#and I go (strangled high pitched) ok-

[fisherrprince]

occasionally ffxiv will make me emotional to the point of tearing up not because anything sad happened, but because it has such a strong beating heart of a thesis about hope

[hanniebaeee]

The Plan

Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings: Suggestive MDNI

Genre: Established relationship, fluff (a little angst)

Summary: You and Hyunjin have a week off, at the same time, so you both make plans. Plans, but different plans, involving each other.

It was supposed to be very simple. But obviously simple didn't exist in your home. Because the tension in the apartment was palpable.

“You’re telling me,” Hyunjin began, voice wobbling, “that you booked our week off to go to yours without even asking me first?”

You were standing at the kitchen counter with your hands clenched around a mug of tea (that you weren’t drinking because you were too busy suppressing your rage).

“Jinnie, I did ask. You said you were fine with whatever I planned.”

“I said that thinking you'd actually be discussing it with me!” His voice raised a little. Of course it did. “I wanted to take you to mine this time! My mom's been dying to spend time with you! And she has been knitting a sweater for you and -”

Hyunjin was already emotionally unraveling, hands flailing in the air.

Your jaw ticked. You were actually trying not to show how agitated you were feeling. It wasn't like you to yell or explode or make a scene. You imploded - silently, gracefully, like a submarine sinking into the abyss.

“Okay, Hyunjin,” you said evenly, though your teeth were clenched so tight your jaw ached. “I’m not fighting. You can have what you want.”

“You’re not fighting?!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms up. “You’re always not angry, which is just a code for angrier than hell! While I’m here, losing my mind, because I had this whole thing planned -”

You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t listen to one more word. You haven't been home in a while and you missed your parents. And they were actually excited to meet Hyunjin. And now your feelings bubbled under the surface like hot lava. 

“For the love of God, can you stop yelling!” You bit out and it made him even more agitated.

“Oh, I’m sorry for being emotional! Not all of us are emotionally constipated like you!”

You sucked in a sharp breath, your hands clenching into fists at your sides.

“I am NOT emotionally constipated!”

“Yes, you are!” Hyunjin yelled back, pointing an accusing finger at you. “You’re mad right now, aren’t you? But instead of yelling at me like a normal person, you’re standing there pretending you’re fine while plotting my death in your head!”

You froze. He wasn’t entirely wrong, really.

“I’m not plotting your death,” you muttered.

“Oh, please,” he scoffed, throwing himself onto the couch dramatically. “You’re probably going to go scream into a pillow or something, because god forbid you actually express an emotion.”

Your mouth dropped open. “Excuse me?!”

“You heard me!” He said dramatically. “You’re a psycho perfectionist, and I -”

Okay, your eyes were starting to sting with tears now, and without a word, you turned and walked out of the kitchen. Hyunjin trailed after you, his voice climbing several octaves.

“Wait! Where are you going? Are you mad? Are you CRYING?!”

You slammed the bathroom door behind you, locked it, and turned on the faucet for cover. No way in hell were you letting him hear you cry. You pressed your eyes tightly closed, biting back the tears threatening to spill over. Then you let out a strangled scream into your hands.

Oh yeah. It was all coming out now. 

“BABE, I CAN HEAR YOU SCREAMING.” His voice was high-pitched with panic. You heard him jiggling the doorknob. “Y/N, PLEASE, OPEN THE DOOR. WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS. OR FIGHT ABOUT IT. OR KISS ABOUT IT. JUST OPEN THE DOOR.”

You grabbed a towel from the rack and let out another muffled scream into it. Ok, that felt a little better.

On the other side of the door, Hyunjin flopped against it dramatically.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my plans. But why are you mad? You didn’t tell me about yours either! Shouldn’t we both be mad? Let’s be mad together! Please open the door, baby!”

The sheer absurdity of it all made you laugh, though it was shaky, laced with frustration. You didn’t want to open the door. You didn’t want to face his dumb, beautiful, perfect face that made you melt faster than an ice cube on a hot pan. 

But, of course, he couldn’t leave it alone.

“Do you want me to cry? I’ll cry. I’ll cry right here, babe. Pisces tears - they’re coming.”

“Oh my god, Jinnie!” you yelled through the door, finally snapping.

“You're the one who locked me out when I’m  emotionally vulnerable!”

