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Year after year (after tear after tear)
note 1: I wrote this last semester after watching deathly hallows for the one hundredth time… I got mad that Ron/Hermione were a thing instead of Harry/Hermione ANYWAY that’s not the point of the fic but U know that feel when Ron/Lavender were together and Hermione was crying the whole time??? Yeah that’s the point of this fic. Also based off a drabble I didn’t reupload; this is the revamped version ig
note 2: “Ella will u ever write anything other than college au” Nope die mad about it
PAIRING. jeongguk/being in love, reader/crying, taehyung/being a good friend:( GENRE. sad romance. it’s college angst RATED. T WORD COUNT. 3.4k WARNINGS. I don’t mean it. SUMMARY. Taehyung just wants you to have a good birthday.
let me go, let me stay, let me live in oblivion…
cehryl, sway
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He doesn’t even need to say she’s there. It’s the same succession of movement every time: his spine will go rigid, then his eyes will light up. Maybe he’ll twiddle his thumbs under the table too. He fidgets like he is.
“I really like her,” Jeongguk sighs.
“That’s good,” you answer.
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ON TOP OF THE WORLD — various characters !
synopsis: topping the tokrev boys! (i guess?)
warning: [baji]: daddy kink, size kink (?) [kazutora]: dom!reader, creampie, whiny brat!tora. [sanzu] mean dom!haru, possessiveness & jealousy. [rindou] jealous!reader, implied breeding. [mitsuya] cockwarming, exhibitionism, kinda mean!mitsuya, degradation, implied tummy bulge
kit’s note: i was in a silly goofy mood when i wrote this… oh yes & happy new years !
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baji keisuke
you were needy. needier than normal. the thought of baji’s fat dick inside your wet cunt plagued your mind like a disease and you need to live out the fantasy. baji, on the other hand, was not having a good day. he was stressed, to say the least, and while he always wants to make you feel good, the thought wasn’t sitting in his head. that was till you started whining out his name and begging for him to please you… maybe you could help relieve some of that stress.
“daddy!” you squeal, cunt grasping around his cock as you slide down, pressing your palms flat against his strong chest. “s-so big… oh, god!”
he groans, watching how his perfect lil pussy is swallowing his cock whole. “gonna make daddy feel good, baby?” he questions, though it’s rhetoric. he knows you will, there hasn’t been a single day where you haven’t made him feel like he’s on cloud nine.
you nod, letting a high pitched moan once bottoming out. you toss your head back and claw at his pecs. baji’s hands smooth over the sides of your waist, squeezing ever so gently. he hums, thrusting into you and relishing in the way you cry as he stirs up your insides.
“get to movin,’ pretty, i don’t got all day,” he says, softly, tracing feathery circles into the skin. “gotta get back to work in a lil.” he smiles at the frown growing on your face.
you sniffle, words slightly slurred as you grind and grind into him while purposefully tightening around him every once in awhile, “feel’s good?” it’s meek, craving his validation and praise.
he hums, eyes fluttering closed as his lips part to speak, “mhm… feels fuckin’ perfect, baby… exactly what i needed.”
hanemiya kazutora
kazutora can and very much will fuck you if that’s really what you want, but he likes it when you lead. he likes when he has no control and he’s crying overstimulated tears and you’re basking it all in. today, he was being particularly bratty for attention which was a near fatal mistake on his part.
“‘tora, you know i hate it when i have to be mean,” you give him a faux pout, riding his cock and refusing to let him cum for the nth time. you’ve already came twice now, both times nearly making him bust a load inside— he didn’t, though! he wants to be good for you. plus he knows cumming with your permission makes it so much better than without.
he hiccups and sobs, blubbering out, “wan’na cum! please, wanna feel good,” and it’s pathetic. he’s aware, yet he never cares. you don’t either. the disheveled state he’s in, drool slipping past his swollen pink lips and the salty tears the trail down his already-tear-stained face, is to die for.
“you’re a good boy, kazutora,” you pant, whimpering when you feel his cock twitch at your breathy words. “n you know i don’t like it when you’re a brat.”
he apologizes profusely with his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “‘m sorry! sorry, sorry s-sorry! w-won’t do it again,” he begs, gasping for air and twisting at the bed sheets. it makes you smile to see him all fucked dumb for you.
“good… you can cum for me now, pretty boy.” you whisper, watching his abdomen tighten and his body shake all the while your cunt is filling quickly with his warm cum. a loud moan emits from his lips and he swears… there’s nothing better than the feeling of you milking his cock for what he’s worth.
sanzu haruchiyo
haruchiyo never makes you move a muscle when you’re in bed, he thinks you’re too good and precious to do any of the work. and sanzu’s not the jealous type, (or so he claims) but whenever you’re at one of his meetings and thinks whatever rindou’s saying is so fucking funny, that’s when his blood starts to boil. now you’re just a slut who needs someone to teach them a lesson.
“i said, move, or did ya not understand that?” frustrated tears brim in your eyes— you don’t like having to do any of the work. you’re unsatisfied, barley humping his cock, huffing and puffing about how you can’t do it and how you need help. “maybe if i got rindou in here you’d happily bounce on his cock, hmm?” he says, passively and as immature as it is, it did hurt him to lack your attention.
you gasp, shaking your head vigorously, “no! no, don’t wan’ him,” you looked distressed with your eyes wide and mouth left ajar. “only wan’ you, haru.” you sniffle, voice wavering.
“yeah? prove it to me by ridin’ my fuckin’ cock like i told ya to,” he spits, your warm pussy wrapped so snug around his length making his own head spin.
you cry, lifting your body up and slamming back down to the base of his cock. panting and whining as you feel the head bruising your cervix with every stroke.
