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sixeyesgojo · 3 years

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jjk characters handling your period

Summary: “What do you mean, no baby this month either? Okay, suffer then.” - your damn uterus

Pairings: Gojo/Megumi/Nanami/Naoya/Toji x Reader

Content warning: the monthly bloody nightmare your uterus puts you through and the whole shebang that comes with it, language warning, suggestive themes, explicit warning for Toji (you’ll see why)

A/N: purely self-indulgent because I suffer. @megumifushi and @sukirichi , my gals, I gotcha. Also dedicated to all readers who suffer from the same fate (may it be right now or not). Also: Yes, absolutely open the video I linked in Megumi’s part (it’s safe, I promise).

Gojo Satoru

You turn and turn in bed uncomfortably. Something isn’t right, you think and it’s not the fact that Satoru is missing next to you. Not knowing immediately irritates you. All of a sudden you become painfully aware of your lower region. Yes, of course it had to be that time of the month. You just knew you already stained your panties and perhaps the sheets haven’t been spared either. Getting out of bed, then realizing it was already past noon, you sprinted to the bathroom. Fuck, moving fast was not a good idea.

Having changed the sheets and your stained panties, you made your way to the kitchen. Your stomach growled, signaling you were hungry, but at the same time you feared. Smelling food, let alone tasting too much of it, was a slippery slope – either your nose would protest or your stomach, no in-between. Regardless, you had to eat; or were you supposed to starve to death because of this? Not in this lifetime. “I AM BACK!” an annoyingly loud voice rang through the apartment. You groan and turn around. “Fuck off, Satoru,” you say. Your irritation flaring up for seemingly no reason. “Stop being so motherfucking loud. My head feels like it’s going to split in two and my pussy is fighting the crimson war right now,” you snarled at him.

“Oh honey, seems like I called the right shots then,” he declared proudly and held up a bag filled with... snacks? “I already called in sick for you for the next few days,” Satoru continued to explain as he wrapped his arms around you, “and I’ll be by your side 24/7 for the next two days. We’ll do fun stuff. How does movie night with lots of cuddling for tonight sound?”

“Why are you so nice to me right now?” you mumbled, tears welling up in your eyes. “Simple: I don’t want to be castrated by you,” he whispered back and planted a kiss on your cheek. “Fair enough. What will we do tomorrow?” He stayed silent but pulled out a black card out of his sleeve. You gasped.

Fushiguro Megumi

Ping. A notification. Quickly, you scrambled to get your phone to see what that was about. You desperately needed some distraction right now. The pain was too much. Your boyfriend Megumi had gone somewhere you didn’t know. All you knew was that your boobs were sore, the sensitive nipples rubbing against the fabric were already too much. In addition to that, you also experienced period cramps, resulting in back pain as well. Life was not easy at the moment but at least you could lay in bed for today, doing absolutely nothing.

Unlocking your phone, you saw a new message from Yuji: “omg look at this???” [Video link] It was a video of 42 seconds. There was a cute seal – probably the cutest and fluffiest seal you have ever seen – and background music. It may have only lasted 42 seconds but it definitely triggered some happy feelings inside you; it was so pure and you loved the energy of the clip. Perhaps these feelings were a bit too intense and overwhelming. Tears streamed down your face and you started sobbing uncontrollably. Why were you like this? It wasn’t even a sad video, was it?

You buried your face in the blankets, weeping as if someone just broke up with you. Through your loud crying, you did not notice the door opening. A jangling noise could be heard from your nightstand. Instantly, you shot up to check for intruders but luckily, it was Megumi. A frown spread on his face. “What happened?” he asked as his thumbs wiped your tears from your cheeks. You showed him the video, still sobbing, “Look at the seal... It’s so c-cute. I just... got emotional because it really t-traveled the world. This cutie deserves the whole world...”

“And so do you,” he bluntly stated, “now take the ibuprofen I brought you for the cramps and rest up.” As a matter of fact, he not only brought you painkillers but a hot water bottle and food as well.

Nanami Kento

“No, give me that. Lay down and rest. I can dust off the shelves on my own,” his deep voice commanded. If there was a man that screamed “male wife” it was definitely Nanami Kento, particularly when it came to you being on your period. You weren’t allowed to do anything in the house, except for very light chores. With good reason. “Kento, I can do–” Yeah, no, it wasn’t possible and Kento knew it too well.

You weren’t lucky when it came to period symptoms. Besides excruciating back pain, extremely sore breasts and headaches, you also had the luck to suffer from dizziness every single time you experienced the monthly nuisance. The first time you even passed out. In fact, it had happened several times. And that was precisely how Kento decided to not let you do anything. Still, you felt bad to leave everything to Kento. His work already demanded so much from him and here you were, being babied and even spoon-fed. You didn’t even have to cook your own meals or wash and iron laundry.

You had barely said those words when the unwelcome whirling sensation took you over again. Your feet wobbled, you were in danger of crashing to the ground. In a flash, Kento was by your side to steady you. “I told you not to overdo it.” He cupped your cheek with his warm hand. “Sorry, Kento. I’ll... just rest for a minute.”

Zenin Naoya

Period pain? Laughable. Naoya thought it was pathetic. A woman – these already weak creatures – having period symptoms was a mystery to him. What could possibly hurt about bleeding a little? He couldn’t understand. Your pitiable and sorry state was only another inconvenience to him. Not that you hindered him in any way – you were obedient enough to be quiet and complain as little as possible – but he absolutely despised seeing that annoying expression of pain on your face every time he had to look at it.

Hell, he didn’t even want to engage in sexual activities with you during that time, even though he had randomly picked up somewhere that it might help. Not that he wanted to help you, it was your problem and yours only, not his. “Stop looking at me with those eyes. It’s disgusting,” he remarked condescendingly as he got dressed for wherever he had to go. “When will you be back?” you croaked out but he totally ignored you.

“Women are so damn weak. It’s so fucking pathetic, I almost want to give you a hug,” Naoya gagged. He was about to leave the room but stopped in his tracks. Looking over his shoulder, he caught a glimpse of your face that was contorted with pain. In long strides, he made it to one of the cabinets, fished out a tiny box and threw it on the bed. “Tsk, you better get well soon so you can serve me again, dumb bitch.”

Fushiguro Toji (soft)

Work hadn’t been treating him kindly: not yesterday, not today, not ever. Although he was highly capable and never failed to exceed himself, all Toji truly wanted to do was to go home. When he finally made it through the door, he called out, “Am home.” Usually, you would come running to greet him but when nothing but silence greeted him, his hand instantly moved to the cursed creature lingering on his shoulder. It was suspicious. Did enemies manage to find this hideout? Where were you? His hands started sweating.

Stealthily, he approached the kitchen. To his surprise, he saw your form in front of the counter, hunched over in pain. Dropping his offensive stance immediately, he quickly strode over to check on you. “Hey, what are you doing there?” he asked, hesitatingly putting a hand on your shoulder. You looked at him, grimacing with pain, “Oh, Toji. I didn’t realize you were home yet. Sorry, I’m not done cooking dinner yet, I just feel so nauseous, exhausted and my entire back and shoulders hurt so much. It’s so sore.” “I see.” He nodded, understanding what was happening. Suddenly, he lifted you effortlessly. You squealed, “Toji!! What are you doing?!” “Taking care of you,” he promised. “But dinner!” “Don’t care.”

Making his way to the bedroom, Toji laid down with you on top of him. Something about his warmth already made you feel better but as his large palms rubbed your back in circular motions, you felt as if you were in heaven. Toji’s ministrations soothed the pain so well, you almost let out a moan. Now that the pain didn’t overshadow all the other symptoms anymore, the drowsiness took over. “Toji, ‘m tired,” you mumbled; eyelids fluttering already. “Then sleep. I’ll take care of dinner later,” he whispered. You only hummed in response, already far too gone. Slowly but surely, his steady heartbeat lulled you to sleep. “Sleep tight.”

Taglist: @megumifushi @gojos-mochi @assbuttbaek @bleueluna

#gojo x reader #megumi x reader #nanami x reader #naoya x reader #toji x reader #gojo satoru #fushiguro megumi #nanami kento #zenin naoya #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen naoya #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #tw: period talk #tw: periods #tw: menstruation

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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4 weeks - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: SMUT, cursing, needy Bakugou, 18+, sub!bakugou, dom!f!reader, oral, use of viagra, NOT SPELL CHECKED (sorry >w<)

Summary: Bakugou done fucked up and now he has to pay the price..sorta

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

A/N: just for the sake of the story, your quirk is “Command.” As long as you come into physical contact with your opponent, even for a second, you can command them to do your bidding until you say “rebel.”

“WHAAAATTTTT??????!!!!!!”

You could’ve sworn the whole house, scratch that, the whole world shook as Bakugou screamed at you.

Bakugou had fucked up. During a little heated session, things got a little too rough. As Bakugou was railing you from the back, he tugged at your hair. However, along with your soft locks, he pulled on your thin necklace chain that was gifted to you by your precious 5 year old son. The chain broke and Bakugou didn’t even tell you. He opted to have you both finish before he even mentioned the broken gift.

And now it was the next day and Katsuo, your son, had noticed the missing necklace. It did hurt him a bit especially considering he did so much to earn money and go with grandma to buy the necklace but he assured you it was okay. You sent him off to his room to play as you walked to the kitchen to scold and punish your husband. As you complained to him, he conversed with you as his back was facing you and only turned when he heard your punishment for him.

“You heard me. 4 weeks. No sex, no touching, no hugs or kisses, no nothing. No. Physical. Contact.” You said with a stern and nonchalant face. Your arms were crossed as you faced your husband who looked at you with an open mouth and open palms.

“Wha- but- WHY???” He whined.

��Katsuki come on! You broke my very expensive necklace!” You said, gesturing to your now bare neck.

“Who cares if it was expensive, I could buy you another one! We’re pros Y/N, we could buy a unicorn if we wanted!” Bakugou argued as he was still trying to get out of his punishment. You only crossed your arms and pressed your fingers into your forehead.

“That’s not the point! It’s the fact that even though it was so expensive, our 5 year old son still bought it! And so because you broke it, this is your punishment.” You explained. Bakugou groaned as he threw his head back and huffed towards the ceiling when an idea came to his mind.

“You know..” he began as he walked towards you, “I broke that necklace, on accident, because I was so focused on pleasuring my queen. Anndddd I could make it up to you in the exact same way~” He attempted to wrap his arms around your waist but you spun around and stepped behind him resulting in him stumbling forward. He turned towards you and growled.

“Really Katsuki? You’re gonna snarl at me? Look, you know the rules, so follow them. Now I’m going with Katsuo to get him a new toy to cheer him up, you just...heh, sit in your room and think about what you’ve done.” You teased. You grabbed your purse and had Katsuo get ready. Once he was done you told him to get into the car and you walked to Katsuki to say bye. You smirked as you looked at him and pressed your hands against his chest. You slowly went in for a kiss and Bakugou looked at you in shock before he smirked and leaned in too. But just as your lips were about to touch, you pulled away and walked to the door. As you opened it you turned to him and spoke.

“No kisses. Remember?” You grinned at him. He snarled and picked up a pillow off the couch and threw it towards you but you shut the door before it could reach you. This was gonna be a long 4 weeks for Katsuki.

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Katsuki awoken to his gorgeous wife....sleeping on the other side of the bed far..far away from him. No touching meant no sleepy time cuddles either. It had already been like this for a week. He looked a little closer at her sleeping figure and smiled at her peaceful state. He scooted closer and he tucked his head into your neck and wrapped his arm around your waist. Or more like he tried to. The second his arm made contact with your body for cuddles, you woke up and smacked his hand away.

“Ah! Y/N!! This isn’t fair!” He whined. He looked at his arm and saw a little red shade forming as he pouted at you. You turned towards your doting husband and just gave him a stern look.

“Who broke my necklace?” Bakugou sighed and flopped onto the bed on his back as he faced the ceiling.

“Me.”

“And now who has to pay the price?”

“Me.” He pouted again. You chuckled as you got up and stretched.

“Stop pouting Suki. You’re not Katsuo.” You giggled but he only looked at you with the same pout.

“He’s my carbon copy, we’re basically the same person.” You smiled at your humorous husband and he smiled seeing the grin that bestowed your face. You kneeled on the bed and leaned into him. You placed your hands on his chest as you got close to his face.

“You’ll survive, Love.” You said and then gave him a loving kiss. His eyes went wide at the surprise contact but he quickly smiled into the kiss and returned it as he shut his eyes to enjoy it. You intensified the kiss but when Katsuki went to pull you in closer by your neck, you quickly backed away. He looked at you in shock before whining again.

“Okay, first of all, I thought you said no touching.” He growled as he clenched his fist.

“I said you couldn’t touch. Never said anything about me,” you said with a cocky grin. Bakugou’s face went red at your devious actions.

“Okay well what the fuck? You can’t just kiss me like that and stop after I already went a whole week without touching you. Come back here,” he said as he tried to grab onto your wrist but you backed up and walked to your bedroom door.

“Get ready for the day love, this is just the beginning.”

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Mitsuki and Masaru had just arrived. Katsuki was sitting on the couch trying to distract himself with the TV while you were in the kitchen making a smoothie when door bell rang. You opened the door greeting your in-laws with love and expectance.

“Hi Mom! Dad! Come in! Katsuo is almost done packing his bags,” you happily said as you stepped to the side to allow your mother and father in law to enter.

“Umm, what? Why is my son packing his bags?” Katsuki asked as he stood from the couch.

“Y/N didn’t tell you? We called a few nights ago asking to bring Katsuo on a trip. She said yes and told us she’d tell you about it later,” Masaru explained. Katsuki jerked his head towards Y/N in disbelief as she placed her hand on the side of cheek and spoke.

“Oops! I guess I forgot,” you said with sarcasm dripping in your voice. Mitsuki and Masaru believed you but when they turned to face their son again your mischievous grin returned as you also faced Katsuki. He was silently fuming as he watched you go from angel to devil in a second.

“Ah well, who cares. Point is, we’re here to pick up my grandson!” Mitsuki said as she took a seat on the couch. You all made small talk but Katsuki continued to stand as he processed just how conniving his wife was.

“Mama! I’m all set!” Katsuo said as he came down the stairs with his little suitcase and teddy bear in hand.

“Hi baby! Grandma and Grandpa are already here,” you said and Katsuo excitedly ran to his grandparents.

“Grandma! Grandpa!” Katsuo said as he jumped into their arms.

“Ohh, hello my little firecracker!” Mitsuki said, greeting her grandson. “Ready for a vacation in Rio?”

“Mhm!” Katsuo quickly replied but Katsuki just stuttered in shock before he spoke again.

“Woah- wait? Rio? You’re taking him to Brazil? That’s across the globe, how long are you guys gonna be gone?” Katsuki asked with concern. Not for his son, he completely trusted his parents with his child and he knew they would have fun. He was worried for himself. Taking care of Katsuo was a distraction for Katsuki. Watching his son kept his mind off of wrecking Y/N. If his son was away for too long, he didn’t know how long he would survive his punishment.

“We’ll be gone for about 3 weeks. Don’t worry, we’ll be back before you know it.” Masaru said.

“Wha- huh? 3 WEEKS?! .....Y/N you little satan,” he whispered the last part. He turned to face you and saw a Cheshire grin on your face. His face turned red and you swore you could see steam leave Katsuki’s ears but you continued as if everything was normal.

“Alright well, we’ll be going now!” Mitsuki said as she stood alongside her husband. Katsuo said his partings with his parents and they said their “I love you’s” before their son walked out the door with his grandparents. Katsuo was about to have the time of his life while Katsuki was left to suffer.

Y/N was seated on the couch as Katsuki was still seething. She held a grin on her face as Katsuki slowly turned to look at her.

“You got some explaining to do, princess,” he said adding poison to the loving nickname. You only smiled some more as you stood and walked to your husband. He towered over you but right now, you were above him because you held all the power now. You got in his face as you spoke words that would set him off.

“Whatchu’ gonna do now without your little distraction running around, daddy?” You softly but sinisterly and seductively said as you chuckled and purposely bumped into his shoulder as you walked away.

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Bakugou has slowly been losing his mind. He was on the last day of the second week and it’s been killing him. When he sat down he would spazz a little and his fingers would be having a little seizure. His eye would twitch at night as he kept his back to you to restrain himself. The soft quiet moans you would release in your sleep every now and then would send Bakugou into the bathroom in the middle of the night to relieve himself. Just the sight of you was daring Bakugou to pounce.

You weren’t making it any easier for him either. First you send his son AKA his distraction from his hot wife away, then you tease him constantly, you also allow yourself to touch him but refuse to let him cop a feel on you, and now, you walk around after work in his t-shirt and a pair of cute panties. Your plump ass on display and the sight of your plush thighs drove him wild.

You were sipping tea in the kitchen when your frantic husband came in. You took notice of him and greeted him with a smile before it quickly dropped at the sight of him. He looked awful. Bags under his eyes, a twitching eye, a crooked line for a smile, disheveled hair, and his posture was horrendous. He took a seat next to you saying nothing as he just tapped his foot against the floor.

“Umm...baby? Are you okay-“

“NO! I’m not! I’m not okay, not at all!” He snapped as he looked at you with wide eyes. You stared back at him with the same eyes as you slowly took another sip before continuing.

“What’s the problem, love?” You asked as if you didn’t know.

“What’s the problem?” He began with a whisper. “What’s the problem?! Oh, like you don’t know you TEASE!” Bakugou stood from his seat as he clapped his hands to dramatically to explain.

“HOR-NY!” He said as he brought his hands together for each sound. “I am insanely horny, you shitty woman! I can’t get myself off, I don’t have my son around to keep me busy, work is just annoying now, and my fine ass wife won’t let me touch her!”

You laughed a little as he explained and Katsuki had his jaw dropped at your rude behavior.

“You’re laughing? Oh you think this is funny? Oh okay,” he said and walked away.

“WHEN THIS BULLSHIT IS OVER, YOU’RE SUCKING MY DICK Y/N!” He slammed the door to your shared bedroom but he screamed loud enough for you to hear all the way from the kitchen. “ON SOFT!”

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The end of the third week. It was almost too much for Katsuki. Katsuo would be back in another week but it would be pointless because the punishment would be over by then. I mean yeah, he’d get to have his son back again (yayy familyyy) but when Katsuo would be back, Katsuki would be completely indulging himself in Y/N. How the fuck were they supposed to keep quiet?

Whatever though. Katsuki had no time to think of the future. He was living in the now, and so he had to come up with a plan to get Y/N to break. In the beginning of the 4th week, Katsuki spent time and time again tweaking his plans and coming up with new tactics until he realized....his damn wife was just as stubborn and hard headed as he was. Nothing was gonna break her. And so we’ve been led to this.

“BABBYYYYYYYYYY”

“...”

“PRINCESSSSSSSS”

“...”

“Y/N BAKUGOU!”

Bakugou resorted to being a puppy that basically had separation anxiety. He would yell and shout and whine at every chance he had. He would do whatever if it meant getting you to break. He missed you. The last time you made physical contact with him was during that kiss and man did it send Katsuki into a frenzy.

Considering Katsuki’s quirk contained nitroglycerin, a chemical commonly found in viagra, it was safe to say it was very easy for you to rile him up. And as he thought about that, it hit him like a train. If he can’t go to you, then he’ll make you come to him. He’ll set you up and he knows exactly how to do it.

Bakugou left the bedroom and ran down the stairs to find you in the living room. You were cozied up with yourself under a blanket that covered your booty shorts that you wore. You were entranced by the story of a book as you allowed the TV to play at a low volume for background noise and Bakugou’s heart swelled at such a domesticated moment. “Hi baby.”

You looked up to your husband and rolled your eyes with a smile as you looked at him. You wondered what trick he had up his sleeve this time around. “Hey. You need something?” You asked.

“Mm mm,” he shook his head with a soft smile, how cute. “Just was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie with me. Get some snacks, sit in bed, and just enjoy some time together.”

You smile grew wider at the thought of a little date night in your shared bedroom and you were quick to agree to his offer. “I’ll get the snacks,”

“No don’t worry about. I’ll get it. I already have everything set up. Picked a movie and everything. All you have to do is just be there with me.” You awed at your husband’s kind gestures as you went up to peck his cheek.

“Thanks Suki!” You happily said as you walked away. Bakugou watched your form disappear into the master bedroom before he quickly ran through all the cabinets and fridge. He frantically looked for viagra but when he couldn’t find any he whipped out his phone. He called a number that he knew was going to be able to help him.

“Listen Dunce Face. Don’t ask any questions, just do as I say if you want to fucking live. I know you have female viagra on you and if you don’t, get your ass to the store right now and pick some up for me. Bring it to me ASAP!” He quickly said and hung up before giving Kaminari any time to reply. Bakugou slowly prepared snacks to eat and in 5 minutes a knock was heard on the door. He ran to it and opened the wooden piece to find a huffing electric blonde.

“I....I....I got it!” Kaminari tiredly breathed out as he held a bag over his head to show the items he brought. Bakugou snatched it out of his hand before giving a quick ‘thanks!’ To show his appreciation and slammed the door.

Katsuki took the pills out of its containers and crushed 2 into a powder. He mixed it in with your bottle of water and finally brought the snacks and drinks up to you. He walked in to find you waiting on the bed for him and you smiled at the sight of him. He placed the bags of junk on the bed as he quickly joined you until he realized something was off.

“Umm...Y/N?” You smiled as you knew what he was going to ask and considering you guys were gonna have a little movie date, you gave in.

“Fine.” You happily said as you gave in and Bakugou was quick to pull you into his arms and become the big spoon. He finally got to hold you after so many weeks but this was not his main goal. No he wanted much more. This was only a stepping stone to his victory.

The movie began and Bakugou had you cuddled in his arms. You were enjoying the warmth of your husband as your eyes were drawn to the screen and you couldn’t help but smile at these sweet intimate moments like this. Yeah. You’ve missed him over the past few weeks but a punishment is a punishment. So you decided to savor this time with him before going back to cutting off physical contact once more.

Time had passed and Bakugou watched as you picked at the snacks and swallow down sips of the contaminated water. He smirked every time you downed a gulp and now the best part was coming up. See, Bakugou chose everything so that he knew exactly how everything would turn out. With that being said, he chose a movie that he knew would help the viagra in your system to get you going.

The erotic scene played and Bakugou watched as you rubbed your thighs together for friction. You bit your lip from time to time to hold back a needy groan and you began feeling heat all over you. And it wasn’t coming from Katsuki. Seeing you in this state, Bakugou slowly went to place a hand on your bare thigh. You didn’t push him away and Bakugou grinned at the fact that you were breaking. He soothed and rubbed at your thigh as he would squeeze it every now and then as well. The whole time you were asking yourself why the explicit scene was so detailed and so long.

