#and yes ghost is a pillow pet up in the corner

[eggobuggo]

A page of random things that decided to form within my head.

#hollow knight #hk hollow #hk ghost #hk dreamers #hk pale king #hk white lady #hk radiance #hk tiso #hk grimm #hk poggy thorax #hk eternal emilitia #hk marissa #hk shade lord #hk Unn #hk myla #hk herrah #hk Lurien #hk monomon #yes I think Lurien is a butterfly #and yes ghost is a pillow pet up in the corner

[iciclesses]

Is Soap the crazy ex that's stealing your stuff and Ghost won't do anything about it?

cw toxic relationship, stalking, pillow humping, panty sniffing/licking

The sheer AMOUNT of asks and comments and tags I got begging for it to be fem Soap... TBH I hadn't originally Thought that but yall convinced my ass so easy!! (As if toxic lesbianism isn't my bread and fucking butter)

Soap being sooo obsessed with you- Ghost dumped her because he loves loves LOVES seeing Soap emotionally distraught but got distracted with you soon after, he forgot to take Soap back before her last bits of sanity fled her.

She starts by finding all your social media, she swears that you're posting soft launch photos of Ghost’s hand on your thigh specifically to taunt her. Of course, all that does is rile her up more, and the logical conclusion to cope with that, of course, is to break into your flat while you're away on vacation with Ghost. Serves you right for flying to the fucking Caribbean with her man.

She considers smashing everything she can get her claws on while draped on your bed, your cat purring against Soap while she pets it mindlessly. Spares herself a little maniacal smile at the idea burning your whole fucking place down- she'd wait around a corner as you'd come home and fall to your knees in agony having lost it all.

Scratching just beneath the cats chin and cooing, "Don't worry love, I'd be sure to take good care of ye. Probably better than yer mum thas' for sure."

Ultimately, she does something stranger. She spends the entirety of your remaining vacation (two weeks, one day, and seventeen hours-- bleeding Christ, Ghost never spent more than two nights at Soap’s flat) living as you. The sweet old woman across from you that you asked to check in on your cat while you were gone? Why, she's so old her eyesight is going out. She doesn't trust her memory that much either. So when she squints up at Soap, she doesn't question anything as she passes the fraud your house key.

"Back early, eh pet?"

"Ah, no, but time does fly, doesnae?"

She wakes up every morning in your perfumed, satin sheets. She brushes her teeth with your brush, your paste- licking the bristles like a sweet until all the mint flavor was gone. Showers with all your soaps and slathers herself with your expensive oils after. Looks herself in the eyes in the mirror as she puts your lipstick on. Finds any set of clothes in your closet that fit her, unafraid to play tailor to make especially pretty items fit. Doesn't care if your shoes don't fit her, she makes them fit one way or another. Eats your oats, drinks your coffee from your unwashed mug as she looks down fondly as the cat eats the breakfast Soap put out for it. When she orders out, she puts your name down. Gets a little thrill in the cafes when they call out her tea but your name, gleefully smiling as she takes the paper cup.

Takes strange men home, and by home that still means yours, so they can fuck her like a worthless whore while spitting your name. It's pornographic when Soap throws her head back and cums with a cry when a man won't stop whining your name. She can't escape the sweet smell of your perfume.

Living as you, Soap has never felt so beautiful or put together in her life. It comes as a horrible, dizzying conclusion to Soap in the dead of night: she's not mad at you anymore. She's in love with you. It has her staggering out of bed, nearly collapsing at your hamper when she finds what she was hoping for. Falling over herself back onto your bed and mounting one of your pillows, muscular hips jerking as she rubs her bare, sopping cunt against the fabric. One hand gripping the corner of the pillow, keeping it in place and imagining it was your hair in her fist. The other hand holding a pair of your underwear to her nose. She takes a grotesquely deep sniff, eyes rolling back in her head with a guttural moan. She doesn't stop even as her hips start to buck faster, more desperate. It was then Soap’s turn to whine out your name like it were a last prayer, again and again. Strong thighs flexing as her rhythym became more erratic, her body bowing forward as she chased her orgasm. Tongue daring to dart out and tasting salt, tasting you, the new love of her life, this was the straw that finally broke Soap for good.

#cw toxic relationship #cw stalking #noel.haps #ghoap x reader #soap x reader #fem soap #me writing soap as nuts: yea lesbianism will do that to ye #forgive me for bad english im very sick

[spectrerie]

Your Simon

Simon Riley x reader (gn I'm 99% sure)

TW: toxic!Simon, whump, captivity, psychological torture(?), kidnapping, yandere!Simon, maybe don't read this if you're only comfortable with fluff and light smut... even though there no smut in this (maybe I'll add an epilogue or sm idk)

Approx 2k words, random drabble. wrote this at 4 am, un-betad. Let's not nitpick, yeah? Cool.

Simon knew you were fragile, but he didn’t think you could be so easy to break. This was his third deployment since he’d met you. The third since he’d pulled you into his life. At first you’d been panicked, indignant and ungrateful. You didn’t understand the significance of his actions. Every detail meticulously planned out, every minute aspect of your stay without him accounted for. You just had to stop fighting him and start fighting for yourself. Fight to stay alive, just like him. He just wanted to share this with you, why wouldn’t you let him?

“Don’t worry, Love, I’ll be back in no time. You won’t even get a chance to miss me.” His hand stayed on the back of your head, fingers locked in your hair, holding your head up so you could look into his eyes. So you could watch him lie to you. You knew the routine well at this point. 

First the devil may care Ghost would ply you with cheeky taunts to smooth out your concern. His abrasiveness would wear you down, polish you into a reflection of himself. 

Despite yourself you began to cry, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. In the beginning it wasn’t him you had missed. It was the promise of regular meals, and fresh water. Baths. Heating. Freedom. Now he was the centre of your world. He was your everything. 

While he was deployed you didn’t know how long you’d be left to stew in your own sweat and the grime of the basement he’d thrown you in. The smell of dust and mold hung heavy in the air down here. Soon the smell of your body would join them creating a fetid blend that would stay in your nostrils for weeks after your release. If you lived that long. The single hanging bulb barely illuminating your surroundings, not that there was much to see.  

Gallons of water lined one of the walls, at least a dozen of them neatly tucked from one dusty corner to another. You’d count them in earnest when he left you. Your mind was to panicked now to begin the frantic calculations of how long you could stretch your supplies. Just in case. 

Two boxes of hardtack biscuits and cans of god only knew what were neatly pressed up against another.  At times you feared he’d been feeding you cat food. You’d opened cans of greying meat floating in gelatinous gravy, other times the cans contained some kind of soup. Either way you’d choke it down cold. 

A part of you loved it here, you felt closer to him. You were a soldier too. This is where you’d live or die. Your battlefield.

His hand left your head and he went to the centre of the room where a small metal cot with a thin mattress stood. No pillow or duvet, but at least he’d given you a thick itchy woollen blanket. Army surplus to complete your private barracks. You’d earned the cot after weeks of good behaviour, no crying, no useless begging, no disobedience. A luxurious upgrade from the sheets of cardboard he’d left you to sleep on during his previous deployments. You followed before he even turned to call you, taking a seat on the mattress. 

“Will you miss me, pet?” He asked, coaxing your chin up with a gloved finger. 

“Yes, of course” you said between sobs. He huffed out a humourless laugh, and stroked your head. 

He hardly had to grind you down anymore, soon Ghost gave way to Simon. The mask he wore over his soul fell away, leaving behind the raw and broken boy he’d been before he learnt being someone else was as easy as covering his face. Part two of your dance begun.

The tears you thought you’d controlled began to fall again, pouring out of your tired eyes as you looked up at him. Your protector and captor. The man who told you everyday he’d die without you, the same man who held your life in his hands. 

“Please, please, Si… don’t forget about me here. Please.” The last word came out as a choked sob as you pressed your face against his thighs. Begging him to let you go was useless. You knew the steps now. Let him lead you, let yourself need him. Let him have something to control, someone who wouldn’t disappoint him. Someone he didn’t have to pretend with, unless he wanted to. 

“All you have to do is survive, pet. Same as me.” He knelt down in front of you, dark eyes shining with a mania that told you he was past pleading with. “All we have to do is survive. Think of me while you’re fighting in here, yeah? And I’ll be thinking of you out there. You’ll think of me won’t you? Hmm?” 

You nodded. 

“So say it.” 

Gathering yourself, you pulled away from him, eye to eye it was easier to believe the words that tumbled out of your mouth. 

“I’ll be thinking of you Si, so please, please,” your voice began to quake with unshed tears, “please come back to me. I’ll die without you.” 

You knew he was smiling beneath his mask. His hands came up to cradle your head, his grip too tight to be anything but a reminder of the control he had over you. 

“Of course you would. We need each other, don’t we?” 

You nodded and said your well rehearsed line. “We love each other.”

He watched you weep for a while, and you knew a part of him felt sick with himself. If he returned, if you lived, he’d tell you as much when he came home. 

The realisation that this was your home hit harder down here, puling more tortured sobs out of you as he watched. You weren’t sure if the ragged breaths you heard were yours or his. 

“Simon, Simon” you chanted his name over and over as you cried, like a prayer to a long dead god. He stood above you, within reach. One touch and you’d know he was real. But you cried out his name, and he watched. Until watching became too much and the sound of his name was punctuated with the sound of his boots ascending the stairs. 

The sound of a key turning.

And then the silence. 

— — — 

You counted the days by litres of water, cold canned meals, and fitful slashes sleep. 

One of each a day. 

No cheating. 

You recited songs in your mind, the lyrics painted dark by the deep gravely voice of your thoughts. Simon’s voice. 

You imagined a life with Simon, a life different from this. Those dreams were all that kept you sane. If this was sanity. 

A life with sunshine and tenderness that didn’t have to be earned. With music and hot food, baths together. The warmth of his body against yours. Every dream began and ended with the sound of a key turning, the creak of the old cellar door, deep lungfuls of fresh air. 

After meals and before sleep you’d press your nose to the tiny blacked out window. Taking deep breaths of the English countryside before closing it again. Air when were awake, warmth when you slept. These rules and rituals were what kept you alive here. Hell was rolling green hills and cloudy skies. Hell had no one around for miles. Hell and home were two sides of the same coin.

The same countryside he’d offered to show you when you’d first began dating him. You recounted those first few dates with him often. Combing your mind for any sign of the man he’d turn out to be. 

It had been too soon for a weekend away, you told yourself this time and time again. Turning your captivity against yourself in your darkest moments was a game you hated but still played. What fool would take a trip with a man they barely knew.? You hadn’t even known him for two full months when you went away with him. Your 6th date. This may have been the longest date in history. 

Sometimes you thought of your friends and your family. Were they worried? Were the little dribs and drabs of communication Simon let you have with them enough to keep them satiated. Had they stopped caring, like Simon said they would. 

He often told you the family a person was born into was rarely their true family. Like his. You knew pieces of the life he rarely spoke about. The father he hated, the mother he pitied. The brother he held complex, painful feelings for. You hardly heard about him at all. You suspected he was the only person outside of the 141 Simon cared about. Maybe the only person he truly loved. 

Did he love you? Actually love you?

Could he? 

Another litre, another can.  Another day. 

— — — 

The creak of the old cellar door woke you, as usual. You’d long since stopped running up the steps when you heard it, not trusting your mind to be honest with you. 

“Baby? Are you awake, Love?” 

You didn’t believe it. You couldn’t. The disappointment would hurt to much. 

The sound of heavy boots descending the stairs drew something out of you, but yet you still couldn’t let yourself believe it was real. That you had survived. Again. 

Warm fingers caressed your cheek, tracing the shape of your eyes and nose, until they finally settled on your neck, below your jaw. A beat passed in tense silence, you could still be dreaming.

A shaky breath that wasn’t yours filled the room, “thank god.” You opened your eyes, and he was there. A dark figure against the light, stoic among the swirling flecks of dust in the air. 

“Si?” Your voice was weak and hoarse from who knew how many weeks of disuse. 

He nodded, lifting you from your cot with ease. Holding your body against his tightly as he brought you up the stairs. Your eyes fluttered against the light, the early evening sun cutting  through you until you help your eyes tightly closed.

You heard him shush you softly before you realised you’d been crying. 

“Si,” you said again and you felt him hold you closer. 

“I know baby, I know. I’m so proud of you. We made it.” 

He set you down on the edge of the bath and began the careful work of peeling your filthy clothes off. 

The final chords of this tragic, disgusting song had begun, and your dance was ending. 

He washed you gently, tears in his eyes as he rinsed away the layers of pain he’d caused you. 

He spoke to you in gentle tones, barely above a whisper, as though any loud noise would send you into shock. He didn’t wait for your responses, knowing you were too exhausted to give any. 

“It’s okay, pet. It’s okay, you’re safe now. You’re out. You’re out.

“Were you scared? I know baby, I know how scary it was, but you’re safe now. I’ll never let anything happen to you, never. You’re too important, I love you so much, pet. Too much.” 

You let the hot water and his words baptise you, remaking you under the heat of his love for you. He washed every part of you, yet nothing felt as intimated as when he washed your hair, stroking your head gently as he cried and promised you things you weren’t sure would ever come to be. 

When you were clean he wrapped you in a towel and left to get you something to wear. 

Was that you? Was that really you in the mirror? Chapped lips, large sunken eyes, your cheeks were hollow and your skin dull, your natural undertone wiped away and replaced with a pallid grey. When he came back you still couldn’t look away from the person in the mirror. He placed a pair of sweatpants and one of his t shirts on the heater and closed the door, giving you time to settle back into yourself. Your new self. 

You hated him. You hated him for doing this to you, making you this person. 

You opened the cabinet and went through the minor motions of humanity. Brushing your teeth, brushing your hair, and pulling the t-shirt on mechanically. You left the bottoms folded, knowing you wouldn’t be able to keep them on no mater how tightly you tied them. He was just too big, and you were just too small. 

You clutched a hair band in your hand, knowing he’d want to tie your hair back. He loved doing those small things for you. And you hated him for it. 

When you shuffled into the bedroom you stood in the doorway, watching you with a grief in his eyes as though he hand’t done this to you. 

He pulled you close, picking you up and laying you gently on the bed. The mattress felt obscene after weeks on the cot, you wept again and hated him for turning you into this person, a person that cried at everything. A person who knew what it felt like to sleep on the floor. Someone who felt blessed to have a bed. 

He took his place beside you, and you pulled yourself close, holding your body to the curves and edges of his. His arms wound around you and pinned you to him, his lips brushed your forehead and you felt his tears fall, running down your cheeks and mixing with yours.

“I was so scared without you. I really thought I wasn’t gonna make it this time.” 

“Me too, Si.”

You understood how much he needed this, how much he needed to be the villain, how much he needed to hate himself before he could go into hell and be a good soldier. So he could come back home a hero, a rescuer. Your protector. 

Your Simon.

#simon ghost riley x reader #Simon Riley #simon ghost Riley #ghost x reader #ghost cod mw2 #yandere ghost #yandere simon riley #toxic simon riley #toxic ghost mw2 #maybe don't read this if you get upset easily #read the tw please and fank youuu #simon riley x reader #simon riley x y/n #call of duty mw2 #call of duty fic #x reader fic #gender neutral reader #x gn reader #simon ghost Riley x gn reader #okay i think that's it #dacryphilia

[britishchick09]

poto rewritten short stories 6/6: meg the fooler

in honor of read an e-book week, i'll be sharing sneak peeks of the rewrite's first short story collection (which will be an e-book exclusive out this spring)! last but not least is meg and cecile being epic pranksters! ;D

...

The door creaked open…

“BOO!” Meg yelled, running out from the vanity.

“AHHH!” a dancer screamed as she put a hand on her heart. “You got me, Meg!”

Meg laughed. The foolee was none other than Cécile Jammes, her pranking partner. They had pulled many tricks throughout the years on the other dancers, the singers, the stagehands, the managers… no one was safe from their pranks on April Fools’ Day!

…No one except The Opera Ghost, that is.

“I have a little something for my partner in crime!” Meg said.

“Oh!” Cécile’s brown eyes sparkled as Meg handed her a little chocolate fish and popped it in her mouth. “Mmm, thank you. Are you ready to start?”

“I’ve been ready since last night!”

Cécile smirked and tossed one of her caramel brown ringlets over her shoulder. “I know exactly what we can do first.”

...

 A few minutes later, chatter sounded through the ballerina dorm as the corps de ballet filed in. Some did stretches, a few lounged on the sofa, others sat at their vanities and some stood around to talk. Meg and Cécile waited near the back, hiding soft giggles behind their hands.

“Here she comes!” Cécile whispered.

Meg gave an excited squeak as Sorelli DuPont walked in. She rubbed a horseshoe on the wall for good luck.

“What in the world?” Sorelli looked at her horseshoe, which was covered with a rubber bathing cap! “Oh, I should’ve known…”

“April Fools’!” Meg and Cécile exclaimed.

Sorelli rolled her eyes. The jokesters looked over at Fleur, who sniffed a tulip… that sprayed her with water! Elena was brushing her hair at her vanity. She gasped as she realized that cold cream was on it! The lotion belonged to Colette... who smeared ketchup all over her face! Nellis opened her vanity drawer to find nothing inside except a paper fish and April’s paper nameplate had ‘Fools!’ written on it. The remaining seven ballerinas were pranked as well, leaving Meg and Cécile in stitches.

“I knew this would happen.” April said with a sigh.

“You two are almost as bad as The Opera Ghost!” Colette exclaimed.

“And just as delicious!” Meg added as she swiped some ketchup from her face.

“No one could ever be as great as that ghost. It’s-” Sorelli paused at Meg’s look. “He’s the greatest trickster in the opera house.”

“We may be great, but he’s the true master.” Cécile agreed.

Meg looked down at the floor as an idea sprung into her mind. She looked up, her eyes widening with a gasp as she exclaimed, “I got it! We can join forces with Mr. E!"

“Seriously? You want us to partner with The Opera Ghost?" Cécile asked with an uneasy frown.

"Yeah! The Ghost is a bit scary, but Mr. E is perfectly fine. He has access to every corner of the opera house, so..."

