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[nyxieinshadows]

✦𓂃 Trouble Maker! A shattered truth whispered in drunken silence, haunting two hearts forever.

You never wanted to get caught in the Haitani brothers’ twisted game, but fate dragged you into their shadowed world where cold eyes hide ruthless desires, and silent confessions bleed like wounds beneath the surface…

‼️Content Warning: This story contains dark themes including emotional turmoil, complex relationships, and mature situations. Reader discretion is advised.

★ Tenjiku Haitani brothers — ꒰ Forginer! Fem ꒱ !

Being eighteen is a strange age. One day, you might find yourself catching someone’s attention just by starting a random conversation about the differences between Michael Jordan and Michael Jackson.someone whose chance of being in your life is one in a thousand.

For you, getting to know Ran Haitani wasn’t something you ever planned. His filthy reputation had echoed through every hallway of your high school and all over Roppongi for what felt like forever.

I mean, was it even possible to be a student at that damned school and not know about him and his brother? Was there anyone who could mention Tenjiku without saying Ran Haitani’s name in the same breath? And really, who could ever forget those deep purple eyes?

It was on a warm spring day when you met him. Right there, at Nana’s hair salon, that’s where you saw him. Those purple eyes. That long hair. God, even the way he looked just screamed that he is important.

You watched him as he sank into the salon chair, chatting casually with Nana.

“Michael Jordan? But he’s a basketball player…” Nana said, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

And Ran, in his usual stubborn tone, with that nerve-wracking smirk, answered:

“I told you I want my hair done with the vibe I get from one of his songs!”

Nana, apparently not in the mood that day, lowered her pink comb and snapped back:

“And I told you! Michael Jordan is a basketball player. Not a singer!”

“Everyone knows Michael is a singer!” Ran shot back, like he just refused to admit he’d messed up.

And that’s when his eyes, almost by accident, landed on you. Sitting quietly at the manicure table, flipping through magazines, doing your best to suppress your laugh.

“What’re you laughing at?” he snapped.

For a second, you almost forgot who you were talking to. Ran Haitani. One of the Four Heavenly Kings of Tenjiku. The kind of guy no one dared to even glance at the wrong way.

But starting a conversation with him? That might just be your lucky shot.

“Sorry, but I think the Michael you mean is Michael Jackson, not Jordan,” you said, closing the magazine, resting your chin in your palms, meeting his eyes with a calm gaze.

And god, you looked too perfect. It was as if angels had carved every line of your face with their own hands.

The second time you ran into Ran Haitani, you literally crashed into him. You’d slammed right into his back, hard.just as he was walking out of a bakery, his precious Mont Blancs flying from the box and splattering all over the ground.

He turned to glare at you, furious, his eyes flicking between you and his poor, fallen pastries.

“Where the hell did you come from??”

And there you were, shamelessly staring back at him, completely unfazed.until a voice suddenly yelled from behind you:

“Don’t think you can run, you bitch!”

God. Was he seeing this right? Those lowlifes were actually chasing after this girl.someone whose head barely reached his shoulder?

And you? You knew. They wouldn’t dare come any closer. Not with Ran Haitani standing right there. So you stayed put.

“What the hell did you do to get them chasing you like that?” he asked.

“I kinda… smashed a glass bottle over their boss’s head,” you shrugged.

“You can’t just go around the streets smashing people’s heads in.”

“Oh, please. I’m not worse than you, breaking their entire bones!”

All those trips to the salon… all that time Haitani spent caring way too much about his appearance… it naturally led to more encounters.

You kept showing up under the excuse of helping your step mother, Nana. And Ran Haitani? He kept coming back to see that pretty, stubborn idiot who had somehow caught his eye.

He could have anyone he wanted. But right now? Those galaxy-like eyes of his were completely locked on you.the girl who wasn’t even Japanese.Spending a little time with you wouldn’t hurt him… right?

Neither of you really noticed how fast time passed, until suddenly somewhere in the heat of summer, right before the holidays, in the middle of the high school library.

You both crashed into each other’s lips, like you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“You’re way too pretty to be unloved,” Ran whispered between the kisses he pressed against your lips.

“Then love me,” you breathed, tugging him closer, pulling him into a kiss that lingered much longer.

Time was never something you could stop. The clock hands seemed to move even faster now, and there you were.sitting right in the middle of your classmate’s house. Or, more specifically, in the house of the guy you were kinda dating.

You met your classmate.Honestly, he barely showed up to class enough to remember the names of more than five people. So you just chalked his weird stare up to that.

“That’s Rindou… but you probably know my brother better, huh?”Ran shrugged casually as he introduced him.

Of course, Rindou recognized those eyes that clearly didn’t belong to a local. There was something about the way you looked.it was impossible to forget.He’d glanced your way a few times in class before, stealing looks at your hair, those deep eyes. But it never crossed his mind that you were the girl his brother kept talking about.

“Even though we’ve seen each other plenty of times… still, nice to properly meet you, Rindou.” You extended your hand with a smile.

Yeah, seeing your classmate wrapped in your brother’s arms was… kind of weird. Especially when your brother was as stupidly good-looking as Ran Haitani.

But one thing was painfully clear: You weren’t just pretty for a classmate. You were drop-dead gorgeous.And that made it all taste just a little bit more bitter. Because Ran had no idea he was dating his brother’s crush…

The bar was loud, buzzing with the usual mix of voices and bad music.Ran sat across from his little brother, lazily stirring the ice in his drink. Rindou, meanwhile, was clearly gone.

his glasses slipping down his nose, his words messy, unfocused, borderline nonsense.

Just another night. Just another round of drinks.Rindou mumbled something. Low. Slurred.Ran didn’t catch it at first.

“What was that?” he asked, half-laughing, leaning closer.

Rindou’s head barely lifted. He mumbled again, soft, almost like a sigh.

“I loved her.”

Ran blinked.

And then he smirked. “You’re drunk as fuck, man. Don’t talk shit.”

His laugh was light. Teasing.That was always the vibe with them. Always playful. Always easy.

But when he looked up,Rindou wasn’t smiling.

His gaze, fogged up behind his crooked glasses, wasn’t focused but it wasn’t gone either.

That wasn’t a joke. That wasn’t nothing.

Ran’s smile faltered. Just a little.

“Hey. You serious?”

Rindou didn’t answer.Didn’t look at him.Didn’t explain.Just sat there. Quiet. Heavy. Like saying those words took everything out of him.

“Rindou—”

“Forget it.”

His voice cracked, barely there. “I’m just drunk.”

Ran’s chest tightened. His throat felt dry.

He wanted to laugh again. To shake it off. To shove his brother’s shoulder and joke it away.

But he didn’t.Because he knew.Somewhere deep down, he fucking knew.

Rindou stood up, clumsily pushing his glasses back up. “Forget it, Ran.”

That’s all he said before walking away.

But how the fuck could Ran ever forget?The words crawled under his skin. They burned into his bones. They wouldn’t let him go.

I loved her.

Not “I love her.”

Not “I want her.”

Just—I loved her.

Something old. Something buried.Something Ran could never erase.

Rindou would never bring it up again.But Ran would hear it every time he looked at you.Every smile. Every kiss. Every second…

He would remember.

And it would fucking destroy him.

Some stories can’t end that easily…

To be continued.

✦Author’s Note:

Writing this felt like walking on glass. It’s messy, complicated, and a little painful, but that’s what makes it feel real, doesn’t it?So tell me…Who would you choose?

The boy who holds you with warm, playful arms? Or the one who loved you quietly all along, even when he couldn’t say it?

I’d love to know which brother has your heart. Feel free to let me know in the comments. ♡

English isn’t my first language, so there might be some grammar mistakes here and there. Still, I poured my heart into this piece. If you enjoyed it, please let me know.it really means a lot!

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[catinflight]

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[wcters]

YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH LANDO

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

summary: little snippets into what your relationship with lando would be like

warnings/contents: some swearing, lotsss of fluff

author’s note: in a headcanons mood so here you are 😚 well i was when i wrote this

- you look at each other as if they hold up the world

- you guys are the walking example of ‘the look of love’

- your eyes soften and your shoulders become less tense when you catch a glimpse of the other

- just utterly captivated ❤️

- you guys have the same judging face

- can communicate through looks

- always has to be touching you

- whether it’s a hand around your waist, your legs on his and a hand around your ankle, pinkies intertwined, doesn’t matter

- you get ready together and go to bed together

- he’ll rest his chin on your head when you’re getting ready

- you have to swat him away to avoid getting your makeup ruined because he’ll start kissing all over your face

- he will wake you up with kisses all over your face as well

- and you will too the rare time you’re up before him

- lando totally naps on you during races where there are red flags or if it’s media day and he’s exhausted

- this is caught so often it’s become a meme

- it’s completely by accident . . . most of the time (he loves when you wake him up by kissing his face)

- when that happens you take soooo many pictures of him and send it to his family

- his siblings find them hilarious and tease him about it

- none of this stops him though, he loves you too much ❤️❤️

- this man is down bad and he’s not ashamed about it ‼️

- always talks about you on stream

- you’re also caught in the back of his streams a lot

- chat always BEGS him to get you on and max does too

- max being like your brother

- been with you through a lot of the hard times of your life and with your relationship

- you can come to him with problems and he’ll help

- if it’s about you and lando, he won’t just stick up for lando he’s your friend too and won’t be bias

- best friends with pietra ‼️

- talk shit about the boys all the time

- salon dates, spa dates, just dates between you two

- max and lando joke that they third wheel when you two are with each other

- which they do

- you guys always joke about running away together and ditching the boys 💍

- you’re friends with a lot of his friends, and the wags

- this includes his streamer friends . . . like morgan

- rivalry with angryginge ‼️‼️

- it’s a joke, of course (is it?)

- you guys would fight for HOURS on stream if people didn’t stop you

- you match his energy and attitude

- make faces and roll your eyes when he talks as if saying ‘this guy?’

- you love him though

- when you meet up for the video he’s in with lando (go read that if you want 😋) you’re both polite and have a good time with each other

- still have a rivalry after though

- clips of you singing karaoke in the car 🎤

- quadrant totally makes a video of you versus ginge

- he wins (you let him, he doesn’t know)

- you’re in a lot of quadrant videos actually

- you always team up with ria to beat the boys 👯‍♀️

- you actually teach her to drive outside of a video . . . or attempt to

- make her a little award 🥇

- you made sure she and all the boys were all right during the 24 hour karting video

- you offered to be in the background just make sure everything was okay

- everyone was grateful 🙏🙏

- kept making sure people were fed, hydrated, felt okay

- you made sure steve or max didn’t feel too pressured to carry the team and not go out there if they weren’t able to

- just kept the mood up and made sure they didn’t worry about filming and the video, that was your job

- treated them to a nice dinner a couple days later after they rested

- even though you’re not the oldest, you’re a mother figure in the group

- when people don’t know where something is or they can’t find it, they call you and you find it (like moms do 😌)

- you’re also a mother figure with oscar

- he’s your kid at this point

- he’s accepted it 🤷‍♀️ he gets to tag along with you and lando on trips and such

- you and nicole love each other and she knows she can trust you to take care of her son

- adoptive kid along with yuki

- you provide the internet with a daily dose lando

- pictures, videos, etc 📷

- it’s kind of like lily’s tiktoks with alex

- how could you not? he drags you EVERYWHERE with him

- you’re like his emotional support person

- you don’t mind, just sometimes he drags you to and makes you do stupid shit

- like jumping off of cliffs on vacation and trying weird and new things . . . except fish

- he still won’t go near fish

- you still tease him for that

- you have scared him with fish before, but that’s a story for another time

- . . . and yes you did catch it on video . . . and yes you did post it

- constantly wearing his clothes: hoodies, shirts, sweatpants, boxers, whatever you can get your hands on

- they go missing . . . it’s probably you 🤷‍♀️

- “hey, have you seen my blue quadrant hoodie?” “no . . . “ “are you wearing it?” “also no . . .”

- he says he’s annoyed at you when you do that but you both know it’s a lie

- he spoils you sooo much

- have a necklace with ‘ln4’ on it

- he loves that necklace . . . maybe a little too much

- buys you jewelry, dresses, bags, etc

- you tell him not too because you don’t need it but he doesn’t care

- flowers 💐

- always buys you flowers, on special occasions and randomly

- just to show he appreciates you ❤️

- you write him love letters

- every time you try to buy him a gift he gives you the money back through another gift or something like that

- so instead of buying things, you make things for him: love letters, food, crafts, etc

- he has a ring you helped make out of a spoon with both of your initials in it

- always wears it, says it’s his good luck charm

- has definitely put your initials on one of his helmets before ❤️❤️

- you cried at that

- his mum took so many pictures of you two together with the helmet

- they’re up in their house with the family photos

- you’re super close with his family

- especially his mom and sisters

- you guys have sleepovers, movie nights, mani pedis, etc

- you help around the house a lot, to the point where his mom has to lightly hit you to get you to go away

- like a daughter to cisca and adam 🥺🥺

- they’ve watched you and lando grow up, and grow up together

- they love you to bits ❤️

- you’re one of lando’s biggest supporters along with his family

- you try to make it to every race, if you can’t you watch it live

- when he won in miami and singapore you were ESTATIC

- you couldn’t have been happier

- searched for you after he congratulated with the team and he kissed you long and hard 🥺

- you have a heart locket necklace with a picture of that in it along with the ‘ln4’ necklace

- just soooo many pictures of you two together in your house in monaco

- you two are just so in love with each other ❤️❤️

- you two never leave the honeymoon phase

- you let lando act like a stupid teenager (with limits, of course) and let him experience what he couldn’t as a kid with his karting career

- everyone around you says they couldn’t imagine the two of you with someone else

- you couldn’t either

- it’s always been him

- it’s always been you

- it will always be each other ❤️

[lynbels]

!prompt!! jealousy finally makes sunghoon act and fuck, even with him in denial

please please please - psh (m)

sunghoon x f reader

synopsis: Sunghoon always played it cool—until he saw you with someone else, and suddenly, he wasn’t asking for you, he was taking you ✉️ wc2757 ‼️ jealousy, possessiveness, sexual content (oral sex, rough sex), language, slight exhibitionism, emotional tension, minor angst, heavy making out, marking (hickeys/bites)

💌 didnt understand a word said there hun but hopefully this works <3

It had only been a few weeks since you and Sunghoon moved in together. Things were still new, still soft around the edges. Boxes half-unpacked, routines not quite settled, kisses traded in the middle of lazy afternoons. It wasn’t official-official—no labels, no big confessions—but everything between you had felt right. Comfortable. Safe.