Out of nowhere, you felt Bakugou’s hand travel up your leg and to your core but just for a second. The teasing touch had you silently gasp and you craved for more. You turned to Bakugou to see he was leaning against the headboard and he would release a grunt every so often which didn’t help relieve your growing heat. He didn’t seem bothered by anything or affected at all as he watched the movie continue.

Enough was enough, you picked up the remote and turned off the TV. Bakugou turned to look at you with a raised brow but openly smirked once he saw you straddle his lap. You shamelessly began to grind yourself against his core as you both released sighs and moans at the friction. His hands went straight to your hips as he spoke.

“What’s wrong princess? What happened to my punishment?” He teasingly asked.

“Shut up,” was all that you said before you quickly dove in for a hungry kiss that Bakugou happily returned. It was all teeth and tongue as you both pressed against each other, grinding against one another’s clothed centers. Moans were released into the kiss as you began to undress yourself. You both pulled away for a second to remove your tops but quickly went back in for the kiss. You removed your shorts as Bakugou remained in his sweats. You were left in nothing but panties before Katsuki decided to rip those off.

“Katsuki...nobody said anything about you being able to touch me again,” you clarified with sharp eyes. Bakugou’s eyes went wide. He thought this was the end of the punishment. He thought you gave in.

“What do you-“

Before he could finish, you placed your hand on his shoulder and activated your quirk.

“Sleep.”

And just like that, Bakugou was out like a light. While he was unconscious, you took the opportunity to tie his wrists to the headboard using one of his dress ties. You removed his sweats and briefs as you allowed his member to stand tall. You stared at the red, angry tip that was drenched in pre-cum. You smirked as you sat yourself on his waist as your hand went to stroke his member the slightest bit. He moaned in his sleep and you giggled as you spoke again.

“Rebel.”

Bakugou slowly woke up, but once he fully came to, he was completely submerged in pleasure. His eyes were blessed with the view of your naked body, with a beautiful face that adorned a smirk. And he understood why you held the malicious smile. He groaned as he felt your pace at his dick speed up. You leaned down to his ear as Katsuki held heavy breaths with a flushed and red face.

“No touching, remember Suki?” You whispered as you then licked the shell of his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

“F-fuck! Fuck, Y/N please. Please just do something...Ahh~” You trailed your thumb up to his tip as you focused on it. The feeling sent Bakugou into heaven.

“Awww, you thought you could tell me what to do? If you didn’t notice, tonight, I’m in charge.” You said with a grin and devious eyes. Bakugou groaned even more as he waited for you to do..anything! “I’ll tell you what though, Suki. You have been pretty decent for the past few weeks so I’ll give you a little something. And maybe if you’re a good boy for me, I’ll let you have the main course.”

Bakugou watched as you stopped your hand movements and scooted back. You were face to face with his dick as you jerked him off some more. You held his member in your hand as you made eye contact with him. You licked the base of his cock all the way to the tip causing Bakugou to sigh and moan. You kissed the tip before taking it into your mouth and swirling your tongue around.

“Oh s-shit! Baby! Fuck-“

You went down on him one time and moaned around his cock, allowing the vibrations to have full affect on your trembling husband. You pulled off him with a pop as you smiled up at him.

“Oh I’m sorry. You wanted me to suck your dick on soft, right?...Mm, well it’s not my fault you can’t control your hard on.” You teased to which Bakugou growled at you. “Again with the snarling? That’s not what good boys do Suki. Good boys do what they’re told so they get to cum inside a pretty pussy~”

Bakugou perked up at the temptation. Cumming inside you. Breeding you. Pumping you full until you give him another brat. The thought of you walking around beautifully swollen with his kid drove him mad and desperate.

“Let me cum inside you Princess.” He asked with a soft but stern tone.

“Ah ah, you don’t get to tell me what to do. You’re not the one giving orders tonight, Katsuki. So listen up. I’ll go down on you for about 5 minutes. If you don’t come in those 5 minutes, I’ll let you cum inside. However, if you do, I’ll be leaving you here with a cock ring for the next few hours while I go and pleasure myself somewhere else. Understand?” You watched as he attempted to fight against his restraints.

“No.” He refused to give in. He turned his head down, avoiding your gaze and you sighed in return.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just have to take care of myself,” you said and slid off him. You were about to walk away before Bakugou called out for you.

“No wait!” You turned to him and gave a little curl with your lip. “Tch....please.” He said while blushing and staring off.

“Please what suki?” You said, acting dumb. Bakugou really didn’t wanna beg but he’s so close to getting what he’s been craving all month. Screw his damn pride. He was gonna get laid and he was gonna get it tonight!

“Please! ....Fuck me, touch me, suck my dick, let me cum inside you, do something to me! Please Y/N,” he begged. His member still stood erect and you smiled as you walked towards him.

“That’s my good boy,” you said as you caressed his jaw and gave him a quick and passionate kiss before moving down to suck him off. You kissed his tip multiple times before taking him in. He gasped and sighed at the contact and feeling of your warm cavern but he’ll be damned if he came undone in less than 5 minutes. He needed to cum inside your sweet little cunt and he was gonna do whatever it took to do so.

You bobbed your head at a steady pace causing Bakugou to plead for more. You swallowed his pre-cum, which left him gasping. Your hand went to fondle his balls as he fought against his restraints. He wanted to use his hands to take control but he couldn’t, not with them being tied up.

“P-please baby. Faster! Please!” He begged. And who were you to deny your good boy. You sped up your movements and moaned with his cock seated in your throat. “Ohh god! Yess!”

His legs shook as he was close to cumming. He looked at the time and saw he only had 1 minute left. Just 1 minute. Hold it in and he gets to cum inside you. However, he didn’t know you had a little trick up your sleeve.

When you walked away before, you grabbed a mini vibrator. Seeing he only had 1 minute left, you turned it on and placed it at the base of his cock while you sucked him off and moaned some more.

“F-fuck baby! S’too much! Stop- stop! ...ohh fuck I’m-I’m gonna cum!” Bakugou screamed with his head thrown back. He jerked his hips up as he attempted to fuck your mouth but you squeezed and scratched at his bare thighs to get him to stop. And finally, with your permission..

“You can cum now, good boy,”

He filled your mouth as he screamed in pleasure. His legs shook in pure ecstasy as he filled your mouth with his sweet-salty release. You pulled off him with a stuffed mouth and watched as his chest puffed up and fell down. He sighed before he looked at you with rosy cheeks. You smirked at him, opening your mouth to show him his work before swallowing it all. The erotic scene caused him to bite his lips and throw his head back as he puffed some more.

He can’t believe he was at his limit and all because of a blowjob. His dick grew soft but rose once more as vibrations came in contact with his shaft again. He flinched at the sudden feeling and looked at the cause of it and saw you holding the vibrator against him. “Baby? W-what? W-hy?”

“Aww Suki. Don’t you remember? It’s time to give you what you’ve wanted all month,” you smirked at him. His eyes went wide. How could he forget? He wanted to cum inside you so badly, but he didn’t know if he had any left. He didn’t know if he would be able to take it after his extreme climax.

“W-wait! Wait Y/N. I-..I need a break for a second. I can’t-“

“Excuse me?” You cut him off. “So you’re the only one that gets pleasure out of all this? I don’t think so.”

“No baby, that’s not what I meant. I just- it’s just...s’too much!” He cried out as he watched you hover over his erection. You lined his dick up with your entrance and smirked some more.

“You can handle it. I know you can. You’ll be my good boy and pleasure me too, right?” You sweetly said. Bakugou didn’t know what it was. He was never the submissive one but you calling him a ‘good boy’ did something to him. It made him want to completely submit to you and do whatever you pleased. You slammed down completely on his cock as you both cried out in pleasure.

“Fuck!” Bakugou screamed. You began a fast pace bouncing up and down on him. Your hands found placement on his bare chest as he threw his head back and made an abundant amount of noise. “Oh baby! Baby- slow down! F-fuck too much!”

“Mm..c’mon Suki..I thought you wanted this. Fuck- I thought you wanted..to be my good boy,” you teased while moaning. You held a devious grin as you rode him and he couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. Poor baby was so overstimulated.

Bakugou released sobs of pleasure but he enjoyed it all nonetheless. “S-shit! Oh my godd Katsuki! S-So big!”

“Ahh! Fuck! Y-Y/N..baby please! Let me touch you! Please!” Bakugou seethed out. He had his feet planted on the bed as he attempted to thrust up into you. You, growing a soft spot for the man below you, gave in.

“Heh...be a good boy and please me Suki.” You released his wrists from their ties as you never stopped your motions and his hands were quick to find home around your waist.

Bakugou was quick to take control and bounce you up and down on his shaft, controlling the pace. Now it was your turn to scream and cry in pleasure as Bakugou slammed you down on his cock while ramming up into you at the same time. He was going to be a good boy and please you.

“F-fucking shit! You like that? Huh?” He gave your ass a quick and hard smack before continuing. “You like the way my dick feels inside your sweet pussy?”

The pleasure was too much for you. You could barely form words as he catered to your body. His thrusts were beginning to bring you to your end as you felt the familiar tight feeling grow stronger in your stomach. You pussy clenched around his shaft as he released a gruff moan at the squeeze.

“Shit..you gonna cum baby? Gonna cum on my dick? ...fuck yess~ let me fill you up princess,” he said as his thrust grew sloppy. He was close to his end as well and you nodded in approval to his desire.

“Ka-Katsuki! I’m gonna cum..fuck baby I’m cumming!” Bakugou sped up the slightest bit to help you reach your climax until you finally came. You both released cried of euphoria as you both met your orgasms and met each other for a hungry kiss. At the same time, Bakugou stopped his thrusts as he shot his load in you, and a mix of your releases seeped out of your cunt. Your kiss was sloppy as your tongues fought for dominance. Bakugou let his hands travel to your ass where they helped you grind on his dick a little more and smacked it once again.

You both had moaned into the kiss until oxygen became necessary. You separated from each other with small pecks before finally stopping. Bakugou remained inside you as you settled into his chest. He had his arms wrap around you as you both spent time catching your breaths. Once you both finally settled, you bathed in the comforting feeling of the after sex glow and cuddled in a comforting silence. Bakugou had kissed the crown of your head before he spoke up and broke the quiet.

“So much for a punishment,” he teased. You looked at him with slanted eyes as a way of telling your husband to shut up but he only chuckled at you. He lifted your chin and brought your lips to meet his once more for a loving kiss before separating to tell you sweet words.

“I love you, princess.” He said with his husky voice.

“I love you too, Suki.” You sent your hand to intertwine with his and he gladly accepted. He was right though. So much for a punishment. Oh well, you’ll get him next time he fucks up.

A/N: EW THE ENDING WAS SO BAD!!!! WTFFFFF! Whatever. I hope you enjoyed it bear Cubs! I’m sorry I’ve been in my lil slump but I feel myself getting better and I’ll be back soon!💗🧸 And now...to start on the ninth chapter of my series. Yayyyyy😓

A/N: I think my favorite part is when Katsuki yells “Suck my dick!...on soft!” Cuz I be walking around and saying that to mfs who test me. If you disrespect me, SUCK MY DICK..ON SOFT! 🤣 am I a female? YES! But you will suck my soft non-existent dick if you decide to act like a prick for no apparent reason. Thank you!😂

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djarinsbeskar · 3 years

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Dorne Part 2 - Boxer!Din AU

A/N: A cheeky birthday gift for my darling CiCi @astroboots I hope you have the most wonderful day, filled with laughter, love, lots of Riley cuddles and gifts galore! Thank you for being one of the most precious friends I've been lucky enough to meet and spend every day annoying, being a menace to, chatting with you and getting a glimpse into that beautiful brain of yours. Hope you enjoy it my love! I’m sorry it’s a bit of a mess asdfghj.

Word Count: 2.7k

Rating: 18+ (NO Minors)

Warnings: SMUT! MFF oral sex (female receiving).

Main Masterlist | Boxer Materlist | Dorne Part 1

“I wanna see if she’s as greedy for pussy too, baby—”

“Mm, you’re just full of good ideas today, sweetheart.”

You preened under his praise, ass pressing back in a feline arch where he bunched your dress up. Your guest was still busy on her knees—dutifully lapping at his cock while he pressed an indulgent kiss beneath your jaw, inhaling the perfume you favored and the musky—primal scent of arousal that clung to your flushed skin. He nosed along the line of your jaw, your fingers carding through his hair, completely lost in each other as he found your mouth again—a low groan lost along your tongue when the woman hollowed her cheeks around his sensitive head.

“First… I wanna see how greedy you are for pussy.”

The low lights cast shadows across your features, but the way your eyes darkened—pupils dilated and ringed with kohl and mascara—ritual paint for a sacrifice to a heathen god—had him snarling at the worship you and your companion lay against his body. He swallowed thickly at the striking smirk that morphed on painted lips, grazing his mouth but avoiding a kiss as you dragged them down the exposed length of his torso.

The length of your dress shifted like water—deceived his lust addled eyes to appear like the wily, tempting swish of a fox’s tail as you slinked down his body to stroke your fingers through the other woman’s hair.

You purred something into her ear – secret and alluring – a siren call that darkened her gaze as she turned away from his cock, fist slowly stroking him as you tempted her to stand with your mouth on hers, tongue stroking into her mouth as you rose. She was helpless to resist – fuck how could she – the way your eyes indulged in her bountiful curves and striking silhouette highlighted by a silver dress that ended up in a pool on the floor when you pulled the straps down and let gravity do the rest.

“No underwear?” you hummed as you circled the woman gracefully, and while your guest was naked and breath-taking, his eyes were just as easily pulled to your form as your legs extended with each step in an effortless prowl, without the bolstered force of a male—but softer, deadlier. A lioness—a hunter. His.

Fuck—

You made him sit—made him wait. And fuck, he indulged your little power play—it was enticing, for now. That’s what he told himself as he watched the scene unfurl before his eyes.

The noises you were able to drag out of your guest were filthy as she lay sprawled like a decadent buffet on the oversized ottoman – the quilted velvet easily the size of a king sized bed where it sat under the dark light in the center of the room – and was his sponsors ingenious way of getting around the ‘no bed’ situation in Dorne. Din couldn’t count the number of times he had to stop himself from gripping his cock to stroke some relief as your tongue delved expertly between her folds.

His fingers curled into his thigh, one hand massaging his balls distractedly as his lips twisted into a snarl.

The raven haired beauty – curls chaotic and wild fanning around her head – arched with a graceful bend in her spine. A dancer. Din mused as a licorice black melted into whiskey orbs—filling them with need as rich as his appetite for sex. They dropped to your hand pressing into the supple, toned flesh of her thigh to spread her legs wider. All part of the show… giving him a perfect view of the glistening slick gathering between puffy lips you were holding open with your other hand to flick your tongue over her hooded clit and curl up to gather that arousal on it.

“Mm… baby—she tastes so good…”

You were on your knees on the ottoman—down on your elbows with your ass in the air for him to watch the barely-there strip of fabric you called underwear darken with your own desire, gorgeous thighs accentuated by the suspenders that made up that fucking sinful lingerie set he had bought for you.

Fuck you were gorgeous… pink tongue that had lapped at his cock earlier now dripping saliva onto the pretty pussy of your guest, fingers smearing it into her slick with quick rubs over her clit and slit—making her cry with the pleasure as wetness leaked from her cunt and into your mouth. He could feel his muscles hum, a tense film of pressure running along his nerves and making him need to move. To stalk over there and take what as his. Waiting only made his neck strain with the growl he directed at the ceiling and your mischievous giggle incite a feral snarl in return.

“Come taste,” you looked over your shoulder, lips shiny and swollen from where he had ravaged your mouth—eyes weaving a spell over him, and he was helpless to resist you. He shot up, a bullet—a bull towards the cape as you refused to break eye contact when you kissed her navel, beckoning him over.

He was parched.

And your mouth was the first thing he needed. Hand moulding over the curve of your ass to dip along that strip of fabric between your cheeks, he pressed his fingers against your slick pussy lips from over your underwear and devoured your mouth. Groaning at the combined taste of your natural essence and the sweet tang of your guest, an accented aroma that brought you both to a frenzied high as his tongue greedily pillaged every drop.

The dancer – he decided she must have been – keened as he lost himself in your mouth, pulling his attention down to her naked form. He moaned with a feral lace of pride as he saw your fingers disappearing into her cunt with long, teasing strokes—your mouth finding his neck as he watched. Eyes only falling shut when you bit him. Bit him so hard his cock twitched violently—a silent claim in this hedonistic indulgence.

Mine.

The mark said.

Fuck, you were perfect. He gripped your jaw from where you were worrying a trail of marks into his flesh to kiss you hard,

“Back to work,” he growled.

And just like that, the dynamic shifted—an easy dominance he knew you weren’t strong enough to resist. Not when it was him. You might dominate your guest, but you would submit to him.

Challenge flared in those orbs, the woman on the ottoman gasping your name when your disobedience, your defiance showed itself in a third finger inside her dripping cunt—a hard swipe across her clit. Retaliating. He led your head down, back between her legs, and you followed—caught off guard when his free hand tugged your panties to the side to give your pussy a series of quick slaps.

You were drenched.

Slap slap slapslapslap—you mewled into her pussy, sucking her clit into your mouth as you fingered her—his own fingers grazing your neglected clit and making you push your ass back against him. He dropped to his elbow beside the dancer – Ally? Abby? Still no clue – and dropped his mouth to one of the peaked tips of her breasts. They were begging for attention, crowned in the glisten of his saliva as his tongue circled one, then the other—graveled growls soft and honey sweet against her skin while he stroked your hair.

“Talented, isn’t she? That tongue is a sin—”

“So greedy for my girl’s tongue…”

“Why don’t you beg for mine?”

And she did.

She begged. Begged for your tongue—begged for his, begged for you both. You glanced up her body, a landscape of willowy curves and heaving breasts as warbled pleas spilled from those pretty lips. You withdrew your fingers – she sobbed – to paint that body as you moved up it and Din took your place. Streaks of sticky slick stained her skin in the journey your fingers took up her toned stomach and between her breasts. You caught her whimpers with your mouth when Din’s tongue dragged a long swipe along her cunt, his facial hair sanding against soft skin and making her spasm under his tongue at the mixture of sensations. So different to the softness of your body.

He growled into her wet heat when she managed to pull your breasts from over the top of your bra, a pert nipple swallowed into her mouth when you leaned up enough to let her play. Giving him a sinners view of your wet cunt and rapturous expression when your head fell back between your shoulders as you leaned over her face, letting her ravish your tits and make moans spill wantonly from your lips.

It drove him wild, and he channeled it all into devouring her pussy with rapt dedication.

“Open,” he snarled when her legs tried to close around his head—her gasp of pleasure muffled around your breast when he forced even more juices from her as two thick digits speared her entrance. You keened, arching your back as you held her head to your breast, grinding your hips back in some desperate attempt to find relief. Relief your guest gave you with her fingers between your legs, rubbing over your clit in frantic swipes over your underwear.

“Din,” you panted, and he was delirious.

Drunk on the taste of you both, drunk on the fact that even receiving pleasure from another—it was his name you moaned. He wanted to take you right then and there, but fair was fair.

Your guest sobbed when he pulled away—cunt clenching where his fingers once were and the orgasm that had been cresting ebbed with a rock of her hips as she chased it. You dropped a kiss to her cheek, soothing her cries for release as you cupped her jaw to swallow them.

Din watched your hand slither down to her cunt once more, fingers splitting around her clit lazily while he shed the open shirt he still had on, kicking his pants off while he was at it.

“Up here, sweetheart—” he commanded once he was free, heavy cock in hand when he settled down on the ottoman. He smirked at the cogs turning in your head—shown in the glint of curiosity in those gorgeous eyes before you crawled into his lap to cup his cheeks. You cleaned his face of the other woman’s essence with kitten licks and languid kisses, and he almost lost himself in you—almost. He turned you with a guiding hand to your shoulders, your back to his chest while he nudged your temple with a growl, “gorgeous… so fucking gorgeous—”

You wriggled slightly – poor thing… untouched, desperate for relief – and he hooked your legs over his, spreading your thighs wide for the dancer to see how wet you were—her dark eyes turning obsidian as she crawled on all fours between your legs, kissing you indulgently and then him.

“Make my girl feel good, then you can cum,” he purred against her mouth, turning to press a kiss into your temple when you whimpered, your hand having dropped to stroke over your clothed clit.

He pulled it away – behave, baby – and you whined into his mouth as you turned your face up to kiss him, whispering against his mouth in nonsensical strings of babble—asking for more, please please please Din.

The woman watched you in awe, the control you had over her melting to willing submission as you kissed his scruffy jaw with wet licks.

The temptation to just fuck you right there and then—to turn you over and mount you roared in his mind with a territorial claim. Your pleas whispered so softly into his skin, he ached to fill you—to turn those pleas into cries of bliss as he sank his cock into you. Not yet. He wanted to see you come undone on another’s tongue as he directed them. The indirect pleasure he would give you—it was impossible to resist.

He pulled your panties to the side again as the woman kissed up your thighs, across your navel – that’s it… tease her – and the air on your cunt – soaked with desire – made you bite your lip, eyes fluttering closed when her wet breath fell onto it.

“Spead her open for me—” Din hummed, revelling in the wet squelch of them against her fingers as she opened you wide, her eyes full of hunger and her tongue flicking out across her lips. They lifted to him, her thighs rubbing together from where her own naked cunt was exposed and wanting as she waited, nuzzling her nose into the seam of your thigh—the trembling clench of your pussy finally making him show you some mercy.

The image of another woman’s face buried in your cunt when he finally allowed her to slake her hunger for your arousal made him feel more powerful than any victory in the ring, any bowed submission by bolstered masculinity from unworthy adversaries. It was an incomparable lust—to see you pleasured this way—framed by his body, the tongue between your folds under his command, and the both of you eager to please him—to please each other. Masculine pride that didn’t need overbearing territoriality, but a guiding hand and the trust you both put in him. That is what made his cock leak and twitch against your back.

“Avoid her clit—”

You whimpered.

“Two fingers in that needy cunt… listen to how soaked you are baby—”

She fingered you diligently, slender digits echoing the patterns he knew would have you crying—have you squirming had he not kept you prisoner against his chest—patterns he dictated. A swipe to your clit by her thumb, a mercy on her part—and he snarled a warning down at her.

“Slower, slower—she likes to be edged, don’t you, sweetheart?”

His arms kept you at his mercy, your body open and wanting as the siren between your legs slurped and sucked and spread your wetness—had you quivering under her tongue. He could hear it. The wet drags—you always got so wet, and the velvet soaked beneath you only proved the fact. Her tongue circled your clit, dropped down to prod your entrance on his command. You knew it—that was why your pleas were directed to him, your nose buried into his cheek as you babbled incoherently – touch me, touch me please – your fingers clawing at the back of his neck.