“yeah, that’s it, angel,” he grunts, hands immediately moving to your hips, guiding you up and down. “l-look at you just swallowin’ me whole, bet you were just a lil cockhungry, huh?” he can’t lie, as much as he loves taking care of you and fucking you nice and deep every night, watching you struggle is just so much better.
haitani rindou
it made you feel sick to your stomach. the way people looked at your boyfriend as if you weren’t attached to him by the hip. you know rindou pays no mind to anyone who isn’t you and you know that he would take anyone out in a millisecond if it made you feel better. but that doesn’t stop the green monster from rearing it’s ugly head. sometimes, it’s too much to handle, so you take it out on him.
he’s scared to object as you aggressively line his length up with your dripping cunt, “baby, the fuck has gotten into you?” he breaths right before you drop down, letting him stretch you out. “s-so t-tight, fuck!”
a wanton moan erupts from your body as the stretch of his fat cock burns, but it spurs you on even more. you give yourself a few minutes to adjust to his sheer size before bouncing like a feral puppy. you take his large hands, whining out his name, and place them on your tits, “‘m yours,” you whimper out.
he squeezes his hands, moving them to roll your perky nipples in between his fingers, “‘course you’re mine, shit,” he curses, thrusting into you, addicted to the way you feel. “my pretty fuckin’ baby,”
you pout, enraged, remembering the bitch who was talking him up. how he didn’t kill them on sight. “n you’re mine,” you hold his wrists with a tight grip, “s-say you’re m-mine n your cock belongs to me.” your words are hanging desperate, but he complies.
“god damn,” he huffs, sitting up and grasping your waist making you ride him faster as he looks up at you. “‘m all yours— you feel me inside you, hmm? that’s your fuckin’ cock.” he presses a feverish kiss to your lips, moaning into your mouth, swallowing your pitiful whines. he parts rather quick, to your dismay, leaving the two of your lips connected with a string of spit.
“gonna make sure i fill you up so you know i’m all yours.”
mitsuya takashi
heat of the moment. it’s for the both of you, really. more for mitsuya, but even then, you were meant to sit in his lap, cock stuffed in you, sitting snugly just until the movie was over and hakkai had left. he was so hard— with you shifting in his lap trying to get comfortable at the beginning of the movie. as for you, you couldn’t help but grow aroused by the feeling of him digging into your ass, grinding slowly, but surely to rile him up. mitsuya is patient, but even he couldn’t handle the torment, opting on draping a large blanket over your bodies and slipping your shorts off so you could warm his cock.
he slowly lifts you up by the hips and sinks you down to the base of his dick. “shhhh,” he shushes into your ear as you whimper. “don’t wanna get caught, right, baby?” his breath tickles your ear, adding to the experience of feeling so full.
the movie was white noise, all you could hear was the sound of your own heart pounding in your chest and the irregular breathing from mitsuya behind you. he brings his arms to wrap them around your waist, flushing his chest to your back. his hand rests gently splayed on your stomach, pushing and pushing.
“d-don’t… takashi,” you whisper back, his cock somehow digging deeper into your tummy. “please, please, h-he’s right there!” you look over to hakkai who lays soundly on the other couch with his head on the arm rest and his eyes closed.
you just know that theres a big smirk etched onto his face and you prepare for your plight. his hand quickly abandon the spot on your tummy, gripping your hips and lifting you up slightly just to slam you back down to the base of his dick. you squeal and mitsuya groans in your ear.
“you know better, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. “gonna fuck you just like this and you don’t make a sound unless you want hakkai to know what a slut you are for my cock.”
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His Bedroom (M)
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut, ???
Word Count: 4.5k
Warnings: toxic relationship (you’ll see), hair pulling, possessive dirty talk, face sitting, plot twist?, mentions of stalking and kidnapping
(A/N): This is just an idea I thought up while on a run one day. I have no idea why it took me so long to write whatever tf this is and I apologize.
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MESS
pairing jongseong x female reader genre fluff established relationship wc ( 0.4k ) warnings reader is insecure, food ◞◟ more ?
JAY HAD ALWAYS been the cook in the house between you two and today was the day that it would change.
you got your hello kitty apron and neatly made your long brown hair into a ponytail ready to cook for jay. you were beyond excited.
taking all of the equipment out, you already made a mess when a couple of them fell on the floor resulting in a bang. you scoffed at yourself annoyed that you could not even take some pots and pans out.
your dish for jay was simple pancakes and whipped cream which jay usually made for you, you wanted to surprise him.
everything was onto a great start, you put all the ingredients together, added the right amount of each and even managed not to spill anything.
or so you thought.
luck was not on your side whenever you tried cooking and today seemed no different.
taking out the electronic mixer, you dunked it into your bowl full of ingredients which resulted in a big mess everywhere.
the batter you had carefully made was now all over your kitchen and over you.
goddamn it.
when tidying up you heard footsteps from the stairs and soft yawns.
it was jay.
he had his matching pyjama set, messy morning hair and was rubbing his eyes out of tiredness.
opening his eyes he took a quick scan across the kitchen and just stood infront of you, in shock.
"love, what happened?" he asks confused and worried.
"i wanted to make you some food but i messed up, really badly" you reply quite embarrassed.
"you dont need to do this yn, i dont mind cooking for you, i actually like it better when i cook and when you enjoy my food."
that instantly lifted your mood up and brought a smile to you.
both of you cleaned up the mess and jay was busy cooking for you while you back hugged him melting into his soft scent and warm embrace.
"thank you for doing this jay, im sorry i made you clean up my mess"
he turns arounds from the pan and cups your face in his hands and says, "dont be sorry, i love you so much that cleaning up doesnt matter to me right now" while kissing the top of your forehead.
"your so sweet im going to cry"
"dont cry love, you have jay"
but he was right. you did have him.
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Don´t move, little dove
Summary: Seonghwa has some fun with his pet during a livestream and is soon after joined by Hongjoong.
Genre: SMUT
Pairing: dom!matz x fem!sub!reader
Word Count: 1285
Warnings: mean!dom!Hongjoong, dom!seonghwa, cockwarming, rough play, oral
networks: @newworldnet
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“I told you not to move, little dove.” Seonghwa sighs, shaking his head ever so slightly when you move your head back. You had to, the breathing got a little too difficult around his throbbing length down your throat. His gentle hand resting on your head, slender fingers brushing through your hair, but his gaze stays on the camera that's pointed at him. You can't do much more than nod your head obediently, eyes trained on his face, waiting for a change in his expression, but he's just focused on the livestream he just muted.
