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luvyeni · 4 months

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𐙚 : SOMEONE WALKING IN ON YOU W/ RIIZE (reaction) ֶָ֢ !

content warning. oral ( f. and m. receiving), unprotected sex, being walked in on

request: riize reaction to being cockblocked ...

authors note. i hope you like it babez, i hope this is what you wanted 🩷🫶🏾!!!

MINORS DON'T INTERACT

𐙚 : SHOTARO ֶָ֢ !

embarrassed to say the least; like he can't even look his member in the eye. he didn't even notice sungchan walk into the room , his face nuzzled in between your neck, leaving little marks on your precious skin; heavily breathing as he slowly rocked his hips; his cock rubbing against your clothed heat. "fu-fuck taro." you moaned out — he couldn't take it anymore, he needed to be inside you. he pulled away from you neck, smiling down at you as he unbuckled his pants. "gonna treat you so good baby." he said ready to free his cock out. "fuck you nice." you whimpered out, but before he could, the door came swinging open. "bro you wan— oh fuck im so sorry." he quickly did a 360, closing the door. shotaro was red in the face; just wanting the world the swallow him hole. "i-i thought i locked the door." he said. "it's okay." he whined , the mood no longer there, hiding his face in your neck. "taro it's okay." he shook his head. "no it's not." you just laughed, scratching his head.

"we gotta double che— no triple check the door next time we have sex."

𐙚 : EUNSEOK ֶָ֢ !

annoyed is what he is — cause even if he wasn't doing anything; why the hell are you bursting through his door like that? his members knew that if you were over and his door was closed — then don't come in; apparently sohee didn't get that. "i don't want to hear anything out of you." he pumped his fingers in and out of your pussy, you bit down on your lip hard; keeping all your noises inside as he curled his fingers , your eyes rolling to the back of your head. "look at you slut, going dumb just from my fingers." he smirked. "gonna cum for me?" you felt your orgasm approaching — to bad the door open , making eunseok halt his movement, his head snapping to whoever it was. "hyung— get out, now." he deadpanned. sohee didn't even need to understand what was going on, but he heard to tone of his friends voice and immediately walked out. "fucking hell." he cursed under his breath, turning back to you , his fingers still inside you.

"don't think i didn't feel your cunt clench when he walked in — fucking whore you wanted someone to catch us."

𐙚 : SUNGCHAN ֶָ֢ !

he wouldn't even know to be honest; neither one of you would honestly — when you two have sex , the entire world doesn't exist at that moment, only the feeling of sweet cunt tightening around him as you rode his cock. "sh-shit baby, keep going." he groaned. "that's use my cock baby, fuck yourself on me." his hands coming down to your ass, slapping it. "faster baby." you rocked your hips faster , holding yourself up — bucking up into you. "sh-shit princess you're gonna make me cum." both of your highs vastly approaching. both of you so wrapped up in each other, neither one of you notice eunseok walk right into the room, quickly walking back out. "fuck!" his hips stilling, as your legs shook both of you cumming hard , his cock twitching as he came inside your hole. "fuck baby, you feel so good." he groaned. after he cleans you up , and your both cuddled up in his bed, when you bring it up. "did someone walk in on us?" he shrugged , bringing you closer to his body.

"at least they got a good show, you look so fucking sexy bouncing on my cock."

𐙚 : WONBIN ֶָ֢ !

another one who would be pissed off , he finally got you alone after being bothered all day by his members; not having a minute of alone time — him sitting up against the headboard; you sitting on your knees, in between his legs, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. "fuuuuuck baby that's." he groaned, his hands on your head , pushing you further down on his cock , you gagged on his cock , spit spilling out from the cornrs of your mouth. "make a mess on my cock." this is all he wanted , was to feel your mouth on him, alone on his bedroom; away from everyone — anton clearly didn't get the memo. "hyung food is — oh my god!" wonbin quickly picked up a pillow chucking it at the poor boy who was already trying to get out the room. "can't even get a second of peace in the damn dorm." the moment was clearly gone, you pulled off of him, he tucked himself away. "get dressed." he said. "where are we going?"

"to your house , im not gonna walk around with a hard on because they don't know what

𐙚 : SEUNGHAN ֶָ֢ !

his only worry is if they saw you or not; if they didn't then oh well they should've knocked , he's not gonna focus on it for too long especially if you still want to continue after. "you feeling good princess." he slowly rocked his hips , his cock dragging along your walls, your sweet cunt fluttering around him , both of you in complete ecstacy. "hannie." he hushed you up with a kiss. "shh baby, don't want them to hear how pretty you are." he groaned. you looked so pretty, your chest heaving up and down , tits bouncing with every thrust — your pretty does eyes looking up at him, you looked so good. "fuck baby you're perfect, gonna fill you up with my cum." you were on cloud nine, so you didn't hear the door open or shotaro walking in — you just felt seunghan covering your naked body. "oh fuck im so sorry." he ran out closing the door. "who was that?" he didn't say anything , just continued to rock his hips, you moaned out.

"don't worry about it princess — fuck, just keep your eyes on me pretty girl."

𐙚 : SOHEE ֶָ֢ !

#1 munch right here!! he doesn't care if someone is in the room , when his mouth is on your pretty cunt , lapping up everything you had to offer; your hands yanking at his hair signaling for him to slow down. "fu-fuck sohee." you moaned. "slow down , your friends are still outside." he hummed against your cunt , but he didn't slow down; so drunk on your pussy he couldn't bring himself to slow down, his nose brushing against your clit. "fu-fuck hee, im gonna cum." you whimpered , tugging at his hair , he moaned out. you both swore you locked the door — but that was proven wrong when the door opened , sungchan walking; both of you making eye contact , you shrieked. "of yn im sorry." he covered his eyes, walking out. "so-sohee fuck stop." you pulled him off of you. "what baby?" he wiped his plump red lips. "did you not hear the door open , sungchan walked in." you were heavy breathing. "it's alright baby." he smirked , kissing your clit.

"you should've let him stay , so he can see how pretty you look with you're cumming on my face."

𐙚 : ANTON ֶָ֢ !

he is mortified — the last thing he wanted was for one of his hyungs to walk in on him and you in the current position you were in; but you insisted that you'd be quiet, and he really couldn't say no, especially when you were grinding against his hardening cock. "oh-oh fuck." he moaned, you shushed him. "they'll hear you if you keep making noises." you groaned against his ear, biting down on his lobe. "ca-can't help it." his big hands in your ass, rocking back and forth. "you feel so good." he sighed. wonbin didn't mean any harm , he swore — but the he could've sworn he heard a pained noise coming from antons room; and he didnt know you were there— which lead to him opening the door. "anton you okay?" the horror on all of your faces, wonbin quickly shuffling out the room, yelling "lock the door next time!" it's safe to say both of you were even to scared to continue. "even with the door locked, the fact that he knows what we're doing is haunting me." you climbed off of him.

"i swear i won't even kiss you when he's around , i won't be able to look him in the eyes again."

©️LUVYENI

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iloveaustinelvisandmannymore · 9 months

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Guilty love two

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x chubby reader

Part 1, part 3.

Warning: Ausgt, Thoughts of abortion, Unrequired love?Dilf Toji, Pregnancy, Sad Megumi, Arguments, Age gap, Soft-Meanie Toji, Lovemaking, Creampie, Daddy kink, Marking, Breeding kink, Impregnation kink, Mirror sex, Spanking, bathroom sex, Protectiveness, Allusion miscarriage.

Summary: Loving Toji Fushiguro wasn't easy, especially if you weren't supposed to. You're just the babysitter and a side piece to him, your guilt finally reached its peak when Toji and his girl decided to upgrade their relationship. So with a heavy heart, you left but it seemed you couldn't escape Toji just like that.

'Well, I got what I wished for' you thought bitterly, walking into your apartment, reminiscing about your begging Toji for a baby. What were you gonna do? You sat down your purse at the coffee table and flopped onto your couch, you could always abort it but..this thing, this baby, you placed a hand on your stomach, it was a part of him. Could you go through getting rid of it? You would never have Toji the way you wanted him, so why lose something you never would get from him again? So you were still young but Toji paid you well Besides you always wanted Megumi as yours. It's decided, you were gonna keep it.

Now this begged another question. Should you tell him? Would he even care? You don't believe he would. So that answers that question, You could do this with or without his help.

The following weeks were pure hell. Your favorite food made you sick and the foods you disliked are your new favorites. And regardless of what you ate, it came back up with a revengeful fever, most mornings spent on the cool tile, by the toilet waiting for a wave of nausea to rip itself from you into the said toilet. The support from your girlfriends made it more worth it, anything you needed and wanted was put in your arms. Hangouts were filled with laughter, jokes of their 'innocent' friend was knocked up before them, and how 'motherly' you already were, you haven't smiled as much in your life. But thoughts of Megumi and Toji still plugged your mind, was Toji happy? was Megumi? Did neither of them miss you or have they erased anything that reminds them of you? You'd wasted the day if it wasn't for Asami, she was your rock when nothing else could be. She encouraged, protected, and lifted you at your lows, she became your family, and you thanked whatever or whoever was listening and watching up in the sky.

After weeks and weeks of hellish morning sickness, a mouth passed and your belly grew with a living being. You were out shopping alone when you saw Megumi well he saw you "BABA!!!" a little voice screamed, a little boy ran towards you as fast as his legs could carry him, fat tears flew off his cheeks "Megi?" you muttered as you stepped closer as the boy came closer, he immediately jumped into your chest when he got to you. Fast reflexes graced you as you caught Megumi, The boy shoved his face into your neck, his sobs jerking his small body "There you are you stupid brat!" a mean old-looking woman came forward glaring at the boy in arms, she lunged for him but you pulled back with a heated glare "Don't call him that." you hissed, "Who are you?" the older woman snapped back "I'm his rightful babysitter." you held him closer "Then take care of the little shit, it's not any skin off my back." She huffed before storming away. Oooh, you wanted to deck her straight in her wrinkled face but you didn't need to scare Megumi more than he already was.

"Wanna go home, Wanna go home," he repeated, pulling back to look at you, his eyes puffy and red. "Oh baby, I'll take you home." you gently cooed, rubbing his back "Your father must be so worried-" "No! Don't want to see him! Wanna go home with you!" he cried, holding onto you tight as if he was afraid you'd disappear "Okay, Okay. We'll go home." you kissed his forehead. It was a bit difficult to hold the sleeping boy in one arm and a bag of baby clothes, snacks, and clothes in the other but you managed. You sighed as you sat down on the couch, little Megumi sleeping on your lap, he refused to let you go. Your hand rested upon his spikey hair as you stared at your phone, Toji's contact number glaring at you. You couldn't just let him wonder where his son was, you can't do that.

You

Hey..I have Megumi at my place, he's sleeping. When he wakes up I'll bring him back.

Toji Fushiguro.

Okay. Thanks.

You turned off your phone. Wow did you honestly expect something different? Not really. You rolled your shoulders and looked at the ceiling, the sun cast an orange glow as it began to set and let the moon have its time to light up the night. Megumi started to wake up a good seventeen minutes "Baba?" he whispered as he rubbed his sleepy eyes "Hey Megumi" you smiled softly at him "It's you!." He sat up straight like he had risen from the grave and jumped up, warping his arms around your neck. "I missed you" he muttered, like it was a secret he was ashamed to say "Do you hate me now?" he asked quietly If he was talking by your ear you wouldn't have heard it. A painful ache filled your heart before going away "No, no baby I can never hate you." You pulled back so you could see his face, If the words hurt his sad face hurt worse, his eyes were glossy, and his lips quivered. "Promise?" he looked at you, pleading you to say yes "I promise." You held up your pinkie and that got a giggle out of the boy, he linked his pinkie around yours and squeezed it before hugging you again "Baba?" "Yes, Megi?" "You've gotten bigger." Ouch, that would've hurt if you weren't pregnant "Well that's what happens when a woman is pregnant." you replied "What does 'Pregnant' mean?" he moved back and got comfortable in your lap, his eyes looking at you with curiosity. "It means that she was a baby boy or girl in her belly" "You ate baby!" his eyes widened in terror "No, No. It happens when a man and a woman love each other, and with their love, a new life is created. The baby stays safely in the mom's belly until the baby is ready to come out." "Ooh," Megumi said simply, nodding like he understood. You looked at the clock it was close to his bedtime "Come, it's time to go home." You lift him off your lap "I am home." he looked at his feet "You know what I am." You said softly and took his hand, Together you walked to the place you wished you'd never see again.

You knocked on the door. A groan and footsteps were all you heard before Toji swaged out the door, he wore grey sweatpants that hung on his hips and a tight black tank top, that showed off his bulging biceps and chest more than his usual black t-shirt, and his hair was its normal messy style and his jade eyes seemed greener. His orbs traced down your body, slowly dragging his tongue across his lips to the scar. "I-I'll be goin'-" "Baba's pregnant." Megumi blurted out, Suddenly Toji's irises snapped back up to your face, "Megi, go to ya room. Now." he ordered not looking away, Megumi said a quick goodbye and then scurried off. "So You're pregnant?" he asked bluntly, an unreadable look in his eyes "Yes, I am." You looked at his shoulders, too scared to look into those green pools "How many months?" he stuffed his hands in his pockets nonchalantly "One month." you whispered "Come again?" he moved closer to you "One month." you spoke louder, neither of you spoke for a minute "It's mine?" Toji assumed simply and you nodded "Yeah.."

Toji hummed "We'll get your shit tomorrow." he walked back into the penthouse "What?" you walked in before the door closed "If you thinkin' that 'm finna let you stay, pregnant, With my baby, by yourself? Then you must've got me fucked up Babydoll." he walked into the kitchen, rummaging around in the refrigerator for a drink. You follow after him, ready to protest but he turns to you and gives you that look again. "I'm just g-gonna go umm..lie down. Now." You looked away and gulped, hurrying to his bedroom on autopilot. Why was it that easy for you to submit to him, You didn't know and you started not to care as you lay on the bed, sleep creeping it's way to you.

Toji didn't expect to see you soon again, he didn't expect you'd be pregnant, by his baby never less, but it's been a month, you decided to keep it and He may have done bad shit in the past and yeah he could be a cruel bastard but he'd never make you feel like you had to abort it or go without help. It's not like he had thought of knocking you up, to see that pregnancy glow on you, see you struggle to do things because of your soft tummy growing bigger with his son or daughter getting in the way or to feel you in his arms at night, talking to his baby and you, fast asleep. He knew you'd be a great mother and shit he knew Himari would hate knowing you were staying with him but she ain't the saint she pretends she is. He saw those little text messages between her pathetic 'boy toy' or her little brags to her envious friends about how she got him 'pussy whipped', That never failed to make Toji laugh. The little girl thinks she knows the rules of the game but Toji played this game longer than she had. Why he was gonna marry her? He didn't know and he wouldn't admit to it either. Toji took one last sip of his beer before trashing it and stood up from the couch, he yawned as he walked to his bedroom, he stopped at the entrance of the door, his eyes taking in the you-shaped lump in his bed. Toji shook his head and his scar twitched as he walked to the unoccupied space, on his way he threw his tank top and took his sweats off leaving only his black boxers on. He laid behind you and pulled you against his chest, draping his arm over your stomach.

Toji hasn't slept that well since you left.

As he had said, Toji helped you gather the things you deemed you had to have and move them into his house. Megumi was beaming ear to ear when he saw your stuff in his home, it was like his dream was coming true. It was like you were a family, eating dinner together each night, game nights it..it was like you were his mother, he always wanted that. When you left it like his world no longer had any happiness, he knew it had something to do with his dad, he saw your face the day before you left him, the pain in your face made him want to cry you shouldn't be sad! You should be happy! He was so angry at his dad, that he didn't look nor talk to him, he was the cause of his pain, and he hated him but it all went away, You were back and that's all that mattered.

You have been living with Toji and Megumi for about two months, and it has been wonderful, The days were filled with laughter and smiles, but there were ups and downs too, Himari didn't bother to hide that she didn't like that were living with him or that the baby was his. Every time she was around, her glare burned into your skull, and you could see the rage surrounding her. She wouldn't do anything, she knew you knew that because Toji wouldn't let her. And Toji..he was so soft. There were times it was just you two, you would go out to pick clothes, toys, and anything the baby could want or need, Days where you'd go to eat someplace, and just..talk. He told you about his family, the things he had done and wasn't proud of, about his first love, he confided in you. There were nights when you'd wake up, and Toji sat up on his side of the bed, looking up at the moon, he did this every time he dreamed of her, Megumi's mother. He never wanted to talk about those dreams so you'd just move closer to him, and rest your forehead against his solid back, the tense muscles relaxing from your touch, and he'd turn around, eyes meeting yours, words unspoken but seen and it always ended with the rest of the night, spent sleeping in each other's arms. He was becoming your rock and it seemed, you hoped you were becoming his.

Toji watched Himari order something off the menu of the fancy restaurant that she insisted they go to. He hadn't said a word to her since he picked her up and he didn't want, everything about her, Toji couldn't help comparing her to you. You're kind, never one to judge anybody for wearing something out of 'fashion' or saying something you didn't agree with. You knew his boundaries and you never tried to push them. You never asked for more, and were always humble and grateful for the things you get. And the way your eyes lit up when you talked about something you were passionate about or even disliked, the way he felt at peace just being in your presence.