“I am touching you—” he muttered as he ghosted his lips across the arch of your neck that lay in vulnerable deference against his shoulder—hands tweaking pebbled nipples after he had unhooked the front of your bra, rolling them in coarse fingers before he gave one of them a quick slap, “what do you want, baby?”

You rutted your hips down to push your cunt further into the dancer’s mouth, her moans of approval making you sob at the vibrations, the dual clash of soft wet tongue and rough dry hands on your breasts. He snarled a command to suck your clit—the woman’s fathomless gaze meeting his as her ruby lips wrapped around that pretty little bundle of nerves to make you bow up out of his lap, your hands gripping her curls to claw her closer with a litany of curses and fuck fuck yes—yes more more more—

“Stop.”

Your sob was heartbroken as your orgasm slipped from your grasp – wind through the pampas grass – and you turned, his hand tangled in your guest’s hair to yank her back, and you dropped to engulf his cock in your mouth. It made him choke—made him forget for just a moment as his head fell back and a guttural moan dropped from his mouth in encouragement.

Din dragged the woman up as you sucked him off—kissing your essence right off her with long licks and plundering swipes into her mouth, his hips lifting to push himself deeper down your throat as it convulsed around his girth with a gag.

“I make you both cum, understand?” he growled—smirking when you both nodded deliriously—you with a messy mouth and stroking the length of his cock as it rested against your cheek, and her pussy drunk delirium fogging her gaze.

“Good girls…”

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hanniejji · 4 years

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MIYA TWINS, KITA, SUNA, AND SAKUSA AS OLDER BROTHERS

[ miya osamu x y/n ] [ miya atsumu x y/n ] [ suna rintarou x y/n ] [ kita shinsuke x y/n ] [ sakusa kiyoomi x y/n ]

anon: miya twins, suna, kita, and sakusa as your older brother hcs 👉🏻👈🏻

note: your wish is my command :') | m.list

warnings: it's just me typing out what kind of brother i wished i have

MIYA OSAMU

you're one lucky bitch

you're his taste tester the moment he starts cooking

from his first cooking which was horrible until he finally succeeded in becoming gordon ramsey himself

he's a chill brother—bonding will just be the two of you hanging in the living room and doing each other's business with osamu's snacks of course

he has the habit of pulling you closer when you're with him

he doesn't hesitate tutoring you when you need it uwu

makes you handmade bento every morning and will throw a tantrum—yes, a tantrum—if you ever eat food that isn't made by him

"my heart is broken into pieces and it's your fault"

gentle teasing because you already get teased a lot by atsumu

and sweet nicknames uwu

never goes out without asking you if you want him to buy you something uwu

the mom™ kind of brother

he even nags like one too oof

he'll be thankful if you aren't as wild as atsumu because he's tired of dealing with his shit

he also loves cuddling you to sleep! you used to sneak into his bed when you were young uwu

gives good advices and encourages you whenever you're feeling down

MIYA ATSUMU

wild as fuck

probably was scolded by your mom because he kept running around with you in his arms probs made you cry when you were a baby lmao

the crazy fun type of brother but he's also an annoying jerk

you either love him or hate him, there's no in between

not a week goes by without one of you pranking the other—it's an unspoken competition

definitely thought you a lil bit about volleyball

but if u have a different hobby then he's the most supportive one owo

he does his research on your interest and makes sure you're not overworking yourself unlike a certain blonde 👀

annoying traits aside, he's sweet in his own ways

little spontaneous adventures!!

midnight shopping and convenience store foods osamu gets annoyed whenever you do this lmak

he sneaked you out of the house once just so y'all can listen to the foxes yip at night in the backyard

always buys you your favorite snack when he passes by a store without a fail

he loves it when you rant to him, he feels trustworthy and listens intently to your words

you share gossips with each other there's literally a scheduled time for sipping tea

"*gasp* what a bitch! she did that!? really!?"

"hey, hey, listen to this—so this guy—"

SUNA RINTAROU

two tired siblings

your bonding time is sleeping together oof

his the most chill and vibe™ brother because he literally doesn't mind anything that you do lmao

you probably have his resting bitch face too fjsjd

soft smile are reserved for you uwu

everyone think he's an irresponsible brother at first but he's actually good at taking care of you

he knows what to do when you're sad and if he needs you to calm the fuck down

one of you just goes to the room of the other and just plops next to them even if you have rooms of your own lmao

he just loves curling around you ma'am fbsog he sleeps better next to his sibling uwu

stocks of jelly sticks for the both of u uwu

you can talk to each other with just looking at each other

you, passing by suna:....

suna, nodding:....

you, raising your thumbs up and walking off:...

atsumu: wtf just happened?

will never let you go home without him so you're gonna have to stay after practice

he does extra better when you're around watching him but you don't need to know that

cue growling fox suna when someone doesn't matter if he knows them approaches you fjsjfo he's glaring at them and snarling for them to go away because no one's allowed to touch a single piece of your hair

you caught him softly humming you to sleep once uwu :')

and he scratches/pats your head too uwu

you're literally his cub and he's your big bad protective fox

KITA SHINSUKE

i wish i have him as my brother :(

kita's the sweetest mfoker and i love him so much

he probably knows everything about you and not in a creepy way fjsifo

also has a sixth sense when it comes to you

kita, suddenly standing up from his desk and out of the room:

aran: where u goin?

kita: my little sibling is calling me

aran: ha?

loves helping you when you need it whether it's about school or friends or your club things and has this big proud smile when you achieve something you've been working hard for

"they're growing up too fast" wipes tears

"you see that? yeah, that's my sibling and im proud of them"

gets you gifts as a reward no matter how many times you tell him that he doesn't need to buy you anything

"you deserve everything, accept it"

extra happy and does better when you're watching his games

melts when you cheer for him

"YEAH THAT'S MY BROTHER Y'ALL HE'S THE BEST CAPTAIN!!"

aran: you're crying

kita, discretely wiping his tears but fails to hide so: n-no im not

teaches you the ropes in the fields but won't force you to join him, he wants you to pursue what you want to do in life :')

but will still be giddy whenever you visit the field and help him around uwu

if you're a girl, he knows how to tie your hair for you and has extra hair ties and pads in one of the compartments in his bag

he's prepared for everything fjelg he deserves the best brother award

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

there's no way that he's letting you near anything or anyone else

he's gonna make sure you grow up aware of your surroundings and yes, you also hate germs and touching dirty things but not as much as him

as long as you wash your hands it's ok

your bonding time is cleaning around the house and shopping for cleaning supplies fksbof

he trust you and only you and sometimes komori

like kita, if you're a girl, he has things in his bag prepared for when you have emergencies

except he sucks at tying you hair but it's the though that matters uwu

idk if he's rich or what but he buys you everything and spoils you too much it sometimes painful whenever you ask how much he spent

in return you also give him things as if he doesn't have them already lmao

he acts like he doesn't enjoy it but he loves your back hugs or when you ask about his day because he's aware he neglects his feelings sometimes

he doesn't show it but he's thankful whenever you bring him food or take care of him the same way he does to you but you're more affectionate oof

he's conflicted between telling you to not come to his matches because you're gonna be surrounded by strangers and loving it when you cheer his name after a particularly good spike

since he's busy with practices, he calls you on the phone every night without fail and ask about your day uwu it's also to make sure that you're doing well lmao

he's very very very very protective

and sometimes overbearing but he has good intentions and just wants you to stay safe and healthy :')

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wonderwomanfantasy · 3 years

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like they do in the movies

oh hell yeah baby I love him

Mad dog x reader

warnings: smut, rough sex, pwp, tom nook.

word count: 1,100 (about)

summary: baby what do you want from me, you want me to rail you like that? fine, I'll fuck you like that stupid porno you watched.

You whimpered as Kyotani shoved you against the wall. “That hurt,” you complained rubbing the back of his head. He glared at you his eyes dark, his hand shot up and clamped around your throat choking you. He growled something that sounded a lot like I don’t care.

Kissing mad dog was a lot like getting mauled. He was rough, shoving his tongue in your mouth and biting your lips, and roughly rocking his hips against yours. Your head was spinning, you couldn’t breathe. Kyotani let go of your throat so he could claw at your shirt with both hands tearing the material off of you.

“Hey-” you tried to protest but your boyfriend snarled at you shutting you right up, you didn’t even complain when he ripped your bra right off of you.

“Going to fuck you,” he snarled, “fuck you real good.” his fingers dug into your hips shoving you harder into the wall making you hiss in pain. Kyotani palmed your breasts biting your neck and your collarbones leaving marks, that you knew from experience wouldn’t fade for days. His hands weren’t any gentler he pinched and yanked on your nipples making you moan.

“Hurts Kyotani,” you groaned. But the way you were rolling your hips against his thigh seemed to suggest that it didn’t hurt too much.

“Such a fucking slut, my dirty girl grinding down on me like a whore.” he snarled “say it-”

“I’m your slut,” you sighed, his mouth felt so good gnawing at your skin and groping you. He hummed happily against your chest before sucking one of your nipples into his mouth rolling the bud between his teeth.

“That’s right, my dirty girl,” he growled before clawing at your skirt yanking it down your legs. Shyly you covered your body, embarrassed he was still fully clothed while you were naked pinned against the wall. Kyotani glared at you.

“My dirty girl shouldn’t bother to hide,” he snarled yanking your arms up and away from your body. “I’ve seen this slutty body so many times what do you think I’ve seen you naked? No fucking use in hiding bitch.”

His hands were big enough and he was strong enough to hold both your wrists above your head in only one fist. He reached between your legs shoving your legs apart and running his fingers over your lips. You were surprised how slow he was going, he was never one to tease, He usually just fucked you hard without any prep. It was strange for him to slip his fingers inside of you like this, not that you were complaining.

Kyotani was crudely jamming two of his fingers in and out of you. He didn’t seem to be aiming anywhere particular but he still managed to hit all the sweet spots that made you feel good. You keened dropping your hips down grinding against his hand.

“That feel good baby? You like the way daddy pets your sloppy pussy?” he purred against your neck, his voice low and raspy, not the usual bark of orders you got. Your body trembled and you nodded kissing him sweetly.

“Y-yes Kyo feels good,”

“Yeah? Thought you might fucking like it you whore, this is just how that stupid pretty boy did it in that stupid porno,” he snarled, smacking the side of your face and harshly grabbing your face, your stomach dropped. You didn’t think he saw that, he’d walked in on you while you’d been casually scrolling through a porn sight watching a guy finger his girlfriend pinned against the wall jus like this.

“Kyotani-”

“Shut up, I’m going to give you what you want since you’re too scared to ask for it,” he snarled before sinking his teeth into your neck. “Cum. cum on my fingers right now you slut,” he commanded

“N-No,” you stammered. This brought him up short slightly, you complained sure but you almost always did what he asked.

“I want to cum on your cock,” you complained. You wanted to feel him throb inside of you you wanted to feel him cum inside of you. It was difficult to hold yourself on the edge but you were positive that you could hold out until he broke and fucked you. You could see the outline of his hard cock pressing against his shorts. You were turning him on and you knew he wasn’t one to deny himself. He smacked you again.

“Stupid whore, you’re lucky I’m even letting you cum, you’ll cum on my hand right now or you’ll get nothing,” he spat circling your clit harshly with his thumb making you cry out.

“Do it, cum on my hand you slut,” he demanded. You trembled, not so sure now that you could hold out like you hoped.

“Don’t worry princess, I’ll fuck you hard after you cum. I’ll fuck this slutty little hole and stuff you full of my cum just the way you like,” he growled in your ear. You kind of knew that he would fuck you but it was satisfying to hear him say it out loud.

“Fuck- fuck I’m going to cum Kyotani!” you shouted sliding down the wall bucking your hips against his hand and crying out in pleasure as you came.

“See? Wasn’t that nice baby? You should just tell me when you want something,” he said quickly shoving his shorts down and pulling down his cock pumping it a few times before shoving himself inside of you. You cried out, your clit throbbed in overstimulation. Kyotani didn’t bother to whip his hands off before grabbing you by your thighs and pinning you against the wall and thrusting harshly into you.

“Fuck, you’re so wet baby, such a sloppy cunt for Daddy,” he panted. He fucking hated having to wait to fuck you like that, his cock was so hard it ached but Kyotani had put his own needs aside for once so he could give you what you wanted. Maybe now you wouldn’t go snooping on stupid porn sights when you already had someone to take care of that shit for you.

Your legs were trembling around his waist it was getting harder to breathe as he railed you into the wall. You could only moan and whine as he pounded into you, it was too hard to force any other words.

You clenched around his cock until you came again, pulling an orgasm out of him, his cum gushing inside of you.

For a moment you just stayed there panting and catching your breath. Kyotani nuzzled your neck and pulled you away from the wall taking you into his arms and away from the wall.

“Where we going?” you asked.

“Bed, I’ll clean you up then we can cuddle and play that game you like,” he murmured. His cock going soft inside of you as he walked

“That game I like?” you asked

“The one with the island and that fucking raccoon bastard,” he elaborated.

“Animal crossing?”

"Yeah, let's go play the fuck out of animal crossing,"

#mad dog x reader #mad dog x reader smut #kyotani x reader #kyotani kentaro #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader

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bakugoukatsukiswife · 4 years

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Girl’s Best Friend

A/N: Y’all I really love @carlychrisfarley to write this cause this was something, something indeed. But basically she wanted Bakugou in a scenario where he gets turned into a dog and then when he finally gets turned back, some smutty things happen involving a very well-known sexual position. Who am I to deny her that though? Big shoutout to @lordexplosionsextra for making sure this was amazing.

Warnings: Smut, 18+.

Words: 1,953

Your boyfriend, Bakugou was a very stubborn man. He didn’t back away from a challenge-no matter what it was. That included diving headfirst into missions even without back-up, he could be reckless and you knew this. Although that still didn’t stop your shock when Kirishima came by your house with a Shiba Inu on his hands-and no Bakugou.

“Uh.. so not to alarm you, but this is Bakugou.” Kirishima said as he motioned to the blonde dog that seemed to have the same snarl that was always on Bakugou’s face. You blinked a few times to register what he had said before laughing, clearly not falling for the joke that Bakugou and Kirishima were pulling on you.

“There’s no way you guys are fooling me, I know Katsuki is just hiding somewhere,” you said as you started to come outside, eyes scanning the area for the unruly head of blonde hair you had run your fingers through countless times. When you didn’t see him, you looked back at Kirishima and realized that he was being completely serious. You looked down at the Shiba again and the dog came towards you, his snarl disappearing as he licked at your hand as if to say, “yes, it really is me, dumbass. No prank here,”.

“What the hell happened?” You asked Kirishima as you let them both inside, plopping down on the couch as Kirishima sat across from you and Katsuki jumped up on the couch, resting himself against you, his head on your lap.

“Bakugou rushed in-as always,” Kirishima started and Bakugou let out a huff in frustration before Kirishima continued. “Bakugou rushed ahead and the villain used their quirk on him, they can make the person turn into whatever animal they want. It could last a few days, weeks to months.” Kirishima explained and your heart sank at the fact that your boyfriend could be a dog for months on end. Katsuki could sense your mood and let out a low whine, licking at your hand to give you a sense of comfort and a form of apology. Luckily, Kirishima was nice enough to stop and get a few things like a leash, bowls and toys for Bakugou’s state so you could likely process what had happened.

In your daze, you hadn’t realized that Kirishima had left until Bakugou nudged at your hand with his head and you blinked before looking down at Katsuki, his eyes focused on you. You pet the top of his head, his ears twitching slightly at the new sensation and you smiled when he huffed in approval.

“Want to watch some TV?” You asked him, giggling when he let out a short bark as if to say yes before you turned on a show that you two had been binging the past few nights. Bakugou curled closer into you, his fur brushing against you. This was going to be interesting.

A few days had passed and Bakugou was still the cutest Shiba ever-although you really wanted your boyfriend back. Although he was a cute dog, he was stubborn and wouldn’t listen to you at all. Especially when you tried to give him baths after he would go outside and roll around in the dirt. He was still very protective of you so that was pretty cute, sometimes anyway. You had a feeling that you would definitely try to convince Katsuki into getting a dog after this though. You enjoyed having a furry little friend around.

“Katsuki, are you ready to go on your walk?” You asked from the door, slipping your shoes on and grabbing his leash. You heard a bark and heard the patter of paws before Bakugou appeared in front of you, allowing you to leash him after struggling for a good few minutes. Little shit. You took Bakugou outside, allowing him to lead as he started to sniff at the flowerbeds in the neighborhood. You heard a call of your name and looked up to see Denki and Kirishima headed your way with a wave, to which you returned. Bakugou returned to you, acting as a sort of barrier between you and the boys.

“Oh man, that quirk still hasn’t worn off?” Kirishima asked you, his red eyes filled with sympathy.

“Nope, but he at least cuddles me without complaining now.” You joked, causing Bakugou to huff as he showed his annoyance. Kirishima and Denki continued to talk to you, but you could feel Bakugou tugging at the leash to signal that he was ready to head back to the house and you could swear you heard him let out a growl when Kirishima gave your head a pat, the leash being pulled tighter. After finally saying bye to the boys, Bakugou pulled you back to the house and you frowned when you sat down on the couch, expecting Bakugou to jump in your lap but he stalked off to the bedroom. Shrugging, you made your way to the bathroom as you passed a sulking Bakugou on the bed and started to strip, turning on the shower before you heard the patter of paws and Bakugou patiently sitting on the floor.

“I’m guessing you’re going to stay in here?” You questioned as you threw your shorts aside, watching as Bakugou barked as if saying “duh!”. You smiled before stepping in the shower, turning on the music from your phone from the shower speaker. You hummed to yourself before lathering some of your favorite body wash in your hands, jumping when you heard a familiar voice in your ear.

“Need some help, princess?” Bakugou questioned, giving you his signature smirk when you turned to face him. You touched his face, pushing at his cheeks slightly to make sure that it was actually Bakugou and not your touch starved imagination playing tricks on you.

“It’s me, dumbass. The quirk wore off,” Bakugou said, his voice slightly muffled from your hands. As if you didn’t believe him, you trailed your hands down to his perfect figure, fingers trailing over his abs and Bakugou chuckled. “I’m guessing you missed me a lot, huh?”

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, you were cute as a dog. But, I really missed you,” you admitted as Bakugou pulled you close, your confession causing him to smile.

“I missed you too, especially being able to touch you….” Bakugou said as his knuckles brushed against your cheek, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip as his red eyes seemed to glow with intensity. “So…, can I touch you?” He asks, his voice low as his eyes flicked down your body. As soon as you nodded, Bakugou’s lips were on yours and he had you pressed up against the shower wall. His lips were hot against yours, one of his hands traveling to your hair and you moaned when his fingers tangled in your locks. His tongue met your bottom lip and slowly slid inside your mouth, his other hand going to play with the sensitive bud that had been begging for attention since you heard his voice.

“K-Katsuki,” you moaned against his lips as his fingers trailed down to your already slick folds to brush against them.

“Hmm, are you that eager? You’re so cute, wanting me so badly.” He mumbled against your lips as his fingers easily slid into you, a quiet chuckle escaping his mouth at the way you squirmed. His index and pointer finger started to thrust in and out slowly, his face buried in your neck while your hand went to his hair, your skin already on fire. It wasn’t from the shower, but from Katsuki’s hold on you. He was like a drug you couldn’t get enough of.

A moan escaped your mouth when Bakugou curled his fingers, the pads of them hitting that spongy spot inside of you that had you seeing stars in seconds. You could hear his voice in your ear asking if you were about to cum, and when you nodded he abruptly removed his fingers. You met his teasing red eyes as he sucked your juices off his fingers, a gasp escaping your throat as he suddenly picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as his lips latched to your neck.

“Now, now, baby girl… I didn’t tell you that you could cum. I prefer to have you cum around my cock, anyway.” Bakugou whispered in your ear, his teeth tugging at the skin before he lined himself up with your entrance, his cockhead teasing against your folds.

“Katsuki… p-please,” you beg, desperately trying to move against your boyfriend so you could get a small amount of friction.

“You’re so fucking cute when you beg,” Bakugou said with a chuckle, a low groan escaping his mouth as he slowly pushed into you. He paused for a minute to let you adjust since it had been a bit before he started moving, a growl escaping his mouth as he bit down on your neck, his tongue soothing at the inflamed skin as his thrusts picked up the pace.

“Fuck…” you moaned out at the way that Katsuki’s cock brushed along your walls, the angle he had you in making him hit your g-spot. Your hands found purchase in his hair, your fingers combing through the wet locks as the water hit the both of you. Bakugou continued to lick and suck at your neck, leaving dark marks as he never stopped his pace. You whined when you realized that he had stopped again, his hands cupping under your ass to keep you steady as he turned the shower off before taking you to the bedroom.

“Katsuki?” You asked, taking your face from his neck to look up at him, a yelp leaving your lips as he tossed you gently on the bed.

“Turn around,” Bakugou said, and you knew it was a command, not a question. You did as you were told, getting on your hands and knees, a shiver running through you when Bakugou’s hands spread your ass, allowing him full view of your dripping cunt.

“You’re so fucking soaked for me, I fucking love it,” Bakugou said before lining himself up again, a growl escaping his throat at how tight you were as he sheathed himself inside you.“Shit, you’re so fucking tight.” You felt as Bakugou’s hand tangled in your hair, yanking you back so you were close to him as he thrust inside you, his other hand wrapped around your waist to keep you steady. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and you and Bakugou’s moans filled the air as he kept a constant pace inside of you, his balls slapping against you as he pressed sloppy kisses to your back.

“Katsuki… your cock feels so good,” you whine, pleasure coursing through you when Bakugou’s hand in your hair tightens.

“That’s right, you fucking love my cock, don’t you? You love my cock stretching you out as much as it can, hah?” Bakugou says with a groan as his thrusts become harder, faster. You’re only able to nod in agreement as your orgasm starts to wash over you in waves, your cunt clenching Bakugou’s dick as your juices drip onto the bed. “Fuck, (Y/N), I’m-.” Bakugou cuts off with a groan as he spills his seed into you, his head pressed into your back as he bites down at the skin; overwhelmed with the orgasm flooding his system. He pulled out of you and pulled you close to him before falling back onto the bed, pulling the covers up around you both.

“Oh so even though you’re back to normal, you still want to cuddle?” You tease, hearing Bakugou scoff.

“Shut up. I always want to cuddle you.”

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2seokdevil · 3 years

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Uncia - Epilogue

Word Count: 3,836

Warning: This contains smut! (Well it pretty much is ONLY smut. I am out of practice on writing warnings please let me know if I should add any.) Characters: Snow Leopard Hybrid Reader, Cat Hybrid Jimin, Wolf Hybrid!Jungkook, Golden Retriever Hybrid Hoseok, Tiger Hybrid Taehyung, Human Jin, Human Namjoon, and Human Yoongi.