You groaned, wiping your face and flinging the door open so hard he stumbled back.

“Fine! You want to talk? Let’s talk. I planned this because I thought you'd be happy to come spend time with my family in my childhood home, Hyunjin. I wanted you to see where I grew up, meet my parents, and understand my world a little better. Ok?”

He blinked at you, tears threatening to spill because of course they were. His lower lip wobbled.

“I did the same because I love you, you idiot,” He whispered. “I love you. I wanted to show you off. And I understand you wanted the same. And now we’re yelling at each other because we both care too much and suck at communicating.”

Damn it. Damn him. You hated when he made sense in the middle of his theatrics.

“I love you, too.” You sighed, deflating.

“Say that again, but slower,” he teased, a spark of mischief returning to his eyes.

You swatted his shoulder, though you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped. “Don’t push it.”

“So,” he said, stepping closer, his hands brushing your waist, “are we going to keep fighting, or are we going to make out and figure out where we’re actually going to?”

It obviously started with one kiss - one of those angry, frustrated, teeth-clashing ones. You had grabbed his stupidly pretty face and kissed him, and he kissed you back immediately because, well, Hyunjin was Hyunjin. Dramatic. And, almost entirely too weak for you.

And he couldn't stop ranting even through the kiss. 

“You-”

Kiss. 

“-are the most infuriating person-”

Kiss.

“-I’ve ever met.”

“Shut up, Hyunjin,” you mumbled against his lips, tugging at his shirt to pull him closer.

“No,” he panted, breaking the kiss to glare at you. “You don’t get to tell me to shut up. I’m still mad at you.”

“Oh, you’re mad?” you shot back, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’m not the one who hijacked an entire week with zero communication. Emotional wreck.”

“EMOTIONAL WRECK?!” he gasped. “At least I express my emotions! You bottle yours up and hold a grudge!”

“I don't-” You cut yourself off, realizing how stupid it was to argue about who was more emotionally stable while Hyunjin’s hands were under your shirt, groping you shamelessly as you glared at him. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re impossible!” he shot back, his voice cracking slightly. 

“I literally don’t know why I love you,” you snapped, looking away because his fingers were getting somewhere now. 

“At least I know why I love you!” he yelled dramatically. “But right now, I don’t like you, because you’re a terrible planner, and you -”

“Oh my god,” you groaned, grabbing him by the collar and kissing him again to shut him up.

It worked for about ten seconds. Then he was talking again, voice muffled against your lips.

“I can’t believe you think -”

Kiss.

“-that I’m more dramatic-”

Kiss.

“-than you.”

“Hyunjin, if you don’t stop talking-” you hissed and he narrowed his eyes before smirking.

“What are you gonna do?” he challenged.

You sighed because just look at him - lips swollen, hair an absolute mess, and he looked so unfairly good. 

You didn’t answer. Instead, you shoved him back against the bathroom door and kissed him hkisse and yanked his shirt up.

“Okay, wait, timeout,” he gasped, laughing breathlessly as you attacked his neck with kisses. “Are we still fighting? I feel like we’re still fighting. Are you biting me?”

“Maybe,” you mumbled against his skin, fully leaning into your irritation now. “What are you gonna do about it, oh my god,you're such a princess -”

“Oh, I’ll show you what I’m gonna do -”

The aftermath of that argument had settled into an odd quiet. The kind of quiet where you both pretended like nothing was wrong - the situation barely resolved, because you both minus clothes could only resolve so much. 

Hyunjin was trying (really trying) to act like he was fine with your plan. He was aggressively cleaning up the living room, now trying to crack jokes and laugh. But the slight droop in his shoulders? The barely-there pout on his stupidly kissable lips? The way he sighed softly every now and then?

Yeah. He wasn’t fine. Definitely not. 

You watched him from the kitchen, your arms crossed and biting your bottom lip anxiously, trying to steel yourself. Hyunjin wasn’t going to say it, but you could see through him. He wanted to go to his hometown. This was important to him. And now he was swallowing his emotions because he thought you were still mad.

With a sigh, you grabbed your phone and opened your travel app. Your parents would understand. You could still go next month. You told yourself that it was ok, even though you were looking forward to taking him home with you. And then, clicked cancel, and waited for the confirmation email.

