bun, strands of his hair cheekily escaping from the sides. Not to mention his body. Eijiro was an absolute beast of a man; his entire body was ripped. His arms were gigantic and covered in tattoos. The women of the facility often gossiped about the ginormous janitor who came by their cubicles with a warm smile and a tip of his cap. 

“God, he’s so sexy. I’d like to just jump his fucking bones.”

“I wonder what he’s like in bed. Probably an insatiable beast.”

“I just know his dick is huge. Fuck, I can only imagine.”

She guessed right. His dick is huge. How do you know that? Because you’re the one fucking him in the Janitor’s closet every so often. Every Wednesday when he worked, he’d walk past your cubicle and tap you on the shoulder. You’d turn and practically drool at the sight of him, knowing that in a few hours you’d be getting railed until you can hardly walk back to your desk. How this became so routine? Hell, you’ve long since forgotten. But who gives a fuck about the details?

“See you at noon?” He’d whisper in your ear, chuckling when you nod meekly. 12 o’clock was the time everyone usually took their lunch break which had proven to be the perfect time to get fucked on the job.

Once the clock struck 12, you slide your panties off under your desk and tuck them in your briefcase, a rule set by Kirishima to ensure that your cunt is exposed and ready for his filling. You walk towards the janitor’s closet; the one next to the women’s room and stand there to wait, awkwardly waving at the women who came out of the restroom with a weird stare. Suddenly the door opens and someone pulls you inside. 

Finally. He kissed you hard, his big stern hands grabbing and caressing your ass as if he owned you and everything attached to you. You moan into his mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist when he lifts you and pins you against the cold steel supply shelf. “Miss me, gorgeous?” Kirishima asks, his lips ghosting over yours as he hikes your skirt up over your ass, biting his lip when he feels you’re completely bare underneath. 

“You’re such a little slut for me, taking your panties off to come and get fucked in the janitor’s closet.” He starts kissing your neck, nibbling slightly to mark you just a little; he can’t help himself. 

You’re already getting so hot, your slick pooling at his fingertips as they run along your folds. He stands you on your feet and turns you around, getting down on his knees to worship your ass. His hands slap each cheek firmly, causing you to flinch and lean into the wall, ass sticking out for him. 

Before you can speak, his hands spread your ass apart, spitting onto your pussy. His tongue starts lapping up your slick folds as his hands squeeze your ass, your nails digging into your palms as you groan into your sleeves. You’re mewling so much you could swear someone could hear you, Kirishima’s thick fingers now sliding inside you while he stands on his feet. 

“Gotta get that tight cunt ready for me, baby. You like that?” He huffs into your hair, pumping his fingers inside you at a slow pace. You nod as you back your hips into his hand, Kirishima grabbing one hip to keep you still. 

“So eager. Stay still would, ya?” Kirishima taunts, speeding up his fingers as he smacked you ass to scold you. You yelp, the sting from the hit fading into blinding pleasure as he fingered you, your cunt squelching and making obscene  noises as you feel your legs turn to pudding. 

“Kiri I c-can’t, you’re gonna make me c-cum!” You whine, chewing on your bottom lip. 

“That’s the idea. Mm, cum all over my fucking fingers.” He urged, his fingers diving deeper into your greedy walls, your cunt sucking him inside as you cum with a hard clench. Kirishima smirked and pulled his fingers out of you, sticking them into his mouth with a moan at your flavor. 

“Good fuckin’ girl. On your knees.” He demands, pointing towards the floor. You obliged, moaning when you see him take his cock out of his uniform pants. Good lord, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to seeing it in all its glory.

He was impossibly thick and long, prominent veins running along the shaft and a perfectly soft and spongey head; the one that kissed your cervix with every thrust. You open your mouth for him, tongue lolling out as he sticks his cock inside. Your lips wrap around him, moaning at the taste of his skin as you bob your head. Kirishima takes a fistful of your hair and fucks your throat, hissing when you gag and drool all over his cock. Your hands start grabbing at your breasts, unbuttoning your top to pull them outside of your bra. 

“God, look at you..” Kirishima groans, you giggling when he pulls you off his cock with a lewd “pop” sound. “Such a dirty girl.” Kirishima takes his thick cock and slaps it against your wet lips, pressing between them to get your mouth open again. Sucking him off got you so wet; the sounds of slurping and gagging. All of his dirty words laced with pleasurable grunts stirred your insides as your cunt ached with need.

Every time his cock hit the back of your throat you moan, reaching your hand down to help relieve the ache in your core. 

“Shit..” Eijiro moans at the state of you, a usually prim and proper business woman on her knees for him looking so fucking sloppy. 

It was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, taking his hand to pinch and play with your nipples as you suckle on his dick head, taking it and slapping it against your tongue with a love struck look in your eye.

He burned that image of you in his mind, wanting to revisit this moment later when he was alone while bucking his hips to get you to wrap those soft lips around his cock again. Your fingers rub lazy circles on your swollen clit, moaning around his dick as he fucked your mouth. 

“So fucking sexy, baby.” He hissed, pulling his cock from your lips and sitting on his haunches. 

“C’mere.” He demands, slapping his thighs to get you to sit in his lap. You straddle his waist, his length resting on your slick cunt. He grinds your hips against his, the under side of his cock rubbing against your swollen clit with a groan. Kirishima lowers his hand and gives you the filling you’ve been craving all week, pressing his length against your weeping hole and pulling your hips down onto his length. 

The dull stretch caused you to grab onto his shoulders and hold tight, bouncing on his cock slowly to adjust to his monster of a cock. It was all so delicious; Kiri running his thumb along your swollen bud with a satisfied grunt. 

“Fuck, I’m cumming already, Eiji- shit!” You wail, breathy moans leaving your lips as he ruts his hips upwards, one of his big hands grabbing at your breast, the other rubbing your clit in soft circles. 

“Fuckin’ hell, baby..” He groans, rolling your hips into his as his hands run along your soft ass, striking it harshly. You’re drooling into his shoulder, holding onto the shelf that contained cleaning supplies for good measure, trying to keep up with his movements. With all the shaking, all the cleaning products started toppling over, loud clangs of the metal shelf echoing through the small closet to mask your loud moans. 

You both let out breathy half giggles, melting into each other’s bodies as Kirishima reached up to wrap your hair around his hand to yank it, attacking your now exposed neck with hot kisses and nibbles. He stands on his feet, fingers pressed into your ass to keep a tight grip on you as he lowered you onto his cock. You see stars as Eijiro picks you up and drops you onto his thick cock, scrambled sentences leaving your mouth as your mouth hangs open in bliss.

Kirishima kicks over a bucket, the stupid thing in his path as he pressed your bare back against the cold concrete wall. He rolls his hip into yours, lips wrapped around one of your nipples, nibbling lightly. Grunting and high pitched whines fill the closet, your bodies practically sticking together from the heat you both omitted. Tongues intertwined with each other, hands traveling along naked skin as he hit your g-spot over and over again in a blind rage. 

“F-Fuck! I’m gonna cum for you, baby.” you squeal, toes curling so hard you feel a cramp coming on; Kirishima bucking into with more fervor as you both reach a climax. 

“’M gonna cum inside you. Gonna make you my fuckin’ cum dump.” He huffed, your eyes rolling to the back of your head with every hit against your cervix. 

You both grunt; Kirishima painting your insides white as he rests you both onto the floor, grinding his hips a few more times before pulling out his flaccid form. Your back laid flat on the cold floor, looking up at him with clouded eyes from all the tears you shed from your encounter. Sex with Kirishima made working at this stuffy place so much more worth it. As he looked down at you he helped fix your clothes, the timer on his watch beeping to signal it was time to get back to work. 

“Ya know, we don’t have to wait to see each other once a week. I could fuck you like this every day, every night...” Eijiro said, wiping the sweat from your brow. 

“Are you asking me out?” You tease, sitting up to button up your shirt.

“Depends.. are you saying yes?” He asks, raising his eyebrow as he adjusts his pants.

“Maybe.”

#bnha smut #bnha kirishima #kirishima smut #bnha bakugo x reader #bnha kirishima smut #bnha kirishima x reader #bnha todoroki x reader #bnha todoroki #bnha izuku #bnha izuku smut #the pornscape 💗

[devildomimagines]

For shit’s and giggles, let’s have the Brothers react to a pregnant MC. She’s 5 months and showing so when they see her groaning in pain from landing badly from the portal, they notice her covering her stomach and she’s like “I could’ve hurt my baby, asshole!”. Let’s say the dad’s not in the picture but MC just wanted a kid and didn’t expect to deal with Overlords of hell while she’s gonna go through a rollercoaster of emotions and cravings. (I also wanna see em lose it when she goes into labor a couple months while they’re at one of Diavolo’s parties cuz I love chaos and just wanna see everyone but Barb panic)

Hi Anon! Thanks for your patience while I worked on this!

This was a little tough for me since I’ve never been pregnant 🤣 I hope this is some of what you were looking for!

Edit: I wrote some of this for the formerly Undateables, check it out here.

Belphegor

*Existential Crisis Ensues*

After the events of Chapter 16…. Oof.

He didn’t know but damn does that stoke his grief to be red hot and blistering once again.

When he recovers enough to pledge himself to caring for you, he builds the best nest to sleep in. 

You never have a restless night with him making sure there are enough pillows to support your stomach or under your back and blankets for whether you are hot or cold.

Going into labor: For once not sleepy. He is a demon on a mission. Once he gets you to where you need to be, he collapses for some rest and earns a bed next to yours.

Beelzebub

“Baby?” 

He was not aware, he innocently thought the weight was just because you were eating with him more.

He went to Lucifer first to get some guidance, he’s already starting to worry.

He’s very gentle with you from then on, offering a helping hand wherever you may be going. You’d have to remind him that you’re still sturdy enough to walk otherwise he would carry you everywhere.

The best at dealing with food cravings because he has them too! He even opens your eyes to weird food combinations that surprisingly work well.

Going into labor: Poor baby, and not the one coming out of you. He loses his appetite as you tell him what’s happening.

Asmodeus

“Baby!?”

He didn’t know but he’s excited!? A baby ‘you’ would be so cute!

He definitely knows all the tricks for moisturizing to minimize stretch marks, massages to relieve tension, and foot rubs for swollen feet.

Almost immediately starts buying baby clothes and planning baby photoshoots.

You do have to tell him a few times that what he’s doing is too much and you’re too tired. He respects that but he won’t stop trying.

Going into labor: I feel like Asmo would have a bullhorn ready to go yelling at people to get out of your way. It’s much more embarrassing but he’s doing his best.

Satan

You know the surprised face he makes with a hand on his chest, yeah that.

He has a vague idea about human pregnancy and labor, I can’t imagine it didn’t come up in any of his readings but he looks into it further now.

Surprisingly, he handles the mood swings the best, probably because he’s been through it with his anger. He gets it.

Satan is very thoughtful and considerate. Orders you decaf tea when you go out to his favorite coffee shop and offers to pay for any baby books if you express a need.

You absolutely change his world when you let him feel the baby kicking. That’s when it took a whole new meaning to him, this was life.

Going into labor: You probably told him your birth plan so he knows where to take you and what you need just from memory. 

Leviathan

Frozen in place until it finally registers, “What?”

Really awkward around you for the rest of the day.

Furiously does research that night, scouring the internet for as much as he can digest about humans’ pregnancy and babies. He finds some really obscure complications and issues and then he’s scared for you.

The next day he’s watching you nonstop. You ask him what’s wrong, he says nothing but continues staring.

With his Akuzon account, anything you could need he can get in less than a day, just say the word.

Going into labor: Probably running away, I’m sorry if you thought he was going to be helpful with that.

Mammon

“B-b-b-b-baby?”

Whether you two have been intimate or not, he’s still sweating and counting on his fingers to try to figure out if he’s somehow the father.

He goes to Lucifer, “Hey! Did ya know about this?” And just motions to the whole of MC.

He steals borrows a baby book from Satan and starts spouting random facts to prove he’s knowledgeable. “A woman’s uterus will expand about 500 times its original size during pregnancy.” Thanks, Mammon.

Was he attached to your hip before? Yes. Is he even more so now? Also yes.

Going into labor: Confused but he got the spirit. He definitely thought the baby was going to be born right there if you pushed it out so he’s yelling “Don’t push MC! Keep it in!”

Lucifer

The only one of the brothers that actually knew you were pregnant as it was in your file/application for the exchange program.

Still kind of offended you took that tone with him but may start to worry about you more.

He already has a soft spot for you so you could ask him for anything and he’d do or get whatever you need.

I think he would know the most about human pregnancy since he probably had to prepare in advance to present the idea to Diavolo.

If you want a special treat, definitely have him feel the kicking baby. The warmth and love on his face is 100% worth it.

Going into labor: Obviously, the most together to handle the situation but the flashes of worry and concern in his movements and reminds you that he’s not unmoved and even the Avatar of Pride can get flustered.

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #tw: pregnancy

[dodo-begone]

New Normal

Pairing: Yandere!Tubbo x Reader (with some Ranboo)

Request: we need more yandere tubbo i absolutely love the way you wrote him shdhhfjd........ maybe a short fic or some headcanons elaborating on "waking up in the mansion one day"? maybe the reader gets more afraid than going along with it .. I'd love to see ranboos aspect regarding tubbos behavior as well 👀

Word count: 2.3 k

Warning: yandere, kidnapping, drugging

A/n: This is all platonic. Nothing romantic. Also this was meant to be short not this long oh lord.

The night had been unforgiving to you as of late. Every night you felt like you were being watched over. It was so weird. It didn’t matter if the windows were open or not. Or even if they had blinds over them. Your paranoia was being fed by every noise emanating from the darkness. Now you weren’t afraid of the dark, never had been. But now, oh god the dark was terrifying. The unknown of the dark scared you. Anything could be hiding in there. And with this new “admirer” of yours, your newfound fear of the shadows was being fed a damn feast. The last straw for you was when you came home one night and saw your window broken and front door open. It spooked you too much; what if they were still inside? You couldn’t risk that.

That’s how you found yourself in Tubbo’s house, on his couch, hunched over and shaking over a cup of tea. You don’t remember why you came here, in all honesty. There were so many other people you could have chosen that were more than capable of protecting you. There was Sam, Bad, Sapnap, even Technoblade. Yet you still went to Tubbo. He was a comforting presence for you. And you just really wanted some comfort for this new fear of yours. Is this what I child felt when they were scared of the dark and needed a flashlight? God now you feel so bad for making fun of little kids for needing those.