Sorelli groaned. "Great. You'll be unstoppable.”

"Oui... unstoppable!" Cécile exclaimed with a grin. "Let's do it!"

Meg cheered. "This will be the best April Fools’ Day yet! I'll go get him!"

She ran down the dressing room hallway, stopping at the very end. She put her ear to the door and listened.

"Meg woke me up by putting my hand in cold water," Christine was saying. "It startled me so much! One of her many tricks for today!"

"What's today?" Erik asked.

Meg wanted to shout, 'April Fools’ Day!' but she let Christine say it instead.

"Ah, yes. One of the best times of the year for The Opera Ghost," Erik chuckled. "Ayesha likes it, too. She stretched out on my legs and I sat up to pet her... and then she started walking towards me. She was going to lay right on my pillow! I caught on and laid back down before she could, but she found a nice spot next to me."

Christine giggled. "Oh, how funny! She nearly tricked you!"

"Sounds like she'd be the perfect kitty prankster!" Meg exclaimed as she ran into Christine's dressing room.

Erik looked up. He was doing a mirror chat with Christine, who looked over her shoulder at Meg.

“Then we’d have three tricksters scurrying around!” she realized with a chuckle.

“More like four.” Erik added with a wink.

“That’s exactly why I’m here,” Meg said. “Meet Cécile and me on stage after practice, Mr. E!”

Erik frowned. “Can’t I just meet you?”

“Nope. I don’t prank alone,” Meg smiled as she added, “Cécile won’t be scared of you, I promise.”

She went up to the mirror and held out her pinkie, getting a confused look from Erik.

“That’s a pinkie promise.” Christine explained.

“It is!” Meg agreed. “It’s one you can’t break.”

Erik looked at Meg’s pinkie before slowly lifting his own.

“There you go! It’s a date! But not the ones you and Christine go on!” Meg said, giggling at Erik and Christine’s rosy blushes.

...

 Meg sighed as she stood on her tip toes and tried to peek into Box Five. It was eleven-forty on the dot. Ballet practice had ended not too long ago and now she and Cécile were waiting on stage.

“He should be here by now!” Meg said impatiently.

“Maybe he doesn’t want to partner with us,” Cécile hoped as she fiddled with her coral ring. “Let’s think of some more pra-”

Just then, the chandelier lights went off! Cécile’s scream echoed through the theater. Meg jumped a little, but she wasn’t afraid.

“The electricity’s gone out!” Cécile exclaimed in a panic. “Let’s fetch the managers!”

“Or you could fetch The Opera Ghost.” a voice said.

The lights returned and a shadow stepped out from Box Three.

“Mr. E!” Meg exclaimed happily. “I thought you’d be in Box Five!”

“Got you, Little Miss,” Erik said with a smile. “Consider that an April Fools’ gift from me.”

“The greatest gift would be partnering with us!”

“As long as you’re not creepy.” Cécile added.

“Oh, that’s only The O- Opera Ghost. Y- You won’t need to worry about creepiness with me,” Erik reassured her. “Y- You’ll just need to w- wo- worry about all the sneaky tricks we’ll pull.”

Cécile’s fearful face was replaced with a sly one.

“So you’re in?” Meg asked.

“Yes, Little Miss,” Erik smirked. “I’m definitely in.”

#dun dun dunnn #because it's the last day this preview is a little longer than the others #this is the last story yet the first one i wrote! ;) #meg and cecile love their pranks! ;D #it's even better when the opera ghost pitches in... ;) #poto rewritten

[ofwrittenlegacy]

the moon is content (BP:WF)

Title: the moon is content

Fandom: Marvel-- Black Panther

Ship: Shuri/Riri

A/N: hi! i am trying something new with this writing style that's inspired by Australian author, Markus Zusak. his flowery, poetic, metaphoric language has inspired me to write more romantic pieces. not just in the relationships but everything is love. enjoy more shuri/riri!

____

Everything about the day felt dreary, maybe that’s what was making her feel so sick. 

The moon stood lazily, peeking through the crack in the blinds. Riri laid underneath the plaid comforter, and coughed and the moon watched. 

“Welcome back to the land of the living.” The smug voice came from the foot of  her bed. Riri lifted her heavy head from where it was cemented to the pillow to squint into the dimly lit room. Shuri sat perched at the bottom of her bed, laptop balanced in her lap. 

How high had her fever spiked in her sleep? 

Had she not eaten enough today? Had she…had she eaten at all? 

She had toast and some soup. 

Oh, and loneliness. 

She ate that too. 

But now, bathed in warm golden light, there was Shuri, sitting on her bed. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. 

“Please don’t have a heart attack. The Dora Milaje will not be happy if we have to take a trip to the hospital tonight.”

Riri kicks the covers off of herself, and Shuri shut her laptop, anticipating with only a second to lose before Riri launches herself into her arms. 

Riri laughed, and the moon watched and laughed with her. 

“Shur…what– you– but– what?” 

Shuri ran a delicate hand down Riri’s back, and she shivered in response. Her skin radiated sticky heat. Eyes fluttering closed, Shuri’s lips ghost her temple, checking her temperature. Warm. Her blunt nails reached the nape of Riri’s neck, beneath the braids to scratch at her scalp. Her fingertips were made of love. Riri purred in contentment. 

“My kimoyo beads kept lighting up and when I checked them, it said you had a fever. Were you going to tell me or…” 

Riri snorted. “And because I’m sick, that gives you grounds to fly from Wakanda to Massachuestts overnight?” 

Shuri studies her with guarded eyes for a long minute, then says, “It made me anxious…you being sick. I wanted to be here in case anything happened, so…I flew here, yes.” 

Shuri’s shoulders sag, sharing more weight onto Riri. 

The weight of loss lingers in the corner, chained to Shuri, following her around, silent but there. Riri can see it, and wills it to go away. It smiles at her. 

Loss was a sick bastard. 

“Thank you for coming to check on me, baby. It’s just a cold–”

“Colds don’t usually make you run a fever.” 

Riri rolls her eyes. It makes her brain hurt. “Fine, the flu then.” 

“How about you lay back down, and tell me what hurts so I can figure out how to help.” Shuri says, and pats Riri twice on the ass to get her out of her lap. Riri brushes her hand away with a grumble but obediently crawls under the covers. 

She watches Shuri for what might be a few minutes or an hour; time is weird in her fevered state. But Shuri grabs a backpack off the floor she hadn’t noticed before and begins to pull things out of it: tissues, a container of soup, medicine, a vial with some golden liquid she didn’t recognize, the works. 

“When did you start feeling sick?” Shuri asked, sticking the container in the microwave. While it hummed, she popped a couplet of pills into Riri’s palm and offered her her water bottle. 

After swallowing, Riri shrugged. “Dunno. Thursday…maybe Friday, during my last final?” She finished lamely. She inhaled sharply, sneezing into a fistful of the covers. Shuri pet her cheek and murmured something Riri didn’t understand, but assumed it was a blessing in her native tongue. 

“You sound terrible.” 

“I feel terrible,” Candidly, she did feel a bit better with her girlfriend there to coddle her. 

Shuri retrieved the soup from the microwave and stuck a spoon into the bowl. “Do you need me to feed this to you, since you’re a disaster when I am not around, or…?” 

Riri gave her a royal stink eye, and snatched the bowl from her. “You’re so annoying. Go home.”

Shuri gasped, clutching her chest. “You dare insult the princess of Wakanda? With the Dora Milaje in hearing range?” 

“They know I’m right. Now, get your ass in this bed, because I’m cold.” 

“So bossy,” Shuri obligated, happily. She toed off her shoes and climbed in the bed, behind Riri, to hold her while she ate. 

Shuri made work of rubbing away the goosebumps on her arms and kissing her jaw. It was nice to have her there. It didn’t make Riri any less sick, but the comfort of another body made her feel nice. Like all misery, it started with happiness, but this time it ended with happiness too. 

“Hey, Shur? Um…Thank you for coming to check on me.” 

Shuri just smiled down at her, shushed her and went back to rubbing her arms.

The moon smiled at them, no longer dreary but instead, content. The moon was content and so was Riri. 

And it was nice.

#marvel #mcu #black panther #black panther 2 #wakanda forever #shuri #riri williams #shuriri #shuri/riri #ironpanther #sickfic #my writing #fanfic

[iconicanemone]

A friend of a little Ghost

Ao3

It wasn’t human crying. It was most definitely non-human. Probably animal, but you never knew with mobs. It honestly sounded to false like a ghast, but perhaps it was more like a Sad little Ghost

I saw some art of a little ghostly fella following Empires!False around, so I ended up writing this.

I don’t watch False, and there are probably a lot of details wrong with this, but oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

False was working on ‘cleaning’ up the base her counterpart had abandoned when she left through the rift when she heard crying. 

It wasn’t human crying. It was most definitely non-human. Probably animal, but you never knew with mobs. It honestly sounded to false like a sad ghast, but not airy enough.

The crying wasn’t coming from this side of the building. Leaving her counterpart’s build, False entered the bridge leading over to Joe’s old apartment.

False didn’t really know Joe. She wished she got to know him more. He seemed like a decent fellow. And he certainly made the apartment his own. She swore she didn’t put that staircase there, but shoving it into the corner instead of having it in the middle of the room did make the apartment more open.

False shook her head, focusing more on finding whatever was crying.

The sound was loud and piercing, and led her to what looked to be a bedroom. The only bedroom really that False could find. So it was probably Joe’s. And there on the lime green bed, was a cat.

Black and white in that tuxedo pattern, the cat was curled up on the pillow, ears flat in sorrow as it cried out, its transparent paws clenching at the pillow.

Oh yeah. The cat also looked like a ghost. So that means it probably was a ghost? False wasn’t too sure.

“Uh, hello there little one.” She said, walking over to sit on the other side of the mattress. “What’s wrong?” 

The cat looked up at False, its mouth wide as it let out a long cry before it starting inching over towards her, clawing into the comforter. 

“Joe had all those cats around, and you’re in Joe’s place.” False said, filling the silence that came as the cat pushed a noise into her thigh. It had more substance than she thought a ghost cat would have, so she moved her hand to lightly pet the ghostly feline. “I would assume you're his.”

The cat looked up at her, letting out a sad but quiet sound, before it curled up next to her. 

“You’re probably missing him.” False said, sighing. “He was here, but then he left through the rift.”

False solidly ignored the rhyme that came from it.

“It was probably best that he didn’t bring you along as he left.” False said after a beat. “He had a bunch of other cats around there, and I’m pretty sure they all got killed.” She looked down at the ghostly kitty. “I’m not entirely sure how that would work with you though. Maybe you would die a second time? Or were you born a ghost? I don’t really know how ghosts work.” 

The cat stayed silent this time, an aura of sadness clearly radiating from it.

False sighed again. “Maybe you’ll find him again. Some day.” She shrugged, her shoulders sticking by her ears. “Maybe? I don’t know how rifts work really.”

Maybe that was something she should have figured out a while ago.

“But hey!” She said, trying to break the awkward silence. “Maybe you could hang around my place while you’re waiting? It’s not perfect, but my place isn’t that far away from here, so you can keep an eye out for Joe.” 

She didn’t really know what she was doing, talking to a cat as if it could understand her. But the cat did look up, a pathetic look on its face as it sighed. Dejectedly it stood up and walked out of the room.

False assumed that it was saying yes to False’s offer? In a cat way or something. 

Deciding to follow the cat’s example False stood up and followed it out of the apartment. 

#Iconic fic #Hermitcraft #Empires smp #Empires 2 #False #falsesymmetry #empires!false #Joehills is mentioned #Not so much his ghostly cat #Whom is canon! #I love that ghostly cat

[chojuuro]

ship/s: Ao/Terumi Mei rating: G content: post-mission snuggles and cuddles, ao is tired, this is rushed but i meant to get it out for mei's birthday on the 21st and im late so DBHF. anyway i care them words: 988 ao3 link here: [x]

It’s well past midnight when Ao stumbles through the threshold on his third day of no sleep, exhaustion tugging at his limbs and the last dregs of the food pill he’d eaten half a day ago nearing the end of its efficacy.  Still, he’s silent as ever; nearly trips over a discarded article of clothing on the floor but he catches himself, attempts to remain cool-headed though he feels as though he can pass out at any moment.  

Now that he’s back in familiar territory, maybe he will.

He slips into the room quietly, removes his mask and his weapons pouch, wraps them in his discarded haori for easy access come morning.  He’s back hours earlier than was expected and isn’t needed in the Mizukage’s office for debriefing until morning.  

He’s got time.  He’ll make time.

---

The next thing he knows is he’s waking up with gentle arms holding him in place, scratching lazily, delicately at his scalp.  He’s got half a mind to fall back asleep but despite the exhaustion he’s just too alert to allow himself the luxury;  he shouldn’t have fallen asleep in the first place.  Ao knows this.  A shinobi should never be off his guard.

And yet.  

And yet here he is, her fingers carefully weaved into his hair, his face nestled into her chest, and now that he realizes, in her apartment and her bed.  And he feels comfortable enough leaving his senses dull with sleep, keeping his body in a contented state of rest.

Ao can’t fully recall what brought him here but his feet had just moved and his brain had simply told his feet where to move and how fast, and he's not even sure if this was a conscious decision or one made in haste at an obscene hour of the night. He's still admittedly groggy from the short rest hours as he feels himself come to, fully, realizing that the body he's cuddling is not a pillow, but rather an entirely familiar, wholly comforting presence that he would recognize with both eyes plucked out and all senses dulled.

“Ao,” she greets, cheerful but quiet; careful not to rouse him from his relaxed state.  It’s not often that he allows himself to be totally at ease, unbothered by responsibility and unbound by duty.  So as he stirs, he receives a shush and a kiss on the head.  

“Mei…," he grumbles, picks his head up to look at her and she steals his lips in a quick little kiss.  Self indulgence in her part, yes, but something about Ao's sleep-mussed hair and the half-lidded stare of a man running on only a few hours of sleep makes her insatiable, she supposes. 

"It's still early," she tells him, and as he rests his head down against her again – his cheek rests gently against her bosom and she resumes petting his hair and he swears he could sleep for days on end – he realizes she's right. 

There's no soft, morning glow peeking through her blinds or easing its way in through the gaps in the curtains, and he can’t sense any birds awake enough for their morning birdsong. It's decidedly too early even for the seagulls that routinely jolt him awake before any alarm ever could; he can't remember the last time he's woken before the seagulls. 

"What time is it?" he asks, though it comes out slightly muffled against the fabric of Mei's nightgown. 

"Early."

"How long was I out?"

Mei hums and slows her hand, lets her fingers ghost along the back of his neck and trail along the top of his spine.  “I’m not sure,” she tells him, “but not long enough.  Rest.”

"I've got to meet with Lord Fourth–"

“Yagura is dead asleep, guaranteed.”

She looks down at him and he, up at her; her face is soft yet stern, a gentle frown tugging at the corners of her mouth.  She purses her lips and Ao knows already that he’s lost this argument. 

Mei’s got a point.

Silently waving the little white flag of surrender, he relaxes once more, and Mei hopes that it’s for the final time this evening.  They’re silent for a time, letting only the sounds of their breathing fill the room; neither realize when their breaths begin to sync, or if they do notice, neither bring it to light.  

It’s a comfort that he hasn’t felt in many years, and a tenderness he didn’t expect to feel again.  He’s warm from the inside out – the lava release that runs through Mei’s blood is a heat to her chakra, and sensor-type shinobi as he is, Ao doesn’t let that go unnoticed.  He feels it deep inside himself, twisting and curling around his own chakra network, allowing the warmth to bloom from the deepest parts of himself.  

Mei’s the first one to break the silence, and Ao is all but slipping away again into slumber.  

“This was the first place you decided to come?”

“Mmhm.

“Not to your place?”

“Couldn’t sleep there.”

“Did you try?”

“No.”

His own apartment hadn’t even crossed his mind.

---

He wakes again hours later to a sliver of sunlight just-so-perfectly shining through the blinds and into his eye.  He lifts his head, glances around the room and up at Mei’s face – takes in the serenity that she displays in her sleep, the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each easy, restful breath.  He considers getting up, considers what small disturbance he’ll cause for Mei if he does; and he considers what not appearing before Lord Fourth immediately as soon as the sun rises may cause him.

He was the captain of the operation, he thinks; his team won’t report in without him.  They’d be turned away before they could enter the main office in the first place.

Ao rests his head against Mei’s breast once more, and his eyes shut.

Perhaps Lord Fourth can wait a little longer.

#ao #ao (naruto #mei terumi #terumi mei #fifth mizukage #aomei #UH HAPPY LATE MEI DAY #desfic

[stranger-nightmare]

Can you do (a dark!Druig) one where druig captures the reader and uses his mind control to keep her in line as she resists and he slowly wears her down by using his powers to make her feel good/immensepleasure while he fucks her until she associates him fucking her with pleasure (through conditioning) and craves him and finally gives into him? Or something along those lines?

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞

Pairing: Dark!Druig x (female) Mortal!Reader

Summary: Druig is obsessed with making you his, and so he uses his powers to his advantage…

Warnings: mind control, dub/non-con, masturbating (f), pillow humping, biting / marking, thigh riding, oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), cum-eating, penetrative sex (m+f), Dom!Druig, Sub!Reader, dirty talk, degradation kink, pet names (kitten and master amongst others), a weird kind of voyeurism??, kinda orgasm denial?? (it’ll make sense when you read it lmao), tiny bit of dacryphilia (crying kink), multiple orgasms, minors DNI

EXTRA Warnings: this fic features major use of mind control, in which Druig uses his powers to have sex with the reader and make her compliant, he also uses his powers so that she always thinks of him when she climaxes so she eventually learns to associate him with pleasure, so essentially like psychological conditioning / grooming. I appreciate these are very dark themes so please be forewarned before engaging with this writing.

This is a piece of fiction and I do not in any way condone the actions depicted in this writing.

Because of these dark themes, please read at your own risk.