“If you can't stay still and be good, I´ll have you punished. And you know how eager Joong is when it comes to that, right?” His hand wandered to your cheek, then down to your lips, wiping the little trail of saliva running from the corner of your mouth. You´ve been punished by the captain a few times already, and you knew all too well that you did not want it to happen again too soon. The slight bruises on your thighs have not fully healed yet after the last time two days before.
And yet, you needed to move. the pleasure building in your core applied by the vibrator that he had positioned against your folds. You could feel the slick running down your thighs, but you just didn't dare to move at all. Yet, all your strength and determination was lost, when he turned his attention back to the livestream. His fingers again brushing through your hair, Seonghwa felt the need to remind you of your place, pushing your head down his whole length once again, but this time it drew a gurgled moan from you, an orgasm rippling through your body. The simple “Tsk” that escaped him when he said goodbye to his fans and explained that you didn't feel the best and he had to take care of you already let you know that you were in trouble.
The moment he turned off the stream, his eyes went down to your face, pulling you off his cock with a harsh yank of your hair. This let you breathe, but you also couldn't hold back the almost animalistic moan that came right from your core. “You shouldn't have done this, little dove~” He chuckled, his voice dangerously low and the smirk that grew on his face tells you that your thighs probably won't stay the only of your body parts with bruises after the night. Seonghwa´s expression doesn´t change as he calmly reaches for his phone, dials Hongjoong´s number and then puts it on speaker for you.
“Seonghwa, if you-” “Hello to you too, Joong. I just thought our little dove would like to tell you some good news herself.” you could hear a chuckle from the other end of the call, causing you to give Seonghwa a fearful, yet aroused look. “Hnn~ H-hello Joo-” A displeased sigh of Seonghwa stops you mid sentence, shaking his head slowly. “I- I mean…hello, sir.” These words alone cause Hongjoong to chuckle once again, knowing too well what will come next and Seonghwa doesn´t need to say anything. “I'll be over in a moment.”
The click of the phone brings a shiver down your spine. You don't move though, your hands still resting on Seonghwa´s thighs, your knees now feeling sore. One gaze up at his face, you know too well what will await you, the dangerous glint in Seonghwa´s eye when he looks at the door which opens and reveals Hongjoong who steps inside, locking the door behind himself before approaching you.
“Well, look at this mess between your legs, Seonghwa. She still hasn't learned, huh?” The captain snarls, reaching for your head to brush his fingers through your hair, gently and lovingly, before he just pushes your head down, your face pressed against the older one´s hard length. In the corner of your eye, you could see movement, Hongjoong crouching down next to the chair, a sadistic grin on his face.
“Now, use your fucking words to tell me what you did to upset him. And you better not cum as long as I am in this room.” He hissed, letting go of your head and then moving to stand behind Seonghwa, his hands on the older one´s shoulders to massage him, even lowering his head to press a loving kiss to Seonghwa´s lips. The difference in your dynamic always has been like this, at least, it always is like this in these kind of scenarios. and you knew damn well how serious Hongjoong takes your punishments.
“I- I am sorry, sir. Hnn~ I m- moved and made…made noises while S- Seonghwa was doing a livestream. B-but i didn´t mean to-” You whimper against seonghwa´s crotch, not daring to lift your head to look at him. “You´re stuttering, birdie.” Hongjoong´s voice is calm, yet you could hear the smirk in it. “I'll tell you what you´ll do now. You´ll make it up to Seonghwa, use your mouth and don't dare to make a sound.” You just nodded, quickly opened your mouth again to wrap your lips around Seonghwa´s length, his slender fingers running through your hair once again to push you down. You felt his tip push against the back of your throat, tears appearing in your eyes. But, you did not make any sound.
Hongjoong and Seonghwa just talk while you keep using your lips and tongue to please the older one. They talk about the music, about their day and about you. The three of you were a weird couple, Seonghwa and Hongjoong were in a relationship, but when they met you, they just knew that they wanted you. Not only for the sex, but they wanted you in their lives, and you did want it too, because you love each other. On days like this though, you were nothing more than a pet to them. A pet to play with, to get some relief after a stressful day or week. The others knew about it, but they didn't complain as long as the three of you would keep it quiet.
You could feel Seonghwa´s length twitch and throb against your tongue, the vibrator against your clit suddenly turned higher, which sends another orgasm through your body, but you force yourself to stay quiet. Praising words from Hongjoong reach your ears, your eyes fluttering shut when you feel Seonghwa release into your throat, white coating your tongue as he pulls your head back by your hair. “Hmm~ you always feel so good, little dove.” Seonghwa moans out, his breath going faster as his head drops back against Hongjoong’s arm.
“You did well, birdie.” Hongjoong hums, his voice now soft as he reaches down to caress your cheek gently. This contrast to his harsher self only moments before causes you to whimper, swallowing hard before you show him your empty mouth. When suddenly the vibrator is turned to max, you can't suppress a squealed moan, sending a heavy orgasm through your system which lets you drop into Seonghwa ́s lap, your breath going fast and your whole body twitching and shaky. A pleased smile on their faces, Hongjoong and Seonghwa caress your head before the younger one crouches down, takes away the toy and then picks you up in his arms to carry you to the bathroom, where a hot bath awaits you.
Seonghwa followed the both of you, settling into the tub before Hongjoong then let you down into the hot water, resting in Seonghwa´s arms, your head against his shoulder. “We love you so much, little dove.” Seonghwa hums, brushing some hair out of your face to see your face, a smile on your lips.
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Always and Forever
jason todd x f!reader
summary: jason tries to end things after a bad patrol. you won’t give him up without a fight.
tags: f!reader, smut, kissing, biting, piv sex, unprotected sex, fingering (mention) cock warming, orgasm denial (kind of), belly bulge, size kink (if you squint), overstimulation, creampie (if you think this is misproperly tagged please let me know) minors and ageless blogs do not interact
rated e (mdni) | wc: 5.5k
a/n: this is my first time writing smut (or a fic of this length) so please be gentle! if you find jason a little ooc, i’m still working on getting his ‘voice’ right, so just consider him one of the many versions we’ve all come to love. this started as a single smut scene and grew feelings and a bit of plot from there. this was definitely a labour of love so i hope you all enjoy it!