And the way you felt in his arms, your pudgy form made him so relaxed, worries that he hid so well faded away when he held you at night. Oh how can he forget the times when he did more than just hold you, it has been a while since he had you like that but fuck. Those thick fuckin'-crush-a-mans- skull-thighs wrapped around his slim waist, his hand grippin' your neck as his hardened cock drives into your gummy pussy walls and how he loved when he'd pick you up, the worry and terror in your eyes would be quelled down as he lifts you into the air and drops you down on his length, without a waiver in his stance. Fuck he got to stop thinking about that or he'll get a boner and he didn't need Himari thinking it was for her when he didn't want to even talk to her. You were everything Himari wasn't, and he didn't love her, he never will. "It's over." he bluntly told Himari getting up from the table "What?!" she shot up, slamming her hands down on the round table, Toji put his hands in his dress pants and walked away "Is it because of that pregnant Bitch!?" She shouted gaining people's attention. Toji stopped dead in his tracks, and the whole restaurant held their baited breaths as they felt a dangerous aura coming from Toji "What? She's all that now?" Himari stormed up to Toji, who simply turned to her with cold jade eyes "I'm so-" she tried to start but the tight grip of Toji's hand on her jaw stopped her, Terror welled in her cat-like eyes as she saw the murderous glint in his irises "There's a tip, you ain't hot shit. So don't go mouthin' off on my girl, all you ever gonna be is a toy. Don't ever come around my place again unless you don't want a jaw." he let go of her jaw before he walked out and into his car, driving home.

It was you, he loved you and he was too blind to realize until now but it wasn't too late. He slammed the car door, he needed to see you, he had to tell you what he felt. The trip up the elevator was agonizingly slow, and his heartbeat pulsed within his ears. He found you looking in the mirror at yourself, turned to the side, in the master bathroom, You appeared to have just gotten out of the shower, Toji bit back a groaned at the sight of your naked body, it's been too long. "Fuck babydoll, are ya trying to kill me?" he leaned his arm again the door, his hand unbuttoning his dress shirt "Toji!" you gasped, backing away "That's not my name, doll" he stepped closer, moving on to shrugging off his suit jacket flinging both his shirt and jacket on the floor by the shower, "Daddy?" you mumbled uncertainly "Atta girl." he pulled you into his chest and his lips locking yours. Your eyes widen, his kiss had such passion and want, Was this..real? It didn't matter, your eyes closed, and your tongues swirled around each other, dancing as your lips massaged his, The scar you so longed to feel gave a rough edge but you loved it all the same. Suddenly you were pushed away, turned around, and faced the mirror, eyes lidded and lips turning a different shade, hands on the sink, You watched Toji take off his pants and underwear, the last things between you gone. His emerald orbs watched you through the mirror as he leaned down and kissed your shoulder before he whispered in your ear "I'm fallin' for you." Tears built in your eyes, words you dreamed of hearing from him became true. The tip of his cock, slid between your wet folds, coating it in a glistening essence, and catching on your entrance, which got wetter on every slide "Ready?" he asked before letting some of his saliva drop on his dick, lubricating himself with his spit "Please Daddy, need it!" you begged, wiggling your hips in an attempt to incite him enough to fuck you already. You yelped as a sharp slap met your left butt cheek, and he lined his thick cock to your core, thrusting into you, till your outer lips kissed his base. His firm chest lay against your back and his hands held onto your hips, his lips sucking on your shoulder and his eyes never strayed from your own, his hips drew back, and then snapped forward, his head bumping your cervix with every hard but slow pump, shot jolts of pleasure, Toji wasn't fucking you, no he was making love to you. You cried out when Toji moved you both back, and picked you up, your back still against his ripped chest and your knees held up by his hands, this position shows a perfect view of his cock pounding up into your messy cunt, a creamy ring formed on the base of his dick, created by your juices and his pre-cum. "Fuck! Fuccckk" you mewled, your climax became closer and closer, as Toji now used you like a fucktoy, lifting you up and down on his member, the slapping of your skin with his echoed throughout the bathroom, and the scent of sex was overwhelming "So fuckin' beautiful pregnant with my baby, should've gotten knocked you up sooner." Toji groaned, your pussyhole clenched hard at his dirty words "Hehe, like the sound of that..ahh-fuck..Does babydoll want Daddy to keep her nice and pregnant? Fuck-yeah..Gonna give Daddy a big family." he thrusted quicker, chasing both your climaxes, "'m gonna cummmmm." you babbled, a small bit of drool escaped your lips "Cum, baby." he bit your neck. Your body shook as you orgasmed, Toji grunted as his semen filled your pussy, stuffing your already full cunt. "Fuck Babydoll, careful." Toji laughed as you almost fell when he sat you down on your feet "Shut up." you smacked his abs, making him laugh more.

You both cleaned up before heading to bed, his arms held you in a sleepy embrace, and your head lay on his shoulder, with happiness and love, you fall asleep, now a happy family. Groaning, you stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom, the sudden urge to pee had taken over, you turned on the light and sat on the toilet. You sighed as you finished your business, You were washing your hands when you felt something go down your legs.

Red was all you saw when you looked down.

Bloody red, a puddle of blood.

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am-i-interrupting · 3 months

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Hello really like your posts, especially the Rosie/hazbin stuff.

If you're still doing requests I'd like to ask for ether f!reader accidently calling Rosie mommy in bed and her teasing them about it(NSFW it sfw up yo you) or f!reader giving Rosie a massage after a long day of overlord work

If you can't or don't wanna is cool I just wanted to give my thoughts thanks again much l. Love your blog

The Coil of Springs

Summary: You decided to treat Rosie, help her relax. Little did you know it would have the opposite effect on you.

Warnings: nudity, suggestive themes

You were not a processional masseuse by any means but Rosie seemed content enough. She was relaxed, completely relaxed beneath your touch.

She let out little noises that sparked a fire you tried to put out what seemed like every other second but was realistically every few minutes. You rolled your hand over a spot at the bottom of her neck and she moaned loudly.

“That’s perfect, dear,” she said. “Can you just— oh, like that.”

You’d clench your legs together if you weren’t straddling her back. Instead you opted for a long, slow breath.

It didn’t take a genius to know that Rosie was a busy woman. She was constantly fixing the problems of those in Cannibal Town. It was something she devoted most of her time to. However, it took a special type of person for her to reveal just how stressed the job made her. She’d chosen you to confine in.

You didn’t mind sharing the burden with her. In fact you were honored. Rosie was a very uptight woman so if this is what you had to do to help her loosen up, you’d gladly do it. You couldn’t help but wish though that you could ignore your own feelings while you did.

It was getting increasingly harder to not grind down against her.

You tried focusing on her. You focused on the way it was smooth and glistening from the massage oil. The way it bunched up when you pressed down with the ball of your hand or the tips of your fingers. The quick to disappear red marks from where your applied pressure.

Fucking Hell!

This wasn’t working.

It was just making things worse.

Rosie hummed before she tapped your thigh, signaling for you to get up. You moved to hover over her, thinking she just wanted to adjust her positioning like she had several times already but no. She moved to face upwards.

Now she was making things worse!

Oh, fuck!

Her entire torso was on a sinful display. Her collarbone (which should not be as sexy as it is, fuck her and her modesty), her breasts that moved up and down with each breath, her dull pink but perky nipples, her waist. Oh, she was just too perfect.

She grabbed your hands and placed them along her ribcage. “Could you be a dear and put some pressure here?” she asked.

You were helpless to do anything but comply. Your ran your fingers along her ribs, putting pressure between the devotes.

You could see her face as she made those small noises. The way she’d bite her lip or leave it agape. The furrow and then release of her brow. Her eyes closed at peace.

It was so beautiful. She was so beautiful.

You could ignore the coiling inside you if it meant she got uncoil.

#hazbin rosie x reader #rosie x reader

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mggsv · 1 year

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My Remedy

m!reader x spencer reid (18+)(fluff)(angst sorta but happy ending)

summary: Spencer’s had a rough day at work, and you do your best to make him feel better

warnings: soft dom!reader, sub!spencer, subspace, sir kink, praise kink, milking

“Spence..? Baby..talk to me. Can you hear me?”

“M..Mhm.”

“Sweetheart..i need a clear answer. Let’s stop right here-“

“No- It’s..it’s okay.. keep going.”

His breath hitched as you kissed up his trembling thighs lovingly. Your fingers slipped deeper into your lover’s hole while you watched his glossy eyes, and the faded tear marks on his cheeks. He moaned softly..your name slipping beautifully off his tongue.

Spencer had a bad day at work that day. The way he came into your shared apartment and immediately went to the bedroom without your normal kiss was the first alarm. Secondly, it was the shower water running afterwards. You always showered with Spencer when he got off of work- no matter if you’d taken one already or not. You enjoyed the space you both shared (and washing his hair was a fever dream). You ordered his favorite too, indian food. Hell- you’d starve yourself until he got home and don’t have an issue with it, as long as it was time spent together.

“..Spence?” You frown as you call out to him. You made your way down the hall to your shared bedroom, making your way to the bathroom door. You knock twice before you heard it, faint, but as you leaned your ear against the door you heard him sniffling. “Baby..?” you speak softly, “Are you okay?” He sniffled once more, a faint “no” could be heard.

“..May I come in?” the shower water turns off, and you hear Spencer mutter, “yes..”

You open the door to find your lover sitting on the edge of the tub, looking down at his lap. “What’s wrong baby?” you ask him, taking a seat down on the floor by his long legs. you lean your head on his thigh, smiling softly when he starts to touch your hair.

“Bad day at work.” he sighs.

“We’ve all had those.” you chuckle. his hands pull gently at the strands.

“..it’s just..it was overwhelming. one case after the other i don’t sleep. i think my mental stability just collapsed, i couldn’t proceed with work and came home.” the thoughts made you frown while Spencer shuddered. “i’m sorry for ignoring you.”

“Sweetheart ..it’s okay. How about this: i draw you a nice warm bath, and get the food heated up and then we can head on to bed hm? no boring late night shows, just us in bed.” You stand up and grab his hand, which he gladly accepted. You kept his hand as you turned on the tub water, looking underneath the bathroom sink for his little aftercare basket you had.

“..Baby?” Spencer’s voice filled your ears. You look back at the red figure and raise a brow, “Yes sweetheart?”

“Tonight can we..”

And so it started, Spencer on his back while you fingered his already gaping hole. You watched intensely at the way he tried his best to stay still. Helplessly stroking his little cock, you prod your fingers at his prostate, pressing against it gently.

“feels s’ good..” he moaned, back arching just the slightest. “that’s good baby,” you cooed, biting your lip as you sped up, “i want you to feel good.”

“i wanna- i wanna cum..” Spencer’s bottom starts to twitch, that pool building in his stomach for the third time tonight, “..please sir” he begged, shutting his eyes tightly. your fingers brushed against his prostate once more and he shudders. he felt like jelly against your body. You were so hard.. but this was about making Spencer feel his absolute best.

“fuck fuck fuck-“ he choked out a groan, body twitching even harder, still, you gripped his little cock in your hand and jerked his off faster, thumb shielding his tip. “s..sir please..” he whimpered, rutting against your hand.

“be still baby. you’re doing very good for me, so good” you loom over him and smile softly, leaning down to kiss his nose. Spencer began to spew nonsense as his whole body shook, tears leaking from his eyes once more. “c..can’t hold it” he breathes deeply.

you let up, hands and all. you sit back and watch his cock shoot it’s strings. all over Spencer’s tummy. “sir…s-“ he cried out, thrusting into the air as he kept cumming. you enjoyed milking Spencer, you knew he loved it as well.

Once he calmed down, his body stilled, and you watched it relax.

“Spence…? Baby?” you murmur, grabbing a wash rag to clean his body with. You made sure to grab the aftercare basket with you from the bathroom.

“mm..” he breathed shakily. as you clean his body you notice he’s staring up at the ceiling, eyes clouded and hazy.

“Sweetheart- focus on my voice okay?”

“..mhm” he moans. you touch his body gently. washing him off and kissing each little spot. “come back to me hm? you have food to eat i know you’re hungry.” chuckling softly you kiss his forehead.

“I love you sweetheart.” you say once more

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the-froschamethyst4 · 4 months

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Could you please write some gaz x f reader smut? Maybe breeding kink or anything. There’s not much about him and he deserves more cause let’s me honest..HE IS HOT. 😻. Anyways thanks byeeee

Just a Thought

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Gaz x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐AN: I am SO glad I got something like this. Of course I will and I will deliver 🫡

𖤐Warnings: smut, breeding kink, language, P in V, eating out, fingering, married couple, dirty talking,

𖤐Summary: Kyle's friends all have kids, he's met them before and fell in love with the idea of having his own kids running around his home and taking after him and his wife

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Gaz was coming home from the base. The thought of having his own little family ran through his head.

Everyone he works with has kids. Price, Soap, König, Alejandro, Alex, hell even Ghost.

He has seen the way his friends are with their kids, and it hits him in the heart when he doesn't have kids running to him, wanting to be picked up and spun around when they come to the base every once and a while.

He parks in the driveway and opens the front door to his house. The house was dark with just one light from a room, it was his wife's home office.

His wife Y/n works from home every now and then. Today was just that night. He opens her door and saw her looking at a file and she looked up.

"Gaz, welcome home."

"Hey, angel," he walks to her and kissed her temple.

"How was work?" She asked, he takes his gear off and sat on the light grey chair in front of her desk.

"Boring," he bluntly says.

"How so?"

"Price's kids came and visit today...Y/n."

"Yes?" She looks from her file at Gaz. He placed his hands on his knees and leaned forward and his fingers interlaced with each other.

"Do you ever...want kids?"

"Kids? Gaz where is this coming from?"

"I want kids...with you obviously..."

"Gaz-"

"I want a little us running the house, I want them to come to the base every now and then running up to me, I pick them up and kiss them and love them...but..."

"KYLE! I understand..." Y/n gets up from her desk and walk to him. He leans back and lets her sit on his lap. Her arms went around his neck, she stares at him. "We can give it a try."

Immediately Gaz had picked up Y/n. Taking her to their shared bedroom and placing her on the bed, he starts stripping from his clothes kissing Y/n's lips and his hands traveling up her shirt and squeezing her breasts.

"Oh my god," she moans.

"I can't wait...to see your breasts swell with milk...for our baby," Gaz says in between kissing Y/n's breasts.

"K-Kyle," she moans.

His lips traveled down from her breasts to her stomach.

"I want to see this...this beautiful stomach grow...grow with our baby inside..." he says. Then he moves down to her thighs. "I want to see you...struggle to walk...seeing you need me..." he says. Kissing her thighs and biting her inner thighs.

Seeing the way he looks up at her and the way he comes back up close to her clit. Her skirt being bunched at her hips and her tights being ripped open.

Her heels hit his back and dropped loudly on the floor. He brings her legs up to his shoulders as he started to lick his lips and pulled aside her panties.

He then starts pulling the torn tights off and tossed them somewhere in the room.

"Kyle!" She moans, her heel of her foot accidently dug into his back, he groans but not in pain but likes the feeling of pleasuring his sweet wife.

Y/n's hands went to Kyle's hair pulling at his short hair. His tongue was like magic, she tossed her head back, her head resting in her soft pillow, her thighs wanting to close around his head.

"AH!"

Gaz instinctively smacks Y/n's thigh, definitely leaving a red mark on her thigh. He earns a soft moan from Y/n's lips.

Gaz smirks up at Y/n and looked at her soft face holding back a moan.

"Come on, mamas, moan for me, moan my name," he says with a smirk on his face.

He then moves up and kissed her lips. His hands went under her shirt and started to remove her buttoned shirt and then pulling her skirt off her lower half.

He lines himself up and started thrusting inside of her, quickly and wasting no time. Gaz kissed her lips as he was moving a bit faster.

"God, I can already see you pregnant and needing my help," he groans. He gets closer to her ear, her moans were soft and she could still hear him talking to her. "Your belly will get so big, carrying around our baby..."

"G-Gaz," she moans. She looks down at her back seeing a small scar and some on his shoulder. She leans forward and kissed his scarred shoulder and moaning into his shoulder.

His hands held her back, holding her against his chest, her arms around his neck, she looked like a koloa holding onto him for deer life. As he was thrusting as hard as he could and feeling her squeeze around him and loosening up and squeezing again.

She did it over and over, Gaz himself was a moaning mess.

Gaz leans back sitting on his butt as Y/n was bouncing on his dick, her hands resting on his shoulders, moving her hair from her face and just moaning as she stared into Gaz's eyes, both looking half dazed but still very, very, very active in their sex.

Gaz let Y/n do most of the work but will still thrust up every now and then. Her face was red as the thought of her being pregnant ran through her mind and how Gaz will act when she is big.

"Gaz," she moans.

"I know, I know, I'm close as well," he says, placing his hands behind her head bring her into a kiss and his other hand holding her ass and letting her grind on him now.

She holds Gaz's face kissing his lips and let out a breathy moan feeling cum leak inside of her and her cum dripping from her lower half.

Gaz holds her face to look into her eyes. "I hope our baby looks just like their mama." Y/n's face was red, Gaz was always a flirt for random compliments.

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5 Months later

Just as Gaz said, she would be begging for Gaz's help. Gaz had stayed home from the base and was helping Y/n around the house.

"Gaz can you do the dishes please? My feet hurt."

"Sure, my love."

"Gaz, could you be a dear and help me with the laundry?"

"Of course, little mama."

"Gaz, can you make dinner tonight, I'm too tired."

"I'm on it, love."

Left and right, Y/n would ask for Gaz to do something and he'd do it so willingly. And no argument, he knew better then argue with his pregnant wife.

