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the-oracles-maw · 3 months

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headcanons: miguel o'hara x aroace/aspec! SO

me, an aspec writer when there's no aroace/aspec Miguel x reader bc it's all either smut or angst:

from my previous comments I got on the first time I wrote this, people have pointed out that Miguel could very much be Demi, and I am all over that.

I mean look at the man, analyze the man. Behold: a man. He's juggling protecting multiple realities and commanding spider people from said realities. Finding a partner is probably the last thing on his mind.

Look, you know the man is sculpted to perfection. He reminds you of Michelangelo's masterpieces walking from their mantles.

That didn't necessarily mean you wanted to stick him inside of you or vice versa.

This? This doesn't make Miguel feel insecure in the slightest.

I headcanon that Miguel knows how good-looking he is. He's long grown numb to the stares from men and women alike.

You think this man's never seen a mirror before

Some bold sumbitches have probably even come up to hit on him directly.

He noticed quickly you don't look at him like many people look at him. He noticed how innuendoes towards you went completely over your head. He noticed you didn't quite understand the subtle outrage from some of the spiders when you called him a "complete dick" once.

He knew that outrage wasn't over that he was a figure of authority.

You humble the hell out of him. One of his favorite things about you is that he has to work for you. You're not swayed by his sex appeal.

He finds that that makes you interesting. Very interesting.

It also make him fee.l.. human? Like he's not a prime cut of meat to be chewed up and spit out.

He loves that most about you.

Of course, at first, you're none the wiser to this.

Like all eventual emotions that arise in every relationship, you begin to have your doubts.

Is Miguel even satisfied with you? Are you... depriving him because of your orientation?

Plus, there's so many beautiful men and women in Nueva York.

Miguel is quick to assure you that you're more than enough for him.

Of course, eventually, someone does say something, and goes too far.

You return to your shared apartment, that is conveniently adjacent to the Spider Society headquarters. Miguel immediately notices your shift in mood, as the usual pep in your step isn't there. Knowing that you'll talk when you're ready, he lets it go.

You both settle in for a little movie night on the sofa. Snuggled against your man, you hardly pay attention to the movie, and then begin acting strange.

Rubbing against him, running your hands up and down his pectorals, attempting to straddle in his lap-

Miguel immediately knew something wasn't right.

Of course, Miguel wasn't one to protest your affections, but he could tell you were forcing it. The touches, the kisses, they weren't all there.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing, mi chulo/chula? What's-hey, hey, no more of that okay?" He pauses to push your hands away from him- "What's all this about? What's wrong?"

"Don't look at me like that, I know something's wrong. I know you're putting on an act." He takes both of your hands in his, rubbing his thumb along your knuckles. "I know you, babe. I know when you walk different. I could tell something was wrong when you came home tonight."

"Well," you begin. "It's going to sound dumb," you're cut off by him. "It won't. It's bothering you." He leans over to place a kiss on your forehead. "Come on, baby. What's the matter? Is it me?"

"No! Not at all, actually, it's me."

Subtle outrage is scary. Miguel doesn't show it, but he's totally fuming over what your coworker had said to you. You were excited to introduce Miguel as your boyfriend.

"And you mean to tell me you and that... oh wow, supermodel haven't done it yet? Haven't you been together for, like what, two years?"

"That's pretty amazing. I don't know how I could ever stay in a sexless relationship, much less two years. I admire your self-control."

You weren't dumb. You caught that subtle jab. But couldn't help but wonder if they had a point. Miguel could have just about anyone he wanted. Why you? Why someone he could potentially never have sex with?

"Hey now, you listen to me, yeah?" Miguel withdraws his hands from yours and wraps your arms around you. "I, am, more than satisfied with you." "You," he emphasized his point by placing a finger on your chest. "Make me feel more than fulfilled. We don't have to have sex for me to love you as much as I do. We never had to. And still look at us."

He smiled down at you, "You think I'm gonna throw this beautiful thing we have between us away for a quick fuck? Be serious, mi amor."

You tighten your hug around your boyfriend, and suppressed giggles as he placed chaste little kisses on your collarbone. "We may get there, we may not. But none of that changes how I feel about you. How I love you. Got that?"

"Mn," you sighed. "I understand."

"Bien. Muy bien." Miguel placed a kiss on your forehead. "How's about we call it an early night, hm? Want me to carry you to bed?"

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a-cyclepath · 5 months

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⚠️ MDNI ⚠️

Ino thirst post, rambling, superman on the streets, Lex Luthor in the sheets

Ino is a nasty, nasty ass Ino au x Reader

( spitting, slapping, rough sex, biting mentioned )

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Ino acting all wholesome and sweet with you around everyone when your out and around. He's smiling, peppering your face and shoulders with sweet soft boy kisses

"mn.mn...pretty!" He says between kissing your cheek lovingly.

"guys aren't they just beautiful?" He brags about you to everyone whenever you can.

Nanami is pretty sure with all the pictures of you Ino is always showing off he has a photographic memory of what you look like in his head.

He just loves showing you off. Any new pictures he takes with you or selfies you post online he's eagerly showing everyone he can. He even keeps a little wallet foldup set of the two of you the time you went to Canada's Wonderland

Ino isn't like this at all in private. He's nasty, a freak even.

He's spits on his hand and slaps it against your ass because he likes the wet nasty sound it makes when it collides with your skin.

He spits on your hole, nasty buildup, big huge suck in before he lets it plop on. Then he's sucking and eating your hole for breakfast lunch and dinner.

His favourite part of you is your ass, he loves watching it bounce and recoil from his curse smashing ground destroying thrusts

He's tugging on your hair from behind, forcing your head to arch back.

He's. Is. A. Biter. Your thighs never felt better during sex, but they could probably look better afterwards.

He's impatient. His wholesome personality will do a complete turn the moment he's got you alone in his car after work.

If thin enough, he's ripping a hole in your bottoms and railing you from behind.

He can't help it. It's not his fault your hole is addictive?

He loves that jiggle. That smacking. He replays that sound in his head over and over.

He loves your mouth. Playing with your tongue and cheeks with his fingers.

Dude might just have a spit kink.

But don't think he's just in it for himself.

He knows exactly how to push your buttons. Which corners inside of you to not kiss, but rail his tip or fingers against.

He grins whenever your orgasm, loving the idea that you're feeling good too.

All the love in the world can't stop his nasty mouth.

"haah baby. Look at the hole in these tights." He spreads your ass to get a look at your needy parts.

"damn. You're so perfect here. Hope it's sweaty."

"dry hole. Can't have that. Gotta spit all over it don't I?"

"scream louder. If The car rocking isn't hint enough for someone passing by I want them to hear you."

"shit look at all this sweat on you baby let me get a taste."

"you really did know what you were doing wearing these on this nice ass today didn't you?"

"damn look at all the spit you're coughing out when you take my dick."

"I can't believe you love eating dick."

"haven't showered in a while. You still wanna suck me off?"

"this tongue is pretty. Open up. Lemme you some extra saliva to drink."

"I wanna take pictures of you painted white like this. You think Nanami-Senpai would wanna see those too?"

"wonder if you can take this dildo and my dick in the same hole baby."

Honorable mention, you should eat this guy's ass.

#jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #ino smut #jujutsu kaisen #mdni #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk x reader smut #jujutsu smut #smut headcanons #ino jjk #jjksmut #jjk fanfic #x reader smut #ino x reader

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creedslove · 10 months

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HEARTLESS 💔 - PART SEVEN

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels x f!reader)

Summary: You and Jack have a real conversation for the first time and you find out he's more vulnerable than you thought

(This is the seventh chapter of the HEARTLESS 💔 series)

Warnings: hurt, angst, hurt, angst, talk of past trauma, asshole!jack (but not really), mom!reader, and fluff because Wyatt is too cute

A/N: besties, I gotta confess 🥺 that I teared up writing this one, I don't know how you will all react, but my heart is broken for jack and reader 🥺

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It was only evening when Wyatt finally showed signs of being tired. He loved Silver Pony so much and no matter if Jack showed him the other horses, he was hooked to your favorite girl, always clinging to her and stroking her soft fur. Silver Pony also enjoyed the affection, always hovering around the two of you gently, making your son giggle and reward both you and Jack with his sweet laughs.

The cowboy didn't interfere, he just watched the two of you having fun, his mind wandering through his thoughts. For once, he didn't think of his late wife and their unborn son, instead, he kept thinking of you and Wyatt, wondering and picturing what life would be like if he hadn't made you go away, if he'd taken care of you while you were pregnant, he was sure you were glowing and looking gorgeous, he thought of what would it be like holding you at night, stroking your pregnant bump and talking to the baby in your womb. How he would shower you in presents and you two would get the baby's room ready together. He liked imagining taking care of Wyatt as a newborn, how he would probably be afraid of holding him and you would soothe him. You two would be so happy with your beautiful little family. He thought of all the celebrations and parties that could have happened on his ranch, your engagement dinner, your wedding party, Wyatt's first birthday and so on. It shattered his heart to think he had missed out on an entire life of happiness only because he was a bad person.

He watched as the sun was setting and got up, gathering the basket and walking towards Silver Pony "I think we should head back, the sun is going down and Helen made us dinner…" he swallowed "it's your favorite sugar" he looked at you with his puppy eyes and you controlled the urge of rolling your own. It baffled you his ability of being a real dick and pretending nothing was happening, you were going to ignore what he said, but Wyatt smiled big "mommy happy?" He asked and you nodded, turning to Silver Pony "I'm very happy because I have you, my beautiful son, and also our gorgeous Silver Pony" she caressed down the mare's face and Wyatt whimpered as he couldn't reach it, so Jack quickly joined them, lifting him up and he imitated his mommy's gesture

"I wove Silvew Pony… can we take hew home, mommy?" He tilted his head in such innocent way your chest tightened and you laughed softly at him "we can't fit her in our apartment baby, otherwise I'd love to take her with us, so for now she has to stay here"

Wyatt pouted and nodded and then his face lit up as he had an amazing idea "can we wive hewe? With cowboy, mommy, Wyatt and Silvew Pony" he said happily and clapped his hands excitedly. Jack swallowed sadly and looked at you, you glanced back at him and licked your lips. As much as you wanted to punch him, you couldn't help but feel your lips tingling every time you remembered the kiss he forcefully imposed on you.

"I would love for you and your mommy to live with me, big guy, but I think mommy likes the city, but you two are always welcome here, to spend the weekend or as long as you would like" he said and rubbed Wyatt's arm, seeing his skin was cold and they should probably get back inside.

"Y/N… Wyatt is a little cold…" he said as he gently placed his big hand on your arm, startling you as you didn't expect his warm touch. "You're cold too. Here…" he told you, carefully handing you Wyatt as he took off his leather jacket and wrapped it around your body.

You didn't say much as Wyatt snuggled you, clinging to your body and yawning as your warmth spread through his body. You also tried not paying attention to Jack's scent lingering all over it. It smelled like pine, a little bit of cologne, whiskey and him. It used to be your favorite smell in the whole world, but now it only left shattered pieces of your heart behind. You nuzzled Wyatt's curls and kissed his forehead, making him giggle as you two rushed inside as Jack stayed behind to take Silver Pony back into the stable.

Helen greeted you at the door, you knew Saturdays evenings she went back to her home and would only come back on Monday, she was ready to go, but not without showering Wyatt and kisses and hugging you tight, telling you once again how happy she was to see you and how she wished you would come more often to visit them, you nodded and said goodbye, feeling happy to have seen the woman and placed Wyatt down. You took off Jack's jacket just in time to see him walk through the door and handed it back to him "thank you" you said in a low voice and turned to your son "now you're gonna get a nice warm shower, okay? So we can have yummy dinner" she told him, but he pouted and hugged his dad's legs, who knelt in front of him and stroked his cheek "mommy is right, buddy, you gotta do what she says, it's time for shower because no one likes a smelly cowboy" he winked and tickled his tummy making his son laugh.

