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diejager · 5 months

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if you don't mind can i ask for your take on civilian s/o and yandere makarov? i wonder how he behave around an s/o who's like the opposite of him (like they're kind, gentle and has not known violence ever). hcs or short scenario or anything depends on you i don't mind (there's a drought of makarov content tbh 😮‍💨).

thanks for considering this and please take your time. have a good day 😚.

”Love” Cw: manipulation, obsessive behaviour, delusions of love, humain training, forceful taking, verbal abuse, tell me if I missed any.

Makarov doesn’t love. He knew how to, but he never truly did. He couldn’t with the heart and mind he grew up cultivating, to build his empire and strength, dwindling his heart’s empathy. Ironically, such ignorance towards love only increased his obsession, the amount of it that would only climb higher and higher, because in a sense, the loss of such emotions lead to a loss of a limit, driving him to insane lengths to achieve what he had his mind on.

He only knew death and bloodshed, the destruction of the mundane and corruption of the innocent, being the source of the rot and decay in the cells of a flower, to make it wilt and dust. Perhaps that’s where his interest in the normal stemmed, that curiosity that would someday bloom into obsession. He searched for an object of obsession, something - someone - to put all this attention on, something tangible, solid under his hands and malleable to his intentions. Despite his lack of time to dawdle, to spend on meaningless affairs, he found the perfect subject, someone so starkly different from him and his world.

There was a dichotomy in Makarov’s world, the harshness of war, battle and conquering of countries, and the deceptive softness in his eyes, the gentle touch of his scarred and calloused hands, and the coo with his sly tongue. You were the only softness in his life, a civilian he -one day - decided to pick up from the streets, bright-eyed and innocent to the horror he saw and spear-headed. Your tired eyes untouched by his mind and your scarless body free of any conflict that he could start with a simple wave of his hand.

There’s a need in his mind to see this innocence wilt away, to pry your mind of any autonomy and freedom you’ve lived with. Makarov wanted a doll, something soft and precious he could corrupt with words and ruin with his hands, deceptively gentle and loving, a poem spilling from a cruel smirk and eyes gleaming darkly. He has his ways to turn you into a thing of his imagination, to make you into his willing Russian doll, layer over layer of maliciousness and subservience.

He’s a man of culture, letting the people under him do all the dirty work. Despite all the viciousness and madness in his being, he doesn’t hit, he doesn’t abuse the object of his obsession, that was reserved for men lower than him, poor and mindless men. Rather, he preferred manipulation, well-thought words used in right situation to have you crawling back to him for safety, protection and comfort. He wanted you to come to him on your own, to make your pliant and uncaring of the wider view. He, after all, took you for himself, to endure himself in a second source of power.

Makarov has a silver tongue, whispering words into your ears that take root, your doubts and fears growing in the depth of your heart, bringing you closer to the man who promised to protect you. His fingers wiping away your tearful cheeks, pearly gems rolling down your cheek as he teases you about being worried. You shouldn’t be so fearful with him beside you, he’s your warden, your all-powerful and dependable lover.

He won’t let a shred of suspicion towards him fester, it’ll be dealt with swiftly with the call of your name, breaking down your vulnerable mind and building it back up in his image, his opinions were yours, his thoughts were yours, his goals were yours. So much so that you were his, knowing fundamentally that whatever he said goes.

”мой маленький цветок,” he mumbled, pressing his lips against yours, hands soft but wandering, laying down chains over your waist, around your dainty wrists and tightening the collar around your neck, keeping the hold on your mind, “You did so well, I’m proud of you.”

Positive reinforcement. He often used positive reinforcement to deepen his hold, to sink his teeth into your clean soul. Sweetened words with a voice he taught you to crave and possessive touches of bloody hands with intentions that he blinded you of, finding a way to make you want them.

“What do you say?” His hand traveled up your jaw, featherlight fingers cradling your ear and cheek until it stopped under your chin, tilting your head to look at his narrowed eyes, proud and dark.

“Thank you, Vladimir.”

He smiled, a thin-lipped grin.

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holylulusworld · 27 days

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Indecent Proposal (15.2)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: sexy mobsters, fluff, established Stucky, angst, implied smut, caring mobsters, pregnant reader

A/N: A shorter interlude chapter.

Indecent Proposal (15)

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“I licked him all over, he’s mine,” you pout and whine as Steve refused to let you suck his cock again. “Let me have a taste.”

“You had a taste this morning, right after you had a taste of Bucky’s cock. Be good and calm down. You’re hypersexuality is not normal.” Steve tries to get you to slow down and relax on the bed.

“Aw, let her be as horny as she wants to, baby,” Bucky ran his hand over his husband’s back, tickling Steve’s skin. “She only tries to keep up with my hunger. You know how much I love devouring you, Steve.”

“We had sex twice today, Bucky. You, me, and the insatiable devil carrying our baby,” Steve clicked his tongue when you tried to crawl toward Bucky to get from him what Steve denied you. “No, doll. We have an appointment for the next ultrasound. We cannot reek like sex and sin.”

“But we are all sinners, Stevie,” you cooed and crooked your finger. “Come here baby daddy and bring your little Stevie too.”

“That is enough,” Steve cupped your chin with two fingers. “We love you, but you must listen to me and Bucky.”

You giggled. “Aw, he’s so sexy when mad,” you purred his name. “I understand why you fell for this pretty man.”

“What? I-“ Steve huffed. “Buck, you need to help me with this brat. She’s out of control!”

Bucky leaned his back against the headboard of the bed to watch you and his husband bicker. “You mean she’s out for cock. Let her have it, Steve. She’s so much more cooperative when you give her dick.”

“Hey, watch your mouth, Sir,” you snapped at Bucky. “Or, how about you put it to better use while I use mine to suck your pretty husband dry?”

“We are late,” Steve whispered, still mad at you and Bucky for seducing him this morning. “I hate it when we run late.”

“Stevie,” Bucky whispered his husband’s name lowly, “you had fun, didn’t you?”

Steve cleared his throat. He didn’t want to admit that he indeed had more than fun having his way with you and his husband.

“Y/L/N,” the nurse called your name. “You are next. Please follow me.”

“We will follow you,” Bucky blocked the nurse’s view. He sized her up, huffed, and looked over his shoulder. “I’ve never seen that one before. What about you, Steve?”

Steve cocked his head to look the nurse up and down. Bucky was right. Steve checked the background of every person working at your gynecologist practice. The new face wasn’t one of them.

“Oh, I’m new,” she hastily said. “I started working here a week ago.” She nodded, more to herself than to assure your overprotective mobsters that she was no threat.

“Buck—” Steve didn’t have to say more. Bucky got his phone out, snapped a picture, and left you to Steve to call Natasha and Jake, the guy they always call if they want to find out more about a person.

“Y/N, you will stay by my side,” Steve stepped in front of you to take Bucky’s place. Something was fishy about the way the nurse looked at you. He dipped his head to whisper in your ear so no one could hear his words. “I got a bad feeling, doll. Let’s head back home. Fake that you don’t feel well.”

“Steve, I don’t feel good,” you said loud enough for the nurse to hear. “Can we drive back home? We can make a new appointment, right?” You dipped your head to look at the nurse.

She curled her lips for a second before putting on a saccharine smile. “Of course, Miss Y/L/N. But if you don’t feel well, the doctor can have a look at you. Maybe it’s for the best if you come with me.”

“I’m nauseous because I didn’t eat much,” you lied easily. “I’ll make a new appointment. Thank you.”

“You heard her,” Steve snapped at the nurse. “She wants to go home. Please give us a new appointment.”

“Sure, I…” she walked back toward the reception to ask her colleague for a new appointment. You watched her nervously wringing her hands. Bucky and Steve were right. Something was fishy about her.

“Wow, you call and a doctor moves heaven and hell to come here for a simple ultrasound,” you chuckle as your men look at the new ultrasound picture. “Guys, is something wrong? Did your tech guy find anything about that nurse?”

“Nothing you need to worry about,” Bucky said. He looked at his husband, having one of those silent conversations. “Right, Steve.”

“Right, Bucky. Nothing to worry about…”

Indecent Proposal (16)

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ponderingmoonlight · 6 months

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can i request 41 and 44 with Megumi please? maybe sunshine x grumpy type

thank youuuu

There you go. Sorry it took so long, I still hope you'll enjoy it though <3

Yuji's little sunshine sister with grumpy Megumi

Pairing: Megumi x Yuji's little sister

Word Count: 2,2k

Synopsis: Despite the fact that Megumi is the complete opposite of you, he can't help but secretely having a crush on you. It isn't until you get severely injured by Mahito that Megumi begins to realize it can't go on like this...

Warnings: language, Megumi being a grumpy cat, injury

You adore him. The way he walks, the way he talks, the way he carries himself with so much disinterest despite everyone knows how much he cares about others. Yes, Megumi Fushiguro is the complete opposite of your out-going, confident and sweet self.

„Hey Fushiguro, I was hoping to see you today!“ you shout towards him.

The second his eyes catch a glimpse of you, he feels lost again. God, why do you have to be so damn stunning, why do you never fail to make him blush?

His heart sinks. And why on earth do you have to be the little sister of his friend?

„Oh, I didn’t expect you here today “, Yuji speaks out next to him in surprise, wrapping his arms around you just like he always does.

„Yeah, the mission was over sooner than expected “, you explain briefly while letting yourself sink into his loving arms.

You really adore your big brother. Despite all the things you’ve been through together, he still wears the same soft smile on his face when seeing you, embracing you in a tight hug just the way you like it. Not even the fact that he’s the vessel of the king of curses can change that.

„I’m glad you’re okay! Hey, Fushiguro and I are on our way to the training field, would you like to join? “

You grin ear to ear at the black-haired boy next to your brother, excitement crawling up your veins. Even though you know you shouldn’t fall for the best friend of your brother, you fell head over heels with your heart first. There’s just something about him. Something that makes your heart skip a beat and breath get stuck in your throat. Even though you are like fire and rain, sun and moon, basically from different stars.

Maybe it is especially the fact that he is so different from you that drives you insane. After all opposites attract, right?

“Hey Megumi…”

His eyes dart towards you in annoyance, side-eyeing you up and down. That cheeky tone in your voice speaks volumes.

Slowly you lean towards him, face only inches away from his own. Fuck, why does he feel so weak suddenly? What is it that makes him stare right into your mesmerizing eyes? You must have put a spell on him.

“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put U and I together.”

He stares at you in disbelief, the way you smile at him while raising your eyebrows. Megumi’s heart almost beats out of his chest when you hold onto his biceps while laughing so heartfelt that he can’t help but admire you.

Despite all the cruel things you have seen, despite the fact that your big brother is the vessel of Sukuna, even though you yourself know the world of jujutsu well enough since being in your first year, you still laugh as brightly as a thousand stars. Maybe that’s it, the reason why Megumi always respected you. You just seem so unbothered, so easy to love.

Why on earth would someone like you fall for a guy like him?

“Are you really trying to flirt with me?”, he remarks dryly, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

But you don’t mind. Instead you put your arm around him once more, his skin shivering by your gentle touch.

In a world full of darkness, you seem to be the only light.

“Was my pickup line too cheesy? I couldn’t help myself, I love the way you look at me when I trifle with you.”

That smile. That gorgeous bright smile that could light a whole universe. How could he ever be mad at you when you look at him like that? But still, you’re standing next to your brother, Megumi’s very own friend. It would be wrong to chase after you, not to mention the fact that a guy like him could never pull a girl like you. No, he has to keep his composure. His hands clench into fists, glimpsing at you one last time before turning around and walking away.

This is senseless, this is completely stupid. Why the hell did he fall for the sister of his best friend? And why do you have to be such an angel? Maybe it’s better to distance himself from you, to finally get you out of his head. Yes, Megumi will never have a chance with you anyway.

“Hey, wait for us!”, Yuji shouts after him.