“Jinnie,” you called, walking into the living room. He was sprawled on the couch, scrolling through his phone like he wasn’t secretly sulking. He looked up with wide eyes, a little too eager to pretend like everything was fine.

“Yeah?”

You took a breath and walked over to sit beside him as you said, “We’re going to yours.”

For a moment, he just stared at you like you’d told him something stupid. Then he shook his head quickly.

“No, no, no, we don’t have to do that. I’m totally happy going to yours. Really.” he said. 

You gave him a look.

“Hyunjin. Don’t lie to me. You’ve been pouting all afternoon.”

“I haven’t been pouting!” he said, pouting even harder now.

“Baby,” you said again, softer this time, placing a hand on his thigh. “I know this is important to you. I want to go too, okay? And when it's my turn, I want you to come wholeheartedly. I’m not mad at you, and I’m not holding a grudge. I promise.”

His lips wobbled at that, and he shook his head again, his eyes already starting to glisten.

“No, I'm seriously fine. I want to go to yours. You planned it. It’s -”

“I already canceled the tickets.”

That shut him up. His eyes widened, and his lips parted as he sat still for a second.

“You…you canceled them?”

“Yep.” You smiled, cupping his cheek with your hand. “So, we’re going to yours.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. His lips trembled, blinking rapidly like he was trying to hold it together, and then he let out a shaky little sigh.

“Why are you so nice to me?” he whispered. 

“Because I love you, idiot,” you teased gently, even as your own heart hurt.

You could swear his lip wobbled harder than before.

“I’m gonna cry,” he said, his voice breaking.

You couldn’t help but laugh, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth and said, “You’re already crying, silly boy.”

He sniffled, wiping his eyes with his sleeve, but then he muttered, “I… might’ve also canceled the tickets to my hometown.”

You froze.

“You what?”

He looked sheepish, giving you that shy, half-apologetic smile he always brought out when he knew he’d screwed up.

“I canceled them. Like, right after we -”

“Hyunjin, why?!”

“Because I wanted to go to yours!” he wailed, throwing his hands up. “You seemed so sad, and you are always keeping it all in not to hurt me, and -”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to figure out if you wanted to laugh or scream.

“So…we both canceled our tickets. And now we’re… nowhere.”

“Yep. Pretty much.”

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[mulloey]

since u asked for ideas... (un)fortunately, i'm a sicko and i can't stop thinking about free use with mingyu. the kind where he always makes it clear how much power he has over her body and everything there is completely his 😞

ok yeah�� how’s this

warnings: dubcon (you’re described as loving it but this is very unsafe and unhealthy. you have an unhealthy need for his praise and push your boundaries because of it), switching out (cheol cameo nyeheh), creepy gyu, infantilising language, HEAVY subspace (you’re gone). reader and gyu and cheol are fucked up people!!!!!! hate is deleted and blocked. i can’t control what you read and i’m not your babysitter. do NOT attempt to replicate this irl. purely fantasy everyone.

It was a few months into your relationship with Mingyu that you first heard the term “free use.” From the way he said it; softly, gently, a tender hand on your cheek—you never could have imagined it would be like this.

“It’ll help us get closer,” he’d said. “Not having to ask each other. Just taking.”

But of course, his sex drive was always higher than yours. So really, he was the only one to take.

It was delightful to him; going from having to coax and coddle you into submission, into spreading those little legs and opening up for him—to just finding you and grabbing you and putting you in position himself. Holding you there until he’s satisfied.

You have a safeword, of course—but you just love to please him. Love to push yourself past your limits just to hear him tell you how good you are, how pliant and obedient and made to take him.

So when he goes too far, pushes further and gives you more than you can take—you let him. And you love it, in the end—he knows you do.

And he’s never more tender with you than when you’re fucked out and spent and still begging for more.

He has you on his lap tonight, bouncing you up and down while you squeal and gurgle with each movement. Your eyes are distant, glassy, glazed over with submission. You’re so far gone he could probably pull you off of him and put you down on someone else’s cock and you wouldn’t even notice as long as they keep fucking you.

The thought drives him crazy. You taking everything he gives you, everything he tells you you want. Never saying no—never knowing how to. That you even can.

He groans, adjusting himself and pushing his hips up a little to meet yours where he pulls you down against him. “Pretty girl,” he grunts. “Taking my dick like you’re supposed to. Like you were meant to. All you know how to do, isn’t it?”