You nodded, surprised at Jack's reinforcement as you expected low of him after he displayed his true character towards you so many times. You just assumed he would always take the easy road in order to be Wyatt's favorite, but it was good he knew you should work as a team and not as rivals.

You took Wyatt back to the guest bedroom you'd be having through the night as you would help him shower in the bathroom. He was excited to put on his horses PJs after showering, so he could show his cowboy friend how much of a cowboy himself he was. You chuckled, finding it amusing while Wyatt already got undressed by himself and got under the shower wanting to be over with it as soon as possible; though you tried starting it, no stream of water came out and you sighed, as you had no idea how to fix it, you wrapped a towel around your son and went to the stairs, calling Jack so he could assist you. He ran up the stairs as quickly as possible, excitement rushed through his veins as you were addressing him "what's wrong?" He licked his bottom lip and watched you intently

"Shower's not working" you informed him and he nodded and followed you into the bathroom. Wyatt giggled as he saw the cowboy, he shyly hid under his mommy still in his towel, waiting patiently while Jack took a look at things.

"Seems like this cowboy will have to shower somewhere else and you too sugar. You can take the bathroom in my bedroom, you know where it is and you can use the tub as well" he said with an excited smile at Wyatt "how's that buddy? Would you like to be a water cowboy tonight?" He cooed at Wyatt who nodded excitedly "pwease mommy, i want to pway watew cowboy" he pouted and you agreed, heading towards Jack's bedroom - the one that used to be yours too.

"I'll warm up dinner while you bathe him, sugar, unless you want my help…" he offered but you quickly dismissed.

After Wyatt had a blast in Jack's tub and begged you to brush your hair to the side just like the cowboy's, the three of you had dinner together. Helen had been so kind to make your favorite dish, along with some nuggets for your son, who enjoyed every second of it completely oblivious to the tension between you and his daddy.

Wyatt didn't take long to fall asleep on the couch after the amount of fun and activities he had during the week. He was so happy and enjoyed every single minute of the day and, though Jack sighed a little disappointed as he saw him already fast asleep

"I wanted to show him the bedroom I set up for him… Y/N please, I want Wyatt to keep coming here, you too, of course, so you can visit Helen and Silver Pony, but I know you hate my guts so I won't force you to come any longer, but I want my son around" he said as he sat on the edge of the couch and caressed his hair gently.

"Why did you come back after so long? I don't understand… I know you've been providing us with money here and there and that you also watched us from afar, but why now?"

You saw how tense Jack got as he looked down and took a deep breath, ready to speak but then changed his mind as Wyatt whimpered in his dream "this ain't something we should talk about in front of a kid, Y/N… go relax, take your shower and I'll tell you later" he said firmly and very gently picked up Wyatt, asking you to follow him down the hallway where he stood next to a door, which you remembered really well it was another guest bedroom, but apparently Jack had made it into Wyatt's room. He waited for you to open the door as his own hands were busy with your son and your heart warmed at how beautifully he had it made.

It was of course, all farm themed, with paintings on the wall, all kinds of animal plushies and matching furniture. You knew your son would go crazy once he saw it and you couldn't help tearing up at how thoughtful that place was. Even if things were ruined between you and Jack, maybe he could be a good father after all.

He covered Wyatt gently and pecked his forehead, turning to you and giving you another sad smile "you should go shower now, we can talk in a little while"

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Jack waited for you to exit the bathroom in his master room with a glass of scotch in hands and sitting down in the armchair. He felt anxious at the same time he wanted to get things done with you as soon as possible. He knew you deserved the truth, as well as his apologies though he was sure you wouldn't actually accept them, still he had to try. He wanted his son around and he could only get it if you could stand him at least a little, because even if he had blackmailed you, he didn't want to bring lawyers into the game, he didn't want to take things to the court and cause you and Wyatt more distress. He hoped he could make things civil between the two of you and he knew the way of getting into it was being honest with you.

He could hear the shower running and wondered why you hadn't bathed in the tub, as you loved doing it and very often invited him to join in with you. He felt a wave of lust hitting him, as he thought of all the time you'd spent there together, how you touched each other's bodies, your lips on him, your taste in his mouth, he was so happy and wasn't even aware that would end some day.

He was so caught up in his thoughts he barely noticed the shower went completely silent and a few minutes later, you opened the door and walked out only in your underwear, completely unaware of him at first. He gasped and felt his mouth getting dry, not expecting such a beautiful sight for his sore eyes, he licked his lips and wasn't sure if he should make his presence known, though his presence was completely explicit as he was sat there a few meters from you, under the bright lights, you were just too distracted, and he knew exactly what had caught your attention: the picture frame he had in one of his shelves. It was you and Wyatt, on his first birthday.

You didn't know how you missed it the first time you'd been into his bedroom earlier, taking your son to be bathed, but now you saw it: it was a picture of you and him. You didn't know how Jack managed to get his hands on that picture, but it was also quite shocking as you analyzed the rest of the furniture and the wall and you didn't find any pictures of his late wife. Why did he keep your pictures and not hers? It was another Jack Daniels mystery you weren't sure you wanted to find out.

You knew you would have to put up some clothes and find him, he managed to make you curious and you didn't know until what extent he needed to tell you something serious or if it was one of his games, but once you turned away and walked to his bed to get the clothes you'd left there, you finally spotted him in the armchair. Your heart nearly stopped at the sight of him there, you didn't expect to see Jack and he looked almost as shocked as you did, not believing you were flashing him your body like that.

"Fuck Jack, what are you doing here?" You raised your voice at him, anger and embarrassment formed a wave inside of you, as you immediately grabbed your towel and covered yourself.

He swallowed hard and finished his whiskey, looking embarrassed himself and rubbed the back of his neck "I didn't know you would come out of the shower without clothes, well, technically you're covering your… body" he said choosing his words carefully "but I thought you'd be fully dressed and well, you look gorgeous, even better than what I remembered, if it makes you feel any better.

You scoffed at him and shook your head

"Gorgeous? You said I looked rough this morning, Jack… you don't have to pity me. Besides, don't forget you're older than me and with the way you drink, you can start kissing your pretty face goodbye real soon, so you will definitely look rougher than me" you spat at him, not caring if that was pretty at all. You caught a hint of hurt in his eyes and that made you feel really proud even if it shouldn't have, but he immediately shook his head and stared at you.

"I deserved that" he chuckled dryly "but I didn't mean that, and I also didn't mean anything bad I told you before… I am a dick I know, but I knew you hated my guts after I made you leave and I thought to myself it would be easier for me if I just pushed you away, you hate me Y/N and you got all the right to do so, and I thought it would be less painful if I forced myself to believe I hated you too, maybe if I tried hard enough, I'd stop loving you and it would be easier to handle your rejection" he said feeling ashamed and looked down.

You sat in the other armchair, the towel covering your body as you listened to his words

"You don't look rough at all, you're as gorgeous as you were the day you walked out of my life, Y/N, you're not a bitch, and I won't get any lawyers, I promise you" he said with a small voice "I've been hurting you so you hate me more, because I will never be worthy of your love again, I lost you, but I don't wanna lose my kid, Y/N, please" he said honestly and watched as you just had a hard expression on your face

"You know Jack, the first time I saw you, I was already head over heels, you were on a mission and I had no idea, but I saw you approaching that woman and throwing your charm and she refused you. It was kind of funny, but all I could think of was that if it were me, it would've worked, you would have me wrapped around your finger…" you said "and only at the end of the night you saw me… and then when we started dating, I found out you'd been married before, and that's the problem with you, I'm always your second option, and I will always be" you shrugged "it hurts… to know I'm not the woman that's on your mind, that whenever we do something special to know you are thinking of how much you'd like to do with her instead… I don't want my son to grow up knowing he is only here because you couldn't have your first option… I don't want him to feel he has to compete with a ghost, because that's how I felt… that's even how I feel Jack, because do you even hear yourself? You would never do this to your wife…. You would never try to push her away by being cruel like you are, if it were her, you would get on your knees and beg for her forgiveness" you said and got up walking to his bed and getting your clothes. You didn't want to talk to him anymore, you were tired of being that hurt, as you tried leaving, he got up and held you by your wrist, firmly, making it clear you were only leaving that place when he wanted you to

"The reason why I wanted you and my son back in my life, is because I was shot on my last mission. I tried sabotaging the mission, but the other agent got suspicious and shot me. They took me back to Statesman and Ginger fixed me right, but she still needed to trigger my memory, so she showed me a picture of my wife, God bless her soul, and nothing happened" he licked his lips and stared into your eyes "so Ginger decided to show me a picture of you and Wyatt, and that was when everything came back all at once. Us, our relationship, our life here on the ranch. I was able to relive my memories once more, and when I got back to my senses, Champ forced me into therapy, and you know what the therapist concluded?" Your jaw dropped the moment you saw Jack had tears in his eyes, you had never seen him show that kind of emotion, he was really good at controlling his feelings and he didn't show that kind of vulnerability in front of anyone. You realized he'd asked you a question and as you swallowed hard, you shook your head, answering him.

"The therapist said I replaced one grief with another; I finally let my first wife and son rest in peace and I was grieving the loss of you and Wyatt, because I couldn't handle the guilt of making you two go away, but he reminded me you two were very much alive and I didn't want to waste any more time, I just knew I wanted my family back, and that's why I beg you for a second chance, sugar"

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A/N: besties, I hope you have liked this chapter and let me know your thoughts, does this cowboy deserve a second chance?

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gerryrigged · 5 months

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dicktim - La Beau Au Bois Dormant

idea gripping my tired brain by the throat about Tim being struck by some kind of sleeping beauty poison or spell and falling comatose.

Except the solution is not True Love's Kiss but sending someone inside his soul to battle the dragon that will manifest from his inner demons to keep him imprisoned, forever.

The highest chance for success necessitates sending in the one person that the sleeper trusts most - often their love, hence the poison/spell's reputation, but not always.

And almost everyone immediately turns to Dick, like in you go, Nightwing, what are you waiting for.

Which Dick. Doesn't know how to react to, because. God he would give anything to be that person for Tim again. But he knows that he broke something between them when he stripped away Robin.

They've moved past it, they're...fine. But Dick knows. It's not the same. They aren't the same.

He can't help Tim with this. Tim probably wouldn't even want him to try. And that kills him, but he won't sabotage Tim's only shot to wake up because of his own desperate wish to still be the one Tim turns to first. His north star.

There's a ticking-clock time limit before Tim won't be able to wake up at all. They don't have any time to lose.

He looks away from everyone's expectant, demanding stares.

"Call Superboy," he says, voice scraped raw from his throat. "Or Kid Flash. They'll get here in time."

He can't stand the disappointment on Bruce's face. It makes helpless anger boil hot and toxic in his belly. Bruce wasn't here for everything that happened. He doesn't know.

(Dick's never told him. How badly he fucked up.)

"Wait, not his boyfriend?'" Steph says, raised eyebrows and gesticulating at nowhere in particular and Dick's churning thoughts sputter and die into frozen blankness. Boyfriend?

Babs shakes her head on the Batcomputer's view screen.

"They're not at that level of trust yet. They haven't even been dating that long, Tim definitely hasn't told him about - " she twirls a finger, indicating all of them. Red Robin on the medical bed, cowl pushed down and cape pooled around him. The Cave, vaulting overhead. " - all of this. And he won't thank us for doing it for him."

Tim...has a boyfriend?

Wow. His little brother used to always want his advice on love. Life. Everything. If he doesn't trust Dick enough anymore to tell him even that much... Well. It just proves definitively that Dick isn't the right person for this job.

(It hurts like Dick's vital organs are being crushed in a massive fist.)

"Time is ticking," Jason Blood says quietly, looking down at the open face of his pocket watch. At his feet, a circle of lit candles awaits someone to sit down inside and sink into an enchanted meditation.