“We’re done. Us. All of it. You’re free to leave.”
The modulated voice of the Red Hood startles you. It’s nearly six in the morning, and you’ve been up since three when Jason didn’t return from patrol like he promised. He’s still in his Hood gear, hasn’t bothered to take off the helmet or even the boots crusted in who knows what. The leather jacket has taken a beating, and in the dim light of your apartment living room it glistens damply like he was caught in the earlier rain. He won’t even look in your direction, hands fisted at his sides, the darkened leather of his gloves taut across his knuckles. Jason didn’t come home like he promised and now he can’t even bear to look at you as he tears your heart in two. It’s understandable then, that when your voice returns to you and you can breathe around the lump in your throat, that your voice shatters the silence.
“Look at me. Look. At. Me.”
Only the way that his body locks up, somehow tenser than before, deflates you. A whole night’s worry and frustration drained away.
“Jay? Please take off the helmet and look at me.”
His black curls are matted to his forehead with sweat. His one white streak is dark with it,. Somewhere along the way he must have ditched the domino mask, because the sight of his bare face twists something tight in your chest. His beautiful eyes are red rimmed, tear tracks still staining his cheeks. His lips look bitten raw. He looks at you the way a dying man looks at salvation. Realization dawns slowly for you.
“You didn’t get caught in the rain, did you?”
A sharp nod, jaw clenching, but he doesn’t look away. Now you’ve noticed, you can’t stop. There’s a faint blood spray on the front of the helmet, barely visible from where Jason’s placed it on the counter. The leather jacket is soaked through with blood, darker splotches on his tac pants from where it’s followed gravity. The grime on his boots now looks rusty, though that might just be your imagination. Jason’s come home hours late covered in blood and is telling you to leave. This time, your voice is startlingly gentle.
“Jay we talked about this. You promised no life altering conversations when you’re covered in blood, remember?”
At the time, had been a joke. A promise made after a close call, when Jason was still loopy from sedation and painkillers and insisting he was going to duel Doc Leslie for your honour. Finally lucid, he had sheepishly promised no more dramatic ultimatums when he's covered in blood.
“But you need to—“
“No. You promised. What’s going to happen is you’re going to leave all your gear at the front door and we’ll deal with it tomorrow. You’re going to tell me if you’re injured and let me fix you up if you are. Then you’re going to shower. Then, and only then are we going to have this discussion.”
“I don’t—”
“Please.”
He caves at the way your whole body sags under the weight of one word. Carefully toes off his boots and socks, peels the stiff tac pants off, and lays his top and jacket on top of the whole pile. Reveals a smattering of bruises down his arms and along his rib cage. To get to the ensuite he has to walk past you and through your shared bedroom. The heat of him passing by has you turning after him, a star caught in his orbit, words curling to ash on your tongue. It’s only when he’s firmly out of sight that you allow yourself to collapse into the couch. Head lolling back, gaze fixed on the ceiling. Blankly you watch the headlights of passing cars loom and fade across the ceiling.
You do your best not to cry but wet trails burn down your face. You dash them away, but it does nothing to make you feel better. You don’t know if you’ll survive the coming conversation, a litany of “he doesn’t love me anymore, or at least not enough to keep me” is running through your head. Something is wrong, you think. Usually after a rough night, Jason can’t get enough of you. He comes home to your shared apartment and holds you, needs to feel the touch of your skin and the heat of your breath to truly know you’re alive. He's never the most talkative on the worst nights, but he always reaches out. Mumbles into your throat just to hear your replies, get you to distract him with chatter about your own day. He’ll act like he’s touch starved, press his split knuckles to the back of your hand, pull you into him until his nose is buried in the crook of your neck, pet and touch whatever bare skin is in reach. You're used to shaking off the vestiges of sleep to Jason between your thighs, fingers and tongue skillfully opening you up before he slides his cock inside, splitting you open just to feel you tighten around him. Tonight he hasn’t even reached out to hold your hand.
As if summoned by your thoughts, Jason stands in the doorway to your shared bedroom. Wet from his shower, the streetlight filtering through the curtains illuminating the water still beading on his skin. The bruises look less stark now. You look at him and feel love. You look at him and see the man you gave the most vulnerable parts of yourself to, ready to hand them back to you on a platter. Rolling your head to look at him properly, you notice he hasn't bothered to dress, wrapped in a towel like he couldn't wait to put off this conversation a moment longer. Your eyes meet, and it snaps whatever trance he's in. He shuffles over to you, eyes asking for permission to join you on the couch. The couch dips under his weight, and you turn on your side to face him, legs curling up to your chest.
"I'm glad you're home."
You reach out to brush his face, aching to remind yourself that's he's real but he shies back from the motion, denies you both the comfort of contact.
"Don’t. I'm not— I'm not good for you. We can't— I'm not gonna do this to you anymore."
"Do what to me Jason?" you ask, genuinely puzzled "Be us? I chose this, I chose you, and I have kept on choosing you from the beginning. I don't understand." By the end, you're truly pleading, begging with your voice and eyes and body for him to explain this to you. To explain why he's trying to make this choice for you.
"Bein' with me puts you in danger," he says slowly, carefully. "You think you know what you've signed up for but you don't. Not really. I painted a target on your back and now the worst of Gotham are gonna come sniffin’ at your door. You're never gonna be safe with me and I don't want to be the reason why you're hurt. You deserve better than me and a life of looking over your shoulder. I can't give you that, I'll never be able to give you that."
And oh, that hurts. The way he says it, dripping with self-loathing and certainty, cracks your heart open. It speaks of long held fears and convictions that he will never be good enough, that he is too broken and too dangerous to be loved.
"Did something happen tonight?" you ask, searching for a reason, anything, that would have brought old wounds to light.