Y/n sits on the couch rubbing her 5 month belly, she looks at the TV playing a random show she found.

Gaz smiled at his wife and continued dinner.

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A Year Later

Gaz was walking in the base heading to Price's office and once at the door, he hears some talking behind the door. The voices sounded familiar and then a tiny voice calling for her mummy.

"Mummy, when's is daddy coming?" Gaz knew that voice.

Gaz didn't bother knocking on Price's office and saw Y/n sitting on a dark brown chair in front of Price's desk and then a little toddler running to Gaz.

He placed his files down and quickly bent down picking his baby girl up.

"How is my little Skye?" Gaz asked.

"Good daddy," she smiles and wraps her arms around her daddy's neck.

"Are you behaving for mama?"

"Yes."

"Sometimes," Y/n says, getting up from the chair and kissed her husbands lips.

"Shall I give you three some time?" Price asked.

"No, it's fine, I came to give you this and head on," Gaz says as he placed his file down and picked his daughter back up and took Y/n's hand and headed outside of Price's office and were now outside.

Y/n and Gaz were talking as Skye ran up to Ghost and Riley. Skye was petting Riley as Ghost was showing Skye some of Riley's new tricks.

"Were you heading back home soon?" Gaz asked.

"Yeah, we wanted to come see you," she says, standing on her tippy toes and leaning forward and kissing his lips. "See you at home?"

"Of course, love," he says.

"Skye, baby, come on," Y/n says as Skye told Ghost and Riley bye and ran to Y/n taking her hand and heading towards Y/n's car.

"She's a beauty," Ghost says.

"I know...I'm lucky," Gaz says.

"Come on, you hound dogs," Price calls to them.

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mykoreanlove · 3 months

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Hiii!! Can I request you something for Choi Minho??? I've been obessed with him lately. So, maybe something cute like y/n works as a stylist for SHINee and Minho has a crush on her, something along the lines..Thank you!

It was supposed to be fluff but you know how this goes 🙊

Hope you like it! 🥰

DEPRIVED

„Y/N, can you moan for me?“

You choked on your red wine as you heard Minho‘s request. Hastily he got up and patted your back.

„Shit sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.“ His brown eyes looked into yours compassionately.

„You want me to moan for you? What the hell Minho?“

He laughed sweetly, already anticipating your reaction.

„I know how this sounds.“

You rolled your eyes at him judgmentally.

„Oh, do you?“

Minho took the wine glass out of your hand and grabbed your hand lovingly.

„Please, y/n. I haven’t been with a woman for so long. I’m so deprived of femininity, please help me out.“

You always wondered why Minho stayed single and lived a rather boring love life, after all he was in high demand.

Charming personality, banging hot body and cute face. Every girl would get on her knees in an instant, yet he chose to stay alone.

„Deprived huh? What do you want me to do exactly?“

His eyes lit up in anticipation, he had won you over easily.

Minho got up and walked over to the couch, sitting and spreading his legs like an alpha. His personality was shy with you, but his body wasn’t.

„Can you sit on me?“, he asked nervously.

You mustered him for a moment: strong, thick thighs spread apart that made room for you on his lap, muscular arms that waited to grab you and hungry eyes that wanted to devour you.

You had worked with him for ages, was this really a good idea? Your head weighed the pros and cons of overstepping your professional relationship with him but it was your body that made the ultimate decision.

The pull towards him was just too strong.

You got up and took a seat on his lap, feeling his strong thighs underneath you. You placed your delicate hands on his broad chest, supporting you like that.

„Is that okay?“, you asked shyly, not making eye contact with him.

„Perfect“, he whispered. „Even though one thing is missing…Look at me y/n.“

Your heart fluttered fast as his thumb grabbed your chin and tilted your head up, making you gaze into his eyes deeply.

„Hi“, he chuckled softly. You broke out in laughter, joining him in this serene moment. „Hi, Minho.“

„Does this feel weird?“

You shook your head truthfully. This felt far from weird, it actually felt kind of nice.

He smiled contentedly, glad that you felt the same way.

„What do you want me to do now?“

Minho cleared his throat and asked for kisses on his throat, something he absolutely adored.

You placed your soft lips on his throat, kissing it lightly before you started sucking on the thin skin, almost marking it.

„Cautious y/n, my stylist is going to kill me if I show up bruised“, he chuckled. „Oh, sorry“, you apologized and traced his jaw line instead, pampering him with sweet, little kisses. Minho‘s head fell back in pleasure, he had missed this so much. As your lips found his earlobe he shot up rapidly, holding his breath patiently.

„Can I touch you?“

You nodded and seconds after you felt his strong arms wrapped around you, his big hands sliding all over your body. You nibbled on his ear which elicited a deep growl from him. Fuck, this made you feel some things.

Minho‘s voice got even deeper as he complimented your kissing style. „I liked that, y/n. I really fucking liked that.“

Slowly, you whispered into his ear: „I know something that you like even more.“

You started circling your hips on him, feeling all of him now. You were right, he liked that even more.

„Fuck me, why are you so good at this“, he licked his lips, thinking about his next move.

„I’m good at everything, Min“, you smirked as you looked him in the eyes and grinded on him. His hands were glued to your ass, squeezing and massaging with full hands.

„Remember what you had asked of me?“

He nodded his head eagerly.

You leaned over and brushed his ear with your lips, sighing heavily into it. The grip on your ass got tighter as Minho tried to control himself. But you wanted to play, so you took things to the next level. Sighing turned into small whimpers which then turned into needy moans, all while circling your hips on his hard erection.

„You’re making me lose my mind, y/n“, he breathed out heavily.

„Isn’t this what you wanted?“

He nodded again, desperate for more of you.

„I want more though“, he stated.

You leaned back once more and mustered his face, his eyes were dying with need.

Need for you.

You leaned in and brushed his plush lips with yours, softly while whispering: „Not like this, Minho. Date me for real and we‘ll see.“

You got up from his lap and grabbed your things, making your way to the exit. He was unable to move, but called after you.

„Y/N, wait. What was this then?“

You turned around and winked at him playfully.

„A preview.“

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sapphire-writes · 1 year

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Down in Flames (modern!HOTD) 4

previous ~ next ~ series masterlist

pairings: modern!Aegon x Reader & modern!Aemond x Reader

summary: Tensions rise between you and Aemond. You begin to feel guilty but you're not a bad friend, right? The band celebrates the completion of their album.

warnings: 18+ spicy stuff below the cut (p in v, fingering, spanking) language.

word count: 4.7k

note: hope you enjoy this part! 💚

masterlist

“You dirty, dirty girl,” Baela says, in the middle of Stepstones, causing an older woman to glare at her from the table she sits at.

Your eyes widen as you send the woman an apologetic smile. She shakes her head at you, returning to her laptop, placing headphones in her ears. You turn back to Baela who is smirking at you, arms crossed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you tell her, continuing to wipe the counter.

Baela snorts, walking next to you.

“Pretend all you want, you can’t hide these,” she says, pulling your hair from your neck, exposing the dark purple kisses that mark a trail down your throat.

You swat away her hand, fixing your hair to cover them once more. Baela bites her lip, her eyes aglow.

“Was he good?” Baela asks, eyes wide with curiosity.

“Fuck you feel so good.”

You blink, as your best friend desperately awaits all the dirty details.

“Who?”

“Cregan of course!” Baela says, shaking her head.

“Oh- right,” you say. Shit. Baela is your best friend. You can’t remember ever lying to her.

Baela laughs at your expression, your deer in the headlights look.

“I guess he really did it. He fucked your brains out,” Baela teases.

Baela sticks her finger in your ear causing you to yelp.

“Yup, I see brains!” she says examining her finger.

You can see Aemond’s face, feel his cock inside you still.

“Yup,” you squeak.

“You gonna come for me?”

You swallow hard, and blink, trying to rid yourself of the memory. You can feel the desire pooling in your stomach at the thought, and the dull ache that has resided in between your legs since you left the apartment.

You’ve been in a haze ever since.

Jace calls your name several times, though you had not noticed.

You hadn’t planned on coming to the studio the following day, you wanted as much space between you and Aegon (and Aemond) as humanly possible. But you stopped by during their lunch break against your better judgement to deliver Baela and Rhaena some food.

Aegon was not there when you arrived.

You could hardly look Rhaena in the eye as she smiled at you, accepting the takeaway. You feel like such a shitty friend, the guilt gnaws away at your stomach each time you meet her violet eyes.

Aemond is standing next to the grand piano as Helaena plays a new song. He barely glances at you when you enter. Its the first time seeing him since the other night.

After your escapade, you had pulled down your dress, and left the apartment, without looking back. You had yet to speak to Aemond about what had occurred.

“Yo!” Jace says, waving a hand in front of your face.

You blink, shaking your head, trying to clear your racing thoughts.

“She’s a little distracted today,” Baela says apologetically, causing Jace to raise his eyebrows.

“She’s been like this all week,” Rhaena says snickering, “because of her new fuckbuddy.”

You swear you can see Aemond’s ears perk up at Rhaena’s sentence, swear a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he turns his head ever slightly.

“Oh?” Jace squeaks, not meeting your eyes, clearly embarrassed by the conversation.

“Mhmm,” Baela says, placing a kiss on his cheek, “Y/N got dicked down real good.”

“Okay stop,” you beg as you watch Aemond definitely smirks this time.

Baela makes a face at you.

“What? Jace doesn’t care,” Baela assures, though Jace’s face would disagree, “besides there is no way in hell I’m gonna stop talking about my bestie getting the best dick of her life. You’ve been out of your mind all week. I’m about to send Cregan flowers.”

Your face is beet red, the mortification settling in your bones as Aemond glances to look at you. He meets your eye, a cocky, amused look on his face.

Fucking Baela.

Whatever, you suppose. It was a one time thing, and it was never, ever going to happen again. Aemond could hold onto that for all its worth, and torture you into embarassment if he wished. It was a one time thing.

Aemond keeps looking at you, holding your gaze.

A one time thing.

His lips curl in a smirk, eye dropping to scan the outfit you wear. You had to admit, you’d spent a decent amount of time getting ready to drop by. Just in case.

A one time thing.

He takes his time, looking over every inch of you. It sends a ripple of desire through you, your thighs clench together. It appears your efforts have been rewarded.

A one time thing.

Your lips part as he meets your gaze again, cheeks on fire.

A ONE TIME THING.

“Y/N!” Baela says, suddenly shaking your arm.

You break away from Aemond’s gaze.

“Okay, seriously, what is up?” Baela asks, “is it Aegon? Are you worried about what he’ll think?”

You open your mouth to speak, but Luke answers for you.

“Don’t worry about him, Y/N,” Luke says, shaking his head.

“I’m not,” you tell him, though Baela raises an eyebrow at you.

“Seriously, Aegon and I are cool,” you insist, “I’m his date to the party still.”

“Dragonpit!” Rhaena calls from the couch, pumping her fist in the air.

Luke looks toward her, a smile breaking across his face at her excitement. You force a smile as Rhaena meets your eyes.

“It’s going to be insane,” Rhaena assures you, smiling happily.

You watch her eyes flicker to Aemond, but she looks away quickly, appearing nonchalant.

“It’ll be great,” you agree, nodding slightly, “you guys deserve it.”

“Hell yeah we do,” Luke agrees, moving to sit beside Rhaena.

He attempts to steal one of her fries, and she playfully swats his hand away. Luke pretends to be offended before trying once more. Rhaena allows it this time.

You swallow hard, feeling Aemond’s eye on you. You have to get out of here.

“Where you going?” Baela asks as you make your way toward the door.

“I’ll see you tonight, at the Dragonpit!” you call behind your shoulder, pushing through the door.

Baela’s face scrunches in confusion watching you leave.

“You don’t want to stay-okay then,” she doesn’t finish, you’re already out the door.

Baela sticks her tongue into the side of her cheek, crossing her arms before looking to Rhaena. Rhaena merely shrugs.

“Good dick makes you crazy I guess,” Rhaena says, shrugging.

You get ready before Baela and Rhaena arrive back at the apartment, as you’re hoping to avoid them. Aemond has you all messed up, it feels like you can’t breathe. God you feel like such a bad friend, such a bad ex girlfriend. Especially when Aegon comes to pick you up.

“You look great,” he tells you, eyes roaming your body.

You chose a red dress, that hugs you in every way a good party dress should. The neckline is low, revealing the tops of your breasts. You’ve opted for no tights tonight, since your favorite ones now lay stuffed in the bottom of your trashcan ripped to shreads.

“You too,” you tell Aegon, giving him a soft smile.

You’re not lying, he looks all rockstar. Hair slicked back off of his face, dressed in all black. You keep your hands to yourself on the ride to the Dragonpit, though Aegon’s hand does find its way to rest on your knee as he drives. Then it creeps up to your thigh, cold rings pressing into your skin. Old habits die hard, you guess.

Shame prickles your skin at his touch, at the memory of Aemond’s hands on you.

Just one more evening. Just get through tonight and everything will be fine.

“Hottie!” Baela calls when you enter the club.

She throws her arms around you, leading you toward where everyone sits. The club is incredible. Green lights fill the room, bathing everything in a stunning jade. Music booms from the speakers as people begin to dance, some lounge on leather couches in different sections of the club.

“You look stunning,” you tell Baela, who does a little twirl.

The purple dress and knee high boots make Baela look like a goddess.

“Jace is a lucky guy, what can I say,” Baela says winking at you.

“Hey Y/N!” a familiar voice purrs.

Your head snaps toward the sound of it.

Alys.

He fucking brought Alys.

She smiles, lips her signature blood red color. The green dress she wears leaves little to the imagination as she leans forward taking a sip from her cup.

“Alys,” you say, forcing a polite smile, “nice to see you again. So soon.”

“Mhmm,” she answers, leaning back into Aemond.

Your eyes flicker to him. His expression is unreadable as his violet eye watches you. He looks good.

Like, really good.

Your try to keep your expression neutral as you take him in. The boys must have coordinated for the night, they’re all wearing all black. Aemond’s silk shirt is open at the top, revealing his chest. He wears a different chain tonight, nothing hanging from it. You swallow hard.

“Aemond,” you say, politely. He tilts his head, acknowledging you.

A one time thing then. Looks like Aemond and you were just going to pretend it never happened. Good, you supposed, that’s how it should be. So why was your stomach suddenly in knots at the sight of his arm around Alys?

Helaena makes her appearance then, easing the tension in the space. She looks incredible, like a silver star with her flowy dress that matches the shade of her hair. Her lilac eyes are coated in a silver eyeshadow as well, cheeks painted with highlighter.

“So glad you’re here,” she says giving you a loving embrace.

You hold onto her tightly, breathing in her familiar scent.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” you tell her with a smile.

As you look over her shoulder, you spot Rhaena making her way over. She keeps her eyes averted from Aemond and Alys, though you note the blush that forms on her cheeks, and her forced grin.

“Hey, Y/N!” Rhaena says, taking a sip from her cup, “are you drinking tonight? Cause I am drinking tonight.”

You raise an eyebrow at her. She’s definitely upset that Alys is here.

“Hell yeah,” you tell her, and her smile finally meets her eyes.

You’ll tell her. Soon. But not tonight.

Aemond rises from his position on the couch suddenly, and pushes by you. Alys trails behind, a green shadow.

“What’s his problem?” Rhaena snaps, tone angrier than usual.

You spot the source of Aemond’s mood shift, as Cregan walks through the door, a goofy grin on his face.

“What is he doing here?” you hiss to Baela, whose eyes lit up when he entered.

“I invited him, dummy!” Baela said waving to Cregan, “a thank you would be nice.”

Cregan walks over to you, a smile on his face. Your eyes are about to roll out of your head as Baela pushes you toward him.

“Thanks for the invite,” Cregan says, running a hand through his hair, “I thought you may not be interested anymore when you didn’t text me.”

“Oh she's interested,” Baela says from behind you, “she’s been thinking about that d-”

“DRINK!” you shout, causing Baela to make a surprised face, “I’ve been thinking about that drink that we are getting. Together. Now.”

You take Cregan’s arm and lead him toward the bar. Baela’s eyebrows knit together as she watches you lead Cregan to the bar.

She looks at the expression on your face, the nervous blush, before looking for her other friends. Baela catches Aemond at the other side of the bar, Alys beside him still. But his gaze is fixed on someone else.

Baela follows it, landing back on her best friend. She looks at Aemond once more, the clenching of his jaw. Back to you. Watch you nervously wet your lips, while playing with your hair. Your leg is bouncing uncontrollably.

Baela’s eyes are moving as though she’s watching a tennis match between you and Aemond.

No, she thinks to herself, no fucking way.

Aemond meets her eye briefly, before looking away.

Caught you.

You can feel Aemond’s eye burning a hole through the back of Cregan’s head and right into your face. Fucking hypocrite.

You try to listen to what Cregan is saying, taking small sips of your drink, nodding, and acting engaged. But you can’t focus on the cute guy in front of you. All you can feel is that purple eye watching you from across the bar.

You can feel sweat bead on the back of your neck and the room suddenly feels too hot, too crowded. You look around for your friends, but they’re lost in the excitement of the crowd. You spot Otto on the balcony sharing a drink with Larys Strong, some producer you’d met a handful of times.

You look back at Aemond and Alys, meeting his eye as Alys brings a hand to his chest, whispering something in his ear.

“I’m so sorry,” you cut Cregan off as he’s in the middle of story, “I just really have to go to the bathroom. Wait here?”