So when you casually mentioned your friend would be staying the night—“just for a bit, promise, he’s passing through”—Sunghoon didn’t think much of it.

Until he opened the door.

Jake.

Tall, sharp-jawed, with easy charm in his voice and pretty-boy eyes that lingered a beat too long when they met yours. His duffel bag slung over his shoulder, a half-smile tugging at his lips as he said, “Hey, Hoon. Thanks for letting me crash.”

Sunghoon didn’t remember saying yes.

And you—fuck, you looked excited. Lit up, like this was someone you hadn’t seen in a while. Like this wasn’t just any friend.

Jake pulled you in for a hug, his hand resting low on your back, his mouth brushing close to your ear as he murmured something that made you laugh. That laugh again.

Sunghoon didn’t say a word.

He just watched.

Watched Jake sit next to you on the couch after dinner. Watched how your knees touched and you didn’t move away. Watched how Jake handed you his hoodie when you said you were cold, like it was second nature.

Watched how you wore it.

He told himself it wasn’t a big deal.

But by midnight, when Jake was still up with you, flipping through old photos on your phone and laughing like he belonged here, Sunghoon was seething.

You eventually got up to grab water, leaving them alone in the living room.

Jake leaned back on the couch, glancing at him. “You’re quiet tonight,” he said casually, like they were just two guys catching up.

Sunghoon gave a tight smile. “I didn’t know her friend was a guy.”

Jake raised a brow. “She didn’t tell you?”

“No,” Sunghoon muttered. “She didn’t.”

Jake shrugged, completely unbothered. “Well. Nothing to worry about, man. Y/N and I go way back. Totally platonic.”

Sunghoon’s eyes flicked toward the hallway, where you were still out of earshot.

His jaw clenched. His voice dropped.

“Sure,” he said. “Let’s keep it that way.”

Jake only grinned, like he could smell the tension in the room and was enjoying the hell out of it. He stretched his arms over the back of the couch, relaxed, confident, completely at ease in a space that wasn’t his. “Man, she’s changed a lot since we last hung out. Got hotter somehow,” he added with a little smirk.

Sunghoon didn’t even blink.

“Right. Real glow up,” he said flatly, taking a sip from his water bottle, eyes fixed on the TV even though it wasn’t playing anything.

Jake chuckled. “You two are roommates, right? Just roommates?”

Sunghoon’s grip on the bottle tightened.

You walked back in just then, Jake flashing you that stupid, too-pretty smile. “We were just catching up. You didn’t tell me Hoon was so protective.”

You laughed, sliding onto the couch beside him, not noticing the way Sunghoon’s eyes tracked how Jake shifted closer, thigh brushing yours.

“We’re not roommates,” you said, glancing at Sunghoon with a teasing look. “We live together.”

Jake raised a brow. “Same thing.”

“It’s not,” Sunghoon said sharply—too sharply.

You blinked. “Hoon?”

His jaw flexed. “Doesn’t matter.”

You and Jake kept chatting, the conversation picking up again like nothing happened, but Sunghoon barely heard a word. His head was loud—too loud. He kept telling himself he didn’t care. That you could be close with whoever you wanted. That he didn’t need to say anything because it wasn’t like that between you two.

Except it was.

Except the way Jake touched you made his blood boil.

Except the way you laughed at Jake’s stupid jokes made something burn low in his stomach.

And when you stretched your arms over your head, hoodie riding up just enough to expose a sliver of skin, Jake’s eyes dropped to your waist and didn’t come back up right away.

Sunghoon stood abruptly. “I’m going to bed.”

You looked up, surprised. “Already?”

“Yeah.” He didn’t look at Jake. “Have fun catching up.”

Then he turned and walked down the hallway, hands clenched at his sides, breathing harder than he wanted to admit.

He shut the bedroom door behind him—but he didn’t sleep.

He lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, heart pounding in his chest as your voice carried faintly through the walls. Soft. Sweet. His.

You were his.

Even if he’d never said it. Even if he was too much of a coward to admit it out loud. Even if he was still pretending it didn’t mean anything—this thing between you.

But Jake?

Jake wasn’t pretending anything.

And that was going to be a problem.

The clock hit 1:14 a.m.

You were still out there with him.

Sunghoon rolled onto his side, arm tucked under his head, eyes trained on the door like it might open at any second. It didn’t. Laughter filtered faintly through the wall instead—yours and Jake’s. Low, intimate. The kind of laugh you gave when you were completely at ease. The kind of laugh Sunghoon heard in his dreams, usually when you were curled up against his chest in the early morning, half-asleep and warm.

He hated that Jake was hearing it now. Hearing you like that.

His fingers twitched against the sheets. He kept telling himself to let it go. That you’d chosen to live with him, not Jake. That you came home to him, not Jake. That Jake was just a friend.

But something about the way Jake looked at you tonight…

Something about the way you looked back…

He didn’t like it.

And he really didn’t like that he couldn’t stop picturing Jake sitting closer. Testing limits. Making some slick little comment that made you blush. Maybe brushing your hair behind your ear. Maybe daring to touch your thigh the way only he should.

Sunghoon sat up. Too hot. Too tense. His jaw ached from clenching so hard.

Then he heard your voice. Closer this time.

You were walking down the hall.

His heart thumped.

A moment later, the door creaked open and you stepped inside, Jake’s hoodie still hanging loose around your frame, swallowing your body in fabric that smelled like him. Not Sunghoon.

You smiled sleepily. “Hey… I didn’t wake you, did I?”

He didn’t answer right away. His eyes flicked to the hoodie. His hoodie—the one he gave you a few nights ago when you were cold—was lying untouched on the desk chair behind you. Abandoned.

“No,” he said, voice low. “Didn’t wake me.”

You crossed the room, clearly unaware of the storm under his calm. “Jake says hi. He’s crashing on the couch now.”

Sunghoon hummed in response, barely a sound. You were already climbing into bed, pulling the covers over your legs.

“You okay?” you asked softly, glancing at him.

“Fine.”

You gave him a look, like you didn’t believe him—but you didn’t push. You just curled up on your side, facing away from him.

Silence.

His eyes dropped to your waist. The hem of the hoodie had ridden up just slightly, exposing the curve of your hip, your bare thigh peeking out. He knew you weren’t wearing anything under that. Not when you’d been lounging in the living room all night in it.

Wearing his hoodie like that would’ve had him touching you already.

But this? Jake’s?

“Take it off,” he said suddenly.

You blinked, turning back toward him. “What?”

Sunghoon’s eyes were sharp now, burning into yours in the dark.

“That hoodie. Take it off.”

You frowned. “Why?”

“Because it’s his,” he said, voice low and tight. “And I don’t want to see you in it.”

You stared at him, surprised by the edge in his tone. “Sunghoon…”

He looked away. “Forget it.”

“No,” you said, sitting up slowly. “Say it.”

“I did,” he snapped, then lowered his voice. “I said take it off.”

You studied him in the silence that followed. The clenched jaw. The barely restrained tension. The heat in his eyes that didn’t match the coolness of his words.

“…Are you jealous?”

He scoffed. “Why would I be?”

You smirked just a little, like you knew exactly why.

That made it worse.

Sunghoon lay back down and turned away from you, teeth gritted, fists curled into the sheets.

He wasn’t jealous.

He wasn’t.

He just didn’t want Jake looking at you like that. Touching you like that. Making you laugh like that.

That wasn’t jealousy.

That was… something else.

Right?

The morning after was quiet.

Too quiet.

You were making coffee in the kitchen, hair still messy from sleep, dressed in one of Sunghoon’s old tees—thankfully his again this time. Jake wandered in behind you, yawning, stretching, acting like this was his place too. Sunghoon sat at the dining table, nursing a mug of black coffee he hadn’t touched, eyes following every move you made.

He watched as Jake leaned casually against the counter beside you, close—too close.

Watched as you laughed at something Jake said.

Watched as Jake’s hand slipped to your shoulder, fingers lightly brushing the fabric of your shirt. “God, you’re still the same,” Jake said, chuckling. “Always trying to make people feel at home, even when you’re half asleep.”

You smiled. “Well, you are a guest.”

Sunghoon’s knuckles went white around his mug.

Jake’s hand didn’t move.

It stayed right there on your shoulder, fingertips warm, possessive, easy like it belonged there.

Sunghoon stood up so fast the chair scraped harshly against the floor. You and Jake both turned to look at him—but before either of you could say a word, Sunghoon was already moving.

He crossed the room in three long strides, grabbed your waist with both hands, and pulled you in without hesitation.

Then his mouth was on yours.

Hard. Hot. Unapologetic.

You gasped, hands bracing on his chest in shock, but he didn’t stop. His grip tightened, one hand sliding up your back to tangle in your hair as his lips crashed over yours again—claiming, tasting, devouring. Like he’d been starving.

You barely had a second to react before he broke the kiss, just enough to speak against your lips.

“He doesn’t get to touch you.”

Your eyes widened, breath caught in your throat. “Sunghoon—”

But he kissed you again—this time slower, deeper, like he was trying to burn the taste of you into memory. Like he wanted Jake to see exactly what you meant to him.

Jake cleared his throat awkwardly behind you. “Dude, seriously?”

Sunghoon pulled away just enough to turn his head, his arm still locked around your waist.

“Yeah,” he said flatly, eyes cold. “Seriously.”

Jake looked between you two, lips parting like he wanted to say something smart—but for once, he didn’t. He just blinked, muttered something under his breath, and grabbed his mug to leave the kitchen.

As soon as he was gone, you turned back to Sunghoon, dazed and breathless.

“…What the hell was that?”

His eyes searched yours, like he couldn’t believe he just did that either. But the flush creeping up his neck said everything he wouldn’t.

“I’m not just your roommate,” he said hoarsely. “And he’s not just a friend. Not when he looks at you like that.”

You stared at him, stunned.

Then a smile tugged at your lips.

“Took you long enough.”

You barely made it to the bedroom before Sunghoon had you pinned against the door, mouth already on your neck, hands roaming with a desperation that had been building for weeks—months, maybe.

“Fucking knew he wanted you,” he growled against your skin, nipping hard just below your ear, “but he’s not the one you come home to, is he?”

You shook your head, breath catching. “N-No.”

“Say it.”

“He’s not,” you gasped. “He’s not you.”

Sunghoon kissed you again, rough and possessive, tugging at the hem of your shirt until it was over your head and on the floor. His eyes dragged down your body like he was seeing it for the first time—like Jake’s hands on you had flipped a switch he couldn’t shut off.

“You’re mine,” he said lowly, pushing you back until your knees hit the edge of the bed. “Mine to look at. Mine to fuck. Not his.”

Then he shoved you down.

You bounced lightly against the mattress, eyes wide and lips parted, heat pooling between your thighs at the sight of him stripping off his shirt and tossing it aside. He crawled over you, caging you in, and leaned down until your noses were nearly touching.

“Bet he thought about it last night,” he whispered. “You in that hoodie. No panties underneath. Just walking around like that.”

You whimpered, his hand sliding between your legs, pressing through the damp fabric of your underwear.

“He doesn’t get to know what you sound like when you beg,” he murmured. “But he’s about to hear it.”

He yanked your panties down, tossing them somewhere behind him, and spread your thighs wide open with a firm grip. His eyes were dark, wild, hungry.

“Say my name,” he ordered as he dipped his head between your legs.

“Sunghoon—!”

You cried out the second his tongue touched you, hot and wet and unrelenting. He licked into you with long, slow strokes, groaning against your heat like he needed it. One arm hooked around your thigh, keeping you locked in place as your hips bucked up toward his face.

Every gasp, every moan, every yes, right there, echoed loud and clear through the thin walls.

And Sunghoon made no effort to be quiet. In fact, he made it louder.

He pulled off for just a second, voice thick and soaked in pride.

“Think he’s listening, baby?” he panted, licking his lips. “Think he knows I’m the one making you cum?”

You could barely answer before he buried two fingers inside you, curling just right, and sucked your clit back into his mouth.

You shattered.

Your thighs clamped around his head, back arching off the bed as you cried his name like a prayer—over and over again.

Sunghoon didn’t stop until you were shaking, flushed, completely wrecked.

Then he climbed up your body, kissing your collarbone, your jaw, your lips—messy and deep and full of everything he hadn’t said before.

“You think he can make you feel like that?” he whispered, lining himself up at your entrance. “Let him listen to what he can’t have.”

And then he pushed in.

Hard.

You both moaned—loud, shameless, hungry. The bed rocked under the force of his thrusts, the headboard slamming against the wall. You couldn’t stop the sounds he dragged out of you even if you wanted to—whimpers and cries and broken sobs of please, more, don’t stop.

Sunghoon gritted his teeth, gripping your hips tight. “Yeah… that’s it. Louder. Let him fucking hear how good I make you feel.”

He angled his hips and hit that spot—your voice cracked.

“Sunghoon—fuck—!”

He leaned down, lips brushing your ear.

“That’s right, baby,” he growled. “Scream for me.”

[quarterlifekitty]

IDEA IN MY MIND‼️‼️

Okay, so based off the kidnapping group chat, I think to think that every once in awhile, they'll meet up and let their kidnapped partners interact with each other while they drink beer and watch football together.

It's like, a really fucked up hangout session.

Here’s how you can tell who’s who at a meetup like this!

cw: kidnapping, dark, references to physical violence, etc

Gaz’s girl is wearing leggings, a sweatshirt, and one of his baseball caps. She’s giving everyone dirty looks and picking at the skin on her fingers.

Price’s girl is in a knee-length dress, a delicate gold chain necklace, and dangling gemstone earrings that match the dress. She keeps looking over at Price— like she’s trying to make sure he can see her behaving. She has some heavy eye bags.

Ghost’s girl is wearing one of his t shirts and some loose shorts. She’s got bruises in the shape of his fingers on her wrists and the column of her throat. She’s handcuffed to him with a few feet of chain for slack between them.