"What?" Tension laces his body tight. There's a wild look in his eyes, shifting closer to green than blue.
"Jay, you made all of those risks clear to me before we were even real friends. So, what happened tonight to make you so sure that you'll be the death of me?"
Something about the way you state the question so matter of factly unsettles him enough to reply. "Heard some chatter down at docks about Black Mask setting up a new warehouse. Tonight was just supposed to be easy. Just about fuckin' with him, get B and Wing time to gather evidence on his new operation. He was waiting for us, probably set the whole thing up as a trap. Did a whole melodramatic monologue too 'bout how if we were gonna threaten his operation — the only thing that means anything to him — then turnabout’s fair play."
He's paused in his remembered anger, hands flexing against the couch cushions. You nod, trying to encourage him, not wanting to break the spell that got him talking in the first place. But you really don't like where this was headed. When he speaks again, its in a whisper.
"He knew your name. He knew who you are to me and he knew your fucking name."
The fear that jolts through you at that statement is matched by the intensity in his eyes. Distractedly you notice that you can’t feel your fingers. Heart racing, the only thing grounding you is the weave of the cushion under your cheek.
"Okay, we can— we can handle this. It'll be difficult but I can—"
"He's dead," Jason interrupts.
"He's what." All trains of thought come to a crashing stop.
"I killed him."
Its a confession and a plea for forgiveness wrapped in one. He can't quite look you in the eyes anymore, his whole demeanor screaming shame. Stunned and wide-eyed all you can do is drink him in, this incredible, ridiculous man. Car headlights cut through the shadows, lighting up the planes of his face and catching on the still too-green of his eyes. Somewhere along the way you've moved closer. His face is only a breath away and in the silence it feels unbearably intimate.
You can't help blurting out, "Can I kiss you?" The thought of being unable to touch him any longer is utterly unthinkable. Not when he's right in front of you, lips parted and waiting for you to pronounce judgement over him. He nods, shyly, and then you're in his lap. His face is cradled in your hands, eyes wide as he looks up at you. His lips are warm when you finally give in to the urge to taste him. They're rough from where he's bitten them but they're pliant against yours. Drawing back, you rest your forehead on his, unwilling to be any further apart.
"He had your name in his fuckin' mouth and I couldn't let him live for that. So yeah, I killed him. Him and every one a his lieutenants in the room that heard." Jason pauses, tries to gauge your reaction, continues on more self-consciously. "B and Wing couldn’t stop me and I didn’t want them to. He was a threat to you and I didn't know. You could have died and I wouldn't even've known what to protect you from." He tries to pull back from you, but you don't let him. Lets his motion pull you along with him, hands still cradling his face.
"Is that where all the blood is from? You're not hiding any injuries besides the bruises from me?" you ask worriedly. He's done it before, but you'd hoped he'd learned to trust you better. Jason goes to remove your hands from his face and you don't resist. He presses soft kisses to each of your palms before folding them to his bare chest right over his heart.
"Fuck sweetheart, I tell you that I've just killed a roomful of men and you want to know if I'm okay? You're not angry that I killed, again?" And oh he looks so ready for you to reject him. Waiting for you to turn away, to call him a monster, for your love to turn to horror.
When you speak, the words come out slowly, each syllable weighed out with care. "Am I bad person if I say that I'm grateful?" You can feel his heartbeat speeding up under your hands as you speak. "Because I am Jay, I'm so, so grateful. I'm grateful that I'll never have to worry about a bullet in the dark or getting taken off the street. Mostly I'm grateful that I won't be used to hurt you. But I'm also so very sorry Jay that you had to kill again." He shudders at that, closes his eyes and squeezes your hands tight tight tight. "I know that you were trying so, so hard not to kill, to live by your family's rules and I'm so sorry that you had to break that promise to yourself. Can you forgive me for putting you in that impossible position?"
"I— I don't need your forgiveness, not for this. But don't you see? I'm the reason you were danger. If I hadn't a been quick enough, if there's ever a day when I'm not fast enough, then you'd've died." At that he stops, swallows thickly, like he's considering a world where he doesn't save you. "This doesn’t end just ‘cause Black Mask’s dead. It’s every enemy the Hood has ever made knowing that my heart’s walking around outside my body.” And that, that makes your breath catch in your throat. Stuns you enough that you’re not fully prepared for what he says next. “So this, you and me, it's gotta be done. I'll move out tomorrow, pack things up later. I won't leave you unprotected, I'll— I'll still patrol but you won't have to see me again. You can have a clean start."
Now, now you are angry. Pushing off his chest you lever yourself upright, forcing him to look up at you. Straddled across his lap your balance is precarious at best but you need him to see you, to realize that what you say next is what you mean with every wretched part of you.
"No."
"No?" He's looking up at you, glazed eyes and mouth open wide with shock.
"No. Jason Peter Todd you do not get to make this decision for me." With every word you push your finger into his chest for emphasis, your whole body shaking with the force you're putting behind your words. "I knew the risks because you told me about them. I decided that I could live with them if it meant having you. I told you always and forever. I meant it then and I mean it now. So this, you and me, it’s over when I agree it is. I gave you my fucking heart and this is me not accepting it back. You tell me I’m free to leave anytime, well I’m not.” His hands have fallen to your hips where they clench and unclench. “You haven’t been able to keep me out of your sight lines for more than three minutes tonight. You can’t go a day without touching me, feeling me up and getting your cock wet. I know you don’t sleep half so well if I’m not in your bed and neither can I. I know the way you look when you think nothing you’ve done has ever been good enough and the face you make when you feel like a hero. I know you to your bones and you know me. You want me to live a life that you’re not a part of, well I won’t." Suddenly fed up with the chafing of the towel on your poor inner thighs you try to shift, when you feel him hard under the thin layer of the bath towel. You feel Jason freeze up, time crystallizing around you before speeding back up like a poorly wound tape.