“Hey are you okay,” a hand just fucking attacks your shoulder and you wip around. Oh god what if the guy got you now- wait it’s just Tubbo. Wow you overreacted there. Your swift actions shocked Tubbo, making him take a few steps away from you. He held his hands up in the air; an attempt to show he meant no harm to you. But you were just relieved at the sight of Tubbo.

“I don’t know,” a lump was forming in your throat. The tea isn't helping at all. You were so upset that you couldn’t even tell what flavor it was. Nor did you ask Tubbo, but that didn’t matter. Only distractions mattered now; a way to get your mind off of the paranoid thoughts. “I think I am”. Your grip on the cup tightened. Some of that was you trying to ground yourself, but another part of it was just tension. It was becoming harder to breathe and you had no idea why. There wasn’t a reason. Start breathing normally again- uh what was that breathing exercise?

Tubbo came around the couch and sat by your side. “Hey, can you look at me really quick?” He grabbed your hands and you looked at him. Somehow looking into his eyes made it harder to breathe. “Okay now repeat after me- wait not repeat. Uh, do what I do. Ready?” You didn’t get a chance to reply before he started. “Okay take a deep breath with me. In through the mouth for five and out the nose for four. In for five, out for four.” A small pattern formed from the mantra. Something about the exercise was extremely comforting, but you were never sure on what it was. Well you knew it had to do with slowing your breathing and helping you focus, but you felt like there was something else to it. There had to be something else to it. Why else would it be able to calm you so well right now?

It took a while, but you finally calmed down. Well, “calmed down” being a relative term. You were tired and numb inside. Your attention was completely focused on the flames in the hearth. They were mesmerizing. Happily dancing away, illuminating the room.

You hadn’t realized what was happening. All you remember is looking at Tubbo and then everything just became blurry. The sting of tears stung your eyes. Oh, you were about to cry again. That’s so annoying, stupid. You had just calmed down and yet you’re still crying. Craving human contact must be a symptom of sadness or some shit because you looked at Tubbo for comfort. And he gave you exactly that; opening his arms to give you a hug. Without a second thought, you essentially flew into his arms. He accepted you immediately and held you close. The tears that had once been contained by a damn once again ran free. Slowly you grew tired. Oh how you despised the act of crying and how it drained you so. A little nap wouldn’t hurt.

__________________________________ The sunbeams were attacking you and it hurt so much. So bright, demanding. You didn’t want to get up. Sleepiness still held you captive, flowed through your body like the very blood you had. Yet the light was relentless, attacking your closed eyes through it’s armor. A valiant effort was made to stay asleep and keep the sunlight out of your eyes. But it was futile. Rolling over did nothing but illicit noise and made you mildly uncomfortable. When you finally gave in, you just stared blankly at the wall.

For a wall, it was pretty. Kinda. It was plain but a stylish kind of plain. A timeless look. It took ages to finally muster the energy to even sit up, but you still did. The view changed yet it didn’t at the same time. It was pretty empty in the room. Three doorways, two next to each other on your right and one on your left, a bed, some curtains, a small nightstand, and a bookshelf. Other than that, there was a ton of open space.

Once you regained some more consciousness, you slipped out of bed. There was a jingle, but you didn’t really pay attention to it. You definitely heard it, you just thought something fell on the floor. Whatever it was could wait. The unexplored room was just waiting for exploration, though you could have easily explored it from your bed because of how empty it was. When you got to one of the doors, you slowly opened it to reveal a closet. It was absolutely filled with clothes you liked. Or some you were missing. Didn’t you own that shirt at home? And that one too? Huh, what a coincidence. Pretty cool.

Not even two steps away from the closet was another door, which you also slowly opened. Didn’t want to hit anyone. Through that door was a bathroom. It was pretty big and pretty. Very shiny and clean. There were some care products in there, some shampoo and conditioner. But you stopped yourself from looking too much. You didn’t want to snoop. It was rather rude to do.

Grogley you turn toward the last mystery door. It was all the way on the other side of the room. Man you weren’t awake enough for this. Yawning, you start your way to the other doorway. That must be the way back to the rest of the mansion. Sadly you didn’t get far. Not even halfway there before you were stopped. More accurately tripped. Something made your foot slip from underneath, making you fall onto your stomach. Everything ached, but your ankle felt weird. It was a different pain. When you tried to pull it closer to examine it, something stopped it and the sound of metal hitting itself rang across the room. You nearly give yourself whiplash from how quickly you turn your head.

A metal cuff clung onto your ankle which in turn was connected to a tense chain. At the other end of the chain was one of the bedposts. Specifically the one closest to the closet and bathroom. That’s odd. Okay now what’s going on here? Oh did Tubbo do this to make you feel more secure? Well it was and wasn’t working all at the same time. Because who puts an ankle chain on somebody?

A knock interrupted your thoughts. From your spot on the floor, you whipped your head back around to the last mystery door. You stayed quiet, wondering if you were just imagining noises. But another knock soon came. It was undeniable, very pronounced and purposeful. Whoever was out there- what could they be here for. Panic started to overtake you again, but the sound of Tubbo’s voice coming from the other side of the door caught your attention.

“Can I come in,” Tubbo announces his presence again with another round of knocks. With the amount of noise you made, you were pretty sure he knew you were awake. But you still replied to him.

“Yeah you can.”

Not even a second after you reply, the door slowly opens and Tubbo peaks his head in. He seemed to have woken up with some bedhead, which made him look boyish. A little careless for physical appearances, which can be an endearing feature. Tubbo gave the room a sweeping look, checking for something. What exactly, you couldn’t tell. But apparently he was satisfied because he opened the doorway entirely. You swiftly stood up, getting as close to the door as you could.

On the other side of the door was Tubbo in some pajamas. He looked a little sleepy, but his happiness shone through it. You smiled at the sight of him, happy that someone came to get you out.

“Good morning, Tubbo!” You gave a toothy grin and spread your arms to emphasize your joy. “Sleep well?”

“Good morning!.” He gave you a toothy smile in return, but it looked odd. Like it was forced, nervous even. But you must’ve just been looking too far into it. “I slept pretty good. How’d you sleep?”

“I slept like a fucking rock,” you reply with a little laughter. “Honestly? Best sleep of the month, man. Really needed it. Thanks for letting me bunk at your place last night.”

“Not a problem at all,” his smile soon became more natural, much bigger. “I really enjoyed having you over”. It seemed like he was going to say something else, but stopped himself. The nervous look reappeared on his face, and you gave the most reassuring look you could. “So about you moving in-”

“Oh yeah that,” your smile disappeared as quickly as it came. “I can’t just do that Tubbo. I just can’t.” Tubbo seemed saddened by your response. “It’s not like I don’t want to live with you,” you explained. “I’d love to live with you and Ranboo, but I have other responsibilities. Things that have to be done very far from the mansion. Seriously, I’d love to stay.”

“Then stay.” It was a simple statement on his part. You thought it was a little banter.

“I’d stay if I could Tubbo. But I gotta go.”

“You can’t go.”

“Yes I can, Tubbo. Now can you please unchain me, I gotta go.” You lift your ankle and shake it along with the chain for emphasis.

But Tubbo doesn’t even give it a look before answering. “You can’t leave.”

His actions are words are a bit worrying now, huh. This is just a silly prank. Any second now he’ll say it’s a joke and release you. Yeah, any moment now.

That moment never comes though.

“Come on now,” Tubbo starts to lead you back to the bed. “Get back in bed. You still look tired.”

“I’m not tired Tubbo,” your voice hardens to emphasise the fact that you really don’t need this shit right now. “Look I’m completely fine and I have to go. This joke isn’t funny anymore. Just unlock the fucking cuff and I’ll be on my way.”

You two stop at the bed and he gently ushers you in. Climbing on the bed to give you a hug. Struggling against him does no good. If anything, it just makes things worse. He just tightens his grip like a damn python. Wtf why is this kid so strong and clingy? This definitely isn’t a good combo.

“Look you aren’t fine. See?” He emphasizes his point by hugging you tighter. Which you don’t like and groan in protest. “You need to rest. It’s fine. You’re home.”

Internally you start to panic. Yo, hold up, what the hell is he talking about? You know damn well you ain’t home or agreed to stay here. So what does he think he’s doing?

There’s a cough from the doorway, and both you and Tubbo’s attention is diverted to the newcomer. At the threshold of the room is Ranboo. A platter loaded with food held between his hands. He looks awkward standing there. And you don’t blame him because you felt awkward just being in the hug. You couldn’t even imagine the embarrassment you’d get from walking in on this shit. When your eyes meet, he gives you a small, unsure smile.

Movement behind Ranboo catches your attention. You look behind Ranboo’s legs to see Micheal clinging onto Ranboo’s pants. He looked so happy. Well, happy being debatable and interpretive. He looked normal but he was making his little happy noises. Micheal bounded over to you, stretching his arms out while making the most adorable little oink noises. You look between Tubbo and Ranboo for any sign. Literally anything for them. But Tubbo just encourages you. So you pick up Micheal and hold him close to your chest.

Tubbo gives a cheer of joy while Ranboo joins in, though a little less enthusiastic. Still the fact he sounded genuinely happy about this situation was worrying. Especially since he knew what was going on. Knew how wrong it all was. Micheal had no idea. Happily oinking way in your lap and messing with your hands. Suddenly two sets of arms entangle themselves around you; pulling themselves toward you for a hug.

Looking down at Micheal, you now question if the backstory you were told about him was true. Was he actually found wandering around? Or was he kidnapped, just like you?

#c: tubbo #c: ranboo #tw: yandere #yandere #dodo writing #mcyt x reader #x reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp!tubbo #dsmp!ranboo #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #yandere tubbo #yandere ranboo #yandere tubbo x reader #tw: kidnapping #tw: drugging #dsmp!ranboo x reader #dsmp!tubbo x reader

[sub-danny]

We met with Laszlo so I needed to ask something about it.

Laszlo forcing himself to keep together as you are in the same room and he wants to make you proud and earn is rightful prize

I added some other things into this drabble such as overstimulation and of course because you sent me the original Laszlo mummy kink request I had to include it in here as well!

Word count: 2k

Warnings: f!reader, sub!Laszlo, handjobs, overstimulation, mummy kink

When Laszlo was arguing for his court cases he was in his prime. He had gained the reputation for being one of the most likely Alienists to get people out of the death sentence or being locked up, if he chooses to take on your case. When criminals were faced with the book they would try everything to get him to take their case on. But Laszlo only chooses the cases of those he deemed needed his help, who shouldn’t be judged for their crime because they didn’t mean for it to happen or that they were in the right for committing it. Or if he found he wanted to study them and deemed them as mentally insane.

There was however another reason as to why Laszlo was always so keen in court, how he would do everything he could to help his defendant and that might be down to how his lovely wife would usually sit in on the court and watch how the trial would go down.

Throughout this trial, Laszlo’s eyes couldn’t help but continuously flicker over to where you sat, but they darted away the moment he feared you might spot him glancing over to you. You always kept your face so passive Laszlo had a hard time trying to analyze and figure out what you were thinking, and what was supposed to be one of his best skills! When he stood up and talked, arguing against what most of the prosecutors claimed about his client, he could feel all the eyes in the room look at him, he could feel their judgemental stares, he knew what they thought of him but he only cared about one opinion in that room.

He had to be a good boy for you. If he won the case today then he was a good boy. If he lost it then he would be a bad boy and you had to punish him accordingly. He needed to be a good boy for you today and he had to make you proud in order for you to reward him. But the more he thought about his potential reward tonight for winning the case, the more aroused he became. As he sat down to briefly take a break as the prosecutor pulled out some more evidence, horror dawned on him as he felt the way his slacks tightened around him, and as he looked down dread filled him as he saw the slight tent within his trousers.

Just the mere presence and thought of you was apparently all Laszlo needed to feel arousal surge within him. With his hand, he tried to push it back down but the feeling of the material being pushed against his aching cock only stimulated the pleasure for him and he had to swallow down a moan that was threatening to prise its way out of his throat.

When it was Laszlo’s turn to stand up again he hovered his weak arm over his crotch in a casual way, hoping no one would take notice of the creases now within it yet his voice sounded like it was straining and wobbling, and panic flicked through him that as you watched him, you might have caught on to what he was struggling with. He didn’t dare imagine what you might do to him if you figured out how hard he got during a court case with lots of other people surrounding the two of you.

He was fearful now with his distraction he would lose this court case, that he wouldn’t be able to pull through and yet remarkably, the defendant was excused of his crime as long as Laszlo took him into his employment. Hearing the verdict made Laszlo extremely happy knowing he wouldn’t be punished today, instead rewarded but still he needed to get home with you without you realising how turned on he was yet. This proved hard as you two rode in the calash opposite each other. He placed his hands in front of his crotch pretending to just rest them there but it wasn’t very convincing of him.

Finally, you two got home and were left within each other’s companies, anticipating what was to come next. He dared not say a word, instead his eyes lingering all over your body as you slowly stepped towards him, placing your hand upon his chest to feel the way it rose with every deep breath in. The touch was intimate and sparked warmth within Laszlo, especially when you trailed your fingers up to his beard, stroking his neck upwards and then finally placing your finger under his chin.

“You were a good boy today Laszlo weren’t you?”

He didn’t dare speak, only nod.

“You made me very proud today.”

The corners of his lips twitched up into a smile as his heart fluttered from his words. Knowing you were proud of him was one of the best feelings he could experience.

“And yet…” you trail off, letting your eyes which were staring into Laszlo’s now drop to his lips. “I couldn’t help but notice you became quite excited near the end.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, your other hand reached forward and cupped Laszlo’s slacks, palming his cock through the thin material. The sensation instantly made his hips twitch, his cock thinking before his mind could. He knew that down there he had started to leak pre-cum which was dripping onto his thighs making him grimace slightly.

“I-I’m sorry mummy,” he chocked out, though it felt like his throat was constricting from the sobs that threatened to fall from his lips, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay darling,” you tell him, giving his crotch a tighter squeeze making him hiss, “It makes me happy to know how much you enjoy my company. You won the case, you’ve earned your reward, but I’m afraid I can’t let you get away without a punishment fully.”

Finally, you pulled your hand away from him again and this time a sob truly did leave his lips as he screwed his eyes shut, upset from the sudden lack of friction and embarrassed at how submissive he had become.

Your hands moved to his shoulder and slowly you pushed him back, guiding him until his legs hit the sofa within the living room to which you forced him to collapse back onto it. The breath was knocked out of him for a moment as his back laid down upon the sofa, and while he was briefly stunned you grasped his ankle, lifting it up and putting it behind the back of the sofa while his other leg dangled off the side, ensuring that he was nicely spread open for you. Because of his age, there was a strain on his thigh muscles to keep his legs so wide open and he knew he would be sore after but he could deal with that in order to please you.