Nikolai’s girl is wearing long sleeves that come to a cinched ruffle at the wrist, with a shapeless corduroy dress overtop (a bit of a smock) that goes to her knees, with stockings underneath. She’s perfectly behaved, and has a little silver cap on the remainder of her left pinky finger.

How can you spot Soap’s girl, you may ask.

Well, Soap’s girl is the one wearing a metallic collar with a red light on it. I’ll let you guess why that is.

[rotthepoet]

Bsf!theo casually being your secret hookup friend and makes it really obvious but also denies it too anyone who asks 🤡

MWAH‼️ (thats me kissing your clever brain because i love it)

I think it would begin as an actual genuine friendship. You two just get along so well, studying together, sitting by each other in the great hall, gossiping and giggling as one does. Theo just adores you, you’re the light of his life tbh

But i mean. You have needs. He has needs. It happens for the first time after a late night smoke sesh. You’re laughing and joking around and you’re play fighting. Start shoving each other around, all fun and games. You end up on your back, Theo on top of you. And like. It’s all silent for a minute. Just a minute. Then just… you both feel the energy shift and you’re making out on the floor. Its messy and he’s groping you, feeling everything he can, kissing down your neck, and really one thing leads to another and you’re in his bed taking it doggy style.

And yeah, It was really just supposed to be a one time thing. Nothing should change. You were just high and horny at the same time, it’s not weird unless you make it weird.

But then… it just… keeps happening.

And neither of you are in any rush to stop it.

Lets take a pause, just one moment please and thank you. I just want to say I think Theodore has a very high sex drive. Gets his mind off things, considers it a workout, and it just feels good. He is a gorgeous man, so its not hard to find willing partners but something just hits harder here. Maybe its the thrill of sneaking around. The knowledge that he’s fucking his friend on the regular and then pretending it never happened.

He stops seeing as many people- obvs not cutting everyone off because hes a bit of a man whore(he doesn’t want you to get sick of him)- and he doesnt even realize it. He just… likes you more than all his other hoes🙏

Anyways! Its kinda obvious that Theo and you have something going on. Prolonged glances at each other, biting your lip at him, him grazing his hands over your hips while he whispers something in your ear that makes you blush. Man goes out of his way to “subtly” slap your ass.

Its Draco and his big mouth that say anything first. Their whole crew is sitting in the Common Room, just idly chatting and playing cards. When conversation eventually gets stale, Draco sits back and looks Theodore dead in the eyes. “Nott, are you dating that… “friend” of yours?”

And he means it in a cheeky teasing way. Because how can Theodore Nott, local playboy, be settling down?

And Draco expected a solid “yes, and what of it?”

He didn’t expect the most casual “nah” anyone could muster.

And heads turn, Blaise raising a brow because he was certain you and Theo were an official item. Questions begin rising, and Theo just shrugs them all off like its all rumors.

“So you aren’t hooking up with them?”

Nope

“Youre really just that touchy? It came out of no where.”

Dunno, mate, shit happens and people change.

And he’s biting back a smirk because his mind is on you again and suddenly he’s faking a yawn and excusing himself to many protests. He misses your body(he misses you he misses you so bad its genuinely such a distressing feeling in his chest when he cant see you all day)

He swallows all those feelings though. Youre just a friend.. with benefits? Just a friend with benefits. Nothing more. He doesn’t even like tear up a little bit when you play with his hair after he finishes. Like. Its not that deep.(it is that deep. Its so deep. Its miles deep. Hes so down bad.)

And its not like hes ever going to admit it. Hes just gonna keep hooking up with you and pushing those feelings away.

Swallowing those feelings won’t stop him from punching some dude for dancing a little too close to you at a party, though.

[egurt]

"daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird"

Trein,Crewel,Sam (separataly) x gn!reader

summary: reader is tired, they noticed. basically father figures headcanons¿

‼️ English isn't my first language (⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ strictly platonic!!!!reader is yuu. this is my old draft i hope it is as good as i remember

To be honest, all of this was starting to irritate you. Your friends' endless overblots, their indifference to your problems… Hell, they don't even ask how you're doing! None of them! And you're practically fainting from overwork and poor nutrition. Although it's not their fault that you have such a disgusting daily routine and lifestyle, right? But they could at least ask for the sake of decency.

The inaction of the Headmage was also getting on your nerves. This useless parody of a principal was diligently (no) trying to pretend that he was trying to find a way to get you home, but you seemed to have completely resigned yourself to the fact that this would never happen. And Crowley still had the courage to call you to his office every Friday, ask how your studies are going, knowing full well that everything is terrible, give you three and a half yen for living expenses and forcibly throw you out of his office! By the way, you haven't heard from him for a long time.. Is he on vacation again!? What a jerk-!

In general: You are tired. Very. Very much. It's like your friends don't care, you will never see your family again, and you have two hryvnias and one kopeck for living expenses.

Although, even if you think that no one notices your exhaustion, you are wrong.

Someone did notice.

Mozus Trein.

The old man has a nose for teenage problems, he is a real father, one of the few teachers, if not the only one, who has children

who had..

in general, he knows how depressed children behave. Experience!

"Perfect." - a male voice, this time imbued with a previously unfamiliar warmth, tears you out of your stream of thoughts. You raise your head only to see that you are left with your precious professor all alone in the classroom. It takes you a few seconds to realize that they are talking to you and that the room is empty.

The professor looks at you, the tense frown on his face softens when your eyes meet. - "It seems you spend too much time with Kingscholar, he is a bad influence on you, you are already starting to fall asleep during my lectures." - Trein shakes his head, but his tone is light, as if he is trying to joke.

"Ah…" - you straighten up, rubbing your eyes, trying to get rid of a horse dose of fatigue. - ".. I'm sorry, Professor, too much workload lately."

Trein puts his fingers on his chin and closes his eyes. - "Let me ask what kind of workload? I can't remember me burying you in too many assignments? Is Crewel being too harsh with you? Maybe I should figure it out-.."

"No, absolutely not!!" - you rush to interrupt him, waving your hands. - "Professor Crewel is not to blame for anything! It's Crowley who is piling a lot of work on me."

"Hm."

After that, you very clearly felt the difference between what kind of workload you had before and what you have now.

Unbeknownst to everyone, Trein was softer, more gentle and affectionate towards you: He praised you more often, called you to him after classes just to chat and relax, to talk about your problems.

It's so warm and cozy next to him, as if you were sitting by the fireplace under a fluffy knitted blanket, sipping ginger tea with milk.

He's your outlet, the one you can come to in any state and he will give you that parental love and care that you so lack.

Oh, how he misses his daughters.

10/10 ideal father figure.

Divus Crewel.

"Pup, come to me after class." - Crewel's voice, like a whip, cuts through the concentrated silence of the classroom. His tone sounds like a threat, a question rushes through your head: what have you done? Your classmates cast sympathetic glances at you, as if they have already sung the last verse for your soul.

But you silently fulfill the request, as always. When the classroom was empty at the end of the lesson,Crewel with some suspiciously serious and displeased look, which looked too much even for him, crossed his legs and looked at you so persistently and intensely that you could practically physically feel a hole being burned inside you.

"You… wanted something, Professor?" - you ask, awkwardly playing with the sleeves of your shirt, which is unforgivably big on you.

"I'd like to know what's going on with you." - Crewel begins. - "When you first came here, I could write off your shortcomings and mistakes to the fact that you're new to this world and just adapting, but now… You've been here for two years and you still make the stupidest mistakes in my lessons." - The professor leans back in his chair, twirling his pen between his fingers. - "But you're not stupid and I know it. So the only explanation for your sloppy approach is… fatigue." - The man concludes, looking at you with either condemnation or regret, it's hard to say.

You rush to come up with empty excuses, to tell the professor that everything is fine, that nothing bothers you, that it seems to him, but he covers you up faster, before you can utter a word: - "Let me guess, a ragged parrot is unable to take care of his most valuable student?" - He sees how you immediately quiet down, confirming his point.

"I see. So, listen to me, pup." - Crewel says,a little softer than his original commanding tone. - "If you need anything, then don't be shy, come to me."

He worries about you, sincerely worries. But what angers him most is the fact that Crowley is the reason for your fatigue.

Crewel almost killed Crowley after your conversation, he was ready to rip out all the feathers of this pigeon, for the way he behaves.

Why does Crowley avoid you when he sees you next to the professor?

He will not treat you in any special way in class, at least, he thinks so.

Crewel himself does not notice how he speaks to you much more tenderly and softly than to the others. The way he unconsciously ruffles your hair like you're some little animal, the way he turns a blind eye to some stupid mistake while checking your test, for which he would mercilessly take a couple of points off if it were another student.

You like chatting with him, especially gossiping. He turns out to be a very good friend, haha. But his advice, despite all his tenderness and warmth towards you, is quite harsh and firm.

"You need to be firmer." or "Don't let them treat you like that. You're not some kind of dirty mutt, right?"

8/10 great father figure, but maybe he shouldn't coddle you in front of everyone, it's not professional! Although, who cares? 10/10.

Sam. why doesn't he have a card yet(

You stood at the counter, looking as pathetic as you could, staring at your planned purchases - tuna for Grim and a couple of packs of instant noodles. You didn't have enough money. You really didn't.

Sam could have sworn he almost burst into tears right there on the spot along with you, just from looking at your saddened face. - "Hey, hey, wait-!" Sam reaches across the counter to grab your sleeve before you can leave without buying anything. - "I'll give it to you for free!"

You blink at him, not quite sure if he's serious or not, because well… it's Sam. But he's dead serious. - "Really..?"

The man exhales, completely taken aback by your innocent charm. - "Yeah, really." - And at that moment Sam was ready to give you all the treasures of his shop, just to see how a spark of joy flashes in your eyes, how a bright, sincere smile blossoms on your lips, and how you, infinitely grateful, shower him with gratitude.

He would like to see more often how your tired face lights up with a smile.

Sam knows firsthand about your money problems, the fucking bird does not give you enough!

He is ready to offer you a part-time job in his shop.

Believe me, he will pay you much more than Crowley.

He absolutely gives you generous discounts, and when he feels especially generous, he can even give the goods for free, if it is a food item. (Just don't tell the other students, otherwise they will get even more impudent!)

Sam thinks that he can do little to help, not imagining how happy you are that you can eat something other than miserable noodles.

He's too young to be a father! At least that's what he told you. But he's willing to put up with being an older brother or a cool uncle. So 7/10 father figure, 10/10 cool uncle

[fruittt-punchhh]

Pop My Cherry!

all parts

Synopsis: your dad's best friend is none other than Toji Fushiguro, and you can't help but wonder what he could do with his hands.

Characters: Toji Fushiguro x reader.

Content: Minors Do Not Interact! smut, afab! reader, fem! reader, dad's best friend! Toji, suggestiveness, cursing, inexperienced (ish) reader, reader is a virgin but has done things ya know, female masturbation, male masturbation, mutual masturbation, getting caught in the act, reader smokes weed, alcohol usage, pet/ affectionate names, age gap (reader is 24, Toji is in his 30s), Toji calls reader (doll, slut, bitch, etc.), big dick! Toji, cunnilingus (f! receiving), fingering, just smut tbh.

Word Count: 3.7k-ish

Notes: hello again lovelies! here is pt. 4 of pop my cherry! I hope you guys have been digging it bc I def have❤️‍🔥🫶 also, reader finally gets her coochie ate🗣️🗣️🗣️can we get some w’s in the chat or some hoorays because we finally made it lmao. lemme know what you think!!! enjoy you filthy rat🐀💖🫶💋‼️ also, credits to kithsune and reveriesources for the banners! check them out!

“Poor baby, can’t even make yourself cum. You need Toji’s help, huh? Lemme show you, love”

Toji has you on your back with your knees pressed to your chest, his mouth hovering over your pussy. You can feel his breath on you as he takes in the sight before him.

“You have such a cute fucking cunt, you know that? Can’t believe no one’s knocked you up yet, girl.”

You feel your pussy clench around nothing as you try not to beg him. Anything would be better than him staring you down like this.

“T-Toji, I’m nervous. I-I’ve never done any of this before, what if I-“

“Just be quiet and let me eat, y/n. Haven’t eaten all day and I’m fucking starving.”

He trails sloppy kisses from your thighs, down to your juicy pussy. He licks a long stripe on the side of your pussy, and sucks on your outer lip. He chuckles at how you squirm. He loves watching you melt for him. He’s desperate to pound into you but he knows he’ll break you if he doesn’t properly stretch you out first. Even the most, ahem, experienced of women have a hard time adjusting to his size.

“Lemme make you feel good, okay doll? Wanna watch you come undone for me.”

Without any warning, he flattens his tongue to lap up all of your juices as he licks your entire pussy. You moan and instinctively grab a fistful of his hair to ground yourself.

“Kinky are we, huh? Gonna have to grab it harder than that.”

You do as your told as Toji eats you out like a man starved. He’s full on moaning into your cunt as he sucks on your swollen clit. You taste so fucking good for him. Like candy.

“Like w-what?”

Oh. Toji freezes before he’s looking up into your eyes.

“Yeah baby doll, this pussy is sweet like fucking candy. I could do this for hours, but I don’t think you could handle it. I need you to cum all in my mouth, can you do that f’me princess?”

You cry out as he goes back to devouring you, bucking your hips into his mouth. You feel out of control at this point. You’ve been basically edging yourself all day thinking about Toji. Now, he’s in front of you eating you like this is his last meal. You didn’t know how much more you could take. You felt that familiar burning in the pit of your stomach as your orgasm approached.

“F-fuck, mngh Tojiiiii, m’gonna c-cum”

Shit, he wanted to say something to send you over the edge, but he didn’t want to stop his work on your clit for fear of you not finishing. Besides, you tasted like fucking gold on his tongue and he’d be damned if he let a little dirty talk stop you from cumming on his face.

“Oh my, ohmygooood, m’cumming baby fuuuuck”

Your orgasm crashed into you, hard, and you thought you were going to pass out. No one has ever even touched you like this before, let alone devoured you whole. It felt sinfully good and you were cumming so quickly. You had no idea why you had waited this long to get some head, but you were surely addicted at any rate.