Cregan nods, and it hurts your heart. His smile is so nice, so kind. You should stay.

You make your way through the crowd, bumping into Baela. She’s slung around Jace, mid dance.

“Where you going gorgeous?” she asks, smiling wide.

“Bathroom!” you yell over the music.

“I’ll come with!”

“No!” you insist, causing her to frown, “No, I’m good. I’ll just be a sec.”

Baela watches you leave, a frown playing on her lips.

Down an empty hallway you find another bathroom, single stall. The handle is unlocked, thank the gods, and you push inside, letting the door slam behind you. You throw your clutch at the wall, and it makes a loud bang as it hits the toilet paper dispenser.

You rest your palms on the counter of the sink, staring at your reflection in the mirror. Your heart is hammering out of your chest. The image of Alys with her hands on Aemond has your stomach churning.

What is wrong with you?

“Get it together,” you whisper to yourself, watching your cheeks flush with color, “you are not freaking out.”

You raise an eyebrow at your reflection.

“You are not jealous.”

You are jealous.

“You are not,” you insist, though your reflection seems to disagree.

You’re so frustrated you could cry, you want to let your fist lash out and smash the mirror to shards. The music becomes louder as the door opens, causing you to whip around.

“What are you doing?” you hiss, as Aemond closes the door behind him.

He flicks the lock into place.

“What’s wrong?”

What is wrong? You’re not even sure where to begin.

“God I am not your fucking problem Aemond!” you growl, rolling your eyes at him.

He raises a brow at you. The scent of his cologne is starting to fill the small space, making your heart pound faster.

“Whatever,” he says, but he doesn’t move.

Your breathing is labored as he watches you, and your mouth twists into a frown.

“Go back to Alys,” you snap, crossing your arms.

His lip twitches.

“You’re furious,” he breathes, inching closer.

“Go fuck yourself,” you tell him, but it only makes him smile wider.

“You are,” he says, taking a step closer, “What? My cock’s got you territorial already?”

Your jaw drops.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you snap, scoffing, trying to appear unbothered.

“I know you, Y/N,” he stalks closer to you, trapping you against the sink, “I’ve seen you with my brother for the past two years.”

He brings his hands to your hips, thumbs brushing against your hip bones. Everything zeros in on where he touches you. It feels like you’re on fire.

“All that time, I’ve never heard a fraction of the noises you made the other night, from a fucking quickie,” he tells you, causing your face to flush with embarrassment.

“You have no idea, all the ways I want to fuck you,” he murmurs against the shell of your ear.

Fuckfuckfuck.

“I wanted to, that night at The Red Keep,” he told you. You remembered him watching you. The look on his face, how he titled his head at you from across the room.

“You were such a fucking tease,” he purrs, moving a strand of hair behind your ear, “you know how hard I was? Watching you dance?”

You feel your thighs clenching together, as the feeling of his lips on your ear. You bite your lip, eyes fluttering shut.

His hands move to your ass, slender fingers digging into the soft tissue.

“I wanted to bend you over my knee right there,” he tells you, “turn this ass ten different shades of red. Get you all nice and wet. Make you beg me to fuck you.”

You’re close to begging him right now, as he takes your earlobe between his lips. A breathy wine escapes your lips and you can feel your pussy clenching around nothing, aching to be filled.

“Better late than never.”

Your eyes snap open at his words, before Aemond is spinning you around, pressing your torso onto the sink so you’re bent over in front of him. Your eyes meet his in the mirror, taking in the ravenous expression on his face.

He scrunches your dress up, revealing your ass to him. Aemond breaks your gaze, admiring the sight in front of him, squeezing the soft cheeks. He loops his slender fingers through your lace underwear, bringing it down to your ankles. You wore cute underwear, not that you expected this to happen. No, of course not. You feel the cool air against your slit, you’re already soaked.

Aemond releases a growl, low in the back of his throat, marveling at the sight of you bent over in front of him.

Slap.

His hand comes down hard on your ass, and you cry out, quickly bringing your hand to cover your mouth. Aemond quirks an eyebrow at you.

“None of that,” he tells you, “there will be other times to make you scream.”

You bite into your palm as his hand makes contact with your ass again. Your legs begin to shake from the mixture of pleasure and pain; with every slap he gives you a shockwave of pleasure goes through your center, soft whimpers leave your mouth but you do not talk back.

You turn your head, watching Aemond in the mirror. The look on his face is almost indescribable. A lusty haze covers his seeing eye.

You assume he’s satisfied as he begins to rub relief into your burning cheeks. Hopefully he’s created the color he wanted.

“Good girl,” he growls, before picking your right leg up, bending it at the knee, and resting it on the edge of the sink. You feel Aemond’s fingers run through your silky folds, and he releases a chuckle as he feels the wetness there.

“Liked that did you?” he says, meeting your eyes in the mirror and grinning wolfishly. Your cheeks are flushed, breasts pressed against the counter of the sink, but you say nothing.

Aemond likes you stubborn. It’s what attracted him to you in the first place. His eyes light up, and he presses a finger inside of you, curling the long digit. Your jaw slacks as he begins to fuck you with his finger, other hand securely on your knee, keeping you open on the sink.

“You’re an asshole,” you squeak, only causing his grin to widen, and for him to push another long digit into your weeping cunt. You curl your fingers into fists as he works you open. His eyebrows raise.

“Am I?” he asks, his voice dripping with smugness.

His fingers are searching within you, pressing against different spots as he thrusts them. Then he finds it, that sweet spongy section the head of his cock pressed against a few nights back. As the pads of his fingers stroke against it you convulse, unable to control your moans. Aemond hums at his success.

“There it is,” he murmurs, fingers curling against your g-spot. A sharp, desperate wine leaves your lips as pleasure washes over you, tingling down your legs and up your spine. Aemond brings his hand to cover your mouth.

“Shhh,” he whispers, “don’t want anyone to hear, now do we?”

The music from the launch party is muffled through the bathroom door, it makes the very walls of the room vibrate.

Aemond has a wild look in his eye as he takes in the sight before him in the mirror. The glazed over look in your eyes as he fingers you towards orgasm. Your thighs begin to shake and you wail against the palm of his hand as your orgasm crashes over you, pussy clenching around his fingers nearly forcing them out of you. Aemond holds tight, fucking you with his long digits through your orgasm until you are a trembling mess against him.

Aemond removes his fingers from your throbbing center, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean. He moans at the taste, maintaining eye contact through the mirror the entire time. Your face is flushed, eyes wide in surprise at the action.

“I can’t wait to eat this fucking pussy,” he tells you, unzipping his pants and releasing his cock. He strokes himself as you watch, the tip of his cock red and leaking with precum.

“But you’ll just have to be patient,” he purrs, lips curling up at the sight of your hopeful expression.

“Because when I do that,” he says, grabbing your face and turning your head towards him. He places a sloppy kiss on your lips, shoving his hot tongue into your mouth making you groan. Aemond pulls away, smirking, still fisting your hair.

“I want to take. My. Fucking.Time,” he finishes, before releasing you. He positions his cock against your entrance, hesitating for a moment.

“Are you sure you want to do this again?” he asks.

“Yes,” you tell him.

He grins.

“Sure?”

You roll your eyes at him.

“Don’t make me beg.”

“I’d like to hear you beg.”

You push your ass against him, the tip of his cock sliding in. Aemond’s jaw slacks as your wet heat threatens to engulf him.

“Another time,” he murmurs, pushing into you.

It feels just as glorious as the other night, the stretch his cock allows you. You can feel every inch of him as your pussy greedily suctions him.

“Aegon’s a fucking idiot,” Aemond says, wrapping his hand around your throat.

“I don’t wanna talk about him,” you choke out, as he begins to jackhammer into you. Aemond’s grin is sadistic, as he easily slides in and out of your tight, wet heat.

“I bet you don’t,” he groans, continuing his assault on your fluttering pussy. Fuck he loves the way you feel around him. Aemond holds your head up, making you look at your reflection.

“Look,” Aemond commands, “look at how pretty you look when I fuck you.”

You look out of your mind with pleasure, lips bruised from his kisses. Your hair is disheveled and fading love bites from your first encounter mark a trail down your neck. Mascara bleeds down the corners of your eyes. Your pupils are blown wide with pleasure.

Aemond leans down, his face next to yours.

“Do you like how I fuck you?” he purrs against your ear. You nod. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” you cry, far past the point of being embarassed, “Aemond I fucking love it.”

The look on his face is insatiable. Your words ignite a fire within him and he snaps his hips into you, wet squelches filling the space. You can’t believe how aroused he makes you, you can feel your slick coating your inner thighs. The head of his cock pushes perfectly against your g-spot, every thrust leaves your legs shaking from pleasure.

“I fucking love it,” you repeat. It’s a pathetic whimper, tears appear in your eyes and you are drunk with the pleasure Aemond is giving you, clutching the counter turning your knuckles white.

“Good girl,” Aemond praises, “good fucking girl.”

“Yes,” you tell him, repeating the word over and over again, feeling the coil in your abdomen about to come undone.

You’re a babbling mess, pussy clenching around his thick cock. Aemond’s thrusts are becoming sloppier, and the dam within you breaks. You feel yourself squirting all over his cock, covering him in your release.

Aemond’s mouth is open as he thrusts into you a few more times, prolonging your orgasm as he chases his.

“Such a pretty girl, cumming all over my cock,” he tells you, as he finds his release finishing within your tight heat.

You stay in the position you’re in for a moment, eyes locked in the mirror coming down from your highs. You feel Aemond’s cock softening within you, and you cannot help the whimper that leaves you as he unsheathes himself from you.

“Fuck,” you hiss, moving your leg off of the sink, shimmying your dress down your legs as Aemond’s release coats the inside of your thighs. He grabs some tissue, before kneeling in front of you.

“What are you doing?” you ask, voice shaky from the intensity of your orgasm.

“Just let me,” he says, nudging your thighs apart. He gently rubs the tissue, collecting the slick that remains and coats your inner thighs.

Shit. You can’t believe this happened again. Here of all places.

Your thighs tremble as he continues to clean you.

“You alright?” Aemond asks, looking up at you. You give him a weak nod, hips jerking as he drags the tissue against your swollen clit, just enough that you feel the shape of his fingers against you.

“Good,” he tells you, before standing.

He tosses the tissue into a trashcan.

“Cause I’m not done with you,” he tells you, unlocking the bathroom door.

Your heart jumps into your throat.

“What?” you ask, and he moves back over to kiss you.

It’s cruel how much you enjoy kissing him, the feeling of his hand holding your face, his tongue slipping into your mouth dragging a moan out from the back of your throat.

“I like fucking you,” Aemond says, a hand still holding your cheek, “I like fucking you very much and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”

Your eyes are wide as you take in what he’s saying.

“And I think you like fucking me too, in fact,” a smirk comes to his face, “you fucking love it.”

Your lips part as he opens the door, holding it for you. You turn to the mirror for a moment, dabbing your mascara, running a hand through your hair so it looks a little bit less like you just were slutted out by Aemond Targaryen in a bathroom.

You exit the bathroom, Aemond trailing behind you, materialzing back to the main room.

“Y/N!” Baela says, hurrying over to you, “girl you took so long where-”

She stops noticing Aemond behind you, watching how he tucks his shirt into his pants. Baela scans you, your flushed cheeks, your bruised lips.

“Y/N-” Baela says, her eyes wide.

“Bae-”

You’re interrupted by Luke who shoves his way between you.

“Out front!” Luke says, grabbing onto your arm, “Drama. Aegon. Not good.”

You and Baela move quickly, Aemond following as you make your way to the front of the Dragonpit. A scuffle has occurred, fists are being thrown every direcition. You spot the top of Aegon’s silver head.

“Fuck you, Cargyll!” he shouts, landing another punch.

Jace leaps forward, wrapping his arms around Aegon, pulling him off of the guy. Helaena moves forward as well as tears stream down Aegon’s face. She kneels before her brother, wearing a concerned expression.

“What happened?” Rhaena asks, joining the scene.

“I don’t know,” you tell her, meeting Baela’s eyes.

The commotion has calmed, and several people are escorted out of the Dragonpit. Aegon remains with Jace, as someone approaches him.

“Aegon Targaryen?” the stranger asks.

“Who’s asking?” Aegon spits.

The man hands him an envelope.

“You’re being served.”

You and your friends go silent as Aegon takes the envelope, a confused expression on his face. You look at the envelope and note the wax seal of non-other than Rhaenyra Targaryen. Well shit.

note: not Aegon being SUED 🫣 hope you enjoyed!! ily ily ily

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porflenet · 8 months

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NSFW HC's | König

tags: nsfw MDNI, mean!König, dom!König, degradation+praise, hunter/prey (just mention), little bunny/slut/whore/bitch used as a gn!term, gn!reader, rough sex, jealous/obsessive!König, master used for König, edging to König, overstimulation to reader.

word count: 1993

commentary: This man awakes things in me, this gif of him awakes things in me. Just take this König brainrot, tried my best to make it completly gn, if you see something that was gendered please do tell me so. English is not my first language, enjoy!

König takes a long time to cum, when he was younger he got pretty frustrated while trying to pleasure himself, always edging himself without wanting it, not being able to finish because he was taking way longer than he wanted to.

Getting older he learned how to pleasure himself, but unconsciously developed a liking for edging, which makes him get pretty rough when he is about to finally have an orgasm.

He has anxiety and it shows in how he loves control. Everything needs to be the way he wants to, or he will be mad. Of course he doesn’t have the harshness of a Colonel in bed, but definitely the authority.

He is mean, but normally he is a good mix of degradation and praise. Even more when he is back from a mission that went south, or he had a stressful day in base, degrading you until you’re crying and cumming all over his cock, making sure you’re overstimulated until the words coming out of you sound more like a false language, tears falling from your eyes while you desperately tries to get away from his hold, his cock deep inside you while his hold in your hips start to mark your skin with a mix of red and purple.

He subconsciously lets everything go when he is with you, hand on your neck while the other holds you in place against him, forcing you to hump over his clothed bulge. The way you whine quietly and hold on to him with all your strength while you make a mess on his cargo pants. He loves watching you lose yourself while trying so hard to not make a sound.

That’s why he is addicted to fucking you where there is a high chance of you two getting caught. At first his anxiety would win over his wants, even if you looked so tempting getting down on the ground of the armory to take some bullets that fell down, or how your ass was in the perfect position to just take you right there while you were leaving your report on his office.

But once he gets over his initial paranoia, you better run if you’re not that comfortable with quickies all over the base. He is a Colonel after all, and what if he abuses his power to have his way with you whenever he wants?

He adores to see you fighting for your life to not make a sound or to stay as still you can when someone enter the room you two are fucking behind some boxes, while he keep thrusting into you making your legs lose it’s strength, forcing him to hold you up and go deeper into you. The way you let go a shake breath, almost groaning, when whoever that was around finally leaves the place, only for him to go harder, his cum shooting inside you while he covers your mouth to muffle the moan you make while milking his cock with your orgasm.

You’re his nasty little bunny (he will call you his little bunny independent of gender/stature), his favorite pet name for you since I think he is a big fan of hunter/prey, and he would make sure to treat you as such, even more when it’s punishment time.

Like I said before, he is mean on default, but if he is angry at you, this man shows you his colors. Maybe you smiled too much at a rookie, or you laughed too loud to a joke that he didn’t tell, hell, when he is in one of his moods, just not looking at him enough is a reason for you to be bent over, ass up and taking everything he does because you’re just a whore who doesn’t know your place.

He is pretty possessive and jealous, he doesn’t share what is his, and he will protect you no matter what he needs to do, and when I say that I mean it for real. What are some more war crimes if it means you’re safe and in his arms?

He doesn’t really like to use his mask while with you, not because he associates it with his job or anything, mostly because it’s quite annoying needing to move it out of his mouth when he wants to kiss or eat you out. But when he wants to punish you he puts it on, because he knows how you get when he is in his full gear, and he wants to make sure you completely lose it for him only.

Little to no prep in moments like this, he knows you can take it, maybe it will hurt but you had worse don’t you? After all you’re just a slut pet who forgot who your owner is, he needed to make you remember, right? You may complain from the pain at the beginning, but you will be moaning his name in no time.

Bites you all over, making sure the mark of his teeth is well seen all over your neck and shoulders. Bites the inside of your things while shoving three finger inside you in one go, you groan in pain but fuck, you loved when he is like this.

He almost cum in his underwear hearing you beg for him to use his mouth, cock, anything that is better than his fingers, not like it wasn’t amazing to have them inside of you like this, but you needed more.

He makes you beg and apologize multiple times, it’s your fault that he needs to do this, or else you will lose your focus on him, how could you smile like that at that weak rookie? You know that you’re only allowed to be this tempting only for him, don’t you know how many of the others in the base wished they were the one to fuck your brain numb like this? You better be sorry for being such a whore with everybody.

Tears fall from your eyes out of frustration and overstimulation, desperate for him to just forgive you, you’re such a good toy for him, you just want to be used by him, only him, you’re his good little bitch.

“Please, Kö! Fuck me already! I need you inside me so much, I need to feel your big cock in me, please!” You say weakly while you grab the arm he is using to fuck you numb, looking pitifully at him while you feel another orgasm approaching.

“Kö?” His voice was deep and husky with need, pushing his three fingers deep inside you again while watching you roll your eyes while arching your back. Getting closer to you to whisper in your ear “You know what I like to be called, little bunny.”