Your fingers fumbled with the buttons on his slacks until you finally pried them open. Tugging them down slightly you watched how his cock was finally freed from its confinments. It bobbed up, slapping his chest with excitement which also caused a few beads of pre-cum to spill from the tip.

“So needy for me,” you mutter, really to yourself but Laszlo heard you and quickly moaned, “Yes” desperately trying to suppress the urge to buck his hips up into the air. Now out of its confinements he ached for friction, something to relieve him of the increasing pressure building up inside of his cock as it hardens and luckily for him you granted him relief.

Your hand wrapped around the warm skin of his cock, and slowly started to pump it, reaching all the way down to his ball sack before pulling your hand up to his tip, to brush your thumb along the tip and side more pre-cum down him to make your movements easier. You could feel the way he started to pulse in your hand, the veins which trailed down his cock pushing against the thin skin.

More moans found their way out of Laszlo’s throat as his face scrunched up from pleasure. His jaw became slack as his mind was flooded in a lustful cloud, all other thoughts and worries leaving his mind. Soon his hips started to move on their own, thrusting his cock into your hand as you pumped him, desperate for more speed. Though his leg was being held behind the sofa it began to shake as he felt his pleasure mounting within him, making him sweat. A few curses in German left his throat as he groaned and let his head fall back on the sofa. His back arched as his balls finally constricted and with one loud groan he finally came all over your hands, rods of cum squirting out of him and landing upon his new, expensive suit. He doesn’t seem to mind at the moment though as all he could do was lie back and let his hips twitch in your hand as the last few squirts of cum stream down his tip and onto your hand.

To his horror, however, you don’t stop moving your hand.

When the last of his pleasure haze left him, the sudden pain of overstimulation strikes him, causing his whole body to suddenly tense up. His head shot up to stare at you wide-eyed, mouth slack in surprise as you pumped his now soft cock. A whimper tears from his throat as his eyes swarm with tears at the stinging pain as you continued to move your hand quickly up and down his shaft, faster now than before.

“Y/n, please, it hurts” he finally is able to cry out, his chest heaving from the deep breaths he is having to take to dull the pain in his cock. His thighs twitched again as more pleas leave his lips, desperately looking at you, but you just shook your head, delivering a devilish smirk to him.

“You were the one who became so excited at just the meet thought of your reward, I am simply giving you the pleasure you craved.”

He opened his mouth again to argue against you but you cut him off, “There’s no use speaking Laszlo, for I won’t let you go until I have milked you dry, until you are too fucked out to even think anymore, only thrust your hips like a good little boy.”

Laszlo cried out at your words realising just how far you were going to push him. It was too much for a man of his age, he wasn’t young he couldn’t keep cumming. And yet though he shook his head and continue you plead with you, you both could feel how his cock started to become hard in your hand again.

He bit his lip harshly and threw his head back as the pain of the overstimulation lead to pleasure for him again. His throat wanted to cry out from the pleasure but his embarrassment from how good he was feeling tried to prevent it. However, all it took was for you to brush your thumb over his sensitive tip, and press down on it and his whole body was thrashing as he cried out. Almost as quickly as last time, he was brought to the edge of his climax. You take his cock a slight tug and that was all it took for him to lose it again, his cock twitching within his palm as his hips violently twitched forward. Though it was less than last time his cock still pumped out more streams of cum all over you and him but his mind was so swarmed in an even intenser pleasure than from his last orgasm he didn’t even notice.

His whole body was shaking for at least three minutes as finally tears started to flow from his eyes from the intensity of the climax. He wasn’t even aware now of the pitiful gasps and moans that left his lips. All he was aware of was how your hand was still moving on his cock and how much it hurt and pleasured him.

#laszlo kriezler #sub!laszlo #laszlo x reader #laszlo kreizler fanfic #laszlo kreizler x reader #laszlo kreizler imagine #laszlo kreizler smut #daniel bruhl #daniel brühl #subdanielbrühl

[marvelouslytrekking]

The Escaped Bride {1/?}

Ch 1: The Arrangement

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader Summary: An arranged marriage to your childhood best friend isn’t exactly how you imagined it but you also couldn’t say you were too upset to be marrying James Barnes.  Word Count: 1741 Warning: arranged marriage, maybe a swear word? A/N: Alrighty folks so I got this idea in like December and have been working on it since. I have quite a bit of it written and am not longer capable of keeping it to myself. Updates on this probably won’t be very consistent but I have most of it plotted so that might help. Please let me know what you think!! Feedback fuels my soul!

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“There is no getting out of this.” Your mother told you sternly. She was not having your fits about the marriage.

“I don’t understand why I can’t choose someone to marry myself!” You huffed.

“This was set up while you were just young. You cannot back out of it now.” Your mother told you, “You two have been inseparable. I don’t know why you are fighting this so much. You aren’t going to find anyone better than James.”

“I want to have a say in my life!”

“Enough of this.” You heard your fathers voice boom from the doorway. It caused you to cringe. “You will marry James, and I will not hear another complaint from you about it.”

“Yes father,” You sighed.

“Now, James is here to see you. You will go, and be civil with him.” He informed you.

You just nodded, walking past your father to go meet James. While you were mad about this marriage, you were excited to see James. Your mother wasn’t wrong, you and James were inseparable. You truly loved James, but you couldn’t stand the idea of having to marry him, and him to not love you. You couldn’t stand the idea that he may one day resent you.

“Hello James,” You smiled, “It’s good to see you.”

“My dear,” He smiled as he saw you walking up to him. “Care to go on a walk?”

“I would love to.” You were relieved at the idea of getting out of your house and away from your parents.

You followed him down a path that the two of you had taken many times. There was an awkward silence that had settled between you. This was the first time you had seen each other since your parents told you the news of what was to happen.

“I have been made aware that you are not exactly happy about this arrangement,” James was finally the one to break the silence and you could hear a small amount of hurt in his voice at the statement.

“I am not thrilled with the idea that my whole life was planned out by someone else,” You told him, “But if I was to be promised to anyone, I guess I am glad it is you.”

James sighed at that. As teens you had spent many days talking of your futures, there was a point where you even talked of marrying each other, but one thing that was always consistent was your anger at watching friends and the older girls in your social circle getting married off without their say.

“I wish it wasn’t being forced on you either,” Bucky admitted, “But I do not care about the fact this was arranged by our parents, I want to marry you. I love you and wouldn’t want to be with anyone but you. If it hadn’t already been in the works, I would be proposing to you myself”

You stopped in place hearing him admit that to you. He stopped as well, turning to you with a look of hope in his eyes.

“I’ve loved you since we were children,” You told him truthfully, “I just couldn’t bear the thought of marrying you if you did not share those feelings. It would have broken my heart.”

“I would never break your heart,” James said with a seriousness in his voice, reaching out and cupping your face in his hands. You place your hands over his, trying to ground yourself so you don’t get lost into the love in his eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

He already leaned down, inches away from your lips but he paused, waiting for your answer. When you nodded, he closed the distance quickly, kissing you slowly.

While it may not be the first time you had shared a kiss, this was different, it was slow, meant to translate the love felt between you two. You pulled away with a smile, finding yourself suddenly very excited about being able to get married. Your marriage was now the freedom you craved and not the prison you feared it to be.

“You know the only problem I have with this?” You asked as you continued to walk, now hand in hand.

“What’s that?” James asked you curiously.

“I have to go back there and admit to both mother and father that they were right.” You groaned. You could already see the smug look your mother would have when you suddenly became happy about the ideal marriage. James laughed at your admission. “Don’t laugh at me!”

“I’m sorry love,” He raised his hands in surrender but still had a smile on his face, “I just thought you’d have a critique about me going back to sea or the church or something. I should have known it was just you being as stubborn as ever.

“You’re going back to sea soon?” You asked, suddenly worried he was going to be gone for a while again. You hated that he had joined the Navy, but you had not been able to convince him not to.

“Not until we’re married.” He told you.

“And then you will leave your new wife alone in a big house by herself?” You gave him a frown.

“I am sure she’ll find plenty of things to occupy her time.” He rolled his eyes at you, “I have been working very hard to complete a library for her.”

Your eyes lit up at that. James was always gifting you with books and the idea that he was creating a library for you had your heart swelling. “I guess she’ll survive the time without him.”

You had unfortunately made it back to your house. “See I told you, look at that smug look.” You whispered to James as you saw your mother watching you reenter the house with him.

That was the last you were able to talk to him as you were quickly whisked away after entering the house. Your mother and his were already starting to plan things and they wanted your opinion. It was all very overwhelming but you were at least now wanting this wedding, so you were able to give your opinion much more freely.

This was how the next few weeks went. You would barely be able to sneak a few moments with James before you were swept away for a fitting, or to pick flowers, or to decide on bridesmaid’s dresses. Everything was a whirlwind but you were just happy to know that in only a short time you would be Mrs. Barnes.

You were currently at your final dress fitting. The wedding was just a week away and you couldn’t be more excited to finally be marrying your childhood best friend.

“Excuse me ma’am,” One of the handmaids interrupted, “James is here and he requested to speak with you, he says it’s urgent.”

You frowned at that. You had no idea what he would deem as urgent to interrupt your last fitting.

“We are basically done here.” You told her, “Tell him I just need a moment to change and I will meet him in the drawing room in a moment.”

You took one final look at the dress before quickly signaling for everyone to help you get undressed. You got back into your normal clothes as quickly as you possibly could.

“James, what is it?” You asked as you finally entered the drawing room. He was pacing around the room which only made you more nervous.

“I am so sorry, my love,” James sighed as he walked up to you, “We must postpone the wedding.”

“Why on earth?” Your frown deepened.

“I have to go back out to sea,” He told you.

“You promised you weren’t leaving until after the wedding, James.”

“I know, and I wish I had a choice, I truly do.” The look in his eyes told you he was sincere, “There are pirates threatening a major port that we cannot lose, they need all the help they can get.”

“How long?” You asked.

“Shouldn’t be long at all,” He told you, “I will be back before you know it, and we will then get married and finally be together, I promise.”

“You better come back to me,” You said softly. The idea that he was leaving to fight off pirates left you terrified for his safety.

“I will, I could never leave you.” He leaned down and gave you a brief kiss.

“I love you,” You whispered against his lips.

“I love you too,” He replied “I can’t wait to get back to you and get married.”

“Be safe,” You told him as he broke away from you to leave.

You hated the pit you felt in your stomach as you watched him leave. You felt it every time he left to go to sea. He assured you that he knew what he was doing and he would always make it back, and so far he had but it didn’t make it any easier.

You didn’t sleep well in the nights that followed. Your mother and father had to deal with getting everything delayed but make sure it would be ready when he returned. Not only were they antsy to marry you off, they knew that is what you wanted.

You were relaxing under a tree, reading a book, trying to distract yourself when you noticed a carriage in your driveway. You watched as a man in a uniform stepped out, and you felt your stomach drop. You knew that James’ parents were over visiting with yours and discussing more wedding arrangements. You had a feeling that whatever the man was saying it was not going to be good.

You were quick to get up and rush to the door as well. Whatever news he was going to give you wanted to be in the room to hear it.

You made it into the house quickly and made your way to the study.

“I am sorry to inform you, but James Barnes was killed in action by Pirate Roberts.”

You couldn’t help the sob that slipped past your lips. You could barely comprehend the thought that James was gone. You had even been able to start your life with him and he was just dead? You felt yourself collapse but were caught by your handmaid before you hit the ground.

“No, he can’t” You sob into her side, “He promised me he would come home,”

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[animeomegas]

(infertile alpha request) oh, sorry! Preferably Naruto, Death Note or Obey me

(Thank you so much for clarifying! I’ve done Naruto and Death Note 💓 Enjoy!)

Naruto – He is a bit sad when he hears the news. He definitely wanted to adopt at least one child, so he’s not sad about never having children, because he knows he still can easily, but he was kinda really looking forward to being pregnant. He wanted to know what it was like, all the things he’d seen other couples go through (ultrasounds, cravings, birth classes), and it’s a little startling to have that dream suddenly ripped away from him. He’s not comfortable with any other conception methods, so he adopts all his children. But, when he’s cuddled up with his three adopted children, he can’t believe he was ever upset about not having biological children, and the thought that having biological children would have stopped him adopting all of his current children makes him feel sick because he can’t imagine a life without all his precious pups. Where would they be if he didn’t adopt them? Naruto decides that it was better this way, in the end.

Sasuke canon – Sasuke is very conflicted, at first. He had been clinging onto this dream of reviving his clan since he was a child, but now the only person he could ever tolerate having sex with can’t give him that… He’s not getting a donor, no way. There are no orphans from his clan to adopt. He honestly doesn’t know what to do, there seems to be no good answer. In the end, I think he would decide to just never use birth control and see what happens. The chances may be extremely slim, but he’s not comfortable with any other conception method, so it’s this or nothing. It might actually be quite a good experience for Sasuke in the end, because he is finally forced to examine some of the goals he clung to as a child to keep himself from breaking down and see if they are something he ever actually wanted. He might think about what life would have been like with his own pup occasionally, but he’s never been as happy as he is with his alpha and that is more than good enough for him (but not good enough for the council who harass him about having as many children as possible, constantly.)

Sasuke non-massacre AU – He doesn’t think it’s a big deal tbh. He got himself sterilised while he was in his early twenties because he didn’t want to deal with the possibility of getting pregnant, and he had to fight his clan for it! So, he’s glad that you won’t have to do that same, but it’s easier for alphas anyway. If you’re in a relationship with him, then you obviously don’t want pups, so he doesn’t think much about it. He’s like “Oh, okay,” then ends the discussion.

Shikamaru – This might be a problem… His child will be the next clan leader and they have to be of his blood, as is clan tradition. He would probably have to go for a donor to get pregnant, probably some distant clan member he’s never met before, but he feels really weird about it. He doesn’t like it, but he bites his tongue for once and gets on with it. He keeps it a secret from most people. The other biological parent is a clan member, so he just lets people believe that Shikamaru’s Nara genes were super strong, and that’s why there’s none of his alpha in their pup. I don’t think he would ever tell his pup that they weren’t biologically the child of both of their parents, he doesn’t think it matters and he doesn’t want to cause drama or have to involve the other bio parent if his pup asks after them. It’s better left as a family secret.