Toji doesn’t let you rest from your high, instead intent on overstimulating your abused cunt. He needed to taste every last drop, so he shoves his thick tongue inside your tight hole. If he could drink you until the well ran dry, he would.

“T-Toji please, s’too much, mmmmhh”

You were seeing stars at this point. His tongue plunging in and out of you, and his big nose was rubbing on your clit in a way that you thought should be illegal. You couldn’t help but hump into his face, desperately chasing your next orgasm much too soon.

Toji came up for air to take you in as you lie before him. He had to grip his cock again, nearly bruising the base of it. You had this dreamy, fucked out look on your face. Tears streaming down your temples, hair ruffled, and lips nearly bleeding from how hard you were biting them. He still held your legs taught against your chest, not giving you anywhere to run.

“It’s not too much, girl, I know you can take it. We’re just getting started, babe.” He says as he licks his lips and chin obscenely, trying not to waste any of your sweet nectar. He releases the hold on your legs, much to your relief. You finally felt like you could take a deep breath for the first time since you two began.

Your relief was cut short.

“Hold your legs up for me doll, need’ta stretch her out nice and good for me. Don’t want ya’ cutting my dick in half with that tight pussy of yours”

You obediently wrapped your hands around the back of your knees, pulling your legs back up into their original position. Of course, the original position had you bent entirely in half thanks to Toji’s brute strength, but this would do just fine. You bite your lip as you look down at him. You know what’s coming. You’ve been thinking about it for the past twelve hours and now that it’s happening, you don’t know if you should be elated or terrified.

“Good girl, hold ‘em just like f’me”

Toji looks at your glistening cunt and feels like he is suddenly 25 again, bursting with hormones and energy. Your pretty pink pussy was making a wet spot on the bed, but a little more couldn’t hurt right? He spits on your pussy, watching it drip down your clit, your folds, and inside of you. He was supposed to be ruining you, but goddammit if he didn’t feel as ruined as ever looking at your cute, helpless expression.

You yelp out as Toji lightly slaps your pussy. Not enough to hurt, but the stinging was still there. At this point, you were so desperate for him, you think you’d let him kill you if it’d meant he’d fuck you first.”

“S’probably gonna hurt, but I’ve gotta get you ready, okay love?”

(not toji being.. sweet?)

Toji runs his two fingers along your glistening slit, coating himself with your wetness. He places a sweet kiss to your clit before he’s pushing his middle finger into you, slowly.

“H-holy shiiit, ohmyg-ooood,” you choke out. It was better than you could have imagined. You fingered yourself once in a blue moon. It wasn’t your favorite past time since you could never make yourself cum that way. But this felt worlds better than what your small fingers could do. He’s barely starting pumping into you before you’re a whining mess underneath him.

Toji is rutting his cock into the mattress below, desperate for any sort of touch. You were driving him insane with those cute little gasps and whimpers. He could only dream of how slutty you’d sound when you were stuffed full of his cock.

“Fuck, look at you. Already ‘bout to cum, huh?”

You lift your head up to look down at Toji while he finger fucks you. He’s going almost too slow, but the stretch told you it was necessary. He wasn’t even eating your pussy anymore. His eyes were glued to the beauty in front of him.

He loved watching how your tight hole almost sucked his digit in, and he couldn’t imagine how heavenly you would feel clenching and sucking around his cock. He felt his mouth watering for another taste of you. He locks his lips to your clit and with a harsh suck, he starts moving his finger faster.

You were a writhing mess for him and you already felt your orgasm creeping up on you yet again. You were sure you could cum just from him fingering you alone. The sight of him taking in every part of you, watching you so closely while you whined for him; it was too much. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, he starts suckling on your bud and pumping into you faster and faster.

He keeps pulling away from your clit, sucking on it and releasing with an obscene pop! He keeps giving you little kitten licks to tease you while you huff in frustration. You grab a chunk of his black hair and pull him into you, forcing him to stay glued to your clit. In doing so, you released one of your legs, letting it rest on the bed as Toji devoured you.

Well now, that simply wouldn’t do. While he didn’t mind you being aggressive with him, he needed those plush thighs up and out of the way so he could consume every part of you.

“No ma’am, hold those legs or imma do it for you,” he winks, and you feel yourself losing it. You didn’t know if you had the strength to hold them anymore. The pace he was going at, his tongue feeling too fucking good on your clit. Your legs were starting to shake and they were tired, and you were scared you might clasp them together on his head whenever he made you cum next.

Noticing your failure to pull your legs back up, he takes his hand off of his long cock and uses it to shove your knees back to their original position.

“H-holy shiiiit Toj-“ you can’t even finish your exclamation before your breath is stolen from you. He pushes another thick finger inside of your soppy cunt and just goes to town, sucking and moaning on your clit.

“-told ya’ t’watch that mouth, bitch,” he says, muffled by your sweet pussy as he tries his hardest not to fuck you within an inch of your life on his fingers.

The stretch was painful, but it only added to the sensations you were overwhelmed by. Your high still hadn’t worn off, so Toji, who would normally be considered a 10/10 pussy eater, was feeling more like a 100/10.

“Mmmmh, I bet you wanna cum so bad, huh doll? Should I give it to you? Have you earned it?”

Toji smirks as he sees the look on your face. He has never seen anyone look so desperate and needy for anything in their life. As if you were a glass of water in the desert and she was dying of thirst. That look might kill him if he stares too long.

While he awaits your answer, he continues torturing your pussy with the slow thrusts of his big fingers.

“Y-yess, oh god, yes, I-I promise I’ve been good for you, sir”

Have you lost your mind?? The nicknames Toji gave you made you weak, so you wanted to try one out. What if he thought it was stupid???

Sir? He didn’t want to let on that the little nickname you just gave him had his dick spurting precum all over the mattress. You were so desperate to cum, he started to almost feel bad for you.

“Sir, hah, you must wanna cum real bad, huh? Do it then, bitch. Cum on my fingers if you want it so bad,” he says as he quickens his pace, and starts curling his fingers inside you with every thrust. He figured he had teased you enough and you looked like you’d explode if you didn’t get your release. He started sucking on your clit again, anxious to feel how tight you’d get when you came for him.

“Fuck, baby please, just-just like that, I-I’m, shit, gonna cum, ohmygoooood,” you whined. You thought it couldn’t get any better until he was curling his fingers inside of you, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. That was the spot you would fail to reach every time you fingered yourself, so you hardly bothered with it. He kept hitting that spot, over and over again. You were going to cum any second now. Your felt your stomach tighten so much you were scared you’d burst. You knew your orgasm was approaching, but it felt so much more.. intense. It was almost like the pressure you feel when you have to pee really bad, you thought. But you had used the restroom when you came in from tanning, so surely you didn’t have to go again, right???

Toji looked up at you while he ate you, listening to your moans turn into gasps and cut off breaths. You were so close, he knew it. He couldn’t let up now, he needed to feel you cum. He had to mentally prepare himself for how tight you’d get when you were cumming on his cock later.

He speeds up his movements, not letting you have a moment without constant stimulation. He was going to pull this out of you one way or another. With one final thrust of his fingers, you were screaming.

Your pussy clenches on his fingers so tight, they’re nearly pushed out of you from the sheer pressure. He never lets up, drinking in your juices as you squirt all over his face. Jesus Christ, you couldn’t stop. You were groaning with how intensely your orgasm washed over you. You thought squirting was just a thing in porn! You never knew any of your friends to do it. But here you were, gushing around Toji’s big fingers like you were on cam.

Toji thought he might cum seeing you like this. You were screaming underneath him, attempting (poorly) at pushing his head back, your thighs squeezing together as the stimulation was beginning to be too much. Your pussy squeezes his fingers so tight as you squirt all over him. He was in fucking heaven.

“Atta’ girl, look at you. You’re ready for me now, yeah?”

“T-Toji?”

You look down at him, still shaking as he pulls his fingers out of you, the sudden loss of his warmth making you whimper. You watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking your cum off of them. He even licks his fucking palm. God, he was feral. He still wasn’t looking at you. Was he talking to your pussy?

“Shut up, girl, wasn’t talking to you. I was asking her, hah,” he laughs. He was so far gone he didn’t know if he’d be able to go another moment without your pretty pink lips on his cock.

“O-oh, s-sorry, Toj-“

He interrupts you, not giving you a chance to finish whatever apology you had come up with.

“You talk too much, brat. Need to stuff that mouth shut.” Just the thought of his dick anywhere near that pretty mouth had him feeling out of control.

Opting to keep your mouth shut like Toji wanted demanded, you (somehow) managed to sit up, crawling on your hands and knees towards him. You continue forward until he is leaning on the footboard of your bed, with his hands placed behind him, holding him up. And what a sight it was.

His cock was stiff, leaking precum all over his shirt. The sight of you crawling towards him like a little minx, tits hanging in front of him, had him going insane.”

“Come here, doll, lemme show you how good you taste”

You sit on his lap, being careful to not sit all the way down on his cock. You were still so sensitive from the orgasms he had yanked out of you. You had to hover on top of him so you wouldn’t yelp from the overstimulation.

You wrap your arms around his neck, ready to have your lips on his after such a long intermission. You close your eyes, ready for him to meet you halfway, when you feel his (still wet) hand grab your chin roughly.

“What, are you scared of it or somethin’, woman? Put that pussy on me, bitch, need to feel how good I did for ya’,” he growls, grabbing your hips as he pushes your heat down onto his throbbing cock.

He wasn’t going to last at this rate. Your hands were in his hair, tugging on it while you moan into his mouth. He had your sloppy cunt running up and down his length, covering every inch of him in your lust. He thrusts his tongue in your mouth, wanting you to taste how good you were for him. It didn’t exactly taste like candy like he claimed earlier, but it wasn’t bad. It was a little sweet, even. He was intoxicating.

Your hips were aching as Toji’s hands were bruising you from the grip he had on them. You felt another orgasm approaching, very apparent from your shaky legs and pathetic moans.

“You sound like such a little slut for me, baby. Ya’know, next time you should record it. We’d make a killing, you just sound too good.”

Next time??? You hadn’t even thought that far ahead yet. You were so lost in the moment you failed to realize that Toji may not ever be able to get enough of you. It wasn’t far from the truth to say you felt the same too, as conflicting as it was. At this point, you were too far gone and you felt too good to care anymore.

You stilled your hips, needing a break and you found it hard to talk with your pussy grinding on Toji’s lap like you were, “T-Toji, god that’s so embar-“

“I didn’t say stop, woman. Learn how to talk while I please you or we’re not gettin’ anywhere,” he says as he grabs your plump ass and rubs you against his cock again.

“S-sorry sir, I just feel like… I s-sound weird, mmmnh,” you respond, moaning as he plants a firm hand on your ass cheek, spanking you.

“Shut the fuck up little girl. Can you see what you did to me, huh? I’m about to cum just looking at you and you sound like a fucking pornstar,” you can’t help but hide behind your hands as you blush for the umpteenth time tonight.

“Don’t hide that pretty face, doll. Ya’know what? You don’t have to post it or nothin’. Just send it to me so I got something to beat off too later, okay?”

The thought of Toji pleasing himself to your voice had you melting. Maybe he’s just super pent up from work and hasn’t got laid in a while? Surely that had to be it. You were a 6/10 on a good day, and you had maybe 1% of the sexual experience that he had.

“Okay, okay yeah we can try next time, I-I guess. Would you really…. touch yourself to it? Why?” You ask, knowing that the plethora of porn available at his disposal was immense. Why would he pick a shitty homemade video of you moaning for him for jack off material??

“That’s it, good girl. You’re such a good fucking girl for me, you know that, y/n? If I had a video of you moaning on top of my dick, it might be the only thing I cum to ever again”

Toji was fucked. Since when is he this honest? To a woman he barely knew, nonetheless. It was so true, though. Having you whining for him, pleasing yourself by using his cock on cam? Pfft, he might not even need to get laid again if you got that video (false).

Your face was beet red at this point. You moaned in response to his confession. Instead of question him further, you decided to take the initiative for once. You kiss him as you finally rub your hands under his tight shirt, feeling how rock hard his torso was. He was sweaty and had just a few chest hairs and you didn’t know why you wanted to rip his shirt off so fucking badly.

“If you wanna see, all you have to do is ask, hun”

“Please Toji, I want to see all of you. Please, I’ll do anything,” you confess, because it was true. You wanted to see him just as exposed as you were right now.

“Oh, anything, huh? Even if I wanted you to suck every last drop of your cum off my cock?” If you kept grinding your little pussy all over him like this, he was going to finish well before he intended to. If you sucked him off, at least he could have a break from the constant friction you were giving him.

“Oh… I mean, yes, yeah I would. I wanna be a good girl for you, Toji,” and to be fair, you had been dreaming about how he would taste, and how quickly he’d fill up your mouth with his massive cock. Your mouth started to water as you waited for his response.

Jesus Christ. He didn’t think you’d be so quick to agree, but he also didn’t know just how wrapped around his finger you were. The thought of stuffing your throat full of him was intoxicating, and he was scared he may not last long enough to fuck your tight cunt like he needed to.

“That’s what I thought, baby doll,”

He watches your heavenly figure as you lift off of him, scooting back to come face to face with his throbbing dick.

You were impossibly nervous. You wanted to do a good job, but all the other blowjobs you’ve given before were for much, much smaller dicks. You’ve never even made a guy finish with just your mouth before, always being interrupted by roommates or your jaw being so tired that you had to jerk them off to finish the job. But you were determined to make Toji feel good after how hard he made you cum.

“Uh-uh, what do ya’ think you’re doin’, woman? Get on your fucking knees,” he spits. He knows with his extreme size and girth, it’d be much easier for you to take more of him if you were on your knees and had your throat at that angle. Plus, seeing you on your knees throating his cock was a requirement at this point.

“Okay, yeah sure, s-sorry,” you say as you step off the bed and get on your knees in the floor in front of the wall. You sit back on your heels as you wait for him, the excitement rushing through your entire body.