You try your best to control your orgasm and let the words out, only to almost scream the words while the orgasm leaves you seeing white dots and your body arching uncontrollable “M-Master! I’m your bitch, your good pet, your- Hnng!” He hits that special place inside you making you almost choke in your words. “Per- Perfect toy! Fuck! Just shove your cock in me Master, fuck, please, please!”

The way this man fucks you after you use the magic word is insane, he wanted to watch you break a little longer, but his dick was painfully hard, and hear you beg like this, how could he deny what his perfect toy want so much?

König grabs your hair with his free hand while taking out his fingers from inside you, a sound of complain escaping your lips while you are pulled by your hair to kneel down on the ground, while he struggles to quickly open his belt with one hand while he hungrily licked his finger under his hood, making sure to make it as loud as possible alongside with his moans so to watch you shake in pleasure under him.

Shoving down his pants and underwear to free his cock, rubbing it around your face, making his precum join all the mess of fluid over your face.

He pushes the tip against your lips and you gladly comply, opening your mouth the most you can so he can shove his dick inside, hitting the back of your throat in one thrust making you gag involuntarily. The groan that left his lips was brutal, making your whole body shake in pleasure and roll your eyes back while the fucked your mouth, holding you by your hair, forcing you to stay in place.

Being only able to see his eyes behind the mask while he looked down on you, you knew the bastard was smirking watching you cum hard while you got throat fucked. Your throat was amazing, but König was too lost in your punishment to be able to cum just with that, he needed to cum deep in your hole so you would be forever marked by him.

When König finally lets go of you, and you finally manage to swallow your saliva mixed with his precum, the relief of finally having air back into your lungs makes you almost fall to the ground, but you two weren’t done yet, you still had a lesson to learn.

Your Master grabs you by the hair again, pulling you up to guide you back to the bed. Pressing your head against the bed, while his other hand grabbed your hips and forced you to keep your ass up for him.

He shoves his dick inside in one trust, fucking you fast and hard, chasing his own high feeling your hole tight around his dick just the way he liked it, when you were so out of it from the pleasure that your body reacting on its own, moving so that your hips clashed against his, wanting more and more of the intoxicating feeling the man always manage to bring to you.

You were making a mess of saliva, tears and cum on the sheets under you, trying to hold onto anything around you like your life depended on it, the groans and moans escaping you hurting your throat that you knew you wouldn’t be able to even talk tomorrow, or walk if you were being honest.

His breath was out of control, it had been a while that he had lost the rhythm of his hips, he was so fucking close, he needed to fill your hole with his cum so fucking bad, but the knot in his belly completly refused to let go. In frustration he pulls his mask out, feeling the need of extra air in his lungs.

König pulls your hair maybe way too hard, forcing you to get up and crash your back against his chest, his other arm holding you against him by hugging you tightly by your hip, letting go of your hair to close his hand around your neck.

Your moans and frantic breath close to his ear, feeling your crazed heartbeat against his chest and hand, the sounds your hole made each time he thrusted inside you, God he was so fucking close.

He bites your shoulder hard, making you moan loudly before he finally cum inside you, you swear something on your brain broke, you didn’t cum again, mostly because you were too far gone at this point. Incapable of feeling anything besides the pleasure he gives you, your whole body feels so heavy, your mind in a fog that doesn't dissipate even if you had the strength to try.

König stays still, making sure all of his cum gets inside of you before he tries his best to gently let both of you collapse on the bed, turning around so you would be on top of him, still deep inside you to make sure you get properly marked.

Taking his time so both of you catch a bit of your senses back before he whispers in your ear. You’re only mine, little bunny.

#könig x reader #konig x reader #kortac x reader #cod x reader #wanted to take it out of my head #it made it worse

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taetaespeaches · 1 year

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“When the hell did I do this?”

jungkook x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.3K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s just a dumb little thing about Jungkook discovering he left a few ‘marks’ on Holly’s neck. He helps to cover them but not without being flirty and annoying. Also this features references to “I don’t actually dream of sexy vampires” which is shockingly still stupider than this current fic lmao. It’s not necessary to read that other fic to read this one but I hope for those of you who have read it, it’s a fun little callback. Anyways! Thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy :))

p.s. Happy birthday, @holdinbacksecrets! Here’s some dream boy for you. I love you so much, pal. I hope you enjoy! 🧡

The moment Jungkook walked into the bathroom and appeared in the mirror behind you, you sighed harshly and shot his reflection a glare. “What?” He asked, his eyes wide in confusion.

“You’re a menace,” you accused, ignoring how cute he looked with those damn doe eyes.

“What did I do?”

Pulling aside the neck of your t-shirt, you waited for him to see the red mark seared onto the skin of your collarbone. You watched as he pulled his eyebrows together, scrutinizing the small blemish in the mirror, having to walk closer to you to figure out what it was that you were showing him. His eyes finally popped open even bigger, a true deer in the headlights, as he bit back a smile while his gaze bounced between yours and the hickey.

“Menace,” you again scolded, grabbing the liquid foundation as a giggle escaped his lips. Guiltily, Jungkook wrapped his arms around you from behind, nudging the side of your jaw with his nose.

“I’m sorry,” he smiled, peering up at you through the mirror. “In my defense-”

“Don’t.”

“You did enjoy it!”

“I can’t go out like this!”

“But you did,” he defended himself further.

“That’s besides the point,” you whined, glaring at him in the mirror. “Dude, look,” you extended your neck and pointed to the side of it.

“Holy shit,” he giggled, his eyes popping wide open as he ran his thumb over a second red mark. In protest of his amusement, you nudged him in the abdomen with your elbow as you bit back a grin of your own. “You know, I have a solution for this.”

“Don’t tell me to not go-”

“You could just not go out,” he spoke over you with a bratty smile planted on his pretty face. You had planned a night out with friends, and knowing those girls they would never let you live down having not one but two hickeys on your goddamn neck. You could practically hear their vampire comments now, especially after Jimin and his girlfriend caught you and Jungkook all sparkly following your post-photobook Twilight joke. The girl had of course told Yoongi and Taehyung’s girlfriend, and you refused to give those two more ammo.

“Jungkook,” you whined, trying to push him away from you, only for the man to tighten his arms around you.

“Wait, wait, ok, let me help. Ok? I can fix this,” he informed you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Look at me, baby. I’m the golden maknae,” he boasted proudly. “I can do anything, I got you.”

Turning around and shooting him a skeptical glance, you stared into his bambi eyes that would have looked innocent enough if you had been naive to his innate mischievous nature. Sighing, you handed over the makeup. “I don’t trust you,” you remarked, earning a wide victorious smile from Jungkook.

“Yeah, yeah, sit here and let me get to work,” he directed you, helping to lift yourself onto the counter. Planting himself between the v of your legs, he shook the foundation bottle. “I got you, baby.”

It had been several minutes since the man got to work, and you were honestly having too much fun watching his round eyes focus on the job as he repeated the dabbing motion of the makeup blender against your neck. Lost in the task, he mindlessly hummed the post-chorus of Beyonce’s Cuff It, repeatedly.

Holding back a smile, you ran a hand through his fringe, breaking his focus on your neck so his gaze met yours. “Cause I feel like falling in love,” you quietly sang, grinning when a smile cracked his stern expression, followed by a deep sigh. “How’s it going?”

When he huffed in frustration, you giggled at his expense, and well, your own expense. “Why is makeup so hard?” He groaned. Golden maknae, my ass, you thought as Jungkook stepped back and looked at his work with a frown line etched between his eyebrows. “I think this one is done though.”

“This would not be an issue,” you started, Jungkook already trying to shush you by pushing a finger against your lips. Dodging his hand, you continued, “if you could control your-”

“You liked it,” he said again, cutting you off as he enunciated the words deliberately.

“I have that song stuck in my head now,” you whined teasingly, changing the subject and making Jungkook smile cutely at you. “We gon’ fuck up the night,” you sang, Jungkook doing a little shoulder dance in response to you. “Bet you you’ll see far, bet you you’ll see stars, bet you you’ll ele-” you continued until Jungkook cut you off by kissing you suddenly, his lips gentle but needy. When he opened his mouth against yours, a soft moan escaped from your throat, making a smile curve on Jungkook’s lips.

You threaded your fingers through the strands of hair at the back of his head and tugged in a teasing manner, triggering Jungkook to trail his lips down to your jaw. His touches went lower down your neck where he nipped at the skin lightly. It was then that you realized what he was doing, gasping and shoving him off of you, only for him to look up at you with a bratty grin.

“You’re an absolute pest,” you complained through a giggle, smiling at his teasing. “Knock it off,” you whined, Jungkook laughing in amusement at his own action.

“I’m practically a pro at this,” he stared at your collarbone.

“That does not mean you should leave more,” you giggled, shoving at his shoulder as he smiled.

“Now granted, it’s not totally invisible but…” he trailed off, cocking his head to the side as he inspected his work. “If the room is dark.”

Rolling your eyes, you hopped off the counter and turned to look at the mark in the mirror. Surprisingly, it did seem to be mostly covered, only visible if someone was really gawking at you. Jungkook stepped behind you once again, his hands dragging down your forearms that hung by your sides. His fingers traced the bones of your wrists before they slid over your palms and interlaced with your own fingers, holding your hands by your hips. He slotted his chin over your shoulder, his doe eyes staring at your reflections.

“I did good, right?” He asked, seeking praise for a job well done.

“Shockingly,” you joked with a small smile. “Just one more to go.”

Groaning, he spun you around so you faced him yet again, abandoning your reflection so you could appreciate each other’s images in the flesh. He dropped your hands, allowing you to settle them on his shoulders as he placed his palms to the sides of your waist.

Dipping his head, he planted kisses down your throat once again, making you smile as you pretended to protest his affection. “Jungkook,” you warned while he chuckled into his soft pecks, the vibrations from your voice and his laughter meeting on his lips in gleeful love-filled buzz. “I swear to god if you leave a single mark.”

“I won’t,” he whispered against your skin, his teeth barely nudging against you as he smiled. Lifting one hand between you, he dragged down the neck of the baggy shirt you wore with one finger, revealing more and more of your chest. His lips trailed after the digit, leaving soft sweet kisses to your warm skin. Pulling away from you for a moment, he gazed at the newly exposed flesh until his eyes popped wide open, his jaw dropping slightly.

“What the-” he started, dropping off as he stared at you. Pulling your chin towards your chest, you peered down at yourself just as Jungkook let out a breathy chuckle mixed with a scoff. “When the hell did I do this?” He asked, a hint of a smile appearing on his mouth as he gawked at the red mark on the top of your breast, just to the left of your sternum.

Gasping in realization, you turned toward the mirror yet again and examined the mark in disbelief. “Fucking hell, Jungkook, my dress has a scoop neck.” Watching you cluelessly in the mirror, he waited for you to elaborate on what exactly that meant. “This is gonna show,” you bit back a smile, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of amusing you. “This affects you too, those girls are relentless.”

Sighing, he ducked his head toward the floor for a moment before grabbing the makeup off the counter. “Alright,” he exhaled, spinning you toward him once more. “Let’s get it.”

#jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenario #jungkook fic #bts reactions #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts fics #bts oneshot #jungkook oneshot #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfics #jungkook drabble #bts drabbles

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 11 months

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Okay idk if u wanna do this but May I request a crossover of vita Carnis and Mandela Catalouge headcanons?..

For Adam,Jonah and Mark. Basically they arrive at theyre s/o’s House..and find out they have a pet trimming named Meatloaf or something.s/o treat them like they’re baby like any pet owner would,what are they’re reactions?

Awwwwe yeah my two current analog horror fixations let's goooo

.......

Adam

He shows up at your door right as you were getting food for your pet.

It was especially important that you fed it at this particular time so it would settle down for the night...

But Adam's persistent knocking forces you to stop and answer the door, momentarily leaving it with an empty bowl.

"Adam? What are you doing here so late?"

"Did you get my message? Our client wants us to go to his place now. I got the salt and everything."

"...he's gonna have to wait a minute. I just gotta feed my pet and-"

"C'mon, babe. We can't lose this offer. I'm sure your pet's not gonna starve to dea-"

All of the sudden, both of you hear metal scraping and a loud whining noise that sounded like a dying animal, startling Adam while you just stare blankly at him. "You were saying?"

"..what the hell was that?????"

You decide it's better to just show him, so you go back inside and introduce him to your pet: a small six-legged fat lump of raw red meat with a collar around its neck.

"What the fuck is that?? An alien??"

"No, it's a Trimming. And their name is Meatloaf."

"....that literally explains nothing."

After feeding your Trimming and calming it down, you told Adam a little bit about its role in the Vita Carnis family.

Where you're from, they're common house pets, being even more popular than dogs or cats as they were docile and willing to eat anything.

When you're done explaining, he just stares at Meatloaf for a while, who's now swaddled in a blanket and curled up in your lap.

It looks kinda gross, but he is intrigued.

Apparently, it's trained to sniff out Mimics and scream when it detects one....which has saved your life on multiple occasions, and it did the same when it sensed an Alternate in your house not long after you moved here.

That's cool.

He thinks you should bring it on BPS assignments.

Jonah

On the other hand....

When you mentioned owning an exotic pet, Jonah didn't expect anything like this when he showed up uninvited, letting himself in with a spare key.

"Hey I brought some pizza for--WHAT THE HELL IS THAT, S/O?!!

Babe, please don't scream-"

"Am I tripping or is tHAT A FUCKING FETUS??!!!!" He points wildly to the Trimming sitting in your kitchen sink, covered in soap and looking saddened bc your bf interrupted bath time.

Meanwhile, you're pissed off by his yelling and covered its sensitive ears, glaring at him. "Will you calm down? This is a Trimming..you haven't heard of them?"

"No???? It looks like the goddamn chestburster from Alien! What is it?!!"

He was ready to run out of the house, but you convinced him to stay and you explained what a Trimming is, rinsing off the soap while doing so.

Poor guy's still trying to comprehend why (and how) a thing like this even exists, eyes wide as he watches you dry it off and care for it like you would a puppy or kitten.

It doesn't help that you call it "Meatloaf" and have a cute little bow on its collar/head.

Nothing you say will stop him from getting nauseous, suddenly losing his appetite for the pizza (especially since he got pepperoni and sausage on it).

You reassure him it's not gonna go to waste, instead feeding it to Meatloaf in bite-sized pieces.

Jonah's just in shock as it happily devours them with no hesitation, before it waddles back into your arms for cuddles.

You made it your mission to get him to hold it, trying to show him it's not scary at all.

It's....still a work in progress.

Mark

You knew exactly what he was gonna think of your Trimming.

So you explained what it was exactly, even showing him a photo so he's better prepared to meet it when he comes over.

The last thing you wanted was for him to scream "demon" and throw a bible at your sweet little nondemonic meat pet.

But still...he clams up when you greet him at the door, holding Meatloaf in one arm.

"O-Oh, it's..uh....cute...?" Mark tries his best to be polite, yet his face is as pale as a ghost's.

You're just relieved he didn't panic and cause a huge scene.

However, for a normally social creature...Meatloaf became unusually shy around him, flinching away when he attempted to pet it and whining if you put it down for too long.

It constantly followed you, refusing to be in the same room as him.

This keeps happening whenever he visits, and he's unsure what to do.

So one day he asks if it'll ever warm up to him.

"Oh! How could I forget? Trimmings usually like it when they're sorta "involved" in conversations..if that makes sense." You tell him. "Meatloaf probably thinks you're unfriendly because you talk to only me when you come over."

"....so..how do I fix that? By talking to it myself?"

"Yep!"

"Will it...understand me?"

"Not sure, but it just likes hearing chatter." You then speak to Meatloaf, scratching under its chin to stir it from sleep. "Hey, Loafy. My boyfriend wants to tell you something."

With the Trimming now looking at Mark, he feels...awkward, but he finally stutters something.

"H-Hey, uh...so I'm Mark. But you probably know that. S/o talks about me a lot and...uh....anyways we've been together for a few months. Sorry if I didn't seem that "friendly" to you, but I hope um...you...approve of us..?"

He trails off as it shifts out of your hold and climbs into his lap, curling up and cooing happily.

His eyes are HUGE and he's filled with fear(tm), but eventually makes the brave decision to pat its fleshy head, hearing it...purring?

Then you see his smile.

You're extremely happy about this bonding moment and had to snap a picture of the two.

'Yeah, this one's definitely for the books'

#crossover of the century right here #clanask #anonymous #mandela catalogue x reader #vita carnis x reader #mark heathcliff #mark heathcliff x reader #adam murray #adam murray x reader #jonah marshall #jonah marshall x reader #headcanons #crossover

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rae-gar-targaryen · 1 year

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only smile in the dark [matt murdock x fem!reader]

A/N: Written for my darling Pheebs for our Discord’s Dicked-Down-December event.

Summary: You and your sometimes-antagonist, the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, are snowed in together – in his apartment of all places – after he gets you out of a jam. Will the two of you survive the night? Or will you find some common ground?

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!black cat!reader (reader is a cat burglar and a minor antagonist to Matt Murdock, based on Felicia Hardy)

Word Count: 5.9k of the warm blanket of being snowed-in with your vigilante nemesis, of traded quips and loose lips.

Warnings: p-in-v sex, so 18+ ONLY, unprotected sex, sensory overload, dirty talk, oral (fem!receiving) not-so-hateful hatefucking, mild enemies to lovers, mild bondage, sacrilegious dialogue.

“We have got to stop meeting like this.”