Your mouth falls open, dumb and dazed; you’re trying to say something, he thinks, but all that comes out is a strangled, distant nngh…

You manage a high-pitched “G-Gyu…” and he feels your walls clenching around him like you’re afraid he’ll slip away. As if he could ever do that.

“You love this dick, don’t you?” He coos. “Or maybe you just love dick. Big, thick dick in your little baby cunt, doesn’t even matter who’s fucking you. Just need to be stretched and you’ll be calm and content. Is that it?”

You nod—you’d nod at anything right now—and he grins. “I know. Next time I’m gonna give you to one of the guys, see if you even notice. I wonder who’d fuck you best.”

He flips you over quickly, pressing you down on your back against the couch cushions, your legs still taut around his hips. “Maybe Wonwoo,” he says, pace speeding up again. “He’s big like me. Almost as thick too. I don’t think he could fuck you the same though, he’s too soft. Doesn’t know how to treat a whore. No, you need a firm hand.”

Your tits are jiggling with each thrust; he can’t resist the opportunity to smack his hand against them both just to hear your cries of pain. “Cheol has a firm hand,” he continues. He almost sounds dreamy. “He could keep you pliant while we fuck you open. And he loves anal, too. God, if only he knew what a nasty slut you are for me. Aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” you gasp.

He smiles. “Yeah, I know. I know everything about you. I own everything about you, baby. If I took someone home and told you you’re theirs for the night you wouldn’t bat an eye, would you?”

“No, Gyu.”

“Good,” he nods. “Maybe I will. Show off my free use slut so everyone can see how well I’ve trained you. Maybe I’ll get you a leash, too. Keep a grip on it in case you act out.”

He does. And the next time he fucks you open, it’s not for himself. It’s for his leader, waiting patiently at the side with his hand on his dick until Mingyu gives him the go ahead.

And then? He’ll take you apart. Meticulously, rigidly, brutally. And Mingyu will hold you down and make sure you take it.

Because you’re his. Your body is his; every inch of it belonging to him and him only.

You wouldn’t want it any other way.

You wonder who he’ll give you to next.

Secretly, you hope it’s Seungcheol again. Maybe this time the marks will last.

[areyoufuckingcrazy]

Hi! I had an idea for a Bad Batch or even 501st x Fem!Reader where the reader has a rather large chest and when it gets hot she wears more revealing items and the boys get distracted and flustered? I love the stuttering and blushing boys and confidence reader stuff. Nothing too explicit or so maybe just flirting and teasing. Hope this is ok! If not I totally understand! Xx

“Too Hot to Handle”

Fem!Reader x The Bad Batch

You had a feeling the Republic’s definition of “temperate” varied wildly from your own. The jungle planet was a boiling mess of humidity and unrelenting heat—and your standard gear? Suffocating. So, you did what any sane woman would do: ditched the jacket, rolled up your tank top, and tied your hair up to survive the heat.

The result? Your… assets were on full display.

“Maker,” you heard someone mutter behind you.

You glanced back over your shoulder, smirking. Tech had walked face-first into a tree branch. Crosshair snorted.

“I told you to look where you’re going.”

“I was looking,” Tech replied, voice just a little too high-pitched to be believable, glasses fogging.

Hunter cleared his throat and tried very hard to keep his eyes on the map in his hands. “Alright. Let’s move out.”

“I don’t mind staying here a bit longer,” Echo said, then instantly regretted it when you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Oh?” you asked, strolling up to him. “Because of the view?”

Echo flushed crimson from ears to collarbone. “I—I didn’t—I meant the trees. The foliage. The scenery. The mission. Definitely not you.” He looked like he wanted the jungle to swallow him whole.

Crosshair rolled his eyes, muttering something about “bunch of kriffin’ cadets.”

You leaned toward him, hands on your hips. “Not enjoying the view, sniper?”

He gave you a cool look. “I’ve seen better.”

But the twitch at the corner of his mouth told you otherwise.

Wrecker, on the other hand, had absolutely no filter.

“You look awesome!” he beamed. “Kinda like one of those holonet dancers! Only cooler. And better armed!”

You laughed. “Thanks, Wreck. At least someone appreciates fashion.”

Hunter still hadn’t said anything. You stepped closer, just close enough that your shadow fell over him.

