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night-dazai · 2 months

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Hi !! i got this idea while looking at a picture of dazai, i suggest you a pm dazai x reader x ada dazai smut 👀👀 i'm hungry for dazai 😭 please can you write me one? 🙏🙏🙏

Hey all I am sorry that I have not been posting for a week, college is too rough on me I have nothing done I am sorry😭😭😭 I will update all requests soon and the box is always open for more spice!

Tags: threesome, ass and pussy fucking, female reader, slapping, nipple play, rough sex, creampies .not proofread

SLAP! Your ass throbbed with pain and pleasure as both of them riled into your cunt and mouth “Bella ~~” one moaned out while the other grabbed your breasts harshly while calling you a whore. It has been hours you were sure but not one of them had any intentions of stopping “pls.. I cannot “ you whined when one took his dick out of your mouth only to get another harsh slap across your ass and a mean hard thrust “ shut it “ one said while the other kissed your passionately “ one more love ~”. His smooth voice wanted you to do more for him but the other made sure you did more for him little did you know they were opposites but one thing they had in common was that not one of them was stopping anytime soon “ Dazai ~~” your moan was horse and rough due to your overused vocals “ yes love/slut” both answers moving their hair from their face.

FEW HOURS BEFORE :

“This is a fucking time travel machine !!!” you shouted to your boyfriend, you both were supposed to find the criminal who stole the machine, arrest him and destroy the machine. “Not use it to go to the past !” you shouted while your lover was too excited looking at his surroundings “It sure is the past !” he exclaimed clapping his hands together like a happy kid. You wanted to punch the life out of this man but you could not plus just 24 hours after that you guys will automatically go back to the future or your present.

For one hour both of you walked the streets of Yokohama seeing your past “That shop “ you said pointing at a candy shop. Dazai giggled “Yeah, after each mission, I would go there right ? Why not get some candy now ?” he asked. Both of you entered the tiny box-like shop but stopped dead in your tracks seeing a brown-haired in a black coat biting his nails instead of the food . “thaa…” you stammered while Dazai smiled but it was a sad one, before any one of you could act you already made eye contact with him “Port mafia executive Osamu Dazai “ you mumbled holding your lover's hands tightly.

You did not know if it was excitement or what “Hi!” your lover said walking towards the confused-looking younger Dazai. He looked at Dazai for one second turned his head towards you and kept staring “That's rude “ you said smiling. “Marry me “ was all the younger Dazai said making your lover laugh “Yeah only after a few years, still I am yet to go there but we can get there, “ he said.

Everyone in the shop was curious as to the twin-looking people but the executive seemed to be a bit too calm “Explanation? Ability?” he asked calmly. Dazai explained the whole situation but left out important parts like how he no longer was a pm member. You thought he would think you guys were lying but for some reason, the Dazai and Dazai had some weird way of communicating.

After listening to your lover he rubbed his chin processing the information going through his head “So, you are the future me, this girl is our lover and she is an ordinary citizen (which is a lie your lover told him for safety “). And now you are stuck here for 24 hours ?” “More like 22 or 21 hours “ you corrected putting your tea cup down “Wanna spend time together ?” you asked.

You knew Dazai from his mafia days, you were following him ( you were a detective in ADA ) but little did you expect to fall for him and seeing his younger self made you want to know him as a person and not some living person you read from a file.

The Executive gave you one more weird look “ wanna go to my house ?” he asked. Dazai went quiet for one moment and then agreed, you had just decided to follow them both for the day and that's how you ended up in his house, stuck between both of them as you guys watched “TV “.

Both of them squeezed you as you sat with tense muscles when you felt a hand on each of your thighs, confused you looked at both trying to remove it but they didn't budge “ Dazai …???” “Why not have some fun with me ?” the executive asked smirk plastered on his face “Well you can never be as good as me, “ Dazai said squeezing you and making you shut and open your eyes “Then Why not find out “ the younger Dazai felt challenged and you could feel the cold air but you seemed to have no say plus both are your lover right ?? (you were confused ).

That's how you ended up on the large queen size bed of the mafia executive while your lover lay on it calling you to lie on his chest “I am removing them “ the executive said pulling your jeans in one pull and dragging your panties halfway done while the other kissed you making you look at him.

“This is something new for you right ..so wet “ he said licking your juices. That's when reality hit you “What were you doing ?!!! Your lover is okay with this ??” but you could not think or talk as a whimper escaped your mouth feeling the executive move his tongue in your cunt while your lover had your top naked making you completely naked.

“Bella~~~” he moaned pinching and twisting your nipples leaving hot wet kisses down your neck and back. Shivering you held the hair of the executive “Slow” you said as his to slow his mean pace of tongue.

Not did you unknowingly encourage him to go faster he had you cumming 4 mins after you said that and it was a strong orgasm. Your lover laid you down on the bed and switched positions with his past self, positing at your wet throbbing cunt “In love “ voice dripping with lust he moved his entire length in.

Breathing hard and whimpering you moved to his thrust when you felt a hand on your jaw “Put this to use love “ the mafia said shoving it and making you choke. It was hard and rough the way both of them handled you but also felt similar and … good….

Your jaw hurts and you have cum 3 or 4 times your hazy did not know “Come on the move “ your lover hissed slapping your thighs as you stopped shaking your hips to match his rough, up shots “Can… can't” you thought crying tears which mixed with your drool and cum dripping from your jaw as the mafia executive kept abusing your poor mouth.

“ You can and will “ the executive said one last time holding your jaw tighter and shooting in your mouth for the nth time. As he pulled out your lover pulled out of your cunt, both holes leaked white cum of his and yours mixed cum and drool and juices.

It was nasty and wet but satisfying “Switch?” the mafia Dazai asked as your lover agreed and then again you were on all fours as they did the same after cleaning their cum from both holes. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head when you suddenly noticed the mirror next to you. You could see yourself getting fucked at both ends, embarrassment flooded your mind and your body reacted “Don't tighten suddenly you slut “The mafia Dazai slapped your ass making you jerk from the reaction.

The look in his eyes is animal-looking and soo predatorial, unlike your sweet lover. Noticing the path of your eyes was not to the liking of your lover who pulled his dick out of your mouth “Eyes on me Bella “ his voice was firm and stern but still warm unlike the person fucking your cunt.

He suddenly kissed you, it was rougher than before and more harsh grip on your chin. ADA Dazai stared at PM Dazai “Oh… I see “ the executive said giving more mean thrusts making you jerk up and fall off your hands landing on your lover's lap crying and holding his thighs “ suck me off “ he ordered eyes not on you but the man fucking you.

It felt hot, your sweet lover who had a rough fucking style was always still warm to you but suddenly became 100 times hotter as you got fucked by his past self. You eagerly sucked his tip massaging his balls while he put his head back “Yeah deeper “ he ordered pushing you a little deeper.

Time flew like a second and you had cum thrice on both their cocks while they still seemed to have enough energy to ravishingly enjoy you two more times “Please…..no more” you begged but they were having none of that. Both were focused on giving you pleasure more than the other when suddenly one of them would make you look into the mirror and spread your pussy opening it with his fingers as his cock was in “See… see how this slutty hole is sucking me in “.

As you turned your head to stop looking from the view your lover would have your mouth used again and again as he played with your nipples like they were a toy.

Suddenly your lover pulled you up your back in his chest as he positioned his dick at your asshole while the other Dazai got in front of your cunt “I heard this feels too good” he said and both entered you at the same time forcing you to see your fucked out messy face in the mirror asking you “ who is better ?”

HOURS LATER :

Kunikada sat with the most worried expression on his face you sat down panting while your lover just sat next to you smiling “Are you alright ?” he asked rubbing your back you would flinch making the blonde look at you more worried but he removed his hand.

Yosano smiled and patted your head “ wanna rest in the office “ she offered as you nodded weakly and walked up with her help. “ Get lost “You slapped your lover's hand when he offered but he smiled and just watched you walk limping “What happened “ the blonde asked again “Nothing…..she just met me again for the very first time “ he said smiling a bit weird.

“Dazai have you gotten a bit shorter ?” Kunida asked suddenly asking him to look at him for the first time after getting back from the past “No..why ?” Dazai asked but the blonde was gone when his phone rang “How is she ?” the caller asked “A little better but I think we should go easy on her “ the smile still plastered on his face “You should have gone easy on her “You lover shouted hanging up “ well maybe …next time “

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i-smoke-chapstick · 2 months

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‘WILDFLOWER AND BARLEY,

-GOTHAM!EDWARD NYGMA X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Sometimes you don’t think you deserve him….other times, you think it’s for the best that you stay.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!riddler x female reader. SMUT AND ANGST!! reader is toxic, but eddie is too, so its ok. eddy being vanilla but also strangely dominant. guys this fic is FILTHY. also,, part 3 to gotham characters eating you out. takes place with like season 2 eddy, post kringle. Did i write a fic inspired by a Hozier song that isn’t even released yet? yes. readers taking advantage of eddy. but also, eddy is more than willing to give. kind of a character study. im so sorry if i made reader too mean ive had this idea for a week😭

fic requested by @clementine-writes-things <3

♫ “My coffee black in my bed at 3 / You’re too sweet for me. You’re too sweet for me.” Wildflower and Barley by Hozier

You’d fucked up, majorly.

God, what were you thinking?

Edward Nygma, the quirky forensics guy. The loon, as your fellow officers eloquently put it. And you didn’t necessarily disagree. He was certainly a peculiar fellow. He had always a thing for…what was her name? Kristen Kringle. That was it. You’d been working with him for years, watching him moon after her. You could…understand the appeal, you guessed. She had a sexy sixties librarian type of thing going for her. She kept to herself. Maybe you should’ve done the same. She’d dissapeared a few weeks ago.

You somehow landed yourself in the bed of Edward Nygma. You’d been hooking up…For the past two weeks in a row. No judgement, yeah?

It started as a joke. You and the other officers, chatting with beers and obnoxious comments towards the other tools in the GCPD. Jim Gordon…Harvey Bullock. The way the men couldn’t seem to keep their mouthes shut, especially Jim.

Well, you’d gotten plenty tipsy, staying after work. You pummled those beers back like it was your last night alive. And hell, living in gotham? As an officer? It very well could be.

They were all drunk and laughing out of their minds. Anything anyone said seemed overly funny. Especially when one of your fellow cops brought up the name, “Nygma” like the name was it’s own disease.

“You think Y/N could sleep with him?”

“Yeah, Y/N, go fuck the loon. I wonder what it’s like.”

“You think he says riddles when hes cumming?”

“Whats long, hard, and has ‘cum’ in the middle?”

The numerous voices of your “friends” rung out, and in the moment, drunk out if your mind, you too thought it was the funniest thing in the world.

“I could do it.” You affirmed, alcohol giving you the liquid courage you wouldn’t typically have. After the “oooooo”ing from some of your coworkers, you decided, fuck it. Edward was tall, had nice cheekbones, and was smart. You could do worse than a one night stand.

So you confidently marched into that forensics room, high on the dare the other cops had given you.

You found him, looking into one of the forensics mirrors. He was muttering to himself and you snorted. Weirdo. Oh well.

He pushed up his glasses when you two made eye contact. He was sweating, for some reason, in that lanky labcoat and rubber-gloved hands. He stood up straight and went rigid when he saw you.

“Ms. L/N-“ He was about to question, when you rammed your lips onto his. You remember it like yesterday- how hesitant he was. The way he parted for air, breathing wildly at you. He kept trying to ask questions the whole time you were eagerly undressing him. But he didn’t seem to mind your fowardness.

Well, just your luck, that one night stand was the best fuck of your life. The way his cock fitted perfectly into your body, like it was made for your cunt alone. You two fucked on the forensics cabinets, your coworkers in the next room over, and it was exhilarating. Especially when the usually reserved Ed got unusually rough, pulling your hair and smacking your ass just right.

By the time you two were done…you were fucked out of your mind. Pleasantly surprised.

Since then, you hadn’t been able to get away. You told the cops it was vanilla, and reveled in their dismay. But…you came back for seconds. And then thirds. And then fourths. And then you couldn’t remember the last time you woke up in your own bed.

And just as if you were Kristen…he started following you. Your coworkers snickered. You’d see homemade cupcakes left on your desk. You’d catch him staring at you from the other side of the precint. You writhed under his gaze. For a man with not much expirence, he was obnoxiously good at sex. And he was even more obnoxiously good at not understanding the meaning of coworkers with benefits, and not a relationship.

But…mornings like these? You can’t complain.

Taking yourself back to the present, you awoke in his bed. The sunlight of the open windows bled through your eyelids, and you felt yourself smack your lips. You blinked yourself awake, same as you always did. You shifted underneath the covers, which had been neatly adjusted over you. It was infuriatingly comfortable. You let a yawn escape your lips.

“Ah, good! You’re awake!” You heard his voice chime, far off in the kitchen. You looked up, seeing his tall frame. He stared at you adoringly, and you felt your heart pang.

He carried a tray of coffee and breakfast. You sat up. It was the usual morning routine. He made the most exquisite breakfasts for you.

“A necessity to some, a treasure to many. I’m best enjoyed among pleasant company. Some like me hot, some like me cold. Some prefer me mild, others prefer me bold. What am I?” He spoke the riddle quickly.

You blinked at him, tired. You shrugged nonchalantly.

He made his way over to you, swiftly and delicatley placing the tray in your lap.

“Coffee.” He looked a bit dissapointed at your lack of answer, but brightened back up instantly. “Almost black, not quite. 1 Sugar. No cream. Just how you like it.” He noted, and it was in this moment, you felt the weight of your actions. He’d memorized everything about you. Whatever records you liked, he’d play softly. He’d learned your favorite flavor cupcake, and how you took your coffee. Gods, he’d even bought the brand of toothpaste you had at your house, so it was familiar brushing your teeth in the morning.

You squinted, adjusting yourself to the sunlight of the room. Golden. You felt the weight of the tray, and met his gaze. God, it was intense. The way his big, puppy dog like eyes harrowed in on you. Like you were the world.

He was practically wagging his tail, watching you take a slow sip of coffee. He wanted praise, as though perfected it, finally.

He was too sweet for you. You didn’t deserve any of this. But selfishly…you couldn’t resist.

You gave him a small nod in approval, letting the liquid glide down your throat. Damn it, The coffee was perfect.

He positioned himself next to you on the bed, sitting, legs crossed. He looked at you almost creepily, eyes never leaving as you finished your breakfast and coffee. You didn’t say a word to him, but you did listen to him ramble quite a bit. Every now and then he’d ask a casual question, and you’d stay silent, or give him a one worded answer. You’d see his smile falter, but he’d continue.

When you were done, he’d grab the tray from your hands. You let him do the work for you. You liked his bed. He came back, eyes big and bright. He sat once more, looking at you expectantly. You furrowed your brows.

“…What?”

He shrugged, giving a slightly nervous, manic giggle. You cringed a bit, but faltered when you felt his fingertips glide across your thigh.

Oh. Thats what.

“…We have work in an hour.” You replied. The mantra played in your head. You don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve him. You felt guilty.

“I’ll be quick.” He affirmed, peeling the covers back. Oh, fuck it. Who were you to deny him?

He didn’t lie, he was fast. The covers exposed your skin, still undressed from the previous night. You felt the cool air on your thighs and pussy, and couldn’t help it. You caved.

In an instant, he was worshipping your legs, working his way up. He kept eye contact with you, laying gentle bites and pecks into the plush of your skin.

He kissed his way up, tonguing the bite marks he left in his wake. You shivered when his lips hovered over your pussy. He wasted no time. No, he didn’t tease you, he needed to please you as quickly as he could. It was a need for him.

His tongue came into contact with your pussy lips, and you shivered. Instinctivley, you threaded your hands through his morning messy hair, and shoved his face into you. He reciprocated instantly, wanting nothing more than to make you feel good. He licked up and down, tongue flicking gently on your cute little pearl of a clit.