“Girl stop apologizing and just make it up to me, yeah?”

pt. 5

@scorpiosugar mwahahah

[gracie-eilish]

roommate!billie au [pt. 1??]

warnings: reader is described to be sorta feminine (this is self indulgent… and maybe a bit true for some people not for gracie tho👀🫢??????? pls let me indulge in my college fantasy’s😭)

an: i was inspired by all the au’s that have little blurbs within them as well as just headcannons and thought what a fun way to write some stories in one story! so, credit to whoever started doing these!!🥳🥳 (someone pls in the comment tell me who it was so i can tag them properly and praise them for their creativity‼️‼️‼️)

roommate! billie, who seemed like a complete sweetheart over text all summer!!

she’s very close with her family, a music production major with a minor in songwriting, vegan, has a dog named shark, originally from the LA area, and just all around good vibes.

roommate! billie, who moved in first, leaving you surprised to see a half decorated room when you arrive with your own crew.

she was respectful of your side of the room. hers was decorated with vintage music posters, soft lighting, a guitar in the corner, a keyboard where her desk would be, photos of presumably her family and friends, it looked fun! cozy!!

roommate! billie, who made your heart drop when she walked into the room after returning from saying goodbye to her family.

you saw some photos from her instagram post on the incoming freshmen page, but my god real life was so different. she had the brightest blue eyes you had ever seen, perfectly placed freckles decorating her cheeks, a slight sunburn from her recent beach trip, fiery red hair at the roots, pink pillowy lips.. pillowy?? what a weird thing to think…..

roommate! billie, who insisted you both stay up all night chatting and getting to know each other since classes didn’t start till monday.

she has an older brother named finneas and basically a sister in law named claudia, she loves to hang out and vibe but isn’t a huge partier- but she won’t say no to one if the occasion arises- she wants to be a producer/songwriter when she grows up, she’s not labeled but she does like guys and girls…your heartbeat quickened at that thought.

she thought your side of the room was cute so far. soft y/f/c bedspread, a thousand of soft pillows, the cute fairy lights and photos tacked onto the wall. comfy slippers on the floor next to your slightly lofted bed, matching the fluffy step stool.

she had a glint in your eye that made you shy… it’s just because it’s the first day.. right?

roommate! billie, who found you adorable. she was hanging on your every word the whole night, laughing and smiling and enjoying getting to know you.

roommate! billie, who couldn’t fall asleep that night, and couldn’t help but notice how peaceful and cozy you looked across the room.

she giggled a bit at your zillion pillows propping you up, the eye mask covering your face, your matching pj set, the little humidifier glowing a soft purple “because blue light is bad for your eyes but blue is a calming color. so the purple adds in the red which cancels out some blue light and promotes sleepiness.” she bit her lip, hiding a smile at your yapping.

roommate! billie, who quickly became your best friend on campus, like so many roommates do. you both walked to the meal hall together with some of your other shared friends, you pregamed and went to parties together, you both studied and did homework in the library together, you name it and you’ve probably done it together.

… almost literally. one night after a party, billie had had one too many while claws leaving her tipsy as can be. after seeing her pound the last one, you opted for water the rest of the night knowing you’d be on mama bear duty when you got home.

you had her sat on her bed while you tried to get her changed into pjs.

“cheeky,” she slurred, smirking at you while you. got her top off.

“bils,” you giggled. “please just let me get you into pjs. you need to go to bed.”

“okayyyyy, but can i tell you a secret first?” she pouted up at you while you got an oversized tee over her head.

“what’s up?”

“y’so pretty,” she slurred with a big dreamy smile on her face. you scoffed and rolled your eyes, not knowing why you were blushing all of a sudden.

“and you’re drunk, missy.”

“m’serious!! thought so the first day we met. cute little matching athletic set on and your little ponytail,” she followed your guide and laid down on her side while you pulled her blanket up. “y’were so cute talking about your blue or purple sleepy lights.” her eyes drifted closed and before you knew it she was out like a light.

… why was your heart beating so fast?? why were you smiling so big? how did you get so sweaty???

before getting into bed you flipped your calendar to the next page.. it was only september…

[ellieslob]

★ streamer ellie!

ways to help palestine!!!

S★ she started with fornite and minecraft gameplays but went viral for playing girly video games and screaming with pure rage and desperation if she loses or if her chat tells her the outfit she made was ugly asf😭

S★ she deadass will say “u guys clearly don’t know about fashion like i do” n then pull outfits like this:

S★ she used to be so fucking afraid that her face reveal went like dream’s that she posponed that shit for like a year. when she finally did it she ended the stream, turned off her phone and went to bed covering her body completely, while sniffing and crying “my career is over ”

S★ after her face revealed her account went even more viral, people started to make thirst traps of her and edits, videos, even fanfics, she got a little more comfortable with showing her face. her favorite edits were to songs like ride, baby by me, hey daddy (daddy’s home) and a song in spanish called vaquero, they were just so funny to her😭

iloveellie: she’s daddying so hard‼️

ewisinthechat: aw you guys really see me as a father figure?😺🫶

brondon444: 😭

kvcjjsaj: 😭

loverboydsa: 😭😭😭

“hey why is everyone crying in the chat, is everyone okay?”

S★ she really loves the cat emojis, specially this one 😻

S★ out of all her platforms (aside from twitch) she uses twitter the most, she tweets without a second thought in that head, without filter, like zero hesitation and then apologizes if she said something way too controversial.

ewisinthechat2: have you had that feeling when someone is so stupid you want to stab your eye with a fork? #kys

ewisinthechat2: k, i guess u have not😅…

S★ she was practically new to tiktok, so the first moths she had her likes public, she didn’t even know that was possible on the app. but if you click on it all you could see were shit post and memes that a dad would like, all except for a big section of aprox thirteen videos, one after the other, all with the same girl.

sckerforellie18: did u guys saw ellie’s likes? i think she’s stalking that poor girl😭

slaybabesew: HAHAH WAIT IS REAL, IS SHE HER GILFRIEND???

elliesaheymamasg: she’s so hot wait😩

heyemogirlbb: it’s her @girlypop66

S★ the chat started to tag you to every single one of her videos on tiktok, her photos on instagram, tagging you on things like “hi, could you please date my mom?🤗” or “my new mommie😻” EVEN in her questionable tweets telling you “we know she’s crazy but give her a chance😭”

S★ one day you waked up to your phone being practically broken from all the notifications, you still had your little pink iphone 6 and you had to buy another one because of it.

Instagram

girlypop: hi um i don’t think we really know each other but people are tagging me on your videos😭 love them though

S★ ellie was in a stream, the chat had to make her laugh and spit the water so she was reacting to videos that her chat had send her. when that notification appear on the screen, she read it, gulped the water, looked dead ass serious at the camera and turned off the stream.

elliewilliasm: omg hi, im so sorry i didn’t know, I’ll tell them to spot

elliewilliasm: spot*

elliewilliasm: STOP**😭

you laughed in your new phone, she was funny, and for what you had seen in all the posts that you were tagged on, very pretty too.

girlypop: hey would you like to grab coffee sometime?

ewisinthechat: TO EVERYBODY IN THE CHAT, THANK YOU, YOU GUYS ARE THE FUCKIN BEST, LOVE YALL, IM SO LUCKY TO HAVE YOU, XOXO😻😻😻😻

GIVEAWAY COMIN FUCKIN SOON💯💯‼️

S★ she was exhausted when she jumped to her bed, after all the crying, screaming, jumping and the extreme tweeting that just said “YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES”, she unlocked her phone again.

elliewiliasm: yeah sure :)

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[yunh0hotteok]

Our Rag Doll

Yunho x Mingi x Reader

Warnings: ‼️

Filthy teasing, dominant tension, build-up, Sexting, D/s dynamics, praise, light degradation, possessiveness, oral fixation, anticipation, choking, spit, orgasm control, spanking, wax play, gag, pain and pleasure, humiliation, biting, rough sex, double penetration

The car door slammed shut behind Yunho with a satisfying thud. He ran a hand through his hair, still slightly damp from the last shot—shirt unbuttoned to the middle of his chest, exposing the lines you knew too well. Mingi was already sprawled in the back seat, long legs spread lazily, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed him.

They were buzzing.

Not from the shoot, not from the camera flashes still echoing in their minds—but from the fact that you weren’t there. You hadn’t been on set today, and that had driven them slowly insane. Every suggestive pose, every shirtless shot, every low murmur from the stylist had only made them think of you: your voice, your skin, your obedience.

Yunho glanced at his phone. His thumb hovered for a second before he opened your chat.

Yunho 🖤:
Still in bed, baby?
You’d better be naked. We’re five minutes into the car and Mingi already has a problem.
And it’s not gonna wait.

Mingi leaned forward from the backseat, reading over Yunho’s shoulder with a low chuckle.

“You’re too nice,” he muttered, unlocking his own phone. “She needs a warning.”

Mingi 🔥:
Hope your throat’s ready.
Because I’ve been hard since the shirtless shot, and I plan to use your mouth the second we walk through the door.

A heartbeat later:

Mingi 🔥:
No touching yourself.
We’ll know if you do.

Yunho tilted the phone slightly, snapped a picture of the bulge in his jeans—impressive and unmistakable—and sent it.

Yunho 🖤:
Look what you’re doing to us.
Bet you’re dripping already.
Be a good girl and wait for us in nothing but that collar.

Mingi hissed softly, palming himself through his pants as the car hit a red light. “Fuck, she better answer soon. I’m gonna lose it.”

“Send her a voice message,” Yunho said, his voice already lower, darker. “Let her hear what she does to us.”

Mingi didn’t hesitate. He hit record.

Voice Message from Mingi 🔥:
“You hear that, baby? That’s my belt unbuckling. Thinking about how your legs shake when we hold you down. I wanna see your mascara ruined before we even fuck you. Be ready.”

Yunho grinned, eyes dark. “She’s going to beg.”

Another message pinged into the chat. This one from Yunho, simple but lethal.

Yunho 🖤:
Ten minutes. On your knees when we walk in.
If we see panties, we’ll rip them off with our teeth.

You’d barely managed to crawl to the center of the living room rug before you heard the front door open.

Their footsteps were slow... Like predators approaching their prey.

You swallowed hard, pulse racing as you kept your eyes low just the way they liked. Naked, collar clasped snug around your neck, hands resting on your thighs—exactly how they trained you. You couldn’t stop your thighs from pressing together, even though you knew they’d punish you for it.

The door clicked shut. Mingi’s voice came first—low, dripping with amusement.

“Oh, baby,” he drawled, stepping into your periphery. “Look at you.”

Yunho’s chuckle followed, deeper, darker, from behind you. “She’s shaking already. Guess someone was touching herself.”

“I didn’t!” you gasped automatically—but your voice was too soft. Too high. Too needy.

They heard the lie through your soft and plump lips.

In a flash, Yunho’s hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back so you had to look into his deepened chestnut eyes. The look on his face? Absolutely devastating. He didn’t even need to speak for your breath to catch in your throat.

“You dare lie to me, sweetheart?” he asked, deadly quiet. “What’s rule number one?”

Your lips trembled. “N-no touching without permission…”

“Exactly.” His fingers tightened. “So unless you want your punishment tripled, I expect the truth. Did our little slut touch her pussy while we were gone?”

You nodded, shame burning your skin, and Yunho clicked his tongue in mock sympathy. “Mingi. You hear that?”

“Mmhm.” Mingi was already stripping off his shirt, standing in front of you now, abs flexing as he undid his belt. “She’s getting cock in her throat before anything else. Might help her remember her place.”

Yunho pushed you forward. “Hands behind your back. Mouth open.”

You obeyed immediately.

Mingi stepped closer, towering over you with that infuriating smirk you loved so much. He gripped his cock at the base. Leaking precum.

“Stick your tongue out, babygirl,” he ordered. “I want to see where I’m fucking.”

You obeyed, eyes wide as he ran the tip across your tongue slowly—back and forth—before spitting into your mouth and tapping his cock against your lips.

“Swallow it.”

You did.

“Good girl.”

Yunho knelt behind you, one hand sliding between your thighs while the other wrapped around your throat. “She’s so soaked,” he growled. “Fucking dripping down her legs.”

“Then let’s ruin her.”

Mingi shoved his cock into your mouth, slow but firm, groaning as your lips wrapped around him. His hands went to your hair, holding your head in place as he thrust deeper—Yunho still teasing behind you, fingers barely grazing your folds.

“You don’t cum until we say, okay?” Yunho hissed in your ear. “Tonight’s about us using you. You’re just a toy.”

Mingi groaned above you. “Our perfect little cocksleeve.”

You moaned around him, overwhelmed already—heat building so fast it felt cruel. Yunho’s fingers finally slipped inside, two at once, stretching you as he sucked a mark into your shoulder leaving his mark on you.

“God, she’s so fucking tight,” he muttered, pulling his fingers out and holding them up to show Mingi. “You wanna taste?”

Mingi grinned wickedly. “Always.”

He pulled out of your mouth just long enough to suck Yunho’s fingers into his mouth, eyes locked on yours as he did it. The sight made you whimper, hips shifting back to chase contact—only to be met with a harsh smack from Yunho on your ass.

“Still disobedient,” he said with a sigh, though the smirk in his voice gave him away. “You’ll learn.”

He stood, unbuckling his pants, and within seconds was lining his cock up behind you.

“Open up, baby,” Mingi purred, sliding back into your throat.

Yunho pushed inside at the same time—and God, you saw stars.

Filled in both ends. Held in place. Used, like they’d promised.

The rhythm they found was merciless—Yunho pounding into you from behind, one hand gripping your waist, the other pulling your collar like a leash, while Mingi fucked your throat with a growl, tears falling from your eyes as he hit the back of your throat. Flushed in the face.

“You look so pretty like this,” Yunho said between thrusts. “Completely ruined.”

“Our little toy,” Mingi echoed. “Just how we like her.”

You were lost in them.

Your face was wet—spit, tears, precum—your mind fuzzy from being filled and fucked. You barely noticed when Yunho slipped out of you, his hand stroking himself lazily as he admired the way your hole fluttered, clenching around nothing.

“She’s trembling,” he said with a smirk. “Mingi, grab the bag.”

Your stomach dropped.

The bag meant punishment toys. Not soft touches. Not praise.

Pain.

Mingi reappeared moments later with the familiar black leather kit in hand, placing it down in front of you with a soft, ominous zip. “You remember what this means, don’t you, baby?”

You whimpered, nodding.

“Color?” Yunho asked, voice deep but careful.