"Father, clearly it should be you," Damian says, tapping his foot rapidly. His arms are crossed tightly under his cape in a way that he probably means to come across as scornful, rather than apprehensive. "Or Pennyworth, even."

Bruce shakes his head, troubled. "No. I don't think so. Cassie...?"

"No," Cass responds calmly. "Not me." She seems untroubled by her own denial, even though she and Tim have been thick as thieves ever since she returned to Gotham.

She's looking at Dick. She hasn't looked away from Dick this whole time, or let go of Tim's hand, folded in hers protectively, over his heart.

"It's still you, big brother," she says. Gentle and direct and devastating. "Go. Bring him back."

Not so long ago, Tim trusted Dick to catch him when he fell.

Or, he was depressed and passively suicidal and telling Dick what he wanted to hear. Maybe he even believed it, after the fact.

In the end, it doesn't matter. He's Dick's brother. Dick will always, always be there to catch him, whether Tim trusts him to or not.

Dick goes.

He faces Tim, sinks into lotus inside the ring of flickering little flames, and closes his eyes, heart in his throat.

He opens his eyes. A vast, jagged bramble forest looms dark above him. Far in the distance, he can just make out a spindly tower piercing the sky, a flickering little light shining at the top.

He hacks his way through the biting brambles of Tim's resentments, leaving blood and sorrows dripping from the thorns in his wake.

He fights the sly, sinuous dragon of Tim's despair, singing with every breath that he can spare, so that Tim might hear him and know he's not alone.

He wishes he could remember happy songs, bright and lively songs - wishes he could be the light in the darkness that Tim deserves, that he looked up to and chased after and for some reason tried to model himself upon, even when he was already so very bright himself.

But any song is better than none to pierce the lonely vault of silence, so he sings of pain, of loss, of faith and faithlessness. Of holding on past the point of breaking. He sings of two hands open and outstretched, waiting to be clasped and held.

When his voice falters, when adamant scales break his sword and claws shatter his shield, he throws himself at the winged serpent, letting it coil about him and grappling it in turn. Fangs strike at him again and again, piercing flesh and armor both, before he winds his arms around its jaws and holds them shut.

It hisses through clenched teeth about failures, his and Tim's both. He holds its jaws shut, and sings of two ships tossed in a maelstrom, anchored to each other, weathering the storm.

It hisses, venom dripping from its furious curled lips, about abandonment and betrayal. He holds its jaws shut, and sings about two robins, flying with an olive branch held aloft between them.

It hisses to him of ice unending, frozen hearts, shattered trust. He holds its jaws shut, and sings about the steady radiating warmth of a hearth, of a hug, of a new dawn. Of new beginnings.

He rests his forehead on the dragon's growling snout, and sings, "Come home with me. Come home to me. Tim, I love you. Tim, Tim, Tim."

The beast shudders and shivers. And starts to break apart.

The crumbling wings buffet and beat at Dick even as they begin to crack and collapse. Dick lowers his head and holds on tighter.

The massive coiled tail squeezes around Dick convulsively, thrashing and withering. Dick's ribs crack, but he holds on tighter.

Scales etched with Tim's regrets flake off and fall away, like a tree shedding razor edged leaves in autumn. Dick closes his eyes as they kiss and cut his already tattered skin, but just holds on tighter.

Eventually, the violent disintegration comes to an end, and all goes still and quiet.

Save for a familiar shape shaking and weeping in Dick's arms.

Dick opens his eyes, blinking away sweat and blood just to be sure. But yes. It's him. Blue eyes reddened with tears, staring in horror at the ragged torn-up mess of his older brother, come to rescue him.

"Tim," Dick sighs, bones papier-mâché from relief. And exhaustion. "Timmy. Thank god."

"Dick," Tim cries out, gripping him tightly in distress. He lets go immediately at Dick's wince, and tries to pull away. "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry, I'm - your wounds, we have to - "

Dick doesn't let him move an inch. "Shhhhhh," he breathes. "It's a dream, don't worry about it." Tim wriggles in protest at first, determinedly attempting to staunch some of the heavier bleeding, but Dick just holds him tighter. "Please, Timmy," he begs. "Please. Just let me."

Tim's breath hitches, then he wraps his arms around Dick just as hard as Dick is squeezing him, strong and anchoring. Dick's own breath shudders on the edge of a whine, and he buries his nose in Tim's hair.

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"Missed you," he whispers hoarsely, several minutes later.

Tim lifts his face from where he's been leaking a silent wet spot into Dick's collarbone.

"Missed you, too," he whispers back, as if they're sharing secrets and might be overheard.

Then Tim hesitates, before setting his mouth firmly. He meets Dick's gaze, and there's a fierce light in his still reddened eyes that transfixes Dick. He almost lost this. He almost lost Tim - so many times, more than he probably even knows about. He never wants to look away.

"And I love you, too, you know. That's never changed. It never will change." His brow is furrowed intently, gaze searching Dick's, like he can find and burn away any hint of doubt or disbelief.

"I know," Dick murmurs, warm down to his battered toes. Tim's alive. Tim's going to wake up, and keep living. Tim loves him, and forgives him, and still trusts him more than anyone else. "I do know. I - "

He releases one arm from its death grip, because he can no longer resist the urge to cup Tim's face, stroke a thumb across his cheek. Tim closes his eyes briefly as he covers Dick's hand with his, leaning into it, brows still drawn together. Like he's in pain, even though all the dings and scratches are on Dick, not him.

Dick's heart seizes.

He dips down, to the impossibly inviting bow of Tim's mouth, and kisses him. At Tim's small, quiet gasp, he gentles further, catching Tim's lips, pulling the full lower curve between his own in a soft tug. To his delight, Tim follows him, chasing his mouth, and they share the sweet cling and press, back and forth.

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Dick's wounds are somehow all still present upon waking. Magic, ugh, such a pain. The resulting frenzy of medical attention and getting bundled into another bed - too far away from Tim - like he's one foot through death's door isn't exactly fun, either.

(But still. Well worth it, for that first moment Tim's eyes flutter open and hazily lock on his. The world can keep spinning, now that Dick knows Tim is safe.)

As it turns out, Tim's recollection of what happened inside his own soul is equally hazy.

He remembers enough to melt bonelessly into Dick's chest when Dick sneaks over to share his bed, which dissolves the hard knot of worried tension in Dick's chest that he wouldn't remember anything, that he'd be back to subtle distance and awkward texts and not even feeling comfortable enough to share that he likes men, and Dick. Isn't sure he could have handled that.

So he ignores his aching ribs and multiple lacerations and puncture wounds and curls around Tim with his whole body, warmth and gratitude suffusing every aching muscle.

Tim...doesn't seem to remember the kiss. Which. Is a shame.

But Dick remembers it. Every moment is burned into him like the most intimate pyrography. That will have to be enough, until he can make it happen again.

(Tim's boyfriend doesn't stand a chance.)

#dicktim #gerryrigged #gerry words #the spindly tower was a lie #this poison/spell is SUPER mean #anyway I started jotting this at like 11 pm #thinking lol I will scribble three sketchy paragraphs max and then I MUST to bed #it is now #almost morning hghkldjkfls #gripped by the NO MUST GET A WHOLE DRAFT DOWN demon whole-ass #why do I do this to myself gdit I was ALREADY tired #ohhhh this is going to need serious editing if I ever turn back to it hghkljdkf #anyway if you noticed that technically Tim waking up DID happen after TLK #then hee hee :3 we are clink-clinking our wine glasses in commiseration

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l1tw1ck · 1 year

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Album: Aether

Bottom!FTM Aether x Top!Masc!Pervert Reader

{Request} | AFAB language used

Contains: Consensual Somnophilia, Cameras, Dirty Talk, Fingering, Slight Voice Kink, Rough Sex, Overstimulation, Hair Pulling

Words: 1,562

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Since you went to bed early, Aether gets the idea to look through the photos you've taken of him. The two of you share your passwords so Aether doesn't feel any guilt when he goes to your camera roll.

Aether opens up the 'Aether' album and is greeted with three sub folders. 'Cute', 'Sleeping', and 'Hot'.

Aether looks through the 'Cute' folder and finds nothing weird so they go to the next. At first it's just pictures of Aether sleeping peacefully and then it escalates.

His eyes widen when he sees a photo of your thumb in his mouth, the next one is a video. A video of you fucking his mouth with your fingers. Aether raises the volume a few levels and hears your groaning over the sounds of his mouth being violated.

Despite how wrong it is, Aether gets wet from the video. Nothing was off limits between the two of you, except for sex. Even though Aether put almost everything on the table you don't touch him much, at least not when he's awake. You didn't want to scare him off with how perverted you are.

They go to the next video. It shows their legs spread apart and a damp spot in the pink panties you bought them.

"Look how wet you are for me.." You mumble. "Fuck you make me so horny, Aether."

The next video was taken with some sort of device, allowing you to record without using your hands. Those were occupied with gripping his thighs as you rubbed your dick across his clothed cunt.

His shirt is pulled all the way up so that when you come, you come all over his bare stomach. Aether bites their lip and traces their hand across their abdomen, knowing that your cum was there in the past. And probably multiple other times they were unaware of.

"Fuck.." Aether curses under their breath.

They wonder if they should send some of these videos to themself and turn them into an audio file and use them to masturbate when you're gone. The words you say in some of them are just too hot to forget.

"Look at you, so pliant for me."

"Do you even know how much of a slut you are in your sleep?"

"So beautiful."

"You look so innocent, I just want to defile you."

"I wish I could fuck your throat, Aether."

"You would look so cute with my cum dribbling down your chin."

Maybe he'll ask you to record something special...

The last album is full of panty shots and some pictures of his chest that Aether knew you took. You didn't engage too much in anything sexual with him but you never hid your love for the small mounds on his chest.

From sucking to pulling to biting, you do everything possible to his puffy pink nipples. You always took pictures after you finished making a mess of his tits.

Aether has been ready for the next step for a few days now, waiting for the perfect time for you to take his virginity but he doesn't want to wake you. You had a long day and deserve this rest so instead he climbs into bed and rests his head on your chest.

Aether listens to your heavy breathing while touching themself, thinking about what you would do if you knew what they're doing right now.

Would you tease or mock them? Call them a horny slut?

Or maybe because you're even more perverted than they are, you would help him out. Replace his fingers with yours and roughly finger fuck him until he comes. Maybe you'd keep going and overstimulate them, whispering dirty words into their ear as you bring them to another orgasm.

Aether covers their mouth and moans. They need you inside them, so badly. They finger themself more roughly to emulate how he thinks you would do it.

Aether's toes curl as they come, wishing it was your fingers that did this.

They take a quick shower and come back to sleep with you.

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The next morning, Aether decides to talk to you about the album.

"I saw the album you have of me." Aether says abruptly, looking down at the liquid in his mug.

You pause. "Oh." You were going to put a password on the album so this didn't happen.

Aether turns to you, very flushed. "I...I liked it."

"Oh." You smirk. "You liked it? I didn't know you were a pervert too."

Aether bites his lip. "I want to...to..." He stutters. "I'm ready.."

You immediately stand up and pick your boyfriend up, taking him into your room and dropping him onto the bed.

You take your time stripping him, slowly pulling off each article of clothing and taking in his beauty. "You're so soft, Ae." You say, groping his chest lovingly.

Aether feels like a god in the presence of one if it's most dedicated angels under your gaze, you look at him like he's the most beautiful person in the world.

Your hand moves down to his sex and your gaze changes to a perverted one. "Shit, you're so fucking wet."

Aether moans, feeling hot under you with you looking at him like that. He can almost feel all the dirty and disgusting thoughts you have in your mind.

"What did you do after you saw everything?" You ask, slowly slipping two fingers inside him.

Aether turns a soft pink. "I went into bed next to you and...I fingered myself."

Your breath hitches. "Yeah? Slow? Fast?"

"Fast, and rough. I wanted you to do it.."