He circles it and taps it with his tongue, saliva dripping and mixing with your juices. His movements are quick and calculated, and he indulges you, body and soul. He hums in pleasure when you arch your back up into him uncontrollably. It’s almost uncharacteristic- the way he switches from being so soft and gentle, to practically making out with your pussy. You feel his fingers dig into your thighs, like he’s a whole different person when he’s mouth fucking you.

Your moaning and shaking, saying his name over and over. Somehow, your getting off to this. To the idea you don’t deserve him. That he’s such a nicer, better, smarter person than you. And although he doesn’t vocalize it, you wonder if he strangely shares the sentiment.

It’s almost like he knows. Like he’s self-aware- of all your selfish thoughts. Like this, him eating you out, him on his knees for you, making you breakfast in bed- is some sort of revenge.

He knows what he’s doing. He’s making you feel awful, guilty for your mistreatment of him- by giving you more and more of him. And you find yourself cumming in his mouth at the thought.

He greedily laps at your swollen clit, overstimulating you. You let out a loud yelp, and he keeps going, only for a few more seconds.

It’s weird. He’s weird. But as you sober up from your orgasm, shaking underneath him, you brush those strange thoughts from your head.

You look into his gentle eyes again, watching him ramble off apologies. You two will most definitely be late to work. You scold yourself. Why would you think such an odd thing? No, he’s a complete sweetheart. Not a degrading bone in his body. You think.

Yet…you still feel the bruises forming on your thighs. And the burning guilt of using him.

You left his aparment in a hurry, driving yourself insane. You seem to convice yourself it was a weird orgasm thought, maybe you’re more kinky than you thought; for some pseudo pyschological self degradtion.

You go to the precint, just as you do every other day. The work is effectively still just as boring and your peers are still just as insufferable.

You’re given a few files by some mysoginistic cop you haven’t aquainted yourself with, who obviously assumed you were the new record keeper. You snort, but decide to take it. You browse over the files, snooping. They are forensic files, and your heart drops. Ah. You’ll have to give these to him.

You enter the forensic room without knocking- at least, you’re about to. But you hear him mumbling to himself, and decide to listen in for a moment. Curiosity getting the best of you.

“You’re too good to her.” You hear him argue with…himself? “You need to show her whose in charge.”

“I am!” He retaliates to his own voice.

“By making her coffee?” He snarls, and your brows furrow. He smashes a file cabinet closed loudly. You jump.

“Yes!” Ed’s voice growls out, fed up. “If you were smart enough to understand-“ He begins, and you’ve heard enough. You enter the room.

Ed looks at you bewildered, and you look at the same. He’s sweating, and his hair is in dissaray. You two make eyecontact and you grimace. What the hell?

You hardly register what he was actually saying, and more that he was having a seemingly very heated conversation with himself. You watch him fumble with his glasses.

“…Ed?” You question, and he snaps.

“What are you doing here?” His voice is quick and sharp. Thats uncharacteristic. You wince.

“Uh, files.” You nod to the papers in your hands, and he blinks, standing up straight. He clears his throat.

“Right.” He recovers, quickly. You narrow your eyes at him, and hum, giving them to him. He’s about to speak, but you rush yourself out of the room, heart pounding.

He is weird. He is a freak. You chime. Your coworkers have been right.

Any shred of pity you had for him has dwindled significantly, and you mull it over in your mind.

Maybe you do deserve eachother, You think. You’re the best he’s going to get.

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xxhispieceofheavenxx · 1 year

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When you start dating Remus, everything is a dream. He takes you on nice dates, constantly dotes on you, helps you with homework… Everything feels like a dream except the sex; sex with Remus always feels… not enough. It's not because he doesn't make you orgasm, he is the best boyfriend you've had in that aspect. He's sweet, gentle and extremely giving, but it never feels enough. It always feels like Remus is holding back, and no matter how many times you ask him if he enjoyed himself, he always gives you the same smile that doesn't reach his eyes "Of course I did, love. Didn't you?" And obviously, you did; because you climaxed, you got your cuddles, and you love Remus. So why does it never feel as it should?

All comes to a stop when you haven't had sex in a couple of weeks, and while you're making out in your dorm, you stop Remus and hit him with the "we need to talk". Que Remus-panic-mode, where he lets you speak as his mind is racing, thinking that you're breaking up with him. But instead, you open up about how you feel he doesn't enjoy sex with you and how you want to know if you're doing something wrong and what can you change to make everything better and…

He stops your rambling, and with sad eyes, he tells you that there is nothing you've done wrong, that it's his fault and that he is sorry. So you make him explain because you've asked him enough times already, so he comes out clean. It's not anything you've done; it's something he hasn't done. He hasn't been able to fully let go and enjoy himself, thinking that he was going to scare you or worse, hurt you; because he has this thing, his lycanthropy, his "wolfie tendencies", that make him not so gentle in bed and he has been stopping himself from claiming you like he wants to because, as he said, he is scared of hurting you or driving you away. So you reassure him that you love him with all your heart, that you want him to be happy during sex and that you want to explore his needs as much as he explores yours.

And after your heart-to-heart is game one. You start trying kinks and everything he likes out; ropes? Hell yeah, we can do ropes. Ice? Why not? Your sex life improves drastically; now when you're together, it feels like a dream. He is a lot less gentle, he bites and scratches, and he loves when you do it to him too. He loves marking your body, your neck, your thighs, everywhere. It isn't just missionary anymore, you work your way through a multitude of positions.

Remus still gets scared from time to time that you're going to get tired of his roughness, that you're going to want the sweet, gentle Remus from the beginning. But all his worries flow out the window when you look at him, eyes glossed over, lips swollen and a fucked out look on your face. He knows that you enjoy sex with him as much as he enjoys sex with you; and you get the sweet, gentle, loving Remus after, when he is wiping the sweat off your forehead or giving you a bath. He realises he doesn't have to be afraid, that he can be himself around you because you're going to love him no matter what.

Hey!! Thank you for all the notes on my few last Remus posts, I'm so glad you guys liked them! I'm still writing Possessive!Sirius because it keeps getting longer and longer, and I'm not trying to write a novel. I've rewritten it about three times but sometimes that's how it is. In the meantime, I thought you guys would enjoy this Remus dabble. I still haven't given up on my Sirius one-shot so don't worry! Hope you enjoyed reading it <3

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splatoon-countdown · 3 months

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23 days until Side Order!

Finally, a formal release date! No more x-y counting down! And it came even sooner than expected! (Spring doesn't start in February at all) so hey! That's awesome! (Also, sorry for how late this is. I've been very burnt out lately, and had a rough week. It took me an extra while to finish the last few days. Later today I'll post the next day, even though the countdown will be the same.)

With that said and done though, I have not posted for the last week because I have been participating in the global strike that was called upon by Bisan for a ceasefire, and overall freedom of Palestine. The strike has ended, but I will continue to post about the genocide going on to educate and inform my followers alongside counting down for Side Order and drawing every day. I plan to draw Agent 8 for a full 100 days, even after Side Order releases, so here's to another 50 unique drawings of Eight! Explanations/inspiration for each day will be under the cut.

Day 42-50 of drawing Agent Eight until Side Order releases, and for 100 days!

42: Played Uno with my friends for a roleplay they were doing, but one of them had multiple characters so me and another friend who wasn't part of the roleplay played their other characters, and something that happened during it inspired me to make this.

43: Based off of Agent Eight's concept art design for Splatoon 3, Rise of the Mammalians.

44: 44? Double 4? Time for an Agent 4 drawing!

45-46: Masc Eight looks really fruity in the Side Order outfit. And the single earring? I know what you are.

47: Classic "Character takes other character's accessories that they wear all the time" trope. Except the headphones. Those stay.

48: The guys :D

49: I got the ask below, and decided to draw 3 and 8 on a date together cosplaying Suselle :D

50: And to wrap the post up, for the big fifty, a version of the first day of drawing Agent 8 until Side Order comes out but with masc Eight!

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lilacsinjuly · 1 year

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post breakup sex with jjk characters

• geto - part 2

<- previous part

next part ->

‘she’s breaking down i’m ‘bout to lose it, i’m screaming who the fuck were you with’

CW: smut, toxicity, irresponsible drinking, degrading, humiliation, blowjob, nicknames (princess, baby), rough sex, biting, choking, slapping, dumbification.

word count: 3.1k

likes, comments and reposts are deeply appreciated! <3 enjoy.

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“Why were you even with her if you knew she was tryna fuck you then?”

Geto was pissed. He was drunk and incredibly angry.

You were equally as angry, yet painfully stubborn and irritating as a result of your drunkenness.

“How come you think so fucking little of me? You really think I'd cheat on you? You know what, you wanna break up with me?” he stormed over to your drunk body, held up by the wall’s support. “Fine. go on then, I’m not stopping you. Why the fuck should i be with someone who refuses to listen to my fucking explanation?”

“You wanna fucking explain? I don't need an explanation geto! I watched as you guys kissed right in front of me! To think we’ve been together for years and you-”

“I pushed her off goddammit! If you had looked for a second longer, you would have seen that I pushed her off! I would never do that to you!”

“I’m fucking done.” you slurred, stumbling out angrily. “Go fuck her if you wanna but remember who’ll actually make you cum” you mumbled on your way out, almost so quietly that he wouldn’t have heard had he not had his head in his arms against the wall in silence.

“Fuck off then.” he snapped drunkenly back.

•••

One week. It had been one week since your feud with geto and it felt like hell.

You woke up hungover and with little memory of the events, however, the mind of geto kissing that girl lingered in your mind.

Truth be told, you were looking for about half a second. She had her hand on his jaw and her lips on his. His eyes were wide and his grip on her wrist firm.

What you didn’t see was how when you turned your back, he pulled her wrist away and pushed her back to break the kiss repeating the same phrase he had told her several times that night: “I have a girlfriend.”

You had a gut feeling that both of you getting drunk would lead to complications, it always does. Every massive fight has started with both of you hammered and picking apart something and making it bigger than it actually is. Making it bigger than it is without having seen the full picture.

You felt this fight was permanent as your eyes told you he cheated, causing a hole in your heart to erupt and affect every part of you immensely.

The lack of communication on geto’s behalf certainly wasn’t helping.

It wasn’t until you sat in a pub, drinking away your sorrows, that you realised what had happened.

“You’re that dude’s girlfriend, aren’t you?” she sits beside you. “Can you apologise to him for me? I was totally drunk and I wouldn't have kissed him had I actually been in the right headspace to process his words.”

You’re taken aback a bit. At first, you were shocked at her audacity. However, her words interested you a bit. “I'm sorry, what?”

“You are his girl, right? Ge- Geto, I think his name was? He totally pushed me off when I kissed him and I'm so embarrassed that I even tried, especially after he told me about you like 7 times.” Her head fell dramatically into her hands, mocking the whole situation as though it hadn’t become a big deal.

But was it? Had he really been telling the truth? Shit you’ve fucked up. Surely he’d forgive you, right? I mean, from your perspective, all you saw was him locking lips with some girl he’d just met. You were understandably mad, so he can’t blame you for that, right?

Wrong.

Oh so very wrong.

He leant against the door frame, smirking down at you with tired eyes.

“So you wanna come crawling back after dumping me ‘cause you’re too fuckin’ stubborn to see the whole picture? Who’d you take me for, princess?”

He looked as though he hadn’t slept since your argument. You couldn’t blame him though as you spent your nights tossing and turning trying to decipher where you were lacking - what she had and you didn’t.

“Sugu, surely you understand my point of view? This whole situation is just a misunderstanding! Please can we just talk it through and try to understand each other“ you reasoned, though your words fell upon deaf ears as he went to slam the door. “You’re behaving ridiculously, Geto” you scolded him.

His mind felt as though it would blow up. He had spent the time without you in agony. The fact you had so little trust in him after all this time left a permanent scar in your relationship in which trust was a necessity. And then, you come strutting up to his apartment claiming you know the whole truth and how you want to go back to normal. He had spent a week with his heart in shreds at your lack of will to try only for you to listen to a woman you’ve never spoken to over him, your boyfriend.

Though, his true problem was how his clenched fist was leaving crescent shaped marks in his palm from restraining himself from pulling you into his arms. You would be the death of him.

“Fine then, come in. We’ll talk this shit through but if I don't like what you’re saying,” he stalked dangerously closer to you, “you won’t like what happens afterwards, princess.”

With his vague threat leaving you speechless and shivering, you stepped hesitantly through the door that had shown you into nothing but a homely welcome the countless other times you stepped through. This time, however, felt tense and you were desperate to turn back yet you were determined to fix this.

“Look, I know you’re pissed off because I didn’t believe you, yet you have to understand what I saw that night, Sugu-”

“Sure but d’you know what I saw? A stubborn brat who’s trust issues led her to jump to a conclusion despite having only looked at the situation for hardly a second.” he snapped back, slamming the door violently.

“Sugu, I was devastated! What would you just sit and stare if I kissed someone in front of you?” you attempted to reason.

“For fuck’s sake I didn’t kiss her!”

a never ending pattern of recycling arguments and trying to understand each other only led to sore throats and dried up tears as you were standing outside of suguru’s bedroom door, which he had stormed into mid-argument.

Your relationship has always been solid and stable. Sure, there were minor conflicts here and there yet nothing that led you both to having backs against the same door as you tried to reason with each other with the little breath you had left.

“Sugu, I hate this. Surely you’re not giving up because of one rough patch?”

“Fuck’s sake, princess. You don’t trust me and you don’t see where you’re wrong, either”

You were clinging onto any shred of hope or positivity. You wanted things back to how they were yet, Geto made this no easier by his lack of wanting to apologise and forgive you.

Your tear stained cheek was pressed against the wooden door as you heard shuffling and a lock clicking behind it. You shuffled back swiftly as he hesitantly opened the door.

His eyes shone dangerously dim, a worn out smirk rested on his lips as he looked you up and down. “You’re not even sorry, are you baby? You’re not sorry, ‘cause you don’t think you have to be. Ain’t that right?”

You sighed, “You want me to apologise? fine, then i’m-”

“Don’t. Don’t unless you fucking mean it.”

Your thoughts were all over the place at his confusing behaviour and words.

“I do mean it, Sugu. It was wrong of me not to trust you and I was wrong to jump to conclusions when-”

“This past week has been the worst since before we first started dating. I’ve been a fucking mess, princess. Everything reminds me of you and I can't take it. Shit, I can't even hate you right now because all I can see is your lips as they retaliate. You can’t even begin to comprehend the absurd feelings I have for you. I can’t even fucking tell whether I wanna be fucking you dumb against my door, or holding you and apologising or if I should slam the door in your face. You complicate shit and I can't stand it- I can't stand you.”

“You can’t stand me?”

Your throat was dry and your mind was blank. So much so that you hadn’t realised your back was against his door frame as he hovered over you intimidatingly.

Your mind so blank you hadn’t realised when his lips were on yours and then on your neck and moving down your chest as he picked you up by your thighs and caressed them gently before holding them in a bruising grip to convey his anger.

“I can’t fucking stand you.”

Geto carries you purposefully towards his bed, immediately placing his lips back on yours as he does so, as though your lips give him life.

He wasn’t lying. He can't stand you. He can’t stand your laugh, voice, hair, body or anything that you do because those things make him feel powerless and weak, they punch him straight in the stomach whenever you’re present however before, he would have died to even be touched by you. Now, though he’s fuelled by his undying adoration and desperation, he can't help but communicate the betrayal he feels by his lack of delicacy when handling you now. He can’t help but feel as though your lack of trust was just the twist of the blade in his heart during this relationship.

On the other hand, you cherished every second with him in case he decided to cut you off. You knew you fucked up, yet you knew your reasoning that the couldn’t discern.

Geto dropped you on the bed carelessly, whereas before, he’d handle you with the utmost fragility as though you could shatter any minute.

“You wanna prove to me how sorry you are, baby?” you nodded hesitantly, concerned for what he may have in mind yet not willing to toss away the preciousness of the memories made within the past few years.

“Good girl. listen carefully, okay? I know that's not your strong suit but try your hardest for me, baby.”

Fuck, you were on fire. You felt small due to his humiliation and degradation and he hadn’t even started. You bowed your head due to his belittlement, hiding away the shame evident on your face before he grabbed your chin harshly, however at the same time with the same amount of care he used to hold you with.