“Off. Off now” You start pawing at the blasted towel unsuccessfully, before giving up and going for your own sleep pants. You’re half way through wiggling them off before Jason’s brain catches up with you and then he’s scrabbling to tear the towel off and get you bare. You grab his hardening cock and guide it to the entrance of your cunt. You’re still not slick enough for this, didn’t spend ages getting opened up on fingers first, but you’re desperate enough to make it work. His hands around your thighs are like iron, clinging to you like a life preserver. You take it slow, letting gravity do the work of spearing you open on his cock, unable to take him to the hilt in one swift motion the way you ache to. Jason’s a big man, always towering over you in size, and his cock is perfectly large to match. Already the stretch is just the other side of painful, the thickness of him cleaving you in two. You gasp like you’ve been punched with every inch downwards. By the time your hips meet his pelvis his stomach muscles are clenched and twitching from the effort of not just fucking up into you and taking what he wants. His fingers are buried in the couch cushions. Deliriously you wonder if the cushions will still be intact by the end of this conversation.
"So tell me again," you pant, "tell me why you think you can just walk away from me and all the love we have like it's nothing." Jason groans at your words, buries his face in your throat, hips still twitching with aborted thrusts.
"Please, please baby. Let me move— shit, let me make you feel good. God, sweetheart you're so fucking tight, so fuckin’ perfect for me." The growing roll of his hips is distracting. He's so fucking thick, this position making him feel like he's somewhere in your stomach, every flex of his muscles bullies him deeper, threatens to shake all the thoughts out of your head. That just won’t do. You take back control with a soft hand on his chest pushing him back until he's leaned right back against the couch cushions.
"You started this conversation Jay. It’s not done until you finish it. Besides, you’re the one that wants to put a stop to all this." You punctuate your words with a single calculated grind of your hips, make him claw at your hips with abandon. Revel at the weight of him inside of you. Trail your hand up his chest so you can thread your fingers into his damp curls. "Why should I let you move, hmm? Give me that list of reasons, and maybe I'll let you fuck me when we're done talking." His pupils are blown so wide you can barely see the colour of his eyes anymore.
It takes a few false starts before he can put a coherent thought together. "Being— being with me makes, oh god, makes you a target. People'll go through you, tryna hurt me. You're gonna get hurt cus'a me, could die fr'me." He's trembling all over now, words slurring together and gasping for air. He settles a little when you run your other hand down his chest to trace his y-shaped scar, lean in and kiss him slow and sweet. Nip and tease at his already abused bottom lip.
"Love that ship went and sailed the first time you talked to me," you say. "There's no putting that back in the box and hoping everyone will forget that we were us." Taking your time, you mouth along his jawline, feel his hand slide under your shirt to come settle on the small of your back. "Say we split up, what then? Doesn't matter how often you swing by, someone'll always try and find a way. Tonight was just a reminder. How does breaking both of our hearts make that go away?" Nuzzling into that sweet space below his jaw, you can feel the way his pulse races and cock twitches in you. All the while you keep your hips tortuously still, warming his cock with your cunt, enjoying the stretch of him. A tug of his hair gets him talking again.
"I'm not a— not a good man. I've killed a lot a people, don't even regret most a'em." He can't look at you as he says it, eyes fixed on a spot over your shoulder. His hand on your back flexes, fingers tightening around your hip bone.
"Didn't we just go over this? Jay I'm glad you killed those men, and if that makes you a bad person so am I." This time its him that goes in for a kiss, latches on to the plush of your lips, licks his way inside. Cradles your skull and pulls you closer, has to stop kissing you to gasp when that shifts his cock inside of you.
"Sweetheart, you're the best person damn person I know," he breathes into your mouth. Traces over your cheekbone with the tip of his nose. "You're the best fuckin' thing to happen to me. But you shouldn't hafta decide if you're okay with me killing people. Shouldn't be something you gotta think about at all." There it is again, that tinge of self-loathing. And that's what it’s really all about isn't it?
"You're not making me do anything. You think I didn't know who I was saying yes to when you asked me out to dinner? That I was unaware of Hood's brand of justice? That unlike your family, I didn’t already approve of your methods? Love, I was grateful for you before you'd even walked into my life." Its a confession you hadn't said out loud before, but maybe you should've. Something about your faith in him has Jason whining at the back of his throat like a wounded animal. He tries to buck his hips but freezes when the hand in his hair forcefully tugs his head back, exposes the vulnerable line of his throat.
"Can't just say that sweetheart. Can't just say that and not let me fuck you full." Another tug at his hair has him moaning, the cords of his throat standing out. "C'mon, c'mon. You're so wet and so warm for me. I'll make you feel— feel so good." On the last word he tries to thrust up but you were expecting this, dig your knees into the couch to leverage up off of him at the same time he moves forward. You bite down on the soft skin of his throat before pressing a kiss to the forming bruise. Let go of his hair to clasp the side of his neck, rub your thumb over the hinge of his jaw. Let his head fall forward to your chest, resting his brow on your collarbone.
"I said after our conversation, didn't I? And those aren't your only reasons, are they?" you tease. "You can fuck me whenever you want Jay, you just have to be honest first."
He’s torn, you can tell. Caught between chasing his pleasure at the steep price of his darkest fears, but also wanting to do right by you, as misguided as this attempt is. But he’s been so truthful so far, deserves a reward for how good he’s been. So you clamp down, hard, feel his cock brush against that soft part of your gut that makes you shiver with pleasure. Enjoy the punched out sound that wrings from him. Grind your hips down in a filthy circle, once, twice. Then just as suddenly stop. Let him pant and shake, breath warm in the contours of your throat.
When he finally speaks, his voice is so small you can barely hear him. "M'scared." He shudders as he says it. Something in the curve of his spine screams vulnerable, sparks an itch in your fingers to touch and so you do.
"Think 'm too broken for you to love. Think 'm too broken to love you right. Scared one day that the pit's gonna burn too bright and I'll hurt you." Like a broken dam, the words come tumbling out so quickly now. All you can do is keep stroking his back, this giant of a man rendered so small in your arms. "That I'll wake up one day and it'll be my hands covered in your blood." The hate and self-loathing is almost palpable, an oil slick shadow creeping along the floorboards. You could cry from the way his voice shakes and cracks.