“Something wrong, Sarge?”

His gaze finally met yours. His pupils were slightly dilated. “You’re, uh… distracting.”

You grinned. “Good.”

He cleared his throat. “Let’s keep moving. Before someone passes out.”

You turned, leading the squad again with an extra sway in your hips—just for fun.

Behind you, a chorus of groans, a snapped branch, and Tech asking if overheating counted as a medical emergency confirmed one thing:

Mission accomplished.

⸻

You knew exactly what you were doing.

The jungle’s heat hadn’t let up, but neither had the effect your outfit was having on the squad. Sweat clung to your skin, your tank top clinging in all the right (or wrong) places. Every time you adjusted the strap or tugged your top down slightly to cool off, you heard someone behind you trip, cough, or mutter a strangled curse.

Crosshair was chewing on the toothpick like it owed him credits. Echo’s scomp link clinked against his chest plate as he tried and failed to keep his eyes off you. Tech had adjusted his goggles four times in the last minute and was now walking with a datapad suspiciously close to his face—like he was trying to use it as a shield.

And Hunter?

Hunter looked like he was in hell.

You’d catch him watching you—eyes flickering up and down, then away, jaw tight, nostrils flaring like he was trying to rein himself in.

“Everything alright, Sarge?” you asked sweetly, dabbing sweat from your neck and catching his gaze as it dropped.

His voice cracked. “Fine. Just… focused on the terrain.”

“Funny,” you said, stepping close, letting your voice dip low. “I thought the terrain was behind you.”

Crosshair choked.

Hunter exhaled, flustered and trying not to visibly short-circuit. “Focus, all of you. We’ve got a job to do.”

“Hard to focus,” Echo muttered under his breath. “Some of us are… visually impaired by distraction.”

“Visual impairment is no excuse for tactical inefficiency,” Tech said quickly, though his goggles were definitely still fogged.

“You need help cleaning those, Tech?” you offered, reaching for his face.

He actually jumped back. “N-No! That is—unnecessary! I am quite—capable!”

“Ohhh, she’s killing ‘em,” Wrecker laughed, totally unfazed. “This is better than a bar fight!”

“Speak for yourself,” Crosshair growled, barely maintaining composure as you brushed past him.

You were leading again now, hips swaying slightly more than necessary, hair sticking to your damp neck in a way that was definitely catching eyes. You tugged your top lower again and heard an audible thunk—someone had walked into another branch.

“Seriously?” you called over your shoulder, amused.

There was silence, then a shame-filled voice: “…Echo.”

You bit back a laugh.

Hunter suddenly barked, “Break time. Ten minutes.”

The squad dropped like they’d been released from a death march.

You stretched languidly, arms up, chest forward, fully aware of the eyes glued to you.

“Maker,” Hunter muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “I’m gonna lose my mind.”

You leaned in close, hand on your hip, voice like honey. “Want some water, Sergeant?”

He blinked at you. Twice. “If I say yes, are you going to pour it over yourself again?”

“…Maybe.”

He turned a deeper shade of red than his bandana. “You’re evil.”

“You like it.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

And just like that—you turned and walked away, leaving five broken clones behind you, questioning every life choice that had led them to this mission.

[thought--bubble]

There is still hope Isn't There? Pt 5

Tom Bennett X (Best friend's sister reader)

Warnings after the cut

Word Count: 1,562

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Banners & Dividers by @arcielee

Warnings:: None

A/N: Only one or two parts left to this not sure if i'm going to do one long part or two shorter parts. Sorry for the slow update i had to take a slight writing break for my sanity.

Josh sits at the table, chuckling to himself as he watches you and Tom do everything you can to avoid interacting with each other.

He watches as you stare at Tom until Tom looks your way and then watches you quickly pretend you were not looking, just for the cycle to repeat the other way.

"Would you like some tea?" You ask Tom in an uncharacteristically gentle voice, and Tom responds with a very respectful "Yes, please." Which finally sends Josh over the edge, laughing in hysterics.

Both you and Tom look at Josh like he has gone insane.

"Yes, please," Josh mocks between fits of laughter. "Who are you?" Josh continues laughing, wiping the tears from under his eyes. "Would you like some tea?" Josh mimics in a high-pitched voice.

"A bloke can't be polite?!" Tom's voice is laced with aggravation, his face a bright shade of crimson.