"Shit. Wake me up next time, or even just use me however you want. Gods, I'd love to wake up with my fingers plunged deep into you." You groan, slowly finger fucking him and increasing your pace bit by bit. "And see your cute little face when you get caught, no, I'd love to see your face while you're doing it. Can you show me sometime, baby? Take a video for me?"

Aether nods, barely able to speak from the pleasure.

"You're so cute.."

"Gon- gonna c- c-" Aether arches their back, eyes blown wide, and comes.

"I can't wait to feel you around my cock.." You slowly pull your fingers out and suck up his fluids. "Can I fuck you raw?"

Thankfully Aether nods, you didn't have any condoms. "Please. Want you to come inside me.."

You bury your head in his shoulder, breathing deeply with an incredibly hard cock trapped in your underwear. "Can I be rough?"

"Whatever you want, (Name)." They reply softly.

You bite his neck, nibbling on his flesh while you quickly pull yourself out of your clothes. "You don't know what you just got yourself into, Ae."

You slowly ease into them, taking in how they feel. "You feel even better around my cock." You hiss while easing further in. "Warm, wet, and tight. Fuck.."

Aether looks down and watches you enter him, a bump forming in his stomach showing how deep and big you are. He moans your name traces the bulge with his finger.

"Oh Gods, I'm so deep inside you, Aether." You bite your lip. "I'm not even fully inside, just how small are you? Makes me wanna break you.."

"Break me, please." Aether tightens around you. "Make it hurt."

You make an animalistic sound of arousal and shove your length fully inside him, his adorable gasp and shocked expression only encourages you more to fuck him until he almost shatters into glass.

You grip his hips and start fucking into him at a rough pace, not even giving him a second to adjust. Just how he wanted it. Their chest bounces with each thrust, the view almost too captivating to tear away from.

Aether breaks out into loud moans, blessing your ears with his verbal displays of pleasure. "Ha- harder~!"

You lift his hips up and drill into him deeper, making his eyes roll to the back of his head. "You really are a whore, Aether."

They smile stupidly in response. "Gon- gonn- uh~ come~!" They're face grows warmer as you bring them to an orgasm.

You lower his hips and lean in to kiss him, still fucking him roughly. "You're squeezing me~"

Drool dribbles down their chin and their face stays a soft shade of red. "So~ good~!"

You pull away and position them into doggystyle. You dig your nails into his hip and use your other hand to grab his braid. You notice that you left a bruise on his hip, the sight making you go feral.

Aether cries out in both pleasure and pain when you pull on their hair, bringing their head back and causing more drool to drip down onto the bed.

Their words become incomprehensible, not one thing they say, or moan, makes sense. A clear sign of overstimulation.

"Fuck- Aether-" You groan as your thrusts become uneven. "Gonna come and fill you up so fucking good."

Excited noises erupt from their drool ridden mouth, words that sound almost like he's begging or telling you to come inside him.

Your thrusts slow down and with one pull of their braid, you bury yourself deep inside and fill their wet insides with your spend.

You take a moment to breathe, still rock hard inside of them. "One more time?"

Aether nods quickly.

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chiffiorra · 7 months

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₊❏❜ ⋮ Never Good to Play with Sharp Objects

Kinktober Day #14

Prompt: Knife Play Character: Shuji Hanma This Fic Contains: fem!reader, knife play, a bit of fear play involved, mild cnc roleplay, unprotected sex, reader is shorter than hanma because c'mon... look at him WC: 726 Note: will i ever stop going crazy for this man? no. will i ever stop indulging a bit? probably no too. also dedicated to @chaoticmoonave for finally joining the hanma simp club after a year of denial huehuehue Taglist: @enchantedforest-network, @fuyuswifey, @alberichness-main, @chaoticmoonave, @kenuis, @awkwardchick87, @awkwardaardvarkforever, @stygianoir

All you could do was run, all you thought about was running. All you wanted to do was run as far away from him as possible.

But with every second and every footstep that followed after yours, you knew it was going to be futile in the end. You didn't want to give up so soon, but your lungs burned and ached as they begged you to stop and rest somewhere.

"Baby~," you heard a voice call out, so close but so far away at the same time. Your heart began to beat wildly as you tried to speed up and get away from the voice that only seemed to gain up on you.

All the running you had done would be all for naught as you felt someone grab you and hold you against their body. It was him, he had finally caught up with you.

"Well, well, well~, look what we have here," he began. "A little lost rabbit tried so hard to leave me, now how did that work out? Hm?" He asked, his tongue licking up your ear. You could only shiver in response.

Before he could speak again, you elbowed him in the side, causing him to let out a grunt but that only made him hold onto you tighter before you could even run again. It didn't take too long for him to pin you down into the ground.

Staring up at him in fear, you couldn't help but feel afraid as he loomed over you with his signature wide smile. This time, it seemed… unhinged.

"You're scared, aren't you?" And with that, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pocket knife. He snickered when he saw your eyes widened.

"Please… please don't-," you began.

"Oh this? I'm not gonna hurt you, babe. Just do this instead," and with that, he tore down your shirt, revealing your bra and stomach. He didn't waste any more time cutting up your bra too.

"Ah, what a beautiful sight, don't you agree?" He asked, lowering the knife to circle around your stomach. Thankfully he left no cuts but there were some light scratches. You held your breath, the anticipation began to gnaw at you from the inside at what he was planning on doing.

"No longer resisting, huh? You like this, don't you?" His smile almost seemed unnaturally wide at this point.

The knife begins to trace at your neck, and your breath hitches. But what brought some small relief was how careful he was this time… at least until he brought the knife up to your lips.

"Now go on, lick it for me, will you?" He said, looking down at you expectedly.

You followed his directions, being careful to not cut your tongue. He then placed the knife down to pull your bottoms and panties down your legs to reveal what you tried to hide from him. He almost laughed at the sight.

"And to think that you were 'scared', now I see that was a front and you really wanted this," he murmured, thumbing at your clit. Your mouth dropped open when you finally felt some relief.

Hanma on the other hand, wasted no time in pulling down his pants, excited to finally have you. You whimpered when he rubbed the head of his dick against your clit, using your slick to lube himself up. You closed your eyes and let out a soft moan at the pleasure, you didn't even hear him pick up the knife again.

You froze when you felt the tip of the knife circle around a breast slowly but surely, but yet, you loved it.

"Heh… I knew this was a good idea," he said, moving the knife away from you, but he pushed his larger body forward and used his free hand to hold your leg down as he pushed his way in. You didn't miss the groan he let out as he felt you sucking him in.

Hanma couldn't wait to bring up this idea again one day. He would muse this thought to himself as he began to immediately move at a fast pace, eager to have you cum all over him. And when noticed the lewd expression you were making as he fucked you hard and fast, he knew that you were down for something like this next time.

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mrsparrasblog · 28 days

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EDDIE WELLS X READER

The idea came from TikTok, and since no one had written a fic about him before, I thought I needed to start it because I'm feral for that man!

It was ages ago since you were last seen in Chaderville, and you desperately wanted it to stay this way, as deep were your old wounds. The funeral of your older sister finally brought you back to the place you left after your graduation.

Manchester was nice; it was forgiving, crowded, and, most importantly, he wasn’t anywhere near. How could you have been so stupid? You asked yourself once again. Of course, he wouldn’t go with you to Manchester, even though he promised you. But deep inside, you knew he wouldn’t leave this shithole of a place. He probably started a family on his own with that cunt he slept with while you were on a break with him.

"I want another pint, please." You took the pint from the barkeeper and shoved it down, trying to forget the haunting memories.

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"Eddie, please," you whined as he picked you up and jumped with you into the lake without any clothes on.

You screamed as if you were being murdered as the cold water hit your skin, making you shiver and cling to his body as if it were the safest place on earth. His erection pressed against the soft flesh of your stomach. "If you wanted to fuck me, you could have just said so," you chuckled.

"Where's the fun in it, darling?" He smirked and wrapped your legs around his hips, slowly thrusting inside of you in the dark of the moonlight.

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"Don't worry, luv', it doesn’t sting that much," he said as he held your hand. You got your first tattoo while he already had around 12, and now you were getting his name tattooed on your thigh, near the place where he belonged.

He got your name tattooed the same day on his V muscle. "Now every cunt will know you’re mine, Eddie."

"Don't even think of sleeping with another girl."

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Lies just lie. He left you, and to this day, you never knew why. Maybe he just wanted to live this fucked-up life in this small town. You drank another pint, ignoring the glances of the men in the corner, eyeing your body up and down. You knew you were beautiful and never had problems finding a man to share a night with. And your inside wasn’t bad either; you were the best thing in this fucking town, and Eddie could suck your imaginary dick for leaving you.

You suddenly felt a strong grip around your shoulder, the hand warm and comfortable, massaging your firm shoulders for a second before you heard his voice. "Hi, Darling." His voice was rough and hoarse, and it was so addicting to you—better than any cigarette for your brain. Of course, you knew whose voice it belonged to; it was the same voice that whispered in your ears all over again how much he loved, cherished, and desired you.

You turned around just to make sure, and there he was, just in an older but unfortunately much hotter version than you remembered him to be. He smelled like cigars and vanilla; his eyes were still the prettiest shade of blue you ever saw in your life. He still had his weird hairstyle, like in high school, but you grew fond of it, especially when you pulled it while he ate you out like a starved man. Concentrate; you’re mad at this man.

"Hello, Eddie," you said coldly.

"Did you miss me, darling?" Fuck his voice; it always did things to you, and he knew it. Of course, he did, that shit bastard.

"You look like shit, Eddie," you said, pointing to the scars on his face.

"Feel even worse than I look."

"I can't imagine it."

"Got feisty over the years, darling," he replied bluntly, chuckling.

"You look like you would need that beer even more than I do."

"You think so, luv'?"

"Yes," you chuckled as you gave him your beer. "I see you have a beer tattoo now."

"Got a few new tattoos, like to see?" He smirked.

"That's not the thing I'd like to know, and you know that, Eddie."

"So, Manchester?"

"Yes, Manchester. Why didn’t you come with me? You promised me." The hurt in your voice was evident; small tears escaped your eyes.

"Look, luv', I had my bags already packed, bought a ring and everything, went outside of the door, and then she came, telling me I knocked her up when we were on that break. Look, I needed to be a good dad, better than my old man, and I regret leaving you. I still have that ring with me, but I never regret my beautiful kids, even when they hate me," he said. You wanted to be mad at him, but you couldn't; you understood it. He always wanted to be a dad.

"I see," you only managed to say before taking out your card and trying to leave.

"At least let me walk you home; it's dangerous alone."

You agreed, and you walked back to your old childhood home; it was again like it used to be, him and you.

A car passed by, and a man screamed out of it, calling Eddie a fucking monster and saying that he should finally kill himself.

"What was that about?" you asked him, curious.

"I don't want you to look at me like everyone here does, darling. It was nice having someone to talk with me."

"What do you mean, Eddie?"

"I was in prison."

"I know."

"You know? Then why are you surprised?"

"Well, it's clear that you didn’t do it," you said between a puff of the cigarette you stole from his lips, like always.

"You don’t believe I did it; you don’t think I'm a monster."

"You are an incredible bastard, but you are and were never a monster, love."

As he heard you calling him this, all the hidden feelings, all the passion, and all the regrets of leaving the love of his life came back, and he cupped your cheeks, pulled you closer to his height, and kissed you like a starved man. His lips were soft at first, but then he demanded, trying to make up all the time you had lost. Your hands instinctively went to his hair, pulling it like you used to do.

„Fuck Darling wanted this so long,“ he breathed out between your passionate kisses. You almost ran to your childhood home, with him opening the door and stumbling against the staircase.

„One day you’re here and you already sleeping with Eddie Wells again!“ your mother shouted. Both of you just ignored her and went down to your old room like you were used to.

Both of you giggled and stumbled into the room, his rough lips never leaving yours. his hands finding their way to your hips. He deepens the kiss, moaning softly against your lips. „Fuck, I've missed this.“ He breaks the kiss, breathing heavily as he looks into your captivating eyes.