“I want you to get on your knees for me, you can do that, can’t you?” you nodded your head submissively, he always knew how to get you so small underneath him. “Good girl. Surely even your dumb brain knows what to do now, huh? C’mon baby.”

He glared down at you, radiating with power he had stolen from you. His fuel was your embarrassment and submission. He thrived on getting you to submit to him and do as you’re told.

Strands of hair began to fall out his bun, sticking to his forehead which only emphasised the fury within his eyes, hiding away the concern he felt for you at the same time.

A concealed smile began to creep its way upon his face as you slowly unbuckled his belt and lowered his jeans. Your eyes never left his menacing ones as you freed his hard cock and spat on it lewdly. “Do you wanna do that a bit faster, princess? Making me wait won't make this any easier for you.'' Although he spoke a question, you had little room to decide as he grabbed the back of your head and forced your lips to where he craved them to be, nudging his cock against them forcing you to part your lips.

He kept his grip firm on your head, yet he allowed you to move freely and didn’t push you further onto his cock, as tempting as it sounded to him. “Nothin’ stopping me from using you as a toy, baby, so pick up the pace, will ya?”

Anyone who respected themself would have immediately disobeyed, and whilst you knew your worth, something about the way geto spoke to you urged you to do as he says. His words were compelling and you were infatuated with every one of them as they controlled your mind. So, with his words processed in your head, you took every inch of him quicker, choking and gagging repetitively on his cock, tears welling up in your eyes from the invasion.

He grunted and moaned, eyes finally tearing from yours as he threw his head back, finally throwing praises at your ears, telling you how good you were being for him. He stroked your head tentatively as you struggled around him, head bobbing up and down, hands clawing at the material of his jeans.

Seeing him so pleased by your mouth caused you to grind up on yourself, moaning around his dick, the vibrations earning a tighter grip on your head. “F-fuck- you sorry baby? Say you’re fucking sorry. Oh wait, you can’t.” he pouted down at you, chuckling at the sight of you. “Poor thing, choking on my cock like that, so pathetic. You want mercy baby? Tough shit.”

He pulled your head off him roughly. “Get on the bed.”

He tugged off his clothes as you climbed on the bed, soon following his actions and removing your clothes, leaving you in your underwear on his bed.

He leaned down and encased you in his arms, lips closing on your skin, tongue travelling across your neck, then your chest, and soon your legs. He bit down on your skin harshly, looking up to see your pained reaction as you chewed on your bottom lip.

He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder as his fingers traced your thighs, however, you knew better than to beg him for more until he said so. His touch was gentle and light as his fingers dragged across your skin and over your panties until his thumb pressed down on your clit, causing your lips to part for a yelp to leave them.

All he did was bark out a brief laugh at your pathetic reaction and continue to torture you slowly. “Jesus, fuck- you always this wet after we argue, huh?” he smacked your thigh harshly at your lack of a response. “That was a question, princess.”

You parted your lips to answer, but before anything but a moan could come out, geto had his skilled fingers rubbing at your clit under your panties.

“Fuuu- yes!”

“Yeah, baby? What a slut, getting wet at me shouting at you. Tell me you’re a slut, baby, c’mon”

“’M a slut, Sugu.” you slurred as he pulled down your panties for full access to your cunt, fingers working their way inside you as his thumb played with your aching clit.

You moaned pathetically at his touch, pushing yourself onto his fingers in a desperate attempt for him to speed up, yet all he did was pull away from you, scoffing at you.

“Beg for my cock, baby. Make it good, put on a show f’me, will you? C’mon, beg for it.”

You wasted absolutely no time. Not a second of hesitation.

“Please Sugu! I can't take it anymore, need you inside me badly. Pleasepleasepleaseee Sugu I need your cock- please!”

His smile brightened before he shut you up with his lips on yours. His tongue found its way inside you as the kiss deepened, a whine erupting out your throat before he pulled off to stare at you closely. His hand raised to slap you across the face, yet all you could do in return was moan and buck your hips up desperately.

His lips found yours again and his hand found your throat. “Such a good girl, yeah?” he murmured against you before straightening himself up and lining himself up with your pussy.

He pushed himself in, deep and slow.

He looked godly as his hair stuck to his forehead, gaps of light coming from the closed curtains were drawn to him, highlighting his beauty and presenting him in an angelic way as he thrusted himself in you.

You watched him with half-closed eyes, your hand gripping the pillow behind you and your back arching at his touch.

He dragged himself in and out of you at a leisurely pace, though his thrusts only got harder.

In no time, you were screaming around his cock with his hand around your throat. “If you scream any louder, you’ll alert the neighbours.” he stated, taking the hand around your throat and pushing two of his fingers into your mouth which you immediately began to suck. His cock pummelling in and out of you, the feeling clouding your brain as he whispered lewd words and chanted forbidden phrases into the air.

“God- your pussy is so fucking perfect baby. You’re driving me insane. I like you more with my fingers down your throat and my dick stuffin’ you full, don’t ‘ya think?”

All you could do was agree because, fuck, did you like his dick filling you up. You loved all thoughts but Suguru leaving your head as his dick fucked you hard.

He lifted your legs up to your chest and slithered the hand that was in your mouth down to your pussy, stroking brutally at your clit.

Everything felt so heavenly as the knot inside you was about to snap. Geto felt you tighten around him and he knew you were about to cum. “Not until i say so, alright, baby?”

You nodded brainlessly, waiting for his permission.

He kept his pace, reaching closer and closer to his own high. The feeling of you so tight around him had his brain reeling, though he tried to drag it out as long as he could.

He pulled one of your legs to the side, allowing him to lean forward and capture your lips, biting down slowly. He moved his way to your neck, nipping and kissing slightly. All this only added to the sensation of one of his hands on your pussy, the other gripping your thigh and his dick slamming into you.

He moved down to your chest and took one of your breasts into his mouth, tongue running smoothly over your hardening nipple.

You gasped for air, not being able to take anymore, and luckily enough before you could tell geto it was too much, and you couldn’t hold it in anymore, his head pulled back up to your ear and whispered gently into it, granting you permission to cum as he bit the bottom of your ear.

Your cunt fluttered around him as you let all the sensations that would cause you to cum overtake you. You whined and moaned in suguru’s ear, and shortly enough, he let himself go and came inside of you, filling you up.

He groaned deeply, his head falling in between your head and shoulder as he panted heavily and came deeply inside you.

He kissed up your neck until he reached your lips and hovered over them, eyes shut lightly. He opened them up to meet your own gazing back at him.

“Bet you’re sorry now, huh?”

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how was the process of getting a dumbphone!

oh my god this is something i'm so excited to talk about, sorry it took me so many months to respond!

getting a dumbphone improved my quality of life so so much. i knew my screentime was high, but didn't realise it was a genuine psychological addiction until i quit. the first few days were extremely rough. time seemed to pass about ten times slower, and i was forced to fill the hours with various hobbies and activities. i know we all love to tell people to touch grass, but i really did have to connect with nature and it did wonders for my mental health.

i think for the first three days i was constantly restless and horribly irritable, looked around for my phone every few minutes, felt intense boredom and even cried a few times lol. your addiction may not be as extreme as mine was and this varies from person to person. however, after about a week i realised i remembered everything i'd done each day, because it was filled with intentional activities and little moments of peace rather than a blur of scrolling. i also wasn't on adhd meds yet, which is something i'll talk about in another post.

not having everything at your fingertips is uncomfortable, but (and it's a cliche) you really start to appreciate the world around you more. i looked forward to spending time with my family, because it filled time and i wasn't half-involved in my phone the entire time. i use an mp3 player to listen to music, and uploading music to it is a meaningful and interesting activity, rather than just shuffling a playlist. i listen to whole albums instead of being flooded with dopamine from spotify firing recommended songs at me. i appreciate music more, i make CDs for friends, i have to be intentional in discovering new artists and music. if i'm having an interesting conversation online, i look forward to going home and logging onto my laptop to continue it. i don't spend my commute, time in class, or time with friends texting somebody else. everything feels more intentional, spaced out, and interesting, even the things i do online.

i also found i stopped performing in every activity i did. i stopped thinking about whether i could post it to instagram or instantly send a picture in a discord server. i started picking up new hobbies for myself, not for an online audience, and living in the moment more. this is really important in the modern age, although again uncomfortable.

the best part was how my connections with others increased through having a dumbphone. i started calling friends rather than messaging on five platforms at once, and they started reciprocating. my message threads are continuous, coherent conversations, rather than sending memes. people realised they have to intentionally reach out to me, and i lost relationships with people who weren't interested in that, but strengthened connections with people who did put in the effort (many of whom i barely talked to in the past). i give people my phone number, not my social media handle, and they actually start conversations with me rather than hitting follow. i get to hear my friends' voices when they have drama to share and realise it takes me forever to type on my flip phone keyboard. again, everything is intentional, takes time, and richer than when i had a smartphone.

i genuinely would recommend it to absolutely everyone (i've kind of become like a crossfit guy in telling people to get a dumbphone lol). i won't pretend it's easy, and most people make excuses - for the first few months of having a dumbphone, i was bedbound or in hospital, and truly relied on online connections to pass time and communicate. it still hugely improved my life. however, no matter your situation there are always, always better options than scrolling an app, and you deserve to pass your time in a memorable way. i think most people don't realise they're addicted/reliant on smartphones, and the idea of quitting is horribly uncomfortable, but at least for me, the benefits were worth it.

i'm happy to answer any questions, i literally could talk about this topic for hours (even if it's stuff like "how would i use x app" "how would i replace x smartphone function").

ditch your smartphone babe, u deserve better <33

#asks #hystericelle #dumbphone #phone addiction

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Blessed Be The Fruit: Part 2

Commander!Joel Miller x Handmaid!Reader

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Summary: A few decades into Gilead’s conception, you head into your first posting as a handmaid after an affair with a guardian landed you in trouble. Determined to keep your head low in order to keep your son safe, you take on the moniker of OfJoel. Commander Miller has very little to do with you and mrs. Miller regards you with disgust, however you find solace in an unlikely friendship with Commander Miller’s daughter from a handmaid 14 years ago, Ellie who just got done with wives school. You and your friend, Ofthomas start teacher her and her friend Reilly under her mothers nose. Slowly, Commander Miller begins spending time with you and you begin to learn more about the man he was before and an affair begins outside the confines of the ceremony. Although initially you go along with it out if survival, you find yourself falling for the version of Joel you saw in these late night rendezvous.

Which Joel is really him, and how will he react when his own daughters secrets are revealed?

Content and Warnings: DARK JOEL! DUB CON!

Although no violent rape happens like in TWW, reader is under systemic misogyny and a society of ritualized sex abuse. Everything other than the violent rape scenes, everything that happen in either The Handmaids Tale book or show are liable to happen here including but not limited to discussion of rape, child abuse, child marriage, ritualized sexual abuse, sexual abuse in general, acts of violence, major character deaths, mentions of miscarriage but never shown and never pregnancies we know of. Big ole homophobia warning, specifically in regards to lesbophobia. As for Joel, PIV sex, breeding kink, degrading (slut, whore etc but thing like Raider!joel) forced breeding and breeding kink, power dynamics, Joel is not the good guy but he’s also not the worst, slightly rough sex but not violent. Warnings are liable to be added as the story goes but I’ll always update. As always if I miss something please tell me, but i extensively label my warnings and in the end media consumption is your own choice. If you would like to know if this is a happy ending or not you can message me and I’ll tell you that way I don’t spoil for everyone but you can decide if this is for you.

Immersability: Reader has long hair, can conceive children theoretically. At one point, she has to pose as Ellie's mother and I know this can be loaded in terms of skin tone. I am no genetics expert but I know dark skinned parents can have white passing children, like Lional Richie and Nicole Richie. It's up to you to see if this is going to take you out of the story or not.

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Additional warnings: forced blowjob but reader is into it. Still dub con bc the nature of everything.

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It was a strange feeling, knowing the entire household was keeping track of your monthly cycle. Mrs. Miller had been cued in by Aunt Lydia of where you were at last week, and since then you were told the date of the next ceremony; the night during the highpoint of your fertility. You wondered, not the first time, why the ceremony was only once a month, not during the entire time of ovulation, or why not two or three times a day… but you supposed that’s where the wives would draw a line. No rights to reading or education, no voice, no power. One wrong move and you too can become the victim of ritualized rape… but no, your husband fucking a random woman more than *checks notes you aren’t actually allowed to read* once a month is too far.

Internal humor is how to cope. The reality of the situation was terrifying, but it’s not like you were shocked by the idea. You had grown up your whole life knowing this would be your fate if you strayed; well, if you strayed and you were fertile. That fertility is what landed you in this problem in the first place.

It wasn’t love. There was no grand story to it. You were married at 15 to a man in his 20’s who hit you, as was his right. Even that wasn’t as dramatic as it could have been, just slaps, shoved into furniture, things of that sort. When a local guardian made advances, you took him up on it. The sex was fine, and eventually produced a baby; your son, who looked just like his real father.

The guardian was sent to a new local and seemed indifferent to his son who was placed with some commander and his wife. You didn’t even get to say goodbye to him. He probably has a new name now, something biblical, and you often wonder what it is, what word it is that calls his attention. Babies recognize their name around 6 months after all. Benjamin? Levi? Asa? You named him… well, that doesn’t really matter now. It’s a name he’ll never know as his.

Angela had a better story. There was a group of you, a few other handmaids in your region and Angela rallied you all together, sharing your real names and stories. She had lived one hell of a life, always brave. As a low ranking wife she went behind her husbands back for the underground resistance at the young age of 16 and was pregnant a few times, none of which made it very long. For ten years she fought against Gilead, continuing the tradition of her youth. Hell, even before Gilead’s official formation she fought, being a part of pro-LGBT and women’s rights activism since middle school. After her husband was killed in war a guardian attempted to rape her and Angela stabbed him to death. Badass. Gilead didn’t see it that way, despite espousing wanting to protect women. She was going to be hung, of course, but a pregnancy test reviled she was pregnant again, a baby she carried to term, this time. He died of illness a few months later. Regardless, she’d had a healthy baby, and was sent to Thomas Miller’s for her first posting last year.

Aunt Lydia had told Angela that this commander Miller would suit her temperament and you understood what that meant. Angela had confirmed the impression that you had gotten early that week.

Thomas Miller had kind eyes. The kind of eyes that warmed you, relaxed you. You bet he was a charmer in another life. The brothers seemed close, Joel- Commander Miller you mean, lighting up around him like you only see with Elizabeth.

Commander Miller adored his daughter, that much was clear. Many men in Gilead only viewed their children -especially daughters- as possessions or pawns, but it was clear it wasn’t like that between them. You wondered if that closeness is why she wasn’t married yet. At 14 she had been out of wives school for a few months, and it was time to at least get her betrothed. God forbid she waste of moment of potential fertility. Yet, Commander Miller didn’t even seem to be looking.

Few knew more than him how dangerous it was as a woman in this world, and Elizabeth wasn’t a woman- she was a child, still. Commander Miller also seemed aware that Elizabeth was… particular. She only had one friend, Riley, a child from before the handmaid system who was married already. Mrs. Jones, she was called by Lisa, you and Mrs. Miller (who always tried to do things by the book). Joel refused to call her Mrs. Jones, saying “I’m not addressing a child who I’ve been forced to play dolls with as Mrs. anything. She’s Riley to me.” Outside though he did things right. Can’t be too familiar with another man’s wife, even if he’s known that wife since she was in pull ups.

The ceremony was tonight, and it seemed like everyone knew. Angela did, but only because you mentioned it.

“Got any questions?” She asked you, always the older sister, even if she only had a few years on you.

“Believe it or not, I’m not a virgin.” You joke back.

Angela laughs and nudges you with her shoulder. “I know, it’s just your first ceremony. I mean, it’s pretty straightforward to what they teach you in the Rachel and Leah Center, only-” She seemed to shut herself off with that, but you urge her on.

“Only what? You can’t leave me there.”