Shino – His situation is similar to Shikamaru’s. His child will be the next clan leader and in order to have a kikaichu and be trained like his clanmates, they have to be biologically an Aburame. Shino is also not comfortable with other conception methods, but mainly because he’s terrified of his alpha rejecting the pup if they aren’t theirs or reacting badly if Shino is pregnant with someone else. Some alphas have a hard time with those instincts and can’t accept non-biological pups or get violent when their mate is carrying someone else’s offspring. Shino is pretty scared. He also is so humiliated during the invasive insemination procedure. In the end, he had nothing to worry about, as his alpha was the perfect parent to their pup, but for about a year, Shino is constantly stressed that everything is going to change suddenly, and his mate will snap and leave them or something. It’s a tough time for him.

Neji – He’s actually quite relieved. It makes him feel a lot less guilty for his own fertility problems. If you’re both sterile, he’s sad that you’re both lacking something you want, but it makes dealing with his own problems easier. There are many orphans in the clan, so you both adopt from that pool, and Neji couldn’t be happier and prouder of his children.

Kakashi – Thank fuck for that. He got sterilised when he was in ANBU, just in case he had any missions that involved seduction. Kakashi might make a joke about how you’re lucky that you got to avoid the hospital and still be sterile. He wishes lol. Anything that helps him remain childless is good in his book.

Iruka – He makes sure his mate isn’t upset, but Iruka himself is totally fine. He wouldn’t mind not having children at all, and if they both decided to have children, Iruka would want to adopt anyway. He thinks it makes so much more sense to adopt when there are so many pups who need loving homes. He does get a little sad if his mate is sad though, but only out of empathy, not because he himself is sad.

Itachi canon – It is very helpful for him. While Itachi has issues with his heat and his health, he doesn’t have many problems getting pregnant, he just can't carry to term. And birth control is hard as a missing nin, so he’s very glad that he doesn’t have to worry about it. (Miscarriages are not fun, and with a fertile mate he would certainly have suffered through a few). It’s better for him this way, his circumstances prevent him from having children anyway.

Itachi non-massacre AU – He’s devastated. He doesn’t blame his alpha at all, but he’s very upset. His clan will never let him adopt, if they're losing one of their best shinobi to stay at home and raise children, those children better be the new top shinobi, so they have to be his biological children. He using artificial insemination, and he uses the sperm of another Uchiha (one that he's not directly related to). The clan elders are overjoyed that Itachi's pups will be 100% Uchiha blood rather than mixed. But Itachi is very, very firm about making legal protections for his mate as their pups' parent. He doesn't want his clan to pull anything to try and exclude his alpha or claim that his mate doesn't have authority over their own child. He's very firm about those conditions.

Sai – Huh, well, he hadn’t given pups much thought tbh. He’s totally okay with not having children, he genuinely doesn’t care that much. He likes it just being his alpha and him, so why change it?

Gaara – He’s another one who is completely devastated when he hears the news, but he is very stoic about it on the outside because he wants to be a good support for his alpha who might be struggling. He really mourns being able to carry his alpha’s pups. He doesn’t want to adopt because he really wants to carry a pup and breastfeed and everything, but he’s also worried about his alpha feeling betrayed or excluded if he goes for a sperm donor. He’s desperate for his own children, two at least, so he wants to use a sperm donor.

...

L – He nods and files it away in his brain with all the other information about his beloved, but he doesn’t file it as important. You have already agreed to not have children, so it doesn’t matter either way.

Light – Hmm, this is a problem for his plan. He needs someone to take over the perfect world he’s creating, and he was planning on it being the biological child of him and his mate. Well, it needs to be his child, but it doesn’t matter too much if it’s also his alpha’s biological child. Light isn’t comfortable with artificial insemination, but he’s down for seducing one of his fangirls/fanboys and using them. He wouldn’t tell them that the pup is theirs though because he doesn’t want to be tied down to someone he can’t stand. If they got too suspicious that his pup was theirs, they might find themselves the victims of a mysterious death.

Matsuda – He’s distraught for you and himself. He’s a very traditional person who wants traditional things, a couple of kids, a nice house, a dog, that kind of thing. He would want to try every possible method to conceive naturally, but after two years going back and forth between various fertility clinics, it’s clear that he’s not going to get what he wants. Matsuda goes back and forth between various other methods but eventually decides to adopt an infant. He never really stops hoping that he’ll magically become pregnant, but that doesn’t mean he loves his child any less, because he absolutely dotes on them.

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[parker-razor]

show me, feel me, teach me -  ch. 3

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female!reader x mando (no y/n)

word count: 2.3k

series summary: during a drinking game, you let slip that you don’t know much about sex. mando offers to show you what you’ve been missing, and you happily accept.

warnings: smuttttt (extended warnings under the cut), fluff, angst if you squint??

a/n: this was written under the influence of half a bottle of barefoot wine and utter exhaustion.... i love a good slow burn but i can't help rushing some romance!! maybe i need to stop writing all of these in one sitting...

extended warnings: phone sex, masturbation, oral (f receiving), mentions of oral (m receiving), plenty of dirty talk ooh la la yummy

*****

It had been a while since your last lesson. Well, not that long, but long enough that you were going crazy without being with Mando in that way. He had picked up pucks from Karga, and after you arrived at the planet where his first bounty was located, Mando was straight out the ship to go hunt.

“Take care of the kid, I shouldn’t be too long.” His gloved hand hesitated for a moment before coming up to stroke your cheek and tweak one of Grogu’s ears, who was resting on your hip.

You hated when Mando left; the ship was always so quiet, save for Grogu’s coos and cries. There wasn’t much to do other than play with the kid, take naps, and daydream about what Mando might be doing at that moment. Now that the two of you had been… intimate, waiting for Mando to come back seemed even harder than before.

The planet you were on currently – Tattoine, you think Mando said – was hot and sandy, a lot like the planet you had grown up on. Except on Tattoine, crime was much more rampant and severe. Normally when Mando went on hunts, you were able to take the kid into the nearby town and visit all the little shops and restaurants. But here, you were forbidden from even leaving the ramp of the ship, which made it harder to occupy your time and keep Grogu entertained.

Sleep those couple of days was hard to come by since Grogu had little ways to get his energy out. Most nights he either fought sleep or tried to play with you all through the night. You’d try to coax him to sleep by cuddling with him, getting a few minutes of sleep when he would entertain the idea of resting. But after a bit, he’d wrestle himself out of your arms and babble at you until you had no choice but to play with him.

One aspect that made everything a little better was the comm link that Mando left in case you needed him. The two of you didn’t talk too frequently on them since Mando was usually busy, but it was a welcomed comfort to know that you could reach him at any time.

After three days of Mando not coming back and Grogu barely sleeping, you were at your wits end. You had resorted to chasing him around the ship just to tire him out, which somehow worked. On the third night, Grogu finally dozed off while you fed him dinner, and you silently cheered to yourself. Thank the Maker, you could finally sleep.

Except, when you finally shut yourself in your quarters and turned off the lights, you were wide awake. It must have been the weird push of adrenaline that came with little sleep, you thought as you tossed and turned. Then another thought came to you: could Mando still be awake?

You had no clue what his sleep schedule was while on a hunt. Did he even sleep? You wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t, and you could understand why he’d be so exhausted when he would come back. But if you weren’t going to sleep for a while, you might as well find out if he was up.

You grabbed the comm next to your bed and paged him, waiting for an answer.

“What is it? Is everything okay?” he responded after a few minutes of silence.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I just couldn’t sleep,” you said sheepishly. You started to wonder if this was a bad idea; maybe he was busy and you were bothering him. Or maybe he wasn’t busy and you were bothering him.

“Oh. Well, I’m glad you called. I was… I was thinking about you,” he said in the comm. Your body was wrapped in warmth when he said that. He was thinking about you. You had to wonder if he thought about you often; Maker, you hoped so.

“Same here. How’s the hunt?” You heard Mando sigh, like his body was ready to shut down and rest.

“Almost got him. I’ll be back soon. Is the kid behaving?” Mando asked, his voice filled with exhaustion.

“He didn’t sleep for almost three days, but I finally got him down. This is the first night I’ve been able to sleep since you left.”

“So why aren’t you asleep?”

“I don’t know. I just can’t sleep. It would-“ You stopped yourself, afraid to get too vulnerable with Mando.

“What were you gonna say?”

“I… was just gonna say it’d be easier to sleep if you were here. I don’t think I’ve ever slept better than when you would hold me,” you said, blood filling your cheeks with embarrassment.

“Oh, my sweet girl. I wish I was with you now.” You lips turned upward into a smile that made your cheeks hurt, eyes shutting to take in the warmth that filled you. He missed you.

“I miss… the way you touch me. I like how rough your hands feel.”

“Yeah? What else do you like, pretty girl?” Mando responded, his voice in a mocking tone. You gulped, skin getting hot and a dull ache between your legs start to grow.

“I like your mouth. And how your scruff scratches my legs. You always feel so good.” You heard Mando sigh at your words like he was having a hard time controlling himself.

“I like having my mouth on you. I like how your thighs tightened around my head when you’re getting close,” he said, his voice getting raspy like it usually does when the two of you would mess around. “You know what else I like, baby? Teaching you this stuff. Maker, you’re so innocent it drives me crazy. I love getting to be the first person to make you feel good, to show you what to do.”

“Mando…” you sighed “I’m… aching.”

“Are my words turning you on, sweet thing? That’s what that ache means, baby. It means you want me. You want me to help it go away?”

“I… I’ve never made myself cum on my own before. Any time I’d try before it didn’t feel good… You’re the only one who’s made me cum, Mando.” You heard him groan at your words, knowing that you were having the same effect that he was having on you.

“I’ll tell you how, sweet girl. I’ll teach you how to feel good. When I’m gone, you do as I say, but you have to call on the comm when you do. I want to hear you.”

“Please, Mando, please just tell me how,” you whined, rolling in your bed with your legs crossed to relieve some of the tension.

“Okay, baby, okay. How about you take your pants off, okay? Your underwear, too. Stars, I bet you’re wet for me already. Gonna make you feel so good when I get back, I swear.” You shuffled your shorts down your legs and threw them to the floor.

“Now what?”

“You need to get your fingers wet. Reach down between your legs and get your fingers wet, okay? I know you’re already wet for me, sweet girl, get some of it on your fingers.” You dipped your fingers between your lips, collecting your wetness that was coming from your hole. You gasped, already feeling some relief.

You could hear Mando start to gasp on the other end of the comm. He was touching himself, you thought, to the sound of you rubbing your pussy.

“Rub your fingers around the top of your pretty little cunt, baby. You’re gonna feel for your clit. When you find it, you’ll know. Maker, I miss you.” You felt around for a moment, not feeling anything extraordinary. Until you felt a little bump and rubbed it; it was then that you felt that insane pleasure that you hadn’t felt accept with Mando.

“Oh f-fuck Mando…”

“That’s it baby, you found it didn’t you? That’s my good girl, keep rubbing it in little circles, it’s gonna feel so g-good.”

“T-Tell me what you’re doing, Mando. I know you’re touching yourself, but I want you to describe it, please.” Your fingers started going faster until you were almost humping your hand.

“You wanna hear me tell you that I’m stroking my cock, sweet girl? You want to know I’m imagining it’s your hand instead? F-fuck, baby, feels so good,” he groaned out. Your back started to arch, high whines coming from the back of your throat. You kept picturing what Mando looked like the morning you woke up to him jerking off, the way he was leaking out of the tip and how he tasted when you licked his seed off your hand.

“Mando, I want you h-here, it’s not the same…”

“I know, but it has to be good enough for now. You’re such a good girl for me, keep going. Imagine it’s my tongue flicking at your pretty little pussy.” If anything, his words spurred you on more than your movements to your clit. You started to tilt your hips to find a position that felt just right, until you shifted your hips downwards and clenched around nothing. You gasped, and that’s when you started to feel that burning grow in your lower tummy.

“Fuck Mando, it feels so good. I-I want you so badly, tell me what you’ll teach me next, please baby.”

“Sweet girl, you wanna know what else I’ll show you? Remember when you stroked my cock? Next time I’ll have you use your mouth instead, how does that sound?” You could hear squelching from his end of the comm, signaling that his movements were quickening.

“Why- why do you want my mouth on you?” You circled your clit even faster, craving that high so badly.

“Because, my good girl, to me it’ll feel like how it feels when I fuck your pussy. So warm and wet, so soft. It’ll be s-so good until I can finally be inside you, when you’re ready. Fuck, baby, stars I want you.”

“I want you in my mouth. I wanna taste you again, Mando, please let me taste you.” The coil in you started to tighten, and as your moans increased so did Mando’s.

“That’s my g-good girl, my sweet girl, so f-fucking good for me, wanna make you feel so fucking good when I get back.”

“M-Mando, gonna… gonna cum… please I’m gonna c-cum…”

“Do it, sweet girl. Be a good girl and cum for me, know you can do it…” Your vision whited out somewhere while he spoke, shuddering and gasping for air as white hot pleasure took over your body. It wasn’t as strong as the orgasms that Mando gave you himself, but Maker did it feel good. As you came down, you could hear Mando shout as he came with you.

All of the energy left your body after you caught your breath, The days of not sleeping and the intense orgasm you just had all crashed down on you until you were dozing off.

“Mando… have to… sleep…”

“Sleep, my love. I’ll be holding you soon.” You blacked out after that.

*****

You woke up, at first noticing how pitch black the room was. Then you noticed a burning between your legs, and a drowning wetness.

“What… what is that…”

“It’s me, sweet one. Just let me taste you.” All of the sudden, as Mando flew back between your legs to suck at your cunt, you were blinded by an insane pleasure, almost to the point of blacking out. It made you wonder how long Mando had been at this, eating you out, for you to cum so fast. And you knew he was doing it because he missed the way you tasted as you flooded his mouth with cum, rather than for your pleasure.

You gasped for air until Mando suffocated you with kisses, pouring into it how much he truly missed you these past few days. You were so close to falling asleep again that you almost missed how Mando kissed the side of your face and whispered…

“I missed you, sweet love… Let me hold you.”

*****

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[imtheasssniffer]

Rank Romance?

As the first member of your family to go to college. There was a lot of pressure on you. You had known work your entire life, and now was no exception. Your parents hustled, and sent you spare change every month, but that didn’t stop you from having two jobs.

After your first semester of disappointing grades. You realized that the only way to save your gpa was to get a roommate, and relieve yourself of some of the financial burden you were struggling with. That’s where Riley came in. After he moved into the apartment you now shared. You were able to quit one of your jobs and focus more of your time on studies. Riley was, well beautiful. He played on the schools football team, which gave a nice strong build, and an admirable ass.