Relationships: Namjoon X Reader

Summary: A man and his two hybrids rescue you while you are running away from an abusive shelter. Though you broke into their house, injured and traumatized from your time at the shelter, the man and his hybrids help you out by calling in favors with a few of their friends. For once in your life can you really be this lucky?

A few weeks had passed since you had settled into your new home. Your days were comfortable, saying goodbye to your owner/lover Namjoon. Then spending the day playing games with an overly protective wolf boy and cuddling while watching movies with Jimin. Namjoon and you had kept your relationship on the down-low at home to help ease Jungkook into the situation as he has been showing not-so-subtle signs of liking you.

You had learned more about mating techniques from Namjoon and Jimin and were, therefore, able to navigate these situations a little more. This included only letting Namjoon feed you his food or not allowing Jungkook to rub his scent on you. In fact, since you had started dating Namjoon, you didn’t want anyone to get their scent on you besides him. Jungkook was not oblivious to the lingering looks and touches shared by Namjoon and you but he hadn’t let up on trying to offer you food. This sometimes caused Namjoon to get frustrated but the two of you continued to slowly amp up the intensity.

You were beginning to heal slowly, your cast would be removed soon and your bruises had faded allowing you to move freely. The peace that had settled in was amazing and something you had never thought you would experience.

“Y/n?” A voice shook you out of your reveries. Your eyes focused on the shorter man in front of you. You smiled embarrassed at being caught zoning out. Yoongi shook his head with a slight smile.

“You can’t daydream about Namjoon all day,” he started, “you need to also do your job. The clothes need to be washed, could you go do that?”

“Of course,” you mumbled moving towards the back of the shelter, “I will do that right now.” You walked to the back, going from room to room collecting the dirty clothes when you felt strange dizziness in your head. Pausing, you pressed your palm into your head, blinking a few times to focus. Strange. You continued on going to the washing machine to start your first load.

“Y/n! How are you doing!” You heard the bright voice of Jin. You sighed and smiled at Jin politely. He smiled charmingly back.

“Hey Jin,” you said, “same old same old. You?”

“I’m great! Just dropping off some medicine and thought I would say hello! Still on for tomorrow for our counseling?” He asked. You nodded confirming that you were going to talk to him tomorrow.

“Thanks for all the help,” you trailed off “really!” Jin nodded his head contentedly and continued on to put his medicine on the shelves near the washing machine.

“Let me know if you start feeling sick at all ok?” He said, zipping up his bag, “I have to run right now though, got a sickly kitty I gotta go take care of.” He breezed out the door, moving with purpose. Your eyebrows knit together. Did he know something was up? You shook your head and continued on with the laundry.

“No, I won. You cheated!” Tae protested as Jungkook kept beating him in a game of smash. You laughed heartily watching their antics while Jimin was laying in your lap, enjoying your fingers carded through his hair. Hobi was just happy to be playing with them, laughing and half-heartedly teasing the two more aggressive boys. The three humans were in the kitchen catching up away from their loud hybrids. Quiet chatter would sometimes float into the room alerting you of their presence.

Jimin’s soft purrs were steady, indicating that he was almost asleep. You smiled down at him, admiring his pretty face as he rubbed it against the soft fabric of your dress, blocking out the arguing happening just feet away from you. His soft eyelashes fluttered softly as he sleepily blinked.

Suddenly, his face blurred. The same dizziness that had occurred at the shelter was back with a vengeance. You let out a slight hiss in pain as your stomach suddenly throbbed. Squeezing your eyes shut, you willed the pain to go away. After a few moments, you felt the silence of the room wash over you. Slowly cracking open your eyes, you were met with the gaze of all 4 boys in the room. Confused, you tilted your head at them.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, confused before you felt your skin suddenly flush with heat. Uh-oh. Your eyes widened as you realized your heat was upon you, your usual warning signs absent. Part of you had hoped that Jin was wrong and the shot he gave you would have stopped the heat from happening. Out of instinct, the boy’s nostrils were flared taking in the scent you were putting out. You quickly pushed Jimin off of your lap, resisting the urge to pull him in closer.

You stared back at the men in the room, the quiet music from the game suddenly loud and the soft chatter of the humans in the kitchen a far away safety. A high whine escaped from Hoseok, forcing ears to turn towards him. His eyes were wide, but he seemed nervous and uncomfortable. The chatter in the kitchen stopped at the sound, the humans suddenly noticing how quiet the rowdy bunch had suddenly gotten.

Yoongi was the first to pop his head into the living room recognizing the sound as Hoseok.

“Hey Hobi,” he asked cautiously, eyes scanning the room, “what’s going on.” Namjoon and Jin were soon to follow, also observing the weird environment. Jungkook’s gaze was piercing on you, his eyes unusually dark. Everyone’s scents were assaulting your nose, your senses suddenly going wild. Tae was the first to move forward, halting at the deep growl that ripped from Jungkook’s chest.

“Jungkook!” Namjoon scolded moving forward only to be met with another louder growl from Jungkook. Hoseok scrambled away from the wolf boy towards his owner. His hand was held over his nose trying to keep your scent from invading his olfactory system. Jin was the first to realize what was going on. He laid his hand gently on Namjoon’s arm, shaking his head.

“Stop it,” Tae demanded, growling at Jungkook who still had a rumbling growl. Jungkook’s eyes shot to Tae. The two boys glared at each other, each one waiting for the other to move. You stared in a mix of horror and lust at the two of them.

“Mine,” Jungkook growled at Tae. Jimin looked up from his position on the floor, your scent obviously affecting him but the growling from the more dominant hybrids took precedence as he stayed in place, trying not to look at you. Jungkook suddenly shot forward, hands reaching out to you. Your mind willed you to move but your body was acting on hormones now, only recognizing a potential mate coming at you. Tae shoots forward as well, catching only one of Jungkook’s hands, Jungkook’s other hand wrapping around your waist possessively.

Snarling fills the room as the two men wrestle with each other. Jimin takes the opportunity to sneak out to join the shocked-looking humans. Your skin felt too hot, Jungkook’s palm pressing into your side a welcome cool.

“Tae,” Jin piped up assertively causing the tiger to halt. Jungkook ripped his arm out of Tae’s grasp, resting it securely across your stomach. You were now anchored to Jungkook’s body. Tae snarled at Jungkook and began to back off but Jin called for him to stop.

“Can you help get her away?” Jin asked him. Jungkook growled at Jin, his eyes challenging him.

“Is she in heat?” Namjoon asked nervously. Jimin nodded into his chest where he had buried his nose.

“Jungkook, let her go,” Namjoon said calmly. Jungkook’s glare shifted to Namjoon, Jungkook’s body pressing further into your back revealing his intent.

“Tae, I want you to grab him ok?” Jin said calmly to the careful tiger. He nodded, his eyes wild but understanding the precariousness of the situation. He lunged, his arm coming between Jungkook and you. The snarling was deafening, everything moving so quickly. Jin came rushing forward towards the fighting hybrids. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled as hard as he could. Jungkook's nails scraped against your skin but you were free of your previous arm cage. A primal sound ripped from Jungkook as he lunged trying to get a hold of you again. Tae struggled to keep him back.

“Move her upstairs now,” Jin commanded, removing Jimin from Namjoon’s chest and pushing you towards Namjoon. Your brain spun as the honey-scented man wrapped his arms around you, a moan escaping from your lips. Namjoon’s cheeks flushed red but he quickly moved you upstairs to your room, lying you down in the bed. You stared at the flawless skin of the man above you, his jawline tense and strong. Another moan escaped you as you soaked in your boyfriend. The yelling and growling from downstairs didn’t even register with you. Namjoon looked back towards the door, quickly getting up to lock it.

Your body was on fire. Ragged breaths wracked your body. Namjoon looked over at you, his hands interlocking behind his head as he looked at your form on the bed.

"Oh God," he muttered under his breath but your ears picked it up perfectly. You smirked at him, curving your back to show off your body for him. He sighed.

"Not right now ok?" He said, squeezing his eyes shut. You made a sound of complaint but he just held his hand up to you to stop.

"Everyone is over right now, it would just be…" he trailed off as you had switched your position, leaning forward on your arms, arching your back so your butt wiggled in the air. Your tail vibrated in excitement seeing a cloud of lust cover his eyes.

"Come on baby," you mewled trying to bring the man over to your bed where you would pounce on him. He shook his head.

"Give me a moment," he said, reaching for the door handle. Unlocking the door he slipped out, leaving you alone. You collapsed on the bed, a burning fire running through your body. Your ears strained to hear what was going on but you couldn't hear over your heart pounding.

Namjoon was taking his time coming back upstairs causing you to groan. Warmth had flooded between your thighs rendering you helpless to its presence. Your hand snuck down to your pussy, pushing away your panties to find your clit before circling it several times providing you some relief. You panted at the feeling, wanting more than what you could give yourself. You wanted Namjoon. His intoxicating scent and his body… a shiver made its way down your spine. A quiet moan escaped you, fingers circling quicker.

The click of the lock turning caught your attention, ears perking up towards the door. Namjoon pushed the door open, his face peering around the door to see you in your compromising position. He paused, just blinking at you.

“Come here baby,” you purred. Namjoon gulped hard, closing the door behind him and locking it. He slowly approached you, his hand rubbing nervously at his neck.

“It’s fine baby,” you reassured him. He nodded shyly, his eyes darting back and forth as he tried to not focus on your core where your fingers were playing with yourself. His hand gently touched your knee, rubbing small circles into your skin. A strained moan escaped you, fire burning in you again. Namjoon’s eyes darkened.

“Oh baby,” he whispered, hand tracing further down your thigh. His fingers brushed against the soft skin of your inner thigh, slowly approaching. Frustration built in you as he avoided where you wanted his hand so desperately. Your hand shot out and grabbed his teasing hand, pulling it to your clit. As soon as his warm finger touched you, your body twitched excitedly. Namjoon chuckled.

“You’re so desperate,” he whispered. His finger circled slowly causing you to squirm in pleasure. He settled himself by the bottom of the bed, dark eyes focused on your dripping pussy. His fingers continued to circle you before he added his other hand in the mix, sliding a finger effortlessly into you. A sigh of relief escaped you.

“Is it ok?” Namjoon asked nervously. You nodded enthusiastically. He began to pump his finger into you. You continued to squirm, soft moans falling from your lips.

“You sound so sexy,” he breathed out. He took his finger circling your clit away causing you to express your disappointment. Your complaints got stuck in your throat when it was replaced by his hot mouth clasping around it, his previously engaged hand pulling your panties out of the way. A squeal escaped you as your body tightened from the stimulus. His tongue tentatively flicked against your clit, electricity running through you. Moans peeled out of you.

Namjoon began repeating the motion, building up the tension in your stomach. His finger was soon joined by another, causing you to stretch more. You clenched at the welcome pressure inside of you. The tension in your stomach was rising, causing every muscle in your body to twitch and clench in anticipation. Namjoon felt the change in your body, speeding up the rate of his tongue and fingers pushing you to the edge. You felt the tension snap, muscles clenching and releasing rapidly as you moaned loudly in bliss. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you rode the feeling out. Namjoon slowed down, giving you a break from the onslaught of his fingers and tongue.

Your eyes slowly opened, peering shyly at the man between your legs. His dark eyes were looking back at you, soaking up every expression. You gave him a small smile which he returned after moving his mouth off of you. He slowly pulled his sopping fingers from you. As soon as his fingertips exited you, your pussy clenched around nothing missing the pressure. Your panties slipped back into place as he let go.

Namjoon lifted his fingers to his mouth, sticking his index and middle fingers into his mouth, sucking you off of them. The fire that had settled down just seconds ago restarted in your stomach at the sight. Namjoon let out a low groan at the taste before he quickly wiped his shining lips. He hurriedly crawled over you, his erection pressing into your clothed core. You both groaned at the feeling before he pressed his lips to yours. The taste of you filled your mouth and the scent from his lips tickled at your nostrils. His tongue darted into your mouth meeting yours in a passionate kiss which you happily reciprocated. Unconsciously, Namjoon rubbed himself on you. You pressed a hand to his chest, halting him. He looked at you confused.

You wiggled out of the position, removing your dress. He followed suit quickly discarding his shirt recklessly throwing it to the ground. As you moved to take off your bra he stopped you.

“Wait,” he quickly said, his eyes focused on your semi-naked body. “I want to look at you like this in the underwear I bought you.” You purred at him enjoying the view, pushing your chest up in an attempt to pose for him. The set you were wearing was a black balconette and a pair of matching cheeky panties that had a hole in the back to accommodate your tail. As he observed you, Namjoon rubbed himself through his jeans. He pulled on his belt, unbuckling it before it was too discarded on the ground. His jeans were soon to follow leaving him in his briefs. Your mind was going wild watching the gorgeous man rubbing himself through his underwear while staring directly at you.

Your hips thrusted forward trying to get some friction against your burning core again. Namjoon’s free hand gently pushed your hips back into the bed to keep you in place. You only squirmed again causing him to press harder into you as he continued rubbing himself and smirking at you. He slowly lowered himself between your legs again, removing his hand from his erection. His warm body settled against yours, rubbing agonizingly slow against you. Groans escaped you both from pleasure and from frustration. Namjoon’s hand reached behind you, fumbling briefly with your bra clasp before it released, becoming slack and causing your nipples to peek above the fabric. He used one hand to pull on it, careful that the strap on your casted arm did not get stuck. It joined the pile of clothes on the floor.

Namjoon stared into your eyes briefly before dipping his head down to suckle at your exposed nipples, turning you on even more. Soft squeals escaped you as you wiggled against him. He continued to tease your nipple with his tongue, his hand tweaking at the other.

“Namjoon,” you moaned at him, “please. I want you to fuck me.” Namjoon let out a cool breath against your burning skin as he shivered. He moved his head up to the top of yours before breathing into your ear.

“As you wish,” he whispered, causing goosebumps to run across your body. He sat back up, quickly removing his underwear while you followed his lead, ripping off your panties. His exposed cock was large but not too large with a reddish colored tip, standing up straight. A little pearl of precum rested at the top. You greedily licked at it, excited to taste him for the first time. A grunt escaped from him as he threw his head back. His mouth hung open a bit before he quickly snapped his head back down to you. He quickly pushed you back down to your back.

“You ready baby?” He asked, grabbing the base of his cock and lined it up with you. You nodded eagerly, responding with a quick yes. He slowly slid himself into you, stretching you open. A small cry of relief left you as you stretched open to accommodate him. A wicked idea popped into your head, causing you to smirk.

“Ok,” you told him, “start slowly please.” He listened, gently pumping himself into you inch by inch. You looked at his face which had pleasure written on it but his eyes were squeezed shut. Exactly what you were looking for, him being as desperate as you.

“What’s wrong?” You teased. He chuckled, his eyes opening again.

“I’m trying to go slow for you but I so badly want to push into you and fuck you,” he moaned. Your pussy clenched around him at his lewd words. Perfect. You moaned back causing him to thrust, pushing in more. You were no longer able to fight the burning lust inside of you to tease him.

“Then fuck me,” you whispered. Namjoon pushed into you fully, his jaw dropping in relief as he moaned.

“You feel so good,” he moaned. He pumped into you again taking a second to fully feel you. Then he began moving quicker, pumping in and out of you. Your arms and legs wrapped around the man on top of you, holding him close as he rammed into you. Both of your moans filled the room. Your nails scraped gently against Namjoon’s back as pleasure filled your body. Namjoon kept up his rhythm, bending down to attach his lips to your exposed neck. You squirmed in response, feeling dizzy at the arousal in you.

“Yes baby,” you purred at him, your hand moving to pet behind his ear. He moaned against your neck before biting down. Your tail shivered at the intimate act. Namjoon leaned back, his face twisted in pleasure. He slowed for a second before pulling out of you. He pulled on your legs, bringing each one over his shoulders before he drove himself back into you. Your toes curled at the new position. He was hitting inside of you just at the right angle.

“Feel good?” Namjoon teased. You meant to growl at him but all that came out were loud moans. He went quicker, pounding into you and brushing against your g-spot. His eyes squeezed shut once again. He let out a deep moan.

“Are you close, baby?” He asked.

“Yes!” you cried out feeling close to orgasm. Namjoon sped up, railing into you. A few seconds later you felt yourself orgasm again, your pussy clamping down on his cock. You both moaned before seconds later Namjoon pulled himself out of you. He gave himself a few tugs before white cum spurted out onto your stomach. His deep moans gave you a different feeling, almost a feeling of comfort and pride. You stared as his cum gathered on you. As the cum stopped spurting out, Namjoon looked at you with a smile. He carefully kissed you on the lips avoiding touching his cum on your stomach.

“I love you,” he whispered to you. You purred loving the phrase.

“I love you too.” You responded, stealing another kiss from him. He smiled. He sat up before getting off the bed.

“Wait here, I’m going to get a towel to um,” He shyly explained, “clean you up.” He was out of the door quickly leaving you covered in cum. You giggled at the mood switch between his confident persona while having sex and his cute polite side. Using two of your fingers on your good arm, you swiped at some of the white substance on your stomach. You held it up, observing it before popping it into your mouth. You groaned at the taste of him. Little did you know, Namjoon had returned with the towel just in time to see you put your fingers in your mouth.

“You are so dirty,” he laughed, approaching you. He used the small towel in his hand to wipe at your stomach, cleaning you off. His eyes had softened once again as he stared at his hand wiping you up. You smiled happy to have such a caring man looking after you.

“How are you feeling?” Namjoon asked.

“Much better,” you purred back. He smiled happily.

“Good!” he responded. You laughed at his excitement. He finished up cleaning you up before tossing the dirty towel in your hamper.

“Can we cuddle?” You asked shyly as he walked back to the bed. He smiled goofy. He laid down on the bed next to you.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he said. He patted his naked chest, signalling for you to lay your head there. You quickly obeyed, allowing him to slide his arm under your neck before resting your head on his large pecs. Breathing deeply, you took in his sweet scent slightly mixed with the strong scent of your lingering arousal. Your leg snuck around his as you pushed your body against his, resting your casted arm against his stomach.

The two of you laid in each other's embrace for a while, quietly exchanging pillow talk. Namjoon would occasionally pet your hair causing your eyelids to droop as you began to feel sleepy. You felt secure, safe, and well taken care of in your lovers warm arms.

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Author’s Note: Thank you everyone so much for encouraging me to write again! I hope you enjoyed! I certainly had fun writing again even if at times it was harder than it used to be (smut has always been a little difficult for me but I like the challenge). Hopefully, I will continue to come up with new ideas to write!

I have been anxious working on this and picking at it because I am so out of practice so please be nice :)

#bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts smut #bts hybrid

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beelspillowpet · 3 years

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A Family - Beelzebub x Fem!MC

FINALLY! An NSFW piece with Beelzebub. 🧡 This one is just a tad bit self indulgent I must admit.

Thank you for the meal, @cosmic-whorror

Content warnings: Breed Kink | Overstim | Multiple Orgasms | A bit of pregnancy talk

You love him. Unconditionally. You have since you’ve met him. Sure his hunger pangs and his nightly runs with you could drive you insane, but no one was perfect. He tolerated you and all your issues, and he took them in stride. That was what love was. And you both loved each other, deeply.

You weren’t sure where the desire came from. You’ve never seen him so emotionally invested in something before. Not since you, not since his meal earlier. But you two were in the common room, watching a movie together. It was a romance movie, something Beelzebub was interested in watching with you.

The movie wasn’t too long, but the entire time you couldn’t help the way he kept his arms around you. Usually it didn’t bother you, but his hand occasionally brushed up against your tummy whenever anything relating to a family came on screen. Another time, while resting at a bench from jogging, a family passed you both by. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it. You were sure he was trying to tell you something by now.

You stole glances at Beelzebub every now and then at the dinner table as the bothers kept their conversations up. He wolfed down his meal like usual, before picking at his brothers if they were going to finish theirs. He didn’t dare ask you, however. Something he usually didn’t do.

While cleaning up afterwards, Beelzebub stuck around to help. It was like he said before, he didn’t mind if anyone cooked extra. It never went to waste, and he didn’t mind cleaning up the mess for anyone. You didn’t say a word to him the entire time, but he kept stealing glances at you. You knew what that meant; he wanted your attention once you two weren’t busy with chores.

You two were now cuddled up, again, on the side of your bed, watching a drama that was on tv. He was holding your hand like he always did, but every now and then he squeezed it.

“Bee?” you hum, rubbing his leg. “Do you need something? You’ve been acting awfully strange lately.”

“Ah, I’ve just been thinking to myself a lot is all. Don’t worry.” he brushes it off just as quickly, not taking his eyes off the screen. He’s nervous, and you can tell by the lack of eye contact he gives you.

You’re determined to squeeze the answer out of him, however. “Bee, I know what the problem might be.” Beelzebub’s lips tighten, and he peeks at you out of the corner of his eyes. “For a little while now, you’ve been thinking about her, haven’t you? She who shall not be mentioned.”

Ashamed, Beelzebub doesn’t answer. His eyelids drop nearly shut, and he faces away from you. “‘M sorry…” he apologizes. You know him so well. “I had a dream about her. Lately she’s been on my mind a lot. I just feel awful because we talked about this before. I don’t see you as her, but…”

“It’s okay to miss her. If you think about it, even though we shouldn’t… she’s still here with you. Right here,” you put a hand over his heart. “And here.” You take his much bigger hand, and place it over yours. “It’s just… things are different this time. Much different. Arguably, better, so that this is okay.” You lean forward and peck him on the lips, and when you pull away, his lips chase after yours into a much deeper kiss.

When you’re finally permitted a bit of space, you laugh. “See? It’s not so bad for either of us now. So no more gloomy Bee. M’kay?” Putting a hand on his cheek, swipe a thumb across his face. He puts his large hand over yours and sighs.

“I’ll just say it. It’s killing me to keep it from you.” You almost smirk. Here it comes. “I want one. A baby- a family. I want to have one with you.” You try your hardest to act surprised, but you’re essentially a struggling college student. You aren’t an actor, and Beelzebub knows this. “You knew?” he frowns.

“I’ve had a gut feeling, you could say. You’ve been acting weird when it comes to family lately. I just wanted you to be able to say it before we move forward. And… now you have…” you trailed off, looking away.

“So?”

“I’m still not too sure if I’m ready for it. But… If it makes you happy, I’m willing to give it a shot with you. We can start trying. Because that’s what love is; we give to each other. So this is my gift to you. The possibility of a baby.” Beelzebub looked overjoyed. He pulled you into his lap and squeezed you tightly. He was speechless, burying his face into your neck and peppering it with kisses. “Whoa now, big guy! You want to start now?”

He pulled away and nodded. “Yes, please.” Ever forward, he was.