She swallowed thickly before attempting again, somewhere between a cringe and a childish giggle. “Well, you know, genetically-”

“Angela.”

“Brothers have similarities-”

“Just say it!”

Angela stopped, pulling you in to whisper. “Tommy has a massive cock.”

You stand there frozen in shock until a guardian shouts at you to keep moving and stop whispering. There was a lot there, including the implication that if they share genetic similarities, Joel might be harder to take than expected, especially without foreplay, but the thing that really struck you, the thing that sent your mind whirling was how Angela phrased it. She called Commander Miller, Tommy.

He was handsome, Commander Miller. At least there was that. Another handmaid, Ofglen, was stuck with a 70 year old man. Several girls had commented in hushed whispers that you and Ofthomas were luck; the Miller brothers were a dream posting, comparatively. So many men were ugly, old, or cruel. Ofhim had scars from lashes on her back. Some of the wives were worse, Ofcole’s wife would starve her when her monthly cycle proved the ceremony useless. Mrs. Miller was a pain and was rude, but she’d never take anything like that into he own hands. She wanted to play the part of dutiful wife so bad. That didn’t stop her from constantly making digs at her daughter.

Mrs. Miller requested your aid in her garden once, using you to dump all her feelings. She confessed the reason you were here was her doing; Elizabeth had proven a failure in her eyes, and she wanted another child to raise, to start over. She said her father spoiled her, let her get away with to much. Commander Miller refused to physically discipline her, and Mrs. Miller was insistent that that’s what the girl needed. Commander Miller reminded her she was just a teenager, and Mrs. Miller countered that she is a woman, not a child. You were married off young and it had seemed fine. You felt like an adult. But now you look at Elizabeth and think ‘did I look that young? Did I seem that childlike?’

Mrs. Miller had expressed that she had hoped wives school would fix her, or that maybe after coming back, Riley’s influence would be good. Ellie’s friend, Riley, was 16 and was married to a man in his 20’s, both children from before who had been taken from an unworthy family. An age gap, but certainly not the worse you’d seen, certainly, but now you were near her husbands age the the idea of marrying a 16 year old…

All this to say, Commander Miller was a blessing. You’d been lying if you said you never thought of him when you masturbated. And of course you masturbated. His sweaty body all encompassing around you, brown curls falling on his face, his facial hair on your skin…

It was time for the ceremony, you and Mrs. Miller were in your respective positions, you laid up between Gina’s spread legs in her blue dress, her hand gripping your arms with your legs bent. Commander Miller emerged from the bathroom and your chest tightened at the sight of him, knowing what was coming. The pomp and circumstance had passed, the prays having been done in the living room with members of the household: You, Commander Miller, Mrs. Miller, Lisa, and the driver, Isaac. There had been a passive aggressive spat between Mrs. and Commander Miller on the idea of Elizabeth attending the prayers.

Mrs. Miller: “She needs to participate in household activities”

Commander Miller: “It’s bad enough she knows whats going on, I don’t need her to participate.”

Mrs. Miller: “She’ll be a wife soon enough herself, god-willing she’ll have a handmaid of her own!”

“God-willing she won't need to!”

Mrs. Miller scoffed. “As if God would find her worthy in her state!”

Commander Miller grew deadly calm, jaw set in a tense gaze as he stared at his wife, you and Elizabeth standing on the other side of the room. “Woman, you do not speak about her like that again, understood?”

The intensity of his eyes must have been warning enough, Gina backing down. “Yes sir.”

He straightened up. “Ellie, you are excused. Gina, drop it.”

The tension had carried over into the bedroom, the air thick with it as the reality of what was going to happen settled in. Commander Miller’s bulge was prominent even in his dark pants, having worked himself up alone before coming out here and undressing once again. Just pulling down his pants and underwear, god forbid you see him shirtless. This wasn’t for your pleasure, you filthy whore, this wasn’t even for his. This was for you to bare him and his wife a child. A son to lead the family in righteousness, or a daughter to bare more children and so on. This was a job.

You hear a spit and the distinct sound of masturbation, then a few more spitting sounds. It took everything in you to not look at him, keeping your eyes glued on the ceiling but the picture was clear in his head. The tall, broad, powerful commander furiously jerking off the the site of your body spread of before him. Was that for you? Or was he looking at his wife? He sure didn’t seem very fond of her, but there was no denying she was beautiful.

“Joel, do you really need to do that? It’s obscene.”

“Well you can’t expect her to take it dry when you can barely-”

“Joel!”

“Well unless you want me to-”

“JOEL!”

You couldn’t help it, opening your eyes to see him, his face scowling but eyes with a glint of mischief. He was fucking with her, purposefully embaressing her infront of a lowly handmaid to get back at her for what she said about Elizabeth.

When Commander Miller slid into you, you were suddenly acutely aware that this was going to be difficult. Slowly he moved inside and the inches just. Kept. Coming. Your breath hitched and you bite down on your lip trying to keep any possible sound from coming out, no gasps of pain that could be mistaken for pleasure. The stretch was unbearable by the time Joel was fully sheathed inside of you, thrusting as the tears pricked up in your eyes. It would be quick. There was no presence of needing to last, at least. Just get it done. Fill you up and hopefully you conceive. Problem was… the stretch.

It wasn’t your fault, really. It was natural, wasn’t it? Even under these circumstances. Or maybe you were a harlot, only redeemable by producing a child for a high value man. That's why you were in this position, right? You could feel yourself getting wet and you wished he would hurry up before the smell of sex and arousal fill the room, before the fucking sound became impossible to ignore. The warmth in your belly grew, tightening, the feeling of being filled so completely was just dizzying and you needed him to finish, now.

Then it happened, the orgasm hitting you so hard your eyes rollback in your head and it takes everything you have not to cry out. You can only pray Joel isn’t looking at your face as you attempt to stifle every bodily reaction as you pulse around him. Warmth floods your insides when he stills inside you, a light groan from his lips. He’s allowed to make a few sounds; he’s the man, after all. It’s supposed to feel good for him, but for you? This was wrong. This was bad, and you were going to be in a fuck ton of trouble now. Aunt Lydia never said anything about orgasming. Did the law have a specific article about this, or was it left up to the commander's discretion? You hadn’t seen Joel raise a hand to Gina yet, but you were only a week in. You open your eyes, daring to take a peak at Commander Miller in order to gauge your future.

You can see him smiling at you before tucking himself back into his pants to go clean up. Mrs. Miller instructed you to lay there for a while, bettering the chances of it taking, and left the room. When Commander Miller exited the bathroom and returned to the bed chambers, he excused you with a soft “You can go now, darl’n”

Another 2 weeks went by without incident, and it appeared Commander Miller wasn’t going to do or say anything about your embarrassing indiscretion. Angela had told you to play with yourself before the ceremony to get yourself wet, but you had been too scared of this exact scenario happening. Fat lot of good it did you, huh?

Unfortunately for everyone involved, you got your period as expected. One would think you didn’t want to get pregnant. The odds of dying in child birth had increased despite growing technology. It was the pregnancy complications and the insistence of home births even when the pregnancy was warning them not too. Gilead’s obsession with rituals meant that there was also an extensive one for childbirth and that obsession rendered many women dead. In addition to that, there’s the horror of growing a child inside you, and even if it was a healthy pregnancy and that child lives, after a period of breastfeeding you are taken away from the life you created to go to another posting.

If you produce a child and remain behaved, when you are no longer of birthing age, you get to retire in peace. Whatever that meant. You weren’t sure you entirely cared, one way or another, but the idea of the wall was scary. 3 postings, 3 years per posting, this was your window.

You often heard Elizabeth sneaking downstairs after the household went to sleep; always after Joel went down. Your room was right by the stairs, so you heard it all. God knows you aren’t sleeping.

You were bored. So bored. Bored enough to sneak downstairs after Ellie and go investigate, so you do. Slowly and carefully you go down stairs and find Commander Miller’s office, creeping up to the door to listening. You hear music. Music that was supposed to have been destroyed a decade ago, and you take a moment to enjoy the sound. Steady acoustic guitar, soft male singing.

“Can we listen to it again?” Ellie’s voice spoke from behind the door.

“After your lesson.” Commander Miller.

“UUUGGGHHH”

“I thought you wanted to learn?”

“I do…” Ellie acquiesced, and you can hear the sounds of pulling a book off a shelf and opening it. Biology. Commander Miller was teaching Ellie biology. This was unheard of, especially for a commander's daughter, a woman who was supposed to be getting married off soon. She didn’t need to learn science, to listen to ungodly music? So why was a high ranking Commander not only allowing it, but teaching her?

You move to go back upstairs where you belong, but the creak of the floor gives you away. White-hot panic, the kind where everything runs hot and the world suddenly feels funny floods your system. You freeze, hoping to God no one heard you. That goes out the window when the door flies open, Commander Miller spotting you and yanking you inside the room by the dress.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” He shouts, loud and angry and so close to you that you can smell his breath.

“Dad?” A panicked Ellie stood to the side, drawing your attention. She looked terrified, and you felt sorry for scaring the poor girl.

Joel gripped your face, fingers digging into his skin as he forced you to look at him. “Eyes on me. You don’t look at her.” Keeping your face forward, Joel turned to Ellie. “Go upstairs, I’ll take care of this.”

“But dad-”

“Ellie. I got this, you go to your room, it’ll talk to you in a bit, okay?”

Ellie nodded, going out the door and only stopped to eye you for a moment.

Joel turned back to you. “What did you hear?”

“Nothing-”

“Liar!” He screamed, fingers pressing harder into your skin.

“I heard the music! And, and some of the lesson, but I won’t say anything I swear-”

“Of course you won’t,” Joel chuckled. “Who are they going to believe? A commander and the first daughter of Gilead, or a handmaid who cums during the ceremony.” Your eyes go wide at that, the way Joel’s grip loosens but never leaves, thumb slowly beginning to trace at your cheeks. “Yeeeah, that’s right, I felt you. Little bitch in heat couldn’t help cumming on cock? Didn’t even need any build up, huh? You just take whatever's given to you. Little whore, all pent up…”

God, he looked good like this; towering over you, broad shoulders closing in on you and making it clear there was nowhere to go. When he placed his thumb at your lips, you didn’t even hesitate to take it in your mouth and begin to bob your head, eyes closing just a little. “Dirty, dirty girl…” Joel taunted. “Just need to get filled up. All that pent up slut, nowhere to go. Tell me, sweet thing… Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

Your sucking stopped, but Joel continued moving his thumb in your mouth. “Yeah, I know you do. Get on your fucking knees.” He didn’t wait, shoving you down to your knees, his cock entering your mouth before you had a chance to think.

The stretch pried open your mouth, pulling at your chapped and dry lips. The bulbous tip hit the back of your throat and made you gag, but he wasn’t stopping.

“Dirty fucking whore, that’s how you ended up here, isn’t it? Needed to be constantly filled, your husband wasn’t enough?” He thrust into you with vigor, your sputtering sounds only spurring him on more while you breathed through your nose, you couldn’t help but whine, preening at the sensation of a dick in your mouth once again. It felt, so, so good, despite the circumstances. “Don’t you worry, I’ll fill you up alright, fill you up enough you stay full.” His pace began to falter after a few more minutes. “Fill you up with my baby, fulfill your biological destiny like the pretty little whore you are.” You wriggle, trying to get some sory of sensation between your legs as you hungrily sucked at him, desperately needing his cum inside you.

He spilled into you, salty and thick and so fucking good, you swallow down every goddamn drop.

With a hand fisted in your dress, Joel pulled you up and to your feet, shoving you back against the wall as he cleaned up. “You are going to apologize to her, and after that.” Joel was close up against you again. “You are going to keep my daughter’s name out of your fucking mouth.” His tongue flicked out to lick at the corner of your mouth and swiped his tongue over your lips. “After tonight, we on’t be wasting one more drop in your mouth. Every last bit of me goes to filling you up, but this-” He patted your stomach where his cum was heading. “Should keep you satisfied until next time.”

Until next time.

Joel pulled you upstairs and into Ellie’s room where he shoved you forward. You fold your hands in front of you and bow your head, hoping she can’t see any evidence of you being a whore for her father on your face. You doubted Joel would’ve allowed that.

“I’m sorry for intruding, Miss Miller. It won’t happen again.” You are careful not to imply you heard anything, know anything, and certainly not imply that she did anything wrong. Joel wouldn’t stand for that.

“Yeah, whatever.” Was all she replied before Joel sent you out of the room, and all you hear as the door closes is “It’s okay, baby girl. It’s handled.”

But your thoughts were swirling on something else, how turned on you were, how dominant he was, how fucking hot he is, but most important, those last few words.

Until next time.

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quitealotofsodapop · 2 months

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So Mk gets surprise eggo because of paint and confined space and lack of food? Imagine that he has no idea what’s wrong with him, he goes to Lao Tzu, and when Lao Tzu goes “congrats on the baby” Everyone just kinda stops.

And Mk bursts into tears so loudly that all of heaven can hear. He’s all “I can’t have a baby, it’s too dangerous!” And “I’m not ready!” Pigsy and Wukong are trying to comfort him, and the poor boys is just a sobbing mess.

And Lao Tzu is just standing there like “?????”

Sorry MK XD You're getting Egged

Bonus Anon asks:

Referencing this post where someone pointed out that MK could theoretically create a Stone Egg + the sequel that pointed out that he'd most likely do it on accident.

I could see this most likely happening in the Canon! verse since I bet the other au MK's would be more wary of Stone Egg mishaps. But I could 100% see it happening in the SlowBoiled au since that causes more drama.

And as much as I love the idea of MK becoming *ahem* egg'd as the result of a bad guy's plans or a huge catarosphe, I think it would fit more if MK did it completely on accident.

So the idea:

Post S3 MK decides that he needs some "Me time" and takes a break from work and training after the whole "Saving the world from a bone demon"-thing. He just needs some time to shut off completely from his responsibilities in the city. His friends understand and wish him well, even though they're worried since MK won't tell him *Where* he's taking a break to.

"Where" turns out to be a cool cave-let MK found while exploring FFM during S2 with no Monkey King to hover over him. Its quiet, it's secluded, its completely off-grid... But MK just can't relax. His brain is all busy, and everytime he sleeps he sees Her.

So he starts painting. And drawing. And using charcoal. Maybe a little rough pottery with the muddy clay-like stuff in the water? And soon enough he's looking like his Artist Clone with how caked in material he is.

In liu of going to sleep and risking terrible bone demon nightmares, MK meditates like how he saw the Monkey King do. In these moments his thoughts wander into deep, dark teritory. Real "call of the void"-type of thoughts.... hey should he eat something? It's been... oh gosh Pigsy's gonna killl him if he doesn't at least text to tell him how his sabbatical is going.

After his inpromtu vacation is up, MK feels... really gross? Maybe thats cus he hasn't really washed or slept or ate, or spoken to anyone in all that time. Weird.

Pigsy asks him how long it's been since MK last ate a full meal, and huffs with disappointment at his nervous laugh before pouring his son a bowl of noodles.

Bouts of nausea and dizziness follow MK everywhere afterwards. He had no idea why - paint fumes maybe? Did some toxic chemical seep into his skin? Did he get sick somehow from isolating himself in that cave? Is that Jin and Yin trying to take over the city?

At somepoint in the utter chaos of S4 likely as the rest of the gang are recieving training from Subodhi; a certain alchemist meets MK to whisper a few questions into his ear.

Lao Tzu: "I was told that you've been experiencing extreme power fluctuations for the last few weeks. May I run a few test to rule out any abnormalities?"

MK: "Oh cool, no probs! Just don't put me in that furnace thing-y."

(*a few tests later*)

Lao Tzu: "Ok great news, it's not a curse or medical problem."

MK: "Phew! Then why is my body feels like its "glitching" all the time?"

Lao Tzu: "Thats a decaying glamour spell. Its likely that you had one affixed to you shortly before you were given up by your creators."

MK: "Glamour spell...? Wait, then what about my powers wigging out?"

Lao Tzu: "Oh thats easy. You're just pregnant."