“Green,” you breathed.

“Good fucking girl.”

Yunho pulled you up to your knees again, fingers gripping your chin to look upwards. “You touched yourself without permission. You lied. You thought you could get away with it?”

“No, sir…”

“You’re going to learn tonight,” Mingi muttered, already pulling out a set of silver nipple clamps, thin and cruel with a delicate chain between. “We’re going to break you open.”

Yunho knelt in front of you, running his thumbs over your nipples, pinching and tugging until you gasped, arching into the pain. “Still sensitive,” he murmured. “Perfect.”

Then he nodded at Mingi, who leaned in, attaching the clamps one by one.

Pain lanced through your chest as they bit down, making your whole body jolt.

“Breathe through it,” Yunho said soothingly, even as his hand trailed down to deliver a brutal smack to your inner thigh. “Let us hurt you.”

“Let us use you,” Mingi added, now holding up a thick white candle.

Your eyes widened. He grinned.

“You didn’t think we forgot about the wax, did you?”

He lit it with a click, holding the golden flame high above you as Yunho pulled you over his lap, your ass raised perfectly in the air, thighs already marked from earlier.

“You’ll count,” Yunho said simply. “Ten drops. If you miss one, we start over.”

“Yes, sir…”

The first drop landed on your lower back—hot and immediate, like a spark sinking into your skin. You hissed, fists clenching.

“One,” you gasped.

Then another. Then another.

Each drop was spaced with a pause, each landing lower than the last—down your spine, over your ass cheeks, across the back of your thighs.

“Eight…”

“Such a good girl,” Mingi praised darkly, his fingers tracing over the hardened wax.

“Let’s see if she can take this,” Yunho growled, delivering a harsh spank to your right cheek, then another to the left, alternating until your skin burned and tears pricked your eyes again.

The pain was unbearable. The arousal? Worse.

Mingi reached between your legs, two fingers sliding through your dripping cunt.

“God,” he laughed. “She’s wetter than before. You like being tortured, baby?”

“Y-yes—sir—!”

Yunho yanked the chain between the nipple clamps suddenly, drawing a cry from your lips so loud your throat went raw.

“You’re our perfect little masochist,” he snarled. “So desperate to be…. ours”

“Say it,” Mingi demanded. “Say you want to be used.”

“I—I want to be used—I want to be ruined—I’m yours—!”

Yunho shoved you down onto your back, the wax cracking and flaking off your skin as you hit the floor. He straddled your chest, cock slick and ready again.

“You wanna cum, baby?”

“Yes, please—”

“Beg.”

You sobbed. “Please, please let me cum—I’ll be good, I swear, I’ll take everything, please sir—”

Mingi was already kneeling between your thighs, two fingers inside you, curling just right. His mouth hovered over your clit, but he didn’t touch.

Not yet.

“Please—Mingi, Yunho, I need you—I need to cum, I need you to ruin me—!”

Yunho climbed on top of you. Cock between your voluptuous tits. Rubbing the tip on your tightly squeezed nipples.

That did it.

Mingi slammed his fingers into you as his mouth sucked hard on your clit, finally giving you what you were sobbing for.

Yunho shoved his cock into your mouth again, cutting off your screams as the orgasm ripped through you—violent, overwhelming, painful and perfect.

Your whole body convulsed. You were crying, gagging, choking around Yunho’s cock, but you couldn’t stop. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

And they didn’t stop.

Not until you collapsed, completely spent, the clamps removed, wax peeled away, body trembling from everything they'd given—and taken—from you.

Mingi kissed your cheek softly. “You did so fucking well, baby.”

Yunho stroked your hair, voice low. “But we’re not done.”

His hand wrapped around your throat again, possessive, hungry.

“You’re gonna cum again.”

“And again.”

“Until you forget how to say anything but our names.”

Your body felt like it had been turned inside out.

Muscles twitching, nerves fried, lips raw from sucking, cunt aching from being used—and you hadn’t had enough.

Yunho looked down at you, brushing the sweat-matted hair from your forehead. “Look at her, Mingi. So beautiful.”

Mingi chuckled darkly. “She’s not ruined yet.”

From the toy bag, he pulled out the soft black ball gag with the leather strap—your safe word gag. The one they only used when they wanted to really play.

“She’s drooling already,” Yunho murmured. “Might as well finish the look.”

You whined weakly, but didn’t resist as Mingi strapped it into place. The ball nestled against your tongue, stretching your jaw just enough to remind you you couldn’t speak—couldn’t beg, even if you wanted to.

A click.

The collar.

Thick, black leather with a single silver ring. Yunho buckled it around your neck slowly, like he was marking you all over again.

Then came the leash.

He clipped it on, gave a firm tug.

“Crawl.”

You hesitated. Your arms shook. Legs wobbled.

Another tug.

Yunho’s voice dropped, icy and commanding. “I said crawl.”

You dropped to your hands and knees, every inch of your body screaming in soreness as you obeyed. The tile was cool under your skin. Your juices dripped down your thighs as you moved, eyes glossy behind the gag.

Mingi walked beside you, stroking your hair mockingly. “Look at our fuck toy. Can’t even walk. So pathetic.”

“Mmff—!” you moaned through the gag, thighs clenching.

And then, in front of you—just a few feet from the edge of the bed—they stopped. You froze too, panting, confused.

But then Yunho tugged you closer and stepped back.

And you saw it.

Mingi was palming Yunho’s cock. Slow. Teasing. His eyes locked on you, lips curled in a smirk.

“She wants this,” he said, letting his thumb tease over Yunho’s tip.

Yunho groaned, rolling his hips forward. “But she doesn’t get it.”

You whined, eyes wide and desperate as you watched Mingi drop to his knees. Big, hard, glistening with your spit.

You started crawling forward again instinctively—but Yunho yanked the leash hard.

“No. You stay there and watch.”

Mingi wrapped his lips around the tip, sucking slowly—lazily—like he had all the time in the world. His hand worked Yunho’s shaft with practiced strokes, twisting just right.

Your pussy throbbed and was on fire.

Yunho moaned. “Fuck… her pretty little mouth is open and drooling behind that gag. Look at her. She wants it so bad.”

Mingi hummed in agreement around him, the vibrations making Yunho grunt.

You pressed your thighs together, the ache unbearable, clit throbbing. You needed friction. Anything.

Yunho saw it instantly.

“Did you just grind on the floor like a bitch in heat?” he growled. “You really want to cum that bad?”

You nodded frantically, moaning behind the gag.

Mingi popped off Yunho’s cock with a wet sound, then turned to you. “Go on. Rub that filthy little cunt on the floor. Show us how desperate you are.”

You cried out—humiliated, overstimulated, aching—but you did it.

You spread your knees wider, and slowly began grinding your soaked core against the cold tile. It burned. It wasn’t enough. It was too much.

The leash pulled again—Yunho yanked it until your head tilted back.

“Don’t cum,” he snapped. “If you cum without permission, we’ll edge you all fucking night and not let you finish once. Got it?”

You nodded, tears spilling over as you rocked your hips helplessly against the floor.

And they kept going.

Mingi sucked Yunho off deep now, fingers gripping his hips, throat working around the length as Yunho fucked into his mouth slowly, deliberately.

The slurping sounds. Yunho’s moans. Mingi’s eyes on you the entire time.

You were shaking. You were so close.

And then—

“Stop.”

Everything froze.

Yunho’s voice, cold and deadly.

“Get on the bed. Hands and knees.”

You scrambled up, muscles screaming, vision blurry. They didn’t help you.

Because they liked watching you suffer.

As you collapsed onto the sheets, the leash still dangling, the gag soaked with spit—you knew.

You weren’t just going to cum.

Your body was trembling—leashed, gagged, flushed from crawling across the floor and grinding pathetically for nothing. And now, you were on all fours, chest pressing into the sheets, your ass up and begging.

Mingi smirked behind you. “Look at that hole,” he murmured, spreading your ass cheeks wide. “Red, twitching, already leaking. She’s starving for it.”

Yunho didn’t answer—not verbally.

He leaned down instead, one large hand pushing between your thighs to press his thick fingers into your pussy—already raw and slick from how much you’d been teased. You sobbed behind the gag as two fingers pushed in deep.

Your legs buckled. Mingi caught your waist just in time.

“She’s clenching already,” Yunho said, laughing softly. “We haven’t even started.”

And then the clamps came back.

Cold metal. Rubber-tipped, but still mean. They pinched your nipples sharply, making you whimper—too sensitive, too raw, but it didn’t matter.

Because they wanted the pain.

Mingi slid in behind you, his cock twitching, heavy and thick, dragging along your pussy folds. Teasing.

“Let me,” Yunho said, eyes dark. “You got her mouth last time.”

Mingi grinned. “Be my guest.”

You tried to whine, to protest—but the gag made it useless. Yunho knelt behind you, and without warning, slammed his cock inside with a brutal thrust.

You screamed behind the gag. Your thighs shook violently. You were so sensitive it hurt—but it also made your cunt flutter around him like you were trying to suck him in deeper.

He pulled back slowly—almost lovingly—then slammed forward again, hips snapping against your ass with the force of it. Balls hitting your clit to make a lightning sensation go through your body.

“Oh, fuck,” Yunho growled. “She’s fucking dripping.”

Mingi climbed onto the bed in front of you, tugged the leash tighter until your face pressed into his thigh.

“She’s gonna drown us,” he said, leaning in to kiss Yunho across your back. “You feel how tight she is?”

Yunho grunted. “So. Fucking. Tight.”

Their mouths met over your back—hungry, wet, biting. You could hear the moans they gave each other—could feel their tongues sliding as they kissed above your wrecked body.

Mingi reached down, flicked one of the clamps on your nipples. The sharp pain made you jolt and tighten around Yunho’s cock, which earned you another filthy moan from both of them.

“Oh, she liked that,” Mingi teased. “Maybe I’ll twist the other one.”

You wailed.

Yunho fucked into you harder—snapping his hips mercilessly now, every thrust knocking the air from your lungs. Mingi held your head still by the leash, watching you cry through the gag.

“Such a fucking slut,” he whispered, dragging his fingers down your wet cheeks. “Getting off to pain. Getting off to watching us kiss while you’re nothing but a warm hole.”

Yunho leaned forward, pressing his chest against your back, cock buried to the hilt inside you. He bit your shoulder. Hard.

“Cum,” he growled into your ear. “Now. I want to feel you break.”

The second he said it—your body obeyed. You came hard, clenching around him, convulsing, screaming behind the gag as tears spilled down your cheeks.

Mingi was already rubbing his cock over your face as you came, watching the way you trembled between them. “She’s still squeezing you. You feel that?”

Yunho groaned, hips stuttering. “Yeah. Fuck, I’m gonna—”

And then he pulled out fast and rough, just as Mingi yanked your leash back to tilt your head up—

Hot, thick cum hit your face, your gag, your chest, your clamps. Yunho moaned through his teeth as he stroked every last drop out onto your skin.

But they weren’t done.

Mingi moved behind you now. Lined up his cock with your pulsing, ruined pussy. And slid in slowly.

You sobbed.

“Time for round two, baby,” Mingi purred, kissing Yunho again right above your back. “We’re gonna fuck you until your body gives out.”

“And then we’ll fuck you some more,” Yunho whispered against your neck.

Your body was a mess—face sticky with cum, nipples clamped and raw, cunt wrecked from Yunho’s brutal pace and Mingi’s thick cock still deep inside you. The sheets were soaked. Your thighs were shaking uncontrollably. Your breath came in quick, panicked gasps through the gag.

But they weren’t done.

Not even close.

Yunho was breathing hard, hand still fisted tight around the leash that wrapped twice around your neck now—pulled taut, making your back arch like the perfect little fucktoy you were.

“I want her again,” he growled, staring down at where Mingi was still slowly grinding into you, your walls fluttering helplessly around him.

Mingi chuckled low, teeth dragging across your shoulder blade as he thrust in deeper. “Get in line.”

“I’m not waiting.”

“She’s mine right now.”

“She’s both of ours.”

And then Yunho was yanking the leash even tighter, forcing your head back.

Yunho glared at Mingi and whispered “Do you want to take her at the same time?”

Your eyes flew open wide—gag muffling the desperate little scream that clawed up your throat as Mingi’s cock slipped out of you, only for both of them to push your legs further apart.

You knew what was coming.
Your whole body trembled.

“Think she’s ready?” Mingi asked, thumbing your leaking slit open, watching how sensitive and messy you were.

“She’ll take it,” Yunho answered. “She always does.”

You whimpered, mind swimming, legs weak—but god, your pussy pulsed with need.

The bed shifted under their weight as they both lined up—Mingi first, sliding in halfway with a groan. Yunho followed close behind, the blunt head of his cock nudging against your stretched entrance. It was too much. Way too much.

But you didn’t say stop.

You couldn’t.

Mingi pulled you back against his chest, hand gripping your throat over the leash, whispering filth into your ear as Yunho slowly—brutally—pressed his cock in beside Mingi’s.

Your walls screamed—burned from the stretch, stretched to their absolute limit. The pressure was overwhelming. You writhed, body twitching, head falling back against Mingi’s shoulder.

“You’re taking both of us,” Yunho groaned. “Fucking look at that. You’re no one else’s but ours.”

They paused when they were both fully inside you, buried to the hilt—your pussy stretched wide around them, clenching desperately, your body locked in place like a trembling doll. The clamps still tugged at your nipples, every twitch sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through your nerves.

“Look how full you are, baby,” Mingi growled, licking sweat from your temple. “You were made for this. For us.”

And then they moved.

Together.

Perfect rhythm—deep, slow thrusts at first. The thick drag of both their cocks splitting you open, seeing them bulge from the outside of your stomach, sliding against each other inside your pussy, making obscene wet sounds that filled the room.

You were crying now—tears dripping off your cheeks, mixing with spit from your gag, body shaking violently.

But you weren’t saying stop.
You never would.

Yunho leaned forward, teeth nipping your shoulder. “Gonna fuck you so full you won’t walk tomorrow.”

Mingi pulled the leash tighter. “Gonna pump you full of cum until it leaks down your thighs and you thank us for it.”

You screamed behind the gag as they fucked you harder—merciless now. The bed rocked. Your body jolted with every thrust, your nipples aching from the clamps and the movement. You didn’t know if you were begging or sobbing, if the wetness between your legs was cum or tears or both.