„I missed it more," Eddie smirks, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

„Well, lucky for you, I'm here now.“ He trails his fingers down your neck and across your chest, teasingly skimming the edge of your bra before sliding underneath it.

"Oh, you missed them too?“ You asked with a mischievous grin.

Eddie chuckles, his eyes never leaving your breasts. „Of course I did. You have the most beautiful tits in all of England.“ He slips down your bra and takes one of the nipples into his mouth, gently sucking and teasing as he circles his tongue around the sensitive nipple.

„only England?“

Eddie laughs, kissing your neck and nipple before sliding off your bed and standing before you. “Well, I haven't been to France or Italy yet, so maybe they have something to offer too.“

„Asshole,“ you chuckled loudly, pulling on his hair with love like you used to do back in the day.

Eddie groans, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as you pull on his hair. „Oh fuck, you're killing me. He takes your hand and places it between his legs, guiding it to his hard cock. It felt like you remembered it hard and intimating, „Touch me, love.“

"Mhm, so eager for me already.“

Eddie grinds his hips against your hand, moaning softly, „I've missed this so much. The feel of your hand on my cock, the taste of your lips... You drive me crazy, you know that?“

You got down on your knees, unbuttoning his pants; his erection sprung out, and you slowly started to lick his precum.

Eddie’s hips jerk forward, his cock sliding against your tongue as you lap up the precum "Oh fuck, that feels so good.“ He groans and runs his fingers through your hair, encouraging you to take more of him into your willing mouth.

You took all of him in your mouth, Inch after Inch was almost gagging and tearing up at his imposing length.

Eddie’s moans intensify as you take him deeper into your mouth, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. "Fuck yes, darling. You always were a good cocksucker.“ He pushes his hips forward, forcing himself even further into your throat. You continue to suck hard on him, squeezing his full balls.

“Oh fuck, yes!“ He closes his eyes, arching his back as he feels your lips tighten around his cock and the gentle squeeze of your hand around his testicles. "Don’t stop, my darling. Never stop.“ He begged you.

Eddie's hips begin to buck, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth in time with your bobbing head. His precum is thick and salty, mixing with the slickness of your tongue as you take him deeper into your throat.

He grits his teeth, the feeling of your warm mouth around him nearly driving him insane: "Don't stop, sweetheart. Fuck, fuck me like that.“ You squeezed his balls. Harder and moved faster.

Eddie cries out, his hips jerking violently as he reaches his peak:"Oh God, Oh fuck. Darling“ He shoots a hot stream of cum into your mouth, filling it to the brim as you continue to suck eagerly.

Eddie’s body trembles, his cock softening in your mouth as he rides out the waves of pleasure. "Darling, that was incredible. You always know how to make me cum so hard.“

"Always knew and will never forget.“ How could you forget he was always going to be your first in everything. A small feeling of satisfaction came across your smile. No one could take this; you were his first love.

Eddie smiles, his eyes twinkling with amusement and appreciation. "I'm glad to hear that, my dear. Now, why don't you come here and sit on my lap? I think it's time for a little reward for such an excellent job.“

Eddie wraps his arms around you, pulling you tight against his chest. "There you go, that's my girl. So tell me, darling, what do you really want? Anything, everything... it's yours for the asking.“ He looked at you with his gorgeous blue eyes, his voice filled thick with desire.

"I missed your tongue on my cunt; no one licked me as you did, love.“

Eddie smirks, his hands sliding down to cup your ass cheeks. „Stand up and lift your skirt for me, darling.“ He commanded you, and of course, you obliged, removing your skirt so you were only in your underwear now, your tits still hanging out of your cup, and the nipple still hard from the earlier treatment.

Eddie's eyes darken with lust as he takes in the sight of you. You were still the most gorgeous woman in his eyes after all this time. „Fuck… you're still so beautiful. Get on your back, darling. I want to taste you just like you tasted me.“

still as beautiful as I was when we were young?“ You asked a bit insecurely; you weren’t the same woman he left behind as you grew older, but his glance was still the same. When other men told you you were the most beautiful girl in the world, you wouldn’t have believed them, but his eyes didn’t lie when they looked at you.

Eddie chuckles softly, his hands moving to gently guide you down onto the bed. „Yes, just as beautiful. Now, lie back and spread your legs for me. I want to see every inch of that gorgeous cunt.“

You lay down, spreading your legs. Your thong was already soaking wet, showing the outline of your pussy lips.

His gaze locks onto the tattoo of his name, a surge of possessiveness coursing through him. „Oh fuck... I love seeing my name on you. It reminds me of how much you belong to me—that every man who sees that gorgeous cunt of yours knows that you’re mine.“

„I still love my name tattooed above your dick." You were his as much as he was yours; the tattoos on your skin were the only evidence of it. Eddie traces the outline of your name before moving to gently lick at the entrance to your pleading mound.

"Mhm, fuck Eddie,“ you moaned as he pushed his tongue further inside your wet cunt, licking and sucking on your clit while thrusting two of his long fingers inside your sweet spot.

"That's right, darling. Let me taste you. You're so fucking wet and delicious.“

"Oh, god, Eddie.“

Eddie's fingers move in and out of you, curling to hit just the right spots as he continues to lap at your nub with his tongue.“You like that, don't you? My fingers inside you and my tongue on your sweet little button?“ He asked, using his voice again. Of course, he knew how much the sound of his voice, his dirty talk, and everything else kept you going.

"I love it,“ you admitted to him.

With a deep groan, Eddie pushes both fingers deeper inside you while increasing the pace of his tongue on your clit „That's it. Let me feel you cum for me. I want to taste your sweet nectar.“

"Mhm, Eddie, please," you whine as he presses his face down into your soaking mound.

Of course, he doesn't relent, his fingers pumping faster and harder as he continues to lap at your clit with his tongue, eating you out like the starved man he was. You wondered how long he didn’t have a soft body beneath him. „You’re so fucking close, darling. I can taste it. Let go and cum for me.“

You finally reached your peak, and it was the most intense you had in ages. He really dragged you out in the best way possible.

He sucks on your clit one last time, drawing out every last drop of your delicious cum before pulling his face away. „Mmm... that was fucking delicious. I love the way you taste.“

"missed it?“ You asked cheekily, and you already knew the answer from how he licked his lips clean.

He grins at you, his eyes darkening with desire. „Oh, I've missed a lot more than that, darling. But for now, why don't you climb on top of me and show me just how much you missed me inside?“ You climbed on top of him, positioning your entrance above him. You thought you didn’t need lube since you were wet like a waterfall.

"Mhm, fuck Eddie You are too big.“

Eddie chuckles, guiding his thick cock to the entrance of your cunt. Oh, I know I am. But trust me, you'll adjust again. Now, take me inside you and ride me like you've been craving it.“

Eddie's hands grip your hips tightly, helping you adjust to his size as you slowly pushed your hips further down till his balls sloped against your beautiful ass. "Fuck, you're so tight. I love feeling you wrapped around me. Ride me harder, darling. Show me how much you've missed my cock inside you.“ God, you really missed it. Not even your satisfier could make you cum like he did.

"Oh god, Eddie," you moaned as you began to ride him. With each thrust, Eddie's cock pierces deeper into your pussy, hitting that perfect spot inside you as you begin to ride him. He grips your hair, pulling gently as he angles his hips to match the rhythm of your movements.

Your round titts bounced. Up and down as you rode him, his eyes never stopped looking at your bouncing tits, the sight driving him wild. "You look so fucking sexy riding me like this. I'm going to cum so hard in that tight pussy of yours.“

"Please, Eddie, don't leave me again, “you said in the vulnerable moment before hitting your orgasm. You wanted this to be real.

Eddie grips your hips tightly, driving into you harder and faster as he nears his climax. "I won't leave you again, darling, I promise. Just hold on. I'm going to fill that beautiful pussy of yours with my cum.“

"I still love you, Eddie“This is how pathetic you were, you thought, admitting to your high school boyfriend that you still love him.

Eddie groans, his powerful body bucking beneath you as he unleashes his warm, sticky seed inside you, filling you up with his love. „God, that feels incredible. I love you too, darling." He loved you too, after all this time.

You fall down on his broad, hairy chest, cuddling against him, and Eddie wraps his arms around you, pulling you close as he catches his breath. He kisses the top of your head gently, relishing the warmth of your body against his.

He pulled a cigarette out of his jacket on the nightstand and lit it, sharing it like usual with you.

#drabble #smut #barry sloane #eddie wells #the passenger #passenger #captain price mw2 #cod #emo

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“I can see the sun light up the sky.” — Option B2.1: Yellow Topaz

[Make sure to please read Chapter 25 of Red Lights first, before you continue.]

It’s been about a week since Red Lights ended. You haven’t done much since then except for contacting a bunch of law firms and wearing the yellow topaz necklace you bought. You’ve done your best to not spend too much time with anyone from the show—which worked semi-good for Hyunjin and you.

However, there is someone that hasn’t left your mind since then. Maybe, he even was one of the reasons why you quit in the first place. Both because he encouraged you to search for a lawyer but also because you realised you should have given him more chances.

Unfortunately, you don’t have any of Felix’s contact details. The only person you could ask is Jisung but this would be weird on so many levels, right?

So, as pathetic as you are, you created an account again on that stupid dating website, hoping to find the boy with the freckles there.

On the first day, you get bombarded with dick pics from disgusting guys. On the second day, you are close to giving up. But on the third day, you finally see Felix’s profile. You check approximately two hundred times that you swipe to the right direction, now patiently waiting for him to match and message you.

Some hours pass by, you’re already becoming hopeless, until you receive a text from Mr sunshine personified.

[Felix 17:29]: lol what are you doin here?

You get that he must be surprised to see you here. However, this doesn’t hold you back from replying.

[You 17:31]: looking for you perhaps

You wish you could see his face right now, although you probably wouldn’t get anything but a scoff from him in this situation.

[Felix 17:32]: stop messing with me

[You 17:33]: I am not. I’m just a coward who didn’t know how to approach you instead and it was a little too embarrassing to ask Jisung for your number

You’re getting a little nervous, wondering if it’s weird to text him like this—or at all. It definitely is. But you wanted to be bold this time.

[Felix 17:33]: did he tell you about him and I?

[You 17:33]: Yeah but no issue with that sunshine

[You 17:34]: so can I take you on a date?

He blushes once when reading the nickname. He blushes again when he sees the second message.

[Felix 17:36]: what about the winner of red lights? did you break up?

You start typing, contemplating how to explain the circumstances to him.

[You 17:37]: there was no winner, i quit the show. mostly because of you.

Felix’s eyes widen, even though you can’t see him right now. He wonders if you're hinting at what he said about suing Han Productions or if this is about him and you.

[Felix 17:39]: ?????

[Felix 17:40]: WHAT

You chuckle, finding him once again so adorable.

[You 17:41]: yeah so will you let me pick you up and take you on a date?

Felix stumbles out of his bed, sprinting to his wardrobe.

[Felix 17:42]: I’m already getting ready, ma’am

💻

You take Felix out for dinner, although he emphasises that he will insist on paying right after greeting you. Despite you throwing him out the show, it doesn’t feel awkward in the slightest. You don't know each other that well but have always shared that intense connection with one another.

“The food is great,” Felix says and you agree. You spend a few hours inside the restaurant, enjoying a five course meal. Talking to him feels natural, too. For the time being with him you forget about being an introvert. He makes jokes, asks you deep questions, tells you a lot about his childhood and family.

Once he paid for both of you—despite your protest since you were the one to ask him out—you decide to take a walk through Yeouido Hangang Park, looking at the beautiful view of the night sky. You can even see a few stars up there and you soon realise how much they remind you of Felix’s freckles.

His fingers are intertwined with yours, as you keep wandering around with him, catching a glimpse of the river at night.

“So, you really left the show to pick me in the end, huh?” Felix teases you.