MK (has not Done the Do): "What!?"

Mere seconds after Lao Tzu gives the diagnosis - MK just starts bawling.

He doesn't want this! Not now! He does want to have kid while all This is going on! The world might be ending for Buddha's sake!

MK is having a million panic attacks rn. He wants to have kids, so many, but only in the *Future*! When he's like semi-retired and has a protege of his own to take over the monkey business- HEY WAIT, HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!?!

Subodhi has to drop the big lore that MK is a Stone Monkey - capable of reproducing asexually under extreme circumstances, in order to clear up the whole immaculate conception part.

Then Lao Tzu has to tell MK that the Stone Egg he carries will likely Kill him since he's (mostly) mortal.

MK starts crying before deciding to tackle the issue Later.

Ofc MK simply doesn't want his family to worry about him what with all this Brotherhood stuff going on... so he just keeps quiet for now.

His family are going to find out soon though. And by Guanyin, Pigsy is gonna freak.

Macaque (and later Wukong), just need to sniff MK once after they reunite to notice whats up.

Wukong offers to grab some No-Baby Spring Water immediately if MK doesnt want to keep the Egg. Macaque briefly panics thinking that the kid got knocked up the old-fashioned way... only to panic harder when he and Wukong determine it to be a Solo-Made Stone Egg(!!!). Cue two panicking fellow Stone Monkeys making MK feel even worse about his conflicted feelings on the matter.

Pls add on what you think so far! :3

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jackhues · 1 year

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WAIT what if aus is peanut’s biological dad and mat is her stepdad. Since mom and aus aren’t end game maybe she falls in love with barzy. This way we can have them both and Jack can be salty twice

THIS IS THE MIXED STORYLINE THAT I WANTED TO DO!! sorry for holding off on answering this for so long, but you literally got the story down so simply and perfectly that this is how i wanted to do the reveal!

aus and mama met when they were 19, began dating when they were 22 and had peanut when they were 23, turning 24 later that year. mama breaks up with auston while preg bcz she can't be all alone in toronto, and aus lets her go bcz he won't force her to stay. they have a few rough patches, but coparent pretty well. (they do hookup when peanut's around 2/3 - will post more on this in the coming weeks) but in the morning, aus is scared and shuts mama out. this causes heartbreak on both sides, but it's like the final end to their relationship. they're rough for a few months, but they go back to coparenting and slowly, the distance heals. this time, they know there's no going back to being lovers, so they settle with being p's parents together.

when p's about 3/4ish, mama goes to a bar with her friends, and sees mat. the two get to talking (mama's a talkative drunk) and mat drops mama off at jack and luke's place at the end of the night (jack's like oh no). he tells mama mat's no good bcz he's got the party guy side to him and mama's like jackie honey, thanks for the dating advice, but i don't need it, i'm done with love, that shit's overrated (hah!). a/n, her and mat end up talking more, going on a few dates and stuff and mat meets peanut, and he's a little scared at first and peanut's like "who's this guy" but the night ends with mat singing the frozen soundtrack with peanut, so they're all good!

there's some on ice tension with aus-mat-jack, but mama forces them to stop after one too many fights. it's there, but it's less. (and yes, jack gets super salty when aus and mama break up and when mat and mama start dating)

but there will be a few chaps on mama's backstory out, starting tmrw! you guys can send in requests on any concepts based off of this new information!

be sure to join my peanut's world! au taglist to get notified!

#peanut's world! au #naqia's au's!#hughes!oc #hughes!sister oc #hughes!sister

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genderenvygriffin · 2 years

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Brahms Heelshire x male reader

Fem dni

Minors dni

18+

Warnings: smut, enedited, slight voyeurism, self pleasure, gag,

Summary: Brahms hasn’t been able to give/receive affection for awhile now since he’s found something else to do and has become hyper fixated. Reader is too embarrassed to say anything and deals with themself.

About 2,027 words| 10,980 characters

Part 1 {sorry}

Disclaimer: this is my first post on tumble so if you have any tips or constructive criticism please tell me! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

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Golly gee were you fed up with the loneliness you’ve been experiencing. You haven’t felt Brahm’s touch in so long. You had introduced him to new music and he was very curious. Being in the walls for twenty years, you’d want to know about the outside world too. You found some new vinyls with some of your favorite oldies and thought, Brahms had been listening to the same music for years, why not? So you bought them. Brahms was annoyed at first that you had to leave but when he saw the vinyls and other things for him he was excited. He wanted to know more about you. About your favorite songs, so you could have something in common and could talk about it together. So for the last week or so, Brahms had been listening to the music very loudly. Very loudly. Just as he had been also playing with the things you had bought him. With his parents gone, he had been trying to seem more mature. “Handsome [Name] likes mature guys.” He had decided. He was very busy trying to become some one who you would love. Yet, you already loved him. So why?

Sunday last week was the last time you saw him. He would be listening to music loudly and you would not go in there and have you eardrums blow out. He seemed fine with it, and you checked his ear after he was done (from afar) and he was okay. Somehow. You guessed he was used to it by now. He would always bring the little play things with him in the walls and to his room (in the walls) and play with them. Embarrassed when you would catch him playing with them. He wanted to have a mature appearance but his parents didn’t play with toys like he did, so therefore toys were not mature.

You appreciated his want to listen to the vinyls and how passionate he was about it but, GAWLEE. You were in your room touching your clothed cock, not thinking that you would go so far as to like, thrust into your hand totally nude. 🤨ha! No way. You weren’t that bold. Not in a million years. It’s been awhile since you jacked your dong by yourself. Maybe you were depending on him more than you thought. Touching yourself like this was definitely not enough. It made you feel sinful. (Even though you’ve done worse things with Brahmsy) but JEEZUS. He’s usually by your side and latched onto you. It’s never annoying! You wished he was now.. but he was mean to you this week! So you have every right to do this（ｉ _ ｉ）

Ugh now you’re all embarrassed and ashamed. “Ugnh…Brahms..” you brushed your finger over your slit and whimpered again. You were chanting his name like he was some kind of saint. Even if you couldn’t hear your own voice due to the loud music. Good thing this house is in the middle of nowhere you thought. These clothes are getting irritating. You take off your boxers and your dick springs out and mutely slaps your stomach. Beads of precum dribble down. You didn’t exactly hate how much the thought of Brahms made you feel but neither did you love it. He always made you feel things that made you flush red. Oh if he was here right now… the thought was exhilarating. Would he punish you? Or would he just take you? The head of your cock was a scarlet pinkish color. How embarrassing. “Oh Brahms..please” your free hand now in your mouth. Lubricating your fingers. You pretended your fingers were Brahms. His hands were rough and big(and warm), while yours were soft and medium sized. When Brahms held your held you couldn’t help but smile. Oh the things he did to you.

The hand on your cock wrapped around your shaft and pumped. Moans were slowly flowing out of your mouth like water. Progressively getting louder. Your dilated eyes darted across the room for anything of his, and landed on one his tops. You reluctantly got up and brought it to your nose. You groaned at the scent of musky smoke and pine needles. “Ohh…” The Shirt smelled so deliciously like him. You bunches some of the shirt up and stuffed it into your mouth as a makeshift gag. “Guh….mmhf” you back hit the wall and your hand moved faster. The hand previously in your mouth was brought down to your aching hole. Your clothes long forgotten in some dusty corner you rubbed around the tense ring and pushed in letting a guttural groan against the cloth. As your fingers worked, tears were brought to your eyes and you wondered how long you’d last. You didn’t want to come without him… but oh gods. Maybe you’d edge yourself…to have a better orgasm later on.

He’d be in there for awhile longer, right? As you began to see white spots and your eyes were lifted up you halted everything your orgasm passed. It took a lot in you to stop what would be a (delightful) mess on the floor. But hardwood is hard to clean and obviously for yourself. You wobbled your way to the bed and flopped down making sure to pull out your fingers so as to not accidentally hurt yourself. You rolled over on your stomach and re-Inserted your fingers. Your ass now up in the air , you had better access to your pleading cock. You bit back on the shirt and took a whiff only for you to be dripping in the back. Moan after moan you couldn’t stop. Orgasm after orgasm all denied. For more pleasure! You told yourself. (But maybe later you’ll realize you’re…idk…a masochist?🤨)

The music slowly faded and your whines increased. “Brahms! Brahms..mngh” As you abused your prostate you realized. How long has the house been quiet? Where did all the music go? You lay there on the bed completely still. Had Brahms heard you? You look around. Maybe he hasn’t noticed.

I’m so excited to talk to handsome [name]. He will surely be happy to talk to me. He will call me a good boy! I want to be praised. Ive now listened to all the music he has bought for me. But he’s been..not near me as much. Maybe he stopped liking me? No don’t think that Brahms! But.. ):

He turned off the music and put away his new toys and opened the mirror and went inside. He knew the house. (Or the inside of the house) like the back of his hand. That happened when you’ve been in there for the last 20 or so years. As he strained his senses and listened for sounds of you, he couldn’t. He panicked. Had you run away?? Had someone hurt you? Where had you gone?! He ran to your room through the walls and peeped inside. All he could see was someone butt. But not anyones butt. Yours.

What in the heck were you doing?? You’ve never done that before? That he’s seen..

He continued watching through the little peephole and listened. He could hear soft muffled moans and a name being called(chanted). Heavy breaths followed.

Oh.

He stood there flabbergasted. Blush scattered his face the second he realized what you were doing. [Name] is touching himself and he didn’t invite Brahms! (The audacity) Brahms was going to do something about this.

“Brahms.. Brahms. Oh please… oh gods. Mghf gnf”

Some high pitched whining came after.

Brahms could feel his pants become tight. He could feel the little wet spot with precum. He could feel how hot and cramped he was in the little space that he once that was so empty and big.

Before Brahms could open the secret door into the room, he noticed that [Name] had halted his movements. Eyes sweeping the room. Brahms felt nervous. Had [Name] realized that Brahms was watching? Was Brahms being a bad boy?? No…[Name] was! He was touching himself. And didn’t tell Brahms. >:(

Your angry red cock twitched in your hand, reminding you what you were doing before. Maybe you would continue, cum, and then take a shower. Then you’d find Brahms. Who you decided was probably in his room in the walls, doing something or the other. Your hole was becoming itchy inside, begging for stimulation. The wetness of it, making a mess on your poor sheets. You’d have to wash them later. It would be very embarrassing if Brahms found you like this, sprawled across the sheets fingering yourself, his name on your tongue. The thrill of it… but not today. He was being mean this week. So I won’t tell him and he won’t find out. You nodded at your choice, and finally started moving again. The position now uncomfortable and cramped(from being in it for so long) you lay on your back, your legs on either side of the bed. You resume your pumping and curling and soft moans.

Brahms saw you nod into the bed. This confused him. He watched you take a new position on the sheets and could see just how wet you were. One of his favorite positions. The tent in his pants becoming ever evident. But he couldn’t just stand there! He heard you whine his name one more time and that was it. He came out from the walls and went inside. He watched your eyes screw shut and your sweat dribble down your forehead. He quickly realized that you hadn’t even cum yet and wondered how long you’ve been doing this. He drew closer to you and your eyes opened.

The familiar scent. The stare you could feel on your naked body. The only one in the house other than you. You’re eyes opened and you looked at him. Mixtures of exhilaration and distress ran over you. “Brahms! Uh what’re you doing in here?” You asked quietly, trying desperately to avoid his harsh gaze. His hand took hold of your chin and made you look into his eyes. “[Name].. what are you doing? ….without me?” You could tell he was sad but what caught your attention was the huffing. Which made you look lower only to find the tent confined in his pants. He noticed this immediately, but decided to watch your next moves. Since he was leaning over you, you tried to sit up, but he used his free hand to push you back down. He got on the bed and sat on your thighs. Dangerously close to your cock. “Br- Brahms…” a whimper escaped you and you could feel the shame wash over you. “Look, this isn’t what it looks like..” you said. You lifted your hands in surrender. “So, this week i bought you those vinyls right? But the thing is-“ you cut off when he took his cardigan and top off. “Keep..keep going.” He said staring right at you. The huffing behind his mask was evident but you decided not to say anything about it. “W-well… I thought you’d like them and you did, apparently. And the toys i bought aswell…” he visibly didn’t like the word ‘toys’ and glared. You continued. “Well you had been so..uh.” He was throwing his clothes someplace else and he was moving to his pants. The sheer excitement you felt was overcoming you. Plus, he was MAD fine. “Uhh! Sorry, you had been so into the things that I’ve bought that you haven’t been like, uh.. touching me or anything and we’ll you know..” shame. Just shame. How embarrassing. You just want to dig a hole and die. Face redder than before you continued again. “I got…a little bothered.” He looked at you. “So i was in here ‘relieving’ myself.” You avoided his gaze and said the last part in a whisper. He dropped the childlike voice and asked you to repeat yourself.

“Relieving.. myself.” You repeated. Once again looking away.

By the time you finished, he was just as clothed as you were and my gods HES SO FINE.

He still had the mask on and you wondered if he was going to keep it on.

#brahms heelshire #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms x reader #brahms x male reader #Brahms heelshire x male Reader #slasher x reader #the boy 2016 #mask kink #killer #he’s so fucking hot

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bumblebeehug · 8 months

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Stars and Roaches

Ship: Natsu Dragneel x Lucy Heartfilia Summary: When Natsu starts behaving differently, Happy takes Lucy along to investigate. Day 4 of Nalu Week 2023 - prompt: shenanigans Ao3

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“Dear Lucy, please come to your living room 14:30 sharp. There is something that needs to be discussed. DON’T BE LATE!! /Anonymous”

Lucy blinked as she read the bright orange post-it note again. To be honest, when she woke up this morning, she hadn’t expected to open her eyes to that neon-coloured paper. The person who wrote it must have managed to sneak in sometime during the night, because when she woke up it had been stuck onto her forehead. Clearly this person meant serious business, and though Lucy would have been scared, or at least a little nervous, knowing someone had broken into her house in the middle of the night, she couldn’t bring herself to even feel surprised. The letters on the tiny paper were just messy enough to only be possible to belong to one person she knew – and that guy just happened to leave evidence that solved the mystery immediately - some blue hairs on the sticky part of the post-it.

Knowing she couldn’t leave Happy hanging when it came to this urgent matter, she decided to stay in this morning, and spend some valuable time writing on a draft to an article Jason had offered to pay her for. The article itself wasn’t very urgent, but she never complained to get work done beforehand whenever it was possible.

Just as she had finished the first rough draft, the sound of pebbles smattering on her bedroom window filled the room. The clock on her left arm said “14:38”, so clearly the “sharp” part hadn’t been as serious as it had seemed.

“I’ll be right there!” She shouted, not bothering to hurry to let her guest in. She wanted to properly close the bottle of ink and clean the pen, and if Happy was around, she’d probably get to the task hours later, which sometimes harmed the pen and always spoiled the ink. So, she took her petty time cleaning up, ignoring the continuous knocking on the glass.

Before she opened the window, she took another glance at her clock. “14:45”. Oh well, she would just have to apologise by buying him some fresh fish at a later date, if he bothered to remember it that long. When she finally unlocked the window, not without using some force, she was met by a frown.

“You took AGES to get here, didn’t I say 14:30 sharp?!” He scolded her.

“Oh, I thought so too, but then you were 8 minutes late, so I thought I could take my time. Sorry, Happy.” She tried to feign her innocence, but failed, feeling a smile creep on. “So, what’s the urgent matter? You wanted to discuss something?”

Happy sat down on Lucy’s table, beside the article she had been writing on. To get herself closer to his eyelevel, she decided to sit down on the chair in front of him.

“Right. Well, you know Natsu?”

“I’ve heard of him, yes.”

“Yeah, so, I heard he’s been planning something big for tomorrow.” Lucy couldn’t keep her poker face when Happy himself looked so serious. A few chuckles slipped out before she regained control. He was being adorable, she thought, taking this planning thing seriously enough to bother making anonymous notes regarding it.

“And why do you think that’s weird?” She asked, allowing herself to feed this little fantasy. “Doesn’t he just say that sometimes, like when he’s saved up enough money to treat himself to a 20-course meal at a restaurant?”