The first time you met Riley. Was a little awkward, as a timid gay man you usually didn’t talk to the jocks around campus, because it felt a little dangerous. Conversing with Riley was strenuous. You were so unsure of what to say, or feel. But Riley was sweet, for the most part at least. The first day you two hung around the apartment together he said,

“Up high!” Before stretching his arm as vertically as he could, and shoving your face in his pit. At the time you didn’t know how to react, other than to hide the way your dick sprung from the ripe smell of his armpit. He laughed it off, but you thought about it for the next couple of nights. Little did you know this was the sort of behavior you’d grow used to. After weeks of living together you were able to successfully evade any unwanted erections from coming to Riley’s attention. He kept up with his shenanigans. Not flushing the toilet, tea-bagging you, rubbing his musty body on you and even sitting on you once when you were laying on the couch. Not to mention the countless amounts of times he had burped, or farted in your direction, or directly onto your body. It wasn’t all cruel tricks though. To your surprise you two got along well. You and Riley had study sessions together whenever there were tests coming up, and you were both off of work.

Today you two scheduled to study together. You decided to read ahead while waiting for him to get back home from work. You heard the door click open, and Riley walked in. He looked tired, and sweaty. The glistening on his forehead made you bite your lip. You tried not to lust over him, but to live with someone so attractive, and not crave their body was more difficult than not. The way he walked, the way his body stunk up the entire apartment after football practice, the way he was so arrogant yet charming. He was a good friend too, and very understanding. Other than the overall stinky nature of his body, and habits he was a perfect roommate.

As Riley walked it you waved at him, and he smiled back at you.

“These damn exams are killing me man,” he complained as he walked over to his closet You each had a closet. Barely big enough to stand in, but you made do, and put curtains in front of the doors. To provide some privacy in order for you to get dressed.

“Good thing you have such a great study partner,” you joked back sarcastically. Riley laughed a little, and then dissappeared behind the curtain, and after a few moments returned completely naked. You were distracted by your book, but you looked up to the sound of him clearing his throat aggressively. Everything was perfect. A pair of somewhat saggy and full balls hung behind a flaccid yet impressive uncut cock, and a stomach that wasn’t a perfect six pack, but didn’t need to be, because the fat that clung to his bones sat in all the right places. His chest was perky, and muscular further extenuating his big arms and shoulders. Seeing him naked wanted to make you melt into him. You nearly drooled at first sight, but quickly tried to stop before things got weird between the two of you,

“Ew man put some clothes on. I don’t like the way your dick is eyeing me.” You both chuckled, and then Riley responded with,

“What, you don’t like what you see?” He had turned around now. He was playing with his ass. Massaging his cheeks, and allowing his fat to jiggle. You were transfixed, until an all too familiar sound startled you,

PPpPppPFfFfTtTtTt

“Ahh, man I’ve been holding that in all day,” he moaned. Clearly relieved to decompress. In the comfort of his home.

“Great. Can we get to work?” You replied a little annoyed. As much as you wished that fart were ballooning your cheeks, and sliding down your throat. You were genuinely concerned about this test that was coming up. Riley just looked at you and sighed. He moved towards his closet, and just before going in he stopped and pulled his cheeks apart. You stared at his hole. Watching as if almost in slow motion. His hole pulsed, and then slowly,

BBbBBrRRFfTt

The scent was faint, from the distance, but you could tell it was rank. He then stepped into the closet, and got dressed in a pair of briefs, and a pair of tight, short, shorts. When he walked out you eyed him without hesitation. He was looking for his books, and not paying attention to you. After finally finding his study materials, he sat across from you on the other side of your coffee table. You two sat on the floor. It was comfy enough, and provided enough room to spread out all of your materials. Once he settled on the ground you watched as he leaned to one side and,

bbBRrRuUMmpPtt

The fart echoed off the floor. Lasting 5 seconds it was loud, and rancid. It smelt very meaty, and had you been anyone else it probably could’ve cleared you out of the room.

“Sheesh. You’re going to disturb the downstairs neighbors,” you complained jokingly. Riley just laughed and said,

“Bonus points of they’re eating.”

“Ew,” you groaned in response, and tried to get back to the task at hand when again,

ppRrRFfFtTTaAaaRrTtT

You looked at Riley fake annoyed.

“What I’m sorry man. I’m really gassy today, and I couldn’t fart at work,” he apologized.

“Whatever,” you quickly grumbled, before continuing with your lesson.

“So when writ-“

PPpHHhlLaArRTttSss

“Is cutting off our limited study time getting you off,” you said getting genuinely annoyed now.

“No, but I could find myself getting off on cutting off your air,” Riley joked menacingly.

“What?” You asked genuinely confused. Riley then stated,

“I mean my ass your face. My farts your air.”

“Don’t even-“ you tried to get up, but before you could even get on your feet. Riley pounced on you. Wrestling you roughly into submission, until he finally got you in position. He was on his knees. Straddling your face with his thighs, and his crotch reaching just over your bottom lip.

“Ok. Riley get off. We get it. You are more physically athle-“

BbbRrRaaPpPTt

He ripped a gnarly 4 second fart that rumbled on your chest and burned your nostrils.

“Riley p-“

ppPFfFRrRtT

“Stop,” you screamed as you slapped his thighs. You could feel his dick growing over your face in his shorts. The smell had gotten so rancid that you started to cough. Choking on the putrid stench of Riley’s rotten bowels that stunk of spoiled meat, and curdled cheese. No doubt the scent of a college jocks ass.

Your dick was painfully erect. Maybe it was from the lightheadedness, or maybe it was from the complete arousal you felt being pinned between his legs stuck to endure his awful farts. All you knew was that there was no way of hiding the boner that resided behind his fat ass.

PhHHRRrfftTt

“Ahh, sniff it. I love to hear you gag.” Riley began to rub his ass and crotch back and forth. Engraining his stink on your face.

“Fuckk,” he moaned as he placed his hole over your nose.

ppPFfRrtT

His airy little toot warmed up your face quite a bit. You began to gag at the intense stench that lingered over your nose. After retching a few times Riley finally stood up. He stood over you with his feet on either side of your shoulders.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. That was too far,” Riley apologized. You could clearly see he meant it, but it was sudden, and kind of unexpected. Riley always did stuff like this. Maybe not this intense, but it wasn’t the first time you had choked on one of his farts. You weren’t even mad. You were just trying to find a way to hide your boner.

“Listen. I’ve gotta be honest. I have a huge crush on you, and the only way I knew how to keep it casual between us was to gross you out, but I can’t do it anymore.” You looked up at him shocked. He had a crush on you? You laughed thinking it was a joke, but when he flashed a look of confusion, you realized that he was being serious. Riley smiled anxiously, and started to nervously laugh. Clearly trying to lighten the mood, as he was unsure of what you were feeling, but you felt the same. Beyond physical attraction Riley was respectful, helpful, smarter than you’d imagine, and yes he was sloppy at times, but it was endearing. Unsure of what to do you didn’t speak, but instead you sat up and rubbed his dick, cradling it in your right hand. It was clearly trying to grow erect, but thwarted by the fabric of his briefs and shorts. He looked down at you with a twinkle in his eyes, and that’s when you knew for a fact that it wasn’t some practical joke. He wanted you, and you so desperately craved him. With a swift movement of your left hand you grabbed at his waistband, and began to slowly pull it down. He stuck his thumbs in the back of his shorts, and helped you to pull them over his voluptuous ass. You let go of his dick, and placed your right hand on the waistband. Reaching further back. You gently rubbed his thigh all the way down to his ankle as you pulled his clothes off of him. Feeling the hair on his legs glide against your hands, and watching as his erect penis shot out of his clothes. Once all the way down, he moved to get his shorts and underwear from around his feet, and placed them on the couch behind you. You simply gawked as his manhood swung, almost hypnotically in front of your eyes. He looked down at you. Riley looked so focused. His gaze could cut a diamond. As he stood straight back up. You stared back into his eyes, and all of their intensity. While staring into his eyes. You maneuvered yourself onto your knees, and knelt over to his feet. Lightly sniffing, and then kissing them. You then traced his body with your hands as you made your way up to his dick. Fully erect, you wanted nothing more than to please him, so you did. You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, and began to lick. You heard loud moans come from above you, and you could feel his knees getting weak.

“You know I don’t mind the stink,” you said taking his dick out of your mouth.

“It was kind of hot. I always hid my boner, cause I thought you were straight,” you continued.

“Are you saying my dick stinks?” Riley joked, as he slowly made his way down to his knees.

“Yeah you need to showe-“ Riley didn’t let you finish. He pulled you into a deep kiss. It was slobbery, and wet. You didn’t mind. There was something so attractive about his ability to be as carefree and disgusting, yet make it cute.

Riley pulled away, and looked down at your body. He started to take off your shirt. He was gentle, and sensual. He took his time, and kissed your chest as he pulled the shirt over your face. making his way down your body. He pushed you onto the floor, where you were now laying on your back. With him on top of you. He smiled at you as he made his way down your torso stroking his dick as he inched backwards towards your cunt. With the same carefulness, but more rapid. Riley took off your sweatpants, and underwear.

“You know I never could stand those sweatpants,” he said lightly, smirking at you. He began to stroke his cock again, and he used his now free hand to rub your hole. Spitting on it, and sticking his fingers inside of you. You yelped as he shoved his second, third and then fourth finger in your hole stretching you out.

“Does it hurt,” he mumbled softly. You nodded your head yes, which prompted him to then ask,

“Do you want me to stop?” You shook your head no in response. Of course you didn’t want him to stop. The feeling of his fingers filling your hole, and rubbing your ass was heavenly.

“Can I put my dick inside of you?”

You nodded your head yes, and watched as he slowly moved his member down to your hole. He rubbed it against the outside of your anus. Grinding it up and down. Until he finally slid it in. You both let out a moan, as his dick passed the barrier of your asshole and entered the threshold of your insides. He began to thrust into you. Slowly at first, but he gradually got faster and rougher. You moaned in ecstasy as his pelvis clapped against the bottom of your thighs. Riley laughed as he looked into your eyes. His face was full of happiness. He smiled as he inhaled. Breathing heavy, he held squeezed legs and squinted. Contorting his face in a manner that made you think he was ready to cum, but instead,

bbBlLlSsSPPsStTtssrRrPptT

You came as the fart rang out. The pure stink that Riley had trapped you in as he fucked you was beautiful. It was a loud 10 second fart, and it pushed its way out of his clenched ass. Riley laughed hysterically, which was replaced momentarily by ooh’s and moans.

“Fuckk.” You felt his body tense as he came inside of you.

“Fuuuckkk.” You felt him pull out, his cum followed, and oozed out of your anus. Riley took large breaths, nearly gasping for air.

“They don’t teach you breath control?” You teased. He just replied with a smile, and laid down on top of you.

You could feel his warm sweat melt into your skin, as the two of you embraced on the floor with him on top of you. He was kind of heavy, but you didn’t mind. You found his weight comforting. Not to mention the fact that you were trapped in his musk. His body smelled so manly, and ripe. It wasn’t the last time you two came that night, and it wasn’t the last study date to go rogue

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE BLOOD Vol.5: Mukami Yuma [Track 9+10]

Original title: どうでもいい & オレが噛み砕いてやる

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, Blood Vol. 5: Mukami Yuma [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Tatsuhisa Suzuki

Translator’s note: I survived another More, Blood CD...but I’m not sure if the same can be said about the MC in this one, oof. All of these early era CDs end in a super vague way where you can’t really tell if she ends up living or dying from blood loss. The latter seems more likely but logic doesn’t apply to the DL universe most of the time. :p I did enjoy translating this one because I just love the way Yuma talks. I used to struggle with him the most in terms of translating, but I’ve finally found a style I’m comfortable with and now he’s one of my favorite characters to translate for. 

Track 1+2 ll Track 3+4 ll Track 5+6 ll Track 7+8 ll Track 9+10

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TRACK 9: Whatever

*Rustle rustle*

“Fuck...I didn’t approach ya with this intention but...The more I suck yer blood...the better it becomes...Haah...I see...Right...I can just suck ya completely dry...then hand over yer empty, withered body to him. Hehe~ Aren’t I a genius? ...Ya think so too, don’t ya?”

*Smack smack*

[00:50] “Oi...Are ya listenin’? ...Ahn? Ya want to remain mine as well, don’t ya?”

*Rustle*

“Ah...Fuck...I’m thirsty again...The fuck’s goin’ on? This is bad...Did I get bewitched by yer blood as well?”

*Rustle rustle*

*Thud*

“Haah...Ughーー”

*RIIIIIIP*

“Haah...I bet you’re hidin’ even delicious blood somewhere, aren’t ya? Show me...!”

*RIIIIIP*

“Ughーー! Where is it!? Show it to me...!!”

*Sniff*

[01:44] “Haah...Smells great...Yer back smells lovely too...Aah...Your blood is more fragrant...than any perfume out there...”

He starts licking your back.

*Sluuuuurp*

“Haah...I can taste it even through your skin...Hahn...Mmh...”

*Sluuuuurp*

[02:26] “...I’m ashamed of myself...I’m actin’ like a starved dog right now...”

You beg for his fangs.

“Hehe...Aahー I don’t mind plungin’ my fangs in right away but the nerves here are really sensitive, ya know?”

*Rustle rustle*

[02:49] “Am I gonna go mad after I’ve indulged in every drop of blood flowin’ through your veins...? In that case, I want to take my time and savor the taste of yer blood for as long as I can...”

*Rustle*

“Mmh...Nn...Yer body is seriously sweet...This is messed up...Were ya made to be a Vampire trap or somethin’...?”

*Sluuuuurp*

[03:26] “I bet they got pushed ‘round by ya like this as well, didn’t they? In that case, they might be feelin’ relieved now that they’ve finally been freed from ya...Or perhaps they’re already frantically lookin’ to get ya back?”

*Rustle*

“But...Haahn...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Aah...Hah...I won’t give ya up...Not to anyone...You belong to me. Don’t ya dare offer yer body to any other guy. Haah...”

*Sluuuuurp*

[04:14] “I see...All these dirty marks left across yer body are proof of possession, aren’t they? Hehe...Now it all makes sense. ...You’ve had all these guys leave their mark on ya from head to toe, yet you’re still not satisfied? Haha...What a greedy girl ya are. Ya disgust me.”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Hnnー!”

*Sluuuuurp*

[05:01] “Ugh...Haah...!! Haah, haah...It has started flowin’ out...The blood from here...is really sweet too...How to put it...? Like a fruit...It oozes out like juice the moment you bite down...Haahn...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Hah...Mmh...Nn...”

*Sluuuuurp*

[05:36] “Aahー!! It coats the inside of my mouth...Seepin’ inside my body...Haah...This shit’s dangerous...One sip is enough to completely ruin ya...However, the moment ya get a taste, you’re done for...Haah...I don’t even want to imagine havin’ to go back to drinkin’ any other blood...Ahー For some reason...I no longer give a damn ‘bout anythin’ else.

