#so imagine these two really tall fuckers just going

[loganloggins]

Can we make it a canon head-cannon that foolish and bad are really fucking old, and they’ve known each other for centuries, so when they bump into each other, it’s not “oh it’s nice to see you again!” It’s “why the fuck are you still alive.” but they trust each other more than anything.

#qsmp #qsmp foolish #qsmp badboyhalo #please it’s funny #also imagine they both to be really intimidating in design #so imagine these two really tall fuckers just going #YOUR ALIVE??? #at eachother when they see eachother at spawn

[kneelingshadowsalome]

It’s been on my mind for a while: your double trouble AU, does each konig know that the other is his younger/older version of himself? Or are they two separate different people to each other? A metaphysical question lol and I can’t get it out of my head

Ahaha it’s a good question!

Yes they are very aware of each other being a different version of the same person ^^ I don’t know how it came to be that there are 2 Königs terrorizing the world, perhaps it was an unofficial government experiment with cloning or some distortion in the space-time continuum like @gremlingottoosilly suggested, I don’t care if there were aliens involved – they’re here and in love with the same woman!

But…

What I’m curious about is how did reader and Colonel!König meet the younger version (since they’re both happily married when young recruit comes around)? Maybe reader expressed her wishes to spice things up with some FMM action one day. And because Colonel!König is lenient and gentle with her and only her – ok let’s face it, he can’t deny anything from her – he kisses her forehead gently, pulls her into his lap, asks, why don’t they go out tonight and choose a victim for her then? :)

Cue to a few hours in at the local bar, Colonel is beginning to think this was a bad idea. His wife is sitting on his lap, trying to get a view of the dance floor filled with people. Mostly drunk, desperate men far younger than him; Colonel could roll his eyes – does she really want some hormone-driven asshole to give her a sloppy, low effort ride? These boys barely have hair growing on their balls yet…

Colonel just wants to go home and bully his sweet wife for hours with some expert tonguework and is just about to offer to take her home when she spots a young man. Immediately shooting up with curiosity, her eyes are shining when she finally sees something that she really likes.

“I want that one,” she says like she’s gotten used to getting anything she wants, even if it’s a person ‐ and since we’re talking about young, pussy-deprived men here, it shouldn’t be a problem to lure someone special into her arms. She could very well go and boop anyone's nose here and they would follow her home like a dog. Even if for some, the prospect of sharing her with a big, older hound might be a bit off putting…

Colonel!König, however, relieved to see that she finally picked her choice so that they can proceed to the awkward proposal, grows pale when he sees who she’s pointing at.

“Can you believe our luck? He looks exactly like you when you were young!”

She’s so excited that she’s giggling, trying to cover her mouth like she sometimes does when she’s feeling shy.

Just imagine the Colonel’s inner turmoil when he immediately recognizes his younger self, the one he thought was dead, now alive before his eyes and looking like a sorry idiot, trying to harass some women and down beers like water.

He doesn’t only look like him, he is him. Young and rough and desperate, a bullied kid who turned into a bully himself when he grew up. Tall and lean and almost succeeding in feigning self-confidence, his younger version looks like the worst kind of tortured fucker who used to hang around on 4chan and blame women for not giving him pussy...

Before he can prevent it, his wife is gone from his lap. Approaching that silly idiot while unsuspecting, tipsy and sweet – fuck, the young man answers her flirty smile with a flash of a vicious grin...

This will be a nightmare.

#double trouble au #2 Königs 1 reader #how reader & colonel met young recruit :)

[munsonsreputation]

THIS LOVE

steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: [2.3K]

warnings: no use of y/n, SOUL MATES / ONE TRUE LOVE (these fuckers are madly in love with each other), brief mention of breakup (literally they end up together so it's fine lollll), just a bunch of fluffiness!!!!!

summary: you used to think that summer was just three months out of the year, but with steve you realize that it's forever. and while you never really had him for forever in the past, you both come to realize how far you've come and why this love meant so much.

In the vastness of the water, there stands your boy, crowded in an expanse of clear blue water and surrounded by shades of tall green and oak in the distance. It’s been years since you’ve been to a beach with actual waves breaking the shore and fine sand getting lost between your toes, but this lake seems to make up for the lack of coasts in Hawkins.

The lake was always calm, never carrying your boy out too deep or coating his skin in the harsh film of salt when he came out. It welcomed him with a coldness that dissipated into warmth as he trekked in the water with the sun glowing against the surface, piercing through the reservoir.

You stood on land, pebbles and smooth rocks against your bare soles as you beamed broadly and watched him. His eyes set on the sky where clouds rolled on and on in blobs that he imagined as niche shapes and where the creatures flew over his head, chirping and fluttering soundly as they passed by.

But the most beautiful creature stood there watching him through the viewfinder of her polaroid camera not wanting to let the moment go to waste, capturing him like he was a scene that she needed to have engrained in her mind.

“You just gonna paparazzi me all day, or are you gonna get it, baby?” He exclaimed across the short distance from where he was from you.

You giggled, bringing the camera down as the soft whirring generated a fresh copy of the picture that you waved around in the air in hopes of it developing faster.

“Is it cold?” You sought out loud, letting your eyes tear away from his for a minute to see the photo developed perfectly, catching the scene that you would hang up on your bulletin board later tonight.

He swam closer to where you were, settling in the shallow where he stood in ankle deep water, letting the refreshing breeze brush over his damp skin.

“Just a little, but c’mon and I’ll warm you up.” He held out his arm, nodding with a promise that he wouldn’t let you freeze in the lake even if the sun was at its brightest, heating the water perfectly for you two.

“Okie dokie, Stevie.” You bubbled, crouching down to stuff the camera into the thick canvas bag and tucking the polaroid in the inner pocket to keep it protected.

He watched you straighten up, tugging at the waistband of your shorts and letting them fall next to the pile of his clothes. His t-shirt you were wearing was next, allowing your skin to breathe the fresh summer air and excitement as you strode over to him.

His cold hand clasped together with yours, giving you a half apologetic squeeze as you tip toed your way into the water, letting your feet get accustomed to the initial coolness before leading you in deeper until you were chest deep — for him just about near his ribcage.

“Feeling warm?” He proposed, looking down at where you had settled your cheek against his chest and wrapped your arms around his back.

You hummed pleasantly with your eyes closed. A light orange in your vision where the sunlight burned against your lids before it dulled out, having his hand land over your forehead, concealing you from the rays.

“Your gonna get sun burnt if you keep doing that.” He bantered, leaning down to place a kiss at the top of your head while his other hand stroked your back, occasionally twisting the strings of your swim top around his finger.

“At this rate, I’m sure I have sun damage,” you quipped followed by a grunt, and you could feel him shaking his head at you.

“That’s not possible. I make sure you’re coated in sunscreen and I make you reapply.” He assured you, looking back at the shore where the sunscreen bottle poked out of your bag having him smooth the contents all over your body just moments before he got in the water first.

You finally opened your eyes, grabbing at the wrist near your forehead and guiding it to join with yours, but not before pecking his fingertips sweetly. His heart skipped at the action despite it being something that you always did at some point in the day. A form of love and tenderness that was too difficult and sweet for him to word since it was his and his only.

“Thanks for looking out for my skin cells…they’re very thankful.” You smiled up at him as he chuckled and nodded earnestly.

“I’m sure they are, doll…wanna go out a little deeper?”

You don’t answer with words, just a simple smile, a little wider than the one you’re already wearing, and he gets his answer. You begin the retract from him, staying close enough where your legs rock against each other as you swim further into the lake, your feet no longer able to touch the ground beneath you, but thankfully Steve is there to let you wrap his legs around his hips as he settles back up.

He’s about neck deep now and with your arms around his, terrified that you weighing him down, but you aren’t. He wants to keep you afloat out here, and he’ll happily do so until you’re ready to head back to shore.

Summer has just begun, but it oftentimes leaves too swiftly for either of your likings. To you, summer used to be hot and sticky — uncomfortable to endure with the unforgiving Indiana fever that rolls through May and late August.

But your boy is summer personified.

A radiant sunrise and a glorious sunset.

Freshly picked fruit and artificial slurpees.

Wind sneaking through his bedroom window and sun beating down on his windshield.

Skipping rocks on the lake and climbing a tree to jump in it.

Thin white cotton tees and do-it-yourself cutoffs.

Elaborate picnics and impromptu diner dates.

Biking through town and driving with the windows down.

State fair rollercoasters and big teddy bear prizes.

A homemade fire pit to toast marshmallows and igniting fireworks.

Water balloon fights and lounging on pool floaties.

Heated make out sessions in the back of his car and ice cold showers.

Sleeping in half the day and going to bed at dawn.

Summer was Steve, and he was always going to be yours.

“What’re you thinking so hard about?” Steve poked at your quietness, drawing a hand up to your face, stroking the wet strands of hair behind your ear.

You shook your head, reassuring him with a smile, “Nothing important, just don’t want summer to end so soon.”

He chuckled lightly, tutting at your worry, “Honey, July just started. We still have a month and a half to go.”

More like forever.

“That’s not true,” you grinned shyly, tucking your face in the juncture of his jaw and neck, pressing kisses along his skin.

His fingertips pushed into the plush of your skin, holding you tighter as his chest bubbled with laughter and his mind wandered to curiosity.

“Hmm, really? Care to explain?”

You wished you could keep Steve a secret, just yours to admire with your own eyes, not wanting to give the world a glimpse at his sheer perfection — but that would be downright selfish. The people who he had in his life, including yourself, deserved to witness his authentic self, the one you really loved deeply.

And just like the lake you and Steve found yourselves in all summer long, it seemed that this was a place of sacredness for the both of you — a secret little oasis you two could run off to whenever you needed to get away from the hecticness.

But unlike the calmness of the lake, you and Steve weren’t always like this.

Madly in love, yes.

Peaceful and patient, no.

It took you both a while to get to this point in your love story that seemed to have started off as a tragedy to begin with. You and Steve carrying baggage from previous partners in which you both handed over to each other instead of leaving at the door. It resulted in restlessness and anxiety, scared that the other would do something similar that their past partners did to lose their trust.

Not that love was ever supposed to be easy, but you both knew your love couldn’t thrive in those conditions where the storm didn’t waiver and the darkness didn’t fade.

And so, as quickly as the tide brought Steve into your life, the current had swept him out again. You had to let him go because you knew you couldn’t love him the way he deserved and he couldn’t love you the way he wanted.

The sleepless nights filled with tossing and turning almost seemed relentless, as if it wouldn’t ever pass, but you both knew you weren’t supposed to just pass by each other’s lives like this.

It wasn’t how it was supposed to end.

“When I’m with you it feels like summer never really ends.” You settle for the short answer, whispering it in his ear before you move back to look at him.

He’s enamored and you can tell, yet you still find it surprising that he doesn’t believe someone could love him as much as you do. The way that your words that you mean with every ounce of your being still has an effect on him as if you wouldn’t drop everything for him.

“Yeah?” He asks stupidly like he believes you’re just making some bullshit up, but his grin lets you know he just wants to hear it again.

You roll your eyes playfully, nodding, “Yeah, Stevie. You’re my summer even when it’s fall or winter, and spring. You’re summer and mine.”

Like the hands that once let him go free, your arms dropped from around his body, swimming away deeper than you should. Yet this time he wasn’t gone and he was never going to be again. Wading closely behind you and showing up just in time as you bopped your head from underwater to take in a breath of crisp air.

His hands hooking under your arms and guiding you back to his chest where you giggled and hid your face. Your wet lips leaving dewy pecks over the patches of hair on his body and trailing up to his collarbone.

“You can’t get all shy on me after that, baby.” His voice is sickly sweet and teasing.

His fingernails faintly tickling your skin, making you thrash lightly in his grip, but not making any plans to move away from him because right here is where you want to stay forever. Every delicate touch he leaves upon your skin is a permanent mark that you never want to forget, similar to the kisses you leave on his fingertips and chest that he vows to memorize.

He holds you near with one arm supporting you as the other reaches behind your neck to keep you from hiding away in his skin because while he loves to feel your breathing so close; he loves seeing your face even more.

“You’re my wildest dream, you know that?” He reminds you like he doesn’t tell you all the time that he can’t believe that you're his.

You even find it hard to believe that he’s yours.

Like a sinking ship that was supposed to be doomed for worse that somehow rose above and made its way to its destination — that was the best way to describe the journey that you and Steve took to make it here.

Right where you two were wrapped in a sea of clear blue water that was serene and undisturbed. That while sometimes there was a ripple that passed by, it would ultimately settle and neither of you would have to be gone in order for it to simmer down.

“I know…and I love you so much. More than anything and anyone in this world.”

Your hands cradle his jaw and your lips place a kiss on his left cheek, landing them on the double freckles that lay side by side there. You’re pretty sure that while he has a million on his skin all over his body, these two are your favorite because they remind you of how far you both have come.

That at one point you kissed this same spot goodbye before you ran away thinking he was gone forever and nowadays you get to kiss it to remind yourself and him that you two were here for a reason.

He swallows before breaking out into a smile as big as his face would allow, a mirror of what you look like yet in his eyes more pleasing to him. He lets his hands tangle gently at the nape of your neck, tilting your face just right in order to slot his against yours, hovering over the silky skin where you can feel him whispering sweet words soft enough for only you to hear.

“I love you more than you could ever imagine.”

Your lips move in unison with his, never skipping a beat which is unlike your hearts that feel swarmed with so much love that they could combust right this instant. But instead, they stay in their cages, tethered and bound to each other because you both knew that you needed each other.

That even when the summer dwindled down and fall came to make the water colder, when winter froze over the lake, and spring finally began to defrost it — you still had your boy.

The never ending summer to your seasons. The sweetness to the autumn spice. The sun and warmth on the coldest days and nights. And the lush to the sprouting months.

So while you and Steve were never perfect, nor were ever going to be…

But the storm had passed.

It was glowing in the dark.

Back alive from the dead.

This love came back.

a/n: happy july and happy speak now tv month!!!! im feeling happier this summer and im also thinking a lot about the domesticity of summer (going to the lakes, beach dips, walks around the neighborhood, ect.) and i came up with this little thing. i hope you all enjoyed it and happy summer!!!!

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[lil--nuggett]

Hey guys, so if you know Baldur's Gate 3 this is an AU for that with Hardenshipping but it's really fucked up. I will explain why it's fucked up below the cut.

Maxie is a High Half-Elf Warlock (his patron is Groudon), and Archie's a Human Fighter <3

Also I just realized this is the first time you have seen me draw Archie seriously lmao my bad guys I'll try to draw him again soon

I took a ton of inspiration for various things for these designs, including Guile for Archie's armor bc I love Guile sm!!

(More info and our dumb AU lore under here - No BG3 Spoilers I promise <3)

I'm going to tell you this now... this gets really fucking crazy and honest to god I know I'm going to have a hard time explaining this. It WILL be quite long and I WILL be yapping.

This AU is really just something we did on impulse and it's really fun to mess around with, so I'm hoping you all will enjoy the concept as well :)

I'll try to explain it simply as I can. I thank you in advance to all who sit here and read this ily sm if you read it all <3333

Anyways, okay so imagine how one could do a bg3 AU for these two fuckers...

And throw it right out the window because you'll never guess how me and my friend have done it.

The Backstory:

This all started when my friend decided to play BG3 for the first time, and he jokingly said to me "Should I make Maxie our main character??" and I replied "I you want, but I won't force you" and thus BG3 Maxie was created, and his misadventures began.

Now your probably wondering (if you've played the game) what about the guardian?? Who did we make the guardian?? Well, we made Archie the guardian. However, I did not know just how wild this idea would get within the next few days.

So, eventually we realized how crazy the BG3 lore actually is (it's a like fucking DnD campaign idk how we didn't realize this beforehand), and so, we jokingly started our own "AU Lore" that ties in with the BG3 Lore.

If you really want to know, I have an entire note in my notes app dedicated to keeping track of what happens. It is very long.

The Parasite:

Now, if you've played the game or know anything about it, you know about the Mindflayer parasites. Well, one fateful day, me and my friend joked that the Parasite in Maxie's head was this little freak who looks like Archie.

The two have no correlation other than looks, its completely coincidence and it's not a mimic situation. The Parasite "Archie" does nothing but talk nonsense to Maxie all the time, and initially the bit was that he only talked about Fortnite. All because I made the joke that the dream realm in game looked like a fortnite update. By now, that bit has fallen off (thank god), replaced by just general nonsense and lies.

Also he fucking looks like this:

Weird little freak. This is just one of his talk sprites I have, this is just his neutral expression.

So basically it's:

- Maxie was supposed to be on a Geology research trip, but instead he got dragged into the Parasite issue with the rest of the companions. He really just wants to get home to Archie.

I am the one who handles everything for Maxie in this AU, I do his voice, I handle his lore, etc.

- Parasite Archie is this 1 foot tall, neco arc-esque version of Archie that sits on Maxie's shoulder and tells him nonsensical things. He also says Maxie's name wrong, he says Maxie's full first name and pronounces it as "Maximilliam" instead of the "N" at the end. For Maxie it's like handling a toddler but the toddler fights back, doesn't shut up, and threatens your life. He also has a ton of his own lore that my friend continously adds on to, so I can make another post with just the parasite's part of things.

My friend handles everything with the Parasite himself, comes up with the lore, does the voice, etc. I simply keep track of it.

- The "dream visitor" version of Archie is not real either. It's linked to the Parasite in ways that if I get into it, I will spoil a good chunk of the game. Sorry. Just know you can consider this and Parasite Archie kind of as one in the same almost.

- The REAL Archie is still at home, completely unaware of what's happening, while Maxie is fighting for his life. He does miss him, though, and hopes he gets home soon. He and Maxie are only boyfriends, they haven't gotten married yet. (They also haven't been through their rivalry yet, as this all takes place before that happens.)

Sorry for the convoluted yap sesh, I just have more art planned for this stupid AU and- God I cannot possibly just post this shit with no context. Like, I'd have to explain it eventually so I might as well do it now beforehand yk 😭😭

I might do separate posts with our HCs and some silly conversations that have happened between Parasite Archie and Maxie if you guys would want that :)

Also, I do have all of the sessions from where my friend plays the game recorded and I'll be sure to post some clips of what Parasite Archie sounds like eventually, possibly with snippets of my shitty Maxie voice in there as well. You'll get to see the talk sprites in action with that, too.

#nugget's yapping again #apologies in advance to all the bg3 fans who end up seeing this shit im so sorry guys #nugget art!! #GOD THIS IS SO LONH IM SO SORRY GUYS #Parasite Archie #its official #he has his own tag now. god help us. #like i said ill make a separate post about Maxie and Parasite Archie so you can know more about them and their dynamic #hardenshipping #magma leader maxie #aqua leader archie #bg3 #bg3 au

[bluelancess]

Midnight Blooms | Elriel AU chapter 2/?

Sports romance, college AU.

Summary: When Elain is told by her father, a ruthless politician, that she is to marry the son of one of his closest friends, Lucien Vanserra, to assure her father’s win on the next election, she has no other choice but to agree. What she never expected was her convictions being tested by a tall, devastatingly beautiful black-haired hockey player who moved in right next door. And if there was one thing Elain was certain of, was that Azriel posed a dangerous threat to the previously dormant desires roaming inside her. And she needed to stay far, far away from him.

Tags: forbidden love, arranged marriage, forced proximity, modern setting, slow burn

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Read on AO3.

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Chapter 2

I notice everything you do or don't do

AZRIEL 

Cassian hits my shoulder hard with one of his huge hands as soon as the main door to the girl’s house closes, and none of them are looking at us anymore. He has probably been waiting to punch me since the invite for the party escaped my lips. 

Good thing he didn’t aim for the jaw or cheekbone, although we do have a no-face-punching rule, but Cassian tends to forget it pretty often. Or at least that’s how he excuses himself every fucking time. 

“What the fuck was that, Az?” He grunts my way. “You want to kill our party before it even starts?” 

“Don’t be so dramatic,” I tell him, taking a couple steps back, I’m holding my third bottle of beer in my right hand, it’s almost over, the liquid pretty much room temperature. 

Last semester, when we lived in that awful one bedroom apartment near campus, parties were one hundred percent off limits. We didn’t even have a living room, for fuck’s sake. The kitchen consisted of the tiniest little oven ever, and a sink that barely fit two plates and a mug. Granted, the rent was cheap. So cheap, we could spend the rest of our money on take-out, liquor and WiFi, which is pretty much all you need to survive college. 

But a couple weeks before finals, the whole building was infested with the fattest, and ugliest rats I’ve ever seen, Cassian even made a sport out of getting the little fuckers out of the apartment, and I guess it was a silent agreement that we couldn’t stay there for another year. No fucking way. 

So I saved every penny I got from all the jobs my boss assigned me during the summer. Yes, maybe not all of them were entirely legal, but they payed generously and in cash, how was I supposed to pass the opportunity when it got us this amazing house? It is only a bonus that we have three, hot as fuck neighbors. Almost like the universe is rewarding us for all the shit it made us go through when we were children. 

About fucking time. 

“Dramatic? I’ve been planning this thing for weeks,” Cassian says, rubbing his face with the palm of his hand. “It’s the last time I can get properly drunk before practice starts. Coach is a pain in the ass with his no-drinking-during-the-season-or-get-the-fuck-out rule, and you know it.” 

“Let’s go inside,” Rhys says, leaving the end of the sentence hanging unsaid in the air, but I imagine it would go as something like: you uncivilized brutes. 

“You’re just proving my point, Cass,” I say, hiding a smile, looking over my shoulder one last time at the house on the other side of the street, I stop on my tracks when I see the curtain of the kitchen window rustle. Are they still watching us? 

Is she still watching us?

The pretty, quiet one. Fuck, I couldn’t look away from those big, sweet eyes and those full, pink lips. I’d die to just give them a little taste, a tiny bite until she’s melting and moaning against me. I remember her from last year. We took a class together, I’m pretty sure she never really noticed me. She sat at the front, I sat on the back. She was quiet, so shy, did all the group assignments on her own, and always got the highest grade. The professor used to be a jerk and tease her because she was so smart, but so damn quiet she never showed how fucking intelligent she was to the rest of the class. I had to fight the urge to kick his ugly ass whenever he started his shit with her. 

It made the whole class laugh at her expense, the fucking asshole. 

I admit my reasons for inviting them to the party were completely selfish. I saw an opportunity and took it. Now, the real surprise would be if she actually shows up tomorrow night. 

“I also think it is a good idea to have them over for the party,” Rhysand says, putting one hand on my left shoulder, and the other on Cassian’s, guiding us inside the house. “They won’t call the cops if they’re having a good time. Right, Az?” 

I shrug. “Sure.”

“Oh, come on, you two,” Cassian shakes his head like his disappointed. “Always thinking with your dicks.” 

“Not my problem that girl is giving you blue balls.” I say, walking a bit faster to get away from him before he decides to punch something other than my shoulder. 

Cassian grunts. 

“Is that why you’ve been so moody all summer?” Rhys asks lifting a brow, and Cass shoots him a death glare. “Wait, don’t tell me you fell in love with this girl after just one night, Cassian. We’re not fifteen anymore” 

“Shut up, asshole.” 

“I’m just saying.” Rhys lifts both hands in the air, innocently. 