“Well, I thought so too, until I saw him wrapping up a present. But listen, it wasn’t a good present at all, because the box was really small, so the fish inside must be tiny! And quality over quantity might work with other things, but fish are a lot better when you can take more than one bite.” He crossed his small arms as he thought about this puzzling situation.

“Do you know if it’s someone’s birthday?” Lucy asked, now slightly more interested in this mystery.

“No one at all comes to mind. I think he’s been meeting someone in secret.” His words struck through Lucy’s body like lightning. Could that be true? He had been slightly off lately, and a lot more laid-back regarding missions. She shifted her seat uncomfortably.

“Do you really think so?”

“It’s the only explanation.”

“No, but maybe he’s celebrating some date we’ve forgotten. What date did the three of us meet again?” She was getting desperate to solve this conundrum.

“I’m telling you that’s not it, Lucy. I’ve checked all our calendars, that’s why I was here last night.”

“Not to stick post-it’s on my forehead?”

“That became the aftermath of not finding any reasonable explanation to his behaviour. Have you even noticed that he hasn’t been at your apartment as often?”

“Well, sure, but I thought he just had something else to take care of… But what are you saying, do you think he’s been meeting some secret person… romantically?”

“Of course not, where did you get that from?” Happy deadpanned. Lucy ignored the feeling of something heavy getting lifted off her chest and continued talking.

“So, he’s just up to weird stuff, is that what you’re implying?” She sat back in her chair and took a deep breath to regain her critical thinking skills, that for some reason got turned off when Happy brought up that hypothetical person.

“Yeah, but the fact that we know nothing about it makes it really weird, don’t you think? We don’t have secrets, so why is he suddenly breaking that rule?” Happy stood up and starting walking across the table and back. He seemed really puzzled, but Lucy knew it was concern in disguise.

“It is weird… You’re right. But why can’t we just ask him about it? I’m sure he’d gladly tell us about whatever he’s doing.”

“Ask him… That’s right! I haven’t tried that yet! Let’s go there immediately and ask him!”

He hadn’t even asked Natsu about it… It took Lucy great amount of power to not smack her palm to her face. Sometimes she worried about the lack of problem solving Happy showed, but since he’d made it this far in life without it, she couldn’t exactly rewire his brain suddenly to live his life differently – though surely it would make his life easier.

Not wasting any time, she grabbed her jacket and headed out the door, right after Happy who urged her to go faster. As they made their way over to their house, Lucy tried to wrap her head around this whole thing herself. It was certainly true that Natsu hadn’t hung around Lucy’s apartment as often, but she hadn’t thought of it since Happy made sure to visit regularly enough. They did that sometimes, so she didn’t think anything of it. Plus, if Happy was right about that whole present thing, the size of it sounded too much like a box that held jewellery, which, whether Happy liked it or not, could only mean that there WAS a secret romantic special someone. And though it wasn’t any of Lucy’s business, she felt like she had failed him, because she truly wanted him to be able to share things with her. Had they really started to grow apart? And how could that be possible when she felt like they had been closer than ever, when they actually DID hang out?

She stopped herself from eating her heart out regarding this topic. It would be silly if she spent all this time worrying, just for it to be explained with the simplest reasoning as soon as they asked. But then again, she still had to prepare for the worst.

“Are you sure he’s home?” Lucy asked as their house started to emerge in front of them.

“Aye,” Happy said, flying slightly ahead. As he entered, the door flew up with a loud bang, which surely would scare any living resident to death, if said resident hadn’t already both heard and smelled them coming.

“What’s up?”

Natsu smiled broadly, surprised but pleased with this unexpected company. Lucy immediately felt calmer when she saw him. There was no way he held some big secrets from them, their Natsu just wouldn’t do something like that.

“Nothing much,” Lucy smiled, taking off her jacket. “I just haven’t seen you in a while, so I thought I’d pay you a visit. What have you been up to?”

“Oh, well… Nothing much. I’ve just been hanging around, did some trainin’ and stuff.” Had he told Lucy this yesterday, she wouldn’t have bat an eye, but since she now paid more attention, she noticed that he glanced around, as if he was stopping himself from telling too much.

“How nice.” She didn’t want to come off as if she was interrogating him, so she played innocent while she prepared herself to confront him. “You guys still got some tea, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll fetch it for ya.” As he went into the messy kitchen, rummaging the higher shelves, Happy shot Lucy a meaningful glance. She understood he was getting impatient, but she ignored his sense of urge and continue taking this slowly.

“Thanks, Natsu,” she said, tilting her head slightly to further prove her innocence. It wasn’t too out of the ordinary for her to act like this, but she allowed herself to go the extra mile this time, to get him to obey her later. She hurried boiling some water and preparing three cups with teabags so she could get to business.

Meanwhile, Natsu had noticed that something was off with Happy.

“What’s the matter bud? You’ve been awfully quiet since you got here.”

“Yeah,” Lucy added, “are you feeling alright?” She sometimes wished he could practice his poker-face, because right now he was looking both guilty and secretive.

“Uh…”

“Maybe your stomach is hurting from the fish I gave you earlier?” Lucy was lying, because she definitely hadn’t given Happy a fish, but she hoped he’d get the hint to continue this small lie.

“No, that’s not it.”

Lucy sighed before she repeated herself.

“I said: MAYBE your STOMACH is hurting from the FISH you ate earlier?” This time she sterned her eyes into his – she couldn’t be more obvious than this, and she honestly worried Natsu would see through this act they were putting up.

“Oh! That fish! Yeah, now that you say it…” Happy chuckled nervously, now glancing over to Natsu, who looked like he started to find them suspicious.

“Well, the tea is ready, let’s sit down.” Lucy got both of their attention, and hopefully Natsu wouldn’t ask further about it. Well, he wouldn’t need to when they unravelled this little secret he had, because after that she would make both of them vow to never keep secrets from each other again. At least no romantic secrets, because no matter what Happy said, she couldn’t think of any other reason Natsu would own a ring box.

When they all sat by the messy kitchen table, Lucy once again tried to invite Natsu to tell on himself.

“So, what do you do when you’re not hanging around my place nowadays?” She asked, this time trying to point him in the right direction. ‘What is so important for you that it lessens your time spent with me?’ she actually tried to ask, but all she could do was hope he understood what she meant.

“As I said, I’ve been trainin’ some. Nothin’ interestin’, I’ll tell ya that.” She followed his movements as he readjusted his seat, sitting back and resting his arms behind his head.

“But tomorrow! You told me you’d planned something for tomorrow!” Happy busted out, no longer having the patience to sneak around the subject.

“Happy!”

“Tomorrow? I didn’t think you’d remember I mentioned that.” Lucy swung her head around to look at Natsu again.

“Aha! So there is something planned tomorrow!” She had to admit that she wasn’t too proud of how intense she became, but clearly there was no point in going around the main subject.

“He told you?!” Natsu exclaimed. “Oh well, I guess I’ll just do it today. Though I had it all planned out…” He mumbled the last part of his sentence and walked away, seemingly to fetch something. When he came back, he held that small package that Happy had been talking about. Lucy felt her face heat up, because clearly it was meant for her.

“I wanted to have some privacy,” Natsu shot Happy a meaningful glance, ”but I suppose I’ll just have to do it like this.”

The box was wrapped in silvery paper, with a golden ribbon holding it together. It looked odd, coming from Natsu’s hands, since it wasn’t exactly his type of gift, yet she still couldn’t look away from the sight. If this turned out to be a meaningful moment between the two (now three, she supposed) of them, then she wanted to remember every single second.

“I don’t know if you remember, Lucy, but almost exactly five years ago, something happened that changed our relationship forever.” She held her breath. “I think you’ll understand when you open this, but we haven’t exactly celebrated it before so no worries if you don’t.”

Lucy looked up at Natsu. He looked so sincere, almost shy, and she took an internal picture so she could save and savour this moment forever. She thought she saw a faint blush, like a watercolour wash, paint his cheeks, which she only found fitting considering her own bold, red face.

“Natsu…” She began, accepting the gift and looking over at Happy quickly, not wanting to miss out on his expression. Happy looked really invested, and maybe slightly uncomfortable, like he was intruding on an important moment. Natsu didn’t seem to mind his presence too much though, so she turned back to the item in her hand.

Giving Natsu one last thankful smile, she unravelled the bow and opened the wrapper. The box itself was a gorgeous red, only comparable to Natsu’s deepest fire, and it was clad in a soft velvet, making it feel ethereal in her hands.

“Oh, Natsu,” she said again, too flattered by his thoughtfulness to even open the box. “I feel so bad, I can’t remember what we’re celebrating at all!”

“No worries! I’m telling you, it’s nothin’ special, really. I just wanted to bring some light to what happened five years ago. I promise, you’ll remember as soon as you open it.”

“But I have nothing to give you back! Especially nothing as gorgeous as this… Can I really accept it?” She felt really bad, because no matter how hard she thought, no date or anniversary came to mind.

“If you really wanna make it up to me, you can do it later. Just open it!” Natsu was clearly getting impatient, so she gave in to his request and slowly opened it.

“EEEK!!!” Lucy flew up from her spot by the kitchen table faster than lightning, throwing herself backwards. Happy did the same, still not knowing what was in it, but trusting Lucy’s instinct (and getting startled by her sudden reaction).

“WHAT, WHAT?! WHAT IS IT?” Happy shouted, shielding himself from the apparently evil red box that still laid on the table.

“C-… COCKROACH!” Lucy screed, shielding her face from the disgusting critter she apparently had seen in the gift she once was so happy to receive. Not until now did she hear the silent laughter coming from her pink haired companion. “You! What on earth is that supposed to celebrate, you vile human?!”

Natsu threw his head backwards as he let out a roaring laugh, all the way from his toes.

“THE-… THE FIRST TIME I PRANKED YOU!”

“Oh my god!? Natsu! Did you seriously show me a DEAD COCKROACH for a PRANK?!” Lucy, who had scooted closer to Natsu, still trying to stay far away from the disgusting insect, hit his arm for revenge.

“HAHAHA!”

Since there was no way to get through to Natsu while he still bathed in the success of the prank, Lucy threw a glass over the box, just in case the critter would come alive or something. Happy, who only was scared because of Lucy’s sudden freak-out, started laughing as well. Lucy sighed in despair, though that was probably a dramatic description of her current feelings. She didn’t feel despaired – just shocked and a little embarrassed. She had really thought Natsu would give her something nice, maybe along with a long-awaited confession, so she had behaved all thankful and sentimental. Knowing he only meant to prank her all along, made her feel like she was made a fool of.

“Hey, explanation please?” She said, crossing her arms as the laughter died down. Natsu, who now seemed to have calmed down enough to take in what was happening around him, started laughing again as he saw the glass over the box.

“HAHAHA, you CONTAINED the BOX?!”

“Well, cockroaches are known for never dying! How do I know you killed it properly?” Lucy defended herself, pushing Natsu lightly to extend her point. Finally, he managed to properly stop laughing, drying a tear in the corner of his eye.

“Because I didn’t have to kill it! It’s plastic, silly!”

“You’re calling ME silly? YOU’RE the one who put a ROACH in a RING-BOX!” Lucy started walking around to try to calm her own heartbeat, which still was high from the initial shock.

“But you didn’t look behind it!” Lucy stopped herself in her movements.

“Sorry, I was busy following my instincts,” she glared, not happy with how he was pointing out the obvious.

“But there IS a proper gift there as well. Look again!” Natsu lifted the glass from the table, picked out the scarily realistic cockroach (she still wasn’t sure if it really was as fake as he claimed it was) and gave her the box again. Lucy looked at Natsu one more time, with a warning glance, before opening it again.

Inside was a small charm, maybe the size of half a pea, that was meant to represent a small, silver star, which despite its rough edges, looked beautifully handmade.

“But- why?” She managed to say, picking it up and observing it from every angle.

“Consider it my apology gift,” Natsu grinned, giving her half a hug as they both looked at the shiny charm in the light.

Happy, who decided he was done with this disappointing ordeal, drank the rest of his tea, that now had gone cold, and went over to Natsu. Without missing a beat, Natsu handed over the cockroach, still making small talk about the star, talking about who made it and which necklace or bracelet she should put it on, as Happy dropped it into her teacup. They loved her to death, both of them, but sometimes she just made pranks so incredibly easily accessible, and despite what they thought, Lucy didn’t mind at all, because that just meant there never was a boring moment with them. Though this time she wouldn’t make the mistake of letting the cockroach out of sight twice.

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Headcanon : Planning On Having A Child || Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader 🥍

A/n : I had this idea a week ago and I'm really excited to post it 🎨 Please let me know if there is any mistakes or thing that can be improved. Again I'm french so English isn't my first language 🍦💚 Also my requests are open as always so let me know if you have any ideas 🎭

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Warning : Fluff at first but under the cut it's a little smutty, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, child making, 18+ READERS ONLY and be careful

Summary : How would he behave if you were planning to have a child ?

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Words count : 904

Before the pregnancy :

First he is stressed, a little too much... more than you. You guys had talked about it a lot but you always told each other not to give you a precise date, obviously he wrote it in his diary

You stopped the pill - you don't use condoms as you are exclusive

It's been several months since he's been watching your diet - he doesn't decide what you eat, but he advises you a lot

You haven't had a drop of alcohol in your house for at least 3 months. Besides, when you go to a party he reminds you that you should not forget not to drink alcohol, he does not drink either because he thinks it is not fair for you

On the big day :

He is even more stressed, even if it will not be the 1st time you will be in this position

He prepared a bouquet of roses for you

He also prepared a light meal

Your room is under the glow of a warm subdued light, the bed decorated with rose petals ( yes cliché )

He took a long time to figure out what to wear but finally decided to wear jeans with a shirt and a suit jacket

You came home because you had gone out to do whatever you wanted to

You were very surprised, positively surprised

During the whole meal he stuttered and fidgeted with his fingers

It makes you laugh it reminded you of the day he proposed to you but you're oblivious so you don't see that the day is important for him ( and you )

At the end of the meal when he insists on clearing the table and doing the dishes tomorrow when it was your turn you go and sit in front of the TV thinking that he will want to put on a movie but he asks you to come and you let him lead you to the bedroom

You are overwhelmed by what he has done in it and you kiss him deeply

You sense from his kiss that he is stressed and that something is up - finally !

He tells you that he feels ready and he is as red as a ripe tomato while he does it

Lemony time 🍋 :

Basically everytime with him is different. Sometimes it's fast and rough but sometimes it's soft and sensual. Sometimes you wonder how much softer he could be. Well now you have the answer to your question

He prepared you to the max and once you were soaking wet he sank into you

Kisses you ALL the time

Praises you the only times his mouth is not on yours "I love you", "You'll be the greatest mother ever", "You're so hot taking me so well", "So eager to have my child"

Frankly his previous shyness is gone

He makes you cum 2 or 3 times before he lets go and speeds up the rhythm of his thrusts

Once he is done he kisses you one last time praising you once more, before sliding out of you delicately - very delicately

And as you are about to get up he pushes you back down holding your legs up

"Huh ?!? What are you doing ?"

"I want to make sure you don't lose any drops of our future child"

"Oh- okay" you smiled awkwardly looking up at him holding your legs

"S- sorry was I too forward ?" he blushed again as he caressed up and down your legs

He only lets you go after 15 minutes of waiting

He runs you a nice bath and cuddles you there until you fall asleep

Once you know that you are pregnant :

He becomes very protective towards you - and he already was a lot before. Never lets anyone suspect get close to you

Avoid you all possible stress, tries to involve you less in the supernatural

He wants to do all your chores and scolds you when you do them anyways. Takes care of you a lot ( more than usual ), massages you, cooks for you, takes care of your hair...