You huffed, but not because you were annoyed. He was so eager, so honest about what he’s always wanted. The one time he wasn’t was when it was about this. Having a baby with you. “You’re so excited about this, look at you!” you laugh. You pull him into another kiss, and his hand goes up to your waist, drawing little circles into your clothed skin with his fingers.

Hungry for your touch, hungry for your kiss. He rolls his hips up into yours and you choke a bit, pulling away from his lips. “Beel- already?”

“I said I wanted to try now,” he pouts. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine.”

Your answer is to reach down and undo his pants. His response in turn is to remove his own jacket, tossing it to the side. The obnoxious amount of belts he wore was always a task to remove, but you soon discovered they were long gone. “Were you-?”

“I wanted to tell you tonight,” he said quickly, capturing your lips again in another heated kiss. “I figured,” another kiss, “if I just told you,” kiss, “then you’d understand.”

Overwhelmed, you decided it didn’t matter either way. You were struggling to get him to slide his pants down, but he stopped you short and lifted you off him. “Lay down, Pretty.” he instructed softly. He stood up off the bed, and let his pants fall to his ankles, where he kicked them off to the side before promptly ridding himself of his shirt. When you sat up on your elbows, he lowered himself down between your legs.

Pulling your skirt down with little foreplay was just like Beelzebub, just like how he opened your legs and gave a wet kiss to your clothed pussy. “Want you,” he whined, planting a kiss to your thigh. “Please, Pretty?” He thumbed at your clit through your underwear, waiting for permission to move them.

“Do you even need to ask at this point?”

Something flashes in his eye, and you flinch at the sudden brightness. In a moment, your underwear is practically torn off, and more kisses are being planted on your inner thighs, teasing you. “Starving,” he growls. His lips latch on to a section of your thigh and he begins to suck it earnestly. You clench your teeth, fighting back the moan but then the sharpness of his teeth scrape your flesh and you cover your mouth.

He’s always been careful about his teeth, even when he was mostly lost in his pleasure. You wouldn’t deny him biting you, so long as they didn’t break the skin. Him enjoying you, and you enjoying him, were the two things you both found important at times like these. You were sure he wasn’t going to hurt you.

When he pulls away, he plants a little kiss to the already bruising skin. “Love you,” he pants, running his tongue across the bruise. “Love you,” he cries. He loves you.

“B-Beel, enough already. Just do it…”

He breathes out, his breath tickling your pussy. He looks impatient himself, but he’s holding back. “If you really don’t want me to…” he slows. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this. It’s a big responsibility and you sometimes act on impulse…”

“I know, Bee. I know. If I told you I wanted to try, would you feel better?” He almost shakes his head. Instead, he just rests it in your lap, a frown on his face. “I want you to breed me, Beel. I want you to fuck me raw, and I want you to fill me up with your cum.” Your hand finds his cheek again and you rub it, massaging his skin in your touch. “I want you to fuck me so deeply, so thoroughly, that you knock me up. When your seed takes inside of me, I want you to be proud. To parade me around and show the others how fertile I am. How potent you are.”

He’s hypnotized by you now, hanging off your every word. He didn’t know he needed to hear those words so badly before. Moments after you’ve stopped, his face is between your legs, sticking his long tongue deep inside of you. At first it’s a bit frantic, but he settles into a pace, locking your legs around his arms so you don’t move. You’re squirming before long, and he growls in between your legs. You’re meant to lay still and open for him.

One of his arms sneak away from your legs and he reaches down to free his cock from his underwear finally. He moans into your cunt the second his hand wraps around it, and is pumping his fist furiously, rolling his hips as he groans into you. Unburying his face, he gives one long, hot lick up your slit, then spits into it. The pressure makes you jump a bit, before he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks it.

“Cum,” he snarls, dropping his jaw in anticipation for you. His tongue snakes out and back into your cunt, eagerly awaiting. Devouring you whole, you think.

Your hand grabs him by the top of his head and he leans as far as he can. Your orgasm crashes down on you, and he’s moaning his delights into your pussy as he laps up your juices. He’s almost surprised, he didn’t really expect that to work.

When he pulls away, he’s getting up again. You’ve collapsed against your comforter, face flushed. One of Beelzebub’s hands rests right next to your head, doubt slowly creeping back on his face. “Pretty, I-”

“Fuck me, Beel.” you command. “No more hesitating, no more games. Put everything you’ve got right in here.” You pant, opening your thighs again for him. He leaned forward and brought your knees with him, effectively folding you in half on your bed. You struggled to sit up right on your elbows again to watch him, your previous orgasm still making your thighs quiver. He slowly pushed in, his hand sliding up your belly to push you back against the mattress gently. He didn’t want you to strain yourself.

Once he had bottomed out in you, he dipped his head low and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “I’m going to put a baby in you.” he said. “Are you ready for that?”

You bite your lip. “What did I say about hesita-?”

Before you can finish your sentence, he’s drawn almost all the way out and slammed back into you. You would have bitten your tongue if you weren’t careful. His pace is unforgiving, and in your state you can barely manage to choke out your words behind each thrust. “Q-quietly…” you sob, trying to get him to have some sort of mercy on your smaller body.

“Want to fuck you,” he growls, baring his teeth at you. Like an animal. He means no threat behind his words, because immediately afterwards he presses a kiss to your lips, wanting to explore your mouth. You clamp down on him and he groans, caging you between his arms.

The force of his hips crashing into yours is making your body shudder, and with each thrust you’re trying to take even a little bit more of him if possible. The bed creaks in protest and your brain immediately flies back to the thought that someone else might hear you two.

“B-Beel…” you moan his name. His hips stutter to a stop and he looks you in the eyes. All he can see is your lust filled gaze, and his mind is screaming at him to fill you up. You’re practically begging him, in his mind. He resumes his cruel pace, this time capturing your lips with his. If you so desperately want to keep silent while he fucks a baby into you, he’ll try his best to make the best night of his life quiet.

Well, he tried. That was quickly over, as another orgasm ripped through you. He swallowed your scream in his kiss, devouring the taste of your mouth as he kept thrusting into you. Yes, this was going to be a long and pleasurable night with your favorite demon.

When you just couldn’t stop squeezing down on his cock, he managed to have enough restraint to pull out of you for a moment. Left empty of him, you looked up as tears formed in your eyes. The soft look in his eyes from a bit earlier was replaced with a hungry lion, and he easily flipped you over on to your stomach. He pulled you up by your hips and you relaxed as much as you could. At least until he pushed back into you, going back to his callous pace.

In this new position, you could feel him reaching deeper than before, and couldn’t stop yourself from crying out. “B-Beel! Please, not like this! They’ll hear us! They’ll hear us!!”

“Then bite the pillow,” he growls in response. He watches you in your feeble attempt to reach for the pillow on the opposite side of your bed before balling up your fist and arching your back. Another orgasm was building up in you and you were about to scream from the pleasure. In a last ditch effort, you bit into your sheets, and howled, his pace somehow getting even worse. All you could hear was his labored breath coupled with your own, and the sound of your slick escaping you and covering his cock.

“Fuck, Bee…” you sobbed. He still wasn’t done with his first round and you’ve already cum twice. You almost regretted telling him you were willing to try if he weren’t giving you so much pleasure.

Clutching onto the bed sheets as he buried himself into you was the only way to anchor yourself to reality. Your insides stretched and expanded repeatedly as your body yielded itself to Beelzebub over and over again. Your last coherent thought was echoing somewhere in the back of your head: He had been holding back all those times before. This is why he wanted to make sure you could handle him.

You couldn’t think of anything coherent at the moment anymore. Nothing.

You didn’t know who you were or your name.

Beelzebub. You heard yourself shouting that word over the sounds of the bed springs straining. Beelzebub. Beelzebub. Beelzebub!

All you could think of were short, incomplete thoughts.

Hot. Hard. Good. So good. Beel. Keep going. Yes, yes… ah! Oh, Bee… love… I love you.

In and out. In and out.

THRUST! THRUST! THRUST!

Voracious moans and grunts mingled with the sounds of slapping wet flesh, filling the room with a symphony of sex and a smell of passion. Squelches and the bed creaking harshly echoed across the bedroom. You could faintly hear the bedpost knocking against the wall from the force.

His hands run up and down your spine. “Gonna cum…” And your brain screams finally! His thrusts are uneven, and through your haze of multiple orgasms, your first thought was how it’d been a while since you two had been intimate. What constituted as a while was simply a week, but that was enough for you two.

Hot, thick semen spilled from his cock and directly into you. The sensation of being filled to the brim with thick cock and hot cum triggered your final orgasm. Your knees and toes curled as you saw only white. Fire and ice burned under your skin and every sensation that kissed your nude body felt sublime.

So much pleasure filled you, destroying any thought, but Beelzebub hunched down and kissed at your neck until you managed to turn your head. His lips caught yours again and your entire body shuddered violently in the afterglow. He gave a few shallow thrusts to be sure, and you panicked thinking he was going to start up again. Your body couldn’t take much more tonight, and you were sure a cooldown period would be needed.

When he slides out you feel relieved, yet somehow empty again. He kneels down and peppers your thigh with more kisses. You only have the energy to move into a slightly more comfortable position on the bed as he gently pushes whatever cum that leaks out, back into you.

“I’m going to show you to all of them,” he whispers between your legs. “We’ll keep doing this. Every night until we get it right. You’re going to have my baby, Pretty.”

There’s the nickname again. You barely slur out a response, exhaustion hitting you like a truck. Beelzebub reaches for your discarded panties before gently getting you back into them. He shifts you onto the bed to lay on your back before kissing your forehead. “Would you like some water?” he offers. “Or maybe something to eat?”

You force a smile, your fatigue taking you someplace far away from Beelzebub. He almost laughs at your response, rubbing your belly. He gets into his own clothes, hot and sweaty still before turning on your fan. “I’ll make us something to eat and let your rest. Okay, Pretty?”

He doesn’t wait for you to respond. He’s probably hungry himself. You don’t bother calling him out for it, because immediately after he’s spoken, he’s out the door and towards the kitchen. You roll over on your side. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this. It’s a big responsibility and you sometimes act on impulse…

Those were the words he told you earlier. He was right; you do act on impulse. You weren’t sure if you were ready for a baby. You weren’t sure if you ever even wanted any, as it’s never crossed your mind before. It was probably due to some experiences you’ve dealt with in your own home growing up, but this was different. This would be much different. A child with one of the seven most powerful demons in hell. Life would be as good as it could possibly get. Only if.

#om!#obey me #om! beel #om! beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me smut #obey me mc #female mc

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theshylittleelfgirl · 3 years

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Whew! this idea has been in my noggin for a while now and i finally had the brain power to actually write it! Horaaay for BIG BRAIN! If you liked this story please be sure to leave a comment to let me know if i should continue it or if you liked it, There's going to be some spelling errors i pray that you forgive that! It is awfully late here and my brain is fried right now lol

I added a little bit more to the story not much, It was really bothering me so i fixed it! Part 2 will be coming soon :D

Enjoy!❤

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I was sitting in Levi's office reading a book on his couch, I have finished my daily routine, I decided to spend my free time with levi.

But that short fucker was To busy doing paperwork.

We haven't had sex in like a year....A Year!

I was always trying to get him in the mood, running my fingers up his sides in the morning trying to make my intentions clearer, but apparently he got all huffy and said 'Quit pestering me brat, I'm trying to sleep here.' and then he would roll back on his side facing away from me.

'What a rude shithead' i huffed.

Then an idea popped in my head, it was getting pretty late maybe just maybe we can have sex and fall asleep cuddling, It would usually help the both of us relax after a long day.

"Hey levi?" i said in an innocent voice.

"What?" he said irritated he looked up at me briefly then back down at his paperwork.

I strutted over to him standing behind his chair massaging his shoulders unbuttoning the top of his shirt ghosting my fingers over his collarbone. "I'm going to get ready for bed, why don't you join me?" i whispered seductively into his ear. "Maybe i can show you how flexible i've become." i nipped his earlobe.

"No, I can't leave this paperwork you go ahead and lay down." his face remained stoic not phased in the slightest.

I growled and stood in front of his desk slamming my hands down but not getting his attention what so ever "All you ever do is paperwork levi! i get its part of your job but fuck! we haven't had sex in a year, A Fucking Year Levi! i've tried everything to get your attention but you continuously refuse my advances, What do i have to do? Write "Fuck Me" on my forehead to get your attention?" i panted after my rant my face red with anger.

He finally looked at me for the first time this night his icy glare pierced through me like a dagger. "If all you want to do is spread your legs then your not fit to be in the scouts, You want to be fucked so bad? then go find someone else to do the job, I got priorities to attend to and you aren't one of them, Now shut the fuck up and leave me the hell alone!" he snarls when he was met with silence only then did he realize he fucked up, "Y/n, I-i.." he couldn't muster up the courage to apologize for his shitty words.

Hair fell in front of my eyes "If that's what you really think of me then i think our relationship is officially over Captain, I won't bother you ever again." i went into 'our' room grabbing a bag i began stuffing my belongings toiletries,clothes,drawings into said bag. He heard the dresser jores being opened and closed 'Shit! she's going to leave! do something moron!' he jumped out of his chair rushing into the room and saw me packing my things. "Y/n, baby, Wait please i didn't mean what i said i swear, I'm just stressed that's all." he tried placing a hand on my shoulder i shrugged it off. "Don't." i said darkly "Don't fucking touch me." once my things were packed i swung my bag on my shoulder walking right past him not sparing him a glance.

I reached the door i felt him grab my arm i halted my movements. "Please don't do this." he begged.

I ripped my arm out of his grip "I hope your paperwork can keep you warm at night, Captain, because i won't be anymore, Asshole." i opened the door slowly shutting it not wanting to wake up the other soldiers.

I walked the dark halls trying to find hanji's room 'I should of brought a lantern with me.' once i knew i was far enough away from levi's room i slid down a wall it was only then that his words started to sink in 'Asshole...what a fuckin asshole! Mikasa warned me about him why didn't i listen to her? god i'm so stupid.' i laid my bag beside me hugging my knee's to my chest i sighed 'I tried so hard to see his side on things, To understand his pain what he went through, Understanding how he was about as romantic as a cactus, His cleaning obsession's, I tried so hard for him.' I buried my face in my knee's silent tears fell down my face.

I began to sob 'Why would he say something so fucking cruel?!' hugging my knee's tighter i began to shake.

"Y/n?" he deep masculine voice echoed in the halls.

I looked up to see a bright orange light illuminate a tall manly figure then i looked up to their face.

"Erwin?" my voice cracked

"Y/n, What happened? your eyes are almost swollen shut." he kneeled in front of me.

"Levi he....he." tears began to pour from my eyes. "He hates me, He thinks i'm some kind of whore who will spread her legs openly for any man, He told me i wasn't fit for the scouts, that i'm basically a burden on him." i sobbed into my hands shaking even harder.

Erwin sighs "Levi has always had a sharp tongue sometimes he doesn't think things through clearly." he looked to your side and noticed a bag. "You have no where to sleep, Why don't you come into my office and you can take my bed i'll take the couch, How does that sound?" he gently placed a hand on your shoulder.

I looked up at him tears still falling from my eyes. "I'm not going to kick you out of your own room Erwin, i wouldn't feel right doing that to you." you looked away embarrassed that the commander saw you in this state, but he's seen me like this countless times he and i were friends after all we would share our burdens over a glass of whiskey once in a while.

He took my small hands into his calloused ones and squeezed them reassuringly "I have no problem with sleeping on the couch, I hardly ever use the bed anyways, So you wouldn't be taking anything away from me." he smiled gently.

I looked into his calm ocean eyes i hesitated for a minute but nodded "Okay, i will if it's truly no problem." sighing knowing there was no arguing with him.

"Its settled then, Lets get you to bed, You must be exhausted." He let go of my hands and stood up he lent his hand to me, I took it and he helped me stand noticing my tear stained cheeks he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a handkerchief he offered it to me.

I took it from him and gently began dabbing the soft fabric on my eyes and cheeks, I offered it back to him and he held up his hand "Keep it, You need it more then i do, Besides i have a million of those things in my dresser." he chuckled picking up the lantern.

A small smile formed on my lips i nodded stuffing the handkerchief into my pocket.

"Shall we then? you'll catch your death in this cold hallway." he inclined his head in the direction of his room/office.

I reached down and grabbed my bag off of the floor slinging it over my shoulder once more.

"Lets go." i simply said erwin began walking down the dark hallways if it wasn't for his lantern lighting the way i would of been lost forever in these damnable stone hallways.

"If you don't mind me asking, Why was he being so harsh this time? not that i'm excusing those awful untrue things he said." eyes glued to the steps in front of him.

I looked away from his back my voice deeply saddens. "I just wanted him to come to bed and relax with me, I'm sorry if this is to much info but we always made love and then we would cuddle afterwards whenever he was stressed and he was extremely stressed tonight, so i offered to help him relax and that's when he..." i choked down my sob breathing rapidly.

"E-erwin do you think he's...?" i couldn't finish the words 'Would he stoop so low that he would cheat on me? Am i not enough for him anymore? does he take me for a woman who would sleep around with other men? Why would he say those horrible things to me? What have i done wrong other then try to love him flaws and all?' a million thoughts ran through my mind, i felt a weight on my head i looked up to see erwin looking at me sadly he ruffled my hair.

"No, Levi is definitely not the type to run around, He really loves you y/n, I bet he feels absolutely awful for what he said and i imagine he's beating himself up over it, Levi is a tough person to get along with but you have dedicated your heart and soul to him, He wouldn't throw that away just for some random woman, Not only are you the bravest most loyal soldier your the most kindest caring person as well, That's a rare thing in these times, He's lucky to have someone like you y/n." he took his hand away so he could look into my eyes.

I began to tear up again. "His words cut me deep erwin, I don't know when or if i'll ever forgive him, his hurtful words are still fresh in my mind, But i do appreciate what you said to me, That's probably the nicest thing i have heard in a while." i smiled through the tears.

He nods. "Its going to take some time for you to heal and that's completely understandable, You are more then welcome to stay in my room for as long as you want to, But if you ever feel uncomfortable, Hanji isn't that far from where i am, She would more then welcome you to stay, Just be prepared to be interrogated she doesn't give up easily." he sighs

"I'm fully aware." I giggled a little taking the handkerchief dabbing my eyes again.

He smiled and began walking again i followed him looking back into the dark hallway wondering what he's doing right now, i sighed directing my head towards the back of the commander.

Unbeknownst to you, Levi lingered behind one of the archways (is that what they call it? its 3am give me a break lol) listening in on yours and erwins chat.

He clenched his hands into a tight fist knuckles whitening. "I fucked up, Now eyebrows is going to take her away from me, I'm such a fool." he ran his fingers through his hair.

"I have to fix this, No, I Need to fix this, But how? i'm clearly shit at my words." he sighed

"Maybe hanji can help?" he started to feel hopeful, he was either desperate or crazy to even consider help from the mad scientist, Definitely crazy.

With his mind made up, He pushed off the archway(?) looking at that orange light fade away into the darkness once more he turned away and began walking back to his room.

"Please don't give up on me y/n." he pleaded.

To Be Continued.

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miraculous786 · 4 years

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The Protector’s Past

Masterlist

"Your parents aren't home."

Marinette sighed in relief, leaning into Felix's chest. She chanced a quick glance to Damian on her computer chair nearby, only to see him refusing to make eye contact.

His fists were clenched. His jaw was tense. His teeth grit against each other in clear restraint.

From the side, Chat Noir commanded, "Plagg, Claws In," causing another blond in a striped shirt and grey jacket to be revealed in a flash of green light.

Adrien made his way over to the spotted chaise where his friends were situated, and proceeded to sit on it in silence - at least, until it lasted for far too long.

"...Are we going to address the elephant in the room, or...?"

Felix exhaled deeply at the question, and turned his head to Damain with narrowed eyes. "Would you like to tell us why you were in possession of a tranquilliser gun?"

The one he was holding close snapped her attention to the guilty teen. She began to ramble in a tone of disbelief, "'Tranquilliser gun'? W-What did you want to do with that? Kidnap us? Is that why you've been coming to the bakery so much?"

"No!"

Marinette flinched at his sudden exclamation, prompting toned arms to hug her even tighter.

"Sorry, Angel," he mumbled. "It's just, I...I assume that you've heard of the vigilantes that reside in the place I come from?"

"Yes. Gotham," Felix responded for her curtly.

"I'm, I'm one of them."

The dead quiet for a few seconds was broken by Adrien, who gasped, "Wait, you're Robin, aren't you? Oh my god, that's awesome! There's rumours that you're the scariest of them all - not counting Batman and Black Bat, of course."

Damian gained a scowl on his features. "How did you know that?"

The model didn't back down from the look sent his way, as he instead chose to reply brightly, "Well...your costume sort of gave it away. What, with the utility belt, cape, katana, dark colours..."

"'Dark colours'?" the female there snorted. "Please! All of the Robins look like traffic lights if you ask me."

"You're not wrong, Angel," Felix agreed, slightly smirking.

"I do not look like a traffic light!" the person of their teasing shouted. At the raised eyebrows he got, he coughed into his hand before carrying on calmly, "The colours are simply worn by all Robins as tradition."

"...That just made me realise how many there have been. Oh! Is it true that the first one moved to Blüdhaven and changed his name to-"

"Kitty."

"Oh, right. Uhhh, sorry."

Marinette shook her head in amusement, then spoke, "That still doesn't explain why you had a gun in the first place."

A few seconds passed with no noise, until Damian started hesitantly, "The vigilantes in Gotham, my family, we...we take small jobs in which the hirer wants a person dead. The one we kill has to be a villain - we don't kill innocents."

He tilted his head up to be met with the sight of three teens with wide eyes, and fought off the urge to sigh.

"Someone hired me to assassinate a civilian working with Hawk Moth. It just so happened that I had to go after you, Angel."

The designer reeled back. "M-Me? But, I-I fight Hawk Moth! I would never even dream of helping him!"

"I know," he was quick to assure, "And when I found out that you were the local heroine 'Ladybug', I figured that I had to confront my employer about the situation."

With a soft voice, she quizzed, "You didn't tell them my identity, did you?"

"No."

Marinette let out a sigh, burying her head into Felix's chest. The arms wrapped around her form pulled her in even closer.

Adrien gazed at all of his friends, before asking the question that everyone wanted the answer to. "Who hired you in the first place?"

Damian sent a worried look to the couple across from him, then admitted, "...Lila Rossi."

"What?" Felix growled in a low tone, making everyone in the bedroom glance to him in surprise. "How was that witch able to pull that off?"

"My guess is that she used the money from her mother's job. There was no one to stop her from hiring me as an assassin since her parents are never present."

"Angel, are you okay? You're shaking."

"I-I just, she tried to murder me? I knew she hated my guts, but enough to want me dead?" Marinette asked with watery eyes, glancing around at all of the males around.