I smile, watching them. We’ve been together, the three of us, since we were little kids. Pretty much fending for ourselves in a world that doesn’t like people like us. Alone, but never really lonely. From foster home to foster home. By some miracle, we were always placed together in different families. Five to be exact. Most kicked us out after a couple months, claimed we were too much to handle, or whatever the fuck that means. 

We were children, noisy, curious, maybe a little too energetic, but they wanted us to behave like robots, follow orders to a tee, never complain, and of course, they wanted the government’s money. Turns out, dealing with us wasn’t worth the little compensation they were receiving, so ultimately all of them ended up throwing us back into the black whole we came from. 

Everything changed when we got to Gramps and Nana’s house. Recently retired, house empty after their biological kids were all grown up and left, they decided to take us in. Treated us like their own. It was so unlike every single other house we’d been at, the we contemplated running away the first two weeks. It felt too good to be true. Almost like a trap. 

Nana won us over with her killer brownies and Gramps taught us everything he knew about hockey. 

We wouldn’t be here without them. 

“Well, don’t ask,” Cassian starts walking up the stairs, like the subject actually bothers him, which is completely unusual for him. “I’m telling you guys, those girls are going to be nothing but trouble.” 

Rhys eyes gleam like he’s visualizing exactly what Cassian is referring to, and he’s up for the challenge. 

“Isn’t that the fun of it, Cass?” Rhys teases him. 

“When you’re the one walking around with blue balls over that girl, Rhys, we’ll talk.” 

“Oh, but I won’t.” Rhys’ voice is laced in arrogant confidence. 

“She has a boyfriend,” I remind him, nearing our brand new couch in the living room. It’s dark blue, almost black, and it’s huge. It had to be, if it wants to fit the three of us at the same time. Gramps gifted it to us before we moved here, said he couldn’t bare the thought of us sitting on the floor on such a big house. Is pretty much the only piece of decent furniture we own. 

“Not for long.” Rhys shrugs, opening the fridge we have in the living room and grabbing another beer. It seemed like a better place than the kitchen, considering that if we’re watching sports we don’t have to walk all the way there to grab something to drink. 

Cassian barks a laugh. “You’re too cocky, is going to bite you in the ass.” 

“I happen to enjoy ass bites.” Rhys laughs again, and I’m silently glad we’re not fighting. 

We hardly ever do. 

We’ve been through so much already, always sticking together, and having each other’s back, that there doesn’t seem to be anything that would be important enough for us to fight over. 

Cassian shakes his head, and climbs the stairs like he has so much pent up energy he’d like to release. A couple seconds later, he’s blasting music in his bedroom and to probably hide the annoying noise his rusty-ass treadmill makes. It’s so old the damn thing is practically falling apart by just looking at it. 

“If I’d known those three lived here, I would’ve moved out from that rat hell a lot sooner,” Rhys says, sitting next to me, and turning on the television, none of us really pay attention to it. I don’t have to look at my brother to know his eyes are also glued to the window right beside the screen, the one that gives us a front row seat to the house in front. 

“They moved in last year,” I tell him, taking the beer from his grip to steal a sip.

“You know them?” He asks me, a curious look in his eyes. I know almost everyone. I like to watch people. Listen when they think I’m not paying attention. I happened to learn at a very young age, that information is the real currency of the world. It can get you pretty much anywhere you want to go if you know how to use it correctly.

“Just two of them.” I tell him, giving his beer back. “The third one is probably a freshman. I’d never seen her around here before.” 

“I hadn’t seen any of them around here before.” 

“Nesta’s pre-law,” I begin to explain. “Has every loser in campus either shitting their pants on her presence or trying to get into her pants.” 

“That’s Cassian’s?” Rhys asks, as if it needs confirmation. 

“Yup,” I nod. “And Elain… No idea what her major is. She’s pretty reserved, keeps to herself, doesn’t go out much.” I shrug, pretending she doesn’t pique my interest in the slightest, which couldn’t be further from the truth. “I took a class with her last year, I’m guessing she’s maybe an art major.” 

Rhys takes a big gulp from his beer. “That leaves us the third sister.” 

“Right, the one with the boyfriend.” 

“Love it that you keep reminding me,” Rhys shoots me a not so friendly glare. 

“There’s a thousand girls on campus that would pretty much give up their first born to sleep with you, Rhys,” I remind him. “No need to want one that’s unavailable.”  

“I happen to like challenges.” His shoulders go tense when the door of the house in front of ours opens, and the girl whose name we don’t know yet walks out, some cash on her hand. There’s a bike in the street, some skinny guy pulling handing her two boxes of pizza. 

She thanks him with a wide smile, and Rhys takes a long gulp from his beer. 

“Yeah, but you’re a sore loser.” 

He smiles wickedly at me. “Which only means I have to make sure I don’t lose.” 

I roll my eyes, and he simply lets out a dark chuckle. I’m not joking when I say any of us could get literally any girl on campus we wanted. They’re practically drooling at our feet, mostly after games, and the quota of girls drastically increases if we win it. But, after a couple years playing for the Night Beasts, and getting used to the attention, it has only made it… boring. Predictable. 

Too easy. 

Rhysand grabs the keys of his pick-up truck that were laying on top of the fridge and hands me his half empty beer bottle.

“Where are you going?” 

“To buy the best fucking wine I can get my hands on.” 

He leaves before I can stop him, and I’m left on my own in the big, dark first floor of the house, surrounded by nothing but shadows, peeking trough the window like a complete stalker, at the way they’re sitting in the kitchen table, eating pizza and laughing. My eyes glued to one of the sisters in particular, her soft smiles, the curve of her neck, her lips wrapping around the straw of her drink, putting such filthy images in my head I force myself to look away, adjust the bulge on my pants and go take a cold shower. 

Fuck. 

It’s going to be a long year. 

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in honor of time magazine softlaunching elriel i decided to post another chapter! I actually never thought people would read it so i'm glad you guys are liking it<333

#elriel #pro elriel #elain x azriel #pro elain #azriel x elain #acotar #azriel #elain archeron #elriel AU #elriel fanfiction

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Headcanons with accompanying doodles

Below are headcanons and stuff of multiple creepypasta dudes.

Random thought from a friend: Zalgo really not liking being summoned by either their followers or random weirdos, so he would be very passive aggressive and try to cut time short to get the hell out of there so they can go back to whatever they were doing before. Not nessacarily a headcanon, but I'd like to imagine it.

Anyways, Zalgo in a a steriotypical "I really don't wanna be here" shirt

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Since me and my friend headcanon Slender as blind ( legally, at least. It can still vaugely see shapes near itself, but otherwise can't see shit without the use of its azoth. Anyways - ), and because of their species weird thing about height, Slender might mistake a light pole to be one of its species and sort of just. Stand there, sizing it up for a couple of hours.

Imagine your walking in the woods and see a fucker the size of a two story house sizing up a lamp post.

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It's said ghosts and demons can't get to you if you are in a circle of salt. And since Sally is a ghost, I'd imagine that salt should would work on her too.

Cue, teddy bear in a salt circle. Whoever put it there, who knows - but they are an asshole.

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I haven't read LJ's story, so idk if the shit I'm saying would be technically canon or not, but I'd like to think he'd use his box as a place to sleep. Sure, he was imprisoned in the box for a long ass time, but hey - self torture and trauma can't get in the way of a good night's sleep.

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'Nother thing about LJ - I'd like to imagine he would collect those dumb plushie clowns. Whether its because he finds them cute or as a way to cope, who knows.

Also, LJ's design is different from the original cause I'd like to think his little accessories and shit can be removed. Also gives the impression of him being a plush doll, which is what he is in my mind lol.

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Ill make a post about SlenderFolk and my version later on, but here's an example of how some would sleep. They can also sleep while standing, looking like a tree from far away with their azoth just sort of hanging around everywhere to keep them upright. Course, though, if they were to feel safe enough, they can just lay down like a cat or something.

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SlenderFolk are tall as hell, so the thought of them being struck my lighting due to how high they are is funny as fuck. Depending on how old the SlenderFolk is, I'd like to imagine they would have more lighting scars or something like that. Shows the age.

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Little doodle of Slenderman as a welp. Result of a convo between my friend on the wholesome tragedy thats going on between Splendor and Slender. In the rp lore, Splendor is the oldest out of the bunch, with Slender being the second oldest. Splendor took care of himself and his brother during the evolution of human civilization, being all cute and shit before character development happened and their relationship turned sour.

But yeah! Slender as a lil cutie.

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Speaking of welps - SlenderFolk call their youth welps. Course, the person showed on the ground isn't a welp, as its one of my ocs ( mechanical limbs due to unwilling experimentation by the military - it's a long story ). Again, Slenderman being blind helps create funny ( at least to me and my friend ) scenerios that double as a way to explore SlenderFolk culture and weird cryptid lore.

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And that's about it. More to come soon :)

#slender brothers #creepypasta #splendorman #slender bros #sally williams #laughing jack #zalgo creepypasta #slenderfolk #art #slenderman

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Imagine being Ronin Mikey in Eclipse Across Dimensions.

You lost your brothers, your father, you live in an apocalyptic police state run by the Footclan (who are why majority of your family are dead) with your sister and your niece. You want revenge against the Footclan's leader (you are also actively suicidal and constantly hear the voices of your dead family haunting you)

Then one day two mutant turtles literally fall from the sky. Both wearing orange masks (familiar orange masks, like the one you used to wear) they both fight with nunchucks (just like yours)

They are yelling the names of your dead brothers as they travel through the remains of your city, as if expecting an answer from the dead.

As soon as they two turtles see you, they full on CHARGE AT YOU AT FULL SPEED

You cannot escape them. They are FAST little fuckers. (And considering the fact that the smaller of the two threw an entire flying BUS at Foot Police...yeah you dont wanna tick him off.)

It doesnt take long for them to catch you. And then they are attached. Literally, you cant get them off of you. They are strong as hell.

You begrudingly head home (with the two turtles still clinging to you like leeches)

Once at home the duo start the rapid fire questions ("Have you seen our brothers?" "Raph is this tall and he's like a chihuahua!" "Donnie has a forehead bigger than Montana! You can't miss it!" "My Donnie has a gap tooth like Michael! Its more in the center so have you seen him?" "Leo is hurt really really badly but when I find him Im gonna wring his neck! So do you know where he is?" "Dark blue eyes? Twin katanas? Any tornados recently?") So you end up learning a few things.

One-The multiverse is real

Two-These turtles are alternate versions of YOU

Three-They are looking for alternate versions of your dead brothers.

Four-They have mystic powers

Five-Their brothers all got separated after the biggest deadliest fight of their lives to prevent an ACTUAL APOCALYPSE from happening. (Also one of their brothers, Leon, is most likely on the brink of death)

Its...a lot to take in.

These poor kids look exhausted, battered and injured (the younger one's hands are wrapped in bandages up to the elbows, his hands trembling nonstop, while the older one has an arm completely wrapped in a cast and a thick piece of gause covering most of his plastron) the least you can do is let them stay with you.

They take up residence in your home, claiming a pile of old pillows and blankets as their bed.

Neither of them leave each other's side. And considering everything they went through, you dont blame them.

The next week or so is spent searching New York for their missing brothers, because you will be damned if you'll let two versions of you experience the same pain and grief you did. You dont find the missing turtles.

And while the two turtles are terrifying to watch as they help you fight the Foot Police (despite the massive injuries the younger turtles have)

So eventually the two turtles leave, with sullen faces.

You feel bad for them, you really do. These poor kids are going through the worst time in their lives. Their family is missing, there was an attempt at Alien dominion, everyone is badly hurt. The entire world almost got destroyed. All in a day.

(The older Mikey gave you a cellphone shaped like a turtle shell. "If you find them or hear anything about them, please call us ok?" And then the two left)

You look through the phone's gallery (you dont go further than that) it was an older version with all the data already backed up. There are pictures, videos. Pictures of a family so similar to the one you lost, videos of eight turtles all having fun and beeing teenagers. It makes your heart ache. Your family used to look like that, before everything went to shit.

You can only hope that these two will be alright.

Then about a month later the two turtles return (in significantly better shape than before)

Maybe they found their brothers? Before you can ask they both look up at you with bright smiles on their faces.

You chat with them for a bit before...

"You're coming with us." The older one states. Its not a question, you dont have a choice.

Something's...off about them. (Maybe its the way their smiles looked strained, or how blank their eyes look.) Then you notice that their veins are jet black in color, visible on their skin all the way up to their cheeks. Its in their bloodshot eyes too, making the veins pitch black. It was unsettling.

You naturally back away, something clearly happened to these two since they left. The Mikeys approach, drawing their weapons. The smiles never leaving their faces.

You fight them, they move MUCH faster than before and they are so much stronger.

You don't stand a chance. Despite your decades of fighting and experience, your years of training, every single skill your worked hard to master.

It didn't matter.

For some reason these kids were whooping your ass into next Tuesday, every hit hurting more than the last.

It doesnt take long before your head is slammed into a wall, knocking you out cold.

The next time you wake you are tied to a surgical table, thick metal restraints keeping you pinned. You are in a lab of some kind, a dark lab that reeked of old blood an chemicals.

As you lay there struggling to free yourself you hear whistling that rings like bells. A tail being dragged across the floor, aow excited sounding growl mixing in with the two precious sounds. Theres also the click-clacking of high heels against the floor.

Four women enter the room. Three are wearing lab coats and appear to be mutants (The first one a ghostly white and lizard like, with long curling horns and four green eyes, she looks bored of you. Her hands have been replaced by what look like mutant wolf paws with claws long enough to slice your head clean off.

The second being shorter, a rosey pink colored salamander with matching green eyes, she looks mildly amused at your struggles. Bat wings that clearly do not belong on her body have been attached to her back, judging by the mystical looking band around her chest that probably lets her actually use the wings given the wire connecting to the back.

The third and tallest of the trio appears to be the most humanoid, she looked amphibious, with the webbed hands and the gills on her neck. Her skin was a dark blue, near black color covered in rainbow freckles, like water and motor oil. Her hair is black black smoke, wisping around like a snake. Her eyes are a bright red, framed by thin gold glasses. She has a massive burn scar on the right side of her face. She grins menacingly, her sharp pointy teeth glinting in the dim light)

The final woman is the shortest of all four, older looking with purple skin and wearing an expensive purple dress, blue coat with green fur. She moves her silver bangs out of her eyes before looking at you, a bright red gemstone on her chest practically glowing. She taps it, turning into a giant spider mutant.

"Hello my turtly boo!" She coos, having the audacity to boop you on the nose with her claw. "My havent you grown into a befuzzled behemoth! But so dull, where's the dazzle? The excitement?"

Oh jow you want to deck this giant spiser in the face.

She turns to the amphibian lady. "Dr. Bloodmoon, I expect this brute to be Battle Nexus ready by tomorrow night! Feel free to get as creative as your dimblely little heart desires, just make him more attention grabbing please. I need a new champion to replace the Shredder Beast after all."

The Shredder WHAT?

The amphibian smiles, her lizard assistants joining her with a sadistic look in their eyes. "Of course mother! I would be honored to create your newest champion. However I will need access to only the finest parts and materials. I'm assuming I can retrieve such things from the Nexus?"

The spider nods before leaving. "Do not disappoint me again, or you can go back to the disgusting little prison cell you were staying in!" Now you were left alone with the scientists.

The amphibian claps her hands. "We have much to do and so little time! Katrina, go retrieve a mamba scorpion stinger from the Nexus! As well as some Lycan claws and perhaps a few bat wings."

The white lizard nods before disappearing down the dark hallway.

"Anastasia, would you be a dear and fetch the bonesaw?"

"Yes Doctor." The pink lizard says, strutting over to a far shelf. The amphibian leans over you, watching as you struggle helplessly in your binds. Its like they get tighter the more you pull at them.

"When I get out of here-"

"You're going into the Battle Nexus Arena, and you will become the champion!" She suddenly grabs your face really tightly, her claws digging in your skin. "I am NOT going back to that prison cell, do you understand me? I am not going to sit there waiting to be executed because YOU refuse to cooperate. So you will do as I say or I will show you new levels of agony that would make you WISH you were dead! Am I CLEAR!" She hisses evilly while trying to crush your face like a stress ball.

"I already wish I was dead. So do your worst. Because I'm getting out of here and then your head will be rolling across the god damn floor." The woman looks shocked at your threat as her assistant returns.

The pink lizard holds up a large circular saw, probably twice the size of your head.

And it was literally made out of bones. Lovely.

"I want his liver." The pink lizard says, and you cant help but shudder.

The amphibian locks eyes with you. "You can have it, in fact you can have anything else you want besides the brain, heart and lungs." The lizard laughs, revving up the bonesaw.

"I was going to be nice and use a bit of anesthesia, but I much rather listen to your suffering." The bonesaw starts to be lowered to your exposed plastron. "Be sure to scream nice and loud so I can hear you over the saw ok?" You struggle harder in your restraints, trying desperately to break free.

As the saw comes closer and closer you can't help but think 'Is this it? Am I actually going to die like this? Without even avenging my family?'

You shut your eyes, bracing for whats to come.

It seems that even after all these years turtle luck is truly a bitch.

All you can do is hope the two Mikeys will somehow be ok.

The saw makes contact with your plastron and you can't help but scream.

It only gets worse from here.

#tmnt the last ronin #spoilers ronin Mikey will be fine #eventually #hehehhehe #eclipse across dimensions will be fun #EVERYONE'S GETTING WHUMPED #:):)

[hertzwritings]

The secrets we keep

A/N: SMUT WEEKEND IS UPON US!! Let’s start out sweet… Hahhahahahah, no, we’re not. Get y’all a tall drink of water, because we’re kicking this ish off with a dominat, angry Nomad!Steve (in looks, at least).

You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized drabble, one-shot or multichapter fic – the sky is the limit, so go nuts, my loves.

Remember, feedback feeds the soul and my requests – and askbox – are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me and I have none.

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x female reader

Contains: language, slight angst, mentions of blood, mentions of knives, mentions of fighting, mentions of guns, mentions of wounds, Avengers!Reader infidelity, smut (MINORS DNI) slightly dark themes, fingering, Dom!Steve, Possessive!Steve, oral (m receiving), spitting, degradation, humiliation, Beefy!Steve, Nomad!Steve, praise kink, sir/captain-kink, cream-pie, spanking, hitting, slight knife-play, breath-play, slight hate-fucking and probably something else, I lost track (also I’m ignoring the end of Endgame because I can and it sucks ass)

W.C.: 4.030

  The secrets we keep

To say the mission had gone sideways down shit creek and you had lost your paddles along the way, seemed to be an understatement. You were surrounded by bloodied and bruised men, all with snarls on their faces and guns pointed at your face.

Not that it really mattered, not to you. You weren’t one of the best Widows for nothing.

You heard the muted grunts and twangs of metal hitting concrete from the other side of the wall and heard Steve’s voice ring out – you couldn’t hear what he said, but you liked to imagine it was kill every single fucker in front of you.

Yes, Captain.

You snarled and ran headfirst to the closest enemy, jumping and locking your legs around his throat, effectively squeezing the life from him. His arms flailed and the idiot still had a finger on the trigger, which meant the semi-automatic went off in any and all directions, taking down most of his comrades, severely injuring the rest.

Were they all new? With a single flex of your thighs, you heard the unmistakable crunch of a windpipe collapsing, and the man fell to his knees, grabbing fruitlessly at you and his throat. You let go of him, mostly because you had no reason to continue letting your legs wrap around him. He was dead, anyway, it was just a matter of time.

You made quick work of the living, but bleeding men on the ground, before sauntering out of the room, knocking on the door where you heard the shield whoosh through the air before clanging against something – probably a person. “Why the hell are you knocking!?” He shouted as you came in. Blood was spattered in his beard, and you lifted your eyebrow, leaning against the wall; it was the larger part of the warehouse, enemies lingering in shadows, and before Steve had time to reprimand you, you grabbed your knife from the holster on your thigh, let it fly through the air and hit the intended target square between the eyes. Steve turned and saw the guy, dressed in all black (typical) fall to his knees right behind him.

“Just… Fight, for fuck’s sake.” He grumbled before leaping at another oncoming enemy.

“Aye, aye, Captain.” You mocked and joined the fight.

  The trip back was both long, boring and full of tension. Steve was glaring daggers at you, while Bucky looked between the two of you, waiting to see who’d break first. Sam was half asleep.

“’How could you not get the goddamn files?!” Steve barked finally. “HA! Sam, you owe me fifteen.” Bucky said, punching Sam’s injured arm a little harder than necessary. “Asshole.” Sam grumbled and while rubbing the injured arm, pulled out a wallet from God knows where to hand Bucky the money. You rolled your eyes at Steve, crossing your arms. “If you hadn’t sent me on a wild goose chase, I would’ve. But no, in your infinite wisdom, you sent me alone to the wrong side of the building. Don’t blame me for your mistakes.” Bucky groaned and handed ten of the fifteen back to Sam. Steve narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you dare put this on me.” “Likewise.” “If you hadn’t paraded yourself around like a whore before getting the files, we would have been fine.” You pretended that those words didn’t hurt. He had asked you to, so you’d have a way in, this mistake wasn’t on you. “That was your bright idea, Steveie-boy. You even chose the outfit. Captain.” And with that, you closed your eyes and pretended to fall asleep. You heard Bucky say something akin to dude, what the fuck, but it didn’t matter much. Steve was an asshole when he didn’t get his way, and you knew it.

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You pulled your tac-suit off and threw it in the hamper, before you slipped your pajamas on, texting your boyfriend as you walked. Martin was nice, sweet and an accountant, which meant very little bossing around, no bruises and no missions. Good for you, really. You didn’t really look where you were going, your face buried in your phone as you walked to the compound kitchen to get yourself some aspirin and a giant bottle of water. Your shoulder ached and your knee looked like a Pollock-painting, which meant a world of hurt tomorrow.

You bumped into a very broad, very hard chest and almost fell to your ass. Steve stared down at you, eyes ablaze – you gulped. That was a look, you didn’t want to be on the receiving end of. “Steve.” You tried to step around him, but he moved with you and clenched his jaw. “Steve, I do actually have somewhere to be.” You said, a little annoyed at his antics. “What, to be with your boytoy?” You rolled your eyes. Typical men – you have one heated kiss, both covered in blood and cuts, and suddenly, he had some moronic claim to you. You cocked your eyebrow.

“What’s it to you?” you shot back. His eyes darkened and you knew you were extremely close to crossing a line. “Don’t try me. You already ignored my orders, dismissed your mission and tried to put it on me. Don’t fucking try me.” You would never get over the perfect Captain America, the golden boy, swearing. He didn’t really seem the type, although the beard and longer hair had clearly inspired some level of bad boy. “Oh, shut up. Just because you are an arrogant ass, doesn’t mean the rest of us are. I’m happy to make you see your own faults, Captain.” You sneered and tried to step around him again. Your phone buzzed in your hand, but you didn’t get a chance to see whatever Martin had answered, because Steve grabbed your shoulder and slammed you against the wall, pushing all the air from your lungs. You groaned at the impact.

“Be a brat one more time, I’m begging you.” He threatened with dark eyes. You almost couldn’t see the blue anymore and realized he hadn’t even showered yet, blood still dried in small flecks in his beard, his tac-suit still on. You narrowed your eyes.

“Get fucked, Stevie. I’m not a brat to tame.” “I’ve dealt with worse.” Your thighs shook a little and you were acutely aware of the force he used to hold you to the wall. He would definitely leave his fingerprints embedded in your skin. You ignored the pooling heat that rushed between your legs, a familiar, dull ache settling.