-the next mission-

It will be easy, they said. Just befriending with that boy and trying to move him to Jujutsu High, they said. It wasn’t difficult to like Junpei. In fact, you and your brother got so close to him that it felt like you’ve known the boy forever.

Little did you know he worked for the enemy. Little did you know he would be the reason you’ll lay on the cold hard ground, covered in your own blood with a body unable to move.

“(y/n), you need to hold on for me.”

Nanami Kento’s voice rings through your ear, words not making any sense in your tired mind. Everything is surrounded by scorching pain, your limbs feel like falling off. That man with the multiple scars…Who is he? Is he even human? No, impossible, he has to be a curse, a cursed spirit, the devil himself.

Blood rushes through your ears, foggy sight completely occupied by the blonde man who accompanied you and Yuji.

Yuji…He’s still giving his best, crushing curses over and over with his bare hands. But even he seems to get tired. Even for him time seems to run out.

“Help…him…”

Your voice isn’t more than a fade away whisper, almost too damped to hear for Nanami.

“Yuji, take care of her. I will take over here.”

“Alright, Nanamin!”

“Don’t call me that…”

“Hey, was a rough fight, huh?”

Your brother’s hand gently pulls strands of hair out of your bloody face. He hates to admit it, but you look absolutely horrible. Since joining Jujutsu High along with you, Yuji was always aware of the fact that something like this might happen, that you’ll get injured while giving your best. But seeing you like this with your leg that protrudes unnaturally and the pool of your very own blood that you are soaking in kills him from the inside.

It hits him like a wall. You could die right here right now.

“I will call help. Please stay with me, okay? I couldn’t afford to lose you. And Megumi too.”

“Megumi…”

You never got the chance to tell him how you really feel about it. No, not even a date, not even a lunch together, nothing. Oh, how much you longed for his touch, how much you loved it when he looked at you with his ocean eyes, how much you wished to touch his spiky hair at least once. But now…

You aren’t sure if this will happen.

“Can you…call him?”

Your request sounds so dumb in your very own mind, how stupid to think about confessing your feelings to Megumi Fushiguro when you are severely injured. But you can’t help yourself. Right now, this is all you have on your mind, all you are able to think about.

“Sure, I will ask if he’ll come around”, your big brother assures with a small smile.

And he came. With fast and rapid steps, eyes widen in thick horror when gazing down at your puny figure. Who the hell did this to you? You are a skilled jujutsu sorcerer, even Nanami and Yuji came with you.

“How did this happen?”, he breathes out, kneeling down next to you instantly.

No, please let this be a cruel joke. You look as if all life drained from your body, eyes barely open.

“So err…Is this a difficult mission?”

“Are you worried about me?”, you purred while bating your eyelashes.

“No way I’m hell, I’m just asking”, he barked back.

“Just a simple one, hope you don’t worry too much, ‘Gumi…”

“I’m not worried!”

He signs. Why did they send you instead of him? Because you do it so effortlessly, talking to other people and making them fall head over heels for you. Yes, you were perfect for this mission along with Yuji, a true sweetheart.

But why on earth did you have to get injured so badly?

“We need to get her out of here, the fight is still ongoing”, Ijichi speaks out behind him.

Megumi signs. He’s right, overthinking won’t help you. With a swift motion he picks you up, eager to not hurt you any further.

“Everything hurts…”, you press out.

“Please take care of her, Megumi. I know you can do that best”, Yuji speaks out.

“I will. I will…”

-at Jujutsu High-

It’s been a hell of a ride. You feel unconscious the second Megumi placed to in the car, just barely breathing. Shoko was right by your side, doing as good as she can, but even she can’t conjure.

So you’re laying here on a sick bed with needles puncturing your veins and bandages covering your body. But your smile never faded.

“Hey, I didn’t expect you here today”, you croak.

Since the incident, he visited you multiple times a day. Always greeted by the same sentence and your cheeky smile. But instead of a grumpy reply, he simply sits down next to you and admires your stitched-up face.

You were lucky enough to survive that day. Even Kento Nanami would have died if it wasn’t for Yuji and Sukuna. If Yuji wasn’t there, if that cursed spirit hit you just once more…

He shakes his head, trying to get the pictures of your dead body out of his head. No, he can’t imagine a life without you and your breath-taking smile in it. Even your dumb jokes, your cheesy pick-up lines, your strange sense of humour.

“I miss you.”

What? Your words catch him completely off guard. Why would you say something like that?

“What do you mean? I’m visiting you every day”, he replies.

“Yeah but you aren’t grumpy anymore. You don’t roll your eyes at my jokes, you don’t slap my hand away, you just don’t act like…Megumi anymore”, you try to explain.

Since he came to pick you up that day, Megumi’s attitude towards you completely changed. Instead of showing his usual reactions to your dumb jokes, he just sat there in silence, staring at you without saying anything in reply. And while you really appreciate his visits, you can’t help but miss his grumpy attitude. What happened? Why did he change so drastically?

“You mean more to me than I thought”, he suddenly blurts out.

Your eyes widen, heartbeat picking up in an instant. Although you always dreamed about Megumi liking you more than just a friend, you never thought about that possibility fully. After all, you are the little sister of his friend, ‘a pain in the ass’ like he always said. No, despite your huge crush on him, you never thought it would be more that a dream.

“You almost died, (y/n)…Damn, I fought so hard against this, I thought I could resist you for Yuji and myself but you…you are just perfect in every way and I can’t! I can’t life without you!”

His shaky and heavy breathing hangs between both of you in the otherwise silent room, your glossy eyes staring at him in disbelief. Did he really just say that?

“Is this really how you feel?”

“I know it’s wrong, I know I shouldn’t see more in you than the little sister of my friend, that you are out of my league…I mean look at you…”

“But I like you too”, you interrupt him, lifting yourself off the bed to meet eye to eye with him.

“I like you since joining Jujutsu High. I always thought you don’t like me like that.”

“I love you, (y/n)!”, he cries out suddenly.

“And it really took me almost dying for you to see that?”

“Shut up, you didn’t say anything yourself”, Megumi bites back.

“Yeah, you’re right…”

All your senses are directed towards him. That beautiful boy who swept you off your feet, completely occupying your mind since you joined Jujutsu High. You couldn’t care less about the fact that he is Yuji’s friend or that Megumi has a strange way of showing his affection. No, all you can think about is finally being able to rest your head against his chest, nose tingling by his delicious scent.

That boy with the spiky hair and grumpy attitude really loves you.

“Why are you looking at the window like that?”, Megumi questions, hands gently caressing your back.

“Just checking if it’s high enough to get a little injured…”, you explain briefly.

“Are you out of your fucking mind!?”

“Maybe then you’ll even ask me out on a date!”

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tojislilbabydoll · 2 months

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toji fushiguro

pairing ; worker!toji x fem!reader

warnings ; swearing, maybe spelling mistakes?

a/n ; hii babissss!!! first time writing~ i dont write often but feel free to request anytime, love u guys!

You had a very shitty day today. As usual, you went to Toji’s work with his favorite lunch you made! When you enter, you see the woman that always bothered Toji, not knowing he had a girlfriend.

“Hello! Could I visit Toji? I brought him something.” You asked the woman politely with a sweet smile, although you saw the way she looked at you with disgust.

“No, he’s busy right now. He doesn’t want any visitors.” You noticed her looking at you up and down in disgust.

“Well, I brought him his lunch.” You replied, a bit annoyed now by her attitude.

“Besides, I’m his girlfriend so would you just let me see him?” You sighed, lunchbox still in your hand, the food you made starting to get cold.

She scoffed, “You? His girlfriend? What a joke.. Why would he date someone like you? You look hilarious!” She laughs, slapping her knee and crossing her arms.

Suddenly she approached you and snatched the lunch you made for Toji, throwing it in the trash nearby.

You looked at her in shock, wanting to oh so badly slap her but you decided not too since she was Toji’s assistant.

You ran outside getting in your car and driving back home with glossy eyes.

You laid in bed, scrolling on your phone.

Until you heard Toji come back from home.

“I’m home sweetheart.” He shouted softly, confused on why he didn’t hear you come downstairs and run to him like you’d usually do.

“Darlin.. ya ight? Ya forgot to get me my lunch today.. Did somethin happen?” He came into the room brows furrowed slightly, seeing you on the bed with your phone.

“Somethin’ wrong sweets? Ya know ya can tell me everythin, hm..” He caressed your cheeks softly crawling into bed next to you hugging you, waiting for you to talk.

“Tell me what’s wrong baby, ya know i’m here for ya baby doll.” He whispered in your ear softly, kissing your cheek lightly, putting his fingers under your chin to make you look at him in the eyes.

“You’re assistent is such a bitch Toji..” you muttered, frowning as he laughs a bit.

“Ya say what? what did she do y/n?” He said with full seriousness as he nudged for you to tell him what happened, still a bit concerned about you, his sweet little girl.

“Well, today I asked if I could visit you right? She said no and threw your lunch in the trash! She also said I looked hilarious when I said I was your girlfriend..” You explain slowly, getting a bit upset again, he frowns as he listens to you, getting mad already.

He knows his assistant was annoying, but she disrespected his sweet lil girl? That’s a big no-no.

“..She did what? Y/n, why didn’t you tell me this earlier hm? Tell me immediately when somethin like this happens, okay? I don’t want anyone to disrespect my girl like that. You look gorgeous baby, don’t listen to that whore.. you’re the prettiest woman ever.” He whispered in your ear softly, pulling you on his lap and hugging you, patting your back knowing you’re gonna get emotional.

He feels his heart shatter in pieces when he hears you cry on his shoulder, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, clearly concerned about you.

The next day Toji went to work, he called you, you widened your eyes not expecting a call from him as he was really busy but you just pick up. Just as you pick up he already starts talking, hearing a woman crying in the background.

“Hey sweets, just fired the bitch you were talking ‘bout!” He grins proudly, flipping the camera filming the woman crying.

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bad-decisionsot7 · 8 months

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Their reaction to you being demanding.

SEOKJIN

Jin would be on the couch, reading some book when you'd come in, hands behind your back. you two had gotten into a fight last week and you'd had enough of his childish, petty nature. "jin. bedroom now." he gave you a look but quickly stood up, making his way into the bedroom. "if you're going to continue on with that childish attitude it's going to be even worse." you warned him, his cheeks reddening at your words. you intended on teasing him until he was practically begging for you. jin was already hard, obeying you by stripping and laying on the bed. he knew he was in for it.

NAMJOON

Joonie would be cooking when you'd come behind him, your arms wrapping around his waist, your fingers trailed across his naked abdomen, goosebumps covering his tanned skin. "baby what you'd shush him by kissing his shoulder blades, a soft whimper escaping his lips. "meet me in the shower in ten minutes. no sooner. no later." you'd whisper, earning an eager nod from him. he was already picturing everything the two of you would do. something about shower sex with you being in a demanding attitude was what he dreamt of.

HOSEOK

Hoseok and you would be hosting a housewarming party, all of your friends and family present for the event, something about him in that damn silver suit he had been wearing was making you panties wet, the feeling making you uncomfortable. you'd get your way, you always did. hoseok would be shocked when you'd press your body up against his, leaning up to his ear only to whisper seductively, "I'm soaking wet baby." he gulped, looking down into your eyes only to see no joke, of course, he'd fulfill your needs in the upstairs bathroom while everyone wondered where the two home owners skipped off to.

JIMIN

Jimin and you were both switches but today you were feeling particularly dominant, especially seeing him look so damned cute in his grey sweats, you wanted to leave dark hickeys all over his flawless torso, so that's exactly what you did. jimin would be a moaning mess, your teeth marks practically engraved into his collarbones. he knew you could be rough but today it was over the top and he loved it. "what do you want baby boy?" you'd tease him while grasping his bulge. "y-you, please. you." what your babyboy wanted, he always got.