A/N: more Dark!Druig? Yes please and thank you! I hope this is what you were looking for and I hope you like it🖤✨🥰 Also apologies, this is another long one!! It also took me so so long to write this so I super appreciate every like, reblog, and comment🥺🖤

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. If you click ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

You didn’t really remember how you ended up in this compound in the middle of the Amazonian forest. You couldn’t remember any life before this. In fact you couldn’t really remember anything at all from before a few months ago. Every time you tried your mind would just swim with blurry images, random pictures flashing so fast you could never really catch a glimpse of them. Trying to think back usually resulted in you getting a splitting headache in the effort.

What you did remember is what was responsible for you being here. Or rather, who. Druig.

That bastard had ripped you away from whatever life you had before this, forcing you to live here, to work here, to do whatever the fuck he wanted you to here.

To make matters worse, he never left you alone. He was constantly around you, blatantly and crudely flirting with you whenever he felt like it, making the most obscene comments when no one else could hear. You usually just responded by rolling your eyes and quipping back with a snarky comment.

But today when he cornered you alone in one of the storage rooms it was different. There was an undercurrent of anger in his comments towards you, an air of frustration arising from him. Your last smart comment was one too far apparently as he suddenly grabs your face in his hand, his fingers digging uncomfortably into your jaw. You cry out and attempt to pull away, your hands closing around his forearm. But he’s too strong for you. He holds you roughly in place as he brings his snarling lips to your ear.

“I think I’ve had enough of that smart mouth of yours” he seethes viciously. He leans back to look at you again. “The only thing I want to hear leaving your mouth is my name as you moan it."

“Never” you spit back defiantly. A dark laugh rumbles through his chest.

“We’ll see about that” he grins as you watch his eyes begin to shimmer with a faint golden colour. He leans in close to you, his breath ghosting over your lips. You try to pull backwards but his grip on your jaw is too strong. Pain flares through you when he squeezes your face even tighter at your defiance.

“I’m gonna fuck you dumb” he seethes. “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t think of anything but me.” You’re about to scoff and laugh in his face when you suddenly feel your entire body go slack. Your mind suddenly empties of all thoughts. You hear him let out a satisfied grunt, but it sounds distant, distorted somehow, like your mind wasn’t fully comprehending it. You then feel his hand release your jaw. Your body is then moving on its own accord, turning to face the wall. Your body takes the few steps until you’re right up against the wall.

You then feel hands on your body, roughly pulling down your trousers and underwear until your ass was exposed. You can feel Druig's body behind you press close against you, his body covering yours. His hips collide with your ass, grinding against you, shoving you harshly into the wall. You can feel his breath against the shell of your ear as he laughs darkly again. You then feel a sudden lightness as his body lifts off you, but your body remains firmly in place, no desire to do anything but stay exactly where you were. Rough hands are suddenly ripping your trousers and panties off you, shoving them down to your ankles. You hear a satisfied grunt behind you.

You then hear what sounds like a zip being undone, the rustle of fabric moving. When Druig presses his body against yours again you can now feel his cock against your bare ass. He grinds against you a few more times before leaning back slightly again. You hear him spit and feel a warm liquid lands right in the crevice of your ass. Druig drags his cock through the folds of your ass, gathering his own spit there. You then feel him guide his cock lower through the folds of your ass before you feel his head brush against the entrance of your cunt. Another satisfied grunt sounds from Druig as he pushes his dick all the way inside you in one motion. You feel a slight pressure, a burn that's walking the border between being painful and pleasurable. He’d given you no opportunity to prepare, to adjust to his size. He groans again at the tightness of your cunt, your walls squeezing him so firmly.

“Not so snarky now are you?” He hums as he sinks his teeth into your neck, biting harshly.

You feel him begin to thrust into you forcefully, taking no care to start slowly with you. He jerks his hips against you brutally, your front slamming against the wall repeatedly. The room becomes filled with Druig’s grunts mixed with the wet sounds of his cock plowing into you over and over. Your mind is blank, barely registering the scene. All your brain can focus on is the feeling, the feeling of being so full with Druig’s cock, the feeling of his head pushing against your sweet spot with each thrust, the feeling of an uncontrollable pleasure building inside you.

You feel Druig’s mouth pull off your neck as he leans back again. Then your vision is suddenly going blurry, your current sight fading away from you, replaced with a new view, like someone was changing the tv channel in your mind.

Suddenly you can see yourself, the back of you anyway. You can see your face pressed against the wall. You can see a hand on your back, pushing you against the wall, holding you in place. The view then pans to look down. You can see your own ass. You can see Druig’s cock as he plunges into you repeatedly, your wetness completely coating him as he moves in and out of you. Druig was showing you his view. He was literally making you watch him fuck you.

You watch as he thrusts sloppily into you a few more times before you feel, and see, your legs begin to shake. Your thighs tremble as you feel pleasure course through your body. You feel yourself clench around Druig’s cock, you watch as you convulse against the wall. Druig grunts loudly again as your walls squeeze him. You hear his voice ring through your head. I want you to think only of me every time you cum. The command rings though your mind like a chant, like a spell.

You’re then back to watching Druig’s cock disappear repeatedly between your folds. You watch as his cock pulses inside you, his hot cum filling you up. You then watch as he pulls his cock slowly out of you, his cum leaking out of your entrance, dripping down your thighs. He leans back towards your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

“One day you’re gonna beg me to fuck you" he promises darkly.

You hear a another wicked laugh rumble through your head before you finally snap awake again. You blink in confusion, looking around you but seeing no one else around. You gasp in shock when you realise your trousers and underwear were around your ankles. It’s only when you rush to pull them back up that you feel the sticky wetness between your thighs. You then start to notice the pain between your legs, a pain that ached and yet somehow felt good. What the fuck had happened? Panic seeps through your body as you cover yourself. A shame spreads through you, a tear threatening to escape you as realise what exactly is leaking from you. But behind the shame and panic, there was something else. A satisfaction, a pleasure even. You felt good, blissed somehow despite the terror. You were mortified that you had to go the rest of the day with Druig’s cum sitting in your panties, but also you were so unbelievably turned on by it.

...

It had been nearly a week since that encounter and Druig had barely left your mind since. He was like a poison in your brain, seeping into your thoughts and corrupting them. Every time you thought of him you could feel yourself start to get a wet, an ache settling between your thighs. You hated how much of an effect he seemed to have over you, especially one where your mind raged against him so, but your body just became intensely aroused.

Gods you hated that smug face of his. That ridiculous smirk of his. The way he titled his head when he watched you. Those arms of his in that stupid sleeveless shirt. The bulge that his soft fabric pants did nothing to conceal. Fuck. Fuck him. You moan in frustration as you feel yourself start to get wet thinking of him. He made you so mad, and yet so turned on.

Another frustrated grunt leaves you as you grab the pillow next to you from where you were lying on your bed. You roll it up and place it in front of you. You swing your leg over it, straddling the pillow. You waste no time in grinding your dripping cunt against it, the thin fabric of your panties pushing up and against your clit as you rut against the pillow. You just wanted this over with, to find your release and be done with it. You despised the fact that every time you touched yourself Druig’s face would be the one to invade your mind. It seemed you could only ever cum when it was his name in your mouth, his image in your brain.

You could practically hear him in your head. I want you to think only of me every time you cum. You can see his eyes flash gold in your vision, the words penetrating your mind, branding themselves inside your head. This particular vision seemed to pop up in your mind every time you got yourself off, like you almost had no choice but to think of him every time you climaxed.

You can’t fight it, even if you tried, and so you continued to drag your clit back and forth over your pillow until your orgasm broke over you, Druig’s satisfied face and smug laugh ringing through your brain. You grunt in frustration again. You hated to admit that ever since he’d been penetrating your thoughts you’d been having the most mind-blowing orgasms. It was like pleasure you had never previously known, it was almost unreal.

Really, fuck that man.

...

Over the next few weeks there were several more occasions where you’d feel your mind empty, only to wake up again with more stickiness between your legs. Druig was abusing his power with you, using you like a personal sex toy that he could fuck any time he liked. Part of you was horrified. But the other part of you... the other part of you liked it. You liked being used by him, despite how much you hated him. You just couldn’t deny how good you always felt afterwards. The aftermath of the orgasms he’d give you would leave your stomach fluttering for hours. And yet you’d always run home first chance you could to touch yourself again. His face, his voice, always swirling around your head as you did so. You’d go home, spread your legs open on your bed, and fuck yourself with your fingers, imagining they were his. You’d feel his cum still sitting inside you, coating your own hands as you made yourself climax over and over again.

It was like your body now physically craved him. The slightest thought of him had slick pooling in your panties. Actually seeing him around the compound made you physically squirm. You’d rub your thighs together discreetly, trying to relieve any of the ache that you felt sit between your legs. Though perhaps it wasn’t that discreet since Druig always seemed to have that shit-eating grin on his face when he looked at you, like he knew how much of a mess you were just from having him in the vicinity.

...

One day, after this turmoil had been going on for almost two months, you were on your bed, pillow between you legs, as you rocked back and forth again. You were thinking of Druig like normal, but somehow it was different. Your thoughts of him felt distanced, weak. The images of him kept slipping away. You were rutting against your pillow frantically, but the sensations just weren’t the same, they were weaker somehow. You bucked and writhed against the pillow, switching positions multiple times, adding your fingers inside you to help. But it just didn’t work. After almost an hour of trying you eventually give up, flopping back on your bed, a sweaty, panting, and frustrated mess. You huffed in frustration but you figured it was just one bad session. You’d be fine later on. Right?

But you weren’t. The next night when you went to touch yourself again the same thing happened. Druig’s image failed to stay in your mind, your body just unable to reach climax. All that you gained that night was a sore, rubbed raw clit and an aching arm.

This continued for another two weeks. You were never able to get yourself off anymore. Frustration and tension were just building up inside you, threatening to bubble over at any moment. What made the whole situation worse was that it also seemed that Druig had stopped using you as his sex toy. You didn’t know whether he’d lost interest in you, gotten bored, or simply found someone else. Worse than that, your body still craved him. Your body was constantly in want for him, to have his touch on you again, to have his cock in you just one last time, just anything. You were in a constant state of desire. A desire that was never fulfilled or relieved.

After another week of this you were completely at your wits end. Your mind was in denial but your body knew exactly what you needed. You needed Druig. You needed Druig to touch you. You needed Druig to fuck you.

And that’s how you now found yourself storming towards Druig’s cabin in the middle of the night.

You approach his cabin and gasp in surprise when you notice him just outside his cabin, like he was waiting for something, or someone. Druig stood on his decking, looking down at you as you approached, a look of knowing on his face, like he knew you were eventually going to come confront him. That devil’s grin was back on his face. That smug bastard you seethe in your head. You hear that familiar dark laugh cut through the night air. He smirks at you before turning around and walking back into his cabin, leaving the door open behind him, beckoning you inside. You hesitate for a second. Were you really going to do this? Your pussy aches between your legs, weeks of pent up frustration and desire throbbing in your cunt. Yes you really were, apparently.

You followed him inside, wondering through his cabin until you found him waiting in what must be his bedroom. He’s stood leaning against a desk opposite the foot of the bed. You tiptoe past the threshold of the room, suddenly nervous and unsure of how to go about asking this man to fuck you into oblivion.

“Something on your mind little one?” He teases, leaning back on the desk, raking his gaze over your body. The hunger in his eyes sends a wave of arousal through your body. You genuinely don’t think you’d ever been so desperate to fucked in your entire life. You just wish it didn’t have to be with this asshole.

“I think you know what’s on my mind” you murmur.

“Mmm I do, but I want to hear you say it” he purrs, his eyes narrowing at you. You feel your jaw tighten in frustration. So he wasn’t going to make this easy.

After a few moments he speaks up again.

“Come on sweetheart. I know why you’re here, I know how desperate you are...” he whispers huskily, his words going straight to your throbbing cunt.

“How could you possibly know?” You breathe.

“Because I’m the one who’s been making you so frustrated. I’m the one who hasn’t let you cum in weeks” he says bluntly. Your eyes widen in shock.

“But I’m also the one who let you have all those mind-blowing orgasms beforehand too” he smirks again.

“W-what do you mean?” You stammer quietly.

“What do you think I mean, little one?” He teases you, walking over to you, moving to stand close behind you, his breath hot on your neck. You feel your body tense and your pussy clench at his sudden proximity.

“All those times I thought of you whilst I- I- got off? That was actually you? In my mind?” You whispered in disbelief.

“Yes kitten, every-single-time. And fuck, you looked amazing touching yourself like that, my name falling from those perfect lips of yours” he practically purrs into you ear.

“You were watching me?” You squeak. There’s that despicable laugh of his again, his breathe fanning across your neck.

“I was in your head, kitten. Your eyes were my eyes. I watched as you watched you fuck yourself with your fingers” he breathes huskily.

“And you really did make my mind think only of you?”

“Mmm, only of me sweetheart” he murmurs whilst suddenly kissing down the side of your neck, nipping you with his teeth as he goes. You moan involuntarily, your entire body aching with need.

“So why haven’t you done it recently? You haven’t been in my head for weeks, I haven’t...haven’t...in weeks...” you stammer weakly.

“Haven’t cum? Yes because I’ve been deliberately out of your head for a little while now” he hums.

“Why?” You breathe. You can feel him smirk again.

“It’s a game of patience, sweetheart. I was waiting for this. Waiting for you to crack. Now you’re here. And you want it. You want me. Of your own accord” he laughs darkly. “And now, kitten, you’re gonna fucking beg for it” he bites your earlobe harshly once before he spins your round to face him.

Your mouth hangs open as you stare at him in awe.

“So go on, beg for it” he taunts. Your mouth opens and closes, words completely failing you. Your pride wanted you to just spin around and walk out the door. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Something deep inside you had pulled you here, and now it was keeping you in place. Your mind and your body were overwhelmed with the thought of him fucking you. You needed him to fuck you, even if it did mean you had to beg for it.

You swallow your ego and your pride. You look to the floor as you sink to your knees in front of him, your hands folded in your lap.

“Please. Please Druig” you whisper, keeping your eyes trained on the ground.

“Hmm, please what?” He mocks you.

“Please. Please… fuck me Druig.” He laughs again.

“Come on kitten, I think you can do better than that” he taunts you, grabbing your chin between his fingers, squeezing your jaw harshly. He lifts your chin so you’re forced to look at him. “Tell me what you want baby, beg for it.” An agonised moan escapes you.

“Druig please, fuck me. I want you to touch me. I want to feel your hands on my skin, on my cunt. I want to feel your cock so full inside me. I want you to absolutely ruin me. I want to feel myself stretch over your glorious cock. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk, until I can’t even think. Please Druig please” you cry. Clearly you’d hit the mark with those words because a satisfied grunt sounds from Druig.

“Good girl” he praises before he bends forward to place a rough, sloppy kiss to your lips. “I’m gonna fuck you dumb” he confirms, pulling on your bottom lip with his teeth.

“But first” he stands back up. “You’re gonna suck me until I cum in that filthy little mouth of yours” he instructs as he pulls his hardened cock out of his pants.

Even just the sight of his dick makes you moan. You lean forward slightly and stick out your tongue so it just dips into the slit on his tip. You can taste the salt of his pre-cum already. You flick your tongue again, eliciting a deep groan from Druig. You feel a weird sense of power flow through you, having Druig moan like that because of you. It makes you bold. You reach out and grab his base with your hand, pumping him a few times with your hand. You then take him into your mouth, fitting in as much as you can take before your gag reflex kicks in. Another deep groan sounds from Druig as your mouth starts to move on him, bobbing your head and up and down. You pump his base where your mouth can’t reach. You work him for a while, your jaw beginning to ache with the effort, but you knew he’d never let you stop, not until he’d finished down your throat. So you pushed through the pain, squeezing his base slightly with your hand, flattening your tongue against the underneath of his shaft. You hollow out your cheeks, sucking him as hard you can.

“Ah fuck, there’s a good girl. I always knew your mouth would feel amazing” he pants from above you. You moan at his praise and the vibrations from your sound elicit another groan from him. Next thing you know he’s got his hand twisted in you hair, forcing your head to move even faster on him. He bucks his hips, fucking himself into your mouth. His pace is desperate and sloppy and you can tell he’s close.

You take your other hand and begin to massage his balls, rubbing them in your hand. You hear him swear again as he ruts extra hard.

“Yes, just like that kitten” he whispers, his head thrown back in pleasure. His grip in your hair tightens as his hips still, you can feel his cock pulse inside your mouth, his balls contracting in your hand.

“There’s a good girl” he grunts, thrusting so deeply into your mouth you gag around him, a tear slipping from your eye. Your gagging throat around him causes another deep moan to leave him. You then feel his hot load shoot to the back of your throat. But you keep sucking, drawing out every last drop he had to give you until he’s pulling you off him by the hair. You looks down at you with lust blown eyes as swallow his entire load. He moves his hand from your hair back to your face, pinching your chin in his fingers.

“You’re going to do exactly as I say or else you’ll be leaving here just as frustrated as you arrived. You understand?” He tightens his grip on your chin.

“Yes, Druig” you whisper.

“Yes, master” his eyes flash gold for a second as you feel your head empty.

“Yes master” you hear your voice repeat.

“Mmm there’s a good girl” he groans, releasing your chin, his eyes dimming down as you feel your consciousness flow back into you. He tucks himself back into his pants before he moves to sit in the chair by the desk, facing you.

“I’m not gonna touch you just yet, kitten” he purrs. A whine escapes you.

“Hush little one” he snaps. “Instead, you’re gonna come sit here and ride my thigh until you cum for me."

You moan instinctively at the promise of some relief.

“I want you to strip first though. I want you completely naked in my lap” he instructs.

“Yes master” you squeak, getting up off your knees. Druig keeps his eyes on you as you slowly shuck off all your clothes until you’re completely bare in front of him. His satisfied smirk and hungry eyes make you moan again.

“Fuck you’re incredible” he says, looking you up and down torturously slow. He pats one of his thighs, “come take a seat here babygirl.”

You waste no time obeying his instruction, almost leaping over to him. You straddle his thigh, sinking down until the fabric of his trousers burns over you aching clit. An almost embarrassingly loud moan sounds from you as you finally gain some friction after being desperate for so so long. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders as you use him as leverage to help rock yourself back and forth on his thigh. Even just the slightest of movements felt amazing, back like it did when Druig was in your head all those weeks ago. Except now it was even better because Druig actually was here, beneath you, his hands gripping your hips, helping you grind your cunt into his thigh.