“Oh, honey, cute of you to think there’s any brats like me.” You whispered, not really caring anymore. Anger was rolling off your shoulders in waves and he had to just step one step closer, and you’d have your knife against his throat, Captain America or not. He cocked an eyebrow confidently and his leg slid between yours, his thick thigh pushing against your treacherous core. Asshole.

“Anywhoo, unless you plan to use actual force on me, I’ll be on my way.” You tried to move your legs, somehow cross over his giant thigh, but the friction made you whimper instead. That seemed to do him in, and he growled, picked you up faster than expected, hauling you over his shoulder – you tried to punch his back, trying to hit an area near the shoulder blades that normally would most men buckle, but Steve just chuckled and slapped your ass hard enough to make you feel nauseous. “Put me down, asshole!” Your phone vibrated in your hand again. “Shut up, oh my God, do you ever just stop talking!?” He growled and threw you over the couch in the common room. You grunted on impact, your ass still stinging, and you narrowed your eyes at him; your phone had flown out of your hand as you landed on the couch, and it lit up with several messaged from Martin.

“What the fuck, Steve?” you roared, but he simply stalked to you, eyebrow raised and caged you between his arms, your back sinking into the back of the couch. “FRIDAY, lock any entry-points to this room.” “Captain Rogers…” He didn’t wait for FRIDAY’S response. “Just do it!” “Yes, Captain Rogers.” Slowly, one by one, you heard the locks on the doors click and his predatory smile widened. You phone buzzed again. “You are insufferable.” “Yeah, well. Part of my brand.” You answered, but you heard it yourself – your voice didn’t have the bite, it usually did, and it was breathier than normal. “You think you can talk back to me, act out like a fucking brat and not get punished for it?” You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the implications behind the words. “Oh, what are you going to do? Keep me off missions until I’m begging on my knees?” You realized a heartbeat too late, that you had done yourself a great disservice by talking back. “Well… I’m getting you on your knees no matter what.” He asserted, his eyes darting back and forth over yours. You didn’t have time to react, to retort or to even think, before his lips were on yours.

You yelped against it, his hand tangling in your hair and a growl came from the back of his throat. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, anger seeping in along with want and lust – he was rough, rougher than you had expected him to be. He tugged your lower lip between his teeth and bit down and pulled your hair roughly. The pain made you hiss through your teeth, and you felt him smile against you. You cursed yourself for feeling anything other than annoyance, but it was the plight of you – Steve fucking Rogers and his dirty mouth made you feel tingly in all the right places. He slid his tongue against yours and practically hoisted you to your feet by your hair.

“Quiet, all of the sudden?” He whispered against your lips. You were about to bite back at him, say something incredibly stupid, when he lifted his eyebrow in a challenge. “Now, now, you better be careful with that filthy mouth of yours.” You narrowed your eyes at him and ignored the throbbing between your legs.

Asshole.

“Make me, America’s asshole.” His eyes flashed, and you could barely see any blue left; he pulled back slightly and forced your mouth open with a thick finger, before he spat at you. It landed on your tongue, and despite feeling like you should be disgusted by it, it made your legs tremble and a small whine come from your throat. “Swallow.” His voice was commanding, and you honestly didn’t dare disobey right now. He grinned wickedly as you swallowed and looked back at him. “Such a good whore, aren’t you?” God-fucking-damnit. His large hands came to rest on your shoulders, and he forced you to your knees, slowly and forcefully.

“Steve, I have a…” “I don’t give a rat’s ass about your boyfriend. Mention him again, and I’ll fucking call him to make him listen to me fuck the brat out of you.” You squeezed your thighs together and he chuckled darkly as he began undoing his suit. “You like that? Wanting him to hear you get fucked raw by me, until you’re too stupid to do anything but scream my name?” He fisted his cock in his pants, and your eyes widened – even hidden behind layers and his hand, you could see just how big he was. “You want me to fuck you stupid, sweetheart?” His voice was deep and dangerously quiet. “Yes.” The answer came before you could even think about the implications of it. “Good girl.” He gently caressed your face with his thumb before his entire palm connected with your cheek. The sting made you yelp, and you almost lost your balance. Your cheek was burning, and your eyes watered, but a gush of slickness coated your underwear, and you couldn’t help but moan slightly at the warmth spreading on your cheek. “Open your mouth.” He demanded and you cocked an eyebrow at him, tilting your head slightly. “Why?” There’s no fun in playing without biting back a little. Besides, Martin might be nice, but you needed rough – especially today, where you were already burning with rage. He growled and held your chin in a vicelike grip, bending down to face you. “Little girl, do you have a fucking death wish?” You stood your ground, trying desperately not to let his tone get to you – your underwear was most definitely ruined by now. “Maybe.” “Open. Your. Fucking. Mouth.” He pressed harder against you, and slowly, but surely forced your mouth open. Your knees followed, spreading your legs a little wider, either to get some kind of relief or to steady yourself better, you didn’t know. “There’s my girl.” He pulled his cock out and you almost drooled at the sight, when he stood at full height again, staring down at you. He was huge.

Thick and long, an angrily pulsing vein running along the underside of him, and the head throbbing and red, leaking precum. He was a fucking sight for gods. You looked at him and caught his eye. “I thought you were going to fuck the brat out of me, are you just going to stand there?” He chuckled and with a single thrust, he let his cock slide between your lips, further and further in, until you were gagging around him, and he hit the back of your throat. He moaned, and the sound sent shivers down your spine. Tears spilled down your cheeks and drool began seeping from your lower lip, pooling on the floor beneath you; he grinned at you. “Is that all you can take, you dumb, fucking whore?” he asked – you knew it was rhetorical. “That won’t do, will it?” He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed further into you, his cock sliding down your throat; you were gagging and choking around him, spit flying out around his cock, and his hand went to your throat – he felt the bulge, he created in your throat and smiled at you. “There we are, baby girl. Look at you, so quiet when my cock is buried in your throat, huh?” He slowly pulled back, giving you a chance to breathe, but as soon as you had sucked it in through your nose, he slammed back in again and then he began fucking your throat like he wanted to murder you.

You were whining as much as you could around him, gagging loudly and tears were streaming down your face, mixing on your chin with the drool; he held tightly to your hair and fucked you relentlessly. You were sopping wet, the commanding and domineering attitude he had was more than enough to make you wetter than a fucking waterfall.

“Fuck, you’re good… Look at you taking my cock so fucking well, baby.” He groaned and pulled out of your throat, looking down at you. You were heaving for a breath, wiping the drool and the tears from your chin before looking back up at him. “You like it rough, don’t you, baby?” He whispered. “Like getting choked out on my cock?” You nodded, breathless still. He discarded the top part of his suit, letting it hang from his back and he looked at the small pool of drool and tears under you. “Face down, ass up.” “Steve, I…” “Did you talk fucking back to me?” He snarled and grabbed your hair again. You whimpered. “You’re a dirty, fucking girl, darling, and you’re going to look it.” He forced your face down and you felt your cheek connect with the wetness of your drool; humiliation rushed over your body at the same time as a new surge of heat fell between your legs, and you were about to fucking combust. “Not such a smart mouth on you now, huh?” He let go of your hair and stood, letting his boot rest on your neck, barely applying pressure. “Don’t you have anything to say to me, or did I already make you dumb, just by having my cock in your throat?” He jeered. That was it. Your eyes flew open, and you glared at him, a wicked smile spreading on your lips. “I thought you were a dom, captain. Is that all you got?” Might as well go full out. “Oh, baby, don’t threaten me with a good time.” He whispered back, and lifted his boot from your neck, moving to stand behind you. You didn’t dare move. “These fucking shorts… God, you’re making my life a living hell every day, you wear these.” He tugged them down your legs and you hissed at the way his short nails scraped against your skin.

  “Oh, baby, all this for me?” He ran a finger against your wet underwear, pressing in against your folds and you mewled at the sensation. “All this from fucking your throat and calling you a dirty whore, baby? You really are fucking filthy.” He almost sounded proud. “I hope you’re not attached to these.” He said casually before ripping them straight from your skin, leaving a lingering burn on your hips; you pushed back against the sensation, and he chuckled darkly, leaning his wide body over yours, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “All of this? Is mine. Got it?” You whimpered and tried to nod, but he slapped your ass hard enough for you to see stars. “Words, baby.” He rubbed a hand over the spot, he had just hit, and you moaned. “Yes. All yours. Yours, Captain.” He hissed and removed his face from yours.

You felt a finger dip inside of you easily and bucked your hips against it; it already felt so fucking good, and it was one finger. He chuckled darkly. “Look at you, so fucking ready for me already. Do you get this wet for your little boytoy, darling? Does he fuck you this well?” he added another finger, and you were just about to explode. “Steve, fuck, I-I’m…” He stopped moving instantly “What did you call me?” His voice was menacing. “Shit, no, I’m sorry… Captain, please…” Your pussy pulsed around his fingers, desperate for friction, but he pulled them roughly from you and spanked you hard. “Here I was going to reward you for taking my cock so well…” He spoke slowly and measured. “I guess you need some more punishment.” He moved around for a little bit and you couldn’t really see what he was doing from your vantagepoint, but you definitely heard the sound of a phone ringing. “No, please, he can’t…” Your words ended in a moan when he pushed inside of you roughly, bottoming out. The saying split in two wasn’t something you believed in, but in this moment, you might start. He filled you completely, the head nudging your cervix and your thighs trembled, coated in your own slick – you didn’t care that your face was wet from spit, that your cheek was burning or that the phone was currently calling your boyfriend. All you wanted was for him to fuck you. “You don’t get to cum, until I say so.” His voice was strained, and it gave you a sick satisfaction that he was just as affected as you were. “Yes, captain.” You moaned. “Good, fucking slut…” You vaguely heard the phone being answered, but any semblance of thought left your head, when Steve drew back and slammed back in. You screamed and bucked your hips, trying to meet his deep thrusts; he chuckled and you heard another voice somewhere, but didn’t give a shit for right now.

  He fucked into you with ruthless abandon, the wet sounds of your pussy paired with martin’s voice from the phone echoing throughout the room; you barely had the wherewithal to even notice your boyfriend’s voice. “This… Fuck…” Steve gasped and angled his hips a little to press deeper inside of you. “Is how you fuck Y/N, boytoy. Hear her scream out for me?” He snapped his hips and you whimpered, teetering so close to the edge, you were sure you’d collapse if Steve didn’t hold your hips up. “You should see her… Spread out wide, taking my cock so fucking good… She’s getting off on…” he groaned. “On knowing you’re hearing her like this… So fucking cock-drunk she can’t even fucking speak.” His words were addictive and you felt yourself clench around his large cock, drawing him deeper inside. “You’re going to cum for me, baby? Cum for your captain?” his finger found your clit, and you couldn’t hold it back. “Yeah, that’s fucking right, cum.” Your mouth opened in a breathless and soundless scream as you came around him, pleasure rippling through your veins; he was fucking you harder than ever, letting you ride it out on him. “She just came… Fucking shit, baby… All over my cock.” He whispered, clearly aimed at Martin. “She’s mine.”

Something came over you as the haze of your orgasm died down, and energy shot through you; there was no way you’d let him have the last word in this. You managed to roll your hips slightly, eliciting a groan from Steve, and in one move, you had your legs wrapped around his waist, flinging yourself to the side; he tumbled to the ground, still inside of you and pulled you with him. You quickly managed to straddle him, hand searching for the intended mark and found it; the small knife in his thigh holster.

You leaned down on him, your breath fanning over his face, knife in your hand and slid back down on his cock again, moaning as he bottomed out. You let the knife rest against his jugular. “Now, Steve, that wasn’t very nice, was it?” You smiled wickedly and began moving slowly, lifting yourself almost fully off his cock before sinking back down. He hissed as you pushed the knife a little harder against him, and you felt his cock twitch. You sped up, riding him faster and faster, chasing your second high – you really didn’t care about his comfort right now. You were both moaning and groaning, your wet pussy slapping against his abdomen as you came fully down.

After a minute, Steve chuckled. “Very cute, bunny.” And with that, he grabbed your wrist, twisted the knife from you and held your hips and kept you steady, sinking his heels into the floor. “Now… Where were we?” He began fucking you relentlessly now, a hand snaking around your throat and squeezed lightly. You gasped and your pussy clamped down on him as he pistoned in and out of your wet heat; he pulled your face to his. “You’re mine, Y/N. You’re my filthy slut, mine to use…” He groaned and snapped his hips again. “To use whenever I want.” Your eyes were rolling back in your head. “If you don’t want to be, easy enough. Don’t cum.”

Bastard.

You came as he pulled your lips to his, kissing you roughly and swallowing your screams as you came undone around him. His hips stuttered and he groaned against your lips, filling you with himself, painting your trembling walls white.

You were both heaving for a breath when you tried to get off him, but he held you in place with bruising force to your hips. “Don’t you dare move. I’ve wanted this for too long for you to just get off.” He mumbled and kissed you again, surprisingly gently this time. “Jesus, Steve.” You muttered. “Told you I was a brat-tamer.” “I’d like to think you’re a me-tamer.” You sassed, kissing him again.

“Yo, why’s the doors locked? Guys? Are you killing each other or something?” Sam’s voice was muffled by the door, but you really didn’t care, because Steve twitched inside of you again. You arched a brow at him. “I can do this all day, baby.” He replied. “Seriously, what the hell are you guys doing?? FRIDAY won’t answer!”

“Shut up, Sam!” You both said in unison, before his hips began to roll again and you lost yourself to the feeling of Steve.

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[unfinishedzizzy]

I GOT THE FULL SET YOU FUCKERS AIN'T SAFE

Headcannon list under cut!

- Eldstar is literally a textually accurate angel. Like, no joke, Eldstar literally enters with BE NOT AFRAID and under the cloak are multiple rings of eyes. Eldstar is also the only one that never really leaves the sanctuary, preferring to remain in it due to noticeablilty. The other six can have more subtle differences than the old man does.

- Mamar may SEEM chill, and for the most part she is, but the second ANY of the star spirits are threatened she immediately goes into Mama Bear mode. She's literally the tallest at 10 feet tall (next tallest is Muskular at 8'7) so most enemies avoid pissing her off for that reason alone. Also, most stars (several newly risen) often go to the sanctuary just to speak with her as she is very motherly towards everyone

- Skolar is a bit of a cringe-fail little bitch. Like, he's had so much dumb shit happen to him within his control that he's kinda suprised he's still respected. It can also control how many arms it has, but only up to 6. Two of his arms will always end up on the same limb though. He's really good at building machines, and has pulled MANY all nighters to build them.

- Muskular's skin feels like fucking sandpaper, they are NOT smooth. They also just kinda suck at comforting people despite their family consisting of the most peaceful man in existence, a chaotic little nurse, and the most motherly woman in existence. The most you'll get from them is an awkward pat of the back and a thumbs up. They're MUCH better at encouraging folks. They kinda permanently smell of saltwater, but it's not overwhelming.

- Misstar is actually the Star Spirit with the most powerful magic, barely surpassing Eldstar's capabilities. The rest are kind of lucky it only really uses magic to heal people, grant wishes, and cheat at card games because it could totally take over the entire Dream Depot if it wanted to. It might come off as romance obsessed, but it's actually just really confused about romantic bonds and really wants to eventually figure them out.

- Klevar's body behaves like a porcelain doll (their blood is basically super glue but takes a long time to actually repair the skin). They also don't have eyes, just pupils. Anyway they can beat people at literally any board game, even ones they haven't played. Their favorite is 5D Chess with Multiverse Time Travel. The only book they REFUSE to finish is Stranger in a Strange Land (obviously)

- Kalmar has a never ending supply of dad jokes for every situation imaginable. He also radiates this aura that causes those around him to be very unwilling to commit physical violence. It can also effect Star Spirits, but it manifests more as a calming effect then anything. It can easily calm down others' panic attacks. Given this, he can easily break down whenever he feels there's nothing he can do.

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[bt5bby]

Hello everyone 👋🏻

I have a new pregnancy story, and this time it’s with TaeTae! I didn’t really get time to reread this one and it is a little old so if there are any mistakes… oopsie 😅

Any way, this one is called Right Place, Right time.

Ships - Taehyung x Hyung line

Tags ⚠️

Mpreg, Noncon/rape, Unwilling to willing, Stockholm syndrome, Childbirth, Graphic birth, Sex while in labour, Cum shower (Bukakke)

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Taehyung had never imagined that he would be caught in this situation. How did this even happen? He was always perfectly safe. His bodyguards were the best of the best.

Now they lay dead on the floor in a dingy club. Tae didn't even want to go to that club. His friends had all agreed to go there, and even though he could tell it was dirty just from the outside, he still went in and spent time with his friends...

Or one of the people that he thought was his friend.

Turns out that the Bulletproof gang can infiltrate anything. And that's how Taehyung ended up, kidnapped by who he thought was his friend and was now tied up naked in a room in an abandoned warehouse. How cliche. *eye rolls*

The evil monologue that his captures were doing now made him want to die quicker. Honestly, it would be better if they just fucking shot him before he got bored to death.

"Are you even fucking listening?" A man grabbed a handful of Tae's beautiful red hair. It was his look of the week. He scrunched his face up, knowing not to make a sound, as it gives too much satisfaction to the insane people who kidnap you.

"This kid thinks he's good. He thinks he's better than us." A shorter man said, hair black covering his eyes, most likely to hide his white as fuck skin.

Tae scoffed. He knows he's not favouring himself, but he just wants to have fun. What could these men do? His family would come for him, and they would all be killed.

"I am better than you. Do you all think that this makes you scary? You're just like all the other bad guys." Tae watched as the short man scowled harder. "So predictable." He said, shaking his head.

The tall man chuckled and stepped closer. "Cheeky little fucker are you." He said, shooting his hand down a second later to grab Tae's throat and pull him close. The handcuffs clattered again, and Taehyung gasped.

"Braver than I thought you'd be. Eomma and Appa must have raised you to fight." The man smiled down at him. Taehyung cringed at the stranger.

"Eomma and Appa didn't do shit. I can take care of myself." He spat in the man's face, only to get a tighter hold on his neck.

"Oh really? A little omega like you can take care of yourself? Then why have two pointless bodyguards around all the time." Another man called from behind.

Taehyung recognised him as the one who killed his bodyguards. He was the one who took him. "They were merely for show. As you can see, they were pathetic. Couldn't even stay alive." Tae rolled his eyes.

"Hmmm." The tall man grunted, pulling against Taehyung again. He smiled down at the boy. "Well, you can talk the talk, but let's see if you can walk the walk." The man brought his hand down and immediately unlocked the handcuffs on Tae's right wrist.

The omega tried to seem strong, but all the blood had drained from his arms, making them heavy and tingly. He wasn't so sure he could fight just yet. He needed to stall.

"You think it's fair for me, an omega, to take on three alphas who probably have weapons?" Tae asked.

He watched the three boys look at each other and then smiled. "You'll need some more men then. Let's make this an even fight." Tae chuckled, his cockiness starting to annoy his captures.

"Oh really? Man, you are a brave one." A man stepped out from the shadows that Taehyung hadn't seen before. How many others were lurking? This made him anxious.

"A little omega like you thinks you can take on all four of us?" He asked. Tae finally got a good look at his face, and he was blown away by how gorgeous he was. How was he an alpha? He should have been an omega.

The tall man finished uncuffing his left hand, and Taehyung sat for a moment, hoping his arms would start functioning soon. He really needed to get himself out of here.

"Well, come on then, kid, let's see what you got?" The short black haired one approached the bed and readied himself for a fight with Taehyung.

Tae started to feel very nervous. He wasn't at his peak performance. He was weakened and slow. "I-I..." he stuttered, losing all of his fake confidence. "M-my hands, t-they are a bit tingly f-from the hanging," Tae said, feeling outnumbered as the other three closed in on him.

"Naw, little omega, backing out already." The man with black smirked at him, the four alphas slowly getting closer to the bed.

Taehyung was now very worried. He was surrounded by 4 big alphas. Naked on the bed now didn't sit well with him. "Don't come near me. I'll rip your throats out." Tae snarled, starting to get defensive as the people were getting closer.

The four men smiling darkly at him, and he could tell these weren't good men. They probably wouldn't even keep their word, not that he thought they would.

"Oh, little omega, you can't do shit now. There is nothing you can do except for accepting your fate." Tae blanched at that. He wasn't just gonna let them do whatever to him.

"Don't fucking touch me!" He yelled again when he finally felt a hand graze over his neck. He spun around instantly, out of reflex, but that left himself wide open to the others.

He wanted to kick himself. How could he have forgotten the three other alphas in the room? Man, he wasn't as good as he thought.

The second he spun around, the others pounced, grabbing at his waist, hands, and shoulders. They all pinned him down to the bed, keeping him firmly stuck.

"Get off me!" He screamed. "My family are going to kill you. You and your whole gang are going to be so fuck!" He tried hard to get out of their grip, bucking his hips to push them off, but he had no luck.

"Oh, little omega, they won't be able to even catch us. No one would even know where to start." The beautiful man who had grabbed Tae's neck said, looking down at him.

Tae shivered. Of course, his family would find him. They loved him. They'd get him back no matter what it takes.

"Oh, little omega, you need to accept that this is your new life. You gonna be our cute little toy. You'll love it here. Four alphas to always protect you." One from behind him added.

That made dread fill Tae's stomach. A toy? That's so demeaning. Even as an omega, he was far more than just a toy. He was a part of the Kim dynasty. The biggest, most feared mob gang in Seoul.

He was their omega, not some lowlife thugs who thought they could one-up him in a pub. This wasn't what was supposed to happen.

All the thinking had lowered the boy's defences, allowing one of the men behind him to start to grope his butt. This made Tae much more panicked, he knew what could come of this, and he had to prevent it from happening. He just had to.

"No! Don't fucking touch me!" Tae yelled. Man, he really wished he hadn't shown his sassy side before. Now he looked like more of a fool for being scared, but how could he not be afraid.

The alphas didn't respond. They only touched him more. Tae felt the man who was now in front of him, as he was facing the headboard, pull at his neck.

Tae fell forward, crashing into the man's lips. He hadn't registered it for a moment, but the man stuck his tongue into his mouth before he could even try anything.

"Mmmmm!" Tae gasped, surprised by the intrusion. He struggled to fight back, wanting to bite down on the tongue forced down his throat, but the man tightened his grip around Tae's neck, starting to choke him.

He froze all movements at the sudden lack of air he was getting, which allowed the men to take advantage of him more.

The short one, who moved to his side, was now starting to cuff his hands back to the headboard. The tall man, who he assumed was behind him because of the height difference, started to pull his ass cheeks apart, massaging them roughly. The one on the other side was now reaching around him, tugging on his dick.

Tae was mortified. He was going to get raped. He couldn't let this happen, but what could he do? He was reattached to the bed, his ass on full display for the four men. He was utterly helpless.

Taehyung started to fight again when he felt a warm knob drag over his now-exposed asshole. He looked at the one in front of him, his mouth still stuffed with the man's tongue.

He didn't care about pride anymore. His strength and wit had been taken away, and now he just wanted them to stop. His eyes pleaded with the man in front of him.

His eyes screamed for the man to help him. He needed help. The beautiful man pulled away from his mouth, and Tae let a sob out, finally able to breathe again after he removed his hands too.