You squeeze his hand tighter, “Yeah, sorry for the inconvenience. I had wished the show would have given us more moments together. Then the decision would have been easier although I’ve secretly known all along.”

He agrees with you. Felix is so happy that you reached out to him. His heart broke when you voted him out of Red Lights before even getting enough time together with you. But this doesn’t matter anymore. You’re here with him now. Ready to fall in love, ready to see where things lead to.

“Maybe that’s a sign that we shouldn’t rush things… I’d love to take you out again, spend more time with you,” Felix tells you with a soft smile.

“Me, too. Absolutely. But we can take things slowly, for sure,” you say.

“Yeah of course, we will take things slowly, yeah.”

Half an hour later you find yourself inside Felix’s bedroom, ripping layer after layer of his clothings off his body. He sinks down on his bed, as you start straddling his thighs, just like you did that night in February. It arouses you even more when you think of the fact that the man underneath you is by now bare naked, while you’re still fully clothed.

You dive in for a kiss, feeling his lips pressed against yours. Felix lets out a whimper, before he slips his tongue inside, exploring your mouth. You start with small movements, your covered crotch rubbing against his hardening dick. You feel yourself getter wetter, your own juices soaking through the underwear as well as Felix’s precum drenching the fabric, too.

“Fuck taking things slowly– I can’t get enough of you.”

Felix grunts, when you drop to your knees, now on the bedroom floor, as you look up at him. The palm of his hand finds your head, playing a little with your hair.

“Let me make you feel good, sunshine,” you say, before circling your hand around the base of his cock that is already rock hard, just for you. Giving him a few strokes, you make sure to keep your gaze fixated on his, watching him lose the last piece of his sanity thanks to you.

A string of saliva lands on his dick, before you bring your tongue into play, smearing it over his tip and shaft. You guide your head down next, starting to bob up and down, when you take him all in. He feels so good inside your warm mouth. Felix lets out moan after moan, when he’s inside of you and you're glad to listen to the sweet melody.

“You’re such a good boy, Lix,” you whisper, when you let go of him for a few seconds.

You get back to business, his hand still guiding you the way he enjoys. Feeling him twitching, you continue your movements, until you sense him reach his high. You encourage Felix by looking up at him, nodding, and squeezing his thigh a little.

Hot white ropes of cum hit your throat, as your mouth milks him empty, squeezes even the last drop out of him. You let go of his cock, once he’s come down again. Felix helps you up, before he passionately kisses you. The next thing you feel is your dress getting pulled over your head, leaving you in your lingerie.

All of a sudden, he grabs you by the waist and your back hits the mattress. Felix is hovering above you, aligning his mouth with your ear, as you hear him whisper, “How about we see how much of a good girl you can be, hm?”

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blublublujk · 8 months

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young blood (3)

part 1 part 2 part 3

word count: 4k

genre: established/growing relationship

pairings: vampy koo x vampy reader, mentions of vampy tae

summary:

Jungkook, the youngest vampire in your clan, wakes up from his last and final resting cycle and that calls for one thing, and one thing only, it's time for his first feeding.

warnings: jungkook's first ever feeding as a vampire so its gonna get crazy and messy, buckle up!! violent content (a deer gets slayed), swearing, sexual content (noona kink, pain kink, slut shaming, tears, cock stepping (YAS), multiple orgasms, jungkook comes in his pants it's kinda pathetic, he also has a big dick, fingering, clothes gets torn off, strength kink, come as lube (so wet and messy), biting (fangs), blood kink (blood splatters and blood drinking), animalistic instinct?? (jungkook keeps sucking on readers blood even after he is told to stop but trust me she wants it, he's just a vampire baby that has zero to no control pls forgive him) unprotected rough sex, overstimulation) really sorry if something is missing, i really did try

a.n: man i wish i had a better excuse to why i've gone missing so instead i bring this... the real ones will enjoy it. thank me later hehe. stop writing about vampy jungkook CHALLENGE FAILED :D

i promise i'll be back with more i have been re-writing old work and plan posting new ones since i don't completely feel satisfied with my writing yet, just believe me this once okie...

see you soon.

—> m.list

—> welcome me on ao3 & twt

“The boy has risen.”

Five days. It had been exactly five days since those sweet doe-eyes took their last blink. That was probably the hardest part. Missing the sparkle within his eyes. You could stare into that sea of stars for hours, if given the chance. Jungkook was the prettiest human you had ever laid eyes on, and you were more than confident he would be an even prettier newborn vampire.

Jungkook was facing the wall when you first walked into the room. His pale hands were slowly moving around, feeling everything around him, his neck stretching out. The younger was still on the bed you and Taehyung had set up just for his transformation. He had yet to turn around and face you.

“Jungkook-ah, baby.”

Jungkook nearly snaps his neck in half at the sound of your voice. The boy runs into your arms, his new super strength takes you by surprise as he lifts you easily into his arms, almost squishing you to death. “It worked!”

You couldn’t help, but giggle. “Of course it did, silly boy. Were you worried?”

“Yes.” He takes a deep breath, releasing his tight grip (but just by a little). “I just wanted to be like you and Hyung-ie so badly.”

“You are now, baby. Forever.” You drop a kiss into his hair, softly tugging the mess of curls, bringing him in close.

“Mm, forever.”

The younger’s bunny smile was still the same. Not that much his human features would change now that he’s a vampire, he was still as beautiful as ever.

“How you feeling, baby?”

Those words make Jungkook snap into realization. He palms his throat feeling a burning ache, he swallows harshly, the ache grows only more intense. Nearly burning his insides. He notices more things as well. Stuff he didn’t even know was humanly possible, which it’s not, but for a vampire anything is possible. His scent is strong, he swears he can taste the tree bark outside. He definitely feels stronger, he no longer feels soft or weak. As he feels around his newborn body, he feels tougher. Yet the ache in his throat defeats all curiosity, it burns and he’s— well, he’s confused. What’s happening to him?

“You’re hungry.” You state like it’s a fact, because it is, even if you can’t necessarily read his mind.

When a Newborn wakes up from its last and final rest, it realizes its new senses first, everything they knew as a human becomes ten times more interesting as a vampire. They no longer require food, they still feed, but now they depend on one singular fluid, blood, which to a human would be like air or water. They notice their new strengths and with that their very few weaknesses. Soon after though, that’s when the most excruciating part begins.

The baby vampire will realize a scorching sensation that grows quickly in the back of their throat. It’s hunger, of course, but a Newborn won’t recognize that phenomenon, or feeling. It’s like learning to walk all over again. It is not a “natural feeling”, and most dismiss the pain, treat it as merely as insignificant as that of a sore throat. But dismissing the pain only triggers the pain to increase. Before they know it, they will be pulled out for their first feeding, usually led by the eldest vampires. It will be messy, ugly, and most of all a whole new experience. One that will lead to more frequent occurrences.

“Y-Yeah… I think I am.” Jungkook swallows, but it does nothing to ease the burning pain.

You smile, kissing his nose gently. “Don’t worry Jungkookie, Noona will take you on your first feeding.”

“Okay. W-What about Hyung?”

“Taehyung will join us in the next one. He’s taking care of other stuff for now. Don't worry about him. We gotta worry about your thirst first.”

The boy agrees with a light nod. You stick your hand out and Jungkook takes hold of it, following you out of the house and into the darkest parts of the forest. He followed you like a lost puppy, caressing his throat, but even that did nothing. His throat was ripping him apart from the inside.

The journey isn’t far because you made sure that Jungkook had all he needed for his first feeding relatively close. Jungkook takes a good look around, and although he is not alone by any means, he sees nothing. Only the huge trees that surrounded you both. It's murky and slightly cold. What now?

“I-I don’t get it.” Jungkooks gulps. “How am I supposed to feed?”

More like what is he supposed to be feeding on?

The Newborn wraps his arms around himself. He looks lost because he just is. He doesn’t know where to begin, unlike you and Taehyung, you have been feeding all your life and for him, this is much different than picking up food from his local fast food chain.

You only smile. “You don’t smell that yet, hmm?”

Jungkook inhales through his nose as much as his lungs allow him. At first nothing comes, but then the slightest scent catches his attention, kissing the tip of his nose. It is a very faint taste of a metallic sweetness on his tongue, he assumes immediately that this is what you are talking about as yards away he spots a large deer. Then the impossible occurs, Jungkook swears he could taste the blood rushing through the deer’s body. This is impossible.

He can hear the beat of its healthy heart pumping its sweet blood, it beats against his ear deliciously. His mouth nearly drools at the sight. He tilts his head slightly, ready to pounce and shred it to pieces.

“Ahh… now you smell it.”

“N-Noona.” You hear the boy say, he grabs his own throat roughly, making a strangled noise as if he’s in great pain, had his nails been sharper (you made sure to file them while he slept for the last time), he would have torn his own esophagus out by now. He must eat now. “I— I- I”

Your hands are on his face quickly. The vampire gets extremely pale, faint. “What baby? I’m here. Don’t you wanna feed? Come on baby, I’ll show you.”

Jungkook shakes his head. His pink lips start fading white. He’s extremely starved, it’s normal as a Newborn. Everyone is usually scared of their first feeding. Typically, they try to avoid their new carnal feelings, it’s almost animalistic, uncontrollable. It’s a crazy sensation to crave something as taboo as drinking blood. Most of them starve themselves avoiding all sorts of craving, but it’s impossible to ignore. A vampire can only go so long without blood before turning wild leaing them feral, that then is when they feed on anything in sight with no remorse, humans and vampires included.

“What’s wrong, Jungkook-ah? Talk to me, baby.” The Newborn barely holds himself together, his eyes start dropping, unable to stand on his feet any longer, he drops his ass into the ground instead, physically struggling to keep his eyes open.

“S-Shit Jungkook-ah. You’re starving. Don’t worry, Noona will bring the deer to you. Noona will feed you soon, my thirsty baby vampire. I got you.” Though the deer started moving along, it can’t be that far away, you can still smell its blood pumping yards away, almost feeling it drain its precious blood into your mouth. As you turn to end his misery, a strong grip wraps around your wrist.

“D-Don’t. I-I don’t wanna be a-alone.” The baby vampire shivers, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. “N-Noona, I– I think I’m dying.”

You shake your head wiping him down with your jacket, not caring about getting it dirty. “No baby. You’re just hungry. I’m here. I’ll only leave for a second. I promise. I’ll be back.”

Jungkook whines, dragging you tightly against him. “No.”

“Fuck okay. I won’t leave you Jungkook-ah, but you have to feed right now.” You bring a hand behind his neck burying his face against your throat and you hear a muffled cry buried deep into your neck. “Bite down baby. Don’t hold back, but d-don’t take everything. I-I’ll tell you when to stop.”

His breath is hot, you feel his fangs barely graze your neck, not quite enough to cut through the flesh before he pulls off, with a strangled sob. “F-Fangs, they hurt. Really bad.”

“They’re just sensitive, my love. They won’t break off, I know it feels like that, but they won’t. You can do it baby, just bite down.”

Jungkook furiously shakes his head. This won’t do. They fucking hurt. His tongue goes to massage his gums, but he hisses as soon as it comes in contact. It’s far too sensitive. “N-No. I won't be able to bite down, N-Noona. It hurts, ‘m so hungry. Please Noona.”

The younger is not even sure what he’s begging for, but he knows he’s in the best hands. He’s gonna be okay even if right now he feels his throat has been lit on fire. He knows you would never let him die straving so he closes his eyes for a second allowing himself to rest against the tree.

“S-Shit Jungkook. Okay. Sit up baby, Noona will feed you now.” Your fangs come out quickly as they pierce through your wrist, you bite down as hard as you can so the Newborn’s only job will be to place his fangs through. The blood instantly leaks down your wrist before you rush it over his mouth. “Here baby, bite.”