“That’s it kitten” he praises. “Much better than that pillow of yours hmm?” He coos as you begin to speed up your rhythm, his grip on your hips tightening until you knew they’d leave bruises.

“Yes master. Much better” Both you and Druig have your heads down, watching as you rock against his thigh. Your pants and moans start to increase as you finally, finally, start to feel your climax approaching. Weeks of pent up frustration and arousal coil in your lower belly, just moments away from release. You look up to Druig to discover he’s already watching your face. You look in his eyes, silently asking permission, begging that he finally let you cum.

“You can cum kitten” he confirms. “But you keep your eyes on me as you do so” he commands. You nod once as you rock fervently against him. You gasp as you finally feel the coil snap, that long-awaited release washing over you at last. Your mouth hangs open as your eyebrows furrow together, the pleasure completely taking over your body. You make sure to keep your eyes open, Druig’s lusty stare just making the orgasm all the more intense. Your legs shake as you ride through your climax. Druig groans at the sight of you falling apart on his leg.

“Good kitten” he praises. He then leans up and captures your open mouth with his. You both moan into the kiss as he shoves his tongue against yours. You move your hands from his shoulders to his neck, tugging the short hair at the nape of his neck. He groans as you scratch your nails across his scalp.

Next thing you know he’s hooking his hands under your butt, lifting you with him as he stands up. Your kiss never breaks as he walks you over to the bed. He lowers you onto the bed, crawling over you. You’re frantically pawing at him, tugging on his hair, on his shirt, bucking your hips up against his, pitifully desperate to have him inside you. You whine into the kiss, pushing up into him, your teeth clashing. He pulls back from you slightly.

“Patience little one, I’m going to give you exactly what you want” he smirks. He leans up further to discard of his shirt. You immediately reach forwards, your hands roaming over his body, raking your nails down his chest. He groans again he kisses you roughly again. This kiss is briefer as he leans up again to pull his trousers and pants down, once again freeing his hardened cock. You moan at the sight of it, at the anticipation of finally having it inside you. You lie back, spreading your legs wide, waiting for him. He chuckles that devious laugh of his. He lifts his chin at you before speaking.

“Flip over kitten” he commands. You look at him in slight shock and confusion, hesitating.

“Don’t make me repeat myself” he warns, a sharp edge to his voice. You swallow nervously before hesitantly rolling over to lay on your front. A satisfied grunt leaves Druig as he gets the perfect view of your ass. He crawls over the top of you, his mouth coming to rest by your ear.

“I’m going to fuck you like the little slut you are. Coming in here so desperate for my cock hmm? Just begging for me to fuck you” He growls into your ear causing a shiver to run down you entire body. You feel him grind his dick on your ass for emphasis. You moan and push your ass up against him, begging him to just get inside you.

“But I’m gonna make you wait just a little longer” he bites the shell of your ear. You’re about to whine when a gasp cuts you short as you feel one of his fingers enter you.

“Fuck you’re soaking. You really are just so desperate for me aren’t you? It’s pathetic kitten” he moans into your neck as he pushes another finger inside you. He scissors them inside you, stretching you open. He begins a languid pace of pumping his fingers in and out of you, all the while continuing to grind his cock against your ass. His other hand holds his weight just above you whilst his mouth attacks your neck and shoulders, biting and sucking bruise after bruise all over your delicate skin.

Even with his slow pace you can start to feel a climax build inside you, a slow burn settling in the pit of your stomach. You also couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that he was finally touching you, that you were going to cum on his fingers instead of your own. The thought makes you moan again and push your hips harder against his hand, letting his fingers hit even deeper inside you. He groans and begins to pump you a bit faster. His pace paired with your bucking quickly has you racing towards another orgasm. You feel your thighs begin to tremble again, your body shaking slightly underneath him. A strangled gasp sounds from you as you feel that coil snap again, your orgasm washing over you. You clench around Druig’s fingers, continuing to buck against him to ride out your high. He groans and keeps pushing his fingers into you.

“Was that good babygirl? Much better than your own fingers?” He mocks as he harshly pulls his fingers out of you. You whimper at the loss of contact and nod pitifully.

You feel Druig shift slightly above you. The next thing you hear is him pumping himself a few times. Then you feel the head of his dick swipe through your soaking folds. You moan and shudder even from that simple action. You lift your ass up even higher, moving your knees to spread yourself even wider for him. He groans, pushing his head through your folds a few more times, gathering your arousal. He was so close and yet so far from where you wanted him.

“Druig, please” you whimper. He freezes his actions suddenly.

“Who?!” He snarls.

“Please, master, please. I’m sorry. Please, please just fuck me” you’re practically crying at this point.

“That’s better” he commends just as he pushes his tip inside you. You’re so wet with weeks of want that he slides into you with almost embarrassing ease. The quietest “oh fuck” leaves Druig’s lips as he sinks to the hilt inside your cunt. You both moan together as he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back into you again.

This time Druig doesn’t waste time with starting slow, he sets a brutal pace of pounding into you, finally fulfilling his promise of fucking you dumb, fucking you until your only thoughts were of him.

“You like that little one? You happy now my cock is finally in you?” He pants above you. His one hand is on your hip, pulling you harshly against his hips as he fucks himself into you. You just whimper incoherently, your body completely taken over by the sheer pleasure of finally having him inside you again. You know he’d fucked you before, but this was the first time you were fully conscious, and it felt all the better for it.

“Use your words kitten” he coos in your ear.

“Mmmm fuck... Druig you feel... s-so good. I-I...” you try to speak but you’re so drunk on his cock you just trail off into more incoherent moaning.

“My cock made you too dumb to speak hmm?” He taunts. He laughs at you as he thrusts into you even harder, the head of his dick hitting your sweet spot over and over. Your pussy is sensitive from your first two orgasms but you’re too wrapped in the pure bliss that Druig’s cock was providing you to really care.

More pathetic whines and moans escape you as you start to feel that burn in your lower belly again, the pressure of your third incoming climax building. You arch your back, fisting your hands tightly into the sheets beneath you.

“You gonna cum again? Gonna cum all over my cock? That’s exactly what you wanted it isn’t it? You little slut.” Druig mocks you, his breath hot in the crook of your neck.

You just cry and nod again, your whole body convulsing as you reach the precipice of pleasure. You then feel his other hand reach underneath you, sliding down the front of your belly until he reaches your folds. His fingers begin circling your clit, matching the rhythm of his cock moving inside you. You almost feel tears sting your eyes as your pleasure heightens to a level you’re sure you’ve never felt before. It’s so pleasurable it’s almost painful. Druig can feel how close you are, your walls beginning to contract around him.

“Alright kitten, you can cum” he whispers. "Cum for me little one” he urges.

And with that you cross the threshold into mind-blowing pleasure. Your cries are pitiful as you clench around Druig, squeezing him with your walls. Your vision blurs and your toes curl, your entire body exploding with pleasure.

“You’re squeezing me so good kitten, so fucking tight for me” he pants as you feel his brutal pace finally start to falter. He rocks into you a few more times before he stills, his cock pulsing inside you as he fills you up with his load. He stays inside you for a minute, the two of breathing heavy and sweating. You’re completely fucked out, unsure you even have the strength to move let alone stand after this.

Druig grunts as he finally pulls out of you, leaving you still panting heavily underneath him. You moan as you feel his cum leak out of you, that all too familiar feeling from the first time he had ever fucked you. You feel Druig place a hand between your shoulder blades, keeping you in place on the mattress. You then feel his lips trail down your back, kissing and biting down your body. He grazes his lips all the way down your body until he eventually reaches your ass. He bites deeply into one of your cheeks, causing a surprised cry to sound from you. He sucks on the sore skin, pulling blood to the surface, working his very best to make sure a significant bruise would be left there later.

Once he’s done sucking his mark into your flesh he moves lower down again. He uses his hands to lift your hips slightly, pushing your cunt up into the air. You feel gravity pull his cum further out of you, dripping it forwards between your folds. You moan again at the sensation. Druig then uses his hands to spread your cheeks open, baring your ruined pussy. A deep groan escapes him.

“Fuck kitten, this is the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen. Your ruined cunt, dripping with my cum” he moans. “I think you need to see this for yourself little one."

You suddenly feel your head empty again. Your vision swims as Druig takes over your mind. He forces his view upon you, showing your own drenched pussy, Druig’s white liquid pooling out of you. You both moan in sync at the sight of it.

Your vision suddenly returns as you feel Druig dive into your cunt tongue-first. You cry out and try to jerk away, feeling too sensitive and overstimulated for any more. But Druig holds your hips in place harshly. He eats away at you like a starving man, his tongue darting in and out of your wrecked entrance.

“Ugh the taste of me inside you might just the most delicious thing I’ve ever had” he moans into your cunt. You whine, still trying to pull away from him, your cunt protesting the actions of his tongue.

“Shhhh kitten. Come on, you can take it. Just one more. One more for me” he coos, licking a stripe all the way through your folds before returning to fuck you with his tongue.

You cry out loud again as you begin to feel pressure build in your lower belly again. It hurts, your entire body feeling tight, like a spring condensing. Tears slip down your cheeks from the overwhelming sensations, your hands balling into the sheets desperately. Your hips are bucking pathetically, this time in an attempt to move away from Druig rather than grind into him. He just relentlessly continues his actions, even moving one of his hands underneath you to circle at your clit again as he carries on tongue-fucking you.

A sob racks through you as you finally feel the spring snap, your fourth orgasm rocking through you. Your entire body shakes and convulses as you cry and cum on Druig’s tongue. He continues to lap at you until your body physically starts to writhe away from him, the touch just too much for your overstimulated and overly sensitive pussy. He then finally relents, taking his mouth off of you. You feel the bed dip as he comes to lie beside you.

“Feel better now little one?” He teases you harshly as you continue to cry softly, burying your head in the sheets, still too incoherent to form any real response. He laughs again.

“Not so snarky anymore are you kitten?”

Fuck you really hated this man.

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[forever-rogue]

45 on touching for bucky?

AN | I made this soft, so I hope you enjoy!

Warnings | mentions of injury

Word Count | 1.3k

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Prompt Used | 45. Feeling Their Temperature

Masterlist | Bucky, Main

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“You’re making a big deal out of nothing,” you insisted as you swatted his hand from your forehead, as you burrowed your face into the pillows, “I'm just tired and achy. I'll sleep it off."

"You're running a fever, sugar," the corners of Bucky's mouth were drawn in a deep frown but his eyes were filled with concern, "you're getting sick."

"Am not," you huffed lightly, knowing he was right but also not wanting to admit that little fact. You'd rather drag your weak and pained body around for a few days and pretend all is fine than to have Bucky know you're sick.

It wasn't that you didn't trust or anything, you just knew he went...overboard with a lot of things. Like worrying. About you. You specifically. You were his chosen person, the light of his life, the calm in his stormy seas, and he would have rather gone to hell and back multiple times than to have anything happen to you.

Including something as simple as the flu. The last time you'd even come down with some sniffles, he'd shifted into an overprotective mood and basically refused to leave your side until he was positive you were feeling better. It wasn't that you didn't love it or him, but it was a lot. You were a mere human with a weak immune system, at least compared to him, he'd often reminded you.

"Why do you even attempt to lie to me?" He asked you as you groaned and pulled the blanket up and over your face, "I can see right through you."

"I know babe," you murmured from behind your little cocoon, "and I love you - so much - but you worry too much. It's not going to kill me...I can just sleep it off. Just because I’m not superhuman like you, doesn’t mean I need to be babied.”

Bucky was silent for a few moments, huffing lightly before gently pulling back the cover. You peeked at him with one eye, causing him to ease up, fighting back the ghost of a smile, “I know you’re a strong, capable, and independent woman, but that doesn’t mean you can’t ask for help. Let me take care of you, you persistent little thing.”

You had to admit that you were quickly starting to feel terrible, and having his help wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. He was your person after all...hmm.

“Okay,” you agreed with a pathetic little nod, “but only if you promise not to go overboard.”

“I…” he was about to argue with you, but decided against it, “okay, fine. You get some sleep for now, and I’ll make some soup so it’ll be ready after you nap. Yes?”

“Yes,” you offered a weak little smile before closing your eyes again and pulling the covers tightly around your form. Bucky stood up, gently touching your cheek before heading towards the kitchen, “James?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you,” you murmured softly before feeling the sweet embrace of slumber win over. He stood there and watched you for a few moments before whispering the sentiment right back to you.

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You padded slowly down the hall at the delicious smell of whatever Bucky was making. You’d checked your phone when you’d woken up and found that you’d been sleeping for a few hours; the grumble in your stomach had convinced you to get up.

Alpine meowed softly as soon as she saw you, hopping off the couch to greet, but giving you away at the same time. She sat at your feet before rubbing her head against your legs as you reached down to pet her lightly. You were quickly interrupted, however, by a loud and pointed throughout clear from the kitchen.

“What are you doing out of bed?” he asked as he came over towards, worry etched in his features, despite his best efforts, “you should be sleeping.”

“I woke up,” you shrugged before flopping on the couch and wrapping the big blanket around yourself to keep from shivering, “and was hungry. I smelled the soup.”

“It’s almost done,” he looked you over before pressing a kiss to your forehead, “you need to relax - I could have brought it to you in bed.”

“I’m not totally incapable of doing anything,” you insisted as Alpine jumped on your lap for pets, “besides, I want to be near you. Although...I don’t want to get you sick either. But it’s probably too late for that, huh? Sorry babe.”

“I’ll be fine, sugar,” he insisted, the knowledge that he was unlikely to be affected by anything you caught on the forefront of his mind, “it’ll take more than a little flu to take me out.”

“Haha,” you stuck your tongue out at him, “thank you for reminding me just how inferior I am to you.”

“You are far superior to anything I could ever be,” he insisted as he went back to the kitchen to bring over some of whatever magical soup he had concocted, “now relax and we’ll eat. Perhaps a bath after that - it should help you warm up.”

“Are you going to be joining me?” you gave him the most pleading of looks as he just laughed lightly before nodding in agreement, “it’s just in case I get too weak and sleep and sink under the water.”

“Of course,” he promised with a knowing little wink, “for your safety, and only that.”

“My hero,” you sighed dreamily as you snuggled with your kitty and watched him. It always hit you at the oddest times, just how much you loved him. Sometimes it was enough to stop your world whole and take the breath right out of your lungs. He had come into your life so unexpectedly, but you thanked your lucky stars that he did; he was all that you had ever dreamed of.

“Hey,” he pulled you out of your thoughts as he stood in front of you, two bowls of steaming soup in his hands, “where’d you go?”

“Nowhere,” you promised softly, “just thinking.”

You gently took one of the bowls before patting the spot next to you for him to sit down. He followed suit while still watching you curiously, “just thinking, huh?”

“About you.” you admitted after swallowing a heaping spoonful of delicious chicken noodle soup, “about how much I love you.”

“Me?” he asked, a surprised little smile on his features, “why me?”

“Oh James,” you sighed wistfully, “I love you for so many reasons in so many ways. You are my home, and always have my heart. One of the many things I love about you is that you always do things like this for me - take care of me when I’m being a grumpy crab.”

“You’d do the same for me,” he replied, a flush covering his cheeks.

“I would,” you agreed, “because I love you more than anything.”

“And I you,” he beamed, “but that doesn’t mean you’re getting out of me taking care of you.”

“Wouldn’t plan on it Sergeant,” you promised, “but I mean it - I love you more than anything, you know that right?”

“I do,” he leaned in and kissed the top of your head, “I do.”

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[sugawara-sweetheart]

𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔱𝔢 (𝔪)

❥sugawara kōshi x ta fem!reader

❥summary: sugawara can’t stop thinking about the pretty ta and what a wonderful mother she’d be

❥warnings: dubcon/noncon, forced breeding, brief lactation kink, yandere/obsessive behaviour, delusion

❥word count: 2.4k

❦note: miss nads (@obscureamor) <3333 gave me this idea like she literally said bitch fuck takeda x student (i came for her man) write this instead so here it is!!! nads if you see this (which you shouldn't bc I told you not to read my work) ily <3

whether it was sheer luck or destiny that you were the new teaching assistant for sugawara’s class of thirty-something little five year olds, he didn’t know but either way sugawara woke every morning with a bright smile, your face burning in the back of his eyelids, and a thankful prayer on his tongue that god had placed you in his life.

you were absolutely radiant. beautiful, feminine, elegant yet so tender, you were a bundle of warmth and goodness that made his day so much brighter. every day at work was pure joy when you were around it was no surprise he’d fallen in love with you so quickly, how could he not? so delicate and so sweet, his students weren’t the only one completely captivated by you.

he’d watch every morning when the students came into the classroom, beaming toothy grins on their chubby, flushed faces as they ran to you, hugging your legs as they clamoured to tell you about their weekends, how they got a new pet and went to the park and got new toys. any sane adult would go insane surrounded by a gaggle of loud, squealing children but not you. so patient and lovely, you crouch down to be eye level with the children, smiling as you laugh at their stories. and so angelic, sugawara is sure you’ve fallen straight from heaven with how beautiful your laugh is when it rings through the classroom and he can’t resist fluttering his eyes shut, searing it into memory like he does with everything of you. your sweet scent of jasmine perfume and lotion that lingers in his nose every time you step close to him is the same scent he’s filled his home with- jasmine candles and diffusers and plants along the window sills and patio- so that he can imagine he’s surrounded by you, that you’re with him when he’s cooking and bathing and eating, when he’s humping his pillow and groaning into his hand, wishing it was your plush body he was rutting into, that it’s your lips swallowing his moans instead of his clammy palms.

there’s no doubt about it. sugawara knows his future lies with you, it’s all he thinks about. he sees how you speak so gently to the shy kid who tucks themselves away in the corner of the classroom, how your eyes soften and you smile so encouragingly. he sees how much the children adore you, and he knows you adore them too, that you’re always ready to read to them and compliment their brightly-coloured, blobby drawings of stickmen and you sound so genuine, so happy. and you’re so beautiful too- you look so pretty in your clothes that accentuate all your curves and compliment your skin tone, that you always smell so fresh and clean with your hair perfectly styled, your lips that alluring crimson shade of red that always has sugawara’s eyes dipping down to gaze at them. he wants to know how they taste, how you taste, how you feel, how you’d moan his name, how beautiful you’d look swollen with his child.

it’s fate, sugawara decides. it’s fate that you became his TA and you’re just his perfect, wonderful woman. he knows that he doesn’t have to seek for a soulmate anymore because he’s already found you.

a smile grows on his face as he watches you clean up the scraps of paper the children have left littered all over the table and floor. it’s past four, the school quiet with the sky outside darkening into indigo, the tangerine sun setting in the distance. you’re so helpful and all throughout the arts and crafts session you helped the students so well. you’d make such a perfect mother, sugawara knows you would. he can see it, he can see how well you’d raise his child, how he could come home from work to have you, the love of his life, greet him at the door with his child, how you’d kiss him and show him the beautiful drawing your child did. a little stickman drawing of mummy and daddy and baby and the family pet cat all outside a little cartoonish house with the yellow sun in the corner, complete with a smiley face.