YOONGI

Yoongi and you would be snowed in, the weather driving the both of you mad. yoongi wanted to go to a party tonight but now he was bummed, you wanted to cheer him up but couldn't think of anything, until. you'd looked at him, slyly climbing onto his lap. he'd give you a look of confusion but it'd go away as soon as you'd grind down onto him. "I have an idea but you have to be willing to try it out, are you down?" already interested with the way things were currently going, he'd nod, consenting to whatever you wanted to do, boy was he in for quite an enjoyable ride.

TAEHYUNG

Tae would wake up to you kissing down his throat, your right hand lightly palming his head of hair. he loved waking up to you but now this was entirely different and my oh my was he excited. "baby-" he'd raspily whisper, your pussy throbbing at just his tone. "ssssh, let me take care of you for once. lay back little boy," you never called him that. he knew he was in for a surprise, you could be demanding but never like this, your tone so sassy, whatever you had in mind, he was prepared for.

JUNGKOOK

Jungkook would be playing his video games, practically ignoring you all day. "aw no!" he'd yell into his headset as you watched one of his teammates die. you were annoyed. he'd pay for this. you stripped, your clothes coming off, hair let down. you intended on showing him who's boss and not in a nice way. you walked behind him slowly before slipping in front of him, your naked body exposed. he'd be shocked, a sly smirk on your face. you'd crawl onto his lap, his cheeks turning a crimson color. "don't make this harder than it has to be baby. be quiet while i do my thing. make any noise and you'll regret it." you'd whisper into his ear, nipping it afterwards. you'd make him pay more attention to you, driving him insane as he tried not to make any noise into the headset where all of his friends could hear him.

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devilat-thedoor · 6 months

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happy sinful sunday😌

i just sent this to Li, because i love to torture her… but i also wanted someone to read it before i decided to post it…..but she’s at work. so🤷🏽‍♀️ enjoy. or don’t. either way.🫡

whatever you do, don’t think about jake coming home from a night out with his brothers and he finds you curled up under the blankets in bed, reading your favorite book while some documentary drones on for background noise because you absolutely cannot stand a quiet house. and he greets you with a crooked smile and you know he’s just a little tipsy but it makes you giggle because he just cheesily mumbles a “hi pretty girl.” and he knows you’re only wearing a big tshirt and your underwear because that what you always wear to bed and he has that lil mischievous glint in his eye but he disappears out of the bedroom and you hear the bathroom door close and after a few minutes you just go back to your reading and get swept up in the pages. you don’t realize that jake had quietly come back into the room until you feel the bottom of the bed dip and you lay your book on your chest to see him pulling the duvet over his head and crawling up the mattress, slithering along your warm legs with open mouthed kisses and featherlight touches. and you start to squirm, “jakey, what are you doing?”

and he chuckles just this deep, warm sound from his chest and you can feel his hot breath on your inner thigh but when you lift the blanket to look at him, he rips it from your hands and lets it fall back over him with a scolding, “no peeking, mind your business.” and then your legs are slowly being pushed apart and you feel him press one kiss to your hip, right below the hem of your panties, before he’s slipping his fingers below the waistband to pull them down. you discard your book to the nightstand and watch the blanket wave and crest with every move he makes, until he finally settles down and the sea of sheets goes still for a moment. you’re waiting in anticipation….you can feel the light puffs of breath leaving his lungs and bouncing off of your naked skin and he knows the wait is driving you mad. you’re tempted to lift the blanket again, to just see his sweet face, to beg him to do something, but you refrain. it feels like time stopped or maybe it’s just passing by very slowly and just when you start to forget the position that you’re in, when your breathing starts to even out and the anticipation fades, the only thing you feel is his hair grazing your thighs before his tongue is dragging through your folds and he latches his mouth onto you. and you cry out immediately, half from the shock of it and half from how expertly he explores your most sensitive spot. your fingers are grasping at his head from the top of the blanket, aching to twist your fingers through his hair and your back is arching off the bed and it’s all so overwhelming but so so so fucking delicious. and then you feel his fingers, just two of them, pushing into your cunt and stretching you, focusing on all the sweet spots that he knows so well. and your vision is clouding and your lungs are on fire and your legs start to shake and tremble and he has his free hand on your thigh, just rubbing soft, calming patterns with the pads of his rough fingers. you’re right there, ready for the fall, the plunge into the abyss….and Jake releases an almost animalistic growl, sucking your clit between his lips and curling his fingers just right and that’s it. you’re toppling, eyes rolling back, an ear shattering wail drowning out the sound of the tv and anything else that dare make a noise. and his tongue slows, leaving the rapid flicks behind to bring you back to earth with gentle, flat kitten licks. and he waits for you to settle, waits until you’re no longer gasping and heaving for air, before finishing his ascent. he pokes his head out of the top of the blanket, body hovering over your own, and he has that stupid, proud grin on his face; the one that’s all teeth and dimples and just plain goofy. and he kisses you hard and lovingly before rolling onto his side of the bed and picking the remote up to change the channel without a single word…..

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addicted-to-dc · 6 months

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AK!Jason Todd x Catwoman's protégé! Reader - Just for tonight, Kitty

Gotta love it when inspiration strikes. Not promising anything after this, but I'll use this *possible* series to work out my writer's block.

Warnings: Drugging, kidnapping, mentions of torture, guns, and manipulation/mind control... you've been warned.

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You knew something was wrong the second you took a gulp from your drink, the bartender darkly watching you unknowingly seal your fate. Whatever it was, it was fast-acting, dulling your senses just in time for a hand to wrap around your waist.

“You don’t look so good, Kitty.”

The familiar nickname makes your blood run cold, memories flooding back into your mind despite the many drinks you’ve used to drown your sorrows. It can’t be him, not like this.

You’re urged to your feet and led out of the crowded bar. The hand around your waist tightens every time you try to rip yourself away, never faltering until you’re shoved into a vehicle directly outside of the door. You land harshly on a seat, mustering the courage to look at the man doing this to you.

No, it can’t be him. Jason Todd is dead, the Joker made sure of it with a bullet and a warning to the rest of Batman’s little helpers.

“J-jay? Wha’s going on?”

You reach for your bracelet, but he snatches your wrist before you could send out a signal. He removes it from your wrist and tosses it out of the window. The car begins to move.

“Can’t let you ruin the surprise,” Jason replies, pulling you closer.

You’re overwhelmed on all fronts, your mind hazy and confused by everything going on. His hand slips into your pockets, emptying out their contents as he whispers in your ear.

“How has my girl been doing? You miss me?”

Of course, you missed him. It’s been five goddamn years of trying to recover from his death. Your brows furrow together at the question. Your eyes look outside the window, finally noticing that you’re entering a tunnel. His fingers gently guide your attention back to him, a much darker version of the boy you knew.

“Missed you,” you say sluggishly, staring at the new scars marring his face.

Tears begin to form at the sight of the ‘J’ burned into his skin, only a small piece of the suffering that the mad clown put him into. You’re glad the bastard is dead, the world free from the monstrous acts he’d continuously commit.

A smirk crawls onto his face at the reply, but not the carefree one that would appear after he convinced you to sneak out. No, it’s something else. Borderline malicious, but not directed at you. You used to read him like an open book, but now Jason is a mystery to you.

A large bump sends you into him, his arms wrapping around you instantly. He guides you to lay down on the seat, your head resting on his thigh as the car continues to drive on a much smoother path than before.

“I know you did, sweetheart,” he smiles, dragging his fingers over your lips. “I missed you, too.”

“W-why… Wh-where are-”

Jason shushes you with his finger, “You’re going to hurt yourself if you keep asking questions. We’re almost there.”

You’re so tired, barely able to move a finger as you fade in and out of consciousness. The combined efforts of Jason’s warmth and the rumble of the car is enough to finally lull you to sleep. It’s the best sleep you’ve had in years. No nightmares, terrors, or the clown taunting you from beyond the grave.

You awaken slowly, an overwhelming warmth keeping you from moving. It feels like home, something you haven’t had in a while. After what feels like forever, you finally open your eyes. A nearly barren room faces you, too militaristic with a suit of armor laying across a table. The currently deactivated mask captivates you, a nearly faceless… bat?

Your curiosity gets the better of you, slowly getting up, leaving the warmth behind, to see it. Cautiously, you walk over to the table. You pay no mind to the warning bells wringing in your head as you reach for the helmet.

“Still as curious as a cat, huh, (Y/N)?”

You wrench your hand away and turn around. A gasp leaves your throat before you could prevent it. Jason Todd is alive. There is no doubt in your mind, not when he’s standing right in front of you. He’s not the boy you fought with and against, nearly crossing so many lines to be with each other. A bat and a cat, something only Bruce and Selena could understand. They couldn’t stop it, just like they couldn’t stop themselves from falling in love.

You nod, “I am, but you’re just… a mystery to me. What happened? How are you alive? Does Bruce even know?”

The final question has him closing the distance between the two of you before guiding you away from the armor. You sit back down on the bed, but he remains standing.

“Did Bruce tell you what happened?”

Your throat dries up at the thought of the video that Joker sent. He looked and sounded broken, both inside and out. Bruce tried to pause it, to keep you from the pain of the truth, but you blocked him. You’d never forget Jay’s last moments on the video, the gunshot, how he just laid on the floor lifelessly…

Jason swipes the unwelcome tears from your face. Your head slowly tilts up, his hand guiding you to look into his eyes. “I saw the video, but you’re here?”

You look into his eyes, a million questions going through your mind. The memories last night were fuzzy, but you remember him saying something about a surprise. You took a sip from your drink… there was something in it.

Standing up, you wrench out of his grip and put some distance between the two of you. “What the hell is this? Did you drug me? Where the hell are we, Jason?”

Your voice wavers at the last question, but your hand already weakly pointed towards the mask and the militaristic armor alongside it. His eyes meet the helmet, and they darken.

“I need your help, (Y/N),” he says, finally moving to turn on the mask.

As soon as you see the eyes light up your stomach drops, everything clicking into place. You’ve been keeping tabs on Deathstroke for the past few years, watching as he’d train new recruits for a militia. You now realize why the armor struck a nerve. The Arkham Knight.

“I don’t like this, Jay,” you whisper, backing away from him, “but you know that.”

You’ve heard only whispers of what the Knight is capable of, his ruthlessness drilled into you through the horror stories from the militiamen. How could he be the Arkham Knight? He can’t be. He couldn’t. Not your Jay.

He sighs and places the helmet down. Your eyes shift to the helmet that was hidden in the corner, blocked by his own. Jason picks it up, holding it in front of you.

“I need you to get something for me, something I know only you can do,” he begins, taking hesitant steps forward.

With each step closer you can see the Knight, how he stalks towards you like prey. You gulp at the sight, clenching your hands to try and stop yourself from shaking.

“What is it?” you ask, flinching when he places a hand on your cheek.

He’s warm, too warm for a cold-blooded killer. You close your eyes, too weak against his touch. His hand drifts down, finding a home on your lower back.

“We need you to acquire some files at Stagg Enterprises. Off the record ones.”

The best kind, you think automatically. There’s something that makes you hesitate, a gut feeling telling you that there’s more to this. Something bigger than just you and Jason.

“Who am I doing this for? You? Or the Arkham Knight?” you ask, fearing what the answer will be.

He remains quiet for a few moments, until his answer breaks the silence. “Depends on if you’re going to do it willingly.”

You tense at his words. The Arkham Knight has spoken, using your connection with Jason against you. Everything is telling you to run, to fight back and try to leave, but there’s a reason why he brought you here. You can only assume it’s a fortress, something that is meant to keep people out and prisoners within.

Just as you try to take a step back, he pulls you closer to him. Jason’s grip is too strong for you to break. You finally look up at him, eyes widening as he shoves the helm onto you. You’re only able to struggle for a moment until you made the mistake of opening your eyes. Your body goes slack as you recognize the tech.

You had a past run-in with the Mad Hatter. That experience was enough for you to know behind his silly delusions of Wonderland, his mind control tech was terrifying. Your lack of movement is enough to tell him that the tech is working. Jason adjusts the helmet on you, tightening the straps so it won’t go anywhere.