Damian visibly softened, and made a prolonged period of eye contact with the one who was hugging her tight. Then, after sharing a nod with Felix, he made his way over to the chaise.

Two pairs of arms embraced her from both sides, provoking her to relax and let her tears flow silently. Adrien watched from the side, whilst clenching his fists in regret.

I knew I should have called Lila out all those months ago.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, there was a faint thump from above - where the balcony of the house was. The model's emerald eyes wandered over to the hatch which lead to the place, where he spotted what appeared to be a circular black device on the trapdoor's see-through surface.

"Guys," he called, "I think we have a problem."

Damian whipped his head to Adrien, then to the direction where said blond was pointing. His eyes narrowed, and he slowly let go of his two companions before stalking over to the bed right below the exit.

He snarled, "If the both of you don't come in here right now, I will inform Alfred that you decided to sneak off to Paris when you're supposed to be in Gotham right now."

Marinette tilted her head in a questioning manner, whilst there was a moment of silence in the room. Then, ever so slowly, the hatch door opened, revealing two men in dark costumes with guilty expressions.

"Hey Baby Bird!" one greeted in a nervous chuckle. "Long time no see, how's everything been going?"

"Fine until you two decided to show up."

"Shut it, Demon Spawn, we didn't come here to ruin the cute little cuddle session. We came 'cause we were worried. What the hell were you doing at the top of the Eiffel Tower threatening some kids? You know B'll have a field day when he finds out, by the way."

"I was akumatized," the youngest Wayne deadpanned, as he allowed his brothers to enter down the ladder. "I didn't have control over what I did."

"'Akuma'-what?" Red Hood asked.

"Akumatized."

Nightwing gained a thoughtful look, then clicked his fingers. "Oh, wait! That was what the press were saying about you!"

"Press?" Marinette spoke, making the men turn their heads to her. She blushed, and held a hand out while introducing, "I'm Marinette, and these are Adrien and Felix."

She pointed to them accordingly.

"Red Hood, Pixie," Jason said, shaking her hand. "This Dickwad over here is Nightwing."

"Hi!"

"We flew over to Paris to check on Demon Spawn here after we saw him in that way better looking Robin suit at the top of the Eiffel Tower-"

"Hey!"

"-and when he was un-akumatized, or whatever, he changed back into his civilian form, which was recorded by the news crews in some helicopters. Now the press is having a field-day reporting on Damian Wayne over here turning evil."

The bluenette stayed silent for a couple of seconds. "Why would the press be so interested in Dami?"

Red Hood tilted his head to the boy, making him blush despite the fact that the vigilante had a helmet on. "He's the son of a millionaire in Gotham. We are too, but we're adopted. He's biologically related instead."

"...That's cool," Marinette shrugged. "Should we do something about the press?"

"Nah, the Replacement has it covered. He's doing damage control now. Oh, that reminds me, what happened to that Layla girl is great for you, Pixie."

"Do you mean Lila?" she elaborated with a furrowed brow. "Why? What happened?"

Adrien smirked from where he was, and called out, "Buginette? You might wanna see this."

She took a seat next to him on the chaise, then started to study what was shown on the phone he held out.

The screen projected Nadja Chamack with a microphone in hand, as she rattled on about recent news. However, what caught Marinette's attention wasn't the video playing in the background of the report, but instead what the headline was.

"Wait, Lila's been arrested?"

"Yep!" Adrien exclaimed. "C'mon, I wanna watch what happened. Is it okay if we do downstairs?"

"Y-Yeah, sure," she agreed in an apparent daze. "Guys, do you want to come too?"

"Hell yeah, I so wanna. Plus, it'll be fun to see what Timbers came up with to keep the press at bay," Jason enthused.

"Who's...?"

Dick replied for him, "Tim is Red Robin, another adopted brother of ours. He deals with the company that our Dad owns a lot of the time."

"Oh, right. Well, umm...Felix? Can you come with me to set up the TV?"

Said teen nodded, strolling over and wrapping an arm around her waist.

"I call dibs on getting the snacks!" Adrien gushed with a hand held in the air. "I've waited too long for this to happen, so I'm going to enjoy it!"

Marinette smiled, letting out a soft giggle. "Okay, just make sure not to eat all of the croissants."

"Mari, that was one time!"

"It still happened, Kitty."

~*~*~

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filthy-rat · 4 years

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Alright well now you gotta free him because pent up and angry Dew is best Dew.

HELLA NSFW BELOW THE CUT

“Please…” whines Dewdrop, his voice hoarse and desperate. The bindings on his wrists creak as he tries fruitlessly to touch you.

With a sympathetic sigh, you slide into his lap, one hand skating down to his leaking cock. Still rock hard and ready. As you squeeze his flushed cockhead, smearing that bead of precum along the tip, he bucks as hard as he can with your weight atop him, whining and whimpering with need. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this frantic, and the knowledge that you’re the cause of this desire has heat pulling hard at your stomach.

“My safeword… is rats,” you whisper in his ear, and your fingers move to the bindings on his wrists. “And as a special treat, for being so good… you get to knot me tonight.” You swallow his tortured moan in a kiss, allowing his long, forked tongue to plunder your mouth. With a flick of your wrist, you finally release him from his bindings.

The change in him is instantaneous.

With a snarl ripping from his throat, he launches himself at you, knocking over the chair in his haste. You land beneath him on the mattress with a shocked gasp, but there’s barely a moment to register this new positioning before he’s rolling you onto your stomach. One clawed hand gathers up your hair and tugs it backward, lifting your head. His stiff cock ruts against the bare curve of your ass, sending a jolt of lust straight to your cunt, and you moan with reckless abandon. He laps a long, wet line from your shoulder to your pulse point, and his teeth bear down on the sensitive skin there, overlapping Aether’s earlier mark. Your head swimming with pleasure and anticipation, it takes you a moment to realize he’s speaking.

“--dare you let him mark you, you’re fucking mine. Mine, you hear me? My slut, my fucktoy.” He snarls, snapping his hips forward and grinding his cock between your cheeks until you whine. “Gonna use your fucking holes till you beg for this cock, you understand me? Not gonna be able to fucking walk for weeks after I’m through with you...”

He gives your hair another yank, burying his nose against your shoulder. He grinds himself against you again and again, panting and growling in your ear like he’s actually fucking you, but not yet. Not yet. Just enough to fan the flames. You whine, and squeeze your thighs together, desperate for stimulation. He growls out a warning, and slaps your bare ass until the skin there is tingling and flushed.

Obediently, you fall still and quiet.

“That’s my good little slut.”

Releasing his grip on your hair, he moves down the length of your body, and lifts your hips until you’re on your knees.

“Satan below, your ass is fucking perfect,” he purrs, and his mouth connects with the meat of one cheek, teeth sinking into your flesh. He sucks hard and you know there will be a bruise there in the morning. Suddenly, a few clawed fingers are tracing your slick folds -- just a quick swipe against your seam, but you moan regardless, whining when he doesn’t continue.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He yanks your head up again. “Open.”

Breathing hard, he watches with dark, predatory eyes as you lick your own fluids from his slick fingers. Your teeth scrape gently against the pad of one digit, and he sucks in an involuntary breath. You know you’re misbehaving, teasing him like that, but it’s worth it to see the muscle in his jaw jump.

“You want something bigger than fingers to suck on, baby?”

He shifts to kneel before you. His cock is tantalizingly close to your face now, and you lick your lips in anticipation. With frankly arousing ease, he rolls you onto your back, and angles his hips downward to slide his cock into your mouth. A shuddering, growling moan escapes him as he thrusts shallowly into you and you gag a little on his girth. Meanwhile, he palms your naked tits, pinching and rolling your nipples until you writhe and whimper.

“Look at you taking my cock so good,” he growls, snapping his hips forward, forcing you to take all of his length in one go. You gag, your eyes watering a little, but you want so badly to please him that you merely give his thighs a squeeze.

He reaches out and drags two long, clawed fingers through your slit, spreading your slick over your swollen clit. Your desperate whines go largely ignored, and when you thrash your hips in a futile attempt for more pressure, he presses a hand to your hips to still you. He continues on, stroking your cunt and pinching your tits and thrusting into your mouth until you’re a sweaty, desperate mess with an ache in your jaw.

You know better than anyone -- Dewdrop has the stamina to keep this up for hours.

Eventually, he eases his cock from your mouth, moving around your sweat-slick body until his head is hovering over your hips. He inhales deeply through his nose, shivering, and looks up at you, pupils blown with desire.

“You fucking reek, baby. I betcha the others can smell you from here… wouldn’t be surprised if they’re outside the door listening to you sing for me.”

He twists his head a little and sinks his teeth into the meat of your thigh, marking you for a third time. With his fingers, he spreads your lips, and leans in to flick his forked tongue against your clit. You writhe and clamp your thighs around his head, and he immediately stops. The loss of stimulation wrenches a desperate, tortured sob from your chest.

“You want me to fuck you with this tongue? Better start begging.”

“Please! Please, I--”

“Please, what?”

“Please, sir! Please lick my pussy, I need --”

He doesn’t even wait for you to finish. With a feral snarl, he surges forward and laps his tongue along your slick seam. Your hands fly to his hair, fingernails scraping against his scalp, as he winds you tighter and tighter and tighter. And just when you’re about to crest that precipice and find some modicum of relief, he

stops.

You whine sharply in distress as he pulls away, suddenly sobbing over the loss of your ruined orgasm. Dewdrop presses a hand on your hips, stilling you.

“Such a fucking brat,” he growls, grasping your hips with bruising firmness until you stop thrashing. “Just reminding you that I say when you come, got it?”

You nod vigorously, whispering pleas and begging him to continue.

Purring, he lowers his head to your thigh, leaving more searing love bites along the meat of it, inching closer and closer to your drenched cunt. You’ve become practically incoherent, whispering yeses and encouragements the nearer he gets. At long last, he laps that talented tongue across your clit, and in one swift, calculating motion, inserts one finger and then it’s twin into your waiting hole.

You bow off the bed with a cry, clenching around his fingers and clamping your thighs around his head as the tightly-wound band of arousal within your belly snaps. Dewdrop continues on, his head almost glued to your cunt as he licks you through your climax, fingers easing in and out until you’re twitching and gasping from overstimulation. And still

continues.

Just as you begged him to resume, now you’re begging him to stop. You writhe and thrash and fucking wail as he brings you to that precipice twice more, before finally, blessedly withdrawing.

You lay on the sweat-drenched sheets, just trying to remember how to breathe, arm draped over your eyes. Distantly, you’re aware of him crawling up the length of your body, nestling his hips between your thighs. He buries his face against the crook of your neck, breathing deep your scent. His cock, hard and hot, rubs against your thighs, a reminder that there is more to be had.

“Such a good pet for me. Ready to take my knot now, like the good little slut you are?” He nips at your shoulder, soothing the bites with warm, wet kisses, and draws your arms around his neck.

You nod, even though feel tired and sloppy and you’re pretty sure you just saw heaven itself. Dew isn’t satisfied yet. He hitches one of your legs around his hips, and with a shuddering, animalistic growl, buries himself into you to the hilt in one quick thrust. He sets a brutal pace from the get-go. The stretch of his girth within you is borderline painful already, and you know that it’s only going to get bigger. After the hours of play, he’s struggling to keep his climax at bay, while desperately trying to eke one last orgasm from you.

“Come,” he commands, his fingers clumsily stroking your clit between thrusts. “Come for me, slut. Let me hear you.”

Leg shaking, you twitch and spasm as one last demi-climax pulls deep at your cunt, throbbing and almost painful. As you clench around him, sobbing with relief, he pushes into you. There’s a burning ache as the knot swells within you. Panting hard, you scrabble at his back, clawing for purchase, as his impossibly swollen cock pulses within you. He snarls, each little thrust of his hips moving you further up the bed another inch.

For what feels like an eternity, you remain locked with him, unable to move or pull away. You’re panting and whining and moaning, clinging to him with trembling arms as the knot swells and swells. He kisses you, that forked tongue of his sliding into your mouth to swallow your noises. When you begin to sob from the overwhelming sensations, he nuzzles against your neck, murmuring praise.

When at last the swelling reduces and the pleasurable pain ebbs, you flop beneath him, utterly boneless. Endorphins course through you, and all you can do is giggle breathlessly. Dewdrop shifts, rolling you onto your side, and cuddling in behind you. He leaves a trail of soft, gentle kisses on your shoulder and neck. Already, the sweet siren call of sleep is pulling at your mind.

“You wanna shower?”

“I can’t move…”

“Bath it is, then.” He chuckles, soft and low. “Nothing but the best for you, baby.”

#my scribblins #the band ghost #dewdrop ghoul #hahahaha wow this is not a drabble #1700+ words #fuck dude what's wrong with me #battybones

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electronicgrowth · 4 years

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Guardian Angel: Chapter 7

This chapter is mostly smut, but we do see a resolution to Ransom’s legal troubles.

WC: 1708

Warnings: SMUT

I did, in fact, delete the only recording of Ransom’s confession. Without that recording, Ransom could only be charged with two counts of aggravated assault and arson. Without a record, and with my character testimony the jury was inclined to give Ransom a shorter sentence. He was sentenced to eighteen months. Ransom’s lawyers were able to convince the judge that he would be at risk of inmate violence if he went to actual prison. The judge opted to place Ransom on house arrest.

The night after the trial, Linda dropped Ransom and I off.

“I would stay, but I have a dinner meeting,” Linda stated.

“That’s fine, mom,” Ransom told her, he hugged her and kissed her cheek. I had the feeling that Ransom was only showing his mother this level of affection because she had paid for all his lawyers. Sure, she resented what he did, but she still loved him. However, Ransom was on thin ice, and didn’t want to push it.

Linda drove out, leaving me and Ransom alone. It was awkward, for months the trial had been the main talk in our house. Granted, the trial had happened rather quickly. The days had been filled with strategy, the evenings were spent watching movies and cuddling on the couch, and the nights were spent in Ransom’s bed. We rarely slept until after we made love. We never slipped up and forgot the condom again after that first time, and I got on birth control just to stay safe. After much consideration on my part, I told Ransom that I would forgive him for the car accident, if he promised to never commit another crime again. I was a fool for Ransom Drysdale, and I couldn’t give up on him.

“You hungry?” I asked Ransom, as we entered the house.

“No, not yet,” he answered, he shifted nervously from foot-to-foot in the entryway.

“You okay?” I pondered, concerned by his behavior.

“Yeah,” he said, “I think I want to start writing again. I mean I have all my old stuff from back when we lived in New York.”

“I think that’s a great idea, honey,” I smiled, taking off my coat and putting it in the coat closet. Ransom had plopped down in his favorite armchair. I went to sit down across from Ransom, but he grabbed me and pulled me to straddle him, kissing me passionately. I pulled back from him.

“I have something for you,” I whispered.

“Yeah?” He asked with a smirk.

“Yeah,” I teased, kissing his neck as I ground down onto his cock. I felt him getting harder underneath me.

“Take me to bed,” I murmured into his neck. Ransom wasted no time in picking me up and taking me to his bedroom.

He set me down delicately. I slipped off my heels, I turned around so Ransom could unzip my dress. He slowly unzipped me, and revealed the black lace teddy I had on underneath the dress. I turned around to face him, and pushed my dress the rest of the way down.

“Fuck, baby you look so sexy,” he rasped out, kissing me, gripping my ass. I pushed the suit coat down, off Ransom’s shoulders. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, as Ransom palmed my lace covered breasts. I started to unbutton his dress shirt. He pushed me back unto the bed, unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way, and pushing his pants down. He climbed on top of me, kissing me deeply.

I slid my hand down his underwear, his cock was leaking precum as I massaged him. I sat up against him, and pushed him onto his back. I pulled his briefs off, and came to eye level with his cock. I was always struck by how utterly perfect his cock was, it was long and thick. Just seeing him hard got me wet.

I licked his tip, teasing him with my tongue. I swirled my tongue around him, getting him thoroughly wet. I took as put as I could in my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I bobbed up and down. Ransom was groaning above me, his hands weaved into my curled hair, pushing my head down further onto his cock. I choked around him. My eyes watered, as his dick hit the back of my throat.

“God, your mouth feels so good,” he panted, “But, I want your pussy.” He pulled me off of him, and pushed me onto my back. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, he got down on his knees and moved the bottom of my teddy to the side. He sucked my clit into his mouth, he pushed one finger into me, then a second. He pumped his fingers in and out of me quickly, his tongue tracing the alphabet on my clit all the while.

“Ransom,” I cried, as he continued to fuck me with his tongue and fingers.

“You taste so good, Bunny,” he panted. He rose off his knees and kissed me, I could taste myself on his mouth. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his fingers out of me, I brought his fingers to my mouth and sucked my essence off of him. He stared at me hungrily as I swirled my tongue around his fingers.

“Take it off, Bunny,” he growled. I quickly pulled the teddy off and deposited it on the floor.

Ransom grabbed a condom from the bedside table and rolled it down over his length. Ransom grabbed my hips, and had me stand pushing me forward so my breasts were flat against the duvet. He slowly entered me from behind, bottoming out with a groan.

“God, you always feel so good, baby,” he husked into my ear. He gripped my hips tightly, slamming me back against him.

“Shit, baby,” I cried out. I could already feel my legs tensing. I came quickly, my legs giving out beneath me, Ransom held me up, fucking me through my orgasm. When I was done shaking, Ransom pulled out of me. He climbed on the bed, resting against the headboard with a smirk on his handsome face.

“Come here,” he drawled. I climbed on top of him quickly. I slowly moved up and down. Raising myself off him, just enough that the tip of his cock was all that was left inside me. I slowly moved like this for several minutes. Ransom groaned deeply.

“Leah,” he panted. I cupped his cheek.

“Tell me you love me,” I begged.

“I love you so much, baby,” he growled, “You’re the only thing I want.”

I started to speed up, but Ransom rolled me on my back and began pounding into me. He repeatedly hit my G-spot and left me gasping desperately.

“Right there?” He teased. I nodded quickly.

“Tell me what I want to hear, Bunny,” he rasped into my ear.

“I love you, Ransom,” I cried.

“More,” he grunted.

“I need you,” I sobbed, “I’m all yours, baby.”

“Yeah?” He questioned, his hips faltering.

“Of course,” I whimpered. Ransom leaned down to suck hickey’s into my neck.

“What if I wanted you to prove it?” He whispered, his hips now moving painfully slow.

“How?” I asked, desperate to get him to speed up again.

“Let me knock you up,” he murmured.

“Take the condom off then,” I said. Ransom raised up slightly so he could slip the condom off. He tossed the condom on the floor and re-entered me quickly. I loved the way his bare cock felt inside me. I let out a breathy moan as he set a deliberate pace.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. So wet. So tight. All mine,” he snarled.

“All yours,” I repeated back.

“Whose pussy is it, baby?” He groaned.

“It’s your pussy Ransom,” I shrieked as he pounded into me even harder.

“Beg for it,” he commanded.

“Please, baby. Please cum inside me. I want you to get me pregnant,” I begged. I started scratching down his back, the way I knew drove him wild.

“Don’t ever leave me,” he cried frantically, chasing his release.

“Never,” I responded, wrapping my legs around his hips, “I love you.”

“I want you pregnant with my baby,” he murmured against my lips, “I want my ring on your finger, and my baby inside you. Everyone who looks at you will know who you belong to.”

I reached down and started to rub my clit, my legs tensed again as I came around Ransom’s cock. He quickly followed, my pussy milking him. We both panted as we came down. He pulled out of me slowly, cum spilled from inside me. Ransom watched intently. Then he reached down and began pushing his cum back into me. I shuddered at the feeling, already sensitive from my two orgasms. He then brought his cum-covered fingers to my lips, I opened my mouth for him. I swirled my tongue around his fingers for a second time. All the while looking him in the eyes as I hummed. His cock twitch against my inner thigh.

“I actually have something I want to give you,” he said.

“Your cock can’t count as a gift after you’ve already fucked me, Ransom,” I scolded.

“No, no,” he laughed, “Something else.” He leaned over to his bedside table again and pulled out a small gift box, wrapped neatly. In fact, it was wrapped far too nicely for him. I looked at him skeptically.

“Open it,” he smiled. I undid the bow and ripped the wrapping paper. When I removed the wrapping paper I saw a familiar color.

“Tiffany’s again?” I asked skeptically.

“Just open it,” he said.

I rolled my eyes at him. I open the box, another box was nestled inside this one. The second box was black velvet. I opened the velvet box and inside was the most beautiful diamond ring I had ever seen. The diamond was huge, set against a platinum band.

Ransom knelt down in front of me. “Marry me?” He asked, with a shy smile.

I nodded, tear welling up in my eyes. He slid the ring onto my finger. Kissing my palm when he was finished.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too.”

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elisaphoenix13 · 5 years

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Disappearing Act

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!"

Quill's scream has Tony and Stephen jolting up in bed and waking Valerie, and the engineer sighs as he gets out of bed to retrieve their wailing daughter. Stephen looks to the foot of the bed, finds it bare, and sighs when he finds their bedroom door part way open and hears snarling and growling from outside the room. Quill had been out in space when Athena joined the family, and was the only one she hadn't been told was a friend yet because of it. So now she was cornering a supposed intruder and if Stephen didn't take care of it soon, one of them was going to die. He would put money on the wolf being the victim because she wasn't really a match for a god.

"Take care of that so Porcupine can babysit since he woke up Valerie." Tony grumbles as Stephen gets out of bed.

"Good morning to you too."

Tony sighs. "Sorry...I didn't sleep well last night." He meets Stephen by the door and kisses him. "Good morning. Please take care of the dog?"

"She's a wolf."

"I was talking about Quill."

Stephen snorts in amusement and walks out of the bedroom and descends the stairs. He finds Quill in the kitchen, holding out his hands to placate the snarling creature in front of him, and the doctor steps up next to Athena. The celestial gives him a baffled look when Stephen gently pats her head and then rolls his eyes at the sorcerer's next words.

"It's okay. He's a friend." As if a switch had been flipped off, the white wolf instantly calms and lays down next to the counter as Stephen starts some water for his tea.

"Is she a new pet?" Quill finally asks once Stephen turns on the stove.

"In a way. You get to watch Valerie for a little while, by the way. You woke her up."

"Sorry. To be fair, I wasn't expecting a freaking wolf!" Tony joins them at that moment and doesn't waste time in handing Valerie to Quill...with a diaper. "Diaper duty? Seriously?"

"You woke her up. You suffer the consequences." Tony snarks and the celestial walks into the living room muttering under his breath. "Ah...I don't miss changing diapers."

Stephen grabs a clean bottle from the dish rack and fills it with water before adding some formula. "I don't either. That's one thing I don't mind making the others do."