"P-please. Please don't do this." Tae begged. "N-no one wi-will mate with me if you do this." He felt everyone stop what they were doing. "Y-you'll throw me a-away once you're done, and n-no one will w-want me."

He stuttered through the whole sentence. The fear finally consumed him. He was horrified that his family wouldn't take him back once they raped him. They loved him, but used omegas are a waste. They always said that.

"You've never had sex before?" The beautiful man asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Tae looked up, confused.

"Of course not. Eomma and Appa said that if I was used, then no one would want me. Omegas can't have mates if they are used." Tae said, looking up, and the man frowned.

"Your family is horrible." Someone from behind him said. Tae sputtered, trying to turn to see who would dare insult his family when they were just trying to rape him.

"In normal society, omegas are not ruined if they have sex. They are just as equal as alphas." The man said.

Tae frowned. If omegas were as equal as alphas in everyday society, why were they still getting raped and killed? Why were these people about to do that to him?

"If I'm your equal, then let me go! Let me get back to my family. They are much better than you." Tae screamed.

The tall alpha behind him scoffed. "We aren't gonna let you go. As he said, you're our toy." Tae's heart dropped. "But you don't have to worry about a mate, little omega. You've got your four mates right here with you."

Tae shook his head, tears finally letting go and rushing down his face as all the hands moved back to what they were doing. "No, please!" He screamed, but it was cut off by the man sticking his tongue down Tae's throat again.

The knob was again at his entrance, and this time it pushed in. He screamed into the man's mouth as the significant alpha behind him thrust in harshly. Already going at a steady speed.

Tae felt the blood slowly drip down his thighs, and soon the pain was too much. His pure body couldn't take it. The black dots blurred his vision till he blacked out, falling limp in the four alphas' arms.

The last thing he remembered was the alphas telling him just how much fun they would have altogether now, as mates.

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"Jinnie!" Tae called, sitting on the bed. He waited until the pretty man showed himself in the doorway.

"Oh baby, what's wrong?" He asked as he saw the younger pout. An unhappy mate was never a good thing for the four alphas.

"The baby is kicking so hard again. I can't even concentrate on the contraction." The younger boy whined.

"Oh no." He smiled at the omega. "Hey, you in there," Jin said, laying his head on Taehyung's big stomach, "your Eomma is trying to relax. Can't you give him some time?"

Taehyung smiled at the man talking to his belly. He loved it when his alphas talked to his tummy. It made him feel close to them and the baby.

The kicking slowed down to bearable movements, and Taehyung sighed in relief. "Thanks, Hyung, it's much better now." Tae smiled.

Jin got up and placed a soft kiss on the omega's forehead. "It's ok, baby. You need all the rest you can get. The baby will be here soon according to the timing of your contractions."

Tae nodded, and as if on demand, another contraction started, and he scrunched his face up. "Breath through it, baby. You know how it goes." Jin said. Taehyung slowed his thoughts and started to breathe deeply. It helped the pain a little. "That's it, baby."

Once it was over, Tae huffed for a bit, relaxing again. "Gosh, I think it will only be another hour." Tae smiled, loving the thought of being done soon.

"That's good news, baby. I'm sure Joonie, Yoongi and Hobi will all be here soon to help you." Tae nodded, but he knew he didn't actually mean help.

Tae always did the birthing by himself. His alphas always try to get involved, but Tae finds it much easier if he does it alone.

"They are scoping out the new house, right?" Tae asked, wanting to know that his other alphas were ok. "Yeah. Hobi said that he wanted to ensure it was the best place to keep our pups." Tae smiled at hearing how much his alphas cared for their children.

"It's not the house to worry about, though. We will need to find staff for the house. We've only picked out the nannies so far." Jin ran a hand through his hair as he was feeling stressed about the whole thing, but a whine from Taehyung, telling him that he was having another contraction, pulled him back to the present.

"Oh, that one hurt." Tae cringed. Feeling the need to open his legs, he asked Jin to help him check how dilated he was. Jin agreed and got to his knees, putting his hand into Taehyung's asshole to feel around.

"Oh, I think you are about 8 cm. It will definitely be in the next hour." Jin said as he removed his hand. Tae whimpered at the emptiness, but he knew that the baby couldn't take any more action right now, and really neither could he.

"I'm gonna call the boys. They'll want to be coming back quickly if you're this far along." Jin turned and whipped out his phone. He pressed the first contact and immediately got through. "Hobi, no... Everything is fine, but TaeTae is about 8cm dilated, so if you don't want to miss it, you better head home."

Tae listened to the call as best as possible, but another contraction drew his attention. He breathed deeply again, reminding himself it was all worth it for his baby. He couldn't wait to have his little one out and in the world.

"Breath, baby, that's it," Jin said once he noticed the pain younger again. "You need to hurry, guys. He's getting pretty close. I have to go now." Jin hung up and grabbed Tae's hand and let him squeeze it.

It passed again, and he let his head fall back against the stack of pillows behind him. He wanted to rest, but he knew it was no use. He'd never be able to get any peace with the contractions this close.

"A-are they coming?" He said lazily to Jin. The elder nodded and kissed his hand to give him some love.

"Yes, baby, they are on their way. You'll wait for them, won't you?" Jin asked. Tae thought it was an odd question. He hadn't done it on purpose, so they'd miss it. He just needed to push the baby out.

"I-I'll try." He stuttered. Jin smiled at him and got closer. Tae couldn't resist the beautiful man. He never could, not even before, really.

"That's my boy. You're such a good little omega." Jin patted his head and then moved back down to Tae's ass. He put his whole hand in again and checked it. Tae whined at the feeling, but he knew his hole was stretched enough. He always was now.

The four alphas hadn't let him have a minute's rest since they mated him 3 years ago now. He still remembers that day. He begged and pleaded for them to stop, but they all became mates. It was just how it was meant to be.

Tae grew to like it. His alphas weren't as bad as he thought. Once he calmed down, they gave him his own room and let him wander around their house. He had some freedom. It was nice enough.

He did miss his family, but the boys were so adamant that they wanted to start a family with him. It was easy anyway. Tae had never had sex when they mated, so he was very susceptible to pregnancy.

They couldn't be sure that he got pregnant the first time, but it had to be within that week or so. They fucked him whenever they could in those first few weeks. He was always full of cock and cum.

A few weeks later, when the vomiting started, they all knew exactly what it was and ever since then, Tae hadn't really thought about his old pack. His only worry was his pups and his mates.

They were so loving. Tae had almost forgotten why he was so scared of them in the first place. They gave him everything he wanted, though now it was mostly just sex, food and sleep.

"Oh." Tae scrunched his nose as the next contraction tore through him, and this one, he felt the urge to push. "Ah, j-Jinnie, I-I think I'm ready," Tae whined.

The eldest quickly jumped up and moved between his legs. The second the contraction ended, his hand was back in Tae, feeling the top of the baby's head. "Yes, you are." He said, surprised.

Thankfully, a second later, the door flew open, and his other three mates stumbled. "Hyungs." Tae smiled, feeling much better now that all his alphas were here.

"Oh baby, how are you feeling?" Hobi asked, taking his hand and kissing it. Namjoon and Yoongi both take a cheek each.

"It hurts, but I get to push now. I just need help, and then she'll be here in no time." Tae was thankful that it was nearly done. All he had to do was push.

He grabbed Yoongi's hand, and he and Hoseok helped Tae to his feet. The omega hated being on his back when giving birth. It made it feel like he was being crushed. They moved him around to the middle of the room and then let him go.

It wasn't really Taehyung's choice. He always wished he could have his alphas supporting him when he was giving birth, but they always wanted to let him do it alone, and now that's how it went.

In a way, he was still showing how brave and strong he was to his alphas. They always praised him afterwards for doing it without any help at all.

"Oh," Tae whined again, the subsequent pain coming quickly, and he bore down. He knew he didn't need to squat yet. The head was barely outside of his womb.

He pushed well and felt the baby move a little. He quickly felt the pain recede and panted, holding himself up with his hands on his knees.

"So good, baby. You look so good." Tae turned around with a smile. He loved how his alphas got off when he gave birth. As if them loving him and letting him carry their babies wasn't enough, they even found him sexy when he was in childbirth. His alphas really were the best.

Tae swooned at his boys and then turned back around for another contraction. He pushed hard again, feeling it move more and more with each little second. This was gonna be a good birth. It was going so smoothly.

"Turn around, baby, let us see you and that beautiful belly," Yoongi called, and Tae tensed his whole being. He was right in the middle of a contraction, so it was tough to turn around, but with the cutest little waddle they'd ever seen, he stepped in a wide semi-circle to face them.

His face was bright red, sweat dripping off his now semi-faded blue hair, yet his alphas were still mesmerised by him. "So beautiful." Namjoon wistfully declared, wanking himself off.

Taehyung managed to stand up a bit once it was over, and he clutched his big belly, holding the weight a bit.

"So baby, you got a name for this one?" Jin called from the bed, his own dick in his hands. Taehyung smiled, thinking about it.

His alphas didn't like him going to the doctor so often, so he only had an at-home physician. He never found out what his baby's gender was, but he always had a feeling.

"I was thinking about Su-Lee. I think it's pretty." Tae beamed at his mates, thinking about the little girl.

"Oh, Su-Lee. I love that." Hoseok agreed, and the others all murmured similar phrases. "She'll be as pretty as her Eomma with a name like that."

Tae blushed, but it wasn't visible on his red face. "It also works with all your names, so we won't have to change it if it's someone else's."

That was a good point. They didn't know whose baby it was. They never found out. Usually, they'd just go by looks once it was born.

Taehyungs breath hitched a little, and he began pushing again, scrunching his fists and curling his toes. "Oh, oh, that one hurts." He said.

A sharp pain tracked down his back with that contraction. He'd never felt that before. He also didn't really feel the movement that time. Maybe she was stuck a bit? He decided to push a little more complicated. "Ahh." He grunted, trying as hard as he could.

Jin frowned as he watched him and sat up a bit. "Baby, don't push too hard. You'll rip yourself." He warned, but Tae figured he wasn't too fussed. Jin hadn't even taken his hand off his dick, so it mustn't be that much of a worry.

"I can do it." He encouraged, and with a good push, he felt the baby's head finally push through his cervix. This was the most painful part, but it was also a sign that it was nearly over. He was so close.

"Ah, Ah, Ah." He sighed as he managed to relax as well as he could when it finished. "That one hurt." He gave them a half-hearted smirk. He still wanted to show them that he was ok.

"Just be careful, baby." Namjoon cautioned him. Tae looked up and saw the worry on his pack's faces. He didn't like it. He didn't want them to be concerned for him.

He decided to put on a little show for the next few seconds while he waited. He winked in their direction and slowly moved a hand up to his mouth. He licked the finger slowly and then ran it down his small but visible boobs and down his big bump.

The alphas all swallowed, thinking about touching his stretched skin. How they all loved licking over his bump. The little ridges of the stretch marks make the texture unique.

"Nah," Yoongi grunted slightly, getting very hard at the thought of his omega, so round with their pups. It was everything they wanted.

"You like that alpha. You love my big belly." Tae said he could feel the contraction starting again, but he knew this was really getting his alphas off. "Always make me so big and round, don't you. You can't get enough."

The four boys stroked their cocks even harder, seeing their omega struggling with his contraction and still trying and be seductive with them.

"I'm gonna pop this baby out, and you'll all give me a new one in no time." Tae said. He had to give himself a little break as he concentrated on pushing because he really wanted this to be over with so they could fuck another in him. "I won't even be back to normal size before I bloat out with the next baby."

Ooof, that had the boys twitching. They would never let his tummy flatten again. They never ever wanted him empty. He was to have their children forever. He was always made to be full.

"Fuck T-Tae. We're gonna fuck you so hard. You'll be pregnant again by tomorrow. You're never getting any rest." Hoseok spat as he thrusted into his hands, unable to keep his whole body from reacting to the omega's words and birth.

Tae loved getting his alphas off, which made him even happier that they could be so affected just by his words. Thankfully the contraction stopped, and he could relax again.

He could now feel the babysitting just behind his hole. It was so close. He was sure it would be out in a max of five pushes. He was always so loose from always being fucked and giving birth that he could manage this stretch.

With four sometimes very jealous alphas, he'd learnt to take as many as four dicks in one hole at a time. It took effort, but his alphas loved that he could take them all at one. It proved that there were no favourites. He loved them all equally.

He watched his men furiously pounding their meat and smiled wider. He just loved them so much. The next contraction hit harder than all the others before, and he felt he needed to get in a squatting position this time.

He held his knees, trying his hardest to keep himself up, but the baby didn't feel like it was moving. He pushed down again, trying his hardest, but it wasn't budging.

"Baby, are you ok?" Yoongi asked, seeing the boy becoming slightly annoyed. The others slowed down for a second, their priority still being their mates' safety.

Tae huffed and looked up with a furrowed brow. His smile is now nowhere to be seen. "She's not moving anymore," Tae whined, feeling the head of his babysitting just before his entrance. She was so close, yet she felt like she wouldn't be moving for a while.

The others all paused for a second, 100% focused on Tae. "I-I keep pushing, but she's not moving." He choked back a cry, not wanting to let his annoyance and pain show through.

Jin was the first up, and he moved over to Taehyung's side, laying a hand on his tummy and rubbing his back with his spare hand.

"Don't stress yourself out, baby. She'll be here in no time at all. Maybe she's just like her Hobi Appa and loves to make an entrance." Jin encouraged his omega to keep his hopes up, hoping the others would do the same.

Tae nodded, knowing he had to remain strong. He couldn't be weak. He had done this enough now to know what to do. He watched Jin step back, away from him, as another contraction started, and he took a deep breath before he began pushing.

“Ahh." He cried out, using his muscles to push her head through. He focused on how she was sitting right before his entrance and knew if he just got her out a little bit more, then she'd be out in no time, but getting her to that position was proving harder than he initially thought.

"You can do it, Tae. You're so good, baby." Namjoon called to his omega, the other two nodding and agreeing in different words.

Tae let out a scream when he pushed again. He squatted down into his position and pushed hard. His head was throbbing with the pressure, but he didn't want to give up. He didn't want to be weak.

The alphas all looked very worried. Tae never screamed when giving birth. Not even the first time. Jin watched him from the side, seeing how he was struggling.

Tae sobbed and huffed and puffed, trying and trying, but when the contraction stopped, she slid back in, undoing all his hard work. "No!" He cried, exhausted.

"What, what is it, baby?" Jin rushed to his side again. He put a hand around his waist and held him tightly. The others were making it to their feet but still giving the omega space.

"S-she won't come out." Tae whimpered. "I-I pushed s-so hard b-but she mov-moved back in." His little sobs were proof that he was getting tired now. He hadn't been like this before.

Jin held him close so he could lay his weight on him. Being an alpha, he was strong enough to keep his omega in his arms, and Tae was thankful.

Jin swayed him slightly, trying to keep his hips rolling so they wouldn't hurt as much until he had to start again. It didn't take long, but because he was already so tired, he didn't get far with this one.

He scrunched his face up, using all his strength, but he couldn't keep himself in the squatting position. The other three raced over when they heard another cry and saw their omega starting to fall.

Namjoon quickly grabbed Taehyung under his armpits, keeping him up, while Hoseok and Yoongi grabbed his legs. "Ah! She's not coming!" He screamed, but his mates showered him with kisses.

"You can do it, baby. You're so close." Hoseok cheered him on, rubbing his thigh, while Namjoon kissed his neck, Yoongi rubbed his sore feet, and Jin held his hands.

"I can't! I'm weak! I can't do it!" He cried louder, feeling like he had let his alphas down. They all loved watching, and now he was ruining it.

Jin nodded, "No, baby, you're not weak. You're so strong, baby. Keep pushing." They all knew their boy could do it. He just needed some help.

Tae pushed harder, feeling the head start to split his hole, and he prayed and prayed she wouldn't slip back in.

"Yes, baby, I can see her head," Hoseok said as he looked down and saw the baby crowning. Tae screamed harder, and she pushed out more, her forehead now sitting outside of him. He just had to push her nose and chin through, and her head would be out.

"Show us why we picked you, baby. Show us that our omega is the best. Prove your parents wrong and show them that you are not a ruined omega." Namjoon wanted to encourage him, knowing that using the past always made Tae try harder for anything.

They used it whenever their boy got discouraged or depressed and sometimes if they wanted him to do something. "Prove to your alphas you're still strong like before." He finished.

A loud scream ripped through Taehyung as he bore down with all his might. Her face pushed through his hole, and her head was ultimately out. He gasped in relief for a moment.

"Yes, yes, baby. You did it. Be a good little omega for us." Yoongi chanted for him. Tae would never disappoint his alphas. He was theirs in the end. He was theirs, and he would do what they wanted whenever.

"Push!" Jin called, and he did again. He felt the shoulders start to push against his stretched hole, but he wasn't giving up. She twisted slightly in his body, and her left shoulder popped out first.

Tae gasped but didn't lose focus. "Ahhhhh!" He screamed, and finally, her right shoulder broke through with his last push. She slipped from him, Jin's hands in the correct position to catch her, while the others kept Taehyung up.

"You did it, baby. You are so good." Hoseok, Namjoon and Yoongi immediately covered him in kisses. "So good, baby."

Jin clipped the umbilical cord and wrapped the crying girl in a towel. "Eve!" He yelled, and a young lady entered seconds later. She took the baby and left without saying anything.

Taehyung wasn't even aware, still lost in his alphas love. He was being kissed on every surface of his body, making him feel instantly better.

"Alright, she's off to the nursery," Jin explained. Tae didn't respond. He didn't feel the need to.

"Get him on his knees," Namjoon ordered. The others didn't hesitate, and Tae only let out a little whine, his body so stiff and sore.

"We still needed to finish ourselves off, baby." Taehyung remembered how he had interrupted them. Of course, they needed to finish.

He nodded and then stuck his tongue out lazily. He figured they'd want him to suck them off or something. He didn't know they were still so aroused that it took mere seconds of pumping their cocks for them to start ejaculating all over his sweat-soaked body.

It was surprising, but he didn't mind. He loved his alphas' cum, no matter where it was. "That's it, baby. Gonna cover you head to toe." Yoongi grunted, shooting his load on the boy.

"Such a pretty boy, showered by our cum." Hoseok cooed, looking at the white droplets of each of their cum, coating Taehyung. He really was covered head to toe.

Tae took it, not flinching or whining when it got in his eyes. He would take all that his alphas would give him. He was their toy, after all.

They finally finished, and Tae licked his lips and wiped the cum out of his eyes with his hands, licking that up too. The sight was erotic, and Namjoon let out a deep, sexy growl as he bent down to his mate.

"Such a good little omega, aren't you?" Tae nodded fiercely. "You were such a good boy for us today." He keened as Namjoon put his hand down to Tae's cheek, rubbing the cum into it and then pushing his fingers into the boy's mouth for him to clean them.

"Y-you're not mad at me?" He asked in a small voice after he looked at all his alphas, knowing that he had ruined the birth.

"No way, baby. Why would we be mad at you?" Hoseok asked, getting down to his knee to be at Taehyung's height, wanting to show him they were not angry.

"I...I couldn't push her out." Tae's eyes started to well up again, and he sniffled back a sob. "I ruined it. I wasn't strong enough to do it like we normally do."

The four alphas shook their heads and reassured him that they weren't mad. They knew that he was struggling, and he needed their help. If anything, it made them feel better to help out their omega.

"You don't need to birth the babies by yourself, baby. We were actually thrilled to help you out. It was almost better than watching you." Yoongi added, moving close to his ear and whispering to him, just loud enough for the others to hear.

Tae blushed, thinking about how he could always have his alphas helping him with his births. He would like that.

"You liked it?" He asked, feeling himself starting to get turned on from the thought of his alphas caringly helping him birth to their next children. "You want to help me with my births?"

The four alphas all shared a smirk, knowing precisely what they wanted to do. "Of course we do, baby. We love you, and we hate seeing you in pain." He waited a second. "How about a bath, hmm?" Jin said, reassuring the omega as the four got closer to him and started to run their hands all over his bare, cum covered body.

"But first, we need to put more babies in you, don't we?" Taehyung gasped as he was lifted off the floor and placed back on the bed, legs wide for his alphas. He breathed out a low hum, watching them get ready.

"Yes, alpha, put your babies into me. I want to be around for you again." The four loved it when he talked like that, their dicks hardening in a second.

"We are gonna fuck you, round baby boy. You'll be pregnant with the next child by tonight." Namjoon growled sexily, already placed between his legs.

Taehyung loved every second of it. He would give birth to their children forever, giving them everything they wanted from him. He was a healthy omega, always giving to his alphas, always giving pleasure.

He loved being pregnant. The feeling of growing with love made a baby inside him from his alphas. They didn't need to test to see who the baby was. It didn't matter. They never kept them.

All the babies were sent off to different houses where they would be brought up as civilian workers, orphans with no connections.

Taehyung didn't mind. He didn't need to see them. His alphas were all he needed. He can't even remember what it was like to be afraid of them once. He can't even believe he had called it rape so long ago.

They were his alphas. They knew what he wanted, they just needed to show him, and now he loves it. They always do right for him.

He never looked back on his old life now. None of it mattered. His parents, all his friends, nothing. He was where he needed to be.

He just happened to be in the right place, at the right time...

#pregnant TaeTae #bts pregnancy blog #bts mpreg

[creativeskull95]

Another Succubus!Uzi AU Thingie

*gets teleported out of hell through unknown forces*

  …Welp, that was terrifying.

  Anyways I have more ideas for the Succubus!Uzi AU so…yeah.

  Enjoy!

  (You might wanna put this under a cut again I’m not sure.)

  (Once again, important details in Italic. Feel free to comment.)

Commentary will be not bullet pointed cause I’m having formatting issues.

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To start off, I just want to say that Nick and Vanessa live in an apartment near their college as they didn’t particularly like dorms. Just pointing that out there

Everyone’s sexual preferences are the same, Uzi is a hard sub, Nick is a switch, and Vanessa is very much a dom

Vanessa is a dominatrix in her spare time. She sometimes uses her…skillset, on Nick sometimes during sex

Nice.

To get an idea on what her dominatrix looks like, see the eighth prompt of this: https://mobile.twitter.com/Inkhandprint/status/1442613819168133122

Succubi produce invisible and gas-like hormones that act as an aphrodisiac, causing a person to go into Heat. These hormones usually last a few hours unless replaced by a fresh batch. The effects of these hormones usually go away an hour or two after being off of it.

Uzi produced a lot of hormones during Spring Break to use them on Nick and Vanessa. They didn’t leave their apartment that week. They all decided that Spring Break was going to be their…Loose Time, where they all…let loose ;)

I’m imagining her just collecting them all up in jars, to be released first day of Spring Break.

N: Uzi what’s with all the jars?

Uzi: You’ll find out. ;)

Uzi’s just tall enough to reach Nick’s crotch

Nick and Vanessa’s college has a very lean dress code, so they just wear what they usually wear what they usually wear

Nick and Vanessa’s outfits are similar to the ones they have in the pilot 

Nick wears a heavy leather jacket with a yellow shirt underneath, blue jeans, and some leather boots

Nice. Though in my vampire au, while he wears the jacket he doesn’t wear a shirt underneath.

Vanessa wears a black leather jacket, some short shorts, stockings, and underneath a sports bra, a net shirt connected to her waste.