“Just for tonight, Kitty. Go get dressed, your suit’s waiting for you.”

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Demon Marco x Afab Reader x Angel Smut

18+ mdi, possible dubious consent, I'm sure if it is or not but letting people know anyway.

(I was listening to a MarcoAce playlist, when my brain went oooo what if Marco was Demon and Ace was an Angel, with them a trying claim you as their own, and ends in a threesome happens. I can't write smut well but here is it anyway)

Ace is kind of your self pointed guardian angel, it's not actually his job to watch over you but he does anyway because he has become so infatuated with you and seeing you going out with anyone drive him mad as the thought of anyone touching you that isn't him make him want to smite that person.

When your sleeping he will watch you sleep and caresses your face, moving hair from your face and peppers your head and face with kisses, but there times when he wants to do more, especially when your having an intimate dreams and moaning/whimper in your sleep, sometimes even begging for more.

Upon first seeing you, Marco knew you were something special and stalked you, wanting to know what it is about you that drew him in. When you're out on dates he will whisper in your ear about how vile and horrible the person, making you no longer want to see them.

He likes to invade your dreams, turning your pleasant dream into a sexual dream, where he would tease and edge you for felt like hours, saying that he was the only one who could give you wanted and then just before you got come, Marco would make you wake up, causing you to feel completely frustrated, so you would use your hands or toys, while trying to remember the dream, to finish yourself off.

Ace always watched as you woke up and then watched as you made yourself come, having to restrain himself from touching you but each time it got harder as he got closer, until it was to much for himself and couldn't help himself, as he put his mouth and hands were on you, making you come hard, which made him from that point to keep touching you when fucked yourself.

It didn't long for Marco to notice that you haven't been as frustrated of late, decided to come see you personally to see, by following you into a club and seduced you, as you took him home.

Upon entering your home, you were pinned against a wall with both hands above your head, as Marco dominated your mouth, pulling your clothes off before he took you to the bedroom, where he dropped on the bed and kneeling in front of you and kissing up legs, leaving bite marks on both inner thighs, as his mouth and tongue soon found you soak, as he drove in like he never eaten more, sucking on your clit and tongue entering you.

He had you moaning and begging for more as you were so closer to coming, when the room is filled with a bright light making you squeeze your eyes shuts as hurt with how bright it. When it was gone you saw that there were now two figures in front of you, one with wings and other with horns and tail.

You noticed that Marco, the dude from the club, had horns and tail being surrounded by blue and gold flames. You tried to crawl away from them but the tail wrapped round you leg, pulling you back to him, as his fingers began teasing you now.

The figure with the wings began to snarl at the Marco, demanding he let go what was his but the Marco just gave them a lazy smile, and told them there was plenty of holes to go around if they want to join.

While the figure was deciding, Marco had you crying and begging for more, as he started whispering how much you wanted the angel to join, so far gone with pleasure you agreed, if he let you come. He called you a good pet and let you come.

The figure agreed to join and as he told you that his name was Ace, before his hands and mouth were on you. You found that your pleasure was intensified, having two mouths on you and two sets of hands on you. You used Marco horns to steady yourself as you rode him, while his tail teased and probed your back entrance before moving around to the front of you and moved down your body, till it was pressing against your clit, send pleasure through you as clenched around around Marco, which drew a hiss from him before you fell against demon breathing hard.

Ace watched you for a moment before he moving behind you and began to ease one finger and then another finger in to your ass, as he started to work and stretch you for him, before grabbing the lube and coating his cock, before easing into you but you clenched at the discomfort the deep he got. While Ace was telling you to relax, Marco took one of you breast in his mouth and bite down with his sharp teeth, making you cry out in pain, before letting go and lapped at the blood he drew before tugging and sucking on your nipple, as he moved his tail away and replaced it with his hand, rubbing slow circles your clit, making you whine as it wasn't enough.

With you momentary distracted, Ace was able to fully bury himself in you, and having two cocks in you, you felt so full. Ace let you get to used to him before nearly pulling out and slammed back in, making you gap before he stopped.

With neither of them moving, you had to beg them to move as you need more, and with that they started to move, slowly drawing whines from you, as you tried to get them to go faster, but they kept their slow agonizing pace as they were enjoying you beg for more, until Marco stuffed his tail in your mouth silencing you, as he pulled out and slammed back making you scream around his tail.

As their pace began to pick up and kept going, setting unhuman pace as they both slammed back into you, making you moan around his tail, crying out their names as you came but they kept going, drawing more orgasms from you, until they came, painting your insides white.

While coming Marco bit into your neck, leaving his mark and claiming you as his own from now on, letting over demons know you were his. Ace splayed his hand on your sternum and breasts, as he branded his hand on your skin, claim you as his own as well, warding off any angels, demons or creatures, that weren't Marco, as the demon has got his own claim on you now.

When you finally collapsed against Marco chest, you thought that was it, you were overstimulated and everything was sore, and just wanted to rest, but you quickly found that it wasn't as you were moved around. So now you were face Ace with Marco behind you, but you could feel that they were hard and tried to move away not wanting to take more but their hold on you stop, with Marco claws dug into your thighs, making you whimper.

Ace started cooing out, as his fingers moved down to your body to your cunt, and entered you as he curled them hitting that sweet spot, making you cry out and told them no more. They instead started whispering and prising you, saying how well you took them both and its only right they got to try the other hole. Before you could responses, you had both cocks back in you, make you moan with a cry as you arched your, which allowed Ace to take one breast in his mouth, using his teeth to bite and pull your nipple, before swapping to the other one, as both Angel and Demon fucked you harder, leaving more marks on you, making you forgot how many time they got you come, and cried with how overstimulated you.

This time when they came, it felt like it was never ending and when they pulled out, they watch as you flopped down on the bed exhausted and so close to passing out, watching as their cum leaked out of both your holes.

Marco used to his tailed pushed some of the leaking cum back inside you, what made you cry out as you felt it probed and enter your abused cunt, before his tail left and was pressed against your lips and entered your mouth, making you it clean of and that was last thing you remembered before passing out.

When you woke in the morning, you entire body was sorer than you ever felt it before, as you remembered the intense dream you had with an Angel and Demon, but quickly found that it wasn't a dream, as you still had cum leaking out of you, with dried cum on your thighs as well as being covered in bite marks, cuts and bruises.

You stumble on weak legs to the bathroom and stood under the hot shower, with your eyes closed as you cleaned yourself off. Just when you were about to turn the shower off, your eyes snapped open as you felt hands on you but saw no one, and was pushed up against the wall as one hand played with a breast and the other one moved down till it was your groin and soon two fingers slipped in and began thrusting quickly, followed by a third finger, just as they curled and hit that sweet spot which made you see stars with cry as you came and fall to your knees.

With the hands were vanishing from your body, it took you a good few minutes to get your breathing under control and find the strength to stand up and walk.

Walking back into your bedroom there were two people, Marco and Ace, the Demon and Angel from the night before, with a look of unbridled lust on their face, which made you realise you were in for more of the same, as the marks on your chest and neck began to grow hot and throb, with the need to be touched by them, racing through your body.

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THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL

Drew Starkey x Female Reader

Chapter 3

Warnings : alcohol, smut, loss of virginity This is the last chapter of this serie. I hope you'll enjoy it !

chapter 1

chapter 2

"There are many things in life that will catch your eyes, but only a few will catch your heart. Pursue those. " -Michael Nolan

It’s the first time that we’re all since Christmas. Drew is talking to the boys, telling him about how at his parents. We didn’t talk about what happened that day in his bedroom, I just apologized for acting like that and he told me not to worry. We’re just best friends trying to figure life out.

"If that is not Y/N!"

"Oh my god! Hiiii! How are you?" I asked the guy behind me, rising from my seat to hug him. "Guys, this is Oliver. He was my best friend from elementary to high school."

He smiles at them, his arm around my shoulder. When I ask him what he’s doing here, he tells me that his friends picked this bar to celebrate the New Year.

"Do you want a drink? " Olivier asks, pointing over two stools at the bar. I accept, taking his hand and following him. I see the girls looking at me with smiles and playful looks. I laugh softly, just wanting to have a drink with my childhood best friend. My heart belongs to Drew, but these past few days I just want to think about someone else and clear my mind. I’ve been in love with him for a long time now, always thinking about him and how cute and wonderful he is. From the moment we kissed as our characters for the first time to our fight, I keep loving him. But maybe now it’s time to let myself live at little bit, without him.

Drew’s point of view

I see her at the bar, talking with some guy. She’s sipping her cocktail, admiring him. I think Lacia sees the confusion on my face because she taps on my shoulder and explains to me who he is. He looks handsome and I can’t help but be a little jealous of how she looks at him. Especially when his hand finds its way down her back, murmuring something in her ear. It should be me with her like that, and I can’t help but be mad at myself for how things played out.

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Y/N’s point of view

I’m outside with Oliver, still talking about what is going on in our lives. My phone rings and when I look at it, I see a text from Madelyn wishing me a happy New Year. I didn’t even realize that it was midnight already.

"Happy New Year Oli! "

"Oh! Happy New Year! I wish you everything you wish for. "

I smile before hugging him. It’s good to see him again after having lost touch after high school. When I break his embrace, his lips find mine, kissing me softly. I smile on his lips, my face finding its way on his chest.

"Don’t get shy on my now, " he laughs.

"I’m sorry, I just didn’t except kissing someone tonight. Listen, I just probably go check on my friends, they must probably wonder where I went. You have my number so text me whenever you want, " I kiss his cheek goodbye before turning around and entering the bar.

Drew’s point of view

I see her coming back to our table, her lipstick a bit smudged. I don’t need more clues to understand what just happened with her and that man. I look at her, my head filled with memories of the feelings never told and at this moment, I realize that I need to be hers. I would crawl home to her if it was what it took for her to want me.

"You had fun with your friend?" I ask.

"I did. Thanks for asking…" she responds.

"Yeah, I can see that. "

She looks at me with an awkward smile, before sitting next to Maddie, who is almost sleeping on the table. She wakes her up, telling her that she’ll drive her home since she just had one drink.

"C’mon Mad. Let’s get you home. Drew, are you coming home too? "

I nod, before saying goodbye to everyone. Y/N drove Maddie home before parking her car at our apartment entrance. When she unlocks the door, she throws her heels away, sighing in relief.

"God, my feet are killing me. " She laughs, making her way to her bedroom, exiting it with her towel and pyjamas. "I’ll go in the shower; do you want to watch an episode of Modern Family after? "

"Of course. But I need to take a shower too before. I feel disgusting, " I chuckle.

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As we’re sitting on the couch, I look at her, not thinking twice before asking about Oliver. She explains to me that he was her best friend and that they kissed. I can feel the anger and the jealousy inside of me but I try to act as nothing.

"He’s cute but he is not my type. I would not have a relationship with him, if it what you’re asking. "

"Maybe it is, " I say. "Maybe it’s because I want you. "¸

"What? "

"I want you, Y/N. I want everything from you. I want you to be able to see yourself through my eyes and to realize how special you are to me. And tonight, when I saw you with him, I realized that I need you in my life more than a best friend. "

"Drew…"

I suddenly have a feral urge to crash my lips on hers and I can feel she wants the same.

Y/N’s point of view

Drew’s lips are on mine and I can’t explain how it feels at the exact moment. Even if I kissed him for work, it doesn’t feel the same. It feels real. It is real. I can feel him smile against my lips when my hand grabs his hair, giving me a little push to sit on his thighs. One of his hands is on the end of my back and the other one is on my cheek. I can feel his tongue pushing against mine and I let him. He lays me on the couch, his hand caressing my hair.

"Do you want to go in the bedroom? " He asks me, murmuring in my ear. He doesn’t have to ask me twice before my hand is in his and I bring him to my bedroom. He kisses me until my legs are on the side of the bed, making me fall on it. He’s on top of me, and his mouth is on my neck, giving me butterflies.

"I want you, Drew. Please. "

"Asked like that, it would be my pleasure, " he says chuckling.