“you do so much for me, y/n.” sugawara smiles as he gets to his feet from his desk, strolling over towards you. you laugh as he approaches, glancing back from where you’re stood leaning over the table and trying to wipe glitter off the wood.

“i’m just doing my job, sugawara sensei.” your pure, radiant smile and crinkled eyes sends blood rushing to his cock, and from the way you’re half bent your skirt hugs your ass so well he knows he can’t hold back anymore. you tense slightly as he stands behind you, close enough that you’re almost pressed against him and your smile falters as he gently places his hands over your shoulders.

“you always do it so well. you’re always so good with the kids.  i know you’ll make a brilliant mother.” his words sound sweet but you don’t quite smile at them, your body stilling even more and an anxious laugh falls from your lips as sugawara brushes your hair out of your way, sweeping it over one shoulder.

“thanks, sensei, i appreciate that but-” he doesn’t see the look of discomfort on your face, not when his cock throbs as he pushes it against your ass, eliciting a sharp gasp from you as your mouth drops open with startled surprise.

“please, call me kōshi.” he almost wanted to laugh- there’s no need for formalities here, not when he was ready to secure his love with you, just like he’d been waiting for months. “i think we’re ready to be on first name basis.”

you swallow, eyes clenching shut when his lips press against your jaw. your skin is soft and your scent is so sweet it just makes sugawara hungrier as his kisses grow heavier. he pushes you into the table, sucking and nibbling on your sensitive skin as you shudder in his hold, but you don’t resist his hands that roam your body till they reach your hips, grasping them tight. you’re just frozen, eyes wide and your bottom lip trembling.

“sugawa- k-kōshi, what are you doing- this isn’t profes-” you glance worriedly at the door and sugawara just chuckles as he turns you around, nudging you onto the desk as he gently holds your chin, stroking his thumb over your cheek.

“don’t worry, nobody will see. and even if they do,” his smile grows as he leans in closer, his lips ghosting yours as his eyes sparkle. “what does it matter when we’re in love?” he doesn’t see the confusion, the panic, etched on your face as his lips meet yours, his kiss passionate and ferverous as his fingers thread through your hair, holding you in place. he moans into your lips when your hands slide up his chest, pressing against him and like an aphrodisiac, it just makes him hungrier as he ruts his clothed erection against you.

“y/n,” he groans when you push him away, your face crumpling but sugawara just snatches your hand, pressing it against his painfully hard cock. “look what you do to me, i need you so bad.” all he’s been thinking about for months is this moment- this chance to fuck you and fill your warm cunt with his cum, pump you so full of his seed you’ll definitely be swollen with his child. he can already see it; your glowing skin and heavy breasts and how he’d massage your sore nipples for you, maybe even taste the droplets of white milk they leak. you’d taste so good and your stomach would be so round and swollen with his child.

“we can’t do this, please.” your voice is a meek little whimper, cutting through his fantasies but easily silenced as he kisses you hungrily, swallowing your protesting whines.

“yes we can,” he breaks apart for a moment, lips wet with your mixed salivas to wink at you cheekily. you don’t even smile. “it’s kind of exciting to do it where we could get caught.”

shock paints over your face as you squirm, your nails clinging to his wrists when he pushes you flat onto the desk but you’re no match for his strength as he readily unbuttons your shirt, rutting into your clothed cunt as he settles between your leg.

“su- kōshi- wait-” your skirt rides up, bunching up around your waist as your cheeks burn with embarrassment, sugawara’s body blocking you from pressing your legs shut and with his clothed erection rubbing against your folds you can’t deny the slick beginning to build.

“it’s okay, let’s just be quick.” sugawara laughs as his fingers tug down the cups of your bra. you gasp as your tits fall out, hands moving to cover yourself up but he’s quicker, his fingers twining with yours as he presses them to the desk and wraps his lips around the pebbling buds, lapping and sucking on them. one day they’ll be filled with milk, enough to sustain his child and it’ll taste so sweet, so wonderful coming from you.

“but i don’t think-” a soft sigh falls from your lips despite the look of anguish painted on your face but it just makes sugawara groan, his cock throbbing as his fingers find your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub through your dampening panties.

“shush, it’s okay, angel.” he grins. “i know your pussy’s going to feel so good around my cock. i know you will.” your hand tightens around his entwined fingers as the coil tightens in the pit of your stomach, your toes curling in your shoes as the pleasure builds but before you can come, sugawara pulls away, chuckling when your mouth falls open with surprise.

“you can cum on my cock, sweetie.” he coos, kissing you sweetly as his fingers hook under the waistband of your panties, tugging them down as you squirm.

“w-wait but- but you need a condom-” you’re cut off with a pained moan when he slaps his fingers against your pussy, your hips jerking before he tugs down his pants.

“aw, let me fuck you properly, my angel.” his hard cock slaps against his clothed stomach, painfully hard with the flushed head leaking beads of precum. you struggle slightly but the hand on his hip does nothing to prevent sugawara from sliding his cock along your folds before he plunges it into your hole, head falling back with a heavy moan.

it feels like heaven for him. your warm walls cling to his throbbing length, slick squelching as he fills up your cunt, stretching out your tight walls. your pussy tightens around him when you squirm, a string of soft moans falling from your lips and despite the tears building in your eyes, despite your bottom lip quivering and your body shaking as nothing but utter fear and pain is etched across your face, all sugawara can think about is how right this feels.

“oh, baby, you’re so beautiful.” he coos, rolling your nipples between his fingers as a small sob escapes you. “you’re taking my cock so well. your pussy’s so good,” his smile grows as he leans close to you. “just like you were made for me.” he pulls out of you, his length coated in a thick sheen of your wetness before he slams back in, eliciting loud moans from you both. your eyes clench shut as sugawara fucks you, each thrust a deep stroke with his cockhead nudging towards your cervix, letting you feel every inch of his veiny length.

“such a good girl.” he murmurs, grinding his pubic bone against your clit with every thrust and flicking his tongue against your nipples. “you’re taking my cock so well.” your moan is choked with a sob at his words, one of your hands clawing into the table and the other trapped in sugawara’s, your nails piercing crescents into the back of his hand.

“k-kōshi- hurts!” each thrust slams against your cervix, a dull ache rushing through you as you jerk but sugawara just shushes you gently, groaning as his fingers find your clit, swirling the bud slowly.

“sh, it’s okay- fuck-” his thrusts become sloppier and harder, wetness squelching lewdly, when he brushes against a sensitive spot that has your walls tightening around him. beads of sweat glisten off his flushed face as he fucks you faster. “i’ll make you cum, and then i’ll fill up this pretty cunt with my cum.”

your eyes shoot open, red and filled with tears and rounded with shock as you shake your head wildly.

“no! i’m- i’m not on the pill- you can’t-” your feeble protests are drowned out by sugawara’s deep groan, a manic gleam in his eyes as he pounds into you harder. his thrusts are hard, pain shooting through you and panic overriding the pleasure as you squirm desperately, trying to pull away from his cock but with his chest pressed against yours, you’re trapped.

“you’ll look so pretty swollen with my child. i’ll cum so deep in you i’ll fuck a baby in you.” he pants heavily against your face between the sloppy kisses he presses to your skin, looking dizzy with the pleasure rushing through him.

“s-stop, i’m begging you!” the tears streaming down your face and the weak kick of your legs should’ve evoked pity in sugawara but for some reason, it just makes the throbbing in his cock harder, the pressure building in the pit of his stomach as he groans, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“you’ll be all mine.”

his teeth bite into the soft skin of your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark when his cock twitches, thrusts staggering. you gasp, stilling as his cum floods your cunt, warm sticky ropes of it filling you up and your heart sinks as you realise there’s so much of it. but sugawara just pins you against the table, his softening cock keeping the cum plugged in your cunt as he traces kisses along your jaw, caressing your soft cheeks and not minding about the tears rolling down them.

“so beautiful, you’ll look so beautiful with my child.” he smiles tenderly. “we’re going to be such a happy family.”

#darkconfectionery #tw.noncon #tw.dubcon #tw.forcedbreeding #tw.breeding #tw.pregnancy #tw.yandere #yandere!sugawara #yandere sugawara #yandere sugawara x reader #yandere sugawara imagines #yandere sugawara fic #yandere haikyuu #yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere haikyuu imagines #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #sugawara imagines #sugawara x reader #neems’ queueueuuee :3

[zackcrazyvalentine]

I ONLY SENT YOU SIMPING AND BRAINROT SCENARIOS TILL NOW SO HERE I COME WITH AN ANGSTY ONE

what if ever since mc came into twisted wonderland they’ve been slowly absorbing magic ? like their body started to adapt themselves to the logic of these worlds and its just accumulate inside of them

so they’re absorbing magic but the problem is they also absorbs the blot and since they don’t have anything to clear it it just stays stagnant .

life goes on grim’s overblot is over , but then mc fainted .

well i mean who wouldn’t be tired after such battle ? multiple persons have been injured so that isn’t really that worrying right ?

well mc isn’t waking up

one day , one week , and still no sign of mc waking up .

everyone is desperate for them to wake up but nothing works . none of the potions crewel and vil worked , sam’s friends on the other side don’t have any solution , and no matter how many dark spells lilia knows it surely doesn’t help him in any ways. heck crowley even put aside his pride and asked help from rsa’s headmaster

but one day they did wake up , but something wrong . their once bright eyes were replaced by lifeless orbs , as if all the light had been sucked from them .

grim has never so guilty in his life but tried to look on the brighter side of things ! he tell them about how ace and deuce are still as stupid as ever , how riddle went off on floyd again or the way epel mocks vil behind his back when his lessons are too harsh !

but even as he looks so happy , he can’t help but feel this immense void in his heart

“hey henchmen ... when are you coming back ?”

they don’t respond when you talk to them , when you touch them , they just stare into the void .

Anon..... oh, anon..... WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO MY HEART ?!?!?! 😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

I can tolerate and soak up that good angst of the boys feeling guilty for something that happened to MC......BUT GRIM?!?!?! MY HEART, DID YOU HEAR IT SHATTER?!?!?! 😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

THIS IS ANGST SO MUCH ANGST

[Anon's explanation about MC's state]

-- -- --

MC is like doll now, only breathing and staring into the void. Sometimes, they follow a request or order given by someone.

Heartslabyul's tea parties aren't as merry as they used to be. MC just sits there, staring at their cup, occasionally taking sips when Riddle suggests them to try the warm drink. Ace and Deuce can't even crack a smile in the Prefect's presence, not when they're a hollow husk of their sassy self. Cater and Trey feel uncomfortable crossing stares with MC, they rarely look up from their cup or slice of tart. Deuce, more often than not, finds himself crying at night after the parties

Riddle is trying his best every night, searching through his mother's old books back home for a possible remedy... The pages are wrinkled from the many tears he's shed while reading, heart aching for their friend.

--

Ruggie feels his chores heavier than ever. It's because MC is no longer coming to lend a hand as they used to. The bags under his eyes became more prominent with how late he stays up, looking up at the ceiling as he keeps mourning for MC's lost soul.

Jack is seen more often in his wolf form, howling at the moon... Anything to shed his tears and scream his sorrow out in a less noticeable way. He often struts over to MC while they're sitting outside Ramshackle, and pushes his furry head into their lap and hands, wishing HOPING to one day feel their delicate hands pet him again.

Everyone can see how Leona secludes himself to his room, people have begun comparing him to Idia.... But, unlike what they think, he's not sleeping. On the contrary, he's staying awake, tearing through many books from his homeland about occult magic and resurrection. After all, only someone with enough money would be able to buy such forbidden knowledge.

He won't let his herbivore live on like this, not if his country knows a way to bring them back.

--

Azul could feel himself thread the edge of insanity. Would it kill him to go through a second overblot? ....would that be better than living on without MC's company?

He will search far and wide through all of Wonderland's oceans and lakes, lagoons and swamps, for a Unique Magic holder than can revert back the blot... or time.... He will give his everything away in a contract to have such magic as his

Jade and Floyd can see the deep cracks in Azul, he's turning into an unfit leader.... It would be best for them to take his role

But they don't want to, for their hearts are cracked like his

Floyd is easier to go on rampages, and Jade is so indifferent to the word outside of his hobbies. If it weren't for their collective love for MC, Floyd would have tried hurting them to see if that wakes MC up.

They never felt so empty and unamused

--

Kalim's heart physical aches whenever he sees Grim and MC. He's tried, tried all he could

Singing, dancing, playing music, throwing million parties, hugging them, whispering how much he loves them right on their ear... but nothing

He may not be the smartest, but the white haired boy is perseverant and eager to learn: he spends his days in the alchemy room along with Vil and Crewel, researching the poison that is a magician's blot

Jamil never felt so useless, mind clouded with many "if only" scenarios that make him blame himself for MC's situation

If only he hadn't overblotted, if only he hadn't sent them flying off to the ends of the earth, if only he had noticed the poison clinging to their soul sooner.... If only....

Why didn't he realize the blot developing in their body? It was only natural, after spending so much time in Twisted Wonderland without any buffer for the magical energy on this place

If only he could take their place...

--

Vil never left the alchemy room or Pomefiore's underground laboratory. He spent every day researching how to revert MC's ailments

He only ever left the labs to go into Ramshackle and help the Prefect prepare for the day. Whenever he got to putting on their makeup, Vil can't help but cry at how hollow and dull they look, when they used to be such a warm and radiant soul

Rook was on the same boat, taking his science club duties more serious than ever. He would search in every single ecosystem for any plant, mushroom, hunt down any animal, organ that was needed for even the slightest help for MC

And Epel.... All he could do was scream and punch his pillow, cursing fate and how sick the world is. What did an innocent, magicless person from another world do to deserve this?!

He will often go sit besides MC and carve apples for them, of their favorite flower, their zodiac sign, their favorite animal, and those carvings they loved most of his

...but the fruits will always rot, just like their once beautiful soul

--

Idia, who was already barely seen outside, hides deeper in his room

The internet is a place full of information, knowledge... Forbidden knowledge

The shut-in and his little brother are always monitoring EVERY SINGLE portal on the internet, be it on the surface or deep DEEP down in the depths

But what tortures him the most.... Is his very own room This is the place he mad many memories with MC in, every corner of his room echoes with their laughter and gentle voice Like a ghost haunting him from now until forever

Ortho is left to wonder how fickle a human's soul is, their body so fragile But was this really in their fate? Or was it an unexpected outcome not even destiny could foretell?

"I miss you... I want to play more. Wake up soon, [Name][Surname]-san" A strange wavering in his voice was heard, followed by a knot in his throat.

--

Diasomia dorm is always under a storm cloud, green lightning striking the ground surrounding it

Fae have magic beyond a simple human's comprehension, even more so dark fae There MUST be someone in Valley of Thorns that will heed the Prince's call for aid

"The story of old..." Malleus muttered one night, snapping even the sleep-prone knight into attention. "Calls... for True Love's kiss, after the princess was cursed."

Lilia can feel his heart ache for the young dragon. "These are very different situations, Malleus." Yet the bat utters no words

Sebek understands what his precious Lord is getting to. "I shall ask Grim to leave the door open tomorrow night."

Silver nodded along his fellow guard, "If there is anything we can procure, do not hesitate on asking for it, Malleus-sama"

Vanrouge sighed, "It doesn't hurt to try." "Steady heart, goal clear in mind. Do not waver in your actions, my Prince, hesitation never helps when working with curses."

The disheveled royal finally straightened up, eyes red and puffy from how long he's cried and how little he sleeps. "Sebek, go to Ramshackle. We must try it out... now"

--

Grim dealt with the worst blow

It unsettled him to live with such a different MC. Even the Ghosts were unsettled and hurting from what happened to their friend.

"But I will keep sleeping on your chest, ye hear?! As long as I keep hearing your heartbeat, I will guide you back with my warmth and my blue flames! Just.... just make sure to follow my path, yes?"

"[Name]... we miss you so much... don't leave yet, not yet, not like this..."

"Follow my flames, like I always followed your light... Please?"

-- -- --

My heart was shattered right as I was all happy and giggly about Disney savvy MC stuff.... B O Y, WAS I NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT

SO NOW YOU COME SUFFER WITH ME

#zask #twisted wonderland #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #octavinelle #scarabia #pomefiore #ignihyde #diasomnia #angst #sips tears

[spacegoldilocks]

Don’t Be Shy

Bjorn Ironside x F!Reader

Summary: Bjorn catches you having some alone time while he’s gone and decides to punish you for it a little bit.

Tags/warnings: NSFW, smut, f masturbation, edging, dom!Bjorn vibes, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), language, no use of Y/N

Word count: 2.4k

He’d been out all day and was practically running through the village to get to you. He kept thinking about how gorgeous you looked last night - how you straddled his lap, taking your pleasure from him before begging him to fuck you into the bed.

It was all he had thought about, making him lose concentration when training and almost getting knocked to the ground. And it’s still all he can think about as he rounds the corner and pushes open the door to your bedroom.

“What do you think you are doing?”