Vanessa’s outfit is basically a combination of the first and sixth prompt of the link listed above

Ooo, that’s a good outfit for her.

Uzi’s tattoos act as her outfit, as they can change from just being tattoos to hard black purplish leather in a moment. Her tattoos just so happen to go over her privates, only barely, by the way

Uzi has a purple color scheme going. Naturally purple hair, Magenta eyes, black wings with a purple tint, purple choker, that sort of thing

Nick is VERY well endowed. It’s almost longer than his thighs. Just throwing that out there

Nick, like in Wireplay, is very good when it comes to sex. Also just throwing that out there-

Casual sex was always a thing in Nick and Vanessa’s apartment, but became more of a thing when Uzi arrived. N checking his phone while uzi sucked on his morning wood, Vanessa helping Nick find a specific book for school while railing a tied, blindfolded Uzi with a strap-on, Nick and Vanessa casually talking while both fucked Uzi, Uzi rambling about some anime she likes while getting absolutely pummeled by Nick who’s also listening intently, that sort of thing

That seems a little too much, but makes sense if it’s an influence from Uzi. Succubi are probably already really casual with sex, so I can see it transferring unintentionally onto her two roommates.

The Star’s Allure is an underground brothel run by succubi, intent on bringing pleasure to all. Nobody knows of the brothel outside of the usual demons and demon fuckers, so they don’t really have to worry about payments. Uzi’s a regular there

The two details below this ask are remakes of old ones, mainly because I might have exaggerated a bit

Uzi is one of the biggest sluts known to her fellow succubi. A grand achievement for a succubus to achieve

Uzi thinks about cock. Constantly. Not enough that it takes up every facet of her mind, but enough that the thought of Cock is ever present in her brain

Good retcons. They did seem a little bit extreme before, so this seems more realistic.

Despite the two details above, Uzi is very vanilla with Maia. The two almost have a sibling-like relationship. Sometimes Thad will even let Uzi babysit her, she’s that good with Maia. They talk about their favorite shows and anime and random stuff that doesn’t matter. It’s nice!

Yay happy platonic bonding!

Like the Strip Club AU, this au is strictly episodic and doesn’t have an overarching plot. It’s a slice of life sitcom mixed with hentai and that’s all there is to it. Just wanted to let ya know

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And that’s all I’ve got for now!

  …except it isn’t because I’m thinking bout doing a submission about succubus lore-

  Anyways, hope you liked…whatever this is.

  Till next time!

Note: I saved this post as a draft to fix a formatting issue, and that’s what took away my ability to be purple. I think. I still don’t understand Tumblr. :/

#submission #murder drones #succubus au #non osha compliant

[strawberryandspiceandchocolate]

Kinda wanna talk about dragon Bakugo and Krishima 💜 they're both so extremely large, menacing, and tough. Kirishima is menacing but such a sweetheart. These two are literally looks like they could kill you and would kill you and looks like they could kill you but is a cinnamon roll. They're even big and scary in human form. Both are tall and beefy. Kiri literally has a mane of spiky red hair and Bakugo very well would be wearing the best picks of his hoard across his broad chest. These two are just 🥵

Now imagine being an adventurer and coming across these two big ass men and not being aware that they are dragons 👀 they join you on your travels and they give you that extra protection you didn't need but appreciate. Sometimes they go off on their own and you don't know why but never question it because they always come back. Really it comes off as they're in a relationship and they wanna be alone together, which yeah they pretty much are, but you learn in the middle of one night that they're dragons and they run off to do dragon things.

They patrol around the camp area, and so one night Kiri is on patrol and Bakugo is getting some shut eye when all of a sudden something is coming. It's rumbling footsteps shakily the ground and wake you and Bakugo is pissed about it. And when he senses its coming to y'all, smoke appears around him, his clothes fall to the ground, and when the air clears there is a huge ass dragon in your face.

With both Kiri and Bakugo around, that giant troll didn't stand a chance.

Watching that fight tho, cleaning and dressing their wounds, staying up to watch over them as they recover and recoup, all that activates monster fucker.

And to be clear, they do love each other. They also love you 💜

#dragon bakugo #dragon kirishima #katsuki bakugou #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo #bakugou katsuki #bnha #mha #katsuki bakugo x reader #kirishima ejirou #kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #bakugo smut #fantasy au #bnha fantasy au #mha fantasy au

[adonis-koo]

Star Struck

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↳ Summary: You’re a creature of habit, you plan everything from each hour to each day, so you can imagine the chaos which ensues after you discover a random guy leaking black goo in a ditch- who just so happens to be an alien.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

↳ Genre: lowkey strangers to lovers, alien!jungkook, fluff, smut, 

Word Count: 13k

Tags: tentacle sex im sorry, foreplay, oral (f) but not?? jungkook is technically a virgin by human standards ayyy, penetration, nipple play, over stimulation, double penetration, squirting, sub!jungkook, breath play, spit kink, jungkook can make his own lube??, anal im so sorry, praise kink, they become soul mates on accident oops,

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You didn’t see nor understand what JK was talking about at first, he just fumbled along between alleyways and roads and nobody, or what little people were on the streets didn’t look at you twice given your friend was as tall and broad as he was. Perks of being with a man you guessed. You still didn’t know what he was actually talking about except for the assumption that he had found his...friends…?

Eventually JK had dragged you through a lot of fields which had made you increasingly anxious, what if a kidnapper was out here? True you wouldn’t mind him using his talon like tentacles then but still...You also didn’t want to go to jail for assisting a homicide...Standing in an empty field, at the dead of night, was not what you intended on doing on a friday night.

JK seemed excited though as he bounced, grabbing a hold of you, he pressed his thumb to your forehead, your eyes fluttering shut on instinct from being so close to him suddenly but your brows pinched and an uncomfortable ache throbbed in your head before he released you. Rubbing your head you whined before you looked up again, only jumping with a screech at the...ship...in front of you...which was NOT there a moment ago. 

“Home!” JK announced proudly as he grabbed your hand, tugging you along against your will, was this really...his ship? Oh god what if he was abducting you...You didn’t have time to think as he ushered you inside. It looked small on the outside admittedly but on the inside it was all glossy and clean, a sleek futuristic look dawning the interior.

Futuristic, he was an alien, you weren’t shocked at the assessment but still. This must’ve been the hanger or...living area… or...hell if you knew ship terms, it looked like the dining room but you didn’t expect two others to appear. All of them speaking in that same throaty tongue as he ran to them, embracing them with pure excitement on his face before he pointed to you, a look of pride on his face as he cleared his voice, “Y/n.” He spoke clearly as if introducing you.

 You gave an awkward stiff wave before immediately dropping your arm, you were going to be extremely pissed if this was the LSD trip you thought you were having yesterday. You watched them all speak to one another before the one on the right nodded, saying something before gesturing JK off, who hurriedly ran off leaving you alone....with two aliens…

They both looked at you expectantly as you looked around, “Hi…” You offered an awkward smile, “You guys are terrifying…” Watching the one on the right grab a watering can to pour over a small...purple colored...tree? “You less so…” You turned to the other one, his eyes dark and piercing and wow…if you thought JK was hot you hadn’t even thought about what it would look like to seem someone attractive from his species, “You the most…” You wrapped your arms around yourself uncomfortably. 

“He’s just assessing you, Taehyung’s like that with anyone associated with our Jungkookie.” You nearly wheezed at the sound of the one on the right speaking full...English…he offered a dimpled smile as if anticipating that reaction, “Apologies. I’m Namjoon, I’m sure you’re extremely confused and scared with everything going on.” 

“...You could say that…” Your twisted somewhat painfully as you nodded rapidly, it was midnight and you were in a fucking spaceship, “Ummm, where did JK go…?” 

Namjoon as he called himself suddenly snorted, shaking his head as he sighed, “Told him he should’ve paid more attention in the academy,” He rolled his eyes, “Jungkook,” He emphasised the name, “That’s his full Earth name. He just forgot it because he never pays attention,” He offered a weak smile, “And he’s in the memoir chamber rememorizing English so he can actually speak to you. It’s handy for us Orionian’s in case a situation like this happens and we don’t know archaic languages like English.”

You didn’t understand a word of what he just said, “I’m sorry...I think I’m too dumb to talk to you, honestly…” You felt extremely stupid but much to your surprise Namjoon laughed in delight, as if endured by your words. 

“You humans are pretty humble huh,” He hummed as he continued watering the rest of his  plants, “Anyways, our ship crashed here on Earth on our way to the andromeda galaxy and Jungkook ended up falling out, it was an...extremely rocky crash…” His smile still weak as if a vague memory entered his mind, “You have our utmost thanks for taking him in when he was injured and housing him.” 

“It’s no problem, I would’ve done it for anyone.” You shifted a little, smiling a tiny bit despite still not feeling as comfortable as you wish you could be, it was just difficult to take in everything that was rapidly changing but your words still stood, you would have. Especially for...Jungkook...you lingered on the same, it sounded more fitting for the tall puppy like boy. 

“So what are your intentions with Jungkook?” You jumped at how deep the second voice was...Taehyung if you remembered correctly and he only looked about as hot as he was intimidating, “Why did you take him in if you knew his identity.” 

You flailed a little, intending to speak yet no words came out...you...you hadn’t really thought about it...at all honestly…”I...I ummm...well…” 

“Are you working for them?” Taehyung stepped towards you, his expression becoming cold as you feebly took a step back looking towards the ground and unsure of how to answer or if you’d even given him a satisfying answer. 

“Stop.” The new voice was raspy and low, not too terribly deep, but just enough to sound charming and rather rugged, Jungkook had appeared again only this time, immediately standing defensively in front of you, “She found me and even after finding out about me being an Orionian she didn’t report me to any Earth officials. I trust her, and you should too.” 

He...he could speak...perfect English now...What!? 

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed onto you, still distrustful but he laid off, “Right...and what is this about you bonding with her? I don’t think she’d be a good vessel.” 

Jungkook’s jaw twitched and you could see the glow of the crescents on his hand burning in red, “Well I’m not asking for your permission to bond with her.” He spat back, his brows furrowed and his lip twitching in anger, suddenly he didn’t look so cute and puppy like anymore, “And it’s not like we’re getting off Earth anytime soon with the ship in this state, so it’s best if we just resume the plan as originally intended.” 

“You think I’d choose a vessel as inferior as humans to have my offspring?” Taehyung’s face curled as if that was the biggest insult he had ever heard and yet you nearly choked at his words, vessel? Offspring? Uh what? 

“Stop fighting,” Namjoon sighed and much to your surprise both of the two boys quieted down, Jungkook still stood in front of you, shuffling a little closer as Namjoon sighed, “Jungkook is right…” He made a noise of victory as Taehyung’s mouth twitched in anger, the marks along his body burning a deep red that was just a little scary to watch from afar, “With the technology at hand here on Earth and with Arbitrators searching for us, it’s in our best interest to make the most of what we have here. Besides, Earth is unsuspecting and was one of our forerunner’s best creations. It’s not too far off irony to let them be the vessel of our offspring.” 

You stared up at Jungkook’s broad back in disbelief...this man was trying to impregnate you after a half a day of knowing you!? You weren’t sure plan B was prepared for this shit. Jungkook looked deeply satisfied at Taehyung’s reaction though before he turned to you, his expression soft and puppy-like as he smiled somewhat timidly before speaking as if he was a little giddy, “Hi…” 

You could’ve said anything in this moment, in which Jungkook looked like he had been excitedly waiting for, and yet your choice of words had been admittedly poor.

“You’re gonna have to bag another bitch, I don’t do kids! I...I did NOT sign up for this!” You immediately backed away from him like he was poison and you didn’t know how these fuckers procreated and at this point you weren’t sure you wanted to learn!

Jungkook’s lips parted and he looked a little hurt before he quickly approached you again, “I don’t expect you to want to carry my children yet….” 

“Yet!?” You shouted out making all three of them flinch a little, “I...I just let you stay at my place because you looked like you were dying in a ditch, and now! I’m in a spaceship, I can’t find the exit and you can suddenly speak English and you’re talking about kids!? This...nu-uh this is going way too fast. I...I really need to get home.” 

Jungkook’s lips trembled a little as he reached out for you, “I’ll take you back! Or-! Or you could stay here until the morning, you shouldn’t be out alone, Earth has proved to be unsafe at night.” He tenderly held your forearms as your expression awkwardly twisted. 

“Nothing worse could happen to me than what happened earlier tonight,” You shook your head rapidly as you sighed, “Just show me the exit, I’ll be fine, really. I’m happy for you! Seriously! I mean it looks like you’re reunited with your kin so there’s no reason for us to stay in contact and it’s been fun and out of this world- literally.” You laughed a little as you rambled, all three staring at you wide eyed, “But like, seriously I’ll keep this to myself and just hope it’s a really shitty drug trip like I originally thought it was…”

Jungkook sighed, lowering his head in defeat and his lips trembled a little in that sulky way it had been this morning as he went to the hatch where you both had come in, dialing a few buttons he waited a moment as he mumbled, “I just want to explain everything to you, I owe you that, at least…” 

You said nothing waiting for the door to open as he dialed a few other buttons, and a few more, and again...and again…”Um,” He cleared his throat a little, “Namjoon…? The door?” He asked, his eyes doe like as he stared at his companion who sighed, squeezing between you both as he also dialed a few numbers into the glowing pad. 

They both waited before Namjoon’s lips twisted into a sigh as if somehow expecting this to happen before he spoke, “Doors’ jammed...again…”

“This is fucking perfect.” Taehyung swore with a sigh, gritting his teeth as his eyes glared into you briefly, causing you to sheepishly back a little towards Jungkook, “I’m going back to my pod, I can’t deal with this.” He brooded before leaving as you looked between both aliens. 

“...Jammed? The door? As in…?” 

Jungkook’s lips twisted into a nervous smile, his marks glowing a light purple as he coughed, “Looks like we’ll have plenty of time to talk now…” Fuck! Why did things have to be this complicated, it could have been worse, but it was the same annoyance you had when Youtube played an unskippable ad, or when the lead in your pencil broke, a cookie falling onto the floor, that type of inconvenience.

Unshockingly Jungkook didn’t hold the same feeling as he spoke gently, “I can show you to my pod, it’ll be awhile before the door gets fixed…” He gave you an endearing apologetic smile. 

“...As long as you aren’t gonna try to knock me up then sure.” You stared at him in disdain, making him weakly smile as he stepped back up the metal stairs and if you didn’t know any better you would’ve assumed he was actually happy you were stuck with no other choice but to stay. 

“Once you see her to your pod, a word please Jungkook...” Namjoon’s gaze was fixed on the door quizzically as if already trying to deduce what had made it jammed, he made no effort to look back at you both but you could tell it was probably important. 

Jungkook only nodded eagerly and kept your hand in his as he lead you down the small the hallway, lights flickering and while you were anything but an engineer or mechanic, it wasn’t hard to tell they had crash landed, Jungkook ignored the mess against the walls as he typed in something before a door slid open revealing what you assumed was his room, the door slid shut behind you making you jump a little as you investigated the space. It was a minimalistic room, a few trinkets laid around and a messy bed was against the wall.

“You can sleep if you want...I know you were tired when I woke you up…” Jungkook’s marks glowed a soft pink as he bashfully looked at the ground, scratching his cheek as if he didn’t know what to say, “I um...I should go speak to my brother.” 

Before you could even say anything Jungkook had already left looking somewhat sheepish, leaving you to curiously look around the room, it was spacious and in tones of deep brown and black, a few gadgets laying around on his nightstand as you tilted your head. 

His pod...so basically...a bedroom. You assumed as much as you couldn’t really make a distinct difference between the two. True you could’ve slept like he had suggested, you were exhausted but too wired to even think about sleeping at the moment due to how bizarre of circumstances you were in. You were in an alien’s bedroom, on a space ship...

You had took your time browsing around the room, curiously holding a few trinkets in an attempt to figure out what they were, time passed slowly and for a while, you began to wonder if this was just a set up for them to butt probe you like Jimin had original thought they would. Not that you would mind as much as him but- besides the point, the longer you were left with your thoughts, the more that piled up.

When the door abruptly opened you nearly jumped out of your skin, hurriedly setting down what looked like a portable flame thrower before whirling around, Jungkook looked a little timid as he smiled, “I’m sorry that took so long...Um...” He closed the door gently before he gestured, “Please, go ahead and rest, from my understanding...um...humans have a standard sleep cycle yes?” 

You didn’t fully understand what he was asking besides if you slept at night, rubbing your neck you did as he gestured, taking a seat on the bed before you jumped a little as it did not feel like a normal bed, “Uh I guess...? Why...why didn’t you just leave? You...didn’t have to wake me.” You mumbled, scooping your feet up as you laid down, shifting a little as you tried to get comfortable.

The bed felt almost like a marshmallow, something in between water and memory foam as the bed moved in slow, lapping waves as you attempted to get comfortable again with a pout tugging on your lips. 

Jungkook watched you with endearment before he laid on the bed next to you, “You have to stop moving, coranium matches the pattern of your body to keep everything aligned and slowly adjusts to the movement of your body throughout your sleep duration.” 

You rolled onto your side to look at him as you curled up a little, his marks still a light pink and his smile a little shy as he spoke, “To answer your question I mean...I feel like it should be obvious, I want to make my bond with you so it was natural I wanted to take you with me. I don’t know Earth well enough to confidently navigate it on my own without getting lost. I couldn’t risk leaving you and then being unable to find my way back. As well as I knew I’d be able to learn English fast in the memoir chamber, so then we’d be able to talk…” he smiled a bit timidly, his eyes fondly washing over your face as you awkwardly scooted a little away from him. 

His eyes downcasting a little at the gesture as he frowned, and once again, even despite speaking english now it didn’t help his case in looking like a kicked puppy, “Well...am I supposed to know what a memoir chamber is? And….bonding and...literally everything you guys have said thus far?” 

Jungkook rested his chin on his hands as he hummed, thinking about your words carefully before he spoke, “The memoir chamber is in most Orionian ships, it helps us adapt to the planet around us and depending on what region we’re in, the language. Our kind carry human DNA- or...moreso the other way around, so inherently we know all Earth languages as they descended from Orionian dialect, but…” He scratched his cheek, marks glowing pink once more, “I had a difficult time studying earth languages in the academy. It’s unrealistic for us to know them all, so the Memoir serves as a rebrief to put in the language back into our minds.” 

God what were you in now? A shitty sy-fy film? You rolled onto your back as you said no more, thinking about his answer for a good long minute before you parted your lips only to shut them...Hold on one damn minute- did he just insinuate his kind created humans? Knowing all languages? What!? “I don’t even know how to unpack that sentence…” You muttered, staring up at the ceiling which twinkled in a galaxy of constellations and if you didn’t know any better you would’ve assumed it was an open glass ceiling to outer space.

It aligned with nebula’s and stars, planets for what looked like miles and miles. You could stare at it for hours in awe, how did you not notice that until now.

“I could only imagine being human, it’s a lot to take in,” Jungkook offered a gentle smile, “As for bonding…” He was pink all over as he scratched his cheek again, eyes fluttering away from yours almost shyly, “It’s what it sounds like, when we Orionian’s find a person who we like and want to share our life with, we begin a bond, and it takes awhile for the bond to grow but once it’s finished, we’d complete it with a mating cycle, and then...We’re celestially bond together.” He mumbled a little shyly, his eyes looked like stars twinkling as he talked about it, almost in a dreamy fashion. 

“....” You couldn’t even find the words to say anything before you muttered, “You’ve known me for a day…” True Jungkook was cute, but all of this stuff about bonding and space really made it difficult to grasp the concept in a way which wasn’t him basically proposing to you.

Jungkook looked as if he had been abruptly pulled from his little fantasy world as he frowned, propping himself on his forearm as he spoke, “Time is only a concept for Orionian’s, when we know who our bond is meant for, we just know. It doesn’t matter if I’ve known you a day or your whole life, my feelings won’t change. I want us to bond.” His voice lowered a little, his eyes doe-like and filled with a sugary sweetness as he closed the gap between you both. 

You were speechless. Many times in your life you had felt this way, but genuinely, you had no words. An alien just professed his love to you within twenty four hours of knowing him all because...what…? You fed him twice? Let him sleep in your bed once? What had you possibly done for him to think you could be his...his wife!? 

“I’m not getting married, I- I mean I’m flattered! I am.” You sat up, once again, pulling away from him as he mirrored you, his lips jutting into an almost frustrated pout, “But like...I just turned twenty one this year....I’m hardly a person let alone wife material.”

“Bonding is hardly even close to the equivalent of human marriage,” Jungkook wrinkled his nose, almost a little endeared, he knew little of human marriage from the media he had watched when you weren’t present, and while humans had similar ideas of romance, it was hardly comparable, he spoke gently, “It’s far more special and permanent. Being bonded is…” He closed his eyes, a half dimpled smile on his lips as he hummed, “It’s like feeling like the universe has completely aligned on your behalf, and that the planets and stardust gifted you a celestial mate who would never turn their back on you, who would always dry your tears and heal you when you’re hurt. The bond extends past this lifetime and into the next and so forth.” 

“...You lost me at ‘more’ permanent…” For a woman with a whole baggage load of commitment issues Jungkook was really not selling this idea to you well, “Sorry but I think you got the wrong girl.” You could appreciate the bizarreness of this situation and admittedly you felt like you’d always have a superior ‘main character’ moment story to one up somebody with but this whole business about being stuck with someone for multiple lifetimes and having alien babies was really not something you could follow up with.

Jungkook looked severely hurt which made you do a double take, not quite anticipating such a pitiful reaction as his lips quivering and his eyes even looking somewhat glassy as he spoke, “O-oh...I see…” 

wow way to make you feel like an asshole. He had shuffled a little curling up against himself as if trying to make himself appear small as he looked away from you. Sighing you ran a hand through your hair, well fuck, what did you have to lose at this point in your life?

“...Jesus christ, okay...what...what does...you know…” you coughed a little, rubbing your neck as Jungkook’s doe eyes looked at you timidly before darting away when you met his gaze, “What does this bonding shit entail anyway?” 

Jungkook was incredibly attractive, there was no denying it and the worst that could happen would be things didn’t work and you just went back to normal non-tentacle men. Jungkook perked a little at your question, still seeming a bit reserved as he mumbled, “Well...bonding is a long process...it’s not something out of human fiction that just immediately happens. When a bond is first created it’s incredibly delicate, you have to be careful and make sure both partners dedicate time to strengthening the bond.”

Laying your head against your arms that were folded in front of you while listening intently you hummed, “And let’s say hypothetically, could the bond be broken?” 

Jungkook’s expression crumpled a little as he mumbled, “It can be severed, but the more strengthened the bond is, the more painful it’ll be for both partners. But yes, it is possible. I should also mention a bond is only possible unless both partners are in agreement and want it just as much as the other.” 

You hummed, thinking about his words, so technically it wasn’t really possible given both of you had different alignments right now, “Alright well, here on Earth we call it dating, which is a lot less intensive than that, so if you want me to do that then you’re gonna have to go by human standards first.” It was reasonable enough and a happy compromise.

You wouldn’t deny you felt a pull towards Jungkook, ever since he had arrived yesterday morning your life had been anything but normal and yet you embraced every twist and turn so far and...there was admittedly a secret giddy part of you that revelled in old childhood nostalgia that someone had actually fallen from the sky and would now show you a world of many possibilities outside of earth. 