"A bloke can yeah. Not you, especially not to my sister. Never ave been. " Josh leans back in his chair, a smug smile on his face and his arms crossed, his eyes shifting between you and Tom.

You can feel your face burning and your chest getting tight, the urge to hurt yourself over the table and strangle your brother growing stronger by the second.

"I gotta go. Ummmm, " Tom stammers while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, you're also gonna start looking for a job before the sun is even fully up?" Josh laughs again. "You're outta sorts, mate." There is a twinkle in Josh's eyes as he watches Tom scramble for his rucksack and shoot out the door at a record pace.

You sit across the table from your brother, completely mortified the heat in your cheeks unmistakable.

"Don't you look at me like that," he teases. "Any dolt with an ounce of sense in their head can see you two running circles round each other."

You want to deny it, but you can't. You look at Josh and sigh. When your mouth finally opens, you think you are going to deny Josh's allegations. Instead, a very telling question is asked. "It doesn't bother you?"

Josh slightly lifts his eyebrows, the smug smirk never leaving his face. "No, it doesn't bother me." He moves slightly in his chair before continuing."But, if he hurts you or acts like a fool, I will kill him, best friend or not."

You smile, more to yourself than Josh, but he sees it anyway.

"He's grown a fair bit, I know he's a good lad." Josh stands and starts clearing the teacups from the table. "So if I am the reason you two are acting like young children, don't."

You feel the heat collect in your cheeks, your eyes glued to the smooth wooden top of the kitchen table.

Josh chuckles once more before kissing the top of your head and snatching up his own rucksack before heading out the door to work.

"Have a good day!" He yells out on his way out the door.

As soon as he leaves, a comfortable silence settles around you as you sit alone at the kitchen table. Your smile is growing by the second until you finally jump up frin tour chair, and your hands fly over your mouth.

Josh just gave you his blessing, and you can't believe it. You jump and giggle giddily.

You attempt to distract yourself with chores throughout the day, your eyes shifting over to the door at every sound just waiting for Tom to return.

But he never does. The hours tick by, and he doesn't come back. You feel so frustrated, bursting at the seams, wanting to tell him about the conversation you had with Josh. Thinking if he knew Josh was ok with it, he would finally make that move and actually kiss you.

You groan in frustration as you get ready to leave for work, knowing it will be hours before you are able to tell Tom about your conversation with Josh.

You go over the conversation repeatedly in your head as you walk to the pub you work at. Trying to estimate Tom's reactions. You imagine him shocked and then thrilled, excited even. The visual in your head filling you with anticipation.

Right up until the moment you round the corner to get on Main Street, just a few steps from the pub to see Tom. Arm resting against the wall, smiling down at a very pretty woman.

Your eyes burn with tears desperate to escape, but you swallow them down.

Clearly, both you and Josh misread the situation, and you feel stupid. You put your head down as you try to pass them unnoticed.

Tom, of course, recognizes you and slightly recoils from the woman. "Off to work?" He calls out to you.

"Hmmm," you mumble in confirmation, not sparing him a glance. You couldn't stand to look at him in this moment. You fear you would burst into tears. It's your own fault, you think. You built this up so much in your head without knowing how Tom actually felt.

You walk into the pub and set down your bag and jacket, hands slightly shaking. You're frustrated. Upset, but mostly confused. Are you upset with Tom? Or yourself? You didn't even know. All you knew was that tonight was going to be a long, miserable night.

Tom led you on... didn't he? Or are you just so stupid that you saw something that wasn't there?

Your thoughts run rampant all night long through your shift. Your usually sunny disposition is dampened by your disappointment.

When your shift finally ends, you feel relieved quickly gathering your things and offering your coworkers a brief wave before nearly running out of the pub at lightening speed.

You try to focus on the clicking of your heels against the pavement as you start on your trek back home, desperate to keep the thoughts of Tom and his partner for the night at bay.

"Walking home alone, love?" You wince at the sound of his voice coming from behind you.

"Came back to walk ya home and find out ya already left! What you in such a hurry for? Josh, give you a new curfew?" He laughs as he pops a cigarette into his mouth, pulling out a match and lighting it.

"No. I'm tired." Your answer is short and curt. You don't turn to look at him, and the irritation you're feeling is very obvious.