His hands make their way to the hem of my shirt, pushing it further, asking for permission to undress me. I nod, watching Drew undress both of us. Both of our breathing is shallow when he looks at me. I feel shy, being almost naked in front of me. His hand plays with the hem of my panties, his mouth leaving small kisses on my stomach. When he takes off my underwear, I can se his eyes glistening.

"You are so beautiful. Are you sure you want to do this? "

"Yes, Drew, please. "

He kisses me one last time, his fingers playing with my nipples, making them hard. His hand finds its way to my core, murmuring in your ear how wet I am. His fingers play with my folds, before pushing one finger slowly into me, making my breath stops. The palm of his hand rubs softly against my clit, and it that moment you never felt better.

He parts my thighs and he places my feet on his shoulders before placing him between my thighs. The tip of his nose brushes delicately on top of my clit and his tongue glides slowly in my folds. The moan I do makes him smile against my core and when he looks at me, his face is all wet from my arousal. But now I want to make him feel good. So, I sit up, my hand taking his boxer off. My breath gets caught when I see how big he is. I tentatively put my hand around him, making up and down movements and with the way his head falls back, I guess I’m doing good.

"Fuck. " He moaned.

"Can I taste you? "

His eyes sparkled the second I ask him, and he replace himself to be comfortable, while I start leaving some small kisses on his cock. His hands grab my hair in a makeshift ponytail, before guiding my head up and down his cock. He stops me just before he could cum, kissing me softly.

"Are you ready? "

"Put your hands on my shoulders and squeeze if it hurts, and tell me if you need me to stop, okay? " He instructed.

I nod, while Drew slowly pushes the tip of his cock in me. He takes a sharp breath as he pushes into me, feeling my walls clenching around him.

"You’re doing really great baby, want me to move? " He says, his voice hoarse.

I agree and with that, it’s not long before Drew’s sweet sounds in my ear and each stroke of him against that perfect little spot make me grip the headboard.

"You feel so fucking good baby, so tight. "

"Drew. "

Drew’s point of view

"Drew. "

The way she says my name and the breathy moan that spills from her lips are too much, pushing me right to the end. I watch her as her head falls back on the pillow and her back arches, and I swear that I never saw something that perfect in my life. I try to catch my breath, while she does the same. I cuddle her, caressing her hair.

"Hey, I love you. "

She smiles at me, and her smile is literally the cutest thing I have ever seen.

"I love you too Drew. "

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 11: Sensory Deprivation- Thor Odinson

A/N: takes place between AOU and Ragnarok in an alt universe where Thor is king and still an avenger 😅

Summary: Life has been busy and rough for Thor lately. You decide to help your husband by taking his pleasure into your own hands... and mouth...

Word Count: 2,471 words

Being the king of Asgard and an avenger would drive anyone half mad, even a powerful god like Thor. There always seemed to be something that needed his attention, always a meeting to attend or a place to save.

So many decisions and so much responsibility, just once he’d like to hand the reins over to someone else, even for an evening. This was the concern your husband Thor had presented to you only a couple evenings ago. You’d tried to pick up extra work where you could to help him but you decided that maybe you needed to take his words a bit more literally.

Just for an evening.

Walking into your large shared bedroom you’re surprised to find Thor actually there. Hes been so busy that usually you don’t see him until he slips into bed in the middle of the night. He’s sat with his back to the door in his large armchair in front of the fire place, just staring. So wrapped up in thought that he obviously didn’t realise you’d walked into the room.

“Darling?” You gently ask him as you slowly walk to stand in front of him, blocking his view of the fire.

Slowly his eyes come back into focus and he looks up at you tiredly.

“Hello, love.” He replies quietly, smiling up at you as his fingers lightly brush your own.

Smiling down at him softly, your hand cups his face and you lower yourself down the straddle his hips. Rubbing his cheek lovingly, one of his hands reaches to rest on your hip, neither of you able to tear your eyes away from looking at each other, just so madly in love.

“Darling you’ve been wearing yourself very thin and I believe that you need someone to help you.” You begin to tell him your plan as your hands fall to his chest and his other hand holds your other hip.

“I want to help you, my love.” You tell him, your voice now becoming deeper and more sultry as you begin to grind into him, earning a deep moan from him.

Smirking at his moan and the way his hands tighten on your hips you lean into his ear, lightly kissing his strong jaw on the way.

“Let me help you. Give yourself over to me tonight and I can make sure you’re rested and satiated. Let me take control of your pleasure, Thor.” You whisper hotly into his ear, your grinding becoming deeper and faster.

“What did you have in mind, my love?” He asks with a sultry voice while his eyes begged innocently. He was still trying to hold onto his dominance but he was also begging you to take care of him.

“You go on the bed, my sweet king and put your hands above your head.” You command him sweetly, rubbing his cheek lovingly as you crawl off his lap.

As soon as you leave his lap he crawls onto the bed and obeys your actions perfectly. Strong arms lifting above his head, wrists even touching together, almost like he knows what you have planned and is begging for it.

Sauntering over to the bed you straddle his lap, once again grinding down, this time feeling just how hard he is already. Moaning you bite your lip and look intensely into his eyes.

“Tonight I’m going to look after you, my sweet king. You have too many things running around in your mind and you need to hand over control tonight, let me help you.” You once again reassure him lovingly as your grinding becomes harder and faster.

“Once I get up I’m going to grab some things, when I come back I’d like you to be naked and in this same position. I’ve got a blindfold so your eyes can’t roam around the room and think about everything you need to be doing or overthinking. I’ve got some strong Asgardian handcuffs so you can’t take control, you’ll have to let me help you. Lastly I have a mouth gag, so that you can’t say a thing, can’t control or order around anything. Let me take care of you and you can just feel the pleasure I’m going to give you.” You tell the handsome god below you. Thor now panting and eyes begging as your grinding comes to a complete halt.

“Does that sound good to you, your highness?” You ask him once his breathing has slowed down once again.

“Yes, please.” He begs quietly and quickly.

“Good boy. Now do what I told you and I’ll be back in a second.” You tell him smiling as you hop off of him and get the things from your walk in wardrobe.

Once the 3 ideas you’ll need for tonight are found and placed on the little table in the small room you begin to change into something more comfortable. Tonight was about Thor and his pleasure, about him feeling relaxed and taken care of. Usually when you two are intimate you’d pick something sexy to wear, get him nice and ready; tonight you decided on something more simple, instead going with a comfortable pair of underwear and one of his oversized shirts.

Walking out with items in hand you see Thor on the bed exactly how you’d asked him to be. Fuck he was so gorgeous, his taut muscles on his stomach quaking in anticipation, his hard cock already bouncing with excitement and his big strong arms held above his head. Once his eyes met you he let out a light moan and he silently begged you as he saw the items in your hands.

Walking over to the bed once again, you placed the items next to him as you straddled his thighs, making sure to be careful and not touch his cock just yet. Taking the handcuffs in your hands you run your free hand up his arm as you lock his hands to the headboard of the bed.

“Now, my sweet king, if any of this becomes too much for you tonight you won’t be able to use your words so I want you to hit the headboard three times. Can you show me that, darling?” You ask him gently as you rub your hands over his abdomen.

Thor gave you a hopeful and almost dumbly proud smile as he hit the headboard three times.

“Good job, baby.” You proudly smiled, rubbing his cheek. Looking down at him he smiled back at you, looking relieved that he’s made you proud, wanting to do anything to make you proud of him.

Thor isn’t submissive often when you’re intimate with each other, but when he is all he wants to do is make you proud of him, to be your good boy, your sweet king.

Next came the blindfold.

“Okay, darling, now it’s time for the blindfold. Don’t be scared, my love. I just want you to focus on the pleasure I’m going to give you. I love you, darling and I just want you to enjoy yourself.” You gently told him as you kissed his cheek and put the blindfold on.

Stroking his cheek you lightly kissed his lips.

“Last part, my sweet king. Before I put the gag on you I want you to take three deep breaths for me. Breathe with me, darling.” You tell him gently as you help him through three deep healing breaths.

With the last breath you lightly squeeze his cheeks and put the gag between his teeth and tie the gag behind his head.

“Now you relax and you enjoy your pleasure, my good boy.” You whisper to him and kiss his cheeks.

Giving Thor one last look you smirk to yourself as you gently rake your nails down his chest, gently grazing over his already perked nipples, getting a gagged gasp as a result. Your nails drag down his abdomen, over his thighs, across inner thigh, up his balls and up his cock, paying special attention to his head.

By the time you take your hands away from Thor he is a panting, twitching and sweaty mess. He looked so perfect beneath you like this.

Pushing off of his thighs you spread his legs apart and sit between his thighs. Bringing your head to his knee you begin kissing down his inner thigh, licking and nipping along the way. Making your way down you reach between his legs. Kissing his balls you lick a long strip up from his balls all the way to his thick head, giving it an open mouthed kiss.

Giving his head kisses all over you begin to take it in your mouth, sucking tightly and licking the underside of his cock. Looking up as you suck you see Thors head tilted back and powerful moans making their way past the gag.

Your hands rub from his inner thighs, over his hips and up to his waist. Holding his waist tightly you began to take his large member further and further into your mouth. Only being able to take half of him in your mouth before you began to gag, taking the rest of him in your hand. This added pleasure causes his hips to move up, trying to thrust more into your mouth.

The hand around his waist moves to the other side of his body as your forearm digs into his torso, trying to stop his hips from moving. Your mouth moves off of him, causing a gagged whine to leave him.

“Ah ah ah, you keep your hips still, my sweet king. Come on and be a good boy for me.” You soothed him as you lightly kiss his tip, gently waiting for his hips to stop gyrating.

“Good boy.” You tell him softly as his hips slow to a stop.

Taking his head back into your mouth you continue to take him down your throat and rub his base with a moderate pace. Gagging around his thick length you begin to use your own saliva as lube, moving your head and hand up and down at a fast pace.

His gagged moans and huffs became louder and more erratic as your pace became faster. Trying so hard to keep his hips still but to no avail as he still pushed up with shallow thrusts. He wants to be your good boy so badly but the pleasure is just too intense.

Pushing his hips down with your arm you let him be, this was supposed to be about his pleasure and you could see he wasn’t being bad. You could see the muscles in his strong arms begin to tense and you knew he was close, it wouldn’t take much longer for him to come undone in your mouth.

After only a few more hard strokes and sucks he let out a loud gagged roar and his warm cum shock down your throat, happily swallowing the massive load.

Coming up from the position between his thighs you gently straddle his chest as you very lightly remove his gag and blindfold. Revealing his eyes and freeing his mouth showed the god with a blissed out and glazed over expression on his face.

“How are you feeling, my sweet king?” You ask as you gently run your thumb across his cheek.

“Good.” Was all he could simply answer as a large smile grew on his face and his eyes closed.

“You think you can give me one more orgasm? Tire you out properly so you can sleep well tonight?” You ask him gently.

Slight worry started to grow on his face as he looked down at the gag and blindfold beside him. Understanding that he’d had enough of the sensory deprivation for the evening you pushed them aside and laid down next to him, your arm wrapping around his centre as you looked up at him.

“I think I got you out of your head enough for tonight, darling. How about you let your queen ride you until you cum again. Then we can have a nice bath and go to sleep. Does that sound good, my king?” You ask gently.

“Yes please, but um…” he shakes the chains that had his hands still attached above his head.

“No those can stay there. I want to give you your pleasure properly, let me be in charge for once, oh mighty Thor.” You lightly tease him with a giggle.

He lightly chuckles as you climb back on top of the huge god. Removing his shirt over his head and revealing your breasts causes him to let out a long and loud moan. Quickly you manage to take off your panties before reaching between the both of you. Taking his member in your hand you begin to rub it up and down the length of your pussy.

“Now remember since that gags not in you can be as loud as you like. Grunt, moan, scream out, whatever my handsome king needs. Get out all your pent up energy, darling.” You reassure him as you slowly lower yourself onto him, both of you letting out loud moans.