The only thing holding you back was the logic and reason that your family held and pushed onto you at a young age, long gone were the days of staring up at the stars in hopes of seeing something supernatural and daydreaming during recess about being whisked off earth. You didn’t know how to connect with that childlike side of yourself anymore, it had been so long since you bothered with those thoughts that now that the opportunity was presented to you, you genuinely didn’t know how to react.

Jungkook had immediately perked up his brows raised and immediate interest in his expression, “I’ll do it! If it means winning your affection,” his smile was a little toothy and innocent as he spoke, “How do humans date? What do they do?” He tilted his head in curiosity while waiting excitedly for your reply.

You couldn’t help but smile a little at how enthusiastic he was, “Well…” you drew a breath in thought, “It’s not too different then it is from now, we’ll go out to eat together, get to know each other, stuff like that.” 

Jungkook deflated a little, confusion in his eyes as he frowned, “But that’s stuff we do now...as...friends…” his frown furthered on his lips, “What sets friends and dating apart if we do the same thing…?” 

You rubbed your neck, beginning to get a little flustered at his question as you shifted a little, mumbling, “Well the difference is friends are strictly platonic, dating someone means you’re interested in them romantically and...you know...we hold hands...or cuddle or...I don’t know romantic shit…Stuff friends don’t do.” 

When did Jungkook get closer to you? His head tilted in curiosity as he spoke, “...And? Is that it? I’m sorry,” he apologized a bit bashfully, looking rather pink, “I’m trying to discern possible differences in boundaries set between a regular human relationship compared to Orionian’s…I don’t want to do anything that might make you...uncomfortable…” 

You stared at him for a good moment, as if trying to discern whatever he was trying to say without actually saying it, “Well...I’m not sure how different it can be…” Jungkook said nothing, fidgeting a little as you looked at him for a long moment, “...I’d tell you if you made me uncomfortable.” Was this...going where you thought it was going? 

Jungkook shuffled a little closer, his nose nearly brushing yours and his lips that looked so soft jutted into a slight pout, his eyes could hardly meet yours as he timidly asked, “...How...intimate are humans in their relationships?” 

Your face felt like it was on fire though as you muttered with raised brows, “Uh pretty hands on...if you wanna fuck me you can just ask.” You looked up at him, feeling a bit bold given he was a little more on the shy side, you could tell just him asking that had obviously taken a lot of courage on his part.

Jungkook’s marks had suddenly filtered from baby pink to a deep maroon, his face looked nothing except shy and a bit hazy as he mumbled, “Would you let me…? I don’t...exactly share the same anatomy as your male counterpart...Orionian’s...intimacy looks a bit different.” 

You felt intrigued and horny at the same time, it was tentacles wasn’t it? Please god let it be the tentacles, “You can’t threaten me with a good time,” you laughed a little, trying to take a little bit of the nervous edge off Jungkook as you offered a small smile, “Just show me, I’m...what other humans would consider pretty kinky. Doubt it’ll scare me off.” You couldn’t admit that his tentacles were immediately making your panties soaked because god did you want to be filled up like a scared hentai girl right now.

You squeaked at Jungkook suddenly climbing on top of you, his eyes hazy and he pulled the sweatshirt over his head, revealing the strip of glowing maroon that led up the center of his arms and wrapped over his shoulders, his tentacles suddenly emerging from his back much to your horny excitement, “Our tendons are both are strongest and weakest point of our body.” Jungkook mumbled against your neck, the feeling of something extremely foreign wrapping around your thigh, almost something between like a soft silicon and jello substance. 

Not sticky like you had anticipated, but soft enough that it could be almost considered wet, “They protect us but they’re also what we use to procreate with, if they’re cut off or majorly damaged, we become sterilized. My eggs…” He suddenly became a bit timid as he mumbled, “They aren’t fertile yet...But regardless I wouldn’t fill you unless we were bonded, so you won’t have to worry about impregnation. Intimacy is still an act of strengthening a bond though, so it’s utilized a lot at the beginning of an Orionian relationship.”

You weren’t fully paying attention at this point, too busy nearly drooling at the feeling of his tendon slithering along your clothes, “I can understand if you’d prefer to not do this though.” Jungkook seemed somewhat embarrassed and timid, his tendons slithering around your pajama band but doing nothing further.

“No!” He nearly jumped  at how you almost yelled it, your eyes frantic and you were nearly dripping at how horny you were, your voice needy as you whined, “I’m literally a slut Jungkook, I’m more than happy to experiment.” 

Jungkook didn’t need anymore confirmation then just that, his tentacle that had been playing with the band of your pajamas immediately pushing underneath it as you whined, your legs immediately parting for it as it ran up your panties, the soft wetness that ebbed from it soaking whatever was dry of your panties, was this arousal of his own? He moaned softly as he pressed his face into your neck, “I know you feel this is fast, but Orionian’s tend to not like to waste time.” His tentacles slid along your panties before pushing inside the band.

Your lips parted at the soft wet sensation of it gently prodding along your clit in exploration making a yelp escape you.

Jungkook jolted a little in concern as he looked down at you, somewhat shyly and his cheeks were a deep maroon much like his marks, “Keep…! Fuck!” You whined at the way his tentacles as if testingly flicked along your clit, another tentacle which had been floating behind him absently had suddenly emerged forward, making quick work of your pajamas and panties as the other continued working along your clit making you whimper as your back arched a little. 

The second tendon slowly brushed along your soaked cunt, embarrassingly wet sounds could be heard throughout the room as Jungkook moaned in contentment, “This feels so nice,” he mumbled with a whine, the second tentacle which had been stroking you slowly wiggled against your entrance making you squeak. Your horniness couldn’t be put into words at how bad you wanted this man to shove all tentacles inside you.

Your lips immediately parting at the tip of the tentacle pushing inside you, it was too soft to be considered that of a toy or dildo but too firm to be anything foreign, you couldn’t resist propping yourself up onto your elbows, your legs spread as you looked down, your face twisting and cheeks throbbing at the lewd sight of two tentacles hard at work on your cunt, one continuously flicking your clit and rubbing along it while the other began to testingly thrust inside you. 

Your lips dropped open as you moaned feeling Jungkook push it further and further inside you before giving it a testing wiggle, a scream nearly ripped from your throat at how it hit all the right spots.

Unable to even support yourself as you dropped back down with a whine as Jungkook quickly began to pick up the pace even more, “Fuck,” he moaned softly, the tentacle pulsed and throbbed as it squished and wiggled while being thrusted back and forth in short motions, your cunt was so tight and your walls kept trapping him further and further inside you as you whined, “Mm, females of my kind don’t have anything like this,” he moaned two more tentacles had suddenly appeared from his back, one pinning your wrists above your head and the other wandering to your flimsy shirt before pushing underneath it, and much to his delight Jungkook found nothing underneath except your soft breasts, “Nothing this- mmm, fuck,” it came out more of a whine this time as you felt his tentacles wiggling in delight at the way your cunt clenched around him, “small, and warm...Fuck,” Jungkook dipped his head, running a hand through his hair, the third tendon wrapped around your nipple making you whimper, jolting as your cunt squeezed around the tentacle that was beginning to roughly split apart your walls as it discovered your g-spot, your mouth parting as whined spilled from your lips at the insane feeling of the tip of his tentacles flicking up against it rapidly.

“Ah! Fuck fuck fuck, Jungkook!” You whined as your back arched, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head at how many sensations were going on, between him finding the sweet spot of your clit, the tip of his tentacle flicking up into your g-spot the other one squeezing with just the right amount of pressure on your nipple. 

Jungkook’s lips parted and his eyes were hazy but in awe at the way your body contorted, your small little walls nearly entrapping his tentacle as you came harshly, whined and whimpers escaping you as he forcefully kept flicking up into your g-spot, his other rubbing gently against your clit as your body frantically moved, yet your hips kept thrusting up to try and take more of his tendon as you whined, “Fuck…! Jungkook! Ah..!” Jungkook moaned softly as he gave you just what you wanted, pushing himself further inside you until he was dangerously close to your cervix.

His tentacle was soft enough that no pain was even involved as he kept wiggling it into you, soundless moans escaped you as your cunt began wrapping convulsing around him, your clit burning in pleasure due to sensitivity as he kept letting the soft tendon rub against the tender bud.

“Fuck!” You whined, liquid suddenly spewing from your cunt much to Jungkook’s surprise, his tentacle had immediately restricted at the feeling leaving your cunt feeling empty and tears nearly escaping yours eyes in frustration due to it despite his second tendon continually abusing your clits sweet spot, within the second the first tentacle entered your once more pushing with no hesitation right back to its original position as Jungkook began wiggling once again with short thrusts. 

Your walls kept squeezing around him causing him to moan as he whined, “You- you need to stop doing that...feels too good.” He mumbled shyly against your skin as you nearly convulsed in pleasure at the way his third tendon was wrapped around your nipple, giving the bit of pressure that had your cunt squeezing around his tentacle, too busy in your own pleasure to care about what he wanted, your hand wrapped around his throat making his eyes widen and his lips part submissively, “I’m gonna keep doing what I want baby- fuck...I think you like it when my little cunt squeezes around it.” You purposely clenched around his tentacle and you could physically feel it throb inside you.

Jungkook’s lips trembled a little a moan escaped him at your hand squeezing lightly around his throat his tentacle immediately fucking you even faster in comply as your lips parted in glee, your hips rolling a little to slide along the slick thick tendon, “Thats right baby boy, I bet you’ve never felt a cunt like this before huh?” You let out a shaky cackle as your hand sadistically squeezed harder around his neck. 

His gaze dropped and he only whined, quickly crumbling to your dominant hands that only excited you further, it was one thing to cross off your bucket list getting fucked by an alien, it was two being able to dom one, “Oh am I suddenly in control now?” You mockingly pouted before a twisted smirk curled on your face at how Jungkook wouldn’t meet your eyes any longer.

Power was practically leaking in your veins, you were getting fucked by a tentacle alien and he was a shy little sub? Your squeezed harsher around his neck, a whiney moan suddenly escaping him as his tentacle harshly pulsed inside you before it frozen, his face buried into your neck, impatient and now knowing you could boss him around freely your hips lifted, squelching and slipping around the tendon with ease as his lips trembled against your neck, “Mmm! P-please! You have to slow down…” he whimpered a little at how cruel you were being with him. 

You could care less in this moment though, too busy living out your dream fantasy bucking your hips against the soft subtle material, your cunt squeezing around him as you moaned softly.

Your moan twisted to a growl at the feeling of his tentacle pausing in your clit, your hand finding his hair as you harshly balled it into your hand, “I didn’t give you permission to stop.” Jungkook’s gaze lowered and his eyes a little watery despite the angry pout on his face.

“You aren’t listening to me.” He mumbled stubbornly and your lips twitched, outwardly showing displeasure but inwardly seeking the chase he was trying to give. Jungkook fumbled with you had pushed away, briefly his tendons pulled away in semi surprise, at first assuming you had taken his shy words the wrong way but he was quickly mistaken when he was shoved onto the bed, a whine escaping him as the tentacles quickly adjusted to be semi flattened. His lips were quivering at the sight of your naked body straddling him and your hand on his jaw, “Truthfully, I don’t think you want me to listen baby.” You pouted mockingly, the feeling of his stretched tentacles seekingly wrapping around your thighs, “Open.” 

Jungkook’s lips parted a little, his eyes watering and looking a little confused at your words, but you had took advantage of the opportunity, spitting into his mouth as he suddenly whined, his ears bright red following along with the magenta color coursing through his body as your hand wrapped around his throat in a firm grip, “Good boy.” You smiled loosely, wiping a stray bit of saliva from his lip as he whined, a tentacle beginning to stroke against your soaked cunt once more but this time he did nothing except in hopes of an invitation.

“Such a good boy, go on, I know you want to.” You cooed out, your head hanging a little and your lips parting at the feeling of the tentacle plunging back inside your warm walls with a loud squelch, “Stay still.” You commanded sharply and with a noisy whine from Jungkook as he obediently listened, you could feel the foreign tendon inside you pulsing still as if it nearly killed him to do so. Your hips steadily began to move along the tentacle, your cunt clenching around it as you took more of him it only got fatter and thicker the more you took. 

“Ahh, fuck. That’s it baby, c’mon keep filling me up. I know you want to. I can see it in your face.” You taunted, feeling his tentacle doing a test wiggle inside you as you slid along it, arousal coating him as he whined, you had a great view of his other tentacles sliding from under his back and extending upward, the second quickly made way for your clit much to your excitement, your lips parted and a whine escaping you as it kept rubbing into your sweet spot it had previously discovered. 

You were too busy trembling and moaning, attempting to fight off another orgasm at the feeling of your clit almost feeling like it was being ate out at how soft the tip of his tentacle was gently lapping against it and a soft wet arousal of his own leaking from the tip, you had bounced against his tendon in short motions, craving all of him inside you as your body began to convulse, your hands balling against his chest with a whine at how difficult it was to stop yourself from cumming immediately.

Jungkook wasn’t letting go without a fight though, a third tentacle had surprised you, pushing between the cheeks of your ass making you nearly gasp a whine, “Fuck! Fuck, please.” You mumbled in a moment of weakness, giving your consent that you’d like to trust he’d be able to make this feel good. Jungkook didn’t hesitate for a second, the tentacle oozed a slippery liquid, his own arousal along your puckered rim. You were almost too fucked out to even pay attention, your body busy still riding him and trying to focus on anything but the feeling of the slippery tentacle flicking at your clit and finding nearly every pleasurable nerve physically possible. 

It was difficult to miss the third one pushing slowly into your ass as your lips jumbled something nearly incomprehensible, your body collapsing semi against him, only being held up by your weak forearms, “Mmph! Fuck baby keep going, just like that. Such a good boy for me.” 

Jungkook squeaked out what sounded like a pleasant noise at the praise, perhaps sensing your body beginning to crumble as his tentacles took back over, quickly thrusting inside you once more and wiggling to his heart's pleasure as drool nearly dropped from your lips. Unable to even do anything or say anything with two tentacles plunged inside you. 

The tip of the tentacle was just narrow enough to slip inside your ass with a gentle sting but pleasurable enough to make your toes curl and whines escape you at the feeling of the force of his thrusts on either side of your body. His second was still lapping up around your clit, finding that perfect spot that nearly made your vision go white and you weren’t sure what escaped your throat other than possibly the best orgasm you would ever experience in your life. 

And it didn’t stop after a second, it just kept going with his tentacles drilling inside you and lapping around your delicate hyper sensitive clit as you whined and cried against him. Jungkook moaned softly as you felt what potentially might have been a second tentacle greedily pushing inside your cunt, whimpers escaping you at how harshly he was thrusting up inside you and how stretched your body was. 

Your mouth parting at the feeling of the forth tentacle pushing its way to meet the first as you squeaked and whined against him, a tentacle wrapping around your waist to hold up your lower body that nearly collapsed as your vision blurred with tears at how hard you were being fucked. Jungkook’s eyes were shut tightly and his hands had finally grabbed your waist as extra support as his third tentacle wiggled its way further into your ass. The pleasurable sting becoming more and more noticeable as you cried out at the feeling of one tentacle flicking up against your g-spot and the other harshly thrusting into you while your clit was hypersensitive at the feeling of being rubbed and flicked. 

Your last orgasm couldn’t even compete with this one as you cried out, body convulsing and cunt tightening as you nearly scrambled almost looking possessed to the unknown eye, your body had clenched up so hard at being so filled you hadn’t even heard the sharp whine from Jungkook. Hot liquid suddenly spurted everywhere the majority of it inside you but some getting on you, over the bed, everywhere. 

Jungkook whimpered and whined, digging his face into your neck and his tentacles were pulsing sharply as if literally pumping out every drop of liquid they could inside you. You were so fucked out you could hardly even ask what in the actual hell he just injected inside you. You had already been tired before but your body was burning and aching, feeling as if you had literally been ripped to pieces. 

At least you finally got a piece of that tentacle action.

You were not someone that fucked and then immediately slept afterwards, typically after a one night stand, depending on your relation with the person you would either ghost them by pretending to go to the bathroom, talk and hang out afterwards, or go get something to eat together, or by yourself, you weren’t picky.

Rubbing your blurry eyes you yawned, your body aching with even the slightest movement, Jungkook was the first man who had ever fucked you so hard, you had little to no choice but to fall asleep afterwards, you probably couldn’t even stand if you wanted too. He was curled up against your chest at the moment, his head pressed into your breasts looking way too content at the moment. 

Your eyes trailed down at his fluffy raven hair before down the warm tawny skin of his back, something in your chest stirring, it felt like it was almost physically tugging you closer to his body, your hand finding its way to his hair making him stir a little. Jungkook’s arms wiggled against your waist to make himself comfortable once more before relaxed with a content sigh. 

The marks on his back glowed a sentient purple, you had never gotten a good look at his back before. 

And while this wasn’t that great of a position to view, you were still curious with what you could see, they formed two long strips down his back widening a fair bit and they stopped just at the smallest part of his waist. If you didn’t know any better you would’ve remarked that it looked like he had wings ripped from his back.

As morbid as it sounded, and that is of course if they glowed like this. Jungkook really was the prettiest thing you had ever seen, your hand hadn’t even meant to pull from his hair down his neck, you couldn’t help the tug in your chest wanting to touch.

However the moment your fingers grazed over the mark that covered his left shoulder blade Jungkook nearly flew out of your arms making you jolt in just as much surprise as him, his lips parted and he had sat up, gaze sharp as he looked around as if for any possible intruders. Slowly as he woke up though he came to the realization it was just you and him, your smile becoming somewhat sheepish as you mumbled, “Um, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You cleared your throat feeling bad now, was it just that sensitive? You might not know much about Orionian’s but you could take a guess and assume that was the opening to where his tentacles laid dormant, and given they were also how they procreated...It was natural Jungkook was probably a little defensive about them being touched. 

Jungkook said nothing though, only staring at you for a long moment before he whined a little, suddenly crawling back up to you before collapsing on top of you as you huffed, “You can’t startle me like that, my scaling is sensitive.” He mumbled a little shy, grabbing your hand as he placed it back on top of his head obviously wanting affection. 

Your fingers dug back into his scalp making a pleasant noise escape him as his body relaxed once more, “...Scaling?” Your brows furrowed at his words, complying with his silent demand to have his hair played with as he curled up against you, his lips tugged into a smile as he rested his face between your breast. 

“Yeah, my scales.” Jungkook nodded as he held up his arm, pointing at the glowing marks making you frown, that...looked nothing like scales....Jungkook smiled a little as he rested back down while explaining, “There filled with hyper plasma so depending on the hormonal chemistry of my body will change colors.” You got that part, even before he could speak English, but still...when you thought of scales, you thought of stuff like fish and...scaly things. Not aliens. 

Jungkook only smiled happily as he looked up at you, it looked like thousands of stars twinkling in his eyes and the dim lights reflected off his iridescent skin, little tones of purple and blue could be spotted as he lifted his hand up to cup your cheek, his fingers carefully trailing down your jawline. There was a wave in your chest, something strong like...the only thing you could describe was pure happiness, “Hey what did you blow inside?” You hadn’t even meant to ask that question but it had abruptly crossed your mind. 

Jungkook’s gaze faltered a little, his scales suddenly turning bright pink and his bashfully lowered his gaze, pressing his cheek on your chest as he mumbled, “It was just plasma, it’s what helps carry eggs when they’re released but...I already told you...my eggs aren’t ready yet. You have no possible chance of getting pregnant without my prior knowledge.” 

His fingers tethered against your stomach as if saddened at the idea that his future kin weren’t in your stomach, a wave of sadness fleeting inside your chest briefly as you frowned, why did you feel so odd? You weren’t even the least bit sad about not being pregnant. 

“Okay...good I was just..wondering since…” You coughed a little, not finishing your sentence which you were originally going to say because he used you like an actual cum dump- not that you minded. But still. It was good to know. Jungkook said no more, only burying into your chest with a pouty whine. 

Yawning you stretched out looking around before grabbing your phone which had somehow made it alive on your night stand, your notifications flooded with Jimin’s drunk texting on where you went last night and why you weren’t home...Wait, your eyes darted to the time, it was noon?! You had a lecture in half an hour! 

“Fuck! I have to get to class!” You immediately jolted up making Jungkook whine as he was jostled onto the bed as you limped along in search of your clothes, your body aching and resisting with each fumble before you nearly collapsed out of fatigue while grabbing your panties. 

“Can’t you just stay? Just for a little longer?” Jungkook mumbled, his lips in a large puppy like pout as he held out his hand to you, something stirring in your chest that wanted to just curl back up against him, his eyes doe like and soft, almost pleading for you to cuddle back up against him. 

“I have midterms coming up Jungkook, I really can’t afford to skip class.” You offered an apologetic smile, “Besides it’s not like we can’t go get something to eat later or anything.” Pulling your pants up you wobbled to the door, frowning as you pulled your sweatshirt back over your head, where was the door handle…?

“..B-but!” Jungkook fumbled as he pulled his shirt over his head before hurrying over to you, “Just five more minutes? Or two? Please…!” There was something urgent in his voice as his lips trembled as if he would be devastated if you left. 

Examining the door your lips parted as you pushed the button on the wall, jolting a little as the door slid open, “Jungkook,” You paused briefly, feeling a dull ache in your chest, a brief desire to do as pleaded as you looked up at him, “I really have to go to class okay? I’ll drop by later when I’m finished for the day I’m sure you...have stuff you need to talk about with your...um...kin…” You raised your brow a little awkwardly before you back walking down the hallway, something inside the back of your head almost tempted to stay with him. 

He looked so panicked and whiny, it made you feel bad for having to go, and furthermore you secretly wished you could stay longer but you couldn’t afford to miss class with midterms so close. 

If your memory was correct this should lead to…! Aha, you felt victorious at the sight of the main, living area?  The circular table was towards the smaller three step ledge that went up into the control room and the purple bonsai-like plant which had just been freshly pruned sat delicately on the other side of the room. 

“No! I....Can I come with you then? And then we can come back here together later?” Jungkook pleaded, his lips trembling and his eyes almost watery as you paused with a sigh, he was really tugging on your heart strings huh...It was almost easier to deny him back when he was unable to actually speak his wants to you. 

“Jungkook I- I mean I guess you could…? But like, it’s just lecture, it’s boring, I have to be focused the whole time and no offense but...I feel like if you came I wouldn’t focus.” You pulled a little away from him with an awkward smile while silently hoping the door had been fixed. 

“Morning you two,” You turned around at the sight of Namjoon appearing from the large opening of the control room Taehyung who still looked sour following after him only to lean against the wall with crossed arms, Namjoon stepped down the three steps as he offered a polite smile, “I hope you slept well, I’m sure it’s a lot different compared to human dorms.” 

You looked away from Namjoon unable to speak at the question of having slept well, you hardly slept half the night after getting your back blown out, but he was right, it was nothing like human- in any aspect whatsoever, whether it was the bed or who you got fucked by last night. 

“It was fine...um the door....Is it fixed?” You pointed your thumb behind your shoulder as you offered a weak smile. 

Namjoon nodded stepping closer before he abruptly paused, his brows furrowing before he looked between you and Jungkook without so much as a word, it made you somewhat self conscious as you shuffled in your spot at nobody volunteering to get the door open, “Yeah, it’s fixed, umm…” His smile was a little tense before he looked between you and Jungkook, “Are you both going out? Already?” 