You rolled your eyes beneath your Domino mask as you braced yourself for the approaching footsteps that carried the object of your annoyance from behind you and into your view, bent over the safe as you were, hand poised to deliver the final crack.

Sure enough, onto your field of view came the crimson boots (and everything else attached to them) of your – was arch-nemesis too dramatic? – your whatever he was… Erstwhile annoyance. Masked menace. Devastating devil. – No, not devastating. Stop it.

You spun on your heel, flipping the long hair of the silver wig over your shoulder.

“Hi, Devil-Boy,” you curled your fingers in a flirtatious little wave. “Fancy seeing you here.”

He scoffed, stopping in front of you and crossing his arms over his chest. You could just imagine the disapproval in his eyes behind the foggy cherry glass of the mask.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he gestured to the grandiose room. Here. The study in Fisk’s Hell’s Kitchen-based secondary office. Where you had made your mark to pick up some valuable information for a client (and maybe some valuable stones in the safe – call it a finder’s fee – for yourself). You'd certainly made a name for yourself as one of the most proficient cat burglars – ugh, you'd hated that phrase … try proficient diamond thief – in the city.

You prided yourself on remaining undetected. On the quick inside time for your deliverables. But, well, sometimes… unfortunate incidents occurred.

“And you should?” you raised an eyebrow at your current unfortunate incident, replete with horned mask. You propped a hip against the desk of this ostentatious office, pretending to examine your manicured nails through the black leather of your gloves. “Tell me, Red-Dead, what’s the going rate for your oh-so-noble vigilantism? I guarantee it isn't as high as for my services. So let's not waste my time. Is this the part where you ask me, ‘What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?’”

The devil from your dreams, whom you'd had the unfortunate misfortune to run into on several nights just like this one stepped toward you. Head slightly inclined, as though he were a bull gearing up to charge. And if you had been one of those arms-dealing goons he beat up on the regular, or perhaps a Russian mobster, or a Fisk goon, you might have felt intimidated.

No. Your run-ins with the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen had been much more – could you call them pleasant? He had broken up a few of your smaller-time heists, letting you off with a slap on the wrist after a tussle that had left you weak in the knees. And who wouldn’t be? After trading quips and blows – don’t think about ‘blows’ – with a man whose firm thighs between your own felt as though they could crack walnuts when you had rolled on top of him during a prior fight. Whose suit made his chest look that much more expansive.

No, your exchanges were coy and cloying. And they ended much the same: in a half-hearted tease of a fight that left you with an ache between your legs and his sinful, syrupy voice warning you that he "wouldn't let you off so easy next time" reverberating through your ears for the rest of the night. That left you with the lingering temptation to slide your hands beneath your expensive covers when you were safely back in your lush apartment, imagining his hands instead of yours gliding through your glistening folds. Imagining his voice, still in your ear.

Wondering if he was imagining you. If he dreamt of the way you teasingly left a trail of crimson lipstick smeared up the cheek of his mask as you dragged your lips there, murmuring that this was no way to treat a lady. If he imagined the way you flexed your fingers, like a cat's claws, up the expanse of his chest when you bested him in a fight, wishing you could feel the drag of your nails along his skin instead of his armoured suit. If the click of your heeled boots as you sauntered through an open window – tossing him a wink before slipping away into the night – reverberated in his mind.

You supposed you would never know.

The energy between the two of you had always been thick, like dusky clouds impregnated with rain in a summer storm – waiting to fall, waiting to devastate. Stuffed with the smell of sagebrush and cleansing promise.

And if you’d managed a successful little robbery? Well, were you disappointed if he didn’t show up to chase you off with pulled punches and heaving chest? –

“Oh no, sweetheart,” He smiled, snapping you from your risqué reveries with a sardonic grin of bared teeth beneath his mask. “I know what kind of girl you are. And I know what you’re doing in a place like this. No need to ask.”

“That's disappointing. Of all the so-called heroes running around this city in Spandex, like a bunch of moral high ground losers, I don't know why I ended up with you. And I don’t know why you insist on trying to get in my way,” you hissed through the bared teeth of a forced grin. “I’m a perfectly reasonable girl, Devil. I don’t get in your way. You shouldn’t get in mine.”

“Honey, this isn’t Spandex.” He half-heartedly made to reach for you with an outstretched hand – which you swatted in kind, procuring a small blade with your other hand and bringing it to his throat.

He swallowed, the edge of your blade snicking against the skin of his throat as he swallowed.

“I can’t just,” he began, swallowing once more before swatting at your wrist with a gloved hand, knocking the blade away from his throat, and boxing you into the desk, “I can’t just let you take shit that doesn’t belong to you. And girls like you don’t play nice.”

“You could, Devil. And so could I,” you shrugged, meeting the glass eyepieces of his mask with wide, doe eyes of your own, fluttering your lashes. “I’d be ever-so-grateful if you just let this one slide?” You glanced out the window, inclining your head at the thick, fluttering flakes that were starting to fall in the New York chill. “I’ve gotta get home, and, baby, it’s cold outside.”

"You –" the Devil stopped himself, tilting his head like a dog listening to a whistle only he could hear, full lips parting as he took in whatever it was he was hearing.

"D-" you began, curious about his sudden pause, trying not to prickle like a skittish cat.

"Shut. Up.," he hissed, snatching your wrist and tugging you from your spot by the desk, marching you past the exposed face of the safe you had been stopped from cracking, and toward the wide window of the office. "They're here."

"Who's here?" You questioned, attempting to tug your wrist free from his tightening hold, to no avail.

The Daredevil appraised you, the tilt of his mask indicating a sweeping survey of your person before continuing,

"Fisk's men. All of them. And they're looking for you. I think you've been set up, sweetheart… Yeah, that's," he swallowed. "That's a lot of heartbeats downstairs. And outside." More to himself than you.

You raised a brow at him again, sardonic. Heartbeats? Doing your best to bite down the panic currently climbing within you with the thin veneer of a sneering grin.

"Then let go of me and let me get out of here," you tugged at your wrist in his grip.

"That's not gonna work, kitten," he responded, wryly. "We've only got a few seconds. I can get you outta here, but you've gotta trust me."

"Trust you?" You hissed, "The guy who tries to turn me in after every little tango? How about …" you tapped a spare finger to your chin, as though deep in thought, "hell no."

"We don't have time for this," he pleaded. "I'm not gonna sell you out to Fisk," he sneered the name through a curled lip. "I'd rather rot."

You studied him for the barest moment, the tenseness in his shoulders at the approaching threat. The warmth of his grip around you, even though the gloves. The clear, demonstrable distaste for Fisk evident in his voice, in the exposed lower-half of his face, the set of his jaw. How he’d always let you go before.

"Fine," you whispered. "I'm trusting you. On a probationary basis. Get me somewhere safe."

Which was how you found yourself stealing away on snow-covered rooftops, the packed powder muffling your steps, and all traces of your journey wiped away in the weather. As you shivered in your bodysuit behind the man leading you through a rooftop window and into an expansive loft space. An apartment.

You strode into the open space of a living room, eyeing the wide windows and exposed brick.

“Nice digs, Devil,” you whistled. “This, like, your safe-house?”

“No,” his voice echoed not-so-distantly behind you as he also made his way down the stairs and into the common area. “Though that would have been much smarter.”

“Don’t tell me you live here?” You whirled around as you watched the Devil remove his gloves, tossing them into a trunk and exposing fine-boned, long-fingered hands, shrugging his shoulders at you, turning his head as if to gesture to the now-storm outside.

“Not up to your standards?” He mocked. “Sorry. It’s not exactly the Plaza. But it was close by. And no one will know you’re here.”

You perched yourself on the edge of his couch, feeling distinctly out of place in a lived-in place with your catsuit, wig, and mask. A clash of ideals. Not unlike you and the man before you.

“Is it wise,” you arched your brow at him, voice acerbic, “to bring someone like me into your home …?”

You leaned forward on the couch, eyeing a stack of mail and papers on the coffee table. And though the Devil seemed to be observing your plain-sight snooping, he made no move to stop you. You leaned forward,

“Matt Murdock,” you finished, reading the name off of the envelopes. Why was that name familiar to you?

The Devil – Matt Murdock – removed his helmet, allowing you to take in the man behind the mask. Pretty dark hair, matted by the helmet, a strong jaw, full lips. Fringed lashes framing hazel eyes that seemed to … look right past you.

Oh.

“Well I suppose my identity remains intact,” you tried to gently tease, removing your Domino mask and your wig, settling yourself into his couch, as he made to remove the rest of his stiff armour.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, kitten,” he turned to face you again, breezing past you through the space and clattering with a tea kettle, of all things.

While the kettle brewed, he scooped a Braille paper from the countertop, slapping it down in front of you, and reading your father’s last name from the headline.

“And here you are,” he finished, “the daughter of a tycoon who likes to get her rocks off stealing Upper East Siders’ jewelry. Moonlighting as a cat burglar. I’ve known since we met.”

Your breath hitched, your eyes trailing over Matt’s form. The evenness of his voice. He was confident, assured. No question in his assessment of you. You’d balk at it, at the fear that should prickle through you at knowing who you were. But… he hadn’t done anything with that information til now, had he?

“In that alleyway behind that stuffy old coot’s apartment?” You queried.

“Oh, sure,” he eased. “Girl like you doesn’t often go to that part of town. I recognized your perfume. And the way you sound walking in heels. Like I said, we’ve met before.”

You lifted yourself from the couch easily, swooping past Matt to kick off your heeled boots by the door. You may as well make yourself comfortable, follow his lead, if he wasn’t going to kick you out into the snow or otherwise turn you in. Easing into his kitchen to remove the now-whistling kettle from the heat, processing where you might know Matt Murdock from.

“We didn’t go on a date, surely? I might have remembered. You’re certainly handsome, though I’m sure you hear that all the time.”

Matt chuckled at that, a dry, wry rumble from his throat, as he scruffed the back of his sweaty neck with his palm, using his other hand to unstick the clinging fabric of his undersuit from his skin.

“No,” he snorted. “We didn’t go out. I’d definitely remember if we had,” he accepted the cup of tea you now passed him.

“Then …” you eyed him over the rim of your own mug, which boasted, in loud text “World’s Best Lawyer.”

It clicked.

��Matt Murdock,” you breathed, “the attorney with a hard-on for bringing down Wilson Fisk. Yeah, you were –”

“At the gala. That political event for bigwigs who wanted to raise money for their campaigns to sweep crime out of Hell’s Kitchen. We met,” his sentences were punctuated. “Briefly. Your dress was killer, by the way.”

“How…?” You made to ask just how the blind, humble pro bono lawyer from the nighttime news could exactly tell that you looked killer in your Yves Saint Laurent gown. Or how he could pull off that ninja shit night after night.

“Devil’s gotta have his secrets, sweetheart,” he eased, fixing you with a cheeky wink.

Trying to figure the Devil – Matt Murdock – was like trying to catch light in your fingertips as though it were a tangible thing. Toying with dust motes that appeared when you opened the blinds in a dark room. Impossible, devastating, however pretty it may be. And Matt was a do-gooder. Trying to make the city better.

Whereas, you…

A bored little rich girl whose job wasn’t exactly above-board. No, the light seemed to be ever out of your reach – dooming you to a life of shadow. Of secrecy. So, you could respect that he wanted to keep his.

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes. “Don’t tell me. I can take the couch, then. I’ll be outta your hair by morning”

You made to settle yourself into the cushions, as though you were queuing him to leave.

“Please, sweetheart,” Matt urged, coming to stand before you now, his hands making their way to your hips.

And it was different from the ways in which he had touched you before – different from your traded blows and quips. Different from the way he would swat at your ass playfully during a fight. Different from the playful tension laden in his voice when he encountered you before. And yet – it was the same. As though all of those run-ins were building to something.

And yeah, it was no secret you enjoyed teasing the Devil. Enjoyed taunting him, toying with him, allowing your touch to linger too long when you departed from him on any given evening. But Matt?

You eyed the crucifix peeking its way from his tight undershirt.

What an altar boy, you thought. No way he would actually want someone like you. Someone who toyed with people with bored, careless fingertips. Someone who broke things because she wanted to.

You allowed yourself to be brought into Matt’s arms,

“At least take the bed,” he urged, finally. “I’ll find you some sweats.”

You snorted at that.

“You just wanna get me out of my suit,” you teased. Eager to restore the balance to what you knew – the quipping banter of antagonists, and not this … blooming flush between the two of you, reflected on the apples of his cheeks at your quip. At the thought of getting you naked.

“I mean,” he recovered. “You say that like it’d be a bad thing.”

“I suspect,” you murmured, trailing your fingers over the peaks of Matt’s face, while his hands tightened on your waist, “that you’re smoother than you let on, Matthew Murdock.”

Matt’s lips met yours then, causing your eyes to flutter shut and snatching the breath from your lungs. He kissed you as though you were sacrosanct. As though the movement of his lips over yours was a prayer he had recited hundreds of times, and would recite hundreds more. At your gasp, he slid his tongue into your mouth, his hands coming to cup your face as he kissed you.

You allowed your hands to roam his body, to feel the firmness of his chest unencumbered by the Devil suit, to appreciate the warmth, the realness of his beating heart beneath the skin of your palms through his thin shirt.

You could barely contain yourself, as the storm raged outside, it building inside of you with every pass of Matt’s hands along your form, with every press of his lips to yours. And it seemed the same was true for Matt.

His hands found his way to the front of your catsuit, easing the zipper down with a smooth, zinging slide, allowing his fingertips to ease in to trail along the skin as it became exposed.

Oh. And if the heat of the room hadn’t been building before, you could certainly feel it now, as you allowed yourself to explore Matt in kind, whimpering at the touch of his hands along the curves of your breasts, the ridges of your ribs. Pulling your lips from his and allowing your eyes to wander as your hands trailed to his waist and to the front of his pants, stroking the outline of his hardness there with tentative touch.

"Not here," Matt's lips left your skin from where they had since been working on your neck, murmuring into your throat. At your quizzical groan, he continued. "Don't be petulant, sweetheart. I'm going to fuck you. Just not here."

In a flurry of feverish movement and stripped layers, Matt had ushered you into his bedroom, urging you down onto his mattress, his lips never leaving yours as he guided you on top of him, with nothing but your panties and a feverish grin as you rolled your hips over Matt’s, relishing in the feel of him, as you knew he was doing to you.

You scratched along his skin with your nails, kissing and sucking his neck as you continued to grind yourself on Matt’s clothed cock.

Quick as a flash, Matt flipped the two of you, a groan catching in his throat at the feel of the weight of you beneath him now, pulling your lips from him and allowing himself to appreciate you, in his bed, in his home …

Matt's fingers stroke along the peak of your cheekbone in a reverent way, a way befitting of a devout man. But the silken touch is also wrong -- it doesn't bely that he's not the sort of man who wraps a hand around your throat when he fucks you (he would), or like he's not the sort of man who gets down on his knees to unravel you with his clever, silver tongue (he is).

But the clean baritone of his voice an ever- pleasant rumble that caressed and ensnared you. Every time you meet. But especially now.

“I’m going to fuck you, sweetheart.”

You could melt. That's the Devil you were expecting.

Matt had removed his shirt, arms crossed as he lifted the fabric from his delightfully muscled torso. Your fingers keen to follow as you trace the planes of his chest.

Your nails caught along the edge of his nipples as your palms skated their way upward, reveling in the choked gasp that ripped its way through his throat at the feeling.

Matt cupped your face with firm hands, guiding you down into his plush, satin-y comforter as his mouth devoured yours. The fabric sang along your skin as you allowed yourself to sink beneath his spell – a servant to the Devil’s whims, as Matt’s hands trailed along your body.With clever tongue – which really could only benefit him as an attorney, right? – and teasing touch, he seemed intent on unraveling you without so much as posing a question. Matt’s heated fingers made their way along your own bare chest, exposed to the wintery-coolness of the room, your nipples pebbling.

You choked on gasps as he made his way down your body, his mouth trailing from yours, to your neck, pressing kisses to your breasts and laving his tongue around your nipple before rendering one with a particularly cruel suck, departing with lips more swollen than before, the popping noise echoing in both of your ears.

And you wondered if the heaving of your chest, the headiness of your breath, was overwhelming to him. In the way that he was overwhelming to you.

Overwhelming was a good word for it. As thick fingers drew their way across the seam of lace adorning your clothed slit, causing you to wriggle in his grasp, the reciprocal shudder from Matt’s body was all the confirmation you needed. He was just as turned on as you.

Turned on by the feel of your skin beneath his fingertips. Wrecked by the sound of your gasps in his ears. Besotted with the taste of you beneath his tongue. Intoxicated by the feeling of your mouth on his.

He had been afraid this would happen with you. Had he learned nothing from before? With Ele– not the time.

And Matt felt everything to an impossible degree, he knew. But if only he knew how it was almost flattering to have it confirmed for you ... if the way he was now slowly bucking his hips into the bedspread when you threaded your fingers through his hair and tugged was any indication. Seeking friction that would feel far rougher, far better, than it had any business feeling, thanks to his heightened senses.

“I’ll give you what you want,” he murmured, keening into your tugging touch while he worked his way down the planes and curves of your body.

Grinding himself into the bed as he went, as he buried himself in the cleft of your thighs, the flash of his hot tongue like cracking summer lightning, jolting through you from the very center as he licked a long, sweet stripe along the seam of your clothed cunt.