He is afraid to hurt you or hurt your future child

Of course at first he didn't want to have sex with you fearing of hurting the child - Stiles you have been spoiled by nature but don't do not exaggerate 😂

You explained to him for hours and days, with diagrams, that it was safe

He finally accepted and it took time to be comfortable again without ever going as rough as before

He wants to take you everywhere in a Jeep to make sure you don't walk much, of course you tell him that you have to walk to keep yourself busy

Spending hours trying to find the name of your child or children. You wanting to give them a Polish name and Stiles having trouble pronouncing them

A lot of laughing

Lots of comments on how sexy you are

Your libido skyrocketing. Hopefully he's willing to have sex with you again

You dreaming about things you'll do with your child or game you'll play with them

Making sure Stiles knows he is enough and that he'll make an amazing father and that's you're proud of him

Once you're not pregnant anymore, teasing him saying that you can't wait to carry another one if his children

A/n : Gosh I really liked writing this one. I hope you guys liked it ! 🖋📐 Again my requests are open 🏖 🏜

Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski fluff #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski x reader fluff #stiles stilinski headcanon #stiles stilinski imagine #dylan o'brien #teen wolf heacanon #headcanon #fluff #smut #miri-writes

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beautifulplaceofyouth · 2 years

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JJK FF/Royal guard

CHAPTER EIGHT | SERIES

Chapter. 1

Chapter. 2

Chapter. 3

Chapter. 4

Chapter. 5

Chapter. 6

Chapter. 7

Chapter. 8

When you keep bumping into your personal royal guard by accident not knowing he is your guardian angel

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook!fallen angel!royal guard! × fem!reader!virgin!princess

Word count: 6.5k

Rating: +18 / hardcore smut with a little of fluff

Genre + warnings: Fluff, smut, dirty talk, princess loses her virginity, first!time, a lot of pussy fingering, biting, nipple play, Jungkook groans a lot, full nakedness, big dick!jk, a little bit of rough pinning and French, neck kissing, missionary, doggy, hard orgasms, bathtub sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys :D) - she probably pregnant by the time he is done with her - upss - paranormal romance, historical fanfiction, Kook being cold and mysterious, being his sexy self. Caring and possessive!jk! Really horny towards his princess, being a big seductive tease. A lot of swearing, cursing and a little bit of crying.The story isn’t real, just my imagination running wild so just enjoy reading!

a/n: Sorry for being absent so long. I’ve been on my vocation these past weeks, just enjoying myself with family and friends so I haven’t been able to post anything recently and I have a big change in my career that I haven’t even been on tumblr at all so please excuse me for that, I am finally back and will try to post next chapters sooner than I can! Really love you guys for taking the time for these series and appreciate your love and patience to keep waiting for more! If there is some grammar mistakes, please ignore them, English is not my native language! Hope you all have a great day!!! ^_^

“Oh God, what are you even saying!” You blush, your body going scarlet in seconds when you realize his meaning. Covering your red cheeks from his eyes, Jungkook can’t help but laugh when he sees you like this.

She is so adorable.

“What? You don’t agree? I thought you will want to please me,” he whispers to her.

When you look back at him, he knows he has won by the look on your face. You were already a soft person, but with Jungkook, that was something else completely.

He didn’t really think much about what he was doing when he decided to confess. He just knew he couldn' wait anymore. He wanted to claim you fully. With no one distracting him.

Just you.

Your fingers intertwine in his own before you both lean forward and close the gap between each other. His hands reach for the hem of your dirty shirt, sliding it up slowly as his lips gently glide across yours.

She’s finally mine, he thinks. You feel so good against him. And he wants more. But not here. Not right now.

Instead, he pulls away, taking in your flushed face and swollen lips with a grin. He leans down and kisses you again before releasing you from his grip, causing you to stumble back slightly.

“You know what,” he whispers as he takes your hand in his. “ We should go to bed. It’s late already.”

“But Moe, we need to wait for him to bring me a shirt first. He will be more upset when he comes back and sees that we are not here anymore.”

Jungook rolls his eyes,” I can give you one of mine so it doesn’t matter anymore.”

You shake your head at him, not believing how rude he is to his servants. Seeing him act like this since he has always been silent around you, it was strange to be honest.

“And what about food? We didn’t even eat anything,” you stare sadly at the prepared dishes on the table.

The look you have made Jungkook imagine a sad kitten with ears down when you continued to stare at the food.

Why is she so fucking cute?

“I will ask my servants to take the food to our chambers instead,” he shrugs at you, his lips tugging up into another grin. He knows he got the best out of you just because you weren't looking. Now that he had you, everything felt perfect.

After a few moments of staring at each other, you start giggling.

“What’s so funny?” Jungkook asks, a smirk spreading onto his features as you cover your mouth.

“Nothing, it’s just... I have never seen you like this before. Is there anything you do differently? Are you more affectionate? More gentle?”

Jungkook chuckles at this. As far as he can remember, he hasn’t ever done anything different than what he has done this moment.

“I guess you could say that,” he answers honestly.

“So…how we are going to sleep? You said your chambers…as in we together in the same room?” You can’t pronounce your words correctly when you’re nervous so you didn’t know what to do but look down when you asked him this.

“It would be a pleasure if we slept together in my bed tonight, yes.”

His smile widens as your cheeks turn bright red. You nod in reply and when you’re about to turn around so you can follow him, behind someone calls you.

“My lady! My lady! Here will be the shirt you requested! I’m sorry for the delay. The maids refused me to give me clothes for her highness, everyone thought that I’m lying when I said them his Majesty’s wife needs a shirt,” Moe comes running into the dining room looking absolutely guilty for being late when you both stop to look at him.

The poor creature looks so embarrassed, it almost makes you giggle but you stop yourself from doing so.

“Moe, it’s fine. Thank you for coming! I appreciate it, and you should also take this food to his Majesty. We will got to our chambers now and eat there, all right?” You smile at the octopus warmly.

Moe bows to you,” Right away, my lady! I will prepare a tray then.” Giving you a shirt, you appreciate his consideration and take it from him.

You thank the servant once more before you turn to Jungkook. Before you leave, you call over your shoulder,” Make sure to get me fresh flowers for the morning, please! Also, make some fruit tea and a hot pot of water!”

As soon as you see the servant bow, Jungkook takes you by the hand and leads you into the big hallway.

From the moment you stepped outside of his chambers, it still surprised you how beautiful this castle is. Everything is in silver color, from the carpets to the walls to the doors, windows, and paintings that decorate the place. There were even shelves made of glass which displayed numerous books, weapons and jewelry like ; diamonds, gold, colored brilliants.

The castle looked like a real fairy tale.

You wonder what Jungkook sees when he walks these halls; does he see all these things too? Or does he think only about the things that happen within those doors?

Jungkook stops by the stairwell and looks over his shoulder at you with a small smile.

Now seeing him in royal noble clothes instead of his usual armor, he looked like a real King. In a navy blue suit and a waistcoat on top with a black cloak, the finishing touch of the accessories because of his title, made him look really handsome. You liked this side of him better too.

Before you could think of it too much, he takes your hand and starts heading upstairs. The stairs are long, but when Jungkook starts making his way up faster, you have to speed walk to keep up with him. Your breath hitches as Jungkook pulls you to him and kisses your forehead as a sign of appreciation. He then puts his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

It feels comfortable. Too comfortable.

You can feel him inhale deeply when you pull away after what feels like hours.

He then continues moving until the two of you arrived at a room with silver doors. In front of it stood three servants. From the looks of their long hair and sharp pointy ears, they were elves. Bowing to you and their Majesty, they step aside to let you in.

Jungkook opens the door wider so you enter first.

The inside of the room is nothing short of breathtaking. The floor is painted in deep royal purple and silver. The ceiling is made of crystal clear glass tiles and the curtains hanging down from there look like they might break off at any second. You’re amazed at everything. So many things that you couldn’t even name.

This was completely a different room comparing to the room when you first woke up. Did he changed his chambers?

“Where do you want to sit? On that large couch or that loveseat?” He nods his head towards where you noticed a few chairs placed near a big window.

“Let's sit on the couch,” you say quietly, now feeling shy all of a sudden.

Once you are in the soft cushion facing the window seeing a Stary night sky above, the room suddenly gives a soft purple light when it eliminates your surroundings around you.

You’re surprised when you notice Jungkook already sitting next to you on the couch, his leg thrown over the other while his chin rests in top of his palms.

He looks at you with hooded eyes, a little bit more serious now.

“Are you alright, my love?”

Your heart skips several beats hearing such a sweet nickname come out of his beautiful mouth. His lips curled upwards ever so slightly when he saw your blush.

“Yea. I am.”

“Alright,” he smiles softly. “Now are you hungry?”

You nod,” A lot.”

When you say that, there is a knock against the door which brings you an idea who it is.

“Your Majesty, I brought the food You requested,” Moe sounds a little scared.

It seems he was afraid Jungkook would be angry at him again for forgetting.

Looking over at the entrance, you see the servant opening the doors, the one you called over earlier, standing nervously under Jungkook’s gaze. He bows quickly before walking further into the room to set down a tray with food on the coffee table.

He then backs away slowly until he finds a corner to stand in waiting patiently for Jungkook.

“Eat,” Jungkook says, not wanting to waste any time with the unnecessary company and grabs your wrist and guides you back into sitting position on the sofa next to him.

“Jungkook….”

You can hear him growl underneath his breath causing your cheeks to heat up. It doesn’t seem like you are getting anything out of him, so you decide that it’s best that you listen to what he has to say without interrupting him. After finishing the last piece of chicken you move to the cupcakes next for the dessert.

Taking your fork, you grab the strawberry filling and try your best to get the amount that you wanted by yourself. It’s not exactly easy because the strawberries are super hard to pick apart. You have to use the tips of your fingers to carefully remove the fruits from their places before eating them. They were a bit tough but you managed to get every single one of them into your mouth and swallowed it whole.

It was delicious, you’ll give it to them that.

Jungkook just stares at you with his full attention, never taking his eyes off you since you started eating.

There’s something about the way he watches you, his dark eyes fixated on yours, almost like he’s hypnotized, you don’t think that it’s normal for anyone else.

You can see him staring at you, not just for a moment here and there, but really looking at you and watching your every action. This is very unlike the man you fell in love with. If he were to continue watching you like that and stare you into submission, you wouldn’t object at all.

You’d gladly accept his affection, your eyes falling into him as well while he continues to watch you.

Then, without warning, his eyes lose focus. You frown at the loss, you didn’t know what caused that reaction but before you could ask him what happened he clears his throat and shifts his gaze to the plate beside him.

“Have you had enough?” He asks quietly, reaching for another piece of cupcake.

You reach for the tea and sip it slowly when you nod,” I think so.”

After drinking the rest of the liquid, you lean back on the chair and put the empty teacup on the end table besides the seat. Jungkook leans forward, holding his face between his hands.

For a moment, you can’t help but stare at him, admiring his beauty for quite a long time.

His hair falls perfectly into place, his golden eyes twinkle beautifully. You wish you could see him like this all the time. All the time.

And as if he sensed you staring at him, he tilts his head and locks eyes with you.

You avert your gaze quickly. When did you become so bold?

You look at the window then back to Jungkook.

Jungkook looks back at you and smirks,” I thought you weren’t going to stare anymore.”

You scoff and roll your eyes playfully, you can’t help yourself.

With his hands, Jungkook lifts the hair behind your ear, then moves a strand of hair aside, placing his palm on either side of your face, caressing it gently with his thumb.

Your heart beats fast when you feel the warmth from his touch.

“I was just thinking of something else,” you reply in a low voice trying not to make eye contact with him.

What should you say? How could you explain your thoughts to him? You can't just blurt out all of your emotions to him.

He moves his thumb down to your neck and gently rubs the spot where your pulse lies.

"How does my collar feel?"

"Mmm…” you groan when your skin comes into contact with his warm finger. “It feels nice.”

He lowers his head close to yours.

“Do you feel it pulsating?”

You bite your lip lightly before nodding slowly.

"Good." He kisses you on the cheek, leaving a trail of tiny kisses all the way down to the edge of your jaw. "I'm so glad you're enjoying yourself.”

Your hands go to hold on his shoulders as he leans closer to you, brushing your nose against his and giving you goosebumps.

You feel your body heating up instantly at his closeness. You're too busy being lost in his intoxicating scent to notice how his pupils start to dilate slowly. The only thing you can focus on right now is the hand on your thigh.

As he begins to lower his hands down to rest in front of you, he presses his cold hands against your heated thighs.

“Kisses are supposed to feel good don’t you agree?” His voice is husky but it sends shivers down your spine.

You don't answer. Instead you open your legs wider for him to slip his hands inside of your skirt. Your panties immediately dampen with your arousal at the thought of him touching you there.

He kisses you softly and runs his tongue along the edge of your lips. You moan when he makes his way down your neck.

Then you feel him biting you gently at the same time sucking slightly on a soft spot below your collarbone, making your eyes flutter closed tightly when the sensations begin to overwhelm you.

"Jungkook,” you whisper, not being able to take it anymore.

The sound of someone clearing their throat by the door causes Jungkook to stop moving.

“Oh, I'm sorry to bother you both. I'll come back later.” It's Moe. His tone much higher than before.

"No problem," Jungkook speaks with a low, sexy tone in his voice as he leans back from your neck while still keeping his hands firmly attached on you. "We finished anyway."

Oh god, my heart!

"You Majesty, I'll leave you two alone then." You hear the door closing after the servant leaves.

You feel embarrassed when you realize that Moe probably saw you with Jungkook doing more than just talking.

"I... I'm sorry," you mumble, feeling extremely shy.

"Don't be." He gives you a gentle smile, making your heart skip a beat.

You look back outside the window and sigh. This whole day has been a big mess and you don’t even know if your father is safe with the vampires attacking your palace.

That is why you find yourself asking, “Jungkook? Why are they attacking my palace? Why are all of these things happening to me?”

You turn towards him again when he gets up.

"Because they want your blood," he states calmly and stands in front of you.

"W..." you don’t understand. What does he mean by that? Is this some kind of sick joke? You need to understand! "What do you mean they want my blood?!”

"The one who attacked the castle. He’s going to attack your family, your friends, your kingdom if he doesn’t get his revenge.”

You’re taken aback, what? That wasn’t possible, surely, your father can stop this from happening? No...it doesn’t make sense. This couldn’t be happening. There must be some mistake.

You shake your head, denying everything that he says. There must be an explanation, maybe it isn’t true. Maybe it will all be okay.

But you can’t deny reality.

“Jungkook...what am I going to do if they harm my father? What will happen to my mother and kingdom?” You can’t keep it in anymore, tears starting to form at the corner of your eyes.

“They won’t hurt him, Y/n. I promise you.” Jungkook assures you, placing a warm hand on your trembling ones.

“I don’t believe you.” You whisper through the tears running down your face.

“Listen to me,” he places his free hand over yours, making your fingers curl around his. “I’m going to make sure that nothing happens to him. Nothing at all.”

“Promise?” You ask desperately.

Jungkook nods and puts his forehead against your own. “On my life and honor, I promise.” He repeats his words, tightening his grip on your small hand.

"Thank you...for everything..." you mumble, feeling the urge to cry again.

Jungkook smiles and pecks your forehead gently, “Your safety and happiness is what matters the most. I would do anything for you. Anything at all, Y/N.” He brings his mouth to meet your own, kissing you deeply, passionately.

When he breaks away from your lips, he cups your face in his hands. You let out a gasp at his sudden movements. Jungkook smirks when he notices this.

“Can I ask you something?”

You nod your head vigorously,” Yes.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath and starts tracing little circles with the pad of his thumb on the bottom of your chin.

“Are you sure that it’s okay if we continue?”

He whispers as he glances down at the red mark his teeth left behind.

You chuckle and press a soft kiss onto his fingertips. “Of course. I trust you.”

"Alright, I have a confession to make," he says as he stares straight into your eyes with his bright orbs glistening under the moonlight.

“Okay...I guess that means I have to confess too then.” You chuckle nervously.

He nods his head.

“Ugh, this is embarrassing...” you laugh awkwardly and try your best to hide your burning blush.

"Go ahead."

“It’s about this morning. When we were...uh, you know...” you stutter, not wanting to bring up the topic.

Jungkook chuckles,“I see.”