Jungkook refused to look his elder in the eyes, his lips plush and pouty, hair dusting over his eyes as he shuffled in his spot refusing to answer whatever unasked question his elder had, “Uh yeah, I’m going to class, Jungkook can stay here though, I’ll be back later.” You shrugged, not understanding what their problem was. 

Taehyung had not interjected into the conversation yet, his dark hair brushing over his eyes only in the opposite effect of Jungkook, making him look as if he had a death warrant with your name on it, “And leave Jungkook alone?” He gritted his teeth looking like he was ready to snarl at you, your lips quirked a little and your brow lifted in confusion, wasn’t that typically what people meant when they said they had to leave…? 

“Uh yeah, and I’ll come back…?” You trailed off, making it sound more like a question then a statement before Taehyung suddenly pushed off the wall, his walk was by no means in any hurry, but his shoulders were squared and his steps were paced with determination that had you taking a step back at the sight of him not stopping until he was right in front of you. 

The energy of the room had gone tense before Taehyung snarled, “You bonded with my little brother and now you’re going to leave him!?” 

You shrieked at suddenly being shoved against the wall, your ribs throbbing in pain as Taehyung’s hand wrapped around your throat, crushing your windpipe as you gagged, “Humans really are pathetic selfish people.” Tentacles suddenly wrapped around Taehyung’s hand before he was ripped away from you, hot red scales were a blur as Jungkook stood in front of you protectively. 

Your hands rubbing your sore throat as you leaned against the wall gasping for air, “Stay out of this!” Jungkook growled, his lips twitching and his eyes burning into his brothers, “This doesn’t involve you, let me sort it out and if you ever fucking touch my mate like that again I won’t hesitate to rip your eggs straight out of your utaria.” 

You jolted at the sight of Taehyung lashing out at Jungkook, both of them slamming into the wall near the hallway as they grappled and yet you could only stare in shock at what had just happened and what you had just heard. Namjoon was immediately between them both separating the two as he growled, “Taehyung that wasn’t necessary! I doubt she even realizes what happened!” Namjoon immediately twisted towards Jungkook with a scowl, “And you! What did I tell you last night?” 

Jungkook’s jaw was clenched, his scales a hot burning red that matched Taehyung’s and yet his eyes couldn’t meet Namjoon’s, his lips twitching a little as he glared into the wall, his expression slowly melting as Namjoon snapped, “What did I tell you!? Why can’t you two ever listen for once? If you had we probably wouldn’t even be stuck on Earth right now! This is your mess Jungkook, I told you it wasn’t a good idea to bond this early on in our stay on Earth.” 

Jungkook’s expression had turned neutral but something in his eyes still seemed bitter as he stared at the ground now, perhaps too scared to look up at you, who had backed away from all the men in shock. You...but...Jungkook said…The silence set in and slowly each brother turned their gaze towards you before Jungkook was the last, his face filled with remorse at your expression as your lips parted, “You…! You told me-” Your lips parted variously before you finally forced out a sentence, “You lied to me!” 

“I didn’t!” Jungkook immediately hurried over to you, his expression filled with guilt and desperation, “I- Y/n I wasn’t even aware we had bonded until Taehyung pointed it out! I’m sorry I had no idea I…!” All you heard was excuse after excuse though, something indescribable filled your chest and your vision blurred in anger. 

“I’m going! I can’t…! I can’t even look at you right now Jungkook!” Upset felt like it had magnified tenfold in your chest as you rushed down the metal stairs, punching against the button before the door opened, your throat felt squeezed and like you were suffocating as you ran as far and fast as your legs could take you. What was happening to you? 

“I’m fine…” 

Jimin and Seokjin exchanged glances, light poured in from the opened door behind them of your bedroom, the blanket wrapped around your body has you held it up above your nose, “Uh don’t lie bitch,” Jimin quirked a brow, his lips twitching in anger at just the sight of you trying to tell such an obvious lie, “It’s been three days since...whatever happened with JK- “Jungkook,” “I don’t give a fuck what his name is, you’ve been a recluse ever since, what happened?” 

Just the mention of Jungkook’s name made your chest physically ache as you curled further into yourself, you weren’t in physical pain, you couldn’t even fully describe it. 

All of your feelings just felt so amplified, like they swirled at just the surface of your chest and ready to burst out at any given moment. It felt like a physical string around your heart that squeezed and tugged harder and harder that left you in a depressed state with no energy left to do anything except what you had been doing.

Weakly sleeping half the time or scrolling on your phone in a useless attempt to think about anything other than Jungkook. You couldn’t even understand how you felt so attached to him and how much your body ached to just be wrapped up in his arms, but you were still so upset at what had happened. 

Questions swirled in your mind and to which you didn’t have the answer too and it made you even more upset that you wouldn’t get answers unless you went back, “Y/n, we’re just worried.” Seokjin raised his brows, his expression apprehensive but softened at the weak state you were in, “You haven’t been out of your room ever since the morning after the party. Midterms are just around the corner, I doubt you slack off for a shit reason.” 

You only curled up further before you sighed, closing your eyes as you finally caved in and mumbled an explanation as to what had happened and what you were now suffering under. Seokjin seemed more calm but Jimin’s lips were twitching in anger as he scowled, “You’re joking! Well let’s just go and demand he cut whatever alien ties he has on you.” 

You knew he was just trying to help but you only shook your head, “...Taehyung said I was the one that had apparently formed the bond, I didn’t even know that was possible.” You mumbled, you buried into your pillow, a feeling of guilt building into your chest as you tried to forget the ghost image of Jungkook’s hurt eyes in your mind. 

“Well it’s obviously affecting you mentally and physically, I mean seriously, you haven’t showered in days, you aren’t eating, Y/n…” Seokjin kneeled down, a frown on his face, “You need to swallow your pride, as stubborn as you are, and go talk to Jungkook about this. We’ll come with you, you probably won’t even have the energy to get there, but he’s the only one who can help.”

You managed to roll over to your side, your back facing them both now as you pulled the blanket over your head, you didn’t want to face Jungkook again, you weren’t sure you were ready to. You had so many mixed feelings and you weren’t even sure what to begin on asking questions. 

Neither said anymore before you heard Seokjin reluctantly sigh, “I’ll leave it for tonight, but tomorrow morning you’re giving us directions and we’re going to get this sorted.” They both left shortly after and closed the door sinking the room back into a depth of darkness. A heavy weight back on your chest and sudden ache filling you as you curled up, a dull sense of urgency inside you but you couldn’t distinguish what for. It felt like you needed to cry even despite not feeling sad, but maybe as a way to just release this energy.

But you didn’t do anything besides lay on your back, staring up at the ceiling as you sighed, trying to ignore the dull ache of your head, what a shit show. If you had known what your life would come to by just trying to be a good person, you would’ve left him in that ditch. ----

It felt like your body was being dragged through the mud, through the fire and hell maybe even gitting shit on at this point, “This is so stupid.” You mumbled, curled up in your hoodie as you hugged your knees into your chest in the back of Seokjin’s car. 

“You’re the one that fucked an alien,” Jimin snorted, twisting in his seat as he cocked a brow, “Which, what possessed you to do that seriously? Your stupid little hentai fantasies?” He stared at you with a bizarre expression as you snorted weakly. 

“Yeah pretty much.” 

“Fucking knew it,” Jimin collapsed back in his seat, “We could get our assholes probed by aliens now because she couldn’t keep her panties on at the sight of a slimy tentacle.” He raised his hands dramatically and you could’ve sworn you heard Seokjin try to keep from laughing at you both. 

“They’ll probe you with their tentacles too, apparently they make their own lube home made so they’ll slide it right in no problem.” If you had the energy you would’ve died laughing at the way Jimin whipped around in his seat in horror. 

“No fucking way. You WILLINGLY let him do that to you?” 

You couldn’t stop the weak laugh escaping you as you leaned your head against the window, “I’m a slut.” You shrugged before you lifted your head a little, “Right there! It should be in the field. I think it has some sort of cloaking shield or something.” Seokjin pulled off on the old winding back road which looked familiar enough.

He hadn’t been going fast to begin with and you had already stopped twice and the two other fields had been empty so this one had to be it, and if it wasn’t then it was safe to say you broken Jungkook’s heart right in two and he and his other space fuckboy brothers left Earth for good. Which you hoped not because you felt like you were in a weird limbo between life and death at the moment. 

Stepping out of the car you paused as you heaved a breath, leaning against the car as you sighed, the energy feeling like it had been sucked straight out of your soul every passing minute. Jimin looked at you mildly concerned as you waved him off, slowly pushing yourself straight up as you wrapped your arms around yourself. 

The comforts of your hoodie keep you warm as you ignore the dull ache in your chest, Seokjin and Jimin both kept close as you all looked like idiots wandering around in an empty field. The empty field however, upon stepping forward had suddenly blurred before the familiar sight of the ship came into view. Seokjin and Jimin were dumbfounded at the sight as they both stared. 

You only trudged forward towards the door before you slammed your hand against the metal door, “Well? What are you both doing just standing there?” You asked with a furrowed brow.

“Well sorry I didn’t fuck an alien the first chance I got.” Jimin fumbled out with a huff as he hurried over along with Seokjin. 

The door had immediately been opened to a relieved looking Namjoon, his eyes briefly landing on Jimin and Seokjin warily as he spoke, “I’m glad you came back! Come on, hurry in.” He ushered you in, “...I’m assuming these are your...friends…?” 

“Best friends, roommates, the same guys that also allowed your little space fuckboy to stay with us.” Jimin growled out as he crossed his arms, standing as a big brother you never asked for as Seokjin snorted. 

“Chill,” He shoved Jimin a little who only grumbled under his breath before he spoke, “I’m Seokjin and that’s Jimin, we’re Y/n’s roommates we’re already uh...aware of what you guys are we just...we don’t know what’s going on, we just want Y/n to be okay.” 

Namjoon nodded slowly, still a little wary but it was to be expected, he said no more as he widened the latch for the three of you, “Y/n left right at the beginning stage of their bond when it’s imperative that the newly bonded couple stay together and establish a stable connection. If not, it becomes unstable and drains the life force out of both individuals causing a wide variety of ailments and illnesses to take over. It’s good you guys came back when you did, Jungkook is doing even worse sense he was the Si in the bond.” 

“What is she doing back here?” Your lips twitched a little at the snarl from Taehyung who had shot up from his seat at the table, his eyes glaring holes into you and honestly, if he could vaperize you into dust at the moment you were sure he probably would. 

“Here to break the little probe ass connection your fuckboy put on her,” Jimin snapped back unappreciative at someone talking this way to you especially in the condition you were in right now.

Taehyung’s lip twitched as he shot out of his seat, “My little brother may be naive but he had good intentions and she took advantage of his fragile state! He wasn’t in any sort of headspace to do anything!” You only curled away from Taehyung with mixed feelings, you wouldn’t necessarily describe Jungkook’s state of mind at the time, fragile as it was just horny. 

Namjoon sighed as he looked at Seokjin before at you and then the two feuding men who were practically glaring into one another, “Taehyung, don’t do anything irrational, I’m going to get Jungkook.” Namjoon disappeared and it was quiet inside the ship as a tension took over the room. 

You tried your best to ignore it as you slumped against the wall, listening to the whirling on the interior running. Not a minute later you heard a loud flutter of steps as you looked up, Jungkook’s hair had been ruffled and he had looked extraordinarily tired, his scales however were lit up a sky blue, his lips parted as if trying to figure out if you were real or not before he hurried to you. 

His arms wrapping around you and a small whimper escaping him as his nose rubbed into your neck, your face pressed into his chest with a sigh of relief, the dull ache in your chest fading quickly as you basked in the warmth of Jungkook’s arms. You had hugged many people in your life before and sure it was nice, but you couldn’t even describe the wash of comfort and love that radiated through your entire being at being curled up in this man’s arms. 

Jungkook’s nose nudged at your neck a little and buried himself into your embrace as his fingers fiddled with the thick material of your hoodie, “Jungkook,” Jungkook shuffled a little, his body practically wrapped around you as his eyes slowly looked up from his content figure to meet Namjoon’s gaze, “You both should go lay down and begin to properly set your bond together, I’m sure you’re both exhausted.” 

Jungkook nodded wordlessly, perhaps not trusting himself to speak as he began to lead you towards his pod, “Woah, wait hold on.” Jimin cut in only for a snarl like growl to escape Jungkook, tentacles suddenly shooting from his back protectively pulling towards the front of his body to create a barrier between you and any threat that might take you away from him. 

“Woah holy fuck!” Jimin nearly screeched, holding his hands up and freaking out a little at seeing a killer glare on such an innocent face, “We didn’t come here for this…! What, what do you mean, set a bond? I don’t want Y/n out of our sight…!” 

Jungkook’s lip twitched in annoyance as he set his chin on your shoulder, his arms tightening around your waist and you could see the red glow of his scales slowly deepening further into a dark maroon, he did not look happy. 

Namjoon put up a hand, offering a tense smile, “All that entails is them being together and being close, they need to stabilize their bond. Once it’s set they can figure out whether they want to...bond further or…” Namjoon didn’t finish his sentence, is eyes warily lingering on the younger’s expression which was sharp and annoyed, “...You get the idea, I would advise against stopping him, trying to separate them now when he just got her back….I can’t guarantee I’ll keep you both alive.” 

Jimin and Seokjin shared a wary glance before stepping aside, Jungkook’s gaze broody as he watched them sharply as he trudged you both forward, his tentacles still out and floating behind him now as if ready to strike on contact. The tension didn’t leave until you were back into his pod once more, the room having not been changed except for a lot more clutter accumulation- much like your own room. 

You hadn’t even had the chance to open your mouth before you were suddenly picking up, your legs wrapping around Jungkook as you squirmed, “Jungkook!” You squeaked out, his hands gripping your ass tightly but his face kept nudging into your neck as he whined,  the killer aura he had not seconds ago immediately disappearing, “Don’t ever do that again,” You were nearly crushed when you were dropped onto the bed before Jungkook collapsed on top of you, “Please.” Guilt nearly devoured your heart at the way Jungkook held back a sob, his voice pleading and cracked, “It’s not fair! You-! You can’t just do this to me then leave. Never again.” You felt warm substance dripping onto your skin and your heart was pounding in your chest. 

An innate need coursing through your veins to dry his tears as you did so, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry okay?” You whispered out, your hands cupping his cheeks, that iridescent glow on his skin and his eyes watery and big, “I’m just…! I was just scared, I didn’t know what was going on and I just thought I needed time to think. I had no idea what the effects were and what would happen if I left. I’m not going to leave okay? I won’t leave.” 

Jungkook only closed his eyes, tears falling down his cheeks and you couldn’t help but watch in a melancholy awe at an almost glittery substance filling his tears, making the stains on his skin glisten and glitter under the dark lights of his room, Jungkook said no more, perhaps not trusting himself too and only curled himself further against your as your hands soothingly ran through his hair as his body melted into yours. No words were further spoken between you both as you curled against him once more, your nose burying in his hair with the innate need to comfort him. 

Feelings were too intense and magnified, as if you could feel every speck of hurt and misery Jungkook had suffered without you and despite being cognitively aware you in any other case wouldn’t be like this, you still were. You didn’t understand what happened, or how it happened, but what you did know was that despite all of the uncertainty, Jungkook needed you. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, neither of you had talked for what seemed like hours, only staying close in one another's arms, and slow but surely, that unstable feeling in your chest was beginning to fade and was replaced by what you could only describe as a warm, bright thrum.

Both of you were awake, but Jungkook’s eyes looked far away, his face still laid against your chest as you tenderly stroked through his hair, “Jungkook,” He didn’t respond right away, shifting a little before those doe eyes looked up at you, his lips jutted into a soft pout that nearly broke your heart out of guilt, “What....what’s going on? I don’t understand anything.” Your fingers delicately traced his prominent cheekbones, his face immediately nuzzling into your hand as his eyes closed. 

Jungkook’s lips trembled only a little as he mumbled, “...I...I’m not sure...I told you before that in order for a bond to be created it has to be wanted between both parties involved,” His nose nudged your hand as you tenderly thumbed his cheek, “Wh-which means...even if it wasn’t a surface thought you still energetically reached out and initiated the bond making you the Fi and me the Si since I accepted without realizing.” 

His lips went pouty before he pressed his head back against your chest as you stared down at him mildly confused, perhaps realizing this he spoke further, “Fi and Si are considered sacred opposites, in a bond both people take on one or the other, the initiator the Fi and the receiver the Si, it makes sense you didn’t feel as much as I did, the Fi in the bond isn’t affected nearly as heavily as the Si is because you were the one who created the bond.”

You still didn’t quite understand other than this being a Yin and Yang equivalent with a dash of omegaverse on the side, but then again, if humans had descended from Orionian’s then the apple truly didn’t fall too far from the tree. 

“And...the Fi is what…? The more dominant one?” You quirked a brow, a smile threatening to tug on your lips as Jungkook looked up at you, an unfair pout of his face as he set his chin on your chest, leading you to believe there was some merit to your words. 

“Not exactly, it just means you were the one who established the bond, making you the one who, in more primal words, the caretaker. With newly bonded couples, it’s imperative that you be together for the first few days to stabilize the bond. Si tends to be more....” He shifted a little, his scales becoming pink as he buried into your chest, “...Clingy...and Fi tends to facilitate and care for Si while the bond stabilizes.”

Your hand made its way back to his hair as you tenderly combed through the soft silky locks as Jungkook’s relaxed back against you, practically melting into your touch as you hummed, “And...if it isn’t stabilized?” 

Jungkook shifted a little against you as he mumbled, “...Well, both people become....I don’t know how to truly describe, if a bond isn’t stabilized...it becomes difficult to distinguish your own feelings from your partners, and with the bond unstable it causes an emptiness to fill both which causes sadness and pain, but because feelings can be mutually felt, it magnifies those feelings tenfold...Until eventually….” Jungkook frowned as he shrugged a little timidly, “Both go insane, or end up commiting suicide out of despair. Si feels it a lot more intensely then Fi though because of being the one who was tethered into the bond rather than creating it.”

Oh…

You said nothing, feeling even worse now knowing what had happened and what you could have possibly caused, not only this but for Jungkook to suffer through so much all because you couldn’t just hear him out for less than five minutes, “Don’t blame yourself,” Jungkook sat up a little to look at you earnestly, as if knowing exactly what you felt despite not saying anything, “You don’t know anything about Orionian’s, I...I should’ve handled everything better then I did…” His gaze lowered looking a little glassy as he sighed, “Just...please never do that again.” He collapsed back against you with a quiet mumble, “I was miserable.” 

“I won’t baby.” You ushered softly, pressing your lips into his hair as he basked in your love, the silence taking over once more as you relaxed back down against him, intending on letting yourself fall asleep again before you felt a low rumble in your stomach, before you sighed...Well he did say since you were….Fi...that you were supposed to be a caretaker....?

“Hey, I’m starving...you want me to get us something to eat?” You sat up a little as Jungkook shifted beneath you with a whine, his cheeks puffing a little as he huffed, saying nothing but you had a suspicion that he was definitely hungry, “I’m getting us something to eat, what do you want babe?” You got out of bed making Jungkook scramble with another whine. 

He immediately latched himself to you as you sighed, “Then we’re going together. Do you guys even have human food here?” 

“We have plamatic barrettes.” Jungkook perked a little in excitement as you frowned. 

“Can...Are...are they edible for humans?” You raised a brow as you opened the door, doing an awkward waddle as Jungkook back hugged you, happily nuzzling into your neck before he frowned.

“Well...um…” He rubbed his head as you tutted, it wasn’t that you weren’t willing to try it but you were really craving some fries right now and whatever it was they ate, didn’t sound even close to a potato. 

“We can try it later babe, I brought my wallet so we can go get something to eat, if Jimin and Seokjin haven’t left it’ll be like a two minute drive.” You shrugged as you both entered the common space. 

“You both aren’t going anywhere.” Namjoon had been running around with Taehyung while Jimin and Seokjin were working frantically on...what looked like an engine box as the man turned around with a serious expression making you and Jungkook twist into concern, “The Arbitrators are here on Earth, which means we’re leaving.” 

You didn’t quite understand the gravity of the situation but...you had a feeling this wasn’t an ideal situation.

#bts #bts fanfic #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader smut #jungkook x y/n #jungkook smut #alien!jungkook #bts imagine #jungkook scenario

[chiwhorei]

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬

paring: kenny ackerman x fem!reader

genre: apocalypse!au, smut, dark content, 18+ mdni [cross-posted to Ao3]

word count: 3k

overview: kenny *i-wouldn’t-fuck-you-if-it-was-the-end-of-the-world* ackerman; but it is and you do . . . and you’ll probably do it again. or, if you read beyond the cut and wind up in hell that is legally not my fault.

tags: dymph does sacrilege once again, post-apocalypse au, blood, violence, zombies (only mentions of gore nothing specific), somnophilia, noncon, dubcon, degradation, smoking, insertion, sloppy oral, big age gap aka kenny is a nasty old man and reader is a sweet little virgin.

a.notes: happy *fucking* easter. this is for the smut pile’s apocalypse collab so go give everyone’s pieces a read, everyone has worked so incredibly hard. this is dedicated to @pleasantanathema​, who was both my beta reader and emotional support while stringing this together. here’s to the old man fuckery, cheers.

hymn: the seven deadly virtues - camelot

But stay awake at all times, praying that you may have strength to escape all these things that are going to take place, and to stand before the Son of Man. -Luke 21:36

                                      * * *

Wet.

A sticky kind of wet. Clinging on like thick clay, splattered across your neck— gore and sinew wrapped in a noose. Shades of decaying reds and browns are all you see these days. 

The seeping, molding kind of wet.

The smell is suffocating, the toll of death deep in your bones. You keep moving, you have to. One foot in front of the other, fingers fretting with the cross hanging between your collarbones. Counting your Hail Mary’s distracts from the ache in your soles and the burning feeling that you’re rotting away.

It was slow at first. The end of the world, the crashing, clattering end felt like a slow decent to hell. Pieces of the modern world falling away, the promise of tomorrow, the assurance of a cure. You refused to believe the dead could walk the earth until they were stumbling straight towards you. 

All of us, you think, are rotting away.

“Pick up the pace, kid. Are you trying to end up like the rest of those fuckers?” His voice rings from a few feet in front of you. The brush under your feet is dry, leaves crunching loudly with every weary step forward. 

Kenny always likes to remind you of your naïveté, insults about your rose tinted glasses barked crudely from around a cigarette. Your youth, your optimism, your beliefs-- useless traits in his opinion. What good is God in a world like this.

“Friends. They were our friends.” Your words come out in a whimper, the tone further irritating the man ahead of you.

He stops, turning around to catch your eyes, gaze piercing through the night like a knife. All that’s left of your composure is used to keep from crashing right into his chest.

“Ain’t no more room for friends in this world, baby doll,” a long pointer finger lifts your chin, the slightest touch still bruising, “thinkin’ like that is what’s going to get ya killed.”

Rose tinted glasses, cracked and splattered with blood, fall off and are lost to a world that no longer exists. Kenny let’s up and turns, pulling you farther into the thick brush. You could swear you feel the lenses as they splinter under your shoe.

                                      * * *

Kenny is a vile man. He knows his name isn’t on a reservation list at the Pearly Gates, he’s aware that a sinner lives on borrowed time. 