Jungkook attaches himself immediately to your leaking wrist, his fangs fit perfectly within the gaping holes. He moans with the first initial taste, he sucks with a lot of force, you know you should tell him to slow down, but you don’t even have the heart. The Newborn stuffs his fangs (they are a bit longer than yours) even deeper into the soft flesh, the sensitivity in his fangs finally dying down a bit.

You groan at the feeling and he continues to suck the life out of you. He was gonna definitely leave a mark, maybe even permanently. Taehyung wasn’t gonna be too happy about that, but it was far too late to tell him to stop anyways. Jungkook fed from you as if you were the tastiest meal he has ever had. The sweet tangy taste was fucking addictive Jungkook never wanted it to end, he could definitely see himself getting used to this. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy when you finally tell him to stop. He doesn’t even know if that’s gonna be possible. This is what he was missing out on? The rush… it’s indescribable, but fucking incredible. He has never felt so alive.

“O-Okay suh–slow down, baby.” It’s as if you told him to do the opposite. Jungkook continues to lick and bite into anything he can get his mouth on, his tongue coming out to collect the drops of blood that escape from your wrist and leak down your arm.

You should really, really stop him now, but it feels soooo good, you were always a slut for pain.

“Noona t-tastes so good, so sweet.” A moan rips from your throat as he peels himself off, this time he bites into your neck, the blood instanly hits his tongue and he’s addicted, evermore. He’ll never stop now. He bites down into the vein and the blood rushes into his mouth. Nothing compares to blood directly from the source, he has learned this lesson very early on.

“J–Jungkook...” You are really struggling yourself now, your eyes struggle to stay open, he’s starving you. “Okay enough. Stop.”

The Newborn shakes his head, whining and whimpering into your throat.

“Stop.” It comes out as a whisper and he denies your calling again. Forcing himself onto you, he bites harshly not giving a fuck about how you tremple and desperately whine below him. He’s killing you and he doesn’t even realize it. Stupid baby vampire. “I said, stop!”

Jungkook is nearly sobbing full on tears when you force him off, tugging his hair back with great force. “N-No, puh– please Noona, ‘m sorry. I’m still so hungry. Please. Feed me!”

He shouts at you like you hadn’t been the one helping him from starving to death. “Control yourself, Jungkook-ah. You almost just fucking killed me!”

The boy's eyes soften and he cries harder. “‘M so so sorry, Noona. I don’t want you to die because of me. I’ll be better. S-Sorry.”

The younger one starts to leak pretty tears, decorating his face quite nicely. You sigh lighly, allowing your emotions to simmer. “Stay here. I’ll bring us the meal.”

Jungkook doesn’t hold you back this time, not like he was given the choice anyways, this was an order. He manages to keep his position on the cold gravel. It doesn’t take you long to find the deer, you wrap an arm around the deer and put it down with a quick blow to its chest. This was your least favorite part when you first turned, watching the sweet creature fall to its knees and eventually its death, but it got easier with time. Now, you take them down without hesitation or care, it’s in your nature after all.

You settle the deer at Jungkook’s feet when you return. His eyes widen when he realizes what’s expected of him next. “N-Now what?”

“We eat, my sweet baby vampire.” In the moment, he almost thinks you look cute, but he watches you dig your sharp nails into its wooly hair and tear it nearly in half. The blood rushes out like water and splatters everywhere, some landing on your face and Jungkook’s cheek. Jungkook would be lying if he said this wasn’t the hottest thing he has ever seen, even with blood tainting your perfect face, you were fucking beautiful. Without hesitation you lean in and drink the blood while it’s still fresh and sweet.

Jungkook hesitates for a bit before he leans in on his own side and slurps up. The flood of red liquid cools his burn almost instantly. At first, Jungkook didn’t understand it. Why slash a deer in half when you can just drink from the source directly? It wasn’t convenient, not at all. It's messy and more blood gushes onto the floor than anywhere else, but he gets it now. He understands. The sight of blood splattering across your face, the way your eyes dilated, mouth drooling… he’ll never forget it. He’s so fucking hard. He moans into the deer's skin, sucking it dry.

For the first time ever, Jungkook thinks you look like a monster. After all that really is what vampires are, just monsters trying to survive in a world built for humans. Though you prefer the term creature, monster is a bit too extreme for your liking, you can’t help your kind for being.

Either way, in Jungkook’s eyes, you were the sexiest monster he had ever laid eyes on (not that he came across much), but he would genuinely let you do anything.

You both keep feeding and it's the hottest thing ever. In fact, you’re so focused on feeding that you nearly miss a grunt rip through Jungkook’s throat. But that isn’t what distracts you, no… it’s Jungkook’s hard cock against your thigh.

The younger starts rutting against your thigh like a dirty fucking animal, a bitch in heat if you will.

Eventually, the deer runs dry.

Your mouth comes off and you lick the leftover blood dripping from your lips. Jungkook, well, he’s still rubbing himself on you.

“Jungkook.” Usually, the boy comes to a halt embarrassed about the situation but no, this time, he’s desperate. So fucking needy and horny. “Hey.”

Jungkook hums, finally popping off the deer, he looks down at his little (big) problem. Shamelessly he keeps grinding hands besides you to support himself, but not for long. You shove him off you.

“I— Noona.”

“You’re so fucking dirty. So fucking nasty. But you know that right baby? Hmm? Good for nothing besides leaking come.” Your words go straight to his dick, only making him harder, if he didn’t know any better he would have sworn he has already come from how much he’s leaked into his boxers.

He softly whines, feeling his stomach stir in heat. “Yes… yes Noona, I am. So so dirty and nasty. Please Noona, I wanna come so bad. ‘M so horny.”

“Yeah? You wanna come.” The pretty vampire nods, looking dainty and fragile, even if it is far from the truth. “Okay then, you’ll come on my terms.”

You stood up, all tall and mighty, without warning, you stepped on his crotch enough to feel his length beneath your foot. Jungkook yelps, feeling the pressure build on his hard cock. “Like this. You’ll come like this. Move, my baby vampire. Take what you need.”

And that is exactly what he does. Desperately, Jungkook grinds against your heel. He didn’t imagine himself ever being into cock stepping, but he isn’t even surprised or one to complain. You bring the worst out of him. He grunts and moans without holding back, feeling more heat coil in his stomach, he’s so fucking close. Of course you know this, so you step on him harder and the boy comes undone beneath you with a strangled cry.

“Oh! Oh my fucking god!” Jungkook comes so much, he’s sure his briefs are a fucking mess, he’ll most likely throw it away anyways. “So good Noona, s-so good.”

“Yeah?” A smile grows on your face, watching blush start painting his pale cheeks. He somehow manages to look small and embarrassed as if he didn’t just fuck himself agaisnt your foot. God, he could be so adorable.

“Yes. Always ‘s good.” Jungkook pauses, he looks shy before asking. “What about you Noona? I wanna please you too.”

“Yeah? You think you can handle me right now?”

The younger exhales a scoff. “You know I can.”

“Yes… yes you can, my pretty slutty baby.” The younger’s lashes flutter as if it’s a compliment to his ears (it is), he feels you land on his lap, hands take place on the swole end of your ass, like they belong there (you both know they do). “You gonna fuck me now? Huh baby?”

“Yes, Noona. I’ll fuck you so good. Just how you like it.” He’s breathless, yet that doesn’t stop him from reaching behind your neck and locking lips with you. His tongue comes out shyly, before forcing your mouth open with a bite. He sucks and licks into your mouth, still savoring the faint taste of blood on your tongue. With syched moans, he forces his lips off yours kissing down your jaw and neck, nipping at the tender flesh, God, he could never get enough of you.

“Kook…” Your voice is light. “Just fuck me already baby.”

Maybe you should have let him continue at his own pace because the second he hears your sweet demand, he literally tears your bottoms in half, just enough to slip a hand below. His fingers tease your soft puffy folds, easing one finger inside them. The younger’s middle finger toys your clit, he feels a bit rough to the touch, yet the stimulation causes a whine to slip from your lips. He focuses on the gasp forcing your mouth to fall wide, the blood splattered on your face is now dry, but it paints your face beautifully. Anyone else would run in fear, but Jungkook feels he has always belonged here, he’s really home.

The younger one sticks his tongue out and attempts to lick the dried blood off your face. He fails, but the attempt is very much there, ignoring the slobber on your face.

Finally, two fingers gather your juices before carefully sliding them into your tight hole, which selfishly takes them both. Your arms wrap around Jungkook, pressing moans into his neck as he fingers your pussy with skill. He doesn’t go fast, just enough to open you up before he takes you on his cock.

“Oh– right there, Jungkookkk.” The Newborn pushes his fingers deeper, finding your g-spot with ease, you coat his fingers nicely. He can taste your slick on his tongue, it's driving him insane. Jungkook contemplates adding another finger, but he does it anyway and you clench around his fingers, breath hitching against his ear. “Fuh–Fuckkk…”

Slolwy, you start to ride his fingers, feeling them stretch your walls. “K-Kiss me.”

He leans in without hesitation and kisses you sloppily, on demand. When things start to escalate, tongue deep in your mouth, saliva coating your lips, he pulls out of you gently and pushes you towards the floor with a cut–off yelp, ass up face down. He brings his hips to yours, letting you feel just how hard you made him. He feels unnecessarily big and heavy behind you, this alone makes you shiver in anticipation for what's to come. He waits no longer. Jungkook thinks if he doesn’t stuff your pussy full of dick right now, he might just pass away at this very moment.

Jungkook unzips his pants, dragging them down, along with his messy boxers. He blows a harsh breath out, watching your folds glisten in the natural light. He wishes things were different, that he could eat you out, that is if he didn’t feel his dick was about to explode in his hand. “R-Ready baby?”

“Always. Don’t hold back, baby, fuck me how I like it.” The younger wastes no time further, he gathers just enough of his own come off his boxers and uses it as lube (with all the intention to just fuck it back into you). He coats his length before he’s burying himself inside you. Even after three fingers, Jungkook manages to stretch your walls to the brim, fucking you deep and consice. You feel as tight as ever. “Oh my, fucking god...”

He slows down, allowing you to adjust, your eyes close feeling him thrust with care. The boy carrases your arching back, feeling your heat tighten against him. “So fucking good for me. I love your pussy so much, Noona. You always take me so well.”

His praises bring heat to your stomach, squirming below him. “Y-Yeah, baby? Fuck me like you mean it then.”

“Don’t worry, Noona. I’ll fuck you until you forget who truly owns you.” His words breakthrough like glass before he’s pushing you further into the ground, shoving his dick as deep as he can go, fucking you like the slut you were.

I’ll fuck you until you forget who truly owns you.

Taehyung… you belong to Taehyung but here you were, getting fucked like some whore and by the youngest vampire in your clan. Pornagraphic moans escape your mouth, as you attempt to hold onto anything below you but nothing works, Jungkook is fucking into you and holding on like you’ll escape.

The grip on your hips is bound to leave bruises, but that increasingly excites him. The hot pit in your gut starts to twist, you’ll come in a second if he keeps this pace. Nevertheless, Jungkook moans shamelessly, keeping his brutal pace, watching you make a mess of his dick every time he pulls back.

“J-Jungkook… I’m gonna fucking come, slow down.” You quietly demand, but this does nothing for you, he increases his speed, grunting as he feels you pulse around his cock. It’s messy and fast, just the way you like it. Felt so perfect wrapped around him.

“Y-You asked for this, Noona, now take it.” The younger fucks into you at an alarming rate, his hands grope your ass cheeks apart feeling him dive further. Your eyes roll back, skin clapping on skin with no desire to end.

“Fuh–Fuck, Jungkook. Baby, I– I’m gonna come.” Goosebumps rise on your skin, feeling a cold breeze wrap around you. He watches as his cock disappears inside your sex, he’s so fucking close himself.

“Come on my dick Noona, make a mess out of it, hmm just how you like it.” The Newborn bites his lip attempting and failing to hold his moans, so instead he embraces them and nearly growls feeling you become tighter every thrust.