[06:25] ...I want you...I want your blood...oh-so badly...I don’t know what to do with myself...I bet ya want me to mess ya up real good with my fangs as well, don’t ya...? I can tell that yer whole bein’...that yer blood is seekin’ me out...wantin’ me to bite ya all over...until ya drown in me...”

TRACK 10: I’ll Rip You Up With My Fangs

*Rustle*

“Haah...Twist your body more...Writhe around...tryin’ to lure me in...Come on. Where do ya want it next? Haah...Look at ya lyin’ there pantin’ while havin’ a guy hover over ya...Haha...It’s hilarious...”

*Rustle*

[00:39] “At this rate...I might end up devourin’ ya whole...I must have a few screws loose as well...It’s all yer fault tho’...Aren’t ya infected with some weird virus or somethin’...? One that makes Vampires grow exceptionally attached to ya...”

*Rustle*

“Well then...Where do ya want my fangs next? I’ll plunge them right in...Deeply...Down to the very core...”

*Rustle*

Yuma bites you again.

“Mmhーー!!”

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp*

“Mmh...Nn...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“...Aah...”

*Rustle*

[01:49] “I sunk my fangs into yer lower back...Hehe, bet ya can no longer even tell where I’m bitin’, can ya? Hah...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Nnh...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Mmph...Nn...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Hah...Ughーー!!”

*Rustle rustle*

[02:24] “Oi...Say somethin’...If it feels good or not...I don’t want to feel like I’m gettin’ it on with some lifeless doll after all. Ah...?”

*Rustle*

“Oi...”

*Smack smack*

“Hehe...Guess you’ve really had all the energy sucked out of ya, huh? Oi, we’re not done yet. Haah?”

*Rustle*

[02:52] “Ugh...Haah...Not yet...Don’t lose consciousness just yet...Give me every single drop of yer blood...I’m still nowhere near satisfied...Neither are ya, am I wrong?”

*Rustle*

“ So...don’t be slouchin’ just yet...Ya can still offer more blood, can’t ya? Ah? Oi...Look this way.”

You turn your head towards Yuma.

“Exactly...Look at me....”

*Rustle rustle*

[03:28] “Come on, keep yer eyes on me. It’s much better than havin’ yer blood sucked while we can’t see each other’s faces, right? Hehehe...Chicks always want it their way after all...”

*Rustle*

[03:47] “Your body’s all twisted and turned...Ahー But I no longer care whether ya make it out alive or not...For some reason, the thought of havin’ some other guy runnin’ away with ya makes me burn with anger.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Mmh...”

Yuma bites you once more.

*Sluuuuurp*

“Hahn...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Haah...Am I bein’ stubborn...? But if that means I get to keep ya all to myself...then I don’t give a damn...”

*Rustle rustle*

[04:45] “I’m just so parched...I want yer blood and that’s the only thing I give a flyin’ fuck ‘bout...If I have to hand ya over to someone else...I might just destroy everything and everyone ‘round me...Hahaha...Haah...Yer blood’s hella scary...I never thought I’d say these kind of things...Ya might not expect it, but I consider myself to be a pacifist. Gardenin’ is my hobby. Aah...If only you were one of the vegetables in my garden, then I could gobble ya up and just grow ya again afterwards...But I guess life isn’t that easy, huh?”

*Rustle*

[05:59] “I have no other choice...So I’ll love ya plenty, seekin’ ya out...As long as yer blood is this incredibly sweet at least...Haahn...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Mmh...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Nn...Mmh...”

*Sluuuuurp*

*Rustle*

*Sluuuuurp*

[06:48] “Leavin’ bite after bite...Until I’ve ripped ya apart with my fangs...There might be nothin’ of ya left by the end, but that’s what ya want, isn’t it...?”

*Rustle*

[07:08] “It’s written all over yer face...That ya want me...Want me to crave ya like this...Come on...Submit yerself to me...I’ll make ya feel amazing.”

*Rustle*

“Haahn...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Mmh...Nn...”

*Sluuuuurp*

ーー THE END ーー 

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #yuma mukami #diabolik lovers more blood #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂! 𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛: 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝑾𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝑰𝒔 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, supporting, justifying or encouraging mafia activities or lifestyle. This is all fictional and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

❅𝐾𝑖𝑚 𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑗𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑔

You huffed as you tried to zip up your dress but to no avail. It would not budge because of the baby bump that was growing. In one last attempt to zip it up, you actually ended up ripping the zipper, causing you to gasp in horror.

"Oh no." Your hand covered your mouth as you stared in shock at yourself in the mirror.

"Honey are you ready to go?" Hongjoong asked, as he came into the room.

Hongjoong noticed how you kept staring at your reflection in the mirror, immobile and not responding to him.

"Hey baby? What is it?" He came up behind you, his arms sliding down protectively around your stomach.

Unwillingly, you let out tears and started sobbing.

"I'm....fat." You whined as you wiped some tears off your face, effectively making some of your eye makeup smudge.

Hongjoong pouted and shook his head cutely at you.

"Baby no. You're not fat. You're carrying a baby, our baby. Our beautiful little bundle of joy that we created together and that I can't wait to bring into this world with you."

You smiled softly at his words. Placing a kiss to your cheek, he continued:

"You're absolutely beautiful love. And if I must admit, I think you look more lovely with the baby bump." He sent a wink to you through the mirror, causing you to burst out giggling.

"Tell you what? Let's skip the dinner date and just stay home and cuddle. Ok?"

❅𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑤𝑎

Sitting on your bed, waiting for Seonghwa to come out of the bathroom, you kept replaying your mother in law's words in your head.

"I remember when I gave birth to Seonghwa. He came a little earlier than expected while his father was away on a business trip. So I had to go through the birth process all alone. You can imagine how scared I was."

Her story shook you to your core. Seonghwa often had to go away. What if the same thing happened to you? What if he misses the birth of your child? And you had to endure all of it alone?

You were so immersed in your worries, you failed to notice that Seonghwa was standing next to you and were woken up when his hand touched your shoulder.

"What is it my dear?" He asked, knowing something was troubling you.

"I don't want to go through this by myself..." You admitted, one of your hands going to your bump to get your point across.

Seonghwa understood what you were talking about, the way you kept quiet and became pensive when his mom told her story did not go unnoticed by him. Seonghwa kneeled in front of you. Taking your hands in his, he promised you:

"And you won't. I'm not going to leave you or our child alone during this time. My father missed my birth and it's something that he regrets to this day. I don't want to do the same. I want to be there for you and our baby. I'm going to be there every step of the way. I promise."

Leaning in, he sealed his promise with a kiss, and you were now much calmer with his reassuring words.

❅𝐽𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑢𝑛ℎ𝑜

You took a deep breath as soon as you stepped inside the house, relieved to finally be back in the comfort of your own home. It's not that you hated your in laws, but to have them constantly tell you how to take care of their future grandson, because apparently you don't know what you're doing, irritated you.

If you were honest, at times you felt like they just saw you as an incubator instead of what you really were: Yunho's wife and mother of his child. It was horrible.

You went to the kitchen and decided to prepare yourself a little snack. You opted for something on the spicier side since you were craving it really badly. Right at that moment, Yunho came in and when he saw what you were eating he quickly took it away.

"Hey!" You exclaimed, trying to get your food back.

"You can't eat spicy food. Mom said it increases the risk of a miscarriage. " Yunho said while holding the plate high above your head.

"No it doesn't! Now give it back." You desperately tried to jump and take it away from him.

"Y/N stop doing that. It could hurt the baby or-"

"Oh for fuck's sake Yunho will you shut up and stop repeating everything your parents say?! I'm sick and tired of them basically tell me I'm not a good mother. I already feel shitty enough as it is with the mood swings and pregnancy pains, and I don't need you or anyone else making me feel worse than I already do!"

You finally snapped. You turned around and began crying tears of pain, fear, rage and frustration. Yunho felt horrible. He realized now he should have protected you more but he didn't. Carefully, he hugged you from behind.

"Baby, you're doing an amazing job. You'll see, you're going to be the best mom in the whole world. I'm proud of you. And.... I'm sorry about my parents. I promise I won't let them have a say in how we raise our baby anymore. Ok?"

He turned you around and began wiping your tears away.

"Don't cry anymore love. I hate to see you cry. Could you please smile for me?"

❅𝐾𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑒𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔

It was already difficult for Yeosang and you to get pregnant. You spent almost 3 years trying, about to give up hope, when it finally happened. You were pregnant and Yeosang was elated with the news.

Although you and him were extremely careful, being your first child and everything, you still felt uneasy at times. It didn't help when you went to visit your family and ended up finding out all of your aunts have had at least 1 miscarriage before.

"Don't be so surprised dear. All women in our family have had a miscarriage."

You looked over at your own mother, who unfortunately had to confirm their allegations and tell you about the older sister you were supposed to have.

Since then you became paranoid. It was already a struggle to get pregnant, what if you were to actually lose the baby. One night, you had a terrible nightmare that had you shaking and bawling your eyes out. It was so intense, Yeosang had to wake you up and hold you for 10 minutes until you calmed down.

You then told him about what your aunts said, about your dream and your fear of something happening to your baby. Although Yeosang was scared as well, he had to be strong for both of you.

"Honey, please don't think such things. So far we've been very careful about this and the doctor says everything is fine. If you worry too much about this, it could be harmful."

"I know, I know Yeosang.....but what if I do have a miscarriage? What will we do then? How do we know we won't have one?" You asked him.

Yeosang held back the tears threatening to spill out. He refused to imagine that scenario in his head.

"We don't know Y/N, no one ever knows these things....but I do know that I love you and our baby. And I know we're doing our best. I can't promise you that nothing will happen....but whatever happens, I want you to know you're not alone. I'm here with you, by your side and we're going to get through all this together. No matter what comes."

Yeosang kissed your forehead reassuringly. Although he was scared, he had hope that both of you would be able to bring your baby into this world safely and unharmed.

❅𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑖 𝑆𝑎𝑛

You immediately turned off the TV. You internally cursed yourself for watching another drama therapist show. You usually rolled your eyes when it turnt out someone cheated on their spouse, but this recent one made you paranoid. Because the husband had cheated on his pregnant wife because 'he had needs she couldn't fulfill'.

It got you paranoid. You immediately started wondering if San would ever cheat on you, that is if he hadn't already. It had been 5 months since you last had sex. For all you knew, he could be seeing someone else. As if on cue, San walked into the house.

"Hi honey. How's my lovely-"

"Who are you seeing?" You immediately accused him.

San looked at you as if you were crazy.

"What are you talking about?" He asked, genuinely confused.

"Don't lie to me! Who are you cheating on me with?" Maybe you were jumping to conclusions too hastily, but you were so anxious to think rationally.

"Who am I cheating on you with? What has gotten into you woman?" San could not believe what he was hearing.

That's when you broke down and confessed rather embarrassingly the whole situation. San listened to you patiently, without judgment and you felt worse.

"I'm sorry." You apologized.

"Baby it's fine, I get why you'd get worried, but trust me. I'm not some asshole that's going to cheat on my wife, who by the way is carrying my child. I mean seriously, who does that?" San actually cringed at the thought, making you laugh a little.

"Baby I love you and only you. And why would I want anyone else when I'm lucky enough to have all this?" San smiled as he pulled you close to him.

"So you still find me attractive?" You asked with doe eyes.

San chuckled.

"Baby I think you're the most beautiful person in the world. And besides....."

Carefully, he picked you up and began taking you to your bedroom.

"Who says we can't make love while you're pregnant?"

❅𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖

Mingi came into the house all happy. Wanting to surprise you with a date in a fancy restaurant, he waltzed into the room and hugged you tightly.

"Hi love!" He screeched loudly as he pecked your lips.

"And hello to you as well." He gently rubbed your belly, cooing softly.

He looked back at you, noticing that you loved out of sorts.

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

"I'm just not in a good mood." You replied, your voice had a cold tone to it.

Mingi smiled. "Perfect! I know just how to cheer you up! I made reservations for a date! So why don't you make yourself look even more beautiful so we can go?"

"I don't want to." You said, sitting on the bed.

Mingi pouted at you.

"But baby. I really want to take you and our baby out. So please-"

"No Mingi! I told you, I'm not in a good mood! I'm cranky and this pregnancy is killing me, I'm sore all over my body and I'm carrying an extra 40 pounds that I'm not used to and it's all your fault!"

Mingi stood there, shook at your sudden outburst.

"My fault?"

"Yes! You were the one who wanted to have a baby, it was your idea yet you're not the one having to go through all this! It's me! You selfish idiot!" You crossed your arms and glared at him.

Usually Mingi would have been hurt by your words, but after months of dealing with your raging hormones, he knew you didn't actually mean what you said. Sitting next to you, he wrapped an arm around you.

"Come on Y/N, you know you don't mean that..."

Chuckling, he teased:

"And if I remember correctly, you were thrilled and wanted to immediately start trying when I brought up the idea of having a baby."

You poked your bottom lip out in annoyance, not wanting to admit he was right. Mingi laughed softly and kissed your pouty lips.

"Did you know you're even more adorable when you get all feisty and angry?" He said as he pinched your cheeks.

"Stop." You swatted his arm away, unable to contain the smile that soon spread on your face.

Mingi may be your annoying husband at times, but he always knew how to make you soft.

❅𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑊𝑜𝑜𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔

"Must you go?"

You held onto Wooyoung's arm, refusing to let him go.

"I'm sorry about canceling movie night darling, but it's important and the guys need me."

Wooyoung sighed as he put on his jacket and began loading his revolver.

"It's not that it's just..."

You stopped yourself and looked down. Wooyoung stopped what he was doing and caressed your arms.

"What is it babe?" He urged you to tell him.

You looked at him and told him:

"I'm scared ok? You've been doing this for years, but now I'm scared. Scared of something happening to you...or someone breaking in and hurting me or our baby..."

You couldn't form any more words, getting choked up with your emotions. You began thinking about all the worst case scenarios that could possibly happen. For all you knew, you could end up being a young widow and single mother for the rest of your life.

Wooyoung pulled you against him, his hand stroking your hair. That was all it took for you to start crying as you held onto him like your life or his depended on it.

"Sweetheart, I promised I'd protect you and I'm not breaking my promise. Nothing will happen to you or our child." He whispered softly.

"What about you? What if something happens to you while on a mission?"

Wooyoung actually let out a laugh at that.

"Babygirl, nothing can kill me. I'm practically bulletproof."

You hit his chest.

"What? It's true. Come on Y/N. I'm not about to let anything happen to me. I need to stay alive to be there and hold our precious daughter when she arrives."