And it seemed reciprocal, you noted, as he rolled his hips into his bedspread in kind – taking in the feel of you beneath his fingertips as your hips and thighs rolled and writhed beneath his attentions as he continued to lick you. The song of your whimpers sweetly ringing through your ears as he felt himself harden in his boxers.

Thick fingers traced the slick, heated flesh of your center as you felt Matt draw the lace away from you, your arousal clinging to your panties in glistening strands as he pulled them to the side with something like reverence. Fully baring you to him.

And if you’d thought the first hinting taste of his mouth on you, your clothed cunt, was heavenly – saintlike and sweet, you had never imagined he could make you feel like this – The lavish, attention with which he was now devouring you, your bared slit. Matt's mouth worked your pussy, like singing a hymn, like an apostle breaking his fast – a man of singular focus. Possessed by the scent of your arousal, the taste of your slick on his tongue as he continued to work you.

It was enough to make you infatuated. Obsessed with the devil you longed to know.

The feel of him was like the slow drip and drizzle of honey, the snap of cinnamon – warm, sweet, and tingling. Swirling tongue and sickly heat.

"Come on, devil, give it to me bad," you purred, teasing the man beneath you with a buck of your hips, reveling in the sensation and rolling them up, seeking the friction you craved, your hands still in his hair. Losing yourself in the repetitive feel of heady, sweet attentions of his tongue.

A particularly clever lick-and-suck tore a moan from your throat, prompting Matt to part from you, to pause the moment to allow himself to savor all of his senses – his own chest heaving and cheeks flushed with the attention he had wrought on you.

“I’ll give it to you, sweetheart,” he pressed a kiss to your thigh, chasing it with a nip of teeth. “Only if you’ll be sweet.”

You rolled your eyes, head lolling against the feathery plush of the Devil – Matthew’s – pillow, “I said I would, didn’t I?” You puffed, exasperation coloring your voice, rolling your hips again.

You made to tug Matthew up to you, urging his hips with the legs you had wrapped around him, trying to tug him with willing arms and wanton fingertips.

It punched the air from your lungs when Matthew struck – like a coiled viper wrapping its body around its prey – warm, dangerously snug, as he rolled his body up and over yours, gripping your wrists in one of his firm hands, bringing them up and over your head, rendering you helpless to him.

And the feel of him above you, heated and firm, a wall of muscle leaving you immobile beneath him – reciprocal to him, as he relished in your softness, your pliance. Like a curving crescent moon bends for the sky.

“Close your eyes, kitten,” he purred, his lips gracing the shell of your ear, a tempest rumbling in his chest, urging its way through his voice.

And you had no choice to obey.

Allowing your eyelids to flutter shut as you acquiesced to your other senses overtaking you, the silken feel of one of Matthew’s – was it a tie? Something he’d wear to court? – traipsing over the bare skin of your arms. Up, up, up as it closed around the wrists still held over your head. Matthew was tying you to his headboard. And you were letting him.

You were sure Matt didn't mind. You could just imagine the sharp half-grin that quirked onto his face at the feel of you tied to his bed, his skin beneath yours. His smile was cold, quick, assured. Devilish.

You had accepted earlier in the night that you would never truly know all of Matt Murdock. Whether he was the Devil, or not. That there were parts of his personhood he wouldn't deign to share. Those things weren't for you, after all. But you couldn't quite bring yourself to care at this moment, when he shared what was simultaneously everything and enough, as he held you on the edge after licking your pussy like a man starved, his hardness pressing to your center through his boxers as he loomed over you now.

The rasp of his hands trailing up the smooth skin of your torso sang beneath his palms; the faintest of whispers to you, but a chorus of amorous intention to Matt Murdock's perfect ears.

"Tell me everything you feel," Matt whispered, snugly affixing the knot to your wrists, pressing a kiss to the tender skin there and affirming they weren’t bound too tightly.

“And what do you feel Matt?" you couldn't resist the urge to sass back as you indulged in the sight of your now-paramour peeling his boxers from his body, taking his length into his own hand and stroking himself to the sight of you tied to his bed.

"I feel … Everything. But I wanna hear it from you,” Matt took your sass as acquiescence, allowing his free hand to rove the planes and curves of your stomach and waist, to drag themselves through the wetness gathered at your center –retreating with your slick on his fingers. “I won't give you what you want until you tell me what I want to know," he paused, allowing your eyes to linger on him before he sucked his own finger into his full lips to taste you once more.

“You’re like honey, honey.”

Your residual whimper at the sinful sight before you was something Matt was sure he would re-play in his mind over and over on the nights he had trouble sleeping – he had a lot of those.

“I’ll tell you, baby,” you assured. “Please, just fuck me.”

And who was Matt to refuse such a polite request? Your legs spread for him, the crotch of your panties tugged to the side, the sound of your heaving chest, your blood thrumming beneath your veins, heated and singing for him. Of your wrists straining against his necktie – how much more could a man take?

Matt took himself into his hand once more, spreading the glistening lips of your pussy and guiding himself into your heat, rolling his hips to allow himself to be seated fully inside of your tightness – a broken groan shattering its way through his throat, his lashes fluttering.

You whimpered at the fullness of him inside of you.

“You feel…,” Matt trailed off, his breath hitching, as you rolled your hips to meet his, cunning and keyed.

“Like heaven?” You teased, voice full of mirth, and perhaps a bit of pride at rendering the man above you speechless.

“That’s sacrilegious,” Matt breathed, as he began to thrust into you in earnest.

“What’s a little light sacrilege between sinners, Devil?” You hiccupped, your wrists straining as you urged to grasp any part of the man above you, the drag of him inside of you more than you could bear, the heat between the two of you, the tingling pleasure inside of you, building – ever-building…

“Yeah?” Matt breathed, “You want me to make you see God?”

“Forget it.” You would have been embarrassed at the keening whine that Matt’s attentions were wringing from you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to give any semblance of a damn, so long as he kept doing that. “Fuuuuuck,” you whined, “who wants that when I have the devil in my bed?"

"You like that," Matt murmured in your ear, as he thrummed at your clit in time with his trusts.

It wasn't a question.

Mesmerized, stupefied, you stuttered a cracked, “Y-yes.” You tugged your wrists against where they’re tied to the bed, your senses leaving you as you longed to touch him, to push, to give back to him as good as you were getting. You weren’t used to being in the passenger seat.

"You like that I'm bad, as long as I'm good to you, that how it works?" Matt crooned.

“Fuck, Matt,” you whined, “stop toying with me and make me come,” you pleaded.

“Yeah?” he parroted, “You mean like you toy with me? Can you be a good girl? You're supposed to tell me what you feel." Clearly referencing the way you were still straining your wrists at your bonds, raising an eyebrow at your defiance. Nevertheless, he would acquiesce.

Matt’s thumb was circling your clit in time with his thrusts before breaking from you, skating his heated palm up your body to your heaving tits, pinching your nipple as he continued to fuck you toward your peak.

“Mhmm,” you whined, your head tilting back, pressed into Matt’s pillows. Pressed into his sheets – the scent of you, the essence of you, embedding itself there – certain, Matt thought, to haunt him for many nights after this one.

"You feel …" your breath hitched at the ferocity of his thrusts, doing your best to keep your voice even, the edge of a whine skirting it. Though you were sure Matt could tell. "You feel so good, baby. You're so good. I l-love the way your cock feels inside of me. M-make me come, Matty, please?"

And who was he to refuse such a request? Your praises flooded Matt's ears, prickling in his blood, as he turned his attention back to your clit then, reveling in the feel of you tightening around him as he fucked you to your approaching climax.

“C’mon, kitten,” he urged, “c’mon then,” relinquishing your hip from his bruising grip, he brought his hand up, gripping your throat to feel the reverberation of your release through the song of your skin, melting into his. The clever fingers of his other hand stroking your clit as you shattered beneath him, your release soaking his cock, your pussy like a vice around him as you worked your way through the blinding heat of your orgasm. Matthew’s release following at the overwhelming sensation of you, the wet heat of constricting his every sense as he allowed himself to let go. Discipline melding to desire as he filled you. Fucking himself into you through his own orgasm.

“Whoa,” you exhaled, as Matthew allowed himself to slump over you as his pulsing release gently subsided, the flutter of your lashes along his skin as he shuffled his now heavy and tired arms up to release you from his headboard.

He rolled to the side of you, skin sliding against satin sheets as he pulled you to him.

“And to think,” you murmured, massaging the skin of your wrists and pressing a kiss to Matthew’s temple, settling in beside him, “we could have been doing that the entire time.

He hmm’d into your skin in agreement, nuzzling your neck with his nose, pressing a kiss to the tender skin beneath your ear.

“Getting here was fun,” he acquiesced, allowing you to feel the curve of his smiling lips against the skin of your neck. "There's a fine line between –"

"Don't you dare say 'love and hate,'" you groaned.

Matthew smiled again, rolling to press his lips to yours in a teasing kiss.

"I was going to say 'between fucking and fighting,' but if you love me…"

"Shut up," you shoved his shoulder, knowing he could appreciate a little extra force behind your touch. "I hate you, Matthew."

He stilled, and you worried for the briefest moment that you had gone too far. You didn't actually hate him, after all. Surely, he had to know that…

"Say it again," his hands cupped your face gently as his mossy eyes glimmered in the low light of his room. "My name, sweetheart. Say it again?"

"Matthew," you sighed, trailing your hands through his hair, pleased with the silken feel of his strands between delicate fingers, as though he was always meant to be touched by you. You eased up to press a kiss to his lips. "Mystifying, magnificent, magnanimous Matthew."

He sighed in contentment, before quirking his lips at you, tilting his head into your touch, "And what does that make you?"

"Murderous," you quipped, flashing a toothy grin that he could hear through the falling darkness in his bedroom, through the heated drip in your voice. "And what'll you do about it, devil-boy?"

“You know I’ll catch you,” he breathed, allowing himself to ease beside you, the heavy weight of his limbs, of the feeling of you, soothing him. Your collective easy breathing allowing him to begin to lull…

The last thing Matthew heard was your sardonic singsong, “Promises, promises…” toying in his ears as he drifted off to sleep, the weighted heat of you in his arms – real, full, and flush.

And when Matt awoke, in the early hours of the morning, to the frigid, crisp smell of fresh-fallen snow, he felt it, singing in his nose through the glass of the windows in his apartment. Untouched, unblemished. And he felt – emptiness. His apartment was devoid of heat, of pulse – other than his own. As Matt realized that you had gone sometime in the night. The fresh-fallen snow covering your tracks from the fire escape as you had slipped away. Through his fingers, yet again.

He scrubbed his face with his hand, his phone pinging with a notification as he urged his software to read the text,

“See you real soon, Devil. Next time I tie you up.”

Oh, Foggy was never going to believe this.

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chuuyaswifeandhoe · 5 months

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You should've stayed in

Pairing: Chuuya x femreader

Warnings: pure angst, Corrupted Chuuya, grotesque images, swearing, I'm sorry

If I missed something let me know. Not proof read.

After writing something for my friend @ravencincaide inspiration came to me. Raven I have to thank you for encouraging me to write and this piece is dedicated to you.

Happy New Year everyone! (Pls don't hate me)

How did you get in this situation? You had no fucking idea. Your boyfriend told you to stay inside, the city was under attack and he had to go attend to his duties of the Mafia in order to protect the city. So why were you in the middle of the battle field again?

Right, the unsettling feeling that got a hold of your soul once Chuuya was out of your shared apartment. You told him to take care, to be safe, but this grip on your heart would not let you stay in peace. Something was about to happen, you got the feeling that you're never going to see Chuuya again so without thinking much, obviously you did not think this through, you just ran after him. Why? Ughm... You actually did not know. You were a mere civilian without any particular set of skills or anything so you definitely could not do anything to help him. But you just had to.

Now you did not like what you were seeing. There was Chuuya, yes, but in his corrupted form. It was him, but not him, your sweet, loving Chuu. Well he was definitely winning against the enemy, red globes of power shoot here and there and a sadic laugh. Hell, he was powerful, out of this world. You did not know everything about his other form, just enough to have an idea. And enough to know that once activated, Corruption could only be deactivated by Dazai and his "No longer human" ability.

You were hiding behind some debris at an acceptable distance from the destruction Chuuya was doing and clear enough to see that Dazai was not around. Your heart was racing like crazy, pounding so fast and loud that you thought it was going to burst out of your ribcage. It ached when you saw Chuuya spitting out blood, his body slowly giving up because of the intensity of the power he held .

"C'mon Dazai, C'mon". Biting your nails you looked around frantically to see his brownish coat, the only one who could save your lover. The screams Chuuya was emitting were inhumane to say the least. Your legs start moving on their own, a rush of adrenaline taking over. You had to get closer, you had to do something.

You got closer and could better see the damages his body suffered. Burn marks, cuts bigger or smaller, blood all over the place. His beautiful blue orbs were nowhere to be found. Another look around in hope you're going to see Dazai. A pit in your stomach formed when you realised that he was not here. Chuuya was going to die in front of your eyes. No, no, you were not going to let that happen. Your mind started racing trying to find a solution. Well, maybe, maybe if you could kiss him, maybe there was a possibility he could come to his senses right? Like in the movies, yes, it was a possibility. That thought continued spinning in your mind, "that pretty little mind of yours" as Chuuya used to say. You had to take this chance, you could not risk it so without overthinking it you just start running in his direction.

Luckily, thanks to some type of miracle he did not see you coming as you just jumped on him in a hug. For a moment his movements came to a halt. The big orbs from his hand disappeared. In this split of a second you cuped his face and crashed your lips to his, feeling the metallic taste of his blood. That was it, right, it would work. He stopped for a few seconds, the intensity of the power was decreasing. You made a mental dance for your win.

Then what was this sudden pain you were feeling in your chest area and why suddenly a fit of cough of blood hit you? In a flash of a second one of Chuuya's hands just passed through your ribcage tearing out your heart from its place. When you opened your eyes, you were met with the blank white ones of his, no sign of your Chuu there. It hurt. As you stumbled back, falling you saw your lover holding your heart in his right arm. Once you hit the ground you could hear a scream of pain and your name called out. So this was how you're going to die. In your last seconds of consciousness your mind focused on a memory of your and Chuuya kissing, the sounds of desperation slowly fading away. At least Dazai came, he was safe. So much of being a hero.

Yeah, I should've stayed in was the last thought that crossed your mind before the sweet embrace of death engulfed you.

#chuuya x reader #angst #chuuyaswifeandhoe #bsd x reader #chuuya angst #chuuyaswife #chuuya supremacy #im sorry #happy new year

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captain-mj · 1 year

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I want that OG Soapghost you told me about

Pretty pls?

Hell yeah!

Soap smiled. “I’m finally a Captain. You know that puts me above you right. Gotta follow my orders.”

Ghost chuckled under his breath.��“Really? You think I’ll listen?” He was teasing, looking at from where he was sitting on Soap’s new desk. Soap had an office now which was all kinds of exciting.

“I know you will.” Soap answered honestly.

“Congratulations, Johnny.” Ghost said softly. “You deserve it.”

Soap got the bottle of whiskey out, Scotch because it was his celebration after all, and fixed two glasses. “Yeah, shame I’m celebrating with Ghost though.”

Ghost stiffened before sighing. “Johnny...”

“Simon.” Soap looked up at him. “First order. Take the mask off.”

He held the drink between them, pinning Ghost down with a glare. It took a minute, but slowly, Ghost reached up and slid the mask off. And there was Simon.

“Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous.”

“Fuck off.” Simon blushed and took the drink. “We’re not separate people ya know. You’re still celebrating with Ghost.”

“Yeah, but ya got my meaning. I much prefer seeing Simon’s bonnie face than Ghost’s mask.” Soap moved between Ghost’s legs, hand on one of his thighs.

“You’re a captain now. Doesn’t that mean you’d be taking advantage of me?” Simon teased, a blush spreading across his face.

“Aye. Maybe so. I don’t think you mind.” Soap kissed him softly, tracing the scars on his face. “Missed you.”

“I’ve been with you all day.”

“I missed how you are when we’re alone.”

Ghost suddenly jumped. “The door I didn’t-”

“Calm down, darling. I locked it. No one else is going to see you.” Soap reassured and slid his hands up, grabbing Ghost’s hips and then sliding along his stomach. “Like I’d let anyone. I’ll be like Athena and blind them for being so bold.”

Ghost laughed softly, head tilting back. Soap knew exactly how to get to him. He knew how to honey his words and strike the right chords.

With a smooth motion, Soap had Ghost flat on his back on the desk, one of his legs pushed up to his chest. A thrill went up his spine at the knowledge that no one else could do this. If any of them tried, they’d be dead on the floor. Hell, any of them get close enough, they’d have a few extra holes in them.

But John MacTavish could. Ghost blushed all pretty when he did.

“Trying to christen your desk sir? Could’ve warned me.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Soap kissed along his neck, marking the pale skin a deep shade of red and purple. He felt Ghost clawing at his back through his shirt and well that just wouldn’t do.

Ghost whined when he pulled away but Soap pulled off his shirt and he quieted immediately, looking all over him like he was looking for wounds before relaxing and enjoying the sight. Soap flexed a little and Ghost’s thighs squeezed around him.

“Come on. Don’t have all night.” Ghost took off his clothes and undid his pants. He moved to try to bend over the desk and Soap just yanked him back, pinning him back down. “Aren’t you gonna...?”

“Wanna look at you first. Second order, take the rest of it off.” Soap so rarely got to see all of them and he was feeling lucky tonight. Apparently, he guessed right because Simon slowly undressed for him.