“Oh, love.” And this time it’s your voice cracking. “I’ve never thought of you as broken. There’s never going to be a day where I think you’re too broken for me to love. If the day ever comes that you do break, I’ll pick up all the shiny pieces with my bare hands if I have to. I’ll put you back together again even if it cuts me open because that’s what we do Jason. You don’t think there aren’t parts of me I’d rather smooth out too? You don’t have to love me perfectly to love me right.” He’s straightening up now, trying to get a better view of your face, needs to see the truth of your words. His arms have moved around you like a vice, holding on as if you’ll disappear if he lets go. “You’ve never hurt me Jason. Scratch that, you’ve never hurt me before tonight and your stupid, noble attempt to break up with me. But not once have you laid your hands on me and not once have I been afraid of you.” He tries to interrupt, opens his mouth to speak but you’re not finished. You lay finger over his lips, force him to let you say your piece. “But I know that the problem isn’t my trust in you, it’s yours. Besides Black Mask and his thugs, did you hurt anyone else tonight?” At the shake of his head you continue. “There you have it. Even tonight, when you had every reason to spin out of control you didn’t hurt anyone you didn’t mean to. So talk to me. We’ll figure this out. Hell, we’ll find you a therapist if that’s what you want. So trust me, at least, even if you can’t trust yourself.”
You’d swear there were tears in his eyes if you didn’t already know never to trust the early morning light. It’s past dawn now and in the silence Jason looks like something out of a fairytale. The weak golden light makes him look so alive, so vibrant. He sits there still as stone, holding you tight in his lap, dumb with the weight of your love and acceptance. His grin, when it breaks over his face, is a little watery but possibly the most precious thing you’ve ever seen.
“There’s really no scaring you off, is there?” It’s a weak joke, but he’s trying.
“No. There isn’t.” If your words don’t convince him then the tone of satisfaction ringing through them would. Pushing at his shoulders you maneuver him as close to lying down as you can manage on your old couch. Tearing off your oversized sleep shirt (stolen from Jason of course), you’re finally as bare as he is. Perched over him, you enjoy the view of him splayed out like an offering. Reaching for his arm, you find his hand, place it on the curve below your belly and lace your fingers over the back of it. You push his palm down into you to feel the hard swell of where his cock is curving you out, carving out a place in your guts and moulding your cunt to the shape of his cock. You can see the exact moment his restraint snaps when he realizes he’s feeling himself through you. Let him jack knife up into you, feel the way his hardness moves under his palm. Enjoy the way it feels to finally have him drag his cock through you. But he’s trying to be respectful and you haven’t given him the go ahead yet. He restrains himself to shallow rocking motions, unable to stop himself completely, but the effort this is costing him is clear by his straining muscles and wide eyes.
“You paying attention Jay? This—” and this time you clench down on his cock as you press his hand to the shape of your womb just to hear him choke, “is yours. And you left it aching and empty for hours. You made such pretty promises earlier.” For this last part you lean down real close, brace yourself with an arm over his shoulder, wanting to make sure he doesn’t miss a thing. “And our conversation just ended.” He takes it as the permission it is and slams into you, deeper than before like you can feel him in you throat. Hands an iron grip around your waist, pulling you down to meet each sharp rolling thrust. Bullies his cock into you until he finds the angle that has sparks running under your skin, keeps hitting that angle with all the precision and aim of a sniper with his marksmanship. At this angle, his head’s at the perfect height to mouth at your breasts. You can feel him smiling around a nipple as he listens to you moan, only detaching to give the other breast the same kind of enthusiastic attention. Your arm finally gives out, falling down onto his bare chest. Limp, you let him manoeuvre him how he wants you, a rag-doll for your mutual pleasure. All the while he doesn’t stop fucking into you, any semblance of earlier control gone.
“Fuck, sweetheart you don’t know— don’t know what you do to me.” He’s gasping between each word, but the meaning of them still makes their way to your blissed out brain. The slick drag of his cock head along your clenching insides making everything else fade away. You can feel your orgasm building, heat pooling and growing with every thrust. Jason can feel you tightening up around him, knows the signs of your body so well. He starts circling your clit with his fingers, alternating pressure with his thrusts. The long drag and stretch of his cock, almost too much for you to take, never falters. It bumps up against your cervix, fills you up so completely that there’s room for nothing else but it and the pleasure it rips from you. Your release tears through you like wildfire, and for a moment dark spots cloud your vision. You know that you’ve clamped down, tight and hot and slick by the punched out groan from Jason, the way his head falls back onto the couch. But through it all he still keeps pumping into you.
He bites and sucks at your throat, a distraction from your over sensitivity. He leaves your clit alone, stops assaulting all your senses so viciously. Listens to you mewl from how sore and sensitive you are from having taken his cock nearly dry, having held it in you for so long before getting your cunt battered by it. “M so sorry sweetheart. Didn’t wanna hurt you. Gonna— gonna make it up to you. For the rest a m’life.” Now he’s rutting into you, all rhythm and finesse gone in pursuit of his own pleasure. Fire is running through your veins, gathering in your cunt and burning you whole. Your legs are weak and trembling where Jason’s placed them, hands trailing down your thighs to hook under your knees and pull your legs wider. Like this you’re trapped, pinned against him by the spread of your cunt, clit wet and grinding against his pubic bone every time he fucks back into you. You’re so close to another orgasm, quicker than you’ve ever been before.
“Please— Jay please, don’t— don’t stop. Need you. Need you har— harder. Jay. Jay” Jason being Jason, obliges. Your whole body jolts from the force of him inside you. You’re so frustratingly close, dancing on the knife’s edge of oblivion. Jay’s close too. You can tell by the way his breathing speeds up, the way he wraps one arm over your shoulder to keep you in place as he fucks your cunt raw. What sends you both over the edge is Jason taking his other hand and pushing down hard on the swell of your abdomen, the both of you feeling his cock kick and spurt inside of you. Heat paints your walls, and it’s that combined with all consuming pressure of his cock remaking you in his image that has you crying out your orgasm. Jason doesn’t pull out right away. Stays inside you and lets himself grow soft. Kisses featherlight over your face and eyelids. Strokes your flanks and combs his fingers through your hair. Soothes you into a light sleep.