Yunho slapped your ass, hard. “Cum.”

Mingi bit your earlobe. “Fucking now.”

Your orgasm hit you like a truck—squirting out cum, ripping through your body so violently your knees gave out completely. Your vision blurred. Your throat strained as the scream tore through you behind the gag, your pussy clenching down so tight around both of them that Yunho swore and Mingi’s hips stuttered.

They were right behind you—Mingi slamming in deep with a groan, cock twitching as he spilled inside you, Yunho following seconds later with a loud growl, his cum mixing with Mingi’s until it was flooding you, leaking around both their cocks and dripping down your thighs.

You collapsed into the mattress, leash slack, body useless.

But they didn’t pull out.

Not yet.
Yunho’s cock was twitching inside you, Mingi’s hand wrapped around your throat, both of them panting from how hard they’d just come—together, inside you.

But they were looking at each other now.
Dark eyes. Wet lips.
Hungry.

“Open your mouth, baby,” Yunho murmured, tilting your chin.

Your jaw fell open automatically—numb, dazed, obedient. But instead of slipping his cock past your lips, he leaned closer to Mingi.

“You got more left in you?” he asked, licking the corner of Mingi’s mouth.

Mingi smirked. “Taste her with me first.”

And before you could even process what they meant, they were kissing—deep, tongues sliding messily together, groaning into each other’s mouths like animals.

You could see it—see the thick white drips from their lips, the obscene sound of it, the way Yunho sucked Mingi’s bottom lip into his mouth and tasted you. Your cum. Their cum. Everything they'd left inside you, now swirling on their tongues.

You whimpered, eyes wide, thighs twitching from overstimulation as they kissed—sloppier now, spit and cum mixing, dripping down their chins.

“Fucking filthy,” Yunho groaned against Mingi’s mouth.

Mingi growled, grabbing the leash still hanging from your neck and giving it a harsh tug that made you arch. “Look at your messy little hole. You love watching us eat your cum like this, don’t you, slut?”

You nodded desperately, pussy clenching weakly around their still-hard cocks.

And they kept going.

Yunho spit straight into Mingi’s mouth—white and stringy—and Mingi swallowed it with a grin before pulling Yunho in again, their tongues wrestling, cum smeared across both their lips now.

It was so wrong. So nasty. So… sexy.

“Think she deserves to come?” Yunho asked, not even glancing at you—his eyes still locked on Mingi’s as he bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood.

“She’ll cum,” Mingi replied darkly. “When I spit it back in her mouth.”

You moaned—loud and desperate—just as Mingi leaned down, grabbed your jaw, and forced your mouth open again.

“Say ah, baby.”

He spit thick—warm and bitter and dripping straight from that filthy kiss—right onto your tongue.

You gagged slightly. But you swallowed it all.

“Good girl,” Yunho praised, stroking your cheek as he finally pulled his cock from your sore, stretched pussy, letting a flood of cum ooze out after it.

Mingi dragged you up by the leash, guiding you onto Yunho’s lap. Your legs were jelly, your pussy still twitching and leaking from being stretched to its absolute limit by both of them—but Yunho’s cock was already hard again, resting against your sticky folds like it never left.

“Open up,” Mingi murmured, two thick fingers sliding between your thighs, scooping up the thick mess leaking out of your pussy.

You blinked, hazy and broken, before obediently opening your mouth.

He shoved his fingers between your lips—cum-soaked, dripping—and you sucked them greedily, whimpering as the taste filled your mouth again. Your own juices, thick and salty from both their loads, still hot from inside you.

“God, you’re disgusting,” Yunho growled, eyes dark as he watched you swallow. “Look at our little cum slut.”

You moaned around Mingi’s fingers, desperate for more.

“Want more, baby?” Mingi teased. “Want us to fill you back up? Stuff every hole?”

“Yes, please,” you whispered, barely coherent.

Yunho shifted, lining himself up with your messy, abused hole again. “Then sit, sweetheart. You’re gonna warm my cock while Mingi fills that pretty mouth.”

You sank down with a broken cry, your pussy spasming from the overstimulation as Yunho pushed all the way inside—again. The slick mess from earlier helped, but you were so sensitive it almost hurt. Almost. But you loved it. You needed it.

Mingi was already in front of you, cock in hand, stroking himself while watching your cunt swallow Yunho whole.

“Keep her open,” Yunho growled, grabbing your cheeks and forcing your mouth wide.

Mingi stepped closer, cock heavy and dripping. He slapped it against your tongue, sunk it deep enough to hit the back of your throat, then pulling out to spit straight into your mouth again.

You gagged, moaned, took it all.

Yunho was fucking up into you lazily now—just enough to keep you shaking on his lap.

And then Mingi pulled out again—fast—only to jerk himself over your tits, ropes of cum spilling across your chest, your neck, your lips.

“Rub it in,” he demanded, watching you gasp for air. “Smear it on your tits for us. Show us how much you love being our dirty little hole.”

You did—hands shaking as you smeared his cum across your nipples, coating yourself in it. Yunho groaned and reached up to slap one tit, hard, watching it jiggle under the mess. He even went in to lick the nasty mess off your chest.

“Fucking beautiful,” he growled. “Now open up, princess.”

You obeyed.

And Yunho leaned down, spit thick and full of cum—his and Mingi’s—and let it drip right into your mouth.

You moaned, eyes rolling back, tongue out to catch every drop.

“Swallow,” Mingi ordered, stroking himself again as he watched your throat move.

You did.

And Yunho, still buried inside you, held you tight and whispered in your ear—

“We’re not done…”

Yunho and Mingi were still going—drunk off the way you begged, your pussy puffy and leaking, your thighs trembling from how many times they'd filled you.

You were kneeling now, face down on the sheets, leash tight around your throat as Yunho sat in front of you and kissed you slow—tongue in your mouth, spit slick and messy—while Mingi was behind you… and deeper than ever.

Except it wasn’t his cock yet.

It was his fingers—two of them already stuffed inside your ass, twisting and curling while you squirmed and whimpered.

“Think she can take it?” Mingi asked Yunho, voice husky, free hand gripping your hip.

“She can,” Yunho smirked, pulling away just enough to watch the show. “She’s our perfect little toy.”

You barely had time to breathe before Yunho slid his own fingers in beside Mingi’s—thick and rough—and you screamed into the sheets. The stretch was obscene. Four fingers. Then more. Until both their hands were buried knuckle-deep in your ass.

And then they did it.
They laced their fingers together inside you—slowly, methodically—stretching your tight little hole until you were crying, drooling, trembling from how full you were.

“Oh my god—” you gasped.

Your body couldn’t decide what to do—tense or go limp. But they were there, whispering filth into your ear as your ass twitched helplessly around their locked hands.

“You’re taking it so fucking well,” Mingi groaned, licking up your spine. “Look at this perfect hole.”

“Let’s put her to better use,” Yunho muttered, and you felt them pull out slowly—together—with a wet pop that left you gasping, gaping, dripping.

Then—suddenly—Mingi grabbed your thighs, Yunho the leash, and you were lifted. Off the bed, in the air, legs spread, arms dangling as they manhandled you.

“Ready, sweetheart?” Yunho whispered against your cheek.

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

So Mingi just shoved in—thick cock driving straight into your stretched, ruined ass as Yunho stepped behind you and gripped your tits, holding you up, anchoring you between them.

The force knocked the air from your lungs.

They fucked you like that.
Fucked you like a rag doll.

Mingi’s cock was brutal, relentless—slamming into you while Yunho whispered filth into your ear, tugging your nipples, slapping your clit, your whole body bouncing between their hands like a used-up toy.

You couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak.

Just noise—filthy, wet, perfect noise. Slap, moan, grunt, cry.

And when Mingi came inside you, snarling into your neck, cock buried deep, Yunho still didn’t let go.

He kissed you hard, then tugged you down onto his cock too—again—while Mingi pulled out and watched his cum ooze from your gaping ass.

“Fuck her from the front now,” Mingi breathed, eyes wide, still stroking himself. “Make her feel it in her soul.”

And Yunho did.

He jackhammered into your pussy like he wanted to break you, both of them holding you in the air while you screamed, body limp, mouth open in silent sobs of pleasure until you came again—so violently you soaked Yunho’s thighs.

Then finally—finally—they came together. Hot, thick, sticky. One inside your pussy, one leaking down your thighs, both panting against your skin.

And then the three of you collapsed onto the bed. A pile of breathless limbs, cum, spit, sweat.

“Fucking hell,” Mingi murmured, stroking your hair while you trembled, your body twitching between them.

Yunho kissed your cheek, still inside you, cock twitching lazily. “You’re the best thing we’ve ever ruined.”

[killuakiru]

KILLUA AND KURAPIKA HCS for an s/o that gets quiet when she feels left out and jealous? Like when she’s upset she’ll just stop talking unless you talk to her first and she can be rlly sensitive about it 😔 (I’m going thru a weird time dude)

ANYWAYS THANK YOU BYE HAVE FUN TAKE CARE DRINK WATER!💦‼️

HELLO !! Not to fear, for kiru is here to feed you !! ( I hope you're doing okay pookie, thank u for requesting this ily <3 ) I will generalize reader as an introvert here !!! Okay chat I double post since I will be busy tmr !! I will come back prbly during Sunday or Monday !! No promises tho,,, ( PLEASE REQUEST MORE ALKJSDN )

⊹₊⋆ Jealousy is a Strong Emotion!ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

⊹₊⋆ Gn!Reader x K.Zoldyck, K.Kurtaᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

╰┈➤ What they do when their s/o grows quiet during a gathering !

༉‧₊˚. Start !༉‧₊˚.

༉‧₊˚. Killua Zoldyck !ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

• Honestly, with how engrossed he is during the conversation, it takes him a painfully long while to notice that you have suddenly became so quiet and just stared off into the distance.

• When he does though, it's either half way during the conversation, or long AFTER the gathering.

• It's not that he isn't watching over you or paying attention to you, you know that full well because he has his hand intertwined in yours the whole gathering.

• It's js that, sometimes he gets so excited over seeing his friends after a long time, you can't blame the boy! D:

• When he finds out, he instantly assures you, mumbling a soft "I'm sorry if I made you feel left out. Just tell me next time, okay? I got you."

• He isn't the best at giving assurance, and it's painfully obvious. But give him time, you're his first time in literally everything!!

• What happened during though? This is the scenario :

• It was when the og trio + Alluka had finally decided to meet up after all these days. Killu and Alluka was the most ecstatic to finally meet Gon, and you were too! To finally meet one of your best friends after a long and hard time is a dream come true to the both of you.

• When you four met, everything was amazing at first! You four conversed a lot, and you four caught up. Then it just soon came so suddenly where you were just listening in the conversation, even while making small comments. They both would just give subtle acts of acknowledgement that didn't really feel like you were being acknowledged, y'know?

• Feeling suddenly left out despite having a hand in Killua's hand, you grew quiet and upset. The two of them seemed to be having so much fun talking amongst each other, and that's understandable. Inevitably, they were both closer because they were boys, and it is said that two of the same gender get along easily, that's how you and Alluka got along quickly, after all.

• Speaking of Alluka, she was the one that noticed your sudden distance, she tried to tell her beloved older brother, only to be stopped by said significant other, whispering a gentle and soft : "It's okay, Alluka. Let your brother enjoy."

• Alluka gives you a sad expression and hugs you, what a cutie she is, seriously. You absolutely love each other so much, it was so precious.

• After the interaction and you three were heading back, Alluka marched to her older brother with an angry look and pout, upon noticing this, Killua automatically went into internal panic mode. "Your a big meanie, brother!" She exclaims with a huff, making Killua blink twice in confusion, "Wh- Huh? What do you mean, Alluka?" Killua asked in genuine confusion plastered on his face.

• "You made yn cry!" Alluka exclaimed, COMPLETELY exaggerating your reaction. Face palming when Killua whipped his face to your direction, "I didn't cry, Alluka.." You mumbled in an exasperated manner, removing your hand from your face to look at Alluka. "But you were going to!" "Was not." "Are too!"

• "Can we normalize explaining before making conclusions?! What is happening?!" Killua exclaimed to the two girls before him and whipping his face from Alluka and to you. "You were ignoring yn!" Alluka exclaimed in a straightforward manner, running to you and hugging your waist while giving Killua an upset pout, as if she was the one that was being left out.

• "..Well that's the short story, I guess..? It's- it's nothing. Just felt, dunno, left out when you and Gon were just barely acknowledging me. Could be that I'm just tired so let's just go back.." You hesitantly explained and kept things hidden, mostly because you didn't want to annoy Killua for being so easily saddened. Gently grabbing Alluka's hand, you three silently walked back to the inn you three lived in for a few days.

• Upon arriving back, Alluka headed straight for her bed, leaving you and Killua alone face to face, literally. "I'll uh.. go back to bed now, see you." You mumbled awkwardly, "..sorry, yn." He whispers in a sincere manner, leaving you a bit dumbfounded. "..are you seriously Killua?" You say in a subtle baffled manner, blinking twice, receiving a light-hearted glare from Killua.

• "I didn't think you'd feel that way. Truth be told, I thought you didn't want to be pestered by us, so I just gave you subtle looks.. so I'm sorry, that was on my end, too." Killua mumbles sheepishly, walking towards you and pulling you into a gentle hug. "Clearly, I'm not the best with these, and you can see how stiff and awkward I am.. but be more vocal with it, it's hard to understand someone so quiet like you.. Just tell me next time, okay?" Killua says in a hushed tone, and you reciprocated his hug.

• Breathing in his scent, he smelled like a bed of Gardenias, it was always so comforting. "Thank you, Killua." You softly whispered into his ear and you felt his head nod. "I got you, yn. Always."

༉‧₊˚. Kurapika Kurta !ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

• Kurapika is definitely one to notice instantly.

• You CANNOT tell me this man doesn't have some sixth sense when it comes to you.

• He's genuinely so charming whenever he assures you that his intentions aren't to leave you out of the conversation or gathering.

• I think he's very intelligent when it comes to emotions such as distress and saddened emotions, so he takes care of you very well.

• He's a very busy guy so plzplz be patient w him too !!