"Right. You alright then? Someone givin you a hard time? I'll sort em. Just let me know who"

You can't help but roll your eyes. Is he really this clueless?

"Thought you had plans for the remainder of the evening. I'm surprised to see you." You start to walk ahead, your pace quick and head held high, not waiting for his response.

He runs a bit to catch up with you while he chuckles. "That what this is all about? The bird from outside the pub? You think I'm a tramp?" He takes a puff off his cigarette as he walks beside you. "I didn't mean to offend your delicate sensibilities, love."

If this were a cartoon, smoke would have shot out of your ears.

"I'm not sensitive, I just don't need to be walked home by a common whore" the words didn't seem as harsh in your head as they sounded when they came out. Although you were so deep in your frustration that you refused to apologize for it.

Tom's eyes go wide in surprise for a moment before he chuckles and stays quiet, simply walking beside you.

When you reach the flat, he clears his throat as if to say something, but with your emotions high, you quickly enter the flat and slam the door behind you, leaving him outside.

Josh looks up at you from his usual spot at the table. "Everything alright?"

"Obviously!" You yell before stomping upstairs, leaving a bewildered Josh sitting at the table.

When Tom finally quietly enters the flat, Josh is still sitting at the table waiting for him.

"Guessing all that was about you?" Josh waves his hand toward the stairs where he watched you stomp away in anger.

"Aye, she called me a whore" Tom forces a smile on his face while looking up the stairs absent mindedly.

Josh nearly spits out his tea while breaking into a laugh. "Did she now? Well, what did ya do to earn that title?"

Tom rolls his eyes, as he leaves the stairs and walks toward the living room.

Josh sighs and groans as he rises from the table to head upstairs to bed. Before going up, he stops and turns back toward the living room.

"Why didn't you just tell her you didn't do anything?" He says toward the darkened room where Tom lies frustrated on the sofa.

"What makes you think I didn't?" Tom retorts rolling his eyes and turning over onto his side.

"Because I still remember your golden rule"

Tom closes his eyes and chuckles, realizing how he has given himself away in this moment.

Josh laughs one last time before starting up the stairs. "You always said. It's rude to leave before morning. Yet here you are, on my sofa"

"Yeah, yeah," Tom mumbles to himself before closing eyes with one final thought.

"I'll tell her in the morning"

Part 6

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21. Blowjob / domsub

Yes I know it’s November. Idc. Happy kinkvember ig

2.8k words of zephrit. Zephs a brat and ifrit is just the kindest dom about it.

Or I stumbled delirious into @divine-misfortunes DMs and came out with this. Shout out to it for dragging me by the collar back into writing.

Small warnings for a bit of degro, face fucking, they/them Zeph, yeah

“I just thinks it’s fucking stupid” Zeph grumbles. The room is too cold, dew won’t let them watch what they want on tv, everything is wrong to them and the longer they stand in the kitchen with ifrit the more pissed off they get over seemingly nothing.

Ifrit usually has the patience to deal with Zephyr when they’re like this. The knowledge that they’re in pain and don’t mean to be bitchy is enough to give him the time and energy to talk them down.

Todays different.

“Zeph, honey, there’s nothing you can do. Maybe just calm down, it’ll be ok” ifrit stands behind them with a hand around their waist, the other playing with a loose strand of hair from their bun.

“Do you have to be so fucking positive all the time?” Zeph mumbles to themself. It’s a stupid comment, they know it’s mean, it’s really just a day to push as far as they can, they can’t help it.

Something in ifrit snaps. The usual patience turned into a need to just set the air ghoul straight. He shifts his hands to their waist and throws them over his shoulder. They’re light, easy to manhandle into a comfortable position. Ifrit knows Zeph won’t listen and be reasonable if he were to simply tell them to go upstairs, much rather take them there himself instead of listening to the back talk he knows he would get by trying to reason with them. In his eyes it’s the easier option.

“put me the fuck down”

Zeph struggles against him, kicking their feet and grabbing at the back of his shirt. Ifrit simply stays silent until he opens his door and throws Zeph onto the bed.

Something in his demeanor changes, he smiles, watches Zeph like he’s infatuated with them, a kindness in his eyes that contradicts the way he simply maneuvers zephyr like a ragdoll. The sugary sweet appearance only furthers their anger.

“This is fucking stupid, I’m going back down stairs” zeph bites and attempts to push past ifrit.