Holding onto his chest you begin to lightly rock your hips on top of him. As you slowly speed up, the god beneath you’s moans and grunts become louder and more animalistic. Now going as fast as your body will allow you, your breasts bouncing right in Thors face, making him moan out mixed with a few huffs of ‘oh fuck’ and some asgardian words you didn’t quite know.

Thor may have a pretty nonexistent refraction period but with how worn out he’s been and how powerful his last orgasm was it didn’t take him long at all before his head shot back with a loud groan and his hips pushed into you powerfully. Grinding onto him a few more times to help him ride out his orgasm you lightly collapse on top of him, both catching your breath.

Weakly leaning up and trying to be gentle you release Thors hands from the cuffs. Almost instantly his hands shoot to wrap around your frame, humming and sighing contently at finally being able to hold you skin to skin properly. He hums as he lightly rocks you back and forth, until he suddenly stops and looks down at you.

“Wait, you didn’t get to cum.” He looks down at you worried.

Lifting your hand you grab ahold of his strong jaw.

“That doesn’t matter, my darling. Tonight was all about you. Trust me when I say I still had a great time.” You smile at him sweetly as you gently kiss his lips over and over.

“Now let’s get you into the nice warm bath, my love.” You now kiss him deeply as you stand up and hold his hand, leading you both to the large bathroom.

#Thor #Thor Odinson #Thor x reader #Thor imagine #Thor Odinson x reader #Thor Odinson imagine #marvel #MCU #marvel imagine #MCU imagine

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jakesguitarsolo · 5 months

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happy sexy sunday!!! so, jake is often perceived to be dominant and rough in fics, and I LOVE that, but lately I've been so caught up in the idea of just teasing him. more specifically, straddling him while he lays down with his hands tied to the headboard while you rub your pussy up and down his cock without him entering you yet.

I'll just leave that idea there to marinate xx

lots of love !!

This idea was SO hot that I had to let it marinate for a whole week… Also, as a switch myself, WHOA… 😅 🥵 🔥

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ below the cut! Minors DNI

You stare down at your handiwork as you circle the bed. Jake is lying naked, sprawled out and tied up, arms above his head, legs bound to each post. He’s looking absolutely delicious as always, but something about the role reversal tonight has him looking extra intoxicating. You rarely get the opportunity for this type of physical control and power over him, and you’re going to take full advantage of his submission.

The way his hair is disheveled from tugging on his restraints. The way a bead of sweat slowly drips down his forehead from the anticipation. The way his mouth is parted slightly. The way his chest is moving up and down from the heavy breathing. Everything about him is driving you absolutely mad.

You want nothing more than to give him exactly what he wants. You want to take his cock in your mouth until you’re choking on him. You want to let him fuck you hard and rough, just the way he likes. But that’s not in the cards for either of you tonight. You’re going to use him. Like your own personal fuck toy. You want to see him beg, crawl, grovel for you to let him cum.

“Baby, just let me see you at least.” Oh yeah, and you have him blindfolded. “Ask nicely, Jake,” you command him. “Please, angel. I’d do anything to see how beautiful you look right now,” he pleads.

His hard cock is resting against his stomach, twitching as he feels you peel off the blindfold. Jake blinks, adjusting to the change in light. His jaw drops as he sees you standing before him. Wearing your sexiest black lace lingerie set. You even put on the matching garter belt, stockings, and high heels to fully submerse yourself in this new dominant role.

“Wow, y/n… You look…” Jake can barely get any words out. He’s in complete awe of you. “What did you just call me, Jake?” You snap. Clearly, he forgot who is tied up right now. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry. Please,” he begs. “Please, what? Hmm? What do you want?” You tease him, putting one foot up on the bed spreading your leg open as you rest your elbow on your knee and your chin in your palm. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t soaking wet, but you just hope he can’t see it through your lace thong or dripping down your inner thigh. Jake tugs on his hands again, trying to free himself to no avail. “Let me touch you, please. Or touch me. Something. Anything, angel.”

As much as you love to hear him beg for you, you’re sick of waiting. You want to relieve the ache between your legs as much as he does. But you’re not ready to give up the power and give in to him just yet, so you come up with an idea. Something you’ve always wanted to try but nervous that maybe Jake wouldn’t be into it. Tonight, none of that mattered. You can use him however you please, and fuck would you derive the greatest pleasure from this.

You climb up on the bed and crawl over to him. As you throw your leg over his body to straddle him, you lean down and whisper in his ear, “This is just for me, alright. You’re gonna lay there and take it like a good boy, right Jakey? You gonna be my good boy tonight?”

“Yes, angel. Please use me. Do whatever you want with me. I’m so lucky that you’re gonna use me to make yourself feel good, baby. Please… Show me.”

You lean down again and for the first time tonight capture Jake’s lips in yours. He’s like a man starved. Leaning into your kiss as much as he can from his vulnerable position. Opening his mouth up to you, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip. Hungry for more of you. Hungry for as much as you’ll give him. You take his bottom lip between your teeth and pull harshly, eliciting a moan from him.

Releasing his lip, you smirk down at him. Staring directly into his big caramel eyes, you pull your panties to the side, exposing your cunt to Jake. There’s no doubt about it now, he can see how wet you are already. You line yourself up so you’re hovering directly over the underneath part of his thick shaft. You lower yourself and both hiss at the contact. Fuck, it already feels so good. You place your hands on his chest and start to move your hips back and forth on his cock with ease, grinding against him. You hear Jake moan beneath you, reveling in the feeling of how warm your pussy is on him.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so sexy getting yourself off like this on me,” Jake groans out with a raspy breath. You continue rubbing your clit against him. You knew this would feel good, but you didn’t think you’d be this close so quickly. You roll your hips slower, trying to savor the buildup to your impending orgasm. “Mmm, Jake… You’re being so good for me. So proud of you taking what little I give you.” He lifts his hips up, trying to create more friction for you. Throwing your head back, you’re shocked at the moan that escapes you.

You’ve changed up your rhythm, gyrating your hips quicker. Your pussy lips are spread open, fitting deliciously around his thick cock. The position creating the most incredible sensation for your clit. You feel the heat spreading in your lower stomach, knowing that you can no longer fight it. Your body has taken over now. Jake pants, “Keep going, angel. You look so pretty on top of me. Wanna see you cum just like that.” Your thighs squeeze and clench against his body. His words sending you over the edge. Your entire body is tingling, in a complete state of euphoria. If there is a heaven, your soul has ascended to it. As you come crashing back down to reality, you realize your eyes had been closed. When you open them and look down at Jake, you see ropes of his cum decorating his stomach and chest.

Confused, you ask, “Jake, did you…” But he cuts you off before you could finish, “Couldn’t help it, angel. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” If your face wasn’t beat red from the orgasm, it is now from what he just said. There’s no way he came simply from you grinding on him, you hadn’t even let him enter you yet. You barely let his tip near your heat. “I was going to untie you, Jake… I was just going to get myself off like that and then untie you and let you fuck me however you want…” You were shocked that he enjoyed that as much as you did.

He pulls his hands out from the restraints and drops them down to the meat on your hips. Wait, he could get himself out this whole time? “I loved that, baby. Wow. Think we could do it again sometime? Would you like that? I know I would,” he smirked and pulled you down to lay on him. Jake gave you a gentle kiss on your forehead, then the tip of your nose, and finally your lips.

“Absolutely! Are you kidding me Jake? Hell yes I would,” you said, kissing him again.

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Day 4: Kihyun + Changkyun 🎄 Threesome

Kinkmas 2023

Kihyun could hardly remember how you all ended up here, but all was quickly forgotten when drowned in pleasure. And the slick warmth of your tongue sliding over his cock as it filled your gorgeous mouth was more than enough to do the job. He was hardly aware of Changkyun's presence, although the vibrations of your moans and the way your mouth somewhat rattled around his cock as you took Changkyun's dick was enough to remind him. And then his eyes reopened and he was able to again take in the filthy, lovely sight before him. God, he wanted to just lean in and cover every part of your perfect body in kisses, have his hands on every last inch of you. Fuck, was he ruined. Absolutely fallen for you now.

"So fucking tight, baby," Changkyun moaned, once again pulling Kihyun back to reality. He felt like a balloon, floating away into a beautiful blue sky, full of fictional scenarios with you that he knew would never come true, then getting yanked back down to earth, to reality. But reality was feeling more unreal with each passing second. He realized the repeated chanting of your name he was hearing was spilling from his own lips, and without warning, he's pushed over the edge, shuddering and covering your mouth in his cum. A chuckle from you pierced through the blissed out ringing that filled his ears, and his eyes refocused on your face.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry," he stumbled, fumbling for something to clean you up, feeling so guilty the second he sees your skin glistening with streaks of white, your plush pink lips glossed with his cum.

"'S alright," you giggled, your soft tongue poking out to lick your lips clean, although that was only a fraction of what painted your skin. "Just a little warning next time, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah, God, I'm sorry..."

"What, done already, Kihyun?" Changkyun teased with a dark laugh of his own, shoving his cock deeper into you, biting hard on his lip, and making you moan as Kihyun clumsily wiped at your face with the fabric of his previously discarded shirt. Holding your cheek and watching your face contort in pleasure as you got railed was driving him absolutely mad, and as desperately as he wanted to, Kihyun didn't know if he could keep going. He was afraid if he did, there would be no turning back and your friendship would be ruined forever. "Can't say I blame you," Changkyun continued. "I know how good she is with her mouth." God, that was an understatement if Kihyun ever heard one. "Just let me know if you wanna switch." Switch? Like...he could fuck you? You'd let him fuck you? Kihyun didn't know why that hadn't really occurred to him as a real possibility, but now that the cards were on the table, his lust took the reins from his logic and the words spilled out before he could even process them.

"Hell yeah I do."

That almost made Changkyun laugh out loud. "Oh, now he's confident." Changkyun stopped and pulled out, pulling your hips back to sit you back down at his side. His hand slid down your bare back, settling on your ass with a squeeze. "You hear that, baby? Now that he might get to be inside your pussy he's found his words."

You got onto all fours and crawled across the bed towards Kihyun. "No...those words have been there." You knelt in front of him and curved your hands over his shoulders. "For a long time. Haven't they?" Your question came out soft and gentle and felt rhetorical; he could tell you knew he liked you, for a while now. You brought your lips close to his but didn't let them touch, just brush slightly, feeling the electricity between you. Kihyun's breath was shaky, uncertain, but thrumming with lust all the same. "I know you think about me," you said, threading a hand through his hair and raising goosebumps over his entire body. "You wanna fuck me, Kihyun?" You whispered sensually, hoping to let him forget the other man in the room, if only for a moment.

He swallowed hard and nodded, gradually earning his confidence.

"Then do it."

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vumming · 8 months

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alice in borderland — suguru niragi “eye candy”

contents : suggestive themes, smut

a/n : a small crumb while i am busy with life smh

“Stop looking at me like that.”

There's a frown plastered on his face, eyebrows scrunched as if he's looking at something absolutely disgusting yet the slight upward tug of his lips tells you otherwise.

“Like what?” You asked him, confused as to why he's looking at you the way he is.

Cuddling on the sofa of your apartment—a temporary home in this madness you call borderland, your limbs in a mess of tangle with his as you're sprawled atop of his body, his arm around you and the other behind his head.

Niragi was a constant wild child but moments like this makes you remember that even someone as wild as him needs normalcy in his life too—that at the end of the day, he is a human too.

His arm tightens around your figure for a brief moment before relaxing, the flex of his arm seems unintentional. “Acting like you don't know? Tsk.”

“I wouldn't know unless you tell me, Niragi.” It was amusing to watch his frown transform into a scowl, the evident shade of red, no matter how small, bright on his ears as he glare at you.

It is quite adorable, ever so tough and cocky bastard, Suguru Niragi who crawls from death every damn time is flustered underneath you. His bandages cannot even hide it.