He closes the bottle and shakes it up to mix the contents before handing it to Tony, and the engineer throws it into the living room to Quill who catches it without looking. Show off. His Celestial powers were growing if that was anything to go by, and he heard the whole thing about keeping Scott looking young…

Ugh. He could have lived without knowing that.

Once Stephen made his tea, he started on making breakfast, and it didn't take very long for the smell to rouse the rest of their children. Peter took to using the ceiling to get to the kitchen and tried to snag a sausage until Stephen smacked his hand away, Harley made his way over to the fridge to look for something to drink while still half asleep, and Diana went straight for Quill and Valerie. The god had moved to the ground so the five month old baby can play on her mat, and Dia barrels into Quill with a hug before sitting in his lap and chattering endlessly.

"Should I be concerned that our daughter went straight for Quill?" Tony questions and both Peter and Harley snort.

"With how often she's with Cassie, not really." Peter says as Harley grabs some raw meat out of the fridge and tosses it to Athena after he unwraps it.

Tony scratches at his beard and starts the coffee machine. "It's been a while since it was just the three of us." He pours some coffee into a mug when it's finished brewing and Stephen turns off the stove. "Maybe I'll take them out today."

"There's a carnival in town." Stephen suggests. "I'm sure they'd like that."

"Huh...that's a good idea. FRI...have Cassie come up for breakfast." Quill clears his throat and Tony rolls his eyes. "And the flea I guess."

"Yes Boss."

Quill scoffs as he grabs Diana in one arm and Valerie in the other, and the older girl giggles when the celestial stands and makes his way into the kitchen with them. Stephen smiles when Valerie coos in curiosity and Quill deposits her into her high chair before setting Diana at the table. Stephen, with the help of the boys, carries plates and food to the table and Cassie and Scott arrive just as everyone sits down. Athena, of course, moved to lay at Stephen's feet since she didn't seem to like being away from him when she could help it. The exceptions being when he went out on errands and she couldn't accompany him, or when he opened a portal for her to the lake house so she can run around.

Otherwise, where Stephen went, she followed. With the help of some magic, the sorcerer made sure she understood that certain commands were to be obeyed if the family or even a team member were to give them. Once again though, Stephen was the one she listened to most. Everyone else could at least tell her no, back down, or to come and she obeyed without issue.

Stephen only allowed her by the table because she wasn't begging for scraps.

"How does a day at the carnival sound? Just the three of us?" Tony asks Diana and Cassie before taking a bite of his eggs.

Cassie looks at Scott with a smile. "Can I?!"

"Sure." Scott replies with a shrug. "I was just going to run some errands and get some work done."

Quill sputters. "So much for my plans!"

"Later big guy." Scott winks and all of the teens exclaim in disgust.

When breakfast is finished, Cassie and Diana leave with Tony to head to the carnival, Scott and Quill head back down to their floor when Stephen relieves the celestial of babysitting duty, and Stephen starts cleaning up. At least until Harley and Peter surprisingly take over. They did have a point though. He made everyone breakfast so someone else should clean up, and he left them to it to watch tv in the living room. Valerie was once again set on her mat to play and Stephen sat on the couch with Athena at his feet. Tibbs joined the baby to play, and when the boys were done, they actually sat on either side of the sorcerer and cuddled up with him.

It was nice, but also suspicious. They never wanted a cuddle session this early in the morning unless they were sick.

Stephen sighs. "Alright...what do you two want?"

"Since Dad took Cassie and Dia to the carnival, can we go to the mall? They have this new-" Harley starts and Stephen holds up his hand.

"There's a new something or other you can't afford and want to know if you can borrow my card." The doctor finishes as he pulls his wallet out of his pants and hands the card over to his oldest. "Get whatever you want. Within reason."

Harley and Peter whoop in excitement and scramble off of the couch to go upstairs and get dressed, and Stephen sighs again when they disappear onto the elevator. They barely managed to toss a thank you over their shoulders before the doors closed, and it left Stephen feeling pretty lonely. Valerie wasn't much for conversation (any really), and the him before his accident would have loved the silence. The Stephen now though? He was used to the chaotic energy of his family and the team. Even with the tv going and Valerie babbling around a block she's chewing on, it was too quiet. If he wanted quiet, he would have opened a gateway to the cabin. Something he did on the rare occasion when the noise did get to be too much.

"You're not going to ditch me too are you?" Stephen jokingly asks the infant on the floor and she looks over at him with drool covering the block and her hand. "I wouldn't be surprised if you skipped crawling and went straight to walking."

Nothing of the sort happened. Valerie was happy to continue gnawing on her block and drool all over it and her hand. Tibbs grew bored of it and decided to wander off elsewhere and Stephen didn't blame him. Stephen was a little bored too. Then he remembered the book he left in the kitchen last night and got up to retrieve it from the counter it was sitting on. A mystery novel. He always liked to try and guess who committed the crime and how. It was also nice to do some reading that didn't have to do with the mystic artes.

He turns to return to the living room and looks toward Valerie and his eyes widen as his book falls out of his hand. The mat was empty. The baby was nowhere to be seen. Nonono, Stephen screams internally as he rushes forward to look for his daughter. There was no way Valerie got very far in the two seconds he had his back turned, but he couldn't find her in or under anything nearby. She was barely scooting for Vishanti's sake!

Every hiding place he checked that he found deprived of his baby just added more stress until he was finally hyperventilating. The doctor and the sorcerer in him were being thrown to the far recesses of his mind while Mom took over, and Mom wasn't thinking straight.

No, Stephen was currently having some mom panic.

Some very small part of him that was still aware of FRIDAY and VICTOR asking him if he was alright, and even Athena was nudging his leg with a worried whine. They all likely detected his sudden spike of distress, but he was too busy trying not to black out from lack of oxygen. He knew he should be looking for Valerie, but his body wouldn't let him. He was frozen on the spot. Did Tony have to go through this with Diana? Maybe it was worse with her because she was a baby with magic. The engineer never complained about anything, but for all Stephen knew, Diana could have sneezed and disappeared on him.

Maybe Valerie was a magic baby after all?

Oh god. What if she managed to throw herself into another dimension? A hell dimension-

"...phen...STEPHEN!" The sorcerer gasps quietly when the shout disrupts his panicking thoughts and he finds Scott standing in front of him looking concerned. "Hey. There we go. Breathe."

"I-I can't find her." Stephen stammers as the younger leads him to the couch and makes him sit down. "I looked everywhere! I only looked away for a second--"

"It's okay. It happens. Quill's looking right now."

Stephen looks up at the celestial and notices the galaxy colors overtaking the entirety of his eyes, and then he walks off toward the kitchen. The sound of a chair being moved is followed by the god speaking softly before he returns with baby Valerie in one of his arms, and the remaining black in Stephen's vision finally ebbs away when he heaves a sigh of relief. Quill hands her over to the sorcerer and Stephen holds his daughter close to his chest as he wills his heart to stop pounding.

"Let me just say, we never want to see a panicking Mama Bear again." Quill says as he rubs his eyes. "If you lose your shit, then we all lose our shit."

"Quill." Scott warns.

Stephen swallows thickly. "I didn't mean to. I looked for her...but then the panic managed to take over."

"FRIDAY called us up. Apparently we're the only ones in the tower right now and she said you were in distress." Scott explains.

"We hauled ass up here, saw you freaking out, and Victor told us it happened after Val army crawled into the kitchen right behind you."

"Why do all of my kids have to be exceptional for their age?" Stephen laments.

"Because their parents are." Scott responds with a smirk.

Stephen was used to chaos, but this scare was not what he had in mind. Now he was exhausted after his panic attack, but he continued to hold Valerie close and she miraculously was content to stay in her mother's arms. Quill and Scott stayed to keep him company, and before any of them knew it, Stephen had fallen asleep with his back to Quill's side after the celestial sat on the couch next to him to watch tv. He didn't dare move either. They didn't disturb him until his hold on Valerie started to loosen, and Scott finally stepped forward to carefully take her from Stephen and then throw a blanket over the sorcerer.

Athena took the opportunity to jump onto the couch now that the baby wasn't with Stephen, to lay between him and the couch, and gently rest her head on his stomach. At least that's what he woke up to a couple of hours later. His wolf lying next to him both to protect and comfort him, his shoulder no doubt digging painfully into Quill's ribs, and the baby missing again. He didn't panic this time because he heard Scott talking to her and quite possibly tickling her since she was laughing pretty hard for a baby.

He was lucky to have friends like them. Friends that would step in to babysit without being asked after he had a small meltdown and needed to rest because of it. Friends that wouldn't complain about the shoulder jabbing into their ribs because he was comfortable...and even the wolf that refused to leave his side when she had a say in it. If she had her way, Athena would never leave it.

"Val's going to be the next one to pass out if you keep going Sugar." Quill jokes

"She's fine." Another adorable baby laugh. "She could probably use a nap herself though." Scott admits.

"Whatever helps keep Stephen asleep." Quill mumbles. "I don't think he knows what relaxing is anymore. Even Tony was getting concerned."

"He does a lot. He's a husband--"

"Wife." Quill corrects with a snigger."

Scott ignores him. "A mom, the Sorcerer Supreme, a housewife, a doctor, and yes...even though it started out as a joke, he's our matriarch. He does a lot for us as well as his family."

"He needs a day off."

Scott snorts. "We've said that and he said, and I quote, 'If I take a day off, I will undoubtedly come home to a disaster and there will have been no point to my day off.'"

"Well with Harley as one of his kids, he has a point--ow!" Quill hisses at the elbow to his spleen and Stephen sits up, making Athena lift her head. "I was kidding!"

"Harley is a little weasel sometimes but only me and Tony can say that about him." Stephen half threatens. "Sorry for falling asleep."

Scott waves his hand at him. "It's fine. You needed it...and you don't need to worry about dinner either. Tony called and said he would pick something up after he got the boys from the mall."

"He called you?"

"No. He called you, but you were dead to the world so I answered your phone." Quill corrects. "He asked why I had your phone and I told him that your mouth was too busy-"

Disgust and mortification make themselves known on Stephen's face at Quill's implication, and Scott rolls his eyes as he picks up Valerie and places her in her playpen. Afterwards, he approaches Quill and smacks the back of his head with an annoyed look.

"I would never-" Stephen starts to argue.

"He never said that in the first place." Scott quells the doctor immediately. "He told Tony you had a bit of a scare but everything got handled and you were taking a nap."

Then Stephen got an idea and a wicked grin quickly replaces the mortification as he directs the smile at Quill. The celestial looks at him nervously and then bolts for the stairs next to the elevator when Stephen turns to Athena and gently pets her head. As soon as Quill disappears through the door, Stephen points toward the stairway.

"Get him...but be nice."

He and Scott watch Athena jump off the couch and chase after the god, and Stephen smirks when he hears Quill call him an asshole before the door to the stairway closes.

"Am I going to get my husband back in one piece?" Scott wonders.

"Of course. She just needs the exercise." Stephen assures him as he stands up. "Juice? Beer?"

"I could use the sugar."

"Juice it is."

#supremefamily #tony stark #mama bear stephen strange #stephen strange #ironstrange #harley keener #peter parker #peter quill #diana stark strange (oc)#valerie stark strange (oc)#cassie lang #scott lang #antlord

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imagine-loki · 6 years

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A Warrior’s Life

TITLE: A Warrior’s Life

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter One Hundred and Nine

AUTHOR: wolfpawn ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Viking Loki coming to your village, raiding, and pillaging, before deciding there is something about you that intrigues him and deciding to take you back to Asgard with him. There, you are forced to learn a new life and language, and though you hate what has happened to you, you learn that Loki is not as bad as you think.

RATING: Mature

NOTES: Good news those of you sending me hate, this is the last chapter. To those of you that have been supportive and nice throughout this, thank you so much and I hope you enjoyed it.

Children Ages

Nafi (20) Anna (18) Vali (15) Danu and Kushtrim (14) Einar (7)

SEVEN YEARS LATER

‘I hate him, I want him castrated.’ Maebh groaned as she felt the next contraction start.

‘You said that last time.’ Sif dismissed as she pressed a cloth to Maebh’s forehead.

‘I mean it this time.’

‘You said that too,’ She laughed. ‘So what was the cause of this then?’

‘Thodin’s marriage, too much mead.’ She groaned.

‘Well, it is renowned for assisting in fertility.’ Sif shrugged as she helped Maebh through the contraction. ‘I thought you said you could not lay with him any longer.’

‘It just happened.’

‘And no pain?’

‘Not that I can remember. This baby better not be like Einar.’

‘You are big.’

‘Do not say such things.’ Maebh pleaded.

‘It will be here soon. I am thinking a girl.’

‘Danu would love that.’

‘She has been praying to Freya for it.’

‘She is fourteen, they are so far apart.’

‘Maebh, there is Nafi, Vali, Kushtrim and Einar, there was also Liulf, that is five boys in total and her only sister taken from her, she just does not want to be the lone girl.’

‘Danu was the Mother Goddess, she commanded mostly men.’

‘Well mostly is not all, Danu does not want to be the only girl.’

‘I cannot control these things.’

‘Well act like you do and hope for a girl.’ Sif suggested.

‘I am too old for this. No more.’

‘Yeah, I heard that before.’

‘How did you stay at three?’

‘I have no idea, it just happened.’ Sif did not know, she and Thor continued their marriage as before, but she had not conceived again after Modi. ‘Thank the Norns.’ Sif walked to the door. ‘Danu?’ The girl came to the door. ‘You need to get everything ready.’

‘Already do.’ She smiled, bringing everything into view.

‘I hate you right now.’ Maebh growled at Sif.

‘Mother, if you ever plan on having me be interested in being a wife, you are not helping the idea of me wanting children.’ Danu pointed out.

‘Do not do it, it is a trick, keep away from men.’ Maebh warned her.

‘Listen to your mother.’ Loki called from the other room.

‘Shut up you, this is your fault.’ Maebh snarled.

‘You were not exactly declining my advances.’

‘I am going to kill him.’ Maebh tried to rise from the bed, but Danu and Sif pushed her back down. ‘Let me at him.’

‘After you get this baby out.’ Sif promised.

‘No, because I will be too content to do it then.’

‘No, you are not far from needing to push, you cannot be running around after a fleeing husband.’ Sif informed her.

‘Fine, but only because I can feel the baby beginning to press down.’ Maebh conceded as she felt her body ready for what was needed of it. For all her jesting, Maebh was concerned at the damage her body was about to endure. She had been somewhat shocked when, after their night of unplanned passion, she felt no pain, but she refused to believe that she would get away without terrible injury after a birth. She could only wait and hope that it would not be so bad. ‘I take it the healer is less than pleased.’

‘She seems to think you are the worst sort of patient, you did not heed her warnings.’

‘It was not planned.’ Maebh inhaled deeply. ‘I think we are there.’

Sif checked. ‘Yes, next one, you will be able to start.’

‘This is better than a cold room in a foreign land.’ Danu jested as she looked at her mother.

‘Yes. you do not have to be here.’

‘I want to help. I did okay with Einar.’

‘You did.’ Maebh grimace as she felt her body ready to begin another contraction.

‘Mother, perhaps you need to consider not having any more children.’

‘Danu, your mother has been saying that since after you and Kushtrim, trust me, if she could prevent it happening, she would have done so way before now.’ Sif laughed.

‘But….you can stop it, by not doing things.’ Danu stated plainly having long been told by her mother how children came to be.

‘Yes, if you can stop doing those things, that is the issue.’ Sif laughed. ‘You cannot stop love.’

‘Arranged marriage?’ Maebh suggested playfully, laughing at the horrified look on Danu’s face. ‘Never. Do what right for you, my beautiful….Ah!’ Maebh’s teeth clenched together as the baby began to make its way down the birth canal.

‘Push, Mother.’ Danu pleaded, taking her mother’s hand. ‘I have another brother to welcome.’ She smiled.

Nafi sighed with relief as the coast of Asgard came into view. ‘Anna.’ He nudged his wife gently to get her to wake. ‘We are here.’

‘Thank goodness.’ She rubbed her eyes. ‘I cannot remember this journey being this long.’

‘It does seem longer this time, I agree.’ Nafi conceded, making sure that they were still warmly wrapped in their pelts. ‘We will be there very soon though.’ He rubbed her arm.

As they got closer, Nafi glanced at the shoreline and grinned as he focused more on it. He watched as two figures on horseback cantering along the water’s edge. He smiled as they came to the dock at the same time as the boat docked. ‘How is that boat taking you, you never seem to cease growing, Anna, you poor thing.’

‘You finally grew a bit, I was getting worried you were taking Mother’s height.’ Nafi chuckled as he stepped off the boat, embracing his brother tightly, clapping his back. ‘I have not seen you in too long, how are you, Brother?’

‘All the better for seeing you. What brings you here?’

‘Just came to see my family. I hear my idiot younger brother convinced some poor creature to marry him.’

‘Yes, that rumour is indeed going around the realm. I heard my older brother had some news also.’ Vali joked.

‘I do not know what you are talking about.’ Nafi grinned.

‘Not what we hear, is it Kush?’ Vali looked around grinning.

‘Nah, we heard different.’ He grinned, stepping forward and hugging his brother. ‘You are built like an ox.’ Kushtrim commented. ‘Anna, how can you even fit in a bed with him?’

‘I have to sleep sideways.’ She laughed as Vali aided her out of the boat. ‘Einar will be broader, I think.’

‘Without a doubt, he has grown since your last visit, you will not believe it. He will be broader than Grandfather.’

‘Is that possible? Were it not for Danu being the one to assist Mother with the birth in a small room on Midgard, I would think it the wrong baby.’ Nafi stated.

‘I think the only reason people do not think he is not Father’s is his eyes and hair being identical.’ Kushtrim added.

‘That; and could you imagine the idiot to imply Mother would stray from Father?’ Vali commented.

‘I think Mother would flay them.’ Nafi nodded.

‘At the very least.’ Anna agreed.

They walked through the village before making their way to Thor’s. ‘Father, guess who is here.’ Kushtrim called out. A moment later, a small, burly built boy came out of the dwelling and looked at them. ‘Einar, do you know who this is?’

‘Anna!’ Einar rushed over to her, hugging her tightly. ‘Hi, Nafi.’ He stated dismissively as he cuddled Anna.

‘I am only your brother.’ Nafi grumbled.

‘But he loves Anna.’ Vali laughed. ‘Cannot say I blame him, she has doted on him since Mother brought him back from Midgard.’

‘Yeah, that is true.’ Nafi conceded. When he turned slightly, he smiled. ‘Hello, Father.’

‘My son.’ Loki embraced him tightly. ‘How are you? You did not tell us you were coming, it is so good to see you.’

‘We thought we would come and say hello, I hope you do not mind.’

‘Never, you are always welcome home, you know this.’ Loki smiled. ‘Hello, Anna. I see you are commandeered once more.’

‘By my second favourite Lokison.’ She smiled as she looked back at Einar.

‘Where is Mother?’

‘At home, looking after your grandmother, she and Danu are no doubt rushing around dealing with things.’

‘Why so?’

Well, you recall Leah?’ Nafi nodded. ‘She wed Heimdall.’

‘About time.’

Loki smiled and nodded back at his son. Leah and Heimdall spent the best part of the previous few years tiptoeing around things, but with Maebh losing her patience one day, she quite literally came right out and dealt with it, leading to a conversation on it, much to everyone’s surprise. Leah had been made terrified of childbirth and carrying as a result of her past trauma, something Heimdall completely understood and sympathised with, and with the loss of his wife and children to the disease, and with one healthy daughter, he was okay with not having any more children, so with that in the open, the pair were content and a match made. Heimdall once more had a stable home for his daughter as well as a very loving stepmother for her and the affections of a woman who clearly was happy by his side, something he praised the Norns for.

‘So who is helping mother?’

‘A young enough woman, Nia, she is good but still learning. Danu and your mother are helping her get settled.’ Loki explained. ‘We will take the cart back, it will be quicker.’

‘Is Uncle Thor not around?’

‘No, he is gone hunting with Thodin and Modi, they will be back in a few days. I had to deal with an issue in his absence there.’ Loki rolled his eyes. ‘You know how it is. How is Ásvaldr?’

They got back to the house soon enough, and with the horses being cooled by the farmhands, they entered the dwelling. ‘I think you brought home some stragglers.’ Danu laughed at seeing her oldest brother. ‘Hello.’ She hugged him tightly.

‘You literally are Father’s image, you know that, right?’

‘I would have been a wonderful looking woman.’ Loki jested as he looked at his daughter.

‘You could not exude the same air as I do Father, so you would not be as incredible.’ She laughed.

‘No, you get that from your mother.’

‘Where is she, and Grandmother?’ Nafi asked.

‘I am right here.’ Nafi turned to see Frigga sitting by the fire. ‘Hello.’

‘Grandmother, how are you?’ Nafi was shocked to see how old his grandmother was becoming.

‘All the better for seeing you, my handsome boy.’ She gently kissed his cheek. ‘How are you?’

‘So happy to see you all.’ He smiled.

‘Good.’

‘And Mother?’

‘She is sleeping, she had a long night.’ Loki explained. Nafi looked to his father worriedly. ‘You were not told?’

‘Told what?’

‘What do you think?’ Kushtrim laughed.

‘I….’ Nafi looked amongst them. ‘But Mother cannot….’

‘Should not, would have been the correct term.’ Frigga scoffed eyeing her son in a scolding manner.

Nafi looked to his father, who shrugged unapologetically. ‘So I have another brother?’

‘Why did everyone assume another boy?’ Loki asked.

‘He is not wrong though, is he?’ Vali laughed.

‘Another….really?’

Loki smiled and walked to the bedroom, coming back a moment later with a small baby, no more than a few months old. ‘Nafi, this is Vidar.’

‘Vidar.’ Nafi studied his new youngest brother. ‘He looks more like Mother.’

‘He does.’ Loki conceded. ‘I think he will be like Liulf.’

‘Father, I fear I am at risk of not remembering how many brothers I have.’ Nafi laughed.

‘How do you think I feel?’ Loki retorted.

‘Loki?’

‘In the living area, Dear.’

‘Did I hear…?’ Maebh looked out of the room.

‘Hello, Mother.’

‘How big you are getting.’ Maebh smiled at him. ‘You are a formidable man.’

‘Size has nothing to do with such things, you are so small and yet feared by so many.’

‘Well, I am apparently the Goddess of War and Death.’ She scoffed.

‘And procreation it would seem.’ He pointed to his new brother.

‘Yes. I blame your father.’

‘She tried to get up and kill him when she was in labour, it was hilarious.’ Danu laughed.

‘Danu, stop reminding her.’ Her father pleaded.

Maebh for her part rolled her eyes. ‘You must be hungry, come, let us get you all fed.’

‘We are really going to need a bigger table.’ Vali stated.

‘Well you are moving out soon, so that is a help.’ Kushtrim commented.

‘I not moving anywhere, we are staying here, I asked Mother and Father.’

‘Wait, where are you going to fit?’