Your eyes shoot open, and you immediately shut your legs at the sound of his voice and take your hand away from between them.

“Bjorn-“

“Do not stop for me.” He muses, gazing down at your form on the bed from the doorway. He admires the thin, soft furs that are haphazardly thrown across your naked body - obscuring your chest from his view - and the way your knees are drawn up tight but clamped shut. “Show me what you were doing.”

Your husband had told you he wouldn’t be long - he was just going out to train on the outskirts of Kattegat with some of his men. But you couldn’t help yourself. You had thought about him all day and about how good and rough he was with you last night and how much you needed it from him again.

He smirks, watching you consider what he said as he crosses his arms. “Don’t be shy now, pretty girl.”

You run your hand back down your stomach and through your curls, pressing a finger through your slit to repeat your movements from earlier for him.

“Let me see you.”

You look at him - into his eyes - as you let your knees fall apart. His jaw twitches and eyes narrow as they drop from your face to your core, watching as you expose your glistening cunt to him. There’s little light in the room, and only the candles that line the walls are able to cast light anywhere, the flames basking your body in a warm glow that highlights the shine between your legs.

“So fucking wet.” He says, chewing on his bottom lip.

You slide a finger through your folds, collecting your wetness to bring it to your clit. “For you.”

His eyebrow quirks. “For me?”

You nod, then let your head settle on the plush pillows behind you.

He stays leaning against the frame of the door, and you’re all too aware that anyone could walk past and see you, they’d only have to look past the broadness of his shoulders to see your naked form in a sea of fur blankets, fingers dipping into your cunt. But, perhaps that’s why he enjoys this. And so do you. The thrill.

He watches as you work your fingers against your clit, drawing slow circles before becoming faster when you feel yourself getting closer and closer. He studies the way you throw your head back and use your free hand to play with your nipples as your hand moves frantically to seek your climax, and how your hips jolt when you find the right angle.

You’re close, and your back arches away from the bed beneath you and your hips buck against your hand as you chase and wait for your peak to wash over you. You’re close, you’re close and-

“Wait. Stop.”

You do as you're told, letting your back settle into the blankets again and looking at him for an explanation.

He pushes off of the door, closing it as he strides over to you on the bed. Your eyes follow him as he circles around the bed, lying down next to you on his side, propping his head up with his elbow.

He takes a finger, teasing it over your skin - using it to hook under the fabric thrown across your body to expose your stiff nipples to the colder air and lets his fingertip ghost over it.

“Will you do something for me?”

He watches your chest rise and fall heavily as you carefully observe the movements of his fingers. You whine a small ‘yes’.

“Touch yourself again.”

“Wh-?”

He shushes you. “Just trust me.”

You nod your head as you look into his gorgeous pleading eyes. He swiftly pinches one of your nipples as you reach a hand between your legs again.

“Good girl.” He praises, using his index finger to tilt your head to be level with his. “Now, put two fingers inside that pretty little cunt.”

You do as he says, teasing your entrance with your tips of your fingers before pushing them deep inside, letting your mouth fall open in delight.

“How does it feel?”

Your breathing becomes heavier as you start to pump your fingers, hooking them to press against that soft spot inside you. “Wonderful, my love.”

“Good - keep doing that.”

Bjorn spreads his hand across your jaw, holding you in place as he kisses you - dipping his tongue into your mouth and teasing your tongue with his own. His kisses are hot and frantic, barely giving you a chance to breathe as his lips hungrily assault yours.

Your shared room fills with wet sounds - the smack of your lips and tongues colliding, and the slick, obscene noises of your fingers pressing into your pussy.

His hand travels lower as you draw closer again, and you eagerly anticipate what he’s about to do. His fingers glide over the smooth planes of your body, creeping up to your hand that works two of your fingers into your cunt. You prepare yourself to come undone for him, but his grip suddenly becomes tight around your hand - so tight that your movements stop and you fade away from that high once again.

He takes your hand away from your core, bringing it to his lips where he takes your drenched fingers into his mouth, sucking them down to the knuckle and swirling his tongue in between them. He screws his eyes shut, savouring your flavour and mulling over your delicious taste.

You’re in awe watching him as he delights in the taste of your arousal, unable to stop the quiet remark of wonder that leaves your lips. “Fuck…”

He hums in delight as he lets your fingers leave his mouth.

Your voice is high and hoarse - croaking out your words as you come down from a second denied high. “Bjorn, what are you doing?”

He huffs a small laugh, the corners of his mouth turning up devilishly at your question. “I’m teaching you that you should only touch what’s mine when I tell you to.”

You feel your cunt clench and a new wave of arousal flood between your legs at his words. Mine. “So tell me what to do.”

His tongue comes out to wet his lips at the same time his fingers tweak one of your nipples, causing you to moan. “Put one of those fingers back.”

“Just one?”

“Just one.” He confirms.

You dip a single finger back through your folds, dodging your clit to push the pad of your digit against your opening, letting your slick ease the way for it to slip inside you. It barely satiates your burning desire - you need more. You still let out a small sob at every curl of your lone finger, but you both know you need more.

He lets you carry on, though, for a short while, until he gives in. “Another.”

You slip a second finger into your cunt, and the squelching of your pussy gets louder - filling the room will the lewdest, prettiest sounds Bjorn’s ever heard. He whispers every word against your ear, not wanting to take away from those delicious sounds. “Are you touching that spot you like?”

You cry out ‘yes’ as you curl your fingers even more to press into the place he talks about.

“Good.” His voice is low and gravelly but sweet like honey in your ears. “Add one more.”

“Bjorn-”

He gets up from your side, settling between your legs and resting his palms on the tops of your knees, inching them apart as subtly as he can manage when he wants nothing more than to force your legs apart and bury his face between them.

“I know you can do it, pretty girl.” He says, looking at you with eyes darkened by lust.

You bite down on your lip before slowly stuffing a third finger into your drenched cunt, the only resistance being from the stretch.

“Good.” You don’t see the way he starts palming himself through his trousers watching you use three of your fingers to fuck yourself, nor the way his tongue darts out to lick over his lips. “That’s good.”

You start to moan louder, and then he can’t help himself. His other hand reaches out, brushing his thumb over the peak of your clit. You jump under his touch, breaking out in goosebumps as he touches you where you crave him for the first time.

He watches your shining body convulse, signalling to him that you’re agonisingly close. He grazes the pad of his thumb over your clit a few more times before he stops - and stops the movements of your own hand too.

You look at him, silently begging him to give you your release. You see the look in his eyes that tells you he’s considering it, considering giving into your sorry, exhausted look.

You whisper his name, taking your fingers from your cunt as you plead with him.

“Let me.” He whispers back, caressing the tops of your thighs as his hand glides further towards your core.

He eases one of his thick fingers into you, stroking your walls before he adds another. You grew accustomed to three of your fingers, but two of his feels fucking perfect - much thicker and longer than yours. He works and curls them into your cunt, thrusting them into you as hard and fast as he pleases.

But he knows what he’s doing. Every time he feels you bear down on him and your walls clench around his fingers he slows. He never stops - only relaxes his pace enough for your peak to fade away as quickly as it approached. He runs his hand over your thigh as his fingers gently pet your walls.

You quickly lose count of how many times you feel the warmth settle in your stomach only to have it ripped away and be replaced with a cold sweat that makes tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

Your body trembles below him, with a damp layer covering your skin - dripping across your forehead and behind your knees.

Bjorn takes in your form, seeing the heaviness of your eyes and the way your lips part so prettily to let your rapid breaths out. He sighs, dropping lower to plant feathery kisses along your inner thigh. He keeps slowly pumping his fingers, making sure you stay wet and lovely and pliable for him.

His kisses draw nearer to your core, where his fingers work not nearly as hard as you need them to. You whimper as you feel his hot breath fan over your cunt and you jump as he touches his lips so gently to the top of your slit.

“Do you want me to let you cum?”

“Bjorn, please.” You look down at him, eyes glassy and brain fogged. “Please let me.”

“Okay.” You feel his fingers coil against that spot again, and you wrench your eyes shut. “Since you asked so nicely.”

He pumps faster - only by a mere fraction. But he dips his tongue through your folds, collecting the excess wetness there and drawing tight, slow patterns over your clit.

Your hips try to buck up, chasing whatever he gives you, but his hand comes over your abdomen to anchor you down against the bed. You’ll take what he gives you.

You think he’s going to go harder - as hard and relentless as he normally gives it to you. Only, he doesn’t. He’s slow and torturous and he makes you fucking work for it. He circles his tongue slowly and his beard scratches against the sensitive skin of your thighs and cunt as his fingers ease in and out of you.

You feel it before you even have time to tell him about it. He strokes you with his fingers and his tongue and it feels so fucking good that your toes curl as your body begins to spasm under him.

It’s too much all at once.

Your skin burns and you feel your lower muscles draw up tight and your body goes rigid. You feel the fire spread from the pit of your stomach out, taking over your entire body as he finally lets you hit your peak.

Your eyes roll back as a hoarse cry makes its way out of your throat. There’s nowhere for your hips to go with him holding them down but your back curls away from the bed with the sheer force of how hard you cum.

He hurls you through it - never relenting his assault on your pussy as his fingers pump into you and he latches onto you clit and sucks.

Your body writhes and jerks, completely under his mercy. You cry out his name, pleading with him to take it easy on you.

Bjorn, please, oh my- Bjorn.

Your hands fly down to his that lay sprawled across your stomach, tightly wrapping your hands around his fingers as your body goes tight, pulled taut like the string of a bow, and any moans or sounds you try to make get trapped at the bottom of your throat.

He eventually relents, resorting to using a single finger and gently licking his tongue through your slit.

“I think you have a few more in you.” He says abruptly. “Don’t you think?”

You blink down at him, watching as he rises to his knees and starts to unlace the ties keeping his trousers snug at his waist. He waits for you to come down from your high - waits for you to stop looking so dizzy. He slips the top of his trousers down, freeing his cock in the process and preparing to line himself up with your opening.

“Mm-hm.”

Gods, you’ll make sure he catches you more often if this is what happens.

#bjorn ironside x reader #bjorn ironside x you #bjorn x reader #bjorn x you #bjorn ironside #smut #bjorn fanfiction #vikings fanfiction #i am running with the idea that bjorn loves to edge his girl #confession time: i’m not even that hot for bjorn i just have fun writing him

[mywritingonlyfans]

Cornerstone (Yeah, that Arctic Monkeys song) - Fic with Damiano David.

prompt: Damiano used to date your sister, but now that she's dead you're the only thing that can keep her alive for him, making him not worried that he might forget her face.

warnings: none, just pure sadness. Oh, and tysm Evie for the lovely help on this one!!

You remembered well the first time you saw Damiano. It was on the first of many parties you would go in your life, it was the night of your 18th birthday and considering how introverted and reserved you were, your sister, who although looks a lot like you, appearance wise, your personalities were complete opposites, decided that you needed to celebrate in a dignified way. Well, you were two years apart, but her behavior at parties made her seem older than her age, she appeared more experienced, she tolerated drinks well and her charisma was perfect, just right for the party. As much as you always imagined she would be like that, given you were used to seeing her come home late at night on weekends, it was fascinating, even a little intimidating to see for yourself. Basically, Parrot’s Beak was made for her. After 45 minutes of partying, your eyes had noticed Damiano drinking with some friends, his cheekbones were prominent cute, his eyes were striking, and the drink was starting to take effect on his cheeks making them become a lovely, flushed pink - almost like his skin was begging to be kissed. You could replay that moment in your head whenever you wanted, you didn’t even have to close your eyes. Over time, you’ve forced yourself to smile at him, pull your hair out of your eyes between shy glances, trying your hardest to make yourself good-looking for him. It didn’t take long for him to walk towards you, making your nervous and hopeful smile in the process turn into disappointment. You soon realized his glances in between swigs of beer were not for you, but for your sister. He hadn’t even noticed you there, and the sensation that filled your body was painful. That night you accepted you were left out as they walked to the bathroom, and the best to do was to keep your first impressions of Damiano to yourself. It would be the best thing to do; even after the 4-year anniversary of them being together, and of you still finding Damiano stunning.

“You need to stop callin’ me,” you sighed, brushing the back of your hand over your eyes. It was dawn, if she had been there, she would have already made you get up, would have taken the phone from your hands and lay on top of you, making you laugh until you’d fall asleep together. “It’s been almost a year now; you need to stop calling me.”

“But you always make it better,” his drunk voice echoed in your ear. Strange, but you liked listening to him, he spent so many years making her happy that listening to him was like feeling her smiling widely at you after buying chocolate cake at the coffee bar around the corner that you now worked for.

“What do I make better, Damiano?” You asked, prolonging something that didn’t feel right.

“Me,” he sighed deeply, making you do the same. “I like your voice, even more after you’ve woken up, it’s so calm and crystal clear,” He kept talking until your voice broke into a sharp sob as you tried to bite your lip to contain yourself, if she was there she would’ve calmed him down with just a word; but she wasn’t, and he was like that because he didn’t have her anymore.

“I like you Dami, I truly wish you nothing but the best, but I can’t do this anymore,” you verbalized, knowing there were chances of him being oblivious to the fact that he was looking for you because you reminded him of her. “I miss her too, and it’s being too painful.”

With that being said you hung up the phone, pressing it against your chest knowing he would call again next night and then you would pick up, exchange a few words with him, feeling miserable right after for letting him do it again; but the truth was, on the next day you would feel good, not in a healthy way, but in a nostalgic way that would leave you trapped in a cheery image of your sister; whenever she had the opportunity to describe how amazing a date with Damiano was would make you bear through the day.

As you soaked your pillow, the loud music from The Rusty Room along with dancing people made Damiano wet his lips in a dirty smile, his night would be like any other since she was gone, he would get drunk enough to see her face on someone else and would be able to snuggle between the legs of his new salvation or get kicked out for being too much and have no choice but to call you. On nights when his feelings are stronger than before, he would do both. He would call you in hopes that when you answered, you would miraculously become her, then he would tell you about his day and how no one in the band seems to put up with him anymore, and then would wait until you told him it would be okay. Clearly, nothing worked like that in your mind, you were as tough as she was, which was good for him to feel in her presence, but not what he needed at the moment; not least because you had never spoken for more than 5 minutes. That way, he had no choice but to keep looking for her.

Still digesting your dry words, he caught sight of her golden hair and pale skin being bathed in the strong red light, she smiled at him, huddled up in a wicker chair, her eyes was in the same level with his as he wandered up for a closer look, and it felt like it was for the first time, so he came close and kissed her, taking all the air out of her lungs to himself; the random girl wouldn’t mind having another name tonight.

Damiano returned home the next morning in his car, swearing he could still smell her scent on his coat, transmitting it to his seatbelt while he lengthened his trip to the next coffee bar just to be able to feel her presence for longer.

“He’s all yours today!” Your manager said in mock animation.

His eyes were lazy, his lips rosier than usual trapped in a perfect pout, stubble on his face and yet he looked like an angel; but smelling of booze and sleep deprived.

“What do you want?” You asked, observing him up and down; putting on your best character to try to fool him, or yourself. “You need to stop killin’ yourself like that, Dami.” You let your eyes dip into his, and what a regret, now your whole body tingled.

“I just wanna a nice coffee, I need to be alive to work,” he raised his hands in redemption, giving you a cute half smile. His voice as melody and sweet as on the phone. “I just need to calm my mind down, buttercup.”

His whisper ran down your spine, making drops of coffee from the machine splash onto your hand instead of into the cup, your body knew it was wrong, but your mind had liked being called that.

“How’s life?! How’s things goin’, huh, after all that, y’know…” He went on while you gave him his usual hot coffee.

In response, you shook your head, looking around you, cursing the place for not being so busy so that you could have more customers.

“Fine, no more talk, buttercup.” He sounded low and careful this time. You had to take your eyes off him because you felt like you were going to cry.

No more smiles on his tired face, he straightened his clothing, handing you a crumpled currency. Avoiding his eyes, you took it in your hand, taking his change and writing it out in Letraset for him.

“Thank you,” he said, this time without repeating the pet name, since both you and him were now being watched by your manager. Even in front of others, his eyes filled with tears as he looked at your writing; so similar to hers in form, yet so cruel.

“You shouldn’t let him call you the same way he sweet called her.” The manager warned you when he saw the boy leave. Your sister was always around with Damiano, they were completely in love with each other and never hid it from anyone, it was obvious he had noticed.

“He just needs to heal.”

“So do you.”

‘No, you can’t call me the way you used to call her’ were marked on his change.

Battleship, next night.

Rum was already a necessary substance to oxygenate his blood, it was the 4th shot, he had a dizzy mind with you on it, from the tip of your nose that seemed to follow him when he was speaking, to your contradictory voice that sounds just like hers when you say that you don’t want him around. He needed you.

He glanced around the room, searching for his daily fix of sex for the night but soon changed his mind, taking his cell phone in his hands and punching in your number that he already knew by heart.

“I’m sorry, you’re by yourself?” A serene voice awakened him from his trance, the blond hair and lips drawn in a perfect heart shape similar to hers made him forget about his cell phone.

“Yes, I am.” He confirmed, his throat going dry. Every night the same thing, but he still got carried away by a vision trick; given that the reality was way too difficult to face. “All by myself and free for the night.”

She laughed at his despair, and even though the sound wasn’t similar to hers, he decided he could play pretend in his mind. The girl’s laugh fell silent, feeding his head with the image of her as he closed his eyes tight, for a second he swore not to feel his feet anymore, wondering if it might be the effect of being close to be her ghost but when he said it out loud, calling the random girl by her name, all he felt was a pair of hands pushing him back while cursing him in as many ways as possible. Had the girl said her name to him? He couldn’t tell, it wasn’t like he cared.

“I need you,” you had tears running down your chin, your voice was nothing but sobs.

His smile widened, scratching the affected spot, feeling his body becoming more relaxed as he heard your voice filling the phone call. You needed him, so you called him. Just like in every other night.

“A nightmare again?” He asked cautiously, not even needing to ask what it had been about; he already knew.

“Yes,” you looked tired, as much as he did. “I need you, Dami, I can’t stop thinking about her.”

“I’m on my way, buttercup.”