"Yeah....so... um.."

"You wanted to give it to me right?" He interrupts you, making you gulp anxiously.

He looks at you for a second before continuing. “If we’re gonna continue, then you shouldn’t have held me off like that. I’ve had enough teasing. We can’t go on like that. Tempting a man such as myself is never good enough when you know my intentions.”

"S...sorry..."

He grabs your cheeks and kisses you hard. He lets his tongue invade your mouth as he wraps both of his arms around your waist and carries you towards your bed.

You gasp as he lowers you onto your bed before unbuttoning his jacket with the waistcoat and removing the cloak from his shoulders. Pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside to reveal his muscular tattooed torso underneath. He removes his pants quickly afterwards. He climbs on top of you, straddling your hips before positioning himself in front of your entrance.

"Are you sure you wanna do this again?"

You bite your lips before answering honestly, “Yes.”

His gaze softens. He looks so vulnerable right now. And you’re the one he wants. He reaches down and lifts the hem of your dress above your knees. He slips his hand inside the gap between your thighs and strokes the sensitive skin lightly across your center.

You gasp when your underwear touches his fingers, his touch feeling incredibly soothing.

His other hand moves from your leg up to your breast and squeezes one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

Since it was a dress with layers underneath, there was no bra.

You close your eyes tightly and grab onto his hair, trying to pull him closer to you.

"Please...” you whimper.

He pulls his hand away from your breast and slides it down your stomach until he reaches your panties. He pushes them down your legs and tosses them aside. Before you can protest, he reaches over the bed to retrieve something from his jacket and with wide eyes see him taking a small dagger with diamonds. You were surprised by the move that you didn’t even stop him for tearing your dress down with the knife when the poor clothing came apart before his eyes, reveling your bare body.

Taking the knife in his mouth, you look at him shocked when he pulls the dress off of you completely, leaving you cold.

What the hell just happened?

Grabbing the handle, Jungkook takes it out of his mouth and tosses it aside when you hear the dagger falling to the ground.

When he gives you a dark gaze and catches you watching him with something like desire and daze, he can’t help but smirk.

“Don’t worry about the dress, I will buy you thousands of them if you want.”

He leans forward and kisses you again. His tongue traces your lower lip and his fingers slowly enter you, causing your core to tighten with desire. A shaky moan escapes your lips as you move your hips up, trying to push him further inside of you.

He smiles against your lips before taking a hold of your wrists and pinning them above your head.

“Tell me what you want, little one,” he whispers seductively in a low voice .

"Make love to me," you reply breathlessly, looking up at him.

You notice a wicked smirk forming on his face. "So eager.”

Your brows furrowed together. "What does that mean?"

"Nothing, I love how eager you are. Come here."

After saying this, Jungkook grabs your ankles and pulls your legs apart. You gasp from the pain as he begins to rub your clit with his thumb while his fingers playfully pinch your nipples and tease your inner walls, driving you crazy.

"Mmmmh! Ahhh! Hmfh!" You cry out loud. Jungkook immediately stops once you call for him. He rests his forehead against yours, panting heavily.

"Was that good?"

"Ya! It was amazing!" you say excitedly.

Jungkook laughs softly at your excitement, but then he continues with what you want him to do.

"Do you really want me to fuck you, Y/n?"

You nod eagerly, "Yes! Please! Do whatever you want! Just please..." you trail off, breathing heavily as he takes off his underwear and thrusts his hips slowly into your wet entrance, taking you by surprise how big he is, the size stretching your walls painfully.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, princess. Forgive me, I can’t be gentle. You feel so good,” he apologizes, burying his face deeper into your neck.

“No, it’s ok. Just do as you please,” you assure him as you place your arms around his neck. You feel him smile against your skin.

He picks up a steady pace, thrusting more forcefully into you than before, almost hitting your cervix multiple times, his pace faster and faster as he goes deeper. Your breathing turns heavy, and your body trembles from the pleasure.

“Ah!! Yes... yes…” You scream out loudly as another wave of orgasm hits you, your pussy clenching instinctively and clenching even tighter around him.

The feeling makes him groan when he suddenly grips your neck tightly with his hand as he enters you even more deeply with his thick cock.

He thrusts fast, filling you completely and letting his balls graze against your entrance and sending shivers down your spine. You cling tightly onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his bare back. The sensation is intense, overwhelming. It feels painful but so incredible.

"Fuck!!" You gasp as Jungkook releases deep within your core, coming undone as well. You wrap your legs around his hips, pressing yourself against him. He holds your upper thighs tightly, his head resting against your shoulder.

“Jesus fucking Christ…” He breathes, feeling his heart rate increase exponentially. You could practically see his whole body shaking from holding his release.

You take deep breaths in order to calm yourself. You don't even want to think about how sweaty you both are at this point.

‘I can’t believe I just did that. I just did the things I never thought I'd ever do. But it felt so right.

You can hear his heavy breathing against your ear. “Are you okay?” He asks in a raspy voice.

You smile sheepishly and nod your head, “I am fine.”

Jungkook still haven’t pulled his cock out of you . Instead, he keeps it buried inside of you, rubbing it against your entrance every few minutes.

“Look at you, so good for me," Jungkook praises you quietly.

You blush and turn away shyly.

‘Why is it so hard to look him in the eye now?

“Did I hurt you, angel?” Placing a kiss on your shoulder, he flips you over so you’re laying on your stomach and the angle makes his length push deeper into your folds when he inserts it back in.

“God, you’re so tight,” He moans as he starts moving slowly, carefully.

Your entire body tenses up at the sound of his voice and the realization that he is not done yet. Every drag of his big shaft inside your walls made your core sensitive and aching for more.

He kisses your neck softly and nibbles on the tender flesh with his warm tongue.

“Humm...so tight, princess.”

“Again?” You ask as you close your eyes, allowing him to get even deeper inside of you.

“Again,” he says with lust and passion laced in his tone.

“Oh God….” You let out another shaky breath and relax your body completely.

You're not going to lie; you enjoy this. Being filled up by someone else. Feeling someone touch you in a way that no one has ever touched you before. This isn't just sex anymore - it's something far more intimate, much deeper. Something only Jungkook knows how to do. You could stay like this forever if you want to. All of this...

All of this is what made you realize why you let him do this. Why you were so nervous all morning, scared that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t serious about you. That you wouldn’t mean as much to him as he meant to you.

But you know that isn’t true. He’s given you everything that is needed to know him: his trust, his honesty, his respect, his caring, his gentleness and patience, and above all, his love.

“I love you,” you tell him through the haze of arousal that surrounds your mind.

He suddenly stops when he hears your confession .

"What did you say?" He asks cautiously.

You open your eyes and glance up at him, "I said I love you," you repeat as he pulls his dick out of you slightly and watches as you come undone once more.

He doesn't respond though. Instead, he places both of his hands underneath your ass, lifting you up so you're sitting. He pushes his shaft deep inside of you, making you moan softly. Then, he lowers himself so that he can rest his chin on top of your head.

"Say that again.”

"I love you."

"Again," he says sternly, his thrusts becoming more rougher.

"I love you," you repeat when you whimper from his movements.

A slight grin forms on his lips. "That’s enough,” he whispers kissing your neck softly,” I love you too, little one,” and thrusts harder inside of you, taking you further into his depths each time.

You cry out louder with each passing moment, the sensations intensifying.

“Jungkook!”

His lips press against your ear. "Shh, darling. Relax, we're almost there,” he encourages in a soft voice. He lets go of one of your hip bones with his right hand and uses the other to massage the swollen bud in your clit, causing you to whimper from the pressure and tightening your grip on him.

He continues stroking you and continuing to thrust into you as you come undone for him again and again until you can' stand anymore and you collapse beneath him.

“Jungkook, I'm going to die," you say breathily, trying your best to catch your breath.

He chuckles lightly, "Don't joke, baby,” He assures you with concern lacing his voice.

"Let me help you," he adds while pulling your legs apart to see his cock still stuck deep inside you, your juices leaking out of your hole, the sight so beautiful when he pulls your butt-cheeks apart. ‘’Damn, you’re so tight, princess. Don’t worry, we’ll go slower,’’ he smiles, massaging your pussy.

You close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of having his cock inside of you, the pressure, the warmth, the closeness... the love he has for you.

You start moving your hips to meet his slow strokes. You could literally feel every single muscle inside of him flex and contract when he goes inside of you again and again.

"I'm gonna explode soon," you moan.

"Then let me come inside of you,” Jungkook growls, his voice full of need and desire.

“I want you to come inside of me. Please, Jungkook. Let me feel your dick all inside of me."

Jungkook's eyes flash dark for a second. He looks so intense, and it's all because of you.

His body stiffens for a moment and then relaxes again as he thrusts faster inside of you.

"I've got to fuck you so fucking deep. Let me fill your sweet pussy. Let me fill you."

"Yes!" You beg as he pumps harder inside you, his rhythm becoming faster and faster.

He leans forward as he thrusts in a quick motion. Your fingers dig into the bed sheets as he slams against your clit repeatedly, pushing his erection all the way into you.

“Ah! Ahhh! Oh fuckkk!” You scream out as pleasure overtakes your senses, bringing tears to your eyes.

“Fuckkkkkkk!!!”

You can’t hold it in anymore. Every movement of his cock inside of you, every thrust, every loud moan leaving your mouth, it drives you insane.

"Fuckkk! Fucking, oh god. Ohgodohgod," you gasp desperately as the orgasm consumes you.

"My goddess. My angel. My everything. Oh fuckkkkkkk.... I can't take it,” he groans loudly as he comes inside of you one last time, his hot semen filling you to the brim. There was too much of it because you felt it dripping between your cheeks.

Both of you lay together on the bed for a long time afterwards, panting heavily. His cock is still lodged deep inside of you as you feel it twitch, ready to be released at any second but the third time would be too much. You were completely drained from the things he did to you.

But seeing how happy it made him. The pain was worth it.

“Come here.” He mutters softly, turning around in the bed and pulling you toward him, wrapping his arms around your middle.

He rests his head on the crook of your neck and pulls you closer to his chest.

“How was it? Was it everything you thought it would be?” He asks quietly.

“Yes. Thank you, Jungkook.”

“Thank you? For what?”

You sigh deeply as a small smile spreads across your face.

“Everything. You.”

“I love you, angel,” he murmurs softly against your skin as he hugs you tighter,” you don’t have to thank me. Just know that I’m always here for you. Always. I care about you so much.”

A small chuckle escapes your lips as you bury your face into the crook of his neck but then realization hits you.

“Jungkook?”

He hums in question but when there is no reply from you, he glances at you.

“What is it?”

You try to hide your face in the pillow when you murmur back,” I’m now pregnant?”

His hold tightens on you when leans back to look down at you,” Why do you say that?”

You blush deeper,” You came inside of me like from those romance books where the male releases his sperm in the female in order to get her pregnant. So I am now pregnant?”

Your guard chuckles suddenly, the sound becomes louder each second when he sees how innocently you asked that question. If that were another man, he would be already taking an advantage of you for another round but the thought of you pregnant with his child has him feeling hard again even he doesn’t want to.

It isn’t easy for anyone to see how hard his cock is and when you do… it only makes him feel things worse for him.

“You sure are bold today, aren’t we angel?” He mumbles between gritted teeth before leaning up to give you a sweet yet passionate kiss.

As soon as you realize what’s going on, you push Jungkook away from you and scoot over towards the other side of the bed. A few tears spill from your eyes as you watch his handsome features become contorted by rage.

“Why did you push me away? Do you regret it now?” he asks.

You sniffle,” No! It’s not like that at all Jungkook, I just…”

The way he looks at you makes you feel so uncomfortable that you can’t even think straight.

But before you could finish, he has already picked you up bridal style and starts carrying you to the big bathroom.

“Please put me down! Let go of me right now!”

He laughs darkly but does as told,” You should know better angel than to reject my love. After all, we belong together.”

He throws you harshly onto the tub filled with bubbly hot water, startling you enough so that the water slops all over the edges and drips onto you.

The room is filled with heavy silence except for your shaky breathing. He sits on the edge of the bathtub and watches as you lay there, naked breasts heaving from your quick breaths as if it is taking everything in you to keep yourself awake.

“Will you behave now?” Your guard stands up to his full height and you see his dick hardening at the sight of you in the tub.

Ignoring how large and red it is with white specks of cum from earlier activities, that brings you back why you’re mad at him.

“No,” you blankly answer him.

“No?”

He asks, raising an eyebrow while crossing his arms against his chest. His muscles ripple under his skin and you can feel them tense in irritation.

“Yes!” you scream angrily, causing the temperature in the bathroom to rise,” You forced yourself upon me and now you want to punish me for it. Taking me like you have always wanted, now you can’t take responsibility for it! I might have your baby!”

You point at his dick with every word and he doesn’t seem fazed even though all color had drained from his face and you are now shouting at him without mercy.

“And I hate you for this! I despise-oghhhm,” he doesn’t let you finish when steps into the bath and lifts you up against his body, his wings sprouting from his back making you flinch when you’re embraced in darkness with his scent engulfing you and wet skin pressed against yours. You can feel him shaking under you as he takes your lips, his touch burning your skin.

“If anything happens to our baby, I swear to God,” his voice is hoarse,” I’ll kill everyone involved. Especially myself but never talk to me that way again. You’re fucking mine!” he hisses against your lips before roughly biting your lower lip before pulling away and looking you in the eye.

“Do you understand me?” he whispers huskily against your ear as his hands move around to grab your ass before yanking it forward so that it presses against his hard rock hard dick.

“Yea, I understand,” you whisper breathlessly as you feel him rub against your red folds.

Before long he is inside you, slowly thrusting his hips inside you one slow movement at a time. It drives you crazy when he moves like that in you. You close your eyes to savor his movements. Each thrust feels like a lightning bolt, sending pleasure coursing through your veins until finally, the tension builds and you scream out loud, reaching out to wrap your legs around his waist and digging your nails into his back.

When you feel your orgasm hit, he growls and slams into you harder, harder, faster as he releases deep within you and almost crushes you with his body against the wall when he lazily continues to thrust.

“That wasn’t so bad now, right?” he asks after calming himself down.

“I think I preferred that,” you moan in reply as your hands slide across his naked back until they find their way onto his face, caressing the skin underneath as he lowers himself to rest his forehead against yours. He kisses you passionately for a moment, letting you catch your breathe before pressing light kisses along your jawline to reach your neck and leaving a lingering mark against the spot where he first bit you.

“I think my girl loves it rough.” His words make you lower you eyelashes in embarrassment when you try to cover your flushed cheeks but when his wings retreats back a bit to give you some light, Jungkook runs his thumb over your lips and chuckles deeply,” Who could have thought that the princess from a royal family will act this way,” he purrs softly into your ear as he pulls back and cups your cheek gently before kissing you gently, his tongue teasingly slipping past your parted lips before pulling back to stare you dead in the eye.

“I hope that my little princess likes to stay in shape because this is not the last time that I’d fuck you in a bath,” he growls low and deep as his hands roam over your body and you bite your lip hard to prevent any noises from leaving your mouth.

“But first, let’s get married. Then you won’t need to worry anymore.”

The words made you freeze.

“B-But, Jungkook…my father…you told him that you will ask for my hand in marriage only when I turn twenty one,” you mutter softly when you look at him worriedly.

“Doesn’t matter now. Now, you’re here with me. You will come to live with me. And you’re going to marry me.”

“But..why?” you whimper.

“Because…” he stops speaking for a while.

Looking deeply into your eyes, he smiles and grabs your chin with his fingers, forcing you to look directly into his gaze as he leans down to plant soft yet firm kisses along your jaw line and eventually trailing them downwards towards your neck.

“Because…because… I love you, little one. Because I care about you more than I cared about anything else in my entire life. I couldn’t bear the thought of anyone ever taking you from me.”

His deep raspy voice breaks your heart.

A broken smile forms itself on your lips when he finishes speaking.

‘Is this really happening? Is this really Jungkook?’ you wonder silently as you close your eyes and lean your head against his shoulder, enjoying the moment for what it may be.

Be continued…

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