Instead of responding right away though, his arm that was behind his head shifted to reach over your face, settling on your jaw as his stare is on level with yours—eyes steel and cold softening until his lips curved into a damn small grin.

“Like this.”

Rugged, rough, and dangerous is what everyone who would see him describes him.

Yet the way he places his kiss on your lips is tender, soft and gentle like he's afraid to taint you but his hand that's gripping your jaw is firm and commanding, telling you to stay still.

What was the look you were showing him? You could've asked and persisted but he swallows your every breath, the parting of your lips merely serving him an opportunity to kiss you further, deeper, more.

The arm that's around your body draws small scratches of patterns and shapes, a slow dance and kiss as he attempts to close the 'non existent' space between the two of you with the proximity you already share.

Hips slowly gyrating against yours in a slow motion, not to get you off, but to simply feel you and your warmth.

For someone as lust driven and hungry as he is, just being with you was enough.

“Shit, you're so..” He couldn't finish his words, no, with how your taste left him speechless and the way your eyes flutter like a butterfly kissing your lids slightly open to look at him as he parts from your lips got him fixated on you.

You drive him mad.

And he's already insane enough.

He dives right back in when he felt you take a breath, the sweet sweet air you breathe in being taken right away, teeth grazing your lower lip, biting it to ask for your permission yet never waiting enough before he pushes his way through.

Every curve, every nook, he explored it like he's an adventurer on a quest—call him one because you are his world he is willing yo conquer.

Suguru Niragi is both rough yet gentle, tough yet soft, it is only you who get to see his vulnerability. “It seems last night wasn't enough for ya', pretty?” He murmurs through the kiss, sending vibrations through mouth as a small chuckle escapes his lips, once again capturing yours.

“I'll make sure you won't look at anyone the same damn way you're looking at me now.” It wasn't just a mere statement, but his tone sends a promise.

If it was merely an innocent kiss before, now wasn't.

It's aching, the core tht burns inside you as he pushes you into the pillow. The soft velvety pillows muffling the noises that you fail to contain with how he is moving. “Oh.. mhm, Niragi.. ”

It's like you're in a trance that you can't break.

Your wrist bound behind your back as Niragi uses it to his advantage, moving faster as he holds onto you. “Ya' like that, darlin'?” He drawls next to your ear when he leans, pressing a small chaste kiss on your shoulder, it was sweet, loving—

Until it switches back to him absolutely ravaging you like a madman.

“mhmm.. hah, y-yeahh..”

His hips repeatedly hitting yours, abusing the spot that he knows will make you see stars, knowing every damn well of your body.

The curve of your back, arched beautifully and every noise that breaks from your throat gets him going. Your legs are shaking from the intensity yet always lifted for him to take.

Niragi let's go of your wrist to take a hold of your neck, wishing to see your expression, “now why are ya' holdin' back your moans?”

The squelch squelch squelch is a repetitive melody to the room, hand twisting your neck so he can see what look you are making.

“There you are..” You could hear the smirk from his tone, lilt and amused upon seeing your face. Almost mockingly teasing until his lips finds the side of your mouth, “no one is here but us, scream all you want.”

“Wanna hear my name from your lips.”

Fast, deep, rough, then turning slow—after a thrust, his body gyrates and you can't help but follow after his. The stimulation is addictive. “Hah... Fuck, it feels damn good.”

His hand traces your body, fingers following the curve of your spine and to your ass where he palms the globe of it, feeling every inch of you and watching how his dick goes in and out of you.

The length of him pushing into you until your body flinches at the heat of the passion, squirming against him. Both trying to get away and push into him, asking for more, you don't know.

Maybe it was due to the heat of the moment that there's droplets kissing your skin, his sweat from the lovemaking—from how he's fucking you full, but something tells you that it's so much more. Your eyes, barely open and conscious glances at him briefly, until you couldn't with how he makes you close it by hitting the spot that brings you to heaven and back.

“Wanna see you look at me, like- hah.. like how you did earlier.”

“H-how exactly?” You still ask, small little droplets continues to touch your bare skin—tears of his love, vulnerability..

“Like I'm yours.”

Trust.

#gender neutral reader #aib x you #aib x reader #alice in borderland x you #alice in boderland x reader #suguru niragi x reader #niragi x reader

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ihopeinevergetsoberr · 1 month

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the counterpart

chapter 5 — violator

summary: can you guys tell i really want that fucking violator record?????

word count: 2,8k

nsfw-ish, reader is a pining mess, smoking (that's a given at this point, sorry), kissing, viktor is so sweet it makes me gag a little into my mouth. aaaand of course. my beloved heavy dialogue. (i’ll proof read this properly a bit later)

part 6 —

It starts with a breathy “I don’t want you to go.”

Evolves into a bitter “I don’t want to go either” and lingers, warm and slightly chapped, upon the curve of your shuddering shoulder. And then he’d hold you through your pouts and frowns, kissing sweet tickling redemption wherever swollen lips could reach, each touch a gentle apology for having responsibilities that he had to attend to instead of staying bedridden in your grasp.

Made you wish the smell of his skin soaked through your sheets.

If only you didn’t smoke that much.

And then he’d bite you teasingly at each collarbone, taking his delicate, slow revenge — for every claw pulling at his hair, skin and soul. And the room would smell of sex, taunt and laughter: until limbs were finally demerged, cane was rescued from under the bed and returned to its departing owner, goodbye kisses were traded hastily in the doorway.

He wanted to stay. Whispered you that much before reluctantly crawling out of your room — boneless and marked up, no doubt claimed by you in every possessive way known to man, with a special emphasis on that tangible, purple-ish one coating his neck and shoulders.

You despised the morning lecture he had the following day as if it were the other woman stealing him away from you. Even made a taunting spiteful comment about that figurative mistress when he came back after attending to her, and your room was filled with jabs until he was gone again, just as reluctant — if not more, actually — as he was the night he first left. Something kept telling you it was going to become a regular occurrence, though.

A joyful loop — it lasted for a few eventful days, made ‘bed-classes-Viktor’s arms’ your new route of choice. Didn’t even give you the chance to catch when exactly ‘Play chess with me tonight’ has become the new ‘Fuck me senseless’.

And all the talking. Gods above, the talking — hushed, gentle conversations on the comforter of your bed, or on that famous windowsill; mostly by a smoldering mouthful of nicotine or steaming cups of coffee — an ingenious aftercare both of you cherished deep enough to soak in it for hours. That’s how you found out the meaning behind every single one of those Czech little swears he spilled into your flushed ears. However the less harsh words weren’t revealed to you just yet — he mumbled something illegible and turned away with a strangled cough, which had only confirmed your suspicions about them being obvious endearments.

And when the exchange would inevitably resolve into a heated destruction of your poor bed (that was now creaking worse than it ever had) — he’d drive you back into madness, the sweat of its breathless aftermath haunting you until both participants stepped into the cramped space of shower and fingerprints soothed the soreness of lower backs wet and slow. You’d kiss the water off the tip of his handsome nose — to help him push it into your soul and investigate. Not only figuratively too: well, if one’s soul is located between their breasts, that is.

Four slothful days of tender prying — and his cautiousness had finally paid off. You’d listen less and talk more, and his attentive eyes were drawn to you like ones of a doomed man, shining with rejoicement every time you’d fall a tad bit too deep into your thoughts, and your voice would put him to sleep — all calm, deep exhales against the warmth of you. Dark strands poked the side of your face while long arms curled around your waist, trapping you discreetly under his resting form. However, that could never stop him from memorizing every insignificant little something you whispered even through his peaceful snuffling. Needless to mention the things you told him while he was still awake, conversing with you softly while hands stroked a tease up your spine damp and shaky.

A game of chess requires just as much sweat as a confession or an intercourse.

And it escalated so rapidly. The literal definition of a Fool’s Mate, and that’s precisely what you were reduced to by his side — a fool, careless enough to make two exceptionally thoughtless moves, letting your whims take over when you first had him, then allowing him to come back for more.

But you were fine with getting checkmated like this. Content, even. As long as you lied sprawled out beneath his pale slenderness, talking him through and after it, then sharing a game of chess over and over again. Until fingers couldn’t gnaw at skin or move the pieces anymore, every limb shook and throat felt sore from speaking or whispering tender filth.

The lovely loop broke on Friday, when your opponentship reached a week’s mark.

You skipped both of your morning lectures — being responsible isn’t transmitted sexually, even when one is fucking the most duty-bound person in the world. Especially when the weather was not nearly encouraging enough to crawl out of your precious compact cave: the summer heat had finally built up to a season of lavish August rains, and the droplets were drumming against your window with all their pent up strength. They lured you into staying in bed until noon, dreamy gaze nailed into the wet glass, fingers toyed with a pen in a failed attempt to finish some commissioned essays and dreadful remnants of your own work — anything to find a distraction from inevitably returning to the empty spots of the room where Viktor liked to rest after committing the deed that was now the reason to your freshly obtained slight limp.

So silly of you. To still expect him at your door all ready to proceed with the routine, to overcome all the weather obstacles just for you.

Eyes flew back to the chess board. It still hosted the crime scene: that checkmate you put him in before he shed you off your clothes to claim vengeance for it.

The rain kept thudding with rhythmic judgment. He’s not coming today.

But was it really so bad to wish he did? To lack him — fully, semi or not clothed at all? To miss the way it felt to lie on his side, still warm after he was off to classes? To replay the sound of your name on his accented tongue, uttered through moans, gasps for air and laughter? To long for a boy that knew you so vaguely with a passion of that extent — almost as impressively potent as one of a suitor who hasn’t seen their lover in decades? Whatever he was willing to share — you’d feast upon it, no questions asked – if not for a single plea for addivities.

So easy to get lost in his endless patience, to confuse the simple crave for tenderness with a selfish crave for him — the first man to treat you carefully in a long time, to make you feel wanted for your brains, then for beauty. And even the latter didn’t involve disrespect or haste — he’d always prefer trembling touches over rough grips, so thoroughly attentive to the detail.

“I love it when I make you think so hard you frown,” he once whispered with a curt smile, thumb a swipe over the wrinkle on your forehead. You would quizzically pull away from the board, one eyebrow cocked at him in guarded confusion.

“Are you that keen on making me suffer?”

“Perhaps only a little,” he’d confess, fingers snaking nimbly behind your ear, carefully brushing through a single soft strand — had you almost crushing the pieces with your weight as you leaned into the offered sweetness, lids fluttered as eyes rested underneath them.

“You didn’t strike me as a violator,” you murmured with a cheeky tilt to the side, caught his lips aiming for the exposed length of neck, let them settle for whatever little skin they could reach from the other side of the board. The check he had yet to run away from was awaiting him angrily beneath the tangle of touches.

“Excuse me?” he countered your tone, letting you slide away from his attack with tactful reluctance.

“Violator?” It didn’t ring a bell. Only earned you a confused pout and a guilty chuckle. “That one sexy Depeche Mode album?” It didn’t help either. He shrugged, wearing a nervous smile — like a skittish student about to fail a test. A compatibility one, apparently.

“You’re kidding!” you exclaimed, mouth wide open in exaggerated astonishment.

“I’m afraid I’m not,” he shrugged again, sharp shoulders defensively angled upwards. Made you ditch the unresolved trap of his king, blocking his view on the board by crawling over it with rushed inelegance. The issue at hand was far more urgent than a possible victory in four moves.

“You,” a single finger pressed steeply into his chest, “need immediate musical rehabilitation. A very severe one at that.”

Warm laughter seeped out of him loud and generous, thin body quivered briefly against the firm glance of your perception. Serious cases call for radical measures, and thick eyebrows arched resentfully when you shrunk away from the kiss, uttering a taunting ‘ah-ah.’

“Fine then,” he accepted his penalty with a calm sigh, returning your artful grin. “Rehabilitate me. Do whatever you deem necessary.”