You rolled your eyes.

"We don't know if it's a girl yet-"

"She's a girl! And that's final! We're having a girl!" He exclaimed, refusing to believe he was wrong.

❅𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑖 𝐽𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑜

"What's on your mind honey bunch?"

Jongho knew you well enough to know something was troubling you.

"Do you think this was a good idea?" You asked him.

"Ordering food from this place? Definitely not. This is why I say we don't try new places." Jongho let out a tiny 'bleh' when he tried something that was a little too spicy for his liking.

"No....I mean...the baby."

Jongho dropped his fork and looked at you in shock.

"You're....you're not actually regretting this..are you?" He was afraid to hear your answer.

"No, not the baby .... but me." You said.

"You? Why?" Jongho got up and went immediately went to your side.

"I mean....what if I end up being a bad mother? What if I don't know what to do? I'm scared Jongho." You looked at him, face full of worry.

"Pumpkin, listen. I'm scared too. I mean.... it is our first time."

You both chuckled at that .

"But the thing is, we're both going to try our best to give our baby a good life and to protect it as best we can. And I can assure you that I think you'll be a wonderful mother."

Your eyes lit up at his comment.

"You really think so?"

Jongho nodded and pulled you onto his lap.

"I do. I mean, you take good care of Mingi. I'd say you already know the basics of taking care of a baby." He snorted.

You laughed despite not wanting to.

"You're so mean to him!"

"If you want extra practice, I can ask him to come."

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[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

Male Selkie: Jaemos

Anon ask: Could you write a love/lemon story about a lonely 17 year old who goes to the ocean to shed seven tears into the sea in hopes to summon a male selkie? And perhaps you could have the selkie be named Jaemos or Robert. As for looks the selkie should have a fair complexion, sparkly hazel eyes, and gorgeous curly brown hair. Tysm. ;)

I would feel uncomfortable writing a lemon since the reader would be under 18, but I will probs write another part to this soon.

Warnings: some language

Male monster x GN Reader

Seven Tears to Shed

It seemed easy enough, but it appeared ridiculous. But in the end, what more could you lose?

The water waded through you, swaying and parting as you got deeper into the lake of sapphire. Hopping into your small boat and sailing out, you appreciated the weather being so calm – thank God – with few to no ripples that swayed the boat you sat on the further you got out. You didn’t want to be dealing with nausea if the boat was swaying from bad weather, so that was something to be thankful for.

Would this work though? You held your scepticism, unveiling the crude crumpled note from your jeans pocket, the scribbles of jotted notes you had taken that you had copied so plainly. Seven tears to shed to gain another. The fable was spread from fisherman wives than to book and to social media; some holding the theories that it worked compared to some who thought of it as nothing more than a hoax.

But you liked to think of yourself as someone who expected so much but only got so far for disappointment, knowing full well that this would not go so well.

You looked to the jotted down instructions, each numbered with your own notes added to help your thoughts. Now, the easier part was done, the hardest was getting into the mood to cry. Easier said than done. You snorted, looking over the calm water, seeing the glum figure you couldn’t recognise staring back up at you.

Number one: Someone you once loved.

You snorted unflattering in the cold air to yourself, “This is ridiculous.” 

But the ridiculousness of it all would help. Someone you once loved, simple: your crush of Jeremy Miller in the 7th grade. Popular, smart, blond hair and blue-eyed, he was the golden child, not a jock like all the other boys your age, Jeremy was well known for his love for acting. You had only shared a conversation with him maybe once, and that had been by accident, but you and your naïve mind looked way into his simple word of kindness for someone like you. But that crush died and crumbled like ash to the ground when you found out that your secret crush on him had been spread thanks to your cheerleader Eloise got hold of your diary, choosing to tell everyone and him. He turned out to be just as much as a dickhead as she had been, and for the rest of the year, you chose to hide along the school walls, the standing joke everyone looked for.

That first tear had come easier than you had expected: the anger helped especially. It ran down your cheek and slipped into the water with little force to break the surface, disappearing. So long, fucker. You anger dissipated before moving on.

Number two: Someone you lost.

This was more sentimental to you, and upon seeing the way how your handwriting became illegible, shaky to the end of the line, it told you it would be rather difficult. You clasped the side of the boat with an unsettling exhale, the one person that only came to mind was your grandmother you had lost a few years ago. Old age had taken her but it had taken her away so beautifully, bringing her to join the nature you were surrounded by now. You could feel her no matter where you went, a twirl of the breeze in your hair, a canary’s singing when your window was open, you knew she was always there.

The second tear was followed with a cry that resounded in your chest, too close to your heart, and took some time to finally calm. The water rippled with its decent to guide your tear gently, engulfing it smoothly. You wiped the back of your red wet face with the back of your sleeve, telling yourself to resume before you got too caught in the moment.

Number three and four were similar, both requiring you to of lost something but for you to gain it once again. In the end, it didn’t matter whether that thing was personal to you, you had to say goodbye to it. You had lost the happiness you once felt as a child, but to the benefit of it all, you resided to your privacy by drawing. It wasn’t much, but it helped keep bad thoughts away on some days, allowing you to do what you loved best.

Number five was someone you missed the most in your life, and although the memories stung like the previous tears, the face that stuck was your best friend at the time, Jade. And although the good times could be seen, it didn’t hide the stuck up and two-sided personality she wielded, using you for her own gain. In the end, the friendship ended with much more ease than sorrow. But seven years’ worth of torment could get anyone relieved for it to be over, and so those tears were in her farewell.

Number six and seven had arrived with little to no faith you held in how it would end. Proving that maybe after all that crying, it would be pointless. You sighed heavily, reading over the last two, drawling the right thoughts.

Number six: Yourself

Though there were many things you loathed of yourself, you didn’t want others to feel sympathetic to your story, nor other the fact that you were indeed lonely. Your story was long and convoluted, but you wished someone was good and decent enough to read it from the beginning. This farewell for your own loneliness was the one you wished to see gone the quickest.

All these tears: one for anger, two for loss, two for relief, one in farewell whilst the last was for a new beginning. It could be anything you wanted, wished or craved for – but better beginnings sounded all too promising.

Number seven: A final wish

“I wish… I just wish for someone patient to listen, not to question, but let me feel something.” You said aloud, finally ripping at the paper as you scattered it to the wind, allowing that final droplet to run down your cheek.

You weren’t expecting instant miracles and in those seconds of having said your wants and crying away the past, you listened to the rush of water surging closer to your boat, and at that moment when you opened them, you were surprised with a little visitor.

The fur of the seal was plump and grey, silvery in contrast to the murky waters as it twirled and moved closer to your boat, its wide black eyes staring up into yours as it made eye contact with you as it continued to travel, passing by you and coming up behind the boat, where you believed it would disappear on with its journey.

You snorted to yourself, “I’m losing it. I can’t believe I was talking to a seal.”

“Correct, but I suppose that’s what people like to believe.” A sudden voice was so clear as rain, smooth and whimsical startled you so that you almost rocked off the side of your boat, coming from behind you. “These waters have never been so calm, heh, though… it’s not every day someone comes to shed their seven tears.”

This couldn’t be true… you were in the middle of a lake, yet you were certain you could hear a clear voice almost next to you. “Who’s there?” Your confusion and worry were evident in your tone, where the voice - clearly male - replied, “You could call me what you want, but I would like to call myself your listener.”

“That’s bullshit—you must’ve followed me… there’s no way you could’ve magically appeared… unless,” then it hit you. The grey seal, following along the side of your boat when you cried your final tear, moving behind the boat. No-

You turned to peer over the edge of your boat with some hesitancy, believing all you would see would be a small adorable seal, when in fact you were totally wrong. The first thing that came into your sight was the blinding porcelain white skin that seemed almost blinding in the deep waters. They were drenched, with only their mop of wet curly brown hair on show, and wide hazel eyes that seemed to almost sparkle in the water’s surface. This man was too beautiful to be anything but your saviour. No, maybe a swimmer coming through or just a weird dude who was creeping on a 17-year-old-

“You seem lost, dear,” the handsome male stretched up until more of his bare torso was out from the water. “Penny for your thoughts?”

This person could’ve been a madman, preying on young people like you, and you were out in the middle of nowhere, with nothing to defend yourself with. That’s what you should’ve been thinking, but your mind only came to think of one thing at that moment.

“You’re a seal?”

“A selkie, your people usually call me, though it’s not every day I’m called that.” The male laughed, supporting himself so casually by propping his lithe arms against your boat. “Any other questions?”

You shook your head in disbelief, trying to gauge at what you were really believing. Was your head that mad that you were imagining a completely different creature to you? “Were you listening to me? Listening to me cry?”

“As creepy as it seems, to shed seven tears grants you the final everlasting wish you so dream for,” the selkie replied. “You wished for someone – a friend – perhaps, and well… here I am.”

“So, you listen to everyone crying and you grant wishes? Do you grant the same wishes to everyone?”

“Not quite,” he laughed. “Everyone has different wishes, and so did you, but I just so happen to give the perfect gift of all.”

You titled your head, eyebrows raised incredulously, “Yourself?”

“My power does not lie between what I allow and grant, but… I thought I would allow myself to help with your certain request.”

There was an awkward pause that waved itself in the air between the two of you. “So, you’re like my friend or something?”

“I’m a protector, whatever you wished for, so a listener,” there was a loud thud that resonated within the boat, and when you looked, he had thrown something thick like a grey blanket in, sopping wet. “That there is yours to keep.”

“What—your skin?”

“You don’t know many things about selkies, do you, dear?” He laughed, pointing to the pelt. “When a human catches a selkie and keeps its pelt, the selkie cannot transform or return to the water. So, forever more until you get bored of me, I am forever bound to you.”

You snorted out in disbelief, “No, you can’t be serious.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I cannot lie, I tell the truth as we speak.” This man-

“No, listen, I’m 17. What are my parents going to say when I return with some naked stranger who I found in a lake? They’ll think I’m insane, more so than already!” I can’t be this guy’s carer, I can barely even look after myself.

“Hey,” the selkie’s voice was calm yet cheerful when he brought you out of your freak-out. “We’ll get through this together. I’m sure your parents wouldn’t mind me looking after you.” If only you knew my parents. You dreaded, before finally coming up with an idea.

“I cannot keep your pelt.”

The pale male’s face had dropped suddenly at the drastic sombreness of your words, his eyes turned downcast. “Oh, right.” He went to let go of the boat’s side but you were quicker to grab his hand, making him turn back to you with surprise. “No, what I mean is, for the safety of both of us, you can stay here. Where you’re at home, and I can come to visit, since if you are to be my listener, we need to make sure you’re comfortable too, right?”

He wanted to reply to you, his mouth opening and shutting but finally, he said, “I guess. But, you must promise. If we are to be friends, we must trust each other. I am certain on my word, are you?”

You still couldn’t believe everything that today had thrown at you, let alone you were wanting to agree, but you were too curious for your own good. “Yeah, sure. I promise.”

He beamed a white smile back at you again, your chest rising and falling as something warm replaced what was usually so empty, fading again before you could realise. It was… nice. 

“What’s your name then, Mr seal?”

The selkie was halfway through putting back on the seal pelt, melding seamlessly with his human body as if he was zipping up a costume without needing a zipper. It looked comical to you, but it was still amazing to witness.

“Jaemos, or Robert, though that was thanks to some little girl deciding to call me that one time,” he laughed to himself, his teeth just as white as his skin. His bright eyes looked back into yours once more. “Whatever is easier to remember.”

“Jaemos it is then since it was the first option.” You smiled softly, grabbing at the ores to begin your way back to the shore before you looked back on him. “Hey, if it’s not too much trouble, could you lend me a flipper to push me back to shore?”

“You would never be too much trouble, dear,” he replied, lifting himself onto the side you were on so suddenly, almost like he was throwing himself in the boat, before affectionately twisting a piece of your hair behind your ear, laughing when he saw your beet-red cheeks warm. “That’s something troubled people would say.”

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[mrs-tsunderemeitantei]

Do you have anyone that you ship Shiho with?

Can I just say, I love how straightforward you are! And for that, I thank you 😂💛

Ok so there are two Shiho ships that I am honestly obsessed with. They're both not popular, but that's just my opinion...

The first ship would be GinxSherry. Now let me start off by saying this is not a ship I support for the current timeline, BUT it's a ship I think made sense before she escaped the BO.

So many people will disagree and I get it.

Isn't it a toxic ship? Yes.

Isn't it based on extreme unhealthy obsession on Gin's part? Yes.

Isn't it full of betrayal, pain and mind games? Yes.

So how?? Look, I'm crazy and I know it. I'll be honest, one of the reasons I like this ship is because it's different from all the other love plot lines in the manga. They're all lovey-dovey and cutesy, and well, it's over-done. This dark, more adult version is more my style.

There were a few hints and teasings about the GinxSherry pairing being canon but I still need the confirmation because I'm dying to know more. They don't just know each other on a professional level, they KNOW each other very well. They know intimate details about each other; he knows her favourite colour, she knows his favourite car model, he can identify her from just a single strand of her hair and they both can predict how the other will behave in certain situations. Like come on, they know each other way too well for just 'work colleagues'. Also that's another thing I find interesting. She's a scientist and he's an assassin. They work in two completely different departments, yet they know each other so well.

So, yeah I can't help but think they got caught up with each other in a whirlwind romance (as cheesy as it sounds). And there are multiple reasons why I'm convinced they were in an actual relationship before she escaped the BO:

Let's be honest, betrayals hurt way more when the person you love does it to you. And I can't help but sense the palpable bitterness they have between them.

Also his unrelenting jealousy when he thought she is now running away with another man after the Haido City Hotel incident. You can't be that worked up if you were just work colleagues.

His reaction to her 'death' when Vermouth told him Bourbon saw her burn up in flames at the end of the Bell Tree Train arc, was not that of someone finally relieved his enemy was dead. His reaction was underwhelming and it seemed too indifferent.

The suggestive things they said to each other at the rooftop of Haido City Hotel was more that of scorned exes and not ex colleagues.

And finally which is the most obvious, he always imagined her nude whenever he thought of her, soooo they must have gotten intimate at some point.

When I think of this pairing, I can't help but think he thought of her as the light to his darkness. But because they're different people at their core, who share different views and morals, their distrust of one another got the best of them which lead to the tragic end of their relationship. If there's one spin-off, I'd pay to watch, is one that's about their history together. I need to see it unfold all the way to their downfall. Yes, I crave tragedy , don't judge me 😂

The second ship, I've not really been shy about. It is ReixShiho. This ship has sooooo much potential and I've already prepared myself for the disappointment that it won't happen because of the Reishipthatshallnotbenamed is more popular 😒 but anywho 😂

Why do I love it? I spoke about that multiple times but I think the ship I love so much, deserves a proper post so here we are.