• But he and I can assure you that he loves you very much and would sacrifice so much for u !!

• This is probably what happened :

• It was probably during one of his missions as a Bounty Hunter. You were with him because, well, you too were a Bounty Hunter, and it's your job!

• But you can't help but feel upset after he dismissed one of your many plans once again because some other member had a plan too, yours was a brilliant plan too!

• After your probably 5th plan being dismissed by your beloved, you had grown silent and decided to just close yourself off and listen. This, was most definitely noticed by Kurapika.

• He faced your awfully distant expression, he knew what was wrong, he just couldn't speak up because you both were doing your job, to successfully do this mission, you both had to pay close attention to the details.

• Evening soon fell upon the Hunters, and the mission came to a commence, and you were both paired up ( As per Kurapika's request, surprisingly. )

• "yn, please tell me what is on your mind." Kurapika gently spoke up, turning to face you as you both walked to your designated location. Snapping out of your hyper-focused trance, you looked at his ever so gentle eyes that made your heart skip a beat.

• "I'm okay, Kurapika." You gave a light-hearted assurance, "There is something weighing your mind, my dear. Please do not be so unkind to yourself and speak what is within your mind.." He ever so softly requests, that vulnerability on his face, the subtle affection and concern hidden in his voice of toughness,

• This all reminded you why you fell in love with Kurapika, the reason why you chose to love each other, because of the very limited times you both show your vulnerable sides, the most sensitive emotions a human can feel.

• "It isn't that serious, Kurapika. It's just that I didn't feel like an equal to everyone after you've quite literally dismissed many of my plans." You explain your feelings in a half hurt and half amusement at how stupid your plans probably are to be dismissed by Kurapika.

• "I see.. I apologize, my dear. My intentions were not to make you feel unimportant, rather to keep your plans as a secret. Your plans are brilliant– extraordinary, even. However I believe that we individually have to discuss it amongst ourselves." Kurapika explains why he was dismissing it, well– more on like being possessive over your knowledge.

• Truth be told, there were some weirdos in the mission you were both in and they had a thing for knowledgeable people, so Kurapika felt heavily possessive over you and ultimately decided to rudely dismiss your plans.

• "Oh.. I see.." You mumbled with a slow nod, blinking twice and looking down, "So.. I didn't sound stupid?" You mumbled, looking for his approval, he softly smiles and nods. "Absolutely not. You have a brilliant mind, my dear. How about we start discussing about your plans? I do wish to know more about the details."

༉‧₊˚. End !༉‧₊˚.

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hi to the 🐤

no rush for this request(?) at all!! i was just rotting thinking about childhood bsf iwaizumi hajime with reader in high school and the fic could be about how hajime is too used to the spotlight being taken by oikawa and gets half sad when he thinks u also got stolen by him but no they’re just scheme to plan a huge date for her to ask him out

OWMXKWNC OR OR OR OR childhood bsf ushijima (do u see a pattern?) always being next to reader and always being there for her, helping her run errands, do stuff and he’s like a rlly big lost puppy following her around and one day they’re just like ‘WE’RE DATING?!’ ‘What do you mean? We’ve been dating since you said yes to my ring pop proposal’

thank you for greeting duck the goose:)

i feel like i haven’t written about iwa nearly enough (he is a need btw yes iwaizume hajime (27) athletic trainer save me) BUT i will get to your ushiwaka one soon after as well‼️ gonna feed the iwa crowd today

bags / childhood bsf!iwaizumi hajime x reader

genre(s) - childhood bsf to lovers!! slight angst, but with a good, fluffy ending, oikawa being his usual self, iwa being hot as always

warning(s) - bags by clairo used for a MAN and not a WOMAN smh:( it just fit well though and I love it, gn reader so the girls the gays and the theys are all covered for!! no serious warnings today my pookies<3

wc: 1834

tldr; he waits for the right time with your bag in his hands, hoping for the day he can hold you with them instead

Iwaizumi Hajime (13) has been holding your bags since the days of middle school. Without fail, every afternoon at 3:10pm exactly as the school bell rings, he is standing outside your classroom, his own bag slung over one shoulder for yours to go on the other. Then, he slings it onto himself, and watches you and Oikawa walk out of the classroom together, cursing to himself for never being put in the same class as the two of you. He drags behind, two bags weighing his little middle-schooler body down, but a toothy grin plastered across his face whenever you look back at him with that face. That face with the ever so slightly widened eyes, and lips apart in a worrisome smile.

“Are you sure you can hold two bags, Iwaizumi? I can take it back!”

“I’m fine! It’s all good!”

Middle schooler Iwaizumi Hajime (13) watches you through Oikawa’s squinted eyes as the two of you chat and giggle on the walk home, his footsteps still lagging behind. He’s rarely close to you, unlike Oikawa, so his mind has to fill the blanks. He remembers hearing you mention the crow’s feet that line the corners of your eyes once in passing to Oikawa, who then rambles on about how they look like whiskers on a cat. He recalls the time you face planted into the floor of the school playground, earning you a faint, white scar that slashes across your top lip. He watches you through Oikawa’s eyes like he’s reading a story. But this is Oikawa’s story, Oikawa’s dialogue, Oikawa’s conversations with you, Oikawa’s descriptions of your face, blank spots filled in with blurry recollections of the details of you, stolen from the vibrations in the air between you and Oikawa, all playing out in front of Iwaizumi’s eyes with your bag slung over his shoulder.

Once in a while (every single day), even now, as the three of you continue to walk home together from Aoba Johsai after volleyball practise, Oikawa turns around to pout at him, feigning betrayal and shock as he accuses high school junior Iwaizumi Hajime (16) of “friendship treason.” Whatever that’s supposed to be.

“Iwa-chan! How come you never carry my bag for me too?”

“You can carry your own, dumbass!”

And every time Oikawa has a childish outburst at Iwaizumi, like this one, you snicker into your palm at his antics, the crow’s feet that engrave themselves into your skin turning into smile lines that lace the underside of your eyes, reminding him that even as the audience of Oikawa’s story, living vicariously through his conversations with you, and the smack on his arm that you mockingly give him, Iwaizumi is still inevitably tied to the plot through the strap of your bag hanging on his shoulder. His body, taller and stronger now, still lags behind the two of you by his deliberately slowed steps. This is Oikawa’s story, and if this is what you want, then he will simply watch it play out.

The walk always reaches your home first, to Iwaizumi’s relief. It is only then that he gets the opportunity to live in Oikawa’s shoes, when he walks towards you and eases the bag onto your doorstep. It is here that he can see you through his own eyes instead, noticing the little freckles from the sun that scatter across your cheeks, and the bits of dried skin on your lips that you gnaw off with your front teeth, and the blood that begins to seep through the raw wound where the skin came off. You look real, not like his fractured recollection of the strokes that make up your face. You’ve clawed your way out of Oikawa’s story into his own, and Iwaizumi etches something new into his mind every time he looks up from placing your bag down, patiently pleading to one day know more than just your face.

"Thanks for holding my bag again Iwa, get home safe, okay?"

Iwa. Oikawa's nickname is rubbing off onto you, and he thinks he can get used to this.

For the rest of the walk, Iwaizumi is inserted into Oikawa's story, like some surprise cameo. He readjusts his backpack, slinging both straps onto his shoulders, and Oikawa knudges his side with his elbows suggestively every time you leave.

"You can lie to them, Iwa-chan, but you can't lie to me."

"I'm not lying."

"Sure."

But Oikawa knows Iwaizumi is being unfair to himself, because he doesn't know the way his name slips out of your mouth into the conversations between you and Oikawa, more like a recurring character than a surprise cameo, hidden amongst every other line of dialogue in a script. He doesn't know that whenever the crow's feet begin to grow on your cheek, like whiskers on a cat, it's at the mention of his name, perhaps about something Iwaizumi said to Oikawa during training, or a new nickname he threw at him, the latest one being Hanger Bastard. He doesn't know that when the laughs begin erupting from your belly, Oikawa can hear Iwaizumi's name under your breath, choking out as you mumble to yourself, "Fuck, Iwa has to hear this, Iwa HAS to hear this,” just for Iwa to leave wordlessly after setting your bag down, before you can say anything to him.

One of these days, high school senior Iwaizumi Hajime (18) decides that he will do it. He will finally, after years of holding your bag, ask to hold your hand at graduation instead.

Until he overhears you and Oikawa talking as he walks out of the changing rooms, sweaty and sore from volleyball training, his bag hanging off one shoulder.

“Okay, let me do it,” you straighten your posture, looking up at Oikawa.

“Let’s go to grad formal together. Be my plus one.”

And he remembers, this is not his story. It was never his story to begin with, always Oikawa’s. Iwaizumi is only a cameo, an easter egg that’s there to hold you bag every chapter of the way, praying that you will see him lagging behind, waiting for the right time. His steps come to a halt, and the ground squeaks beneath his sneakers, the towel in his hand falling to the floor.

“Oh. Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.”

He snatches the towel off the ground, slinging the other strap of his bag on, and heads out of the gym, ripping his eyes away from staring through Oikawa’s, killing himself off in Oikawa’s story, and in your own. Iwaizumi’s character exits the setting of the gym, just a little too quickly to hear the rest of your conversation.

“Iwa-chan is a little shorter than me, so you’ll probably have a better time trying to reach him if you want.”

“Got it, are you sure I’ll be fine though?”

Oikawa knows this needs to happen. He sees that Iwaizumi has been waiting, his patience never running thin even after five years of holding your bag silently on walks home, dragging behind so Oikawa could have his chance at you instead. He has noticed the glances Iwaizumi takes at your face every time he sets your bag down at your doorstep, softer and gentler than the flipping of pages on a yellowing book, yearning to see more, feel more, know more. Oikawa never needed a chance with you, he never wanted it either, not when all you rambled on about was Iwaizumi’s new nicknames for him, or Iwaizumi’s play on the court, or how Iwaizumi would find some stupid video you saw hilarious, but you never had the chance to show him. The second strap going onto his shoulder is all Oikawa needs to be sure that Iwaizumi is tired of waiting. Which means you have to go, now.

“Go, go after him, now, he’s not too far yet. You got this.”

And so you sprint as quickly as your legs will take you. You run down to the school’s exit, and Iwaizumi is nowhere to be found. Your heart sinks at the possibility that he actually thought you were asking Oikawa to be your date, seeing that he departed the gym soundlessly. Your knees ache and every breath you huff in seems to bruise your lungs a little bit, and you have to stop and hunch over, hands pressed against your knees for stability. Your bag weighs on your shoulders, and you realise you have forgotten how it feels to walk with it on your back, books dragging you down like an anchor in the seabed. You slap your knees, it’s the next corner, and it’s about time you carried your own bag for once anyways.

Iwaizumi is staring at a bouquet of flowers that sits lifelessly on his desk in petals of red and stems of green, contemplating what to do with them, when he hears a knock at his front door.

“Hajime! Someone’s here for you!” His mother yells from downstairs, her words dragging on suggestively as he slumps down to the entrance. You stand at his doorstep, a palm sized journal in one hand and holding the doorframe with the other as your body leans into the wall, face flushed and lowered in exhaustion from the sprint you just took.

“Oh, hey, what are you doi-”

Your head jolts up to meet his eyes, and Oikawa is right. Iwaizumi is a little easier to reach. Your hand shoots out, the journal sticking out temptingly from your fingers. Iwaizumi still thinks this is Oikawa’s story, the one he chose to die in. Yet he takes the journal anyways, unhooking the elastic loop and opening it up.

“21/1- Saw a video of a cat spilling vermicelli everywhere, wanna show Iwa because he’d probably like it.”

“23/1- Chat when will Iwa talk to me on the walk home:(”

“27/1- Oikawa says I should just chat him up but I’m nervous???? what the fuck do i do???”

Lines upon lines of journal entries deck the pages of the book, and Iwaizumi can do nothing but read every single entry, a rush of blood flooding into his head.

“14/4- Iwa invited to me to vball training!! Wonder if i can keep going every day to watch him play…”

“15/4- Why does he go quiet when Oikawa is around:(”

He drops his arm, revealing your face behind the journal. His ears pulse at the sound of his heart in his throat.

“Iwa, let’s go to grad formal together. Wanna be my plus one?”

Shoving the book into your arms, his hand signals for you to stay, and he sprints upstairs, almost tripping over on the hardwood beneath his feet. The bouquet of flowers waits for him at his desk, more lively than ever, and he snatches it into his hand, before stumbling back down the stairs to you. He straightens himself at the door, his windpipe threatening to close.

“Sorry, the hoodie and the sweats aren’t really doing me justice right now.”

You stare at him, who scratches the back of his neck, a bouquet of roses wrapped in coffee stained newspapers in his hand. No, you think, the hoodie and sweats are doing him so much justice.

“I should’ve asked you a long time ago, probably back before junior formal dinner, or at freshman dance night, maybe even playground duty in middle school. Can I make it up to you, and ask you now?”

You nod, crow’s feet threatening to emerge from your cheeks, but you suppress them. Your mouth hangs ajar, not sure what to make of this situation.

“Can I have the honour of being yours?”

“Fuck yeah you can!”

Iwaizumi doesn’t spare a moment, before lifting you up by your underarms and pulling you into himself. From afar, Oikawa watches from his own house on the same block, grinning with pride. You giggle into his shoulder, arms around his neck. It sounds like the beginning of Iwaizumi’s story, maybe something even better than what he imagined.

“Now, do you want me to walk you home? I can take your bag for you.”

“Sure, Iwa.”

And walk you home he does, except he doesn’t hold the strap of your bag on his shoulder with his free hand anymore, finally linking you fingers with his own instead.

author's note:

HEYYYY I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS BB @catsoupki I started it the day you requested but i was so busy that i ended up getting WRITER'S BLOCK UM?? but i had this whole idea i was NOT about to let it get wasted because i couldn't think smh ANYWAYS

hope everyone else liked it too!! i love iwaizume hajime (27) athletic trainer and his hanger bastard too i guess... need someone to be walking out the door with your bags too

and here's the writing playlist!! feel free to add songs into it for me so i can find new artists and write with more inspo!!

anyways tags as usual:

@chuuya-brainrot @fiannee @starlysama @bailey-reeds

ok love u guys bye bye