Pleased with the obtained permission, you allowed him to claim a fleeting peck before leaving his intrigued side. Still had some mercy in you, or, rather, simply couldn’t resist the soft temptation. Crossed the room to tend to the old record player you seized him eyeing earlier, ran through a pile of vinyls to pick out the prettiest one, lovingly caressing the crimson flower on its cover. You took a lot of pride in owning that sacred thing, recalling just how hard it was to get your eager hands on it.

Careful not to scrape it, you put your precious record under the needle nice and slow — as if it was fragile enough to shatter from the smallest touch. But what a joy it was to finally have it spinning languidly on that dusty platter, to hear the first notes reward you with their rich sound. Couldn’t fight the urge to stop hips from swaying clumsily, hands up in the air as his cried to find your waist and take the lead — yet right leg cramped more than your dance lured in. So Viktor stayed on the bed, smile so spellbound the corners of his mouth almost hurt, and you swore the amber in his eyes shined brighter than it ever had before, struggling to pick a single pretty sight to settle on.

You waltzed into his embrace, letting him catch you after a twirl. Went limp for a second as he pulled you down, then climbed atop him in an already familiar straddle. Stayed still to admire the spill of dark hair all over the crumpled sheets, smiled back at him from the high of your slight raise. So beautiful and all yours to play with — both chess and heart, but you only preferred the former. Showed him that much with a lingering kiss — a sloppy touch of tongue against the pointy shape of his upper lip. Throaty whimper tasted deliciously of submission. Lewd. But not too much. Just enough to send the throb of your pulse straight between parted thighs.

“I could watch you dance forever.” So luscious. His heart might be safe for now, but yours sure kept inching closer to a stroke with every new sweet nothing he uttered.

“Is that the only thing you want to do to me?” you were suddenly armed full of taunt again. “To watch me dance?”

“How rude of you to vulgarize my attempts at being romantic.”

“Perhaps I was hinting at something civil too. Not my fault dirty is the first direction you think in.”

“You’re insufferable. To think I would ever act upon such obscenity—“

“Oh, so you’d rather I get up? Fine, bask in celibacy for all I please—“

“Wait, no! That’s not what I meant! Come back here—“

You chuckled at the memory, sinking deeper into the pillow. Teeth bit at the pen you were still fidgeting with, clenching hard when you recalled just how insistent he was on proving you right. Needless to mention that neither of you got to Enjoy The Silence that heated evening.

But now there’s a pile of papers lying where he used to, keeping you silent, cold company. And you fucking missed him — bad to the point where it gets concerning, bitter for the way you failed to guard any strings from possible attachment. Though who said you should’ve prevented that in the first place? Was there really some heavy tacit agreement to stop whatever this was from escalating further, from offering you that soft solace? Sure, maybe you could use a change of pace — but was that really necessary when you were always the ambassador of everything rapid and unstructured?

How does love even come? Was it too big of a word to define that smoldering little thing slowly melting your enclosure from the inside? How much were you actually willing to show him — without creating new obstacles for him to tiptoe around, or covering the sensitivity he finally started to disrobe — only with your consent, so grateful for the little bits of you he finally got to meet?

Your world wasn’t ending where his started. They could coexist — or merge, even, into an environment full of that scary four-letter-word, if only both participants cared enough to fertilize it with mutual pining.

And, well.

One of them already stood chin deep in that formula. At the door of a pitifully longing another. Knocked thrice — politely intrusive as always. Whispered a raspy ‘It’s me’ — as if you could ever confuse that arrival with someone else’s or fail to catch the clack of cane against the scraped floor.

No lecture, even a morning one you tend to blissfully oversleep, would force you to jump out of bed as fast as you rushed to let him in. Fingers yanked at the handle so hard it slipped out of your excitedly shaking grip, and god was he a mess — soaked shirt clung to the lean frame so tight you could count his ribs through the sheer drenched white. Rain still leaked pointwise out of the ruined waves of his hair, falling to the ground and gathering there into little puddles. Shoes squelched when he stepped inside with a hesitant gentle smile — slightly embarrassed for dripping mercilessly at your parquet floor. So shy all of a sudden, he contemplated whether the chaotic state would dispose him of a greeting kiss, but you dispelled his worries with your lips and savoured the ozone he was now flavored with as a low hum invaded your chuckling mouth.

What are the odds. Think of the devil.

“I’m sorry,” the devil purred against your grin. You wiped it off your face with the little damp beads he dropped on your chin.

“What for?”

Eyes slid to the hand he sneaked slowly from behind his back, sighing apologetically when the content of it was revealed to you wet and tortured. A beautiful ruin of missing petals in the careful hold of his fingers. What should’ve been red to the point of scorching the vision was now plucked out and lacked in life. A single rose left intact among the numerous bare spiky stalks.

“If only I brought a coat or an umbrella to cover them with… Such a waste — I assure you they looked decent before my foolish omission, but that’s not relevant anymore, I suppose.”

You cradled the bouquet — or, rather the remnants of it— gently against your chest. Couldn’t care less about the spikes or the rainy spot it instantly stained your shirt with.

“It’s the effort that counts.”

“Perhaps, but you only deserve successful ones. And I didn’t manage to accomplish that.”

How stupid of him to think that mattered to you at any capacity — oh no, you laughed and kissed him hard once again, stealing a pleasant gasp of awe. Tugged at the buttons of the ravaged shirt and pulled them slyly open, hand met the shivering skin of his chest with a delicate tingle. But you didn’t let him get into it while he was still so miserably sodden. Felt him murmur something regretful when you stepped away to swallow some air.

“How about we hop into the shower before you manage to accomplish a cold?” The offer stood before him with a sheepish wince. As if Viktor could ever refrain from your tempting kindness.

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So how does love come? Abruptly? With a twenty four hour notice? Relentlessly? Gently? With a dagger to stab you right in the heart?

Well, yours did with his eyes closed. With water in his mouth and your name on his greedy lips. With enamored moans of rapture and tender praises when both bodies returned to bed wrapped in fluffy towels, sharing secrets and fondness while the inanimate witnesses watched you quietly from their distant corners: thirty two chess pieces, his cane and two lonesome roses — one drawn on the cover of your most precious vinyl possession, the other rested calmly in the sheer vase.

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A perfect match?

A perfect match? - Masterlist

Everything was different when you opened your eyes. Everything was different once again. Without knowing where you were, you sat up, rubbed your tired eyes and took a look around you. A pair of bright green eyes starred back at you through the dark. Hearing a deep rumbling voice saying that everything is fine now , you felt a shiver run down your spine and everything turned. The darkness welcomed you back once again…

Series warning: ABO Dynamics, Smut, Unprotected PIV , Scenting, Knotting, Language, age gap, Claiming, Breeding Kink, Age Gap

Chapter 4: Where are we going?

Summary: Dean takes his Omega to a motel where they get to know each other a little bit.

Chapter warning: ABO Dynamics, Angst

Word count: 1.2k

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Sorry, this is a little bit on the short side.

You were sleeping soundly, wrapped up in his big black leather jacket whilst breathing in your Alpha’s scent. He held you close to his chest. Your neck and head were pressed against his broad chest and he watched you breathe because it seemed to calm him down. Your scent was the most heavenly thing Dean had ever smelled but he couldn’t quite figure out what it was precisely. He thought of sunshine on a wam summer day and flowers, maybe peonies. But he could also smell his cologne and whiskey. The mixed scents nearly drove him crazy because it went straight to his pants. All he wanted to do was bite into your neck once again and fuck you ruthlessly until you were panting, screaming his name. But right now he had to concentrate because he was walking out of the door of the Omega facility, where he had just meet and claimed his mate and took on another responsibility, another life he had to watch out for. You.

Sam was walking right next to him, jiggling the keys to his car in his right hand. Leaving the facility behind and entering the parking lot, Dean didn’t even realize that he held his breath.

“Sammy!”, he snapped at him, nearly growling. Sam just looked at him puzzled but stopped playing with the car keys to calm the raging Alpha down.

Everything was new to Dean because he could not only feel what you did but he also shared some of your thoughts and feelings. That’s why he knew that you were more than happy to sleep cuddled into his chest. You felt safe and warm. Dean smiled down at you and made his way to his car: a 1967 Chevrolet Impala. He looked at Sam, allowing him to drive and then opened the back door. Dean sat down gently, keeping you close to his chest. After sitting down, he laid you on the backseat, your head in his lap. Sam sat down in the drivers seat and turned the key, pulling out of the parking space and then the parking lot driving towards the Motel they were staying in for the last couple of days.

Dean looked down at your, brushing a loose hair behind your ear, smiled and then he fell asleep, holding your hand. Sam drove the couple of hours and parked the car. He knew his brother would be mad but still decided to snap a picture of Dean sleeping so soundly, afterwards he woke him gently with a grin. You felt your Alpha get uneasy and restless, so you were too. You brought your hands to your eyes and rubbed them. Afterwards opening your eyes, you were confused because you had no idea where you were. Looking around and gathering all your strength you sat up and then felt your tummy growl. Dean chuckled and the other man laughed: “Get out of the car and I will get some food. We need to go to a store tomorrow anyways because she needs something to wear, doesn’t she?” You looked around, scarred and searching for your Alpha and immediately calmed down when you felt his presence next to you. “You’re right”, his deep voice said, “should I carry you little one?” “Uhm”, you tested your voice, confused about the choice he gave you. Dean then gets out of the car and leaves the door open for you. Feeling confident by the trust Dean is putting in you, you crawl to the door of the car and plant one of your feet down, then the other and get out of the car. While holding his jacket snugly around you, you look around trying to take everything in. For the first time in years you feel like you’re finally able to breath again, feeling the fresh air streaming into your lungs, you looked at Dean feeling an indescribable gratefulness. “Thank you”, you whisper under your breath, knowing that he would have understood you. Dean just smiled, trying to encourage you to take another step towards him so that’s what you did. He closed the small distance between the two of you by taking an step towards her. Dean opened his arms wide and embraced you in a hug.

The three of them must have looked weird to anyone. The very tall Sam just standing next to the drivers seat, leaning over the car watching as the scene unfolded: Dean with his broad shoulders and wide open arms and Y/N with naked legs, just wrapped in a big leather jacket closing the distance and wrapping her arms around her Alpha. He embraced the hug, picked her up and carried her towards his Motel room.

“We will do this bridal style now”, he whispered in her ear, making her blush and smile. Dean carried his Omega through the door and into the room. Y/N knew that he was still reserved and didn’t know how to behave around her and all she wanted to do was please him. “You should go and take a shower. I will give you one of my shirts to wear. Sammy will be here with some food shortly and we will go to the store to get you some of your own stuff tomorrow.”, he said, rummaging through his pack back and giving her a flannel. Y/N eyes filled with tears and she started sobbing immediately. “Hey, what’s wrong?”, Dean whispered, getting down on his knees next to where she sat on the floor. “I… I just, ehrm”, she sniffled, “my job is to take care of you. And I have been a big disappointment so far!” “Hush”, he said, pulling her into his lap after he changed positions, “I don’t know what they told you in there but it’s a two way road. We take care of each other. That’s how an Alpha-Omega bound works.” He patted her hair, not really knowing what to do. Dean felt helpless and he could also feel her aching and his heart breaking for the pain his Omega felt. “But… but”, she said, still crying, “I thought I am to serve you.” “Y/N. Look at me”, he pulled her chin up so they looked into each others eyes. The Omega in Y/N instantly submitted and his forest green eyes took her in. She immediately felt a wave of calm come over her. “Some people might live like this. But Sammy and I don’t.” He swallowed: “Listen, I was really opposed to the idea of an Omega because we live a very dangerous life and I didn’t want to pull another person into this ….” Y/N heard Dean talking but she didn’t listen anymore. All she could think about is that he didn’t want her in his life and that made her really sad.

She got out of Deans embrace and then walked towards what seemed to be the bathroom, determined to show him that she is worth his time.

All Y/N wanted was her Alpha to want her and not be a project he took on out of pity. Dean was still sitting on the floor, confused because he couldn’t decipher his Omega’s emotions.

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