The shared room still smelled of her, he knew it was because of you spreading the rest of her perfume across the bed she slept in. The atmosphere was different without her there, you both felt it, but somehow it felt good to be there and feel a bit of her false presence.

“You’re drunk again,” you sighed as he brought his fingers to your cheekbone, pulling some tears away. “She wouldn’t like that.”

He nodded, “she really wouldn’t.” Damiano smiled, seeing a shy smile spread across your lips.

Your movements were quick as silence filled the room, your arms went around his waist, making him have no choice but to snuggle you into his grip, a relieved sigh left his lips and he felt good knowing you no longer cried. The lack of voices made everything more comfortable, it cleared his mind, making his muscles relax. And when he felt you dig your face deeper into his shirt, he let his chin rest on your head as you found comfort in the scent that had often been used to be on her clothes.

The weather was grey, sad. Similar with your mood. Staying motivated to work was not what you wanted today, or any other day.

“What are you doing outside? You weren’t supposed to be working?” Damiano said, tucking you under his umbrella, his eyebrow puckered into a cute pout.

“I can’t work, I’m very sad and sleepless.” You imitated your manager’s voice, showing pure irritation.

“Not a good day, I see,” he remained in high spirits, even seeing your angry face as your request for Uber was denied on the screen in your hands.

“Wouldn’t you go get a coffee?” You deposited your disappointment in him. His face still in a smile, he was never one to be shaken by so little; just like her, in fact so alike to her that it was quite annoying at times. She wouldn’t be giving the hate for her bad day to anyone.

“There’s no point, I only come here for you.” Your mind knew well, it was already used to his tricks, but you still couldn’t help but smile.

His words softened your body and you allowed yourself to look at him, he didn’t seem to have had a rough night, his eyes were still as intense as she had described the night she met him. “Cornerstone doesn’t make any sense without me, I agree with you.” His lips spread; you were happy to make him smile.

The comfortable silence seemed to wrap you around each other, he brushed your hair back from your eyes, getting so close he thought you would might understand. “Can I get much closer?”

You nodded, feeling the tears blurring your vision. You knew he saw in you a way not to forget her face, but letting him go would hurt more. “Look, I’m really not supposed to — but yes, you can call me anything you want.”

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[ladyreapermc]

Fic: Stress Relief (Donaka x fem!reader)

Summary: Donaka is stressed and it’s your job to help him relax.

Pairing: Donaka x Fem!Reader

Author’s notes: is this me posting filth again? Why, yes, it is! Enjoy because I have no idea how long this will last. LOL

Wordcount: 2688

Warnings: smut (oral m!receiving; fingering). Powerplay; degradation kink; edging, overstimulation; choking. 

Most of your days you spent doing whatever you wanted because you had no worries, not financially or of any type. You were free to hang out with friends, travel, party, and do whatever you wanted.

There were only two rules: you needed to be available to him whenever he called, be it in person or through the camera. And you were exclusively his. No one was allowed to touch you unless he said so. Those two rules were easy enough to follow when it meant having everything you ever dreamt of and more.

That day, you had been in your apartment reading when the message came in, making the smartwatch around your wrist vibrate:

Zen space. Lilac. NOW.

You had no idea what had happened and you preferred to remain blissfully ignorant of Donaka’s business, but you recognize that tone, even through text. He was stressed and furious and it was your job to help him relax.

Wasting no time, you set your book aside and headed to your bedroom, considering for a second if you should take a quick shower first, make sure your skin was silky soft and scented just like he preferred, but decided against it. Making Donaka wait was never an option so you just changed into the requested lingerie.

It was a pale lavender babydoll, with a lace front that revealed almost every inch of your body and tiny panties that barely covered your sex. You also put on the diamond choker he had gifted you even though he hadn’t explicitly asked for it, before taking the private lift that took you straight to his loft on the floor above.

The elevator opened in his home office and you noticed the room was dimly lit, the wall of screens was on standby offering a soft blue glow. The black leather couch was empty as you expected so you turned your attention to the left corner of the room, his Zen space, where he went to meditate or cool off.

Donaka was sitting on the glass bench, back turned to the rest of the room and facing the wall of concentric circles, his bare feet resting on the platform that separated the smooth and polished dark floor from the finely grated white sand. His hands rested on his spread knees and there was a slight hunch on his shoulders, the weight of his stress.

By his feet, in front of him, laid a thin pillow to protect your skin from the unforgiving sand and you were glad for it. You would, of course, kneel on it and endure the grains digging into your skin if that was what Donaka wanted but he didn’t get off on pain. Not yours at least.

You moved towards him in silence, resisting the urge to brush your fingers over his broad shoulders and back, before kneeling in front of him, sitting on your heels and looking up at the man that gave you everything and owned your heart.

His eyes pinned you in place and made your breath hitch. Cold fury clouded the brown orbs and his lips were pressed together tightly, jaw clenched tight. The sight made your body shudder with want and you pressed your thighs together.

There was something so arousing about seeing Donaka this enraged. Seeing the violence in his eyes and knowing that it would take him barely any effort to snap you in half or choke the life out of you. The knowledge that he was the kind of man that killed without even blinking but for some reason, he chose never to harm you. Most of the time, Donaka chose tender caresses and measured touches designed to bring you the kind of ecstasy that you had never experienced before.

Today his fingers trailed against your cheek in a featherlike touch, his thumb brushing over your lips, and at the faintest pressure, you parted them, letting the thick digit enter your mouth. You swirled your tongue around it before sucking greedily just as you wanted to do to another part of his body.

You watched his eyes darkening as you hollowed your cheeks and pulled more of his thumb into your mouth and moaned under your breath at the knot building between your legs, making your core pulse and dampening your panties.

Donaka’s other hand reached for the button and zipper of his trousers, releasing his half-hard cock from its confinements. He pulled his thumb free from your mouth, palm cradling your nape before he nudged your forward.

You licked your lips and inched closer, mouth salivating at the treat in front of you. You want his long, thick cock in your mouth. You wanted to feel it fully hardening between your lips, under your talented tongue. You needed to taste his bitter precum, a flavor you were slowly becoming addicted to… but all that could only happen after Donaka’s permission.

Sometimes it would come almost immediately. He would push you down his hard shaft, making you gag on it, fucking your mouth with abandon and using you like you were worth little more than your holes. In those days, he would come all over your face, zip himself up, and leave you to take care of yourself.

However, on days like today, when he was tense and furious with whatever had bothered him at work, he preferred to drag it out. To make you work for it, sometimes even beg to have his cock in your mouth. When he finally allowed it, Donaka would fuck your mouth oh so slowly, pushing deeper and deeper, until tears started to spring in your eyes, spit ran down your chin and your juices soaked your panties in such a way that all you and he could smell was the scent of your desperate arousal.

“What do you want?” He asked and his low and throaty voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Your cock, sir.” You whispered, peering at him from under your lashes. “Will you fuck my mouth, please? Make me choke on it?”

There was a barely-there twist in the corners of his mouth and your heart leaped in your chest. How you loved to make him feel good. It was like a drug.

“Such a good girl,” Donaka said, his thumb caressing your jaw. “My little cockslut.”

“Yes, sir,” you all but whimpered, pressing your thighs together once again because your cunt throbbed and you had never in your life thought you would get this turned on by being used like this, but by God, his words made you shudder with desire, body hot and ready for anything that Donaka was willing to give you.

With his hand still on your nape, controlling your pace, he nudged you forward once more, holding his cock with his free hand and letting the tip rub against your wanting lips. Donaka wasn’t one for much noise, but there was a slight hitch on his breath that told you he was enjoying the soft, almost ghost-like touch on the sensitive and swollen head of his member.

Your lips parted a little, letting your tongue brush against the velvety head and Donaka sucked in a deep breath, especially when the tip of your tongue probed against his slit, bringing forth a pearly white drop of his precum and making him harden fully.

God, your cunt ached in need to be filled but you knew you couldn’t touch yourself. Not until he allowed and that wouldn’t happen anytime soon. Not until he had his release and part of you wanted to just suck him fully into your mouth, end this torturous teasing. Even if it meant a serious punishment later (or maybe especially because it would lead to a punishment).

However, the bittersweet pleasure of the edging and denial was like a drug too, making your orgasm be nearly blinding so you hanged on, gathering every little bit of patience you could find so you could continue to just lick the tip like a lollipop that you wanted to last forever.

After a few more moments of that painfully slow game, Donaka’s grip on your nape tightened, his blunt nails digging lightly against your skin, and you knew he was ready for more. You met his dark gaze, eyes hooded with pleasure lips parted in a soft pant as he watched you and he didn’t even need to tell you what to do.

“Sir, may I suck you now, please?” you pouted and kissed the head of cock for good measure, batting your lashes like a needy child and Donaka smirked.

“Yes, angel, you may.”

You didn’t need to be told twice and engulfed the thick and hard shaft into your mouth, whimpering at the burst of flavor on your tongue as he let out a small grunt of pleasure, his shoulders finally relaxing as he tilted his head back and just enjoyed your work.

You pushed him deeper into your mouth until your nose was almost pressing against the thick dark curls surrounding his member. The open fly of his dress pants scratching your chin as you hollowed your cheeks and hummed. Donaka cursed low and grunted, his hips raising lightly, driving even deeper, and you gagged, tears burning your eyes. Your clit was almost painfully swollen and each rub of the lace of your panties was torture. You needed just a little bit of…

“Take your hand off that cunt, angel.”

You had no idea how he knew. His head was still tilted back, eyes nearly closed but you didn’t dare to disobey a direct command. With a pitiful whimper and one last flick on your needy clit, you pulled your hand away, crossing them behind your back and Donaka’s smirked.

“That’s better.” He looked back at you, tugging you away until his cock slipped from your lips with a pop, and you gulped a breath. “No one ever taught you that you shouldn’t touch what doesn’t belong to you without permission?”

You said nothing because you didn’t have an answer to that.

“And to whom that little pussy belongs, angel?”

“You, sir.” Your voice was small and raspy from the abuse on your throat.

“Exactly.”

He petted your cheek once, before pushing you back toward his cock, and dutifully, you took him into your mouth again, letting your jaw slack so his shaft could slip in and out as he guided you to bob your head at a faster pace. His cock pulsed against your lips, and you could tell he was close. Soon enough, Donaka’s hot cum would be coating your tongue and you couldn’t wait. You were desperate for it.

Before him, you had never allowed a guy to cum in your mouth. Then again, before Donaka, the was plenty you didn’t let men do to you. He changed your life, and you knew you would never be able to go back.

His grip on you tightened again as he pulled you closer until your nose was buried against his pubes and you forced yourself to relax as best as you could as he let out a final grunt and pumped his cum down your throat.

The hot and sticky ribbons making you gag again and tears run down your cheeks as you blubbered and squeezed your wrists to hold them still. Only when he was completely spent, Donaka let you pull back, his cock slipping from your mouth, glistening with your spit and his cum as you coughed and gasped for much-needed air.

He only allowed you a moment, before he was forcing to sit on his thigh, your trembling legs spread as he pushed your panties aside and glided his long fingers over your soaked hairs and sensitive lips.

“My dirty little cockslut is this wet from sucking me,” he mocked with a biting tone, and you whimpered. “Do you want to cum, angel?”

“Yes, please, sir.”

His fingers rubbed over your clit, making you gasp and whine, the pleasure overwhelming to the point of hurting but you still thrust your hips up, seeking more.

“Please…” you were almost crying now, desperate for it. Exactly like Donaka like it. “Please, please, please. Oh God, please…”

Thick and fat tears ran down your cheeks and the same hand that had been around your nape, came to your throat, surrounding the choker and forcing you to tilt your face enough so he could lick away your tears and his two fingers finally entered you.

Your cries were high-pitched and needy as Donaka fingered you hard and fast, the heel of his large palm slapping your clit as he curled his digits and the hand on your throat tightened in just the right way.

Your climax hit you like a storm, lighting up every single one of your nerve-ends. Your vision darkened, your body tensed, your back arched and a wild moan tore from your throat as your cunt pulsed and throbbed and you squirted all over his hand and knee.

For a while you were nothing more than a conglomerate of nerves busting with pleasure that seemed to last forever as Donaka continued to thrust his fingers, pressing the rugged wall of your cunt and rubbing your clit, dragging out your bliss until another lightning struck and you came again in what it felt like was just seconds later, but you knew it had to be longer. Time seemed to shorten and stretch at once as you rode his hand, gasping, wheezing, and crying?

You couldn’t tell if that pitiful sound was really coming from your mouth, not when your body was electrified like that, your muscles spasming and feeling like jelly and you had to reach behind yourself for Donaka’s shoulders to hold yourself because surely you would slide to the ground if you didn’t.

And just as the blinding light of your pleasure was starting to dimmish and you thought you would be able to see and feel and talk and breath again, his hand restarted his motions and you cried because it was almost painful now. That sweet, incessant ache that made you seek it, and you could faintly hear sobs and pleas of stop and no more. You couldn’t take another.

“Safeword?” Donaka’s voice sounded clear in your ear, and it was on the tip of your tongue. You knew if it crossed your lips, he would stop, but your vocal cords refused to utter it. “Safeword, angel.”

You pressed your lips together tightly, like a kid with a secret, and shook your head. His lips drew into a pleased smile against your cheek.

“That’s my girl.”

His kiss on your jaw was almost soft and loving before his fingers restarted their dance inside you. Even faster than before and your hips were rocking against it, actively seeking out your third orgasm despite the aching of your abused clit.

Once again, as the climax overtook you, your body went rigid and seized, your vision whited-out and for several blissful moments, that intense pleasure made time fall away, leaving only the most perfect peace and comfort, like slipping into a hot bath after a long day, letting the scented water wash away any hint of tension in your body before you laid in your bed, the duvet and pillows soft like a lover’s caress, welcoming you to an exhausted, dreamless sleep.

When you finally opened your eyes again, after what it felt like just a couple of seconds, you were in your bed, cleaned and tucked tight, the only evidence of your previous activities was the sweet ache between your legs whenever you moved and a deep, sad sigh escaped your lips.

It was always like this: Donaka fucked your brains out, then he would take care of you, clean you up and tuck you in and no matter how much your blissed-out self, begged for it – and you knew you always did – he would never stay. But this was the deal you made. You took whatever he gave you. You didn’t complain and you didn’t demand more.

You couldn’t. Too afraid of losing what little you already had.

xxx

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[bluejayblueskies]

How about 12. pushing a strand of hair behind their ear or 18. squishing the other’s cheek for the touching ask game!

touches prompt list

i did number 12! a little continuation of my no-entities au where only jon works at the institute and jon and martin are married and own a cat (which is here but you definitely don't have to have read it to read this!). cw for brief mention of canon-typical stranger content (in a non-canon-typical context)

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Martin wakes to sunlight streaming in through the window, a slight crick in his neck, and a pair of intense brown eyes staring into his.

“Hey,” Martin mumbles, closing his eyes and snuggling a bit deeper into his pillow. He opens his mouth to speak again but his words are swallowed instead by a yawn.

“Hello,” Jon says softly. His voice is still ragged with sleep, lower than usual and a bit breathy. Martin adores it.

A hand ghosts against Martin’s cheek, and he cracks an eye open.

Jon smiles and traces his fingers along Martin’s cheekbone, the shell of his ear, the soft slant of his jaw. His expression is almost reverent, like he thinks Martin has hung the moon in the sky and lit the stars on fire beside it.

“Good morning to you too,” Martin says with a small, fond smile. Then, after Jon continues to look at him with open tenderness, all warm sunlight and pleasant harmonies and soft edges: “Can I help you?”

Jon hums. “What do you mean?”

Martin feels his breath hitch as Jon’s thumb brushes against the corner of his mouth. “You’re staring, love.”

Jon’s expression turns bashful, as it always does when Martin uses that particular pet name. “Am I not allowed to admire my darling husband?”

Martin isn’t sure which word makes him blush more: darling or husband. “Oh, no—you are. Highly encouraged, even. Just … wanted to know if there was an occasion. O-or if there’s something on my face.”

“No occasion.” Carefully, Jon tucks a strand of hair behind Martin’s ear, letting the tips of his fingers linger against the soft, sensitive skin there. “I just … thought you looked rather lovely this morning.”

The flush spreads across Martin’s face and to the tips of his ears, where Jon can surely feel it. “We’ve been married for almost three years, Jon. You don’t have to keep trying to win me over.”

“Mm, I have to disagree.” Jon leans forward and presses a kiss to Martin’s now-exposed temple. “It’s precisely because we’ve been married for so long that I ought to tell you how wonderful you are, and how much I appreciate you, and how much I love you.” He places another kiss on the top of Martin’s cheek. “I wouldn’t want you to forget, after all.”

Martin’s face could probably cook an egg by this point. “And to think, when we first met, I thought you weren’t the kind of person to have emotions.”

Jon’s nose wrinkles slightly, which is adorable. “Of course I have emotions, Martin.”

“Well, I know that now.” Martin reaches blindly for Jon’s other hand until he finds it and squeezes it gently. “You’re a hopeless romantic, through and through.”

“I can’t believe you ever thought otherwise,” Jon says with exaggerated offense. “I was never exactly subtle.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Martin laughs softly and brushes a kiss of his own against Jon’s nose. “You were saying that I’m lovely?”

Jon hums and squeezes Martin’s hand. “I was. And if I ever stop doing do, please assume that I’ve been … replaced by a monster that has tricked you into thinking it’s me by stealing my skin or … something of the sort. ”

“You,” Martin says, “have been spending too much time watching horror movies with Tim.”

“I have been spending a perfectly reasonable amount of time watching horror movies with Tim, and I resent any implications otherwise.”

Jon has an adorable little pout on his lips. He looks extremely kissable at the moment. Martin brushes the corner of Jon’s mouth with his thumb, cradles Jon’s face gently, and leans in.

And nearly gets a mouthful of fur as Clarence loudly and boldly asserts himself between them.

“Oh!” Jon says as Clarence chirps happily and bumps his head against Jon’s forehead. “Hello, Clarence. How are you this morning?”

Clarence meows and bumps his head against Jon’s face again.