First off, if my gut feeling is right, I think they'll have great chemistry. Their personalities would fit sooo well, I just see it. She is calm, cool, reserved, and he is warm, friendlier and more outgoing. And it goes without saying that they're both as some have said are 'intellectual equals' because they're both intelligent.

Secondly, their past experiences are not just connected, but they're also similar. It would be easy for them to understand and relate to what the other is going through as well as find comfort in one another because of the following reasons:

They both know what it's like to lose all your loved ones (she lost her family, he lost all his best friends and idk why but I think he was an orphan since nothing about his family has been disclosed yet).

They were both high-ranking members of the BO. They were forced to do things against their will, so they know how dark and twisted the world can be.

They're both mixed kids who had a hard time when growing up to be accepted by people because of it (she was shunned in the States and was forced to eat alone and he quarrelled with children who made fun of how he looked).

They both feel wronged by Akai who they believe is the main reason for the death of Akemi and Hiro.

All those reasons make me believe they would get along really well. That is not to say she'll welcome him with open arms at first and he'd probably be hella judgey at first but once all is revealed and the misunderstandings cleared, they'd be one badass pair. I know so many Shiho fans are mad at him for planning to sell her out but I already talked about it in a lengthy post. And while I was initially shocked and angry, it all made sense. Also an enemies to lovers archetype...are you kidding me? YES PLEASE!! 😭😭

So, there you have it my friend. These are my thoughts. And whatever happens, all I care about is for her to have closure and a happy ending. It doesn't necessarily need to entail a relationship for her to be happy. She is an amazing character as is with or without a love interest, but if I had to choose, these are the pairings that I like for her.

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[gyll-yee-haw]

Take care of you.

Prompt: it's your husband's first long travel since your wedding. You both just can't wait to see each other again.

Warnings: teasing, unprotected sex, breeding kink all over it, daddy kink, a bit of size kink maybe, 2 smuts in one, degradating and praising, multiple orgasms, overestimation.… I know, but its still fluffy, I swear

Fluffy warnings: Jake wearing THAT^ outfit. You washing his long hair. Like... him loving his wifey sm.... I'm unstable

Like 3k words.

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You were living a never ending honeymoon. Even after you and Jake came back home from your official one, nothing changed. Still had that same sweet energy.

And that only made it even harder when he had to say goodbye. Yeah, it was only for a month, and he definitely had been away for longer periods of time, but right now… it was painful because you both had to admit to yourselves that your honeymoon was over and real life started.

You missed each other so badly. You cried on the phone more than once. But you knew he loved his job. And you loved to support him.

Felt like it took ages, but the day of his return finally came. You barely slept the night before it. You missed his sleepy voice in the morning. His jokes and his weird behavior, cause he just felt so comfortable around you. And you obviously missed the fact that everything always turned into sex these days. Wherever you looked at in that house, Jake had already fucked you there. Your heart craved his presence and your body craved his touch. You didn't even know which one was more urgent... all you knew was that it all together was making you desperate.

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Jake felt the same way. He wanted to hug you and he wanted to shove his cock inside you so bad, all at once. He texted you from the taxi, saying he was 20 minutes away.

'I can't wait, tell the driver to hurry up, please.' You texted him back.

As a reply, all you got was a pic of the bulge in his pants. You shivered. You couldn't believe that would be inside you in a few minutes. You decided to tease him back:

'If you're already that hard, imagine how you'll feel when you see how fucking wet I am right now. So much, daddy… it's running down my thighs, I swear… need you here quickly, I promised you I wouldn't touch myself, but...'

He groaned frustratedly and decided to stay off his phone for now. You were already making him throb painfully, and he knew pretty well how wild the teasing could get between the two of you.

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He planned on fucking you hard even before he opened the front door and found you in nothing but his shirt.

I said nothing.

You knew he was coming and there was no time to waste, so…

You ran towards the door for a hug that quickly became a messy kiss. His hands were everywhere, like he was trying to find out if you were real. The truth was that he just didn't know where to touch you first.

Jake pinned you against the wall and you grinded his thigh while he was unzipping his pants, whining loudly cause you were desperate like that.

He grabbed your waist and lifted you a little, so you automatically wrapped your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck. You pulled him as close as possible and all you felt was him. His warm embrace, his soft lips on your neck...

He held you against the wall with one hand while he grabbed his cock with the other

He shoved it at once inside you, groaning wild and loudly.

Your face couldn't hide the pain as he started thrusting mercilessly the second his was in.

"What is that, babygirl?" He cooed, and his sweet voice didn't match the eagerness of his hips. "Did you forget how it feels to have daddy inside you? Forget how big I am? Well, I'm back now, so I gotta stretch this tight little pussy open for me again."

You couldn't say anything, all you could do was take every single thing he gave you.

The way his body was pressed against yours made it impossible for him to avoid brushing your clit with his lower abdomen.

"Jake, I'm gonna cum." You told him desperately. You didn't want to do it so fast, but it was impossible to hold it at that point.

"Yes, pretty girl, as loud as you can, I missed hearing you crying out my name…"

Your fingers wrapped around his hair, that was a messy bun at this point, and you came, screaming his name, hoping it would make him cum too.

But not so soon.

Your orgasm only made him want you more. Only made him harder, if that was even possible.

And he didn't give you a second to recover, he kept fucking you like nothing happened, maybe even harder than before.

Your clit was hurting from overestimation, your hips bucked trying to escape the constant pressure, your legs were shaking so much around his body. It felt so good that you had to beg him to stop, you couldn't take all of it.

"Cum inside me, daddy, please, give me your… fuck." You felt the tears in the corner of your eyes as your second orgasm approached.

"My what? You weren't going to say cum, were you, princess?" He smirked. "You were gonna say babies, you want me to knock you the fuck up, huh?"

You weren't even sure what you wanted anymore, but you nodded, moaning loudly as he pounded you through your orgasm.

"I barely came home and you're already begging for my children again, you little slut." He mocked you, but you could tell he was getting close. His movements became messier.

And like he wasn't already absolutely abusing your clit and saying things that could make you cum untouched, he just started hitting that special place inside you that made you dumb for him.

He used all the strength he had left to thrust DEEP and HARD inside you one last time.

Maybe you came for the third time, but you weren't even sure anymore. All you knew was that it was lot.

It was so relieving when his hips stopped and you felt his warm seed filling you up. Fuck, there was SO MUCH of it, it had been so long… you didn't remember ever feeling that full before.

But when he was done, he cursed himself for not doing that in bed, cause he was exhausted on a level that he could barely stand. His legs were weak and he was still buried inside you, his arms on each side of your head on the wall, supporting his weight.

Fuck it, he knew there was no time to get in bed. His cock was too hard, his balls were too full and you looked too hot with his shirt barely hiding the fact that your pussy was free for him to use.

And you were absolutely wrecked. Your pussy was so sore that you were afraid to touch it, even to remove his cock from you.

Maybe it was the post orgasmic bliss, mixed with the feeling or being so close after being separated for so long… but the energy of that moment was unmatched. Unexplainable. You both were feeling that way, and somehow you knew it.

But after Jake caught his breath, he removed himself from you, helping you stand on your feet again, but he still kept one hand on the wall to support his own weight, just in case.

"Babe…" You laughed. "Look at how exhausted you are, it's almost heartbreaking."

He sent you a tired smile.

"Come on, I'll run you a bath, what do you think?" You suggested, kissing his cheek.

"Sounds wonderful." He agreed. "As long as you join me."

"Jacob, you can barely stand, how are you still horny?" You rolled your eyes.

"Didn't mean that." He chuckled. "Just wanna stay close to you. Missed you, baby."

"Missed you too." He brought you for a tight hug and you melted in his arms.

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When the two of you managed to get upstairs, Jake sat in bed as you prepared the bath.

You walked into the room and found him going through his phone.

"Sorry." He said, without looking at you. "I'll be there in a minute, I'll just…"

When you approached him and realized he was working, you sighed and grabbed his phone.

He looked at you with a confused expression.

"Enough work." You sent him a sad look. "Work kept you away from me for WEEKS. Now it's all about us. Let me take good care of my husband, just for today?"

He couldn't resist you. Anything you asked, the answer was always yes. Specially in this occasion, when there was absolutely nothing he would rather do than spend time with you.

You grabbed his hand and guided him to the bathroom.

He removed his clothes and sat on the warm bubble bath

You only had his old shirt on, so you were able to do the same and join him in a second.

The kind of non sexual intimacy of your naked bodies touching was so relaxing. Jake walked into the house almost an hour ago, but nothing made him feel at home quite like that exact moment.

He closed his eyes for a moment. Just to enjoy the warmth from the water. To wrap his arms around you and feel like the happiest man alive.

But, suddenly, his peace was interrupted by the sound of the water moving and the loss of contact with your body.

You turned around and now sat down facing him.

Watching him with a sweet smile on your face.

You bit your lip and placed your hand on the back of his head, gently undoing the bun his hair was in.

"What are you doing?" He chuckled. "I thought this whole thing about you being eager to have a baby was only kinky stuff, honey. I know how to take a bath."

"Shut up." You laughed, taking a hand full of water to the back of his head, wetting his hair. "I'm just taking care of my husband."

He didn't say or do anything to stop you. So you grabbed the shampoo bottle and applied a little on your hand, proceeding to massage his scalp very gently with the tip of your fingers.

He closed his eyes and relaxed again as you finished washing his hair. You took your time and enjoyed the moment. Jake's hair was soft and he looked absolutely breathtaking like that. Relaxed. Humming softly. His wet golden chain caught your eyes as you watched his chest going up and down slowly. So beautiful. Beautiful couldn't even describe it…

"I love you." You whispered to him.

He smiled and opened his eyes. "I love you too. So much that sometimes I just can't believe you're my wife. Just too good to be truth."

You smiled like a fool and wished that moment could last forever. But the water was getting cold. So you stood up and wrapped a towel around your body.

"Where are you going?" He protested.

"Come on, let's put some clean clothes on, I miss movie night and cuddles on the sofa." You suggested.

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Jake was sitting on the sofa in his grey sweatpants and sweatshirt. You always told him that was his softest outfit and it was just perfect for cuddling. Heaven couldn't compare to that feeling... your head resting on his chest, his arms wrapped around you.

The tv was only background noise, cause he was actually looking at you. When you felt his gaze, you looked back at him, your eyebrows furrowed.

"What?" You asked. "Jesus, looks like you haven't seen me in like... a month?"

"I could spend my whole life looking at you and I still wouldn't have enough." He said, caressing your cheek with two fingers.

You stood like that for a while, looking at each other's eyes while he stroked your cheeks softly. Then his fingers started to move down to your chin. Then to your lips. You parted them a bit and Jake slid his fingers inside your mouth slowly.

You nibbled them gently with your front teeth until he moved them deeper inside your mouth, placing them on your tongue. He started moving them in lazy circles. All without losing eye contact. It was so intense that you left out a moan without even noticing it.

"What's on your mind, babygirl?" He smiled.

You grabbed his wrist and removed his fingers from your mouth, sucking them on the process.

"What you said earlier in the bathroom." You admitted. "And by the front door too. Thinking about you getting me pregnant, wouldn't that be nice?"

"Fuck, y/n..." He smirked. "Is this still only kinky stuff?"

"Yeah, for now it is." You said, straddling his lap. "Just wanna make you hard. Be the only one who gets to call you daddy just for now."

Those sweatpants weren't only good for cuddling. It was also amazing to feel his hard cock through them.

"Yes, pretty girl, I love it when you call me daddy." He kissed you passionately, while his hands traveled your body, ending up on your clothed core. His fingers barely brushed your clit through your panties and you left out a little "ouch".

"You still didn't even recover from how good I fucked you last time and you already want more, my greedy little slut." He chuckled.

"Yeah, I fucking missed you." You shrugged. "And we're not gonna fuck again, we're gonna make love now."

"Who said that?" He raised his eyebrows. "What if I want to fuck you?"

His fingers insisted on touching your clit until you started getting used to it.

"Be gentle with me, daddy, please." You begged. "Need your love, not just your cock."

If he wasn't convinced already, the way you asked made him change his mind.

"Okay, baby." He pulled his pants down and grabbed his cock, beautiful hard again. "Why don't you ride me nice and slow, then?"

You nodded, raising your hips a little, so he could help you remove your panties. He tossed them on the floor and his fingers went back to your core, spreading your folds and running his fingers through them until you were wet enough. He slid two fingers inside you and you started rocking your hips softly. He removed his fingers from you too suddenly, and your pussy automatically clenched around nothing.

You sent him a pleading look, but he was too busy licking his fingers. You waited. But your suffering didn't last very long, he quickly grabbed his cock and gave it a few strokes before aligning it with your pussy. He held it dangerously close and teased your entrance a bit. When the head was in, he left you do the job.

You lowered yourself on his cock slowly. Inch by inch like you didnt want to miss a single detail, a single vein. Your tight hole embraced all of his thick length. The last time he stretched you up wasn't that long ago, but you still needed to adjust to his size. You held on to his hair, that was still wet, and started moving your hips.

"Just ike that, my angel." He whispered, placing his hands on your hips and guiding them up and down slowly. "Nice and slow, good girl."

You managed to keep that slow sensual pace with him praising you and telling you that you were the love of his life every 10 seconds. But only until he was getting close. His words turned into incoherent moans and his fingers digged into your hips, which you understood as a sign to go a little faster.

Your 4th release that night was approaching. You felt like you would fall apart when you reached it, but you still needed it. After all… what's the problem of falling apart when you're in your lover's arms?

You two came almost at the same time. You were connected just like that. He held your body close and you fell on his chest, completely weak. But, one more time, Heaven couldn't compare. Sitting on his lap, his cock still inside you, after barely coming down from your high. Your head resting on his chest, on his soft sweatshirt, his cologne mixed with the smell of sex in the air.

He didn't want to leave that place. Didn't matter if it would be for a month again, of even for a second. He was fully aware at that moment that you were the most important thing in his life.

He gently removed you from his lap, placing you on the sofa, and fixed his clothes before standing up. You were absolutely exhausted and didn't move a muscle, just sat on the sofa on the exact same position he left you. He chuckled and leaned close to you, placing one arm on your back and the other under your legs. Your arms automatically wrapped around his shoulders and he picked you up.

"What are you doing?" You yawned and rested your head on his shoulder.

"It's my turn now." He smiled and kissed your forehead. "I'm taking care of my wife."

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