‘You and Einar in one room, me and Sigrunn in our room, Mother and Father in theirs with whatever number of more children they decide to bestow on Asgard and Grandmother and Danu in their room.’ Vali shrugged.

‘What about when Brienne and I get married?’

‘You can leave, no one is stopping you.’ Danu snarked, Vali and Einar laughing with her.

‘Behave.’ Their father reprimanded. ‘Our old home, the one from when there was only Nafi, will be repaired and readied to include a small workplace for you.’ Loki informed Kushtrim.

‘My own….?’ Kushtrim stared at his father in disbelief, Loki nodded. ‘I…’

Kushtrim’s skills as a fighter were fairly good. He was well able to defend and attack, but he did not have the heart. Something he feared his parents disowning him for, but they, to his shock, seemed to love him more for it, showing him that his own traits, though not similar to theirs, were as admirable in their eyes.

‘Yes, Heimdall insisted on it also and has aided in its construction. After all, a good workshop for you is a good income for you and Brienne.’ Maebh smiled.

‘I….Thank you.’ Kushtrim had tears in his eyes as he took in what his parents were doing for him, to ensure him a good life.

‘It is our duty as your parents to help however we can so that you can look after your own families in years to come. Just as Mother aided me.’ Loki looked fondly to Frigga, who sat at the head of the table.

‘Your father should have done more.’

‘He came through when it mattered.’ Loki acknowledged. ‘Look at this home, look how many children it has raised and is still raising.’ He smiled, taking Vidar so Maebh could eat. ‘We are blessed.’

‘Or cursed.’ Vali joked.

‘Well, it is odd.’ Maebh laughed. ‘Vidar is younger than his niece.’

Loki looked at the little girl sitting on his oldest son’s lap. At just coming to a year old she was indeed older than her uncle. ‘It is unusual, becoming a father again after becoming a grandfather.’ He grinned. Vidar began to yawn. ‘I better put this boy to bed.’ He walked away from the table. ‘Will I…?’

‘Please.’ Maebh smiled. ‘Has she settled more now?’

‘Well, the journey over with her was harder this time, last time she just slept, this time she is far more interested.’ Nafi looked down at his daughter, who was chewing at her fist. ‘How do you do it with so many. Vali, Danu and Kustrim were all in one year.’

‘You adapt.’ Maebh smiled. ‘She is growing well.’

‘Yes.’ Loki came back and gently sat down again, cradling the baby in his arms. ‘She is looking more like you now, Anna.’

‘She is, though she has Nafi’s hair, it sticks out everywhere.’

‘At least she has hair.’ Loki laughed, indicating to the baby in his arms.

‘But…’ Nafi pointed to the baby. ‘Vidar….’

‘Vidar has hair, Freya has none.’ Danu smiled.

‘Who in the realms is Freya?’ Nafi asked, utterly confused.

‘Our sister.’ Vali informed him.

‘Wait, what?’

‘Mother can only have girls if she has a boy at the same time.’ Einar stated sagely as he stole some of Vali’s food while his older brother looked at Nafi, awaiting his reaction.

‘I have….oh Norns.’ Nafi shook his head. ‘There are two? What...How….?’ Loki simply shrugged. ‘How do you not know, you did it?’

‘You cannot control certain aspects of these things.’

‘I give up. I just...now Vali is getting married and wait and see, he will have a child and you two will assume that is your cue to have more.’

‘How do you think we feel, we thought there would be no more, then not only is there one, but I am forced to birth two, again!’

He looked at his little sister, who frowned at the large built man giving out across from her. ‘She even has Mother’s frown. At least she is well named.’ She gave him a bemused look. ‘I am going to come home to more children next time, I know it.’

‘No promises.’ Loki grinned, looking to Maebh, who was looking as though she was contemplating actually castrating him, but the look in her eye was one of love. Her look telling him that for all their trials and tribulations, they would persevere together, whatever would come.

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The Joker x Reader - “No Names” Part 2

When The Joker told you he found somebody else, your world shattered to pieces. But what hurt the most was the fact that he didn’t even bother to come around and see his little girls; very hard to find excuses on why their father is missing, especially when the triplets adore him. And extremely hard to cope with the gloomy future after you found out some details that might explain his estrangement.

Part 1: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/164355559106/the-joker-x-reader-no-names-part-1

Part 3: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/165414584036/the-joker-x-reader-no-names-part-3

The door opens and you turn around, sniffling. “There you are,” J closes and locks the door behind him. “What’s wrong?” he asks when he realizes you’re sobbing.

You rush in his arms and hug him.

“Don’t cry, alright? Save it for when I’m gone,” he caresses your hair and turns off the light in the office. You dig your fingers in his skin, having another crappy day yourself.

“You–you’re going to live forever…” you muster the strength to say it.

“True,” J sighs. “I mean, if I was Death I wouldn’t fuck around with Godzilla.Things could get messy really fast, right?”

You punch his abs and smile through tears.

“Stop calling me Godzilla!” “Never!” he grins in the darkness, pleased he can tease you with that…again.

“Where are the girls?” you ask, wanting to step away.

“They’re asleep, let them be. What are you wearing?” The Joker whispers in your ear, his hands feeling you up and down.

“Sweatpants and a tank top,” you snort, wiping your tears.

“Mmmm, my favorites…so sexy!” he chuckles and tries to lift you up but you refuse.

“Don’t do that, your back will kill you afterwards.”

“Nah, it’s been a pretty good day; even took a muscle relaxant, just in case.” J pulls you in a tight embrace. “I think you’re in luck today, Princess.”

“Hm?” you trace his cheekbones, hoping he means what you think he means.

“That’s why I was looking for you,” he snickers and you wrap your arms around his neck, excited.

“Are you sure, baby? It’s been a while.”

“Well,” J grumbles, “with my current health condition, I’m out of commission quite a lot. Not by choice, of course. Most of the time I feel very sick and…”

“I know,” you interrupt,” I swear I don’t care. I want you to get better and then…”

“That won’t happen so we have to deal with it, OK?” he cuts you off. “It’s so embarrassing not to be able to have you anytime I want though,” he gulps, admitting to the inconvenient truth.

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, Pumpkin, but my pride…” “Your pride is fine,” you kiss him and he purrs, fired up. The Joker actually attempts to lift you up again but instead you push him towards the huge sofa in the room, slowly taking his shirt off. You give him a soft nudge and he lands on the pillows with you on top of him. Your long hair falls around his head, just like a curtain.

“Seriously, Y/N, I could’ve picked you up; you know I like to do that,” he gropes your butt as you get up a bit in order to take your tank top off.

“No way, I don’t want you to jinx it and hurt your back. I know what you like so enjoy,” you moan when his lips find yours.

“Auch!” The Joker complains when you bite his soft skin. “That’s gonna leave a mark on my neck you naughty girl!” he laughs, panting. “Do it again!”

“Your wish is my command,” you eagerly help him get rid of your sweatpants.

****************

Bad morning for your boyfriend. After you injected his weekly medication and he swallowed the tables too, the side effects settled in.

“Your nurses are here,” you announce, hoping your little surprise will give him a boost of energy.

The triples enter the master bedroom holding hands and J emerges from under the covers and smiles when he sees how cute they are: you braided their hair with neon green hair extensions and they all wear sparkly jeans plus pink t-shirts embroidered with “Daddy’s Number One.” J gets on his elbow to gaze at the high heels they struggle to walk in: the little ones borrowed some of your sandals.

“Awww, so cool to have adorable Pumpkins tending to me,” he struggles to appear cheerful in front of the girls.

“Are you sick daddy?” Mia inquires because you always tell the kids to keep it down when they play since their father is not well.

“Nope, I’m good,” he gestures for them to get up in bed and you aid the four year old nurses reach their patient.

“Your caregivers will give you a massage,” the explanation follows and J turns face down, the little hands starting to rub his back soon after. You crawl by his side, watching them giggle and being happy about playing with their dad. You’re overwhelmed with the view, that’s why you lean over to kiss his shoulder. Your daughters are fast to imitate you, then they return to their task.

Emma stops for a few moments and brings her face close to J’s, whispering:

“Who’s your favorite daddy?”

He laughs and points towards her:

“You are.”

Evie and Mia are on the verge of crying, that’s why he adds:

“And you, and you. I can’t choose: all three look the same.”

Oh, the nurses are thrilled to hear they are daddy’s favorites; there is some pushing around – fighting starts about who should get more to massage.

“Hey, hey!” you separate the feisty girls. “Enough, play nice!” you admonish, aware J hates it when they get noisy.

“You don’t play nice, Doll,” The Joker touches the fresh hickeys and bites he got last night. “Why should they, huh?… At least you don’t seem any better.”

Correct, you don’t. Ahhh, he’s so satisfied with that accomplishment.

You ignore the remark and roll out of bed.

“I’m going upstairs to update your meds, alright? I’ll leave you in the capable hands of your caregivers.”

“That sounds good,” he stretches, enjoying being pampered.

****************

After about 45 minutes, you are almost done selecting the old pills, injectables and lidocaine patches and replacing them with new remedies. As soon as there is something better available on the black market, The Joker is the first one to try it. He also has the best doctors at his disposal, yet nothing seems to improve the illness. From time to time you take a peek at his recent blood test results: nothing is within normal range. It makes you feel so hopeless and helpless.

“Moommmy,” Evie whines as the girls enter the room and you can tell they are pouting, upset about something.

“Yes, honey?” you stash the papers away in the folder.

“Daddy doesn’t want to wake up,” Mia puckers her lips.

“Shit!” you jump from your sit in a frenzy, grabbing a prefilled syringe from the pile of meds on the table. “Go play, I’ll wake up daddy, alright?” you hurry them out of the room.

You don’t even know when you ended up downstairs in the master bedroom, attempting to awaken The Joker.

“Baby, wake up!” you soflly slap his cheek and there is no reaction. “J, open your eyes!” He doesn’t move. You are quick to administer the shot in his vein; not too much left to do but wait now.

This happened before; the doctors described it as losing consciousness in your sleep: if action is not taken immediately, it may result into a coma. The prefilled syringes are a concoction of adrenaline and a bunch of other things you can’t even pronounce.

You lay by him and place your head on his chest, listening to the heartbeat. You are so in love with this sound and you don’t know what you’re going to do when it ends. Just the idea makes you panic.

After about 3 minutes, J is snapping out of his daze. You keep on stroking his face, grateful the medication didn’t fail.

“How are you feeling?” you rest your forehead on his, distressed.

“Meh, not very groovy,” the Prince of Crime confesses, a bit more alert.

“It will get better, just a few more minutes,” you cuddle by him and he groans in pain.“Tell you what: I’ll send the girls to the playground with some of our men and we can spend some time in the jacuzzi. What do you think?”

“I’m not in the mood, Kitten…” J growls, uncomfortable and bitter.

You intend to skip his behavior and proceed with your mission regardless.

**************

You gently push him in the bathroom, impatient to relax.

“Is this what you wanted to show me?!” your boyfriend grumbles, bothered by the plan.

“Yes, the hot tub awaits,” you guide him towards the Jacuzzi and he lets go of your hand.

“I can’t do this nonsense; I’m going back to bed. What’s the point anyway?” The Joker snarls, aggravated.

You go around him and position yourself in front of the exit, blocking the way out.

“The point is, J…” and you pause for a second, glaring at the ceiling,”…that I didn’t really sleep in weeks. I’m absolutely exhausted; can you understand that?” and you sense an imminent meltdown approaching. “Do you know what I do at night?”

He lifts his shoulders up, indifferent to your rant.

“I turn on the lamp on my side and I count all the spots on your skin that I can see. I lose counting and I restart, afraid there are more than the previous days. I count again…and again…,” you flair your arms around, sniffling. ”And every 2 hours or so I check to see if you’re responsive. You get mad and urge me to stop wiggling, but that’s not what I’m doing: I am actually making sure you don’t slip into a coma… I’m so tired,” you whimper. “Can you please get in the hot tub? Preferably without fighting me about it?”

The King of Gotham hates it when you say disarming stuff like this; it makes him feel so strange and he doesn’t like it.

“You’re so irritating…” he shakes his head, undressing. Afterwards, J comes over and takes your summer gown off, then your undies. You don’t make a sound. “Go in, I’ll bring drinks,” he offers and you comply.

J comes back with a can of grape juice for himself and a glass of whiskey for you.

“Here, it appears you need a strong refreshment,” he hands you over the beverage, sitting by you amidst the bubbles and steam. You still don’t reply and sip on the alcohol, discouraged. He restarts his lecture:

“You don’t have to stay up all night guarding me. If it happens, it happens…”

You bite on your lip, drinking more.

“I told you before you have to be prepared,” J sort of mutters. You finish the rest of the whiskey, placing the empty glass by the burning candles on the rail.

“Be prepared?! How the hell can I be prepared for that, hm? Am I just supposed to wait around for my partner to die?!” you hiss at him, not understanding why in the world you’re so dizzy. He wants to answer with a hash comment but you go on:

“I don’t want you to die, OK? “ and your voice breaks. “I watch you getting thinner and your condition worsening…It’s harder and harder to keep everything together… I’ll never be prepared to lose you so stop acting like you know it all!”

“I don’t like your tone, Princess!”

“I don’t care,” you choke on your words, groggy from the strong alcohol. “God, I’m so worn out,” and your eyelids are getting heavier.

“Wanna take a nap?” his voice suddenly softens.

“Nooo, I can’t afford to. The girls will be back soon and…”

“The kids are fine. I’ll watch them,” J offers and you have a hard time concentrating.

“We’ll stay in here for another 20 minutes, then you’re free. Sorry it was such a hustle,” you yawn, rubbing your eyes, miserable and heartbroken.

The Joker is silent until you feel you’re going to pass out in the jacuzzi.

“Jesus, I need to lie down,” you huff and he helps you out, wrapping your body in a fluffy robe. He gets inside one also while you stumble, having a hard time maintaining your balance. “Wow, I think I had too much to drink,” you talk to yourself and he catches up with you, lifting you in his arms before you can protest. “Put me down, your back will hurt!” you beg and want to escape but his grip is strong.

“So?” J kisses your forehead and the weakened state you’re in adds to the sorrow.

“Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me,” and you start crying on his chest, feverish and out of it, not being able to think straight. Your cheeks are so red and you look so lost that The Joker finds it impossible to leave your side once he places you in bed. He holds you tight, watching you fall asleep, still agitated and worried with all the problems clawing at your restless mind.

You have no idea that he crushed two of his sleeping pills and put them in your whiskey after you told him you’re exhausted. Now J is the one awake, protecting you and your troubled dreams. It’s the most a man like him can do: when you struggle with your own demons, letting someone in might feel like vulnerability. But damn, he doesn’t even care and despite the fact that he hates everyone, there’s still that secret list with a few people he actually likes: the obnoxious Godzilla and three little Pumpkins with no names.

**************

“Tonight I’m going to meet with Jax and get your new medication. Do you want to come?” you raise your voice to cover the girls’ screams: they are chasing each other in the living room.

“Yes, I’m coming. Dolls, calm down!” he warns, being a foul mood: the blood tests came back bad again. And you’ve been fighting a lot lately: his attitude worsened and his patience diminished even more as you scramble to hold it together. The fact you don’t feel too well yourself doesn’t help the situation.

You cram a lot of hundred dollar bills in a suitcase as payment for the drugs while the commotion intensifies.

“I want to…Girls!” The Joker yells and your daughters laugh louder and scream up a storm, staggering around the furniture.

“Huh?” you try to pay attention since you didn’t comprehend what he said.

“Quiet!!” he shouts without success.

“That’s enough,” you tell them also since you notice The Joker is annoyed.

They don’t listen and he snaps:

“Can you SHUT. IT .DOWN ?! Are you all deaf, can’t you hear me ?! ” he lashes out and the triples stop, frightened at how menacing he suddenly is. “ You can’t even die in peace in this house!!! Always so much noise!! Don’t I deserve to die in peace, alone and without being bothered???!!!”

You’re stunned at the harsh words and the girls gather around you, clinging to your dress and shoving themselves into you, scared.

J is taking deep breaths, passing his fingers through his green hair, pissed at the disobedience. You really don’t need this on top of everything else. You take the car keys from the coffee table near you, struggling to make the girls get in the elevator since they are rather terrified at their father’s outburst.

“We’re going to the beach girls,” you sadly smile at them, holding the small bodies close to yours. Usually there would be a bunch of jumping around and excitement at the news, but not today.

Before the elevator’s doors close, The Joker hears one more sentence from a very upset girlfriend:

“You do deserve to die alone.”

*************

It’s so difficult for J to drive on his own to the beach house. He has to pull over a few times since the splitting headache and vertigo prevent him from focusing. After taking some tablets to help out with the discomfort, he’s able to get to his destination. The first thing he does is rush inside the bathroom by the entrance, wanting to wash his face with cold water: he feels so warm.

As he wipes his face by the sink, his eyes wonder on the top shelf of the cabinet and his hands drop the towel: four different pregnancy tests, all positive. You probably wanted to make sure.

“Shit…”, he mutters, grinding his teeth. He keeps on staring at them, fidgeting with his jacket.

“Hey, sweethearts!” The Joker hears you sliding the glass door that faces the beach.“Are you hungry?”

The little voices answer, but he can’t distinguish what. Too windy out there.

“Ok then, I’m coming back out, let me know when you want to eat,” and you exit the house again in order to return to your cozy lounging chair on the terrace, watching the girls building a sand castle a few feet away.

You see his shadow approaching and you curl up, bringing your knees to your chin, ignoring his presence.

“Very quiet at the penthouse, I got bored after 10 minutes,” he sighs and you gaze at the girls that are so caught up in their project that they didn’t detect their father yet.“How many men should we take with us tonight?” J chitchats, yet his effort is neglected. “Do you still want to go and get my medication or should I go alone?”

Since you disregard his questions, he has to resort to the last ace in his sleeve.

“I don’t want to die alone, Princess; I rather have someone irritate me until the last moment. You and the three brats seem to be experts in that. Or is it…four brats?…” he hints towards the little finding in the bathroom.

Silence…

Evie is the first one to notice her father.

“Daddy’s here,” she makes the other siblings aware of The Joker’s whereabouts. They stop their play date and cautiously approach when he signals them to come closer.

Emma squeezes Mia’s hand, halting a few times before being dragged in front of her dad. The triplets look at you, not knowing what to do.

“Why are you crying, mommy?” Evie frowns and J distracts them:

“Who wants to sit in my lap, hm?”

“Me…” the shy answer comes from Emma.

“Me too…” Mia follows, pulling on her ponytail; she does that when she’s nervous.

“Daddy’s mine,” Emma whispers, insecure for once.

“No, he’s not!” she gets pushed out of the way by Evie. “He’s mine!”

“No-ooo!!!” Mia bickers. “Daddy’s only mine!”

“Com’ere!” J puts an end to the fight, lifting all them up on his knees. So hard to fit all three but he succeeds.

You watch them without saying a word, wiping your tears from time to time. He sure has a unique way of apologizing, but you are certain that’s what he means by showing up here when it’s clear he doesn’t feel good.

*************

“You came alone?” Jax lifts his head up from the suitcase you brought him, reckoning the money’s all there. “Is that the medication?” you reply with another question, eyeballing the box on the desk.

“Yes, it is. A year’s supply: an injection every six months. Gossip is it works pretty well; VanCriss Laboratories does a lot of researches in the domain. Hopefully it will work for Mister Joker. How is he?”

“He’s ok,” you cut him short, reaching your hand to take the box .The smuggler has a proposition:

“I can get more of this stuff… for the right payment,” he grins, admiring how pretty you are in the red dress. It’s J’s favorite and you are wearing it because he’s taking you on a date afterwards.

“Money is not an issue. Name your price.”

“Oh, honey, I wasn’t thinking about money,” he winks and you snicker. “Not to be disrespectful, but with Mister Joker being ill, I’m sure he can’t take care of your needs anymore. Such a beautiful woman with nobody to satisfy her.”

You start laughing and hop on the desk, sliding towards him.

“Are you forgetting who I am?” you playfully kick his knee with the tip of your black stilettos. “Not at all. I’m just offering my services,” Jax smirks, caressing your ankles.

“So nice of you, darling, I’m flattered,” the prompt reply makes him full of hope. “But there is only one issue…” and your glossy lips come very close to his. “A Queen only shares the bed with her King,” and you kiss his cheek, amused.

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting?” The Joker knocks with his gun at the cracked door.

Jax frizzes.

“M-Mister J, I didn’t know you came…” the smuggler stutters, suddenly startled.

Your boyfriend creeps inside, his blue eyes darkened by the dim light:

“Say, Jax, does Y/N look like a prostitute to you?”

“W-what?…”

“You just asked her to fuck you. Does she look like a prostitute to you?” J repeats, his fingers tightening on the pistol.

“No, no sir, not at all. I swear I didn’t…”

“Hey, boys!” J shouts, halting Jax’s clumsy atonement. “Does my woman look like a hooker?”

So many voices answering back from outside the room:

“No, sir!”

“No Mister J!”

“No, boss!”

You brought about 25 henchmen with you; they’ve been quietly waiting out there since you got in.

“It’s unanimous: she doesn’t look like a whore,” J cracks his neck, the feeble lighting making him so eerie since he’s skinnier and even more pale than usual.

Jax is freaking out and holds his breath.

“Apparently I’ve been laying low for too long: Gotham seems to have forgotten it belongs to me. My subjects,” he emphasizes, “have the nerve to shamelessly insult me and my girl. I don’t take kindly to such affront!” The Joker signals and you jump off the desk, going by his side.

“Mister Joker, you can take the meds and the money back too,” the idiot tries to fix his huge mistake.

“Oh, trust me: I am, “ J barks, “ even if I don’t need the stupid drugs.” Jax seems confused.

“Didn’t you hear the rumor?” The Prince of Crime yanks at your waist, purring. “I’m going to live forever. Now, if you would excuse me, I have a date,” he places back the gun in his holster and the smuggler exhales, relieved.

You two pass by your men and head out not before J orders:

“You know what to do. Don’t clean the mess, we’re sending out a message!”

*****************

He speeds up towards the club on Savros Street that will be closed all night. It’s opened just for you and The Joker.

“Pumpkin, what do you want to drink?” he takes your left hand and kisses your silver painted nails while you enjoy the breeze coming from the rolled down windows. “I guess I’m stuck with juice, I can’t have any alcohol,” you close your eyes, keeping your other hand on your tummy.

“Yeah, me neither, so we’ll have to manage,” J kisses the tip of your fingers one more time before letting go. “Take a nap; I’ll wake you up when we get there.”

“U-hum,” you get comfortable on your side, excited you are out and about with him.

J continues to drive, only one thing in his mind for the moment: that list of his… with nameless people he likes will have to expand soon. Such a small list, very few people…

But there is always space for one more.