Nowadays, everyone is living on borrowed time. Even you.

You, he thinks, looking back to where you stumble over a tree branch, far to good for a world like this.

He can’t help but laugh, the absolute absurdity of his current situation. Escaping death by the skin of his teeth, watching any familiar faces burning in the remnants of a camp he couldn’t really call home. People that fought to the bone, melting or devoured or both.

And then there was you, standing in front of the flames, tears falling down the apples of your cheeks, stiff in shock and horror. He remembers the way your lips moved, mumbling a quiet prayer instead of trying to run. Stupid little thing.

It’s not the earth the meek inherit; it’s the dirt.

Was it pity that made Kenny pull you away from an infernal gravesite all those months ago? He’s never the hero of any story. No, it must have been something else.

Maybe it was the way you looked up with teary eyes, silently begging for help. Unwittingly making a deal with the devil. His teeth grind at the memory, the vision of how beautiful you look so completely helpless. 

Kenny leads and you follow, he hunts and you flitch at the sound of an arrow piercing flesh. The small squeak and proceeding thumb of meat as it hits the ground never fails to make you sick. When he’s not hunting for food, he’s hunting something else.

The sounds of death are all the same.

Some days you’re lucky, coming across abandoned hideouts or deserted cars. Snagging whatever hasn’t already been picked over; some ammo, the occasional can of peaches or pack of cigarettes. Kenny laughs dryly everytime, chucking the carton into his bag. Always the cigarettes, never the lighter. Most days, not so much.

Every night, you fall asleep to the flicker of a campfire, lulled by the steady sound of Kenny’s knife as it scrapes against a piece of wood. He’s always the last asleep. The woods are a dangerous place, the possibility of monsters circle at every moment. Under the veil of night, anything could happen. And it does.

He wipes his mouth, settling back into the harsh ground below him with a pleased hum. Your whimpers have settled back into a light snore. 

Kenny is a vile man, and you’re too concerned with the lifeless villain in the shadows that you forget about the one sitting on the other side of the fire.

Three months of waking up to aching limbs and misplaced panties can’t be a coincidence, can it?

                                      * * *

“Well ain’t this something.” Kenny pulls on the door, swinging it open with a loud creek. Your neck strains to look up at dark wood and steepled roof, the tall building hidden by dense forest, you two must be the first people to step inside in months. 

“A church.” You’d find comfort within these walls if you weren’t so positive that God had abandoned this world.

Statues of the Virgin Mary and Saint Joseph are empty behind their stone eyes, shadowed with an unsettling shade of red from the stained-glass windows. The moment is a time capsule, a vision of the congregation of saints bathed in blood.

A chill runs down your back, counting every vertebrae.

You push down the unsettling foreboding, focusing back on the instincts to survive instead of lingering on a religion that you can no longer make sense of.

“Hey kid, over here.” You pick up the pace, quickening footsteps away from holy symbolism and towards Kenny’s voice. You walk into the closest room off a dark hallway and find him leaning against the doorframe. The rooms are getting darker with the vanishing sun, but you make out shelves of cans and boxes, food, blankets, clothes.

“I bet they used this as a food pantry,” Your comment was probably an obvious assumption, but Kenny just hums in response, “there’s enough here to last up months.” 

Good samaritans in the first life are a saving grace is this one. Your cynicism lifts from heavy shoulders for just a moment. The lines between luck and divine intervention are fuzzy at best.

“I saw a well right outside too. Water’s probably cold as ice but it’s better than anything we’ve come across yet.” Kenny’s voice is even, but you swear he cracks a smile.

He was right, the water is cold enough to shatter your bones like ice. You shiver and chatter, teeth threatening to crack, but the feeling of being clean has you dumping bucket after bucket over your head. The grime and grit of your reality running down to seep into the grass below.

There’s no home to run to after the world ends, but water and food is more than you could imagine in recent months. Shuffling through boxes of donated clothes, you find a shirt big enough to sleep in. The fabric smells like moth-balls and dust, but the feeling of clean cotton against your skin is heavenly. 

You find Kenny in the clerical office, rummaging through the priests desk. The sun is replaced with a flight of candles, for the first time in forever, you don’t feel like death is standing right behind you.

“Would you look at that,” Kenny pulls a cigar from the desk, bringing it up to his nose for inspection, “Looks like father had his own little habit.”

Despite yourself, you laugh at his comment, rounding towards the large leather chair he’s settled into.

“Smoking kills you know.” You lean against the desk next to him. Your bare legs brush against his knee, the heat from your skin makes his mouth water.

“I think there’s more pressing concerns than tobacco, kid.”

There’s something different about tonight, even more than just the four walls and roof around you. There’s something about Kenny and the way his stare has followed you all night. You can feel a cord pulling taught, fraying in the middle before it snaps.

“Asshole.”

The plush of Kenny’s bottom lip is close enough to your cunt to be disastrous.  Friendly banter becomes laughing and swatting at his chest like a teenager. Communion wine and tension pulling you into him. The loneliness of this life becomes more apparent the closer he is to touching your skin. When did the man in front of you make your heart race so fast? 

Maybe you’ve always felt this way.

You feel it, the ghosts of last night, the night before. The ghosts of weeks or maybe even months. The familiarity of a touch you weren’t quite awake for. 

Ass arching off from where it sticks to the cherry wood, you want to feel it again. The laving of tongue and mouth against you. The devouring of your most intimate planes of skin, places no one else has ever touched before, places you were saving for your future husband.

The kiss as hot as hell.

“Awe, c’mon now,” His nose nudges against your clit, the movement pulling another cry from your throat to bounce against the high ceiling, “that’s not my name.”

“I’ve been tracing it into this precious cunt of yours every night,” each word is more unhinged than the last, no longer worried about the doe in his sights running away, “Do I need to spell it out for you again?”

There’s nowhere to run, pressed in between his canines.

Dreams of calloused fingers and a wandering mouth are now cementing as memories. The feeling of rough facial hair. The sounds of desperate moans and how they shake against you. 

The way his tongue curls like a signature. 

His mouth is flush against you again, sucking at your aching clit for only a moment before moving his attention to long lashes against your clenching hole.

“You must remember. You were moaning it so sweetly,” he nips at your puffy lips before drawing back. His chin is sheened in your arousal, slick refracting off the dimly lit space between you, flickering candles outline his features with a dance of orange shadows. Kenny’s eyes hold you captive, giving you one more chance to answer.

“What’s my name, kid?”

His tongue breaches you, a set of large, familiar hands keep your legs spread wide atop the desk. 

You remember— of course you do. You remember everything. The name stuck in your head like a broken record. The name you call for in a sleepy haze as your body is dragged into orgasm.

The name that’s spelled against you like a promise.

“K-Kenny please.”

That’s all that he needs, the only thing, if he’s being honest, that he’s ever needed.

“There’s my sweet little girl. Finally using your manners.” Two fingers come up to swipe against your pussy, stopping right before your clit and collecting slick to bring up to your eye line for inspection. You jump when the warm digits drag against your bottom lip, a silent prompt for your mouth to fall open.

Kenny sticks his fingers in, the intent to make you gag is clear but you take it. You’ll take anything he gives you. Your tongue swirls around the intrusion, running against each joint and suckling loudly. The sound is wet and lewd, the spit collecting at the corners of your mouth makes his head spin.

Your destruction, he decides, will be beautiful. 

Kenny’s fingers release with a wet pop. He runs callouses down from your cheek, over the curve of your tits and down your abdomen. Two fingers stop at your pubic bone to trace lightly against the skin in random patterns. 

“Your body is just as agreeable when you’re awake.” His words drip in sin, reminding you exactly how familiar he is with you. All of you.

Both thumbs come down to spread your lips, Kenny can’t help but take a moment-- just a beat-- to stare at your swollen, glossy clit and the quiver of your little hole. Your skin is soft, completely untouched by anyone else. He laid claim to almost every inch before you begged him to.

He sinks from the leather chair, kneeling in front of you. You’re the body and blood as far as a sinner like Kenny is concerned.

There’s a plea stuck in your throat. You want to beg him to slow down, it’s too much all at once, but you know if you cried out-- all you would do is beg him for more.

His tongue is long and flat against you, every swipe is punctuated with a growl. The rumbling from his chest is thrown against your clit like a current through cold water. Sharp, shocking, terrifying.

“Kenny, I- I want,” He sucks your throbbing clit into his mouth, rubbing the tip of his tongue against the hood. There’s no words in any language that make sense to you. There’s nothing but his name. 

“Kenny ah, I need, I don’t know how t—”

Your dangling over a fire, trying desperately to jerk away from the lick of the flames. 

“I know, kid, I know exactly what you need.” his breath is heavy and warm in fans across your skin. You're dripping down the sides of his face and onto the cleric’s desk. Kenny is covered in you, open mouthed kisses against the sweetest thing he’s ever had in his mouth. The tangy taste of your pussy mixing with the wine still on his tongue. 

If he spent forever between your thighs, it wouldn’t be nearly long enough.

“Such a sweet little thing, you’re insatiable.” All you can do is nod dumbly, eyes glazing over with a distinct look of teary submission. It’s so new to you, but grinding upwards and catching your clit against his chin seems like second nature.

The primal need for release is much stronger than any prayer of abstinence. 

“What would your little prayer circle think if they knew you spread your legs for a dirty old fucker like me?” Kenny coos against the apex of your thighs. His words knock on the hollow space behind your breastbone.

Your family and friends, the priest from St. Mary’s who baptized you, old man Jaeger from next door— all buried or burned to ash or so much worse.

Anyone you’ve ever loved is dead, maybe that’s why Kenny is still around.

There’s nothing that can hold you back anymore, the control you claw at slips from your fingers like watery silk. There’s no escaping the roughness of his stubble and an evil, serpent tongue.

“Kenny!”

You cum with a shattering cry, the sound ringing so loud in your ears you swear any enemy of the living in a 10 mile radius could hear you. In reality, what escapes is little more than a broken snivel. 

It hurts, muscles aching from the exertion of trying to keep from falling apart. Your body is a hairpin trigger, the comedown feels more like withdrawal.

“There’s my girl, my good little girl.” His voice is uncharacteristically soft, doting while you fall back to earth. It’s a strange feeling, you’ve never found comfort in Kenny before, he isn’t the shoulder you go to lean on. 

But tonight he’s the chin you buck into.

The aftershocks run across your naked skin, already missing the feeling of his touch as he settles back into the cracked leather chair. 

His cock presses into the denim confines uncomfortably, the ache can wait though. Whether this is his last night alive or has all the time in the world-- he’s going to savor the glistening prize nestled between your thighs. Kenny’s fingers find the cigar where it lies next to your knee, bringing it up to examine while you squirm at the cold night air against your wet cunt.

“No one will ever make you feel as good as I do,” both legs kick out, falling to dangle on either side of his knees in surprise as the cigar comes down to trace your outer lips. He presses the tuck inwards, pulling out slightly so you cry out. The harsh texture of the wrapper mixes with the most minimal of stimulation, causing tears to clump in your waterline. 

“Why don’t you think of a way to repay me, hmm?”

You push past the heaviness in your muscles, sitting up to meet his incredulous stare. Kenny sticks the cigar between his teeth, striking a match from the desk drawer to light the cap. The cigar is stale, cheap tobacco. But every drag now tastes like you.

“I- I could try to--” Words are left unspoken on your tongue, even now, the intonation is poison in your throat. 

You expect Kenny to laugh at your bashfulness, instead, two fingers come up to curl around the Rosary around your neck. He drags you forward, exhaling smoke into your parted, quivering lips. You try your best not to choke. 

He pulls the cigar away, ashing it carelessly on the floor.

“Use your words, kid, tell me what you want.” His words are sleazy but his voice is soft around the edges. Prompting you to shuffle onto his lap. His free hand rests in the small of your back to keep you steady.

“I want--” Fuck, your voice feels like it’ll fail, you take a moment to breathe, “I want you to fuck me, Kenny.” 

Your plea is rushed, so quick to hit his ears he almost misses it. There’s no hiding anymore, there’s nowhere else in this world but the private quarters of a long-dead clergy member. The space between you and Kenny is foggy and tense, only inches between lips.

There’s no more penance in this world, no more time to sit and atone for his sins with prayer. The soft, syrupy feeling of your cunt wrapping around his cock is a slice of heaven, cut out and stolen right from the sky. 

“I thought you’d never ask, doll face.” 

✞ all writing is dymphnasprose’s original content, please do not repost or modify. do no read my content as asmr.©️

#aot x reader #aot x reader smut #aot smut #kenny ackerman x reader #kenny ackerman smut #the smut pile: apocalypse #tw: somnophilia #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #tw: blood #tw: sacrilegious #sin.somnophilia #sin.noncon #sin.dubcon #sin.blood #sin.sacrilege

[watchmegetobsessed]

okay!! so maybe even a short imagine about Harry and y/n getting in a full brown fight because his cockiness (this man is so cocky I can’t) anyway- it’s driving her insane! You can have it go any way you want! Just an idea hehe ;) xx P.s. I ❤️ ur writing

a/n: i’ve been trying to come up with an idea for this one and then i thought about this little something and typed it out, hope you’ll like it!

word count: 1135

masterlist

You love Harry. You really do. But sometimes… you need to remind yourself about that. A lot. Like when he just doesn’t know when to stop, when you’ve had enough and he is just pushing it further and further until you wish he would just…you are not saying that out.

Tonight is one of those times. You’ve had a long day, your boss has been up in your ass way too far and you had to deal with some incompetent colleagues and you just ran out of patience by the time you got home. For your luck, Harry, your boyfriend of three years chose today to bring some extra cockiness into his attitude.

As the two of you head out to meet a few friends, you try your best to keep your cool as he has a whitty comeback to everything you say. Nothing slips by him without a comment or a snarky remark and it just keeps you boiling more and more. You know he doesn’t mean in a wrong way, it’s just how he is sometimes, when he is so high on energy, when he’s had a particularly good day so he is feeling confident in his skin. It’s all just jokes, but you can’t really laugh at them when you’ve been through such a rough day and you just want to be… left alone.

Sitting at the bar you’re sipping on your drink, hoping the alcohol is gonna loosen you up a bit. Harry is in his element, joking around, dropping his usual sarcastic comments, being his cocky self that you’d adore any other day, but not tonight.

“Y/N, are you sure everything’s alright?” Sarah questions when she notices that you’ve been staying quiet for a while, but it’s all because you’re biting your tongue so you don’t start a fight with Harry.

“I’m fine,” you force a smile to your face, taking another sip from your vodka cranberry, that’s got way more vodka than cranberry juice.

“Have another drink, babe. Don’t be shy,” Harry comments, giving your thigh a squeeze, but you pull away, brushing his hand off of yourself. It seems to give him a warning sign, he eyes you curiously, trying to find out what’s wrong, but you keep your stare at the table in front of you, ignoring him.

“Hey, what’s wrong, baby?” he asks lowering his voice so only you can hear him talk.

“I said I’m fine.”

“You definitely don’t seem fine,” he chuckles lightly, but it’s the last straw for you.

“And what are you gonna do about that, have another cocky comment about me? You seem to have many of those today,” you growl under your breath, finishing your drink. “Excuse me,” you mumble before sliding out of your seat and heading out to the back terrace to have some fresh air before you jump at Harry’s throat.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t let you have a moment to you, he follows right behind, standing tall in front of you as you lean against the brick wall.

“Baby, what’s wrong? What did I do?” he asks, seemingly genuinely worried about your odd behavior.

“I’m just… fucking done with you right now, okay?” “Would you tell me why?”

“Stop nagging me, Harry!” you snap at him, desperately needing to get away from him before you blow up.

“I will if you fucking talk to me!”

“You are driving me fucking crazy, today!” you growl rolling your eyes. “You are commenting on everything I do, making jokes of everything I say, being this cocky fucker and I just can’t tolerate this right now!”

You are raging. And you’re not too proud of the way you just snapped at him, but you just can’t help it. He came onto you and brought it to himself.

“Why the fuck wouldn’t you just tell me to stop then? Am I supposed to read your mind?!”

“No! But you are supposed to… read the signs!”

“What signs?!” he asks with a dry laugh. “You haven’t really talked to me much since you’ve gotten home, how am I supposed to know what’s wrong?!”

“That’s the sign, Harry! No talking is a sign!” you almost scream at him. “Jesus, you make me so fucking mad!” you groan, feeling the tears forming in your eyes. You’re tired, had enough and you can’t control your emotions any longer. You hate it, but crying comes to you way too easy in situations like this. You make an attempt to walk past him, but he grabs your wrist and pulls you back while you’re already trying to swallow your tears, with not much success.

“Hey, hey, hey. Come on, don’t just walk away,” he starts in a way more soothing tone. His hands slide down to your hands, bringing them up to your mouth as he kisses your knuckles. “I’m sorry, okay? Just please talk to me.”

“I just…” you breathe out shakily. “I had a bad day and your snarky comments and cocky remarks didn’t help, alright?”

“Why didn’t you just tell me to stop? I would never do anything to upset you on purpose.”

“I… don’t know. Thought you’d read the room and just stop,” you shrug, though you know you’re at blame here as well. Should have told him straightforward that you are not up for his funny little games.

“Baby, you know how much I suck at reading those so called signs,” he breathes out, gently cupping your face in the palm of his hand. “I’m a man, we are dumb. Just tell me to fuck off next time and I’ll know my place.”

You chuckle lightly as he pulls you into a hug, kissing the top of your head as he rocks the two of you from side to side, running his hands up and down on your back in a soothing manner.

“I’m sorry. I’ll keep my mouth shut now. Do you want to go back or want to go home?”

“I don’t want to be the party pooper. Let’s stay,” you mumble into his chest.

“Let’s have another drink and then we head home, how does that sound?”

“Good,” you nod pulling back from him. Leaning down he kisses you softly, his fingers dance down your neck, tickling a bit that makes you giggle.

“There’s that smile I love so much,” he smirks, pecking your smiling lips shortly. “You still hate me for being a cocky asshole?” he asks teasingly.

“I never hated you.”

“Yeah? So you still love me?” Nuzzling his nose against yours, his lips are brushing against yours as he speaks.

“Mhm,” you nod, snaking your arms around his neck.

“Can you say it for me? I want to hear it.”

“I love you,” you mumble into his lips, kissing him with a relieved sigh.

“Love you too.”

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[imaslutforremusandsirius]

hey baby!! 🥺🥺 I was wondering if you could do something where the reader was flirting with somebody and sirius gets mad and “shows the reader who they belong to” or sum idk! Have a good rest of your day anyways !!

Mine

My level of love-starved: Melting when ppl call me baby

Fresh out of my accounting exam so if there are any mistakes pls forgive me

Thank you for the request babe🥰

Warning: 18+

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Keeping a relationship secret is difficult. The two of you hadn’t been ready to make it public, wanting a little peace for yourselves before the entire school would know. But secret didn‘t only mean a hundred fleeting moments with silent giggles and stolen kisses, it also meant yearning and jealousy.

„Are you free this afternoon?“

„Why, what are we doing?“

Sirius whipped his head around when he heard your flirty response, scowling at the boy who was clearly standing to close for his comfort.

„I would like to take you out actually..“ The boy said, leaning against the bookshelf to display an air of nonchalance.

„Hm“ you teased, looking him up and down „I don‘t see why n-“

Sirius called you name rather loudly and you threw him a coy glance over your shoulder, smirking when you saw his pissed off expression.

„Get over here.“

Your smirk widened and you shook your head.

„I‘m busy talking to Jonny.“

He scoffed when he heard you call Jonathan ‚Jonny‘ and slammed his book shut, making his way over to you.

„Sorry mate, she‘s busy with me tonight.“

Jonny squared his shoulders, standing tall as he took your other wrist. Sirius raised his brows in disbelief, jaw clenching when he saw anothers hands on you. On his girl.

„Why not let the lady decide?“

Sirius stepped closer, only seconds away from using Jonathan as a boxing sack.

„She is with me. Get your hands off my girl before I bash your head in. Blacks have a habit of using curses, you know. Wouldn‘t want you to lose your hand.“

If it was possible, you fell even more in love with your boyfriend. The way he was towering over you both, jaw clenched and grey eyes as cold as ice made you shiver with desire. He was oozing pure danger and dominance, the atmosphere around you three quickly turning dark.

Apparently Jonny wasn’t completely daft and finally let go, stepping away. You didn‘t even watch him leave, too focused on Sirius‘ face. You could just imagine his tense shoulders, his back muscles tightening and you felt yourself grow hotter by the second.

Sirius closed his eyes for a second before he looked down at you, eyes flashing in irritation when he saw your dazed expression.

„You like winding me up? Letting a loser like him just touch you like that?“

You didn‘t know what to say, eyes staring at his lips as you tried to make sense of his words. His voice was husky and it made you think of the night before, when he had tied you up and eaten you out for nearly two hours.

„We were just talking“ you argued weakly, internally congratulating yourself that you got him all worked up. Angry sex with Sirius is unmatched.

„Just talking?“ He echoed, a fake smile spreading across his lips. „Alright, I‘ll just fuck you then.“

Pulling you with him he hid you behind a tall bookshelf, nothing gentle about the way he pushed your skirt up, ripping your panties off.

„I can‘t fucking believe it, you really enjoyed this.“ he sneered, forcing three fingers inside. You protested, clenching your legs but he just parted them with his knees, pressing his hips to yours.

„Don‘t you dare act all innocent now, you‘re soaked. See?“

Bringing his fingers back up he showed you the glistening wetness, smiling at you mockingly.

„Aw baby, don‘t blush. You make me wanna fuck you even more.“ Although his words were just cruel, he kept his voice soft, making you swoon.

„Please“ you whispered „Please, need you..“

Sirius opened his zipper enough the pull out his cock, wasting no time in rubbing it across your pussy lips. The tip felt hot as he fucked your clit with it, coating you in his precum and he pushed in with a hard thrust.

His hands came up to rest on the shelves next to your head, anchoring himself and he pressed you into the books behind you, hips setting a punishing pace. You gasped loudly when you felt him hit your spot and Sirius made no move in keeping you quiet, his eyes twinkling possessively when he watched you struggle to keep in your moans. It made him go faster, seeing how he was the one who made you feel this way, who reduced you to a pathetic babbling mess. A desperate slut who let him fucker her in a library.

He pushed his forehead on yours and you both watched how he fucked into you, his cock covered with your slick. Glancing up through his lashes he hissed against your lips.

„See how I fuck you? Huh? You better get it through your stupid head that this. Cunt. Is. Mine.“

He pushed in so deep with every word that a loud shriek escaped you and he kissed you hard. It was wet and filthy, sucking on your tongue and biting at your lips. He didn‘t care if anyone would see.

You ripped his shirt open, a few buttons falling off and clawed at his back. He groaned and burried his face in your neck to keep himself quiet.

You pulled his head back by his hair, keep eye contact as you tightend your cunt around him, watching how his mouth fell open and his brows drew together. So fucking beautiful.

„You make me lose control.“ He whispered breathlessly and gasped when you bit at his exposed throat. Falling against you he came, filling you up as he fucked you until you reached your orgasm seconds later. You were panting into each others mouths, not getting enough of one another.

„I don‘t think Jo-“

Sirius bit your lip hard, drawing blood.

„Don‘t“ he growled „don‘t say his name.“

„Yes, Sirius.“

He fucked you for the entire night that day, until you couldn‘t remember the J of Jonny.

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