“I’m glad to hear it. Getting proper rest is very important for a gentleman of your age, after all.” Jon scratches underneath Clarence’s chin. “Almost two years old!”

Clarence meows louder and turns to stare at Martin intently.

“I think he’s hungry,” Martin says, amused.

“Yes, yes—he’s a growing man.” Jon pets the space between Clarence’s ears. “Is your bowl empty? You’ve been very good this morning—I believe we have some wet food in the fridge. How does that sound?”

Jon sits up. The moment his lap is available, Clarence immediately jumps onto it and starts kneading his paws up and down contentedly. Jon makes a sound Martin could only describe as cooing as he gathers Clarence in his arms and stands, adjusting his grip so that the cat is held securely and safely. Clarence still seems to want to make it his personal mission to climb onto Jon’s shoulders. He wriggles determinedly and manages to get his paws settled on Jon’s shoulder with his face pressed right up against Jon’s cheek. The sight makes something warm and affectionate squeeze in Martin’s stomach; he wants to freeze time and teach himself how to paint just so he can adequately capture the image in front of him.

“What are your plans for the day?” Jon murmurs as he walks away, cradling Clarence close to his chest. “I’m sure you have many important catly duties to attend to.”

An agreeable mmrp is the last sound Martin hears before Jon disappears through the bedroom door and the sounds of his gentle babbles to the cat fade into the background. Martin lies in bed for a few moments more, staring at the open doorway and thinking to himself just how lucky he is that he gets to have this. Then, he stands, stretches, and follows Jon out into the kitchen.

He still owes his husband a kiss, after all.

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #my fic #my writing #ombreblossom #(i am planning on writing the other one in this ask as well <3) #sorry this took so long!

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room 657. ⤑ jjk + kth ☏︎

⟶ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 : you didn't even realise you were calling a hotline. you're best friend jimin gave you a random number. he said it was a surprise ? well you're in for one.

♡︎ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 : sexhotline!au, worker!taehyung, worker!jungkook, student!reader

♡︎ 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 : ∝ filthy smut if you squint there’s fluff

♡︎ : 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 : sorry i fr forgot to do the word count !!

⟶ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 : stressed reader, soft!dom jungkook, harddom!tae , big cock!tae, bigcock!jungkook, size kink??, sub!reader, pussy eating, dirty talk, face riding, hair pulling, fingering, cum eating, praise kinda?? unprotected sex, roughsex, multiple orgasms, heavy heavy dom sub themes, brat!reader , dom/sub themes, pet names, daddy!kink, threesome, dirty talk, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, begging, humiliation, creampie, intense orgasms(?), multiple orgasms, cum eating, insecurities, derogatory language, sexual face-slapping, punishments, dumbification, overstimulation, basically pwp.

let's go!

you sighed heavily as your boots clicked along the laminated floor of your university.

today so far had been a hassle. traffic kept you 2 hours late from school you were earlier fired from your job. your ex boyfriend had recently been stalking you and to top it off there was no hot water this morning.

you were beyond stressed.

most of the time you could deal with it you had thousands of stress relieving techniques. but this time you were all types of frustrated, with school, your job, sexually, friendships, family. you sighed heavily as you dragged yourself inside your classroom.

the bright walls of your university aided in your pounding headache. the distinct smell of coffee and muffins flooded your nose as you blinked slowly.

the tall dark bookcases shielding you from the sunlight as you sluggishly made your way to your seat.

you slumped down on your chair as you massaged your temples in effort to calm your self down. your headache clouded your vision immensely you hastily downed your water and some paracetamol nursing your forehead throughout.

you hadn’t been out on a real date in months. it seemed like the universe didn’t want you on dates, you rarely ever found yourself being okay with that fact.

whilst in a trance your best friend jimin walked excitedly into the classroom.

he constantly and i mean constantly reminded you off the things you were missing out on but it wasn’t like you didn’t want to go out but the issue was you were way too busy.

being an english, law and history major meant that you were constantly studying literally.

you did love him though he always tried for you.

"_____ !! " your friend jimin called out to you. you grumbled in annoyance as you turned your neck towards him.

"what." you sighed out tiredly.

" what the- what's wrong with you ______ ?!" he exclaimed loudly.

" jimin... why are you so loud. " you whine loudly.

“ shut up ___ im literally your only friend.” he said nonchalantly.

“ stopppp!” you whined with a breathy giggle.

“ anyways what are you doing here you have biology?” you asked innocently wiping your exhausted eyes.

“ uhhh... well..”

“ spit it outtt.” you say , head tilting slightly.

" sorry _____ i just- i have a number to give you and i don't call it until you get home! trust me you'll thank me later!!”

0800-765-877

it looked like a legit number so you decided to trust him this one time.

"come on ____ class ended 20 minutes ago wake up." he whined loudly.

" what.....? " you yawned as you groggily wiped your eyes.

jimin let out an exasperated sigh as he dragged you out of class and to your apartment.

" i love you but sometimes i feel like stabbing you. " he says plainly.

" sorry chim, ive just been really stressed lately. i'll make it up to you i promise."

"you can make it up to me by calling that number, it'll solve all your problems i promise."

" jimin... did you connect me to a sugar daddy or something? " you asked as you flopped down onto your sofa

" something like that." he said grinning

" okay well you can go home now . " you muttered yawning

" promise me you'll call them? "

" okay, okay now you can go. "

as jimin left you groaned into your pillow did you have to call them it wasn't really gonna change anything. but at the same time jimin would do the same for you.

your home was simple, minimalistic but you loved it your soft grey sofa in the corner. your small tv playing comfort noise in the background.

you fought your tiredness to finish your essay due for next week. you ached in places you didn't even know you had the most you were aching was down there.

you hadn't had any sexual action in weeks even months.

you decided to go up to your room to try and relive yourself.

you sighed as your hands hovered over the pulsating area.

as a finger trailed it's way up your slit you involuntarily whined as you got tired of the foreplay you plunged a finger inside your soppy cunt.

your plush walls also fighting to relish your much needed orgasm as you groaned into your pillow.

you moaned, whined, groaned and breathed heavily as you desperately tried to reach your high.

you angrily quickened your pace. you were trying so hard yet you still weren't feeling anything.

in a huff you decided to stop trying to reach your endless high.

in the corner of your eye you saw the number jimin had left you.

it wouldn't hurt to call right?

it wasn't gonna be anything weird..... right ?

you took a small breathe as your fingered trembled attempting to type in the numbers.

1 ring

2 rings

3 rings

......

" h-hello? " you whispered out meekly

" hey honey, why don't you speak up for us?" the man on the other end spoke in a deep voice

" im sorry i- i don't know what this- is r-really for?" you spoke slightly louder as you stumbled over your words

"it's a sexhotline darling? "

" i- i well oh...” you huffed out , eyes widening softly you were lost in a trance of thought.

you were suddenly put on hold.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you gave yourself time to think.

it wouldn’t hurt right?

you were basically an adult, you felt like a teenage girl again.

so you decided.

Putting a client on hold was a part of their fun. It allows the person to wait and to draw out the anticipation. however in this case you were just confused.

you’ve been pacing back and forth inside your bedroom for minutes it was half eleven in the night , and you certainly didn’t think that your attention would be on this instead of your essay.

suddenly you heard another 'hello' erupt from the phone quickly you grabbed your device breathing heavily you gulped and mustered up your voice.

" h- hi i just want you to know that y-you can carry on I've been- struggling and i- need some just some help?" you say whispering the last part.

" you want us to help you cum bun? " another voice said this time it was lighter, kinder in a way.

“don’t make us talk to ourselves, darling.” the other man snarls.

a gasp emits from your dry lips when the tone of his voice turns firm. there was a strict, domineering tinge in his speech that made you sit still. you were too shocked to reply as your mind tried to comprehend the situation that you got yourself into.

“I-I…” you stuttered completely, wanting to smack yourself in the face. the pet names, their voices it was all over whelming you too much.

you let out a needy whine, both of the men groaned quietly into the phone.

" how old are you baby ? " baby. they called you baby.

" i-im 19? "

" fuck, will you be okay with this?" they ask to make sure

jungkook can’t help the soft growl escape his lips. It has been so rare for him to receive callers who aren’t twenty-five and above, and you might be his first time.

“Ohh, baby girl,” he bites his lip, “I think you’re the first client I’ve had who’s so young.” jungkook says to you

“ is that okay , i-im sorry- "

“Oh, its more than okay , baby. You still wanna continue? I can make you feel so…” he pauses, groaning quietly to himself, “so good.”

your pussy clenches around nothing as you felt yourself getting wetter by the second

"  yes daddy. " you say nodding to yourself. you suddenly froze as you realised the contents of your words

taehyung's eyes widen in shock, his mouth agape, certainly not expecting that sudden word to come out of your lips. He throws his head back, closing his eyes for a brief moment as he feels his dick harden.

It was so difficult for him to hold himself back because all he wanted to do was to say the dirtiest, nastiest things that he wants to do to you in your ear. but he had to slow down.

“daddy? Oh, what makes you call me that, hm? baby?”

you feel your throat go dry, your eyes wide in shock. You didn’t know what to respond without being so shocked with yourself.

" i-i just really need you please please please i need it. " you let it all out, you couldn't be bothered to hide it anymore.

“don’t be a brat kitten.“ taehyung snarled into the phone.

“ b-but daddy! please i- i need it so so bad it’s not fair!“ you whined softly as your fingers ghosted your aching, soppy cunt.

they both groaned loudly, as jungkook conversed with taehyung

" kook, fuck i need to do her in real life she's making this so hard for me."

" same here let's just go for it here she's going to make me cum in my pants." he sighed as he palmed himself to your weak whimpers.

" darling, me and tae were wondering if you wanted to do this in real life- we'd fuck you so good honey, you'd become our little cum dump id love to see your body tremble to the force of my cock. " taehyung said interrupting jungkook.

" yes.. please you said as you moaned quietly to their words

" okay bun, we'll text you where to meet us." jungkook breathed out.

the atmosphere was dripping with heavy lust your eyes shut right as you relished their deep gutural voices.

“ i can’t cum daddy please help me cum pleas-“ you begged in frustration

“oh honey, it’s okay sh- sh it’s ok ill help you just be patient okay? you can do that for me right?” jungkook said in a calm tone

" what's your name by the way."

" it's ____." you say meekly

" ____ edge yourself, fuck yourself just do not cum. "

and with that in the call ended

you sighed loudly grinning slightly, you were gonna get your brains done out by two sexy sounding men.

you smiled to yourself giddily as you finally got some sleep.

________________

the next morning you got up and did your daily routine entirely different you waxed everywhere, shaved, exfoliated, moisturised, basically every strawberry flavoured you had in your bathroom.

it was a Saturday, you had time to spare you texted jimin to meet him before you went to meet 'kook' and the other guy.

not to mention you were frustrated beyond belief you had done what they asked you to do and you half hate half love them for it.

on one hand you could cum from any suggestive touch you were given.

on the other hand you couldn't help but want to thank them you felt so ready for them.

you walked to the cafe.

the soft brown walls encompanied the mahogany floors and the cascade of plants across the room as you happily walked into the bustling cafe.

" what's got you so excited." he said grinning like the Cheshire cat

" uh nothing i just had some good sleep last night. " a lie.

" oh really? "

" yeah i even finished my essay!" not true but not false at the same time.

" wow! " jimin looked at you shocked

" jimin do you really have that little faith in me. " you say annoyed

" to be honest no. " he said chuckling

" jiminnn, well i have to be going now i have an appointment soon. " you explain pouting

" an appointment where? "

" somewhere special ? " you say in attempt to hide

" if you say so. " he uttered playfully and he watches you walk away

you stared at the building in front of you as you checked the address again and again it was a massive condo.

you rang the bell of the apartment square and dialled in the number seconds later you were buzzed in.

you took the elevator and anxiously played with your fingers you finally reached the floor you were headed to and walked into room 657 .

" h-hello i-im here it's ______ " you say confused you really made a large mistake.

suddenly turning around, you were pulled into a sloppy kiss. You immediately relaxed into it, wrapping your arms around his neck the deeper it went. Before it could go on too long, he pulled away.

Pressed between both of their bodies, you could help the way your body reacted. Your lips met Taehyung's again and you whimpered.

Jungkook took the opportunity to press his lips against your neck, skimming them over the collar now around your neck.

He hands gripped your waist, pulling your shirt up ever so slightly to touch the skin that became exposed.

Goosebumps across your skin and you gasped into Taehyung's mouth. The elder chuckled, reaching down to where Jungkook's deft fingers explored to tug up the hem of your shirt.

you gasped loudly as you tensed under their touch.

Already, you could feel your mind turning fuzzy, falling into your submissive roll to let them mold you how they wanted.

Jungkook chuckled as you lifted your arms, allowing Taehyung to pull your shirt off. Left in your bra, you couldn't help but cover your chest as vulnerability set in.

"None of that, bun," Jungkook growled softly, ripping your arms away from your chest. "You wanna be a good girl for us right? Let us take care of you?"

"Y-Yes..." You whined, whining when Taehyung leaned down pressing kisses against your chest above the seam of your bra. Gasping, you pushed your chest out to get more of the feeling.

"What a good girl," Taehyung cooed, falling to his knees in front of you.

You leaned back, using Jungkook as support to help Taehyung pull your jeans off completely. He tossed them away in a heap nearby and without wasting a second, his mouth was on your core.

The fabric of your panties put on the side, feeling his mouth on you fully but as he slid his tongue over your slit and caught your clit, you let out a soft moan.

"What a good kitten for us," Jungkook groaned, hands still cupping your breasts. He pinched your nipples, making your back arch as you cried out.

“Is that pretty pussy wet, Princess? Does your cunt ache to be filled by my cock?” jungkook coaxes

The filth of his words doesn’t surprise you, Under his teasing words, you feel yourself grow wet, your lust-filled desire mingling with the humiliation that flutters through you.

"Aw, your pussy that sensitive, baby?" Taehyung cooed pressing his middle finger to glide directly over the patch where your clit was, making your hips curve inwards as the intensity was blare enough to startle you.

He chuckled deeply at that, kind of sounding like a purr and just when you didn't think he could fuck with your sanity anymore than he was already doing, he turned his head to the side and lapped his wet muscle along your jugular vein before enclosing his lips area the area for harsh suck.

you moaned loudly as you arched your back against jungkook. taehyung put one leg over his shoulder to go deeper.

"Daddy!" You cried as his tongue slid through your folds. He moaned at the unimpeded taste of your cunt. Circling your entrance, he eagerly tasted everything you had to offer.

" don't take it all tae, shit she looks hot." jungkook groaned into your neck, biting licking and sucking against your sweet spot.

you whined as you trembled against the two men. you felt hot.

"Fuck!" You shrieked, spasming when he gave you a slap against your sodden folds . " I—!"

" be careful girl." jungkook growled into your ear

you moaned apologies left right and centre as he continued to abuse your aching clit.

suddenly you were harshly pulled away from taehyung's hot wet muscle and pushed into the soft plush bed.

you whined in protest at your denied orgasm.

" now, you're going to choose. me or tae." jungkook questioned sadistically

" i...i can't choose that i okay um jungkook?" you said in a small voice.

" good decision honey, now lie back let me take care of you." he cooed kindly

taehyung scoffed as he sat back

you were more than happy like this, but when you shifted your hips to grind your centre against his, you both groaned open-mouthed into the kiss.

You could feel that he was already hard in his boxers. Knowing that his willing cock was so close to your needy core erased your mind of any thoughts that weren't of him.

When you dragged your clit against him again you keened, the pleasure incredible despite the barriers between you.

he felt so big as you continued your actions

suddenly you felt his large and literally massive cock push into your plush soppy cunt.

you moaned loudly as jungkook groaned.

taehyung smirked as he shook his head.

" get moving i wanna see her squirt."

jungkook rocked back and forth at a steady pace it was amazing don't get me wrong but you wanted more you needed more.

"more! more please harder jungkook please! " you begged.

" princess, don't beg for things you can't keep up with." he chuckled

there was an animalistic gaze in his eye as he started plunging into your pussy, taehyung mouth open jerking himself off at the sight, your open lie open as he ground his fat cock into you.

you felt hot and euphoric and couldn't help but let moans continuously fall out of your mouth.

suddenly you felt a harsh slap on your face. you felt tears well up in your eyes.

Without warning, his cock was rammed inside you. Raw and hard with the way your pussy was soaking wet from your denied orgasm , he began to relentlessly fuck into you.

tears began spilling out of your eyes continuously and your moans became pornographic.

as if he couldn't go any faster he began to drill inside you, your body shook in ecstasy as his fat cock was pistoned into you.

you felt your high approaching, you panicked and begged for them to let you come.

" please! please let me cum ! ill be good , ill be a good girl ! " you cried out towards them

jungkook craned himself to be face to face with you, as he stared at you with his dark and lustful. his wet lips capture yours into a sloppy kiss .

he forced your mouth open and let his tongue glide upon yours. he sucked on the wet muscle softly as you cried out.

everything felt so good, too good.

you came 3 times alone with jungkook and felt overstimulated beyond belief.

" now it's my turn . " taehyung dead panned

" w-what i can't take anymore ill just su- "

" i said. it's my turn. " he uttered in a harsh tone

you wailed in frustration as your body writhed in defeat .

" you're gonna take it . that's what you asked for . " he spat at you.

observing the way your eyes darken, turning neediness, and the way your chest heaves in short breaths, Taehyung’s jaw flexes.

He pressed the tip against your hole, seeing you tense up almost immediately. taehyung rubbed the end of his cock along your wet cunt before sinking himself into you.

" d-daddy ple- ! " you body spasmed against the head board as taehyung suddenly slammed his body into you continuously.

“ you’re such an eager little whore, aren’t you?” he purrs, condescension laced in his tone.

you tightly held onto the relentless man as you felt your high approaching once more.

taehyung’s thrusts became sloppy as he grunted against your neck.

you felt your body swirl and turn around you and you finally came.

hours later

you groggily woke up as you felt your body give out into the bed.

“ hel- hello? ” you said wearily

“ hi princess.” taehyung smirked

“ round 5?” jungkook asked

you sighed as you submitted to them in their bed

here we go again.

5 missed calls from jimin

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