“C-Coming.” Is the only word that manages to make it out before you tremble under his sensitive touch. The knot inside your stomach breaks, releasing your juices all over his thick length. The sensation of you coming on his cock never gets old, he groans holding back his own release.

“F-Fuck, just like that Noona, so good for me. Always so good. I’m gonna come too.” Jungkook whines, doing everything in his power to stop from milking you full (he will most likely do it anyways).

“Inside baby, i-inside.” He feels you melt under him before he’s pushing his warm seed inside you, nearly collapsing on top of you, still fucking his release deep into you.

Jungkook manages to slip out carefully, placing you on top of his chest, his harsh pants manage to calm you regardless of him fucking your thoughts away. The younger calms his breathing before speaking above a whisper. “Thank you, Noona. Thank you.”

“Anytime my baby vampire, anytime.”

#jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts smut #jungkook smut #bts jungkook #bts x y/n #jungkook x noona #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #jungkook scenarios #jungkook oneshot

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slutforchrisposts · 2 months

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obsession. c.s

Chris Sturniolo x fem! reader

a/n: i write for my poc queens stop playing w me. anyways it was hard to find pictures cs i want them to scream like mysterious or give stalker vibes yk what im sayin. plus this is like my first time writing shit like this so it might be ass. btw this shit is like long asfk. ion be knowing how to get to the point.

pink - y/n

orange - chris

summary: chris sturniolo is in love with his neighbor and can't seem to get her out of his head, he loves her so much that it's to a point where he stalks her. little does he know, she's doing the same thing.

warnings: SMUT, smut, smut, mutual stalking, masturbating, use of nicknames (ma, mamas, baby,etc i think). dom!chris. a lil fluff. i think thas all. lmk if i missed some.

(btw if you're not into this kinda stuff js keep on scrolling. ion want a stank ass bitch commenting sum dumb ass stuff when she could literally scroll down.)

i just wanna talk and conversate

cs i usually just stalk you and masturbate

and i finally got the courage to ask you on a date

so just say yes.

(Chris pov)

"god she's so beautiful", i whisper to myself. i'm currently outside y/n's window. i don't know how shit like this happened but ever since she moved in, i've been watching her. right now she is sitting on her bed watching tiktok. i wish we could be doing things on that bed. I hear every audio that's playing because she left her window open, it's like she's inviting me in.

I was getting ready to leave when i heard a familiar voice. my voice. she's watching one of my tiktoks. she liked it and put it in her favorites. it looks like she already follows me. she goes on my page and starts watching my videos. I see her hand snake down to her pants. I feel the blood rushing down to my dick, and im instantly hard.

she starts moaning my name as her hand is in her pants. she's fingering herself to my videos. i feel like im on top of the world. I look around her room and find a hoodie on the floor. it looks so familiar, until i realize it's mine. my eyes widen, i never gave her that hoodie. hell i never even talked to her. nothing but a simple hi. does she stalk me too? how did she get my hoodie? my mind is going crazy as i ask myself these questions.

im snapped out of my trance as i hear her moan my name loud. she just came all over her fingers, how i wish i could lick them clean. I get an idea.

(y/n pov)

"fuck" i pant. I just fingered myself to my fine ass neighbor. I can't lie, I had my eye on Chris for a while now. I've literally went through his window just to steal one of his hoodies. I wish he would talk to me other then saying hi every few days. I really need him. I'm cleaning myself when i hear my doorbell ring.

i hurry up fixing my pants, i rush downstairs to check who it is. it's chirs. how the fuck? did i fucking manifest him or something? I open the door. "what's up"? I ask. "can i come inside and talk to you for a minute"? "sure". I move out the way and let him in. once he's fully in the house, i close the door and take him in the living room.

"so what's up"? "i was wondering if you wanted to hang tommorow"? my eyes widen. "yes, i would love to hang with you chris". my hand slaps over my mouth. "how do you know my name"? he smirks. i stay silent. "cmon mamas don't be shy now". i rub my thighs together in order to feel some type of friction. "i follow you on tiktok", i stutter out. "is that so?, that explains why you touched yourself to me hm'? before i could get a chance to answer he spoke again. "also i noticed one of my hoodies is missing, you don't happen to know where it is"?

"what the actual fuck. how do you know all of this" i say. "you probably think im a creep". "don't worry ma, the feeling is mutual". he says with that stupid smirk on his face. "do you wanna go to my room"? I ask. he nods and i take his hand leading him upstairs and into my room. as soon as i close my door he pulls me into a hungry kiss. i feel his boner pressing in my inner thigh. i moan into the kiss.

i grind my hips against his, so i can feel something. "my pretty lady is so needy" chris says. i whine in response, "chris i need you". "okay then, be a good girl and strip for me". I nod and begin to take off all my clothes. "fuck baby, you're dripping" (ayee). he takes off his clothes leaving him in just his boxers. I can tell he is big. "okay ma now go lay on the bed, all fours". I walk to the bed, getting on all fours like i was told. I arch my back waiting for him.

I hear him behind me. He starts kissing down my neck whispering sweet nothings to me. He makes a couple of hickeys and then starts kissing down my back. I push my ass up against him trying to get him to fuck me already. He smacks my ass and rubs over the stinging. I just whimper. "you gotta wait baby" he coos. he takes off his underwear and starts lining himself up with me. he starts pushing into me. "fuck chris you're so big". I moan. once he's all the way in me he let's me adjust to his size.

He starts pounding into me. "fuck you're so tight" he groans. "i've been waiting all night to do this". i moan in response. "aww is my girl all fucked out, she can't even say anything back", he teases. he snakes his hand to my neck and starts applying the right amount of pressure to make me go crazy. "chris, im gonna cum"! "go ahead pretty girl". those final words i needed, i came all over his dick. a few more sloppy thrusts, he then pulls out and cums all over my ass.

we're both panting, collapsing on my bed. after a few minutes he goes into my bathroom and gets my towel. he comes back and starts cleaning me up. he's gentle knowing im sensitive. he throws the towel into the basket in my room. he helps me get dressed, and throws on his clothes. "so are we still up for that date tomorrow" he asks. "ofc we are baby" i say. "ok then, see you tommorw". he kisses me and walks out of my room.

fuck, im so madly in love with him.

#sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo #sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #smut #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #Spotify

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multifanhoe99 · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 12- Threesome

Pairings: Zuho x Fem!Reader x Hwiyoung

Warnings: Daddy!Zuho, Nicknames (my darling, my love, baby), m/m action, spit roasting, light choking, unprotected sex, creampie.

=Let me know if I missed any.=

18+ MDNI

PROMPT LIST

MASTERLIST

Some people think that having two partners is impossible. Most people thought that everyone would be too jealous for it to work. That was not the case, especially in your relationship. Was it difficult? Yeah, of course, it could get difficult but, you got through the hard times together and with lots of communication. The thing that you had the hardest time grasping was that you managed to pull not one but two of the most beautiful, loving, and supportive partners anyone could ask for. With Zuho and Hwiyoung every day was an adventure. They each had their own quirks and they were just so easy to love.

Lately, you noticed that Hwiyoung had been really stressed about something. You and Zuho were in the kitchen just finishing cleaning up after lunch. You spotted Hwiyoung outside. He was just sitting on your porch bench staring out into the rain.

"Hey, Zu," you asked, "have you noticed anything up with Hwiyoung lately? He seems really down or stressed but every time I ask him what's wrong he just says it's nothing important."

"Yeah, I have noticed that too," he replied, "I think it has to do with the new song. He probably is just really wanting to do well on the new song."

"You're probably right. He would let us know if it was something serious," you said, "I just wish there was something we could do to cheer him up or get him out of his head for a bit."

"Well," Zuho started with a mischievous grin, "I know one thing we could do to get his mind off of it." Zuho had said it in a tone that you knew meant he was talking about all three of you having some intimate time together.

You weren't opposed to the idea but, you wondered, "Do you really think that will do the trick?"

"I'll tell you what my darling," he said, "why don't you think about it. I am going to go take a shower." He turned to go upstairs to take his shower and you stood there and thought for a moment. In the end, you didn't have to think about it much. Any excuse to be pleasured by your two lovers had you wet at the thought. Worse comes to worse Hwiyoung isn't in the mood and you all do something else instead. You walk outside and sit next you him.

"Hwi, my love," you sang out, "Tell me what I can do to quiet that beautiful mind of yours for a little."

He looks at you and chuckles, "I told you I am fine. I appreciate your wanting to help though. It's nothing more than work stress I will be alright."

"Are you sure," you asked scooching a little closer, "because Zuho had an idea that I think you'll really like."

"Oh, is that right," Hwiyoung asked. You just nodded in response while leaning in to kiss his neck.

"Mmmm, you two are going to be the death of me," he says pulling you into his lap. He kisses you passionately and then starts moving down to kiss your neck. He moves even further down sliding your spaghetti straps down to reveal your bare chest and sucks a nipple into his mouth. Meanwhile, you are grinding your hips down to meet his feeling his dick begin to harden beneath you.

"Let's take this out of the rain and head upstairs huh" you ask. He doesn't say anything. He just lifts you up and carries you inside. He carries you all the way to the bedroom and gently lays you down on the bed. He helps you take your shorts and panties off and starts going to town like a man starved. Soon, Zuho comes out of the bathroom with just a towel on.

"Mind if I join," he asks.

"Not at all," Hwiyoung said, "I heard this was all your idea anyway."

"Guilty as charged," Zuho replied, "Now, lemme get a taste of that." Instead of also going down on you Zuho pulls Hwiyoung in for a deep kiss. You loved seeing them be affectionate, not because it doesn't happen often, but because you loved seeing that they loved each other as much as you loved them and they loved you. Not too long after Zuho pulled away.

"I think it's only fair if you get to use her pretty pussy first Hwi," Zuho said coming to the other side of you so he could presumably use your mouth. They both took their time with you. Hwiyoung slides into your pussy nice and slow so you can get used to him and Zuho gently eases himself into your mouth. Once both men were inside you they gave you a little time to adjust. When you were ready for them to move they set the pace in an alternate rhythm. When one was in the other was almost all the way out. Hwiyoung also reached a hand up to play with your clit while Zuho gave attention to your sensitive, perky nipples. You tap on Zuho's arm letting him know you need to breathe or say something and he pulls out briefly.

"Ahhh, yess keep going I am so close I a-am gonna cum," you moaned out. The pleasure is so good and so powerful it has you cumming in seconds. They help you ride through your orgasm and then pull out. You almost think they are done, but they just stopped so they could switch places. Both of them are also fairly close and as they each enter you again they do not take as long to let you adjust before moving. The pace is faster now and more desperate. Soon Hwiyoung is cumming down your throat deep moans leaving his mouth. You swallow all he gives you. He then places his hand around your throat and squeezes.

"Come on baby you can give us one more can't you? Cum on Daddy's cock for us and maybe he'll fill you up really nice just like you like it," Hwiyoung said into your ear.

"Fuck Hwi," Zuho moaned, "Keep doing that our baby is squeezing me so tight." Hwiyoung continued encouraging you to cum again and Zuho helped by taking his turn to rub circles on your clit. The pressure built rapidly and then exploded. You came and then Zuho came filling you to the brim. Hwiyoung released his grip on your throat and you all lay there on the bed while you came down from the high of pleasure. At some point, Zuho left and then returned shortly after with a warm wet cloth to help clean you up. After cleaning up the three of you decided to put on some comfy clothes and watch movies and cuddle in bed.

"Do you feel better now darling," Zuho asked Hwiyoung.

"Yes, I do, thank you," he replied kissing Zuho softly, "And thank you too, my love." He leaned down to give you a gentle kiss also. The night ended with you comfortably cuddled between the two most loving, beautiful, and supportive partners you could ever have.

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A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please send in any asks if you have them my asks are open!!

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #x reader #k pop smut #sf9 smut #sf9 zuho #zuho smut #sf9 hwiyoung #hwiyoung smut

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