When you wake up, it’s to full sunlight streaming into your bedroom. Turning your head, Jason meets your gaze, propped up on an elbow to watch over you. The both of you are still naked under the blankets but he must have cleaned up the mess between your legs. He pressed a kiss between your eyes before you can get too swept up by your thoughts.
“Hiya sweetheart.” The corners of his eyes crinkle up when he smiles like this. You think they’d make him look kind when he’s older. “I’m not going anywhere now, I promise.”
“Always?”
“Forever.”
Hiiiiiiiii. another quiz for u all to take <3 I like doing these
work out for me | kth. (m)
banner by my lovely @kithtaehyung
➵ summary : interrupting your boyfriend’s workout session was either the best mistake you made, or the worst.. especially for your legs.
➵ pairing : taehyung x reader
➵ genre : established relationship!au, boyfriend!tae, workout!tae, pwp, filthy smut, maybe fluff if you squint real hard
➵ rating : 18+
➵ word count : 6.6k
➵ warnings : swearing, thigh-riding, obedience/power play, pussy playing, cum tasting, finger sucking, katoptronphilia (getting nasty in front of a mirror), slight exhibitionism, big dick!tae, reverse cowgirl, chocking, breath play, breast fondling, begging, loads of dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it up loves), semi-public (?) sex (they’re still alone), penetrative sex, against a mirror sex, rough sex, biting, scratching, praising, crying, one brief use of daddy, creampie, light squirting, restraint, a pussy slap :D (honestly tae’s a whole demon in this)
➵ a/n : so i think everyone remembers the meltdown i had on my blog over tae’s vlog fucking working out so here’s a manifestation of my filthiest dreams ✨ special thank you to my beta-reader @nightapple4jk !! dedicated to my boo @hantaev 💓 enjoy lovelies :)
➵ song : “work out” by j. cole
God, you took your time with this one. He’s one of your favourites, isn’t he? It would surely explain the paradox that is how an ethereal man like Taehyung exists.
And please, do provide an explanation. Provide an explanation for how you could’ve crafted him a gorgeous face with perfectly chiseled features, given him a dualistic personality that was the optimal balance of sugar, spice and everything nice. Please provide an explanation for how you could’ve given him the sweet smile of an angel but the fucking capabilities of a demon.
And please, please supply the one explanation you needed most in this cruel world, which was how you could’ve possibly allowed a man like Taehyung to start working out.
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Black Ravens [KTH]
Black Ravens [Taehyung x Reader] ⟶ Credit: @kimtaehyunq ⟶ Genre: Smut | 21+ | Vampire!Au ⟶ Warnings: pwp, vampire!taehyung, humanfem!reader, slight dom!taehyung, large shlong implied, cursing, blood play, biting kink, spanking of the ass and puss, nipple play, breast play, spit play, bondage, rough/hard sex, fingering, oral (f), orgasm denial, scratches and bruises, multiple orgasms, etc ⟶ WC: 8k+ ⟶ Summary: Working for an underground blood den ran by vampires, your nighty duties get interrupted by your favorite client. ⟶ Beta: Thank you so much to @kithtaehyung , @out-of-jams , and @ppersonna for looking over this and helping me out when you could. I really appreciate all of your inputs, it means so much to me. ⟶ Teaser: As sweet as his words sound coming out like liquid honey, you know he means what he says. A baleful promise, one leaving you stirred and nervous for the night ahead of you. ⟶ Author’s note: Thank you all for supporting me and my multi-content works! It makes me happy that there are people who enjoy what I come up with. Please enjoy the rest of your day/night and take care of yourself!
❂ Room of Restraints ⁂ Hosted by: 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔣𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢 ♛ through @bangtansorciere ⤐ AU Type: Chain ⤐ Themes: Hard/Rough Sex, Hotel Room Sex. ⤐ Kinks: Biting, Scratching, Bondage, Hickies, Breast Play, Blood Play, Spit/Saliva Play, Pussy Spanking, Cum Holding, Cock Holding, Size Kink, Orgasm Denial, Scratching.
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linger.
engaging in a relationship with someone you know is already betrothed to someone else is a move that hoseok knows is absolutely stupid, yet he still finds himself entangled in the very same situation with you, in which even though he knows he shouldn’t be expecting you to stay with him despite having your complete love and attention—still begs and hopes that in the end, you will.
pairing: hoseok x reader
word count: 5.5k
rating: 18+
content: angst !!!!! | smut | forbidden love au | hint of childhood friends to lovers au but it’s not that prominent to the plot | ft. surgical intern!reader
warning/s: swearing | idea of cheating | explicit sexual content | dirty talk | hint of possessiveness & begging | oral (f. + m. receiving) | nipple licking | handjob | breeding kink | unprotected sex | creampie | cockwarming | vulnerability after sex | hoseok just loves the reader very much :<
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Another round of Logan headcanons because why not
He tends to throw quieter tantrums than others, it's mostly stomping his feet and whining, although he can be destructive if he's really frustrated
A few dolls have lost their heads, blocks have been broken, and stuffies have been skewered, but he's always extremely remorseful, apologizing to those that can be fixed and sobbing over the ones that can't
He will make it his mission to become the definition of a sticky toddler when he's on the smaller side if presented with the opportunity
Every mud puddle will be jumped in if he has any say about it
He does not like deep water, and subsequently tries to avoid baths like the plague
The big pool is an obvious no go, but he's usually okay with kiddie pools since they're shallow and he can easily get out
He climbs everything. Trees, people, chandeliers, he doesn't care, he'll take what he can get
He likes to dig holes (mini craters) and look at worms
Keep a pacifier or something that is safe for him to gnaw on within arms reach or he might take a chomp or two out of the nearest person
If it looks like it would taste good, he will probably try to taste it
The driving around at night to make the baby sleep trick does indeed work on him, flying too
He sleeps with all of his stuffies and will apologize to them if they fall off the bed