There were so many scars. From torture, shrapnel, burns, and stray bullets that luckily didn’t end him. Soap loved every bit of it. Loved that Ghost’s stomach had a slight give, mostly because Soap had been getting on to him about eating. The tattoos that intertwined with them all.

“Fucking hell...”

“It’s gruesome.” Simon mumbled. “Don’t know why you like staring.”

“You’re gorgeous. Bloody masterpiece.” Soap held him by his waist. “One day, I’ll convince you to let me draw you.”

“You have a snowball’s chance in hell.” Ghost gritted out, staring at the ceiling. Soap could tell it was getting to be too much so he finished undressing himself and started to kiss him again. Slowly, he started to relax again.

Johnny grabbed the lube and Simon spread his legs, hands reaching to grab the edge of the desk above his head. He made sure the lube was warm before gently pushing his fingers into him. Always two to start because Ghost loved the burn it caused.

“Little bit masochistic ain’t ye?”

Simon flushed and pushed closer, trying to get them deeper. “Just a little. Fuck.” He closed his eyes as Soap drove his fingers in deeper, making sure he could take it with ease before pulling away.

Soap held Ghost’s leg up, hand on one of his thighs to keep him steady. He watched him as he pushed in, forcing Simon to look at him. Those big brown eyes were misty and he was clearly trying to bite back a whimper.

“Need a second?”

“Fuck off. I know you just ask to fuel your ego you prick.” Ghost spat at him before throwing his head back.

“If I don’t ask, you won’t tell me!” Soap laughed, rolling hips as he finally bottomed out. “Just want to make sure I’m taking care of you, Riley.”

Simon relaxed and moved to hold on to Soap’s arms instead, closing his eyes as Soap started to fuck him. “Hate that name.”

“One day, I’ll make you a MacTavish and you won’t have to use it anymore.” Soap mumbled against his ear, slamming into him to hear him muffle a scream.

“Really? Don’t see either of us as the marrying type.”

“I’ll make an honest man out of you. Promise.” Soap meant it, even they were just bantering. One day, he’d make Simon his. Maybe not legally since his lover was dead according to the law, but in every way he could.

Simon stopped talking once Soap found his sweet spot, hitting it over and over again. Soap tried to be quiet, wanting to drink in every sound he could get from Simon. He really was stunning. Especially with all the scars.

Soap sped up, finally getting Simon to stop bothering to muffle himself. Simon pulled him in closer until Soap crushed him against the desk. He kept kissing Soap desperately, shaking when he finally came.

Soap smirked. “Didn’t even have to touch you that time. I’m getting better.” He thrust in a few more times before pulling out and coming over his chest.

Simon hummed in response and refused to move. Soap shook his head and found the rag he had brought in specifically for this. “You okay? Ya know I need you speaking.”

“I’m alright, sir.” Simon said softly, He held on to him, looking spent.

“Come on, love, let me get you to bed.”

“Yours.” Simon sat up, pulling his pants back on.

“Mine, of course.

#Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call of Duty #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2

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multiverse-imagines · 1 year

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vash x wolfwood!reader

vash just fawning over wolfwood’s sister, like he’d be staring without him even noticing.

when she notices she’s like “what’re you staring at?” immediately looks away.

she seems mean on the outside; but is very kind and sweet once you get to know her.

also Nicholas and her bicker a lot

if possible can u write this please

A/N: The sister????? The potential for Vash and Wolfy to be… IN-LAWS???!?!?!! Or even more interesting AN ANGSTY TRIANGLE??? OH I AM SO DOWN

I also finished Black Lagoon Recently, so this prompt was very appropriate! How serendipitous. This character totes took heavy inspo from Eda.

So Called Nun

In Vash's opinion, there were only two things in this world that seemed to throw Nicholas D. Wolfwood off his game. Drinking too fast, and seeing those from his past. The latter was definitely true when one night Nicholas was definitely on edge.

"You good, Wolfwood? You've almost drunk that whole bottle and it's not even midnight yet." Vash asked, worried about his friend.

"Don't worry about it, Needle Noggin." Wolfwood grumbled before downing another shot of Jack, the smack of the whiskey causing him to slightly totter in his chair.

Suddenly, the clatter of the saloon doors slamming open caused the patrons to fall silent. Normally, someone slamming into the saloon in attempts to assert dominance you get a simple eye roll. The bar stayed silent at the venue of a young woman… in a nun's garb?

A pair of gaudy sunglasses sat atop her covered head, and her eyes were hazed over with the memories of intentional murder. To the trained nose, she reeked of death and decay, as if those she'd killed clung to her robes in a meager attempt to drag her to hell as they seeked retribution. That's how she looked to Wolfwood who nearly fell out of his chair at the sight of her.

To Vash however, she was truly a beautiful angel! A woman of the cloth who clearly sought out those who needed the grace of God! The shades were a wonderful accent to her eyes that were intensely full of passion!

The woman immediately stomped over to Wolfwood, kicking a chair out of the way to sit down on. She snatched Nicholas' bottle of Jack before plopping down on the chair, kicking her legs up into the table in front of her.

Her boots were anything but elegant. Once sleek combat boots were now cracked and ragged leather, one of which wasn't even tied.

"Nico, Nico, Nico, it's been so long!" She gave him a toast with the bottle before downing a good amount of the remaining portion.

"And what the fuck do you want, dear Sister?"

"Is that how you treat family after not coming home for nearly 6 years? Livio would be so upset." The woman shrugged. She glanced over to the red coated man who was making the most wide eyed love struck face at him. She swore she could see drool in the corner of his mouth.

"And what are you looking at, ya damn Needle Noggin? Take a fuckin picture." She scowled at him. Vash immediately turned his head away from her, looking at the ground.

"Hey, leave my buddy alone. He's basically harmless." Wolfwood rolled his eyes at her, "besides, he's into rough treatment." His fingers tapped Impatiently on the table.

"Ah, I see how it is." A sneaky sneer came over her face. She got up from the chair, standing over Vash, gently taking his chin to guide it to look up at her.

"I'm sorry, little puppy, what was your name again?" Her voice turned smoother.

"V-Vash the Stampede, Miss!" He tensed up at her hand moving to cup his face.

"How adorable. Your wanted posters don't do you justice, really." She brushed her thumb against the beauty mark on his cheek, "Maybe God's blessing can be upon you tonight, Puppy." She teased him.

Wolfwood on the other hand, had swatted the shot glass away so as not to break it in his hand. He flexed his hand to keep it from locking up.

"Did you have a reason you were here, Sis?" He tried to keep the growl out of his voice. It didn't work.

"Ah, yes. About that." Her voice gained an air of intensity as she abandoned teasing the stampede, and walked around to stand in front of Nicholas, "Chapel and Livio are headed home, but not after they terrorize the whole town, and kick everyone but our family out. I can't do anything about it, since I have some obligations that are a little more… binding." She glanced away, dodging her reason for not assisting,

"My point is, I can't help them, but I know you two can. Please make sure everyone is okay, and don't get yourself killed? They've been bugging me about getting you to come home anyways." She chuckled halfheartedly. Wolfwood took a deep breath, and sat forward in his chair.

"Alright. I'll make a beeline that way first thing in the morning. If you clean up early, you can always join us." He looked up to his sister.

"That's a nice thought, but I don't think that'll be possible, big brother." She shook her head. Her voice was softer than before, as if she was peeking out from behind the shield she'd put up.

"Ah, don't go all soft on me now, don't worry, big bro will handle everything!" He gave a hollow smile that would put Vash's to shame as he put his arm up and flexed.

"I'm sure you've got this. Well, I better head out, Nico-ni. I'll buy drinks next time." She smiled, with almost a bittersweet smile as she ruffled his hair. She snatched the bottle of Jack off of the table, and made her way out of the bar, "Consider this collateral!" She laughed maniacally.

"What a woman." Vash practically had little hearts floating around his head.

"Yeah, what an idiot." Wolfwood frowned, now boozeless, and his buzz gone. He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling, processing his sister's words.

Livio. How long had it been?

He needed a cigarette.

#trigun #vash x reader #trigun brain rot #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #sister au #black lagoon inspiration #livio the double fang

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liveinfantacy · 11 months

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CHEATING (JUNGKOOK SMUT) REQUESTED

A/N POV:

Jungkook attends a party in the club that one of his friends throws. he is not really interested in the party, he is in a bad mood because of the recent fight between him and his GF. Things are going bad in their relationship, mia who is his girlfriend always fight with him for small reason and it's making him really frustrated. he feels like she is only with him because of money, she never shows him care and love and only come to him either for money or her sexual desires. hell, he is not even happy and satisfied with the sex that he has with her. he is doubting now that is he really loves her or not. maybe not!

"hey Jungkook" someone called Jungkook making him look up. "oh hii Mark" he said while getting up and hugging him. "Bro long time no see" Mark said with a smile on which Jungkook just nod with a smile. Jungkook eyes fell on figure's side Jungkook "Who" he said while looking up and down the girl next to Mark " oh she is y/n my friend" mark said but Jungkook just stared at her, "hii beautiful" Jungkook said forwarding his hand "hello" y/n said with a smile and shake his hand.

Jungkook and y/n both are sitting on chairs while sipping their drink. Jungkook is looking at y/n body up and down while biting his lips, he found her so tempting and hot. while y/n also checking out Jungkook, well Jungkook is a fine man. he is tall, hot, and manly. Anyone can fall the sec they see his handsome face, and so do y/n. suddenly mark got a call and he left from there leaving both of them alone. they both stare at each other intensely." stop staring at my body, I know I am sexy" y/n said with a smirk still checking out Jungkook "Did I say something about you undressing me with your eyes, I know I am hot" Jungkook said while giving her flirty look. "please give me the honor to have a dance with you, darling" Jungkook said with deep seductive voice while offering his hand to y/n. "my pleasure, handsome" y/n said and accept Jungkook hand.

they both went on dance floor and started to dance on music. jungkook rest his hand on y/n waist while y/n put her hand on jungkook chest.they started to move their body while still staring at each other, y/n started to teasing jungkook by toching his chest while jungkook hand travel down to her ass. their face is inches aprt from each other, jungkook breath fanning y/n face.jungkook pull y/n more closer by her ass. "you are really tempting, darling" jungkook whisper in y/n year and started to kiss her neck"hmm" y/n moan little feeling jungkook lips on her neck. jungkook turned y/n around , now her back he pressing o his hard chest "fuck baby" jungkook moan when y/n rub her ass on his croch making him go crazy. "you are inviting trouble babygirl" he said while sniffing her scent on her neck "if trouble is this much hot , why not" y/n said and put her hand on his crotch."fuck y/n , come with me" jungkook groan and pull y/n with him , he started to drag her toeard upstairs.

he opens the door of one of the rooms and pulls y/n in. As soon as they come inside y/n pulls into a kiss by Jungkook. they started to kiss each other roughly yet passionately. "you are driving me crazy, babygirl" he said and grabbed her ass roughly making her moan "aah jungkook" Y/n moan his name, "lets not waste time princess, stripe" Jungkook said, and started to undress her. after few moments both get undress. jungkook pushes y/n onto the bed and hovers over her . he removes his boxer.

“You like what you see, my baby?” he smirks, noticing how you couldn’t get your eyes off of his hard cock.

It was so big, you weren’t even sure if it’ll fit. Your past boyfriends couldn’t even compare to him. The tip of his cock was pouring precum and it was angry in red, the veins in his shaft prominent that made you mewl. Crossing your legs together in need, a whimper flows out of you as you felt your pussy drip. You wanted to feel it inside of you for the first time, you want him to break you.

“What are thinking, hmm? Baby?” he says, letting his thick shaft rub against your wet, soaked slit. You whimper, bucking your hips up but his hands push you back down with a growl.

“Y-You’re so big, Jungkook,” you blush, “It wouldn’t fit.”

“Oh, I fucking know, baby,” the tip of his dick slightly nudges your clit, making you mewl from the sensitivity. “I don’t even know if you can take it.”

He hears you whimper and he slaps your cunt a couple of times with his thick dick, “But you will.”

Jungkook pushes the tip slowly against your entrance, and you close your eyes immediately from the feeling. He was going so slow yet you can feel how your walls were stretching so much with just the tip.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” he curses, trying to fit this whole tip in without accidentally breaking you in half, “You’re so fucking tight, fuck, even with how wet you already are. Goodness, baby,” he chuckles, pulling his cock out as he tries to fit it in for a second time, “Pussy so fucking tiny, can’t even get the head to fit.”

He was able to push about half of his cock inside your cunt yet you already feel so full. You couldn’t stop the way your pussy was dripping more and more juices out, and Jungkook loved the way it felt.

He notices how your eyes were getting watery once again, and this time he felt concerned.

“Does it hurt, baby? Please tell me to stop if it gets too much for you,”

“No, no, please. Please continue,” you say with a small voice, trying to control your breathing, “I-I just love the way it feels so much.”

Jungkook feels his cock pulse from your praise, and it definitely turned a switch inside of him, “Yeah, you do? Look at you, crying already. Crying ‘cause you love the feeling, huh? Love the feeling of my cock stretching your tiny, delicious cunt?”

You nod your head frantically, feeling how he pushes more and more of his cock into you. It felt like it doesn’t seem to end. “S-so…big…” you cry, sniffing. Jungkook lifts your legs up and hangs it on his shoulders, the new position caused him more room to push and his tip hits your g-spot without trouble.

“Oh!” you yell, “Jungkook!”

“Fuuuuuck!” he drags out, starting to pump slowly, “Feels so fucking good. Your little cunt feels so tight, shit, it keeps clenching, baby.” Jungkook throws his head back, biting his bottom lip.

“I’m gonna cum.” You whisper, “I’m gonna c-cum!”

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to fuck you a bit faster, hitting your sweet spot without difficulty with his thick tip. “Cum, baby, I’m not gonna stop you.”

Your eyes roll back from the immense pleasure, the feeling of a large wave hitting your body as you went through your hard orgasm. You’ve never cummed so hard in your entire life. You started seeing stars as your pussy clenches tightly around Jungkook’s cock as you feel him fuck you harder and faster through your orgasm.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, “Jung—oh my god!”

Jungkook adjusts his position and starts to fuck you deeper, his arms keeping him up as he pounds down in your cunt. He watches your reaction, how you never stopped crying and how you kept moaning and whimpering for him. He watched how your tiny figure was curled up, your legs hanging on his shoulders as it provided him more space to fuck you. He smirks and chuckles, loving how submissive you are.

“You love how I fuck you, huh, you love my cock? You love how my big, long cock stretches your tiny little cunt out? Hmm?”

You don’t respond as you were too focused on the feeling of his big cock pounding your pussy, his balls hitting your butt. His shaft was rubbing against your walls so good that it was the only thing you can think of. When you don’t answer, Jungkook gives one particular, hard thrust, his tip harshly hitting your g-spot.

“O-oh! Jungkook…” you whined.

“Answer when someone asked you a question, you bad, little girl.”

“I-I…” you gulped, “I love it, Jungkook…”

He pushes another inch of his cock in, making you gasp loudly.

“Love what?”

“I l-love how your big cock stretches me out,” you mewled, biting your lip right after. Jungkook cock throbs when your eyes meet and they looked so big. Your eyes were watery as more tears kept escaping from them, and Jungkook wanted to wipe them off of your face, but the sight was too good.

The way you were looking up at him so innocently made him fuck you harder and deeper, getting even closer to his own orgasm.

“Why’re you such a fucking crybaby, huh?” he chuckles, “Crying all this time, hmm? Couldn’t take my fingers and my cock? You couldn’t take how I fuck you raw? Fuck, baby. Cry as much as you want, I’m not gonna fucking stop until you say so.”

Saying that Jungkook was turned on was an understatement. There were no words to describe how aroused he was in this situation. He was so fucking lucky to have you.

“Deeper, please,” you sobbed. Jungkook does just that. His thrusts turn even harsher as he basically pushes all of his cock in, not caring that it might sting. “Aahh! K-Kook!” you cry, but he doesn’t care at this point. He was too in his feelings.

“Yeah, look at my pretty little girl taking all of this cock in her little cunt. You filthy little thing, you like it when I fuck you balls deep?” he chuckles when you nod your head, sniffing.

“My crybaby. I love to see you cry. Love to feel how my dick stretches that little pussy. So fucking tight, fuck.”

Jungkook feels your pussy clenching sporadically around him once more, and he senses your second orgasm. “Cum, baby. Cum around my cock again. Please, fuck. Wanna feel your walls tighten around my raw dick. Wanna see you scream my name and sob for me. Wanna see this little pussy ruined.”

That was all that it took for you to cum. Your hands scratch down his back as your walls tighten around his thick girth. Your mouth was agape as you screamed his name like he wanted to. “Jungkook! Oh my god, oh my god…” Jungkook keeps fucking you through your orgasm again as he helped himself reach his own high. You came so hard, your mind going blank as you just focused on the delicious, addictive sensation.

“Fuuuuck, yeah, oh my fucking god.” He curses, and with a few hard thrusts, he pulls out and shoots his cum on your stomach. Strings of his seed cover your skin and you moan from the sight. He kept pumping his cock with his right hand, his biceps flexing and abs tightening as he milked his cock clean.

After he was finished he flops beside you with a loud sigh. “Oh my god. I came so fucking hard.”

just like that you both cuddle with each other forgetting the party is going downstairs....

*I am sorry if I not match your expectaion. I tried my best to write as your expectations.

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