Ifrits sharp claws dig slightly into zephs wrists as he grabs them and pins the air ghoul to the wall. Watching, daring them to struggle.

“Be sweet darling, I know you can be” ifrits lips are on zephyrs skin immediately, his spare hand pushing up their shirt to thumb at his hip.

“Shut up, let me go” Zeph says. Their anger betrayed by a uncertain high pitch to their voice when Ifrit's lips brush their neck, not even consciously tipping their head to give more access to the sensitive skin, it's instinct to want to lay themself bare to him, even if they pretend that they hate it.

“Oh honey I know you don’t want that, you’re so cute when you act like this” *you're so cute when you struggle knowing full well you'll lose.* he doesn't need to say it for Zephyr to understand and it makes blood rush to their cheeks and their dick all at once. Ifrit purposefully shifts, pushes a knee between their thighs - not heavily, enough to keep them aware of how their dick reacts to whatever he does to them.

"*I'm not cute.*" they hiss through their teeth, breath hitching as a warming hand ghosts beneath their shirt.

A strangled noise leaves zephs mouth, ifrits claws dig further into their wrists and the word cute goes straight to their cock that’s rapidly filling in his pants as ifrits leg rubs against it.

“I know you can be sweet, poor thing you just need to be reminded don’t you?”

Ifrit thumbs lightly over a nipple, enough attention to get the little bud properly pebbled, before rolling it between his fingers. Zephyr wants to be embarrassed at how fast they practically collapse into ifrits support as his hand pinches, fingers hot to the touch. They don't intend to go boneless like they do, but Ifrit knows their body too well. The way his teeth tease at their pulse is evident of that, they want to scream in frustration but trying to bring themself to even speak at all is more difficult than it should've been.

They gasp, bucking into it but struggling against where they’re pinned still. The lips on their neck are so soft compared to the burning sensation on their chest.

“Fuck- ifrit I-“ they try to ask for more but struggle against the words, all the sensations making their brain practically turn off. He chuckles into their neck and Zeph barely fights the urge to roll their hips forward into the pressure his thigh offered. Zeph knows they wouldn't survive it if he let them do it, already turning to mush.

"I know sweetheart," Ifrit kissed beneath their ear, voice soft and understanding. Only the slightest bit condescending, easily missed. They do. "I'll give you what you want...Could never say no to you, even when you're acting up like this, but you can't help it huh? Can't help but be a brat cause you need it so bad. Need my cock so bad you forgot how to act darling."

“Shut up, give it to me” zeph grinds against ifrits leg.

“I know you’re just a needy cockwhore, I’ll take care of you darling”

Before Zeph can comprehend it their shirt is being dragged over their head and ifrit has his fingers struggling with the button and zipper on his pants, even just the friction of ifrits hand on the front of his jeans has them ready to start begging. The kindness and rough touches has their head spinning, desperate.

Ifrits fingers swipe across their lips and Zeph immediately invites them in, letting ifrit slide them in and out as they coat them with spit.

Zeph pretends they're annoyed by everything, by ifrits fingers petting over their tongue, but it's a hard facade to keep up because his fingers are warm and rough and taste a little sweet

“Youll just suck on anything I give you” ifrit whispers “you’re so adorable acting out, when you’ll go brainless if I put something in your mouth”

it's true but Zeph still groans and protests it a little but there's more pressure against their crotch and their eyes damn near roll back, immediately chasing the feeling, groan trailing off into a whine as his fingers push further into their mouth

Jaw slack, they eventually forget why they were protesting him or his attention to begin with

Ifrit smiles so sweetly, coos a little praise when they stop struggling

"There you are....there's my sweet flower, don't gotta keep acting up, you've got me now"

Zeph practically whines, their hips grind harder into ifrits thigh, hands still high above their head.

“It’s ok, I know you don’t mean it sweetheart, we both know who is actually in charge here” ifrit whispers, low and sweet into their ear. a reminder instead of a threat.

Zephyr nods compliantly, almost content to just suck on ifrits fingers and hump his leg like they won’t get anything better. There’s something so addictingly mindless about it all, about the sweet whispers from ifrit while they hollow their cheeks around the fingers and cover them in spit, about the drag and friction over their cock that’s sensitive and borderline painful but they would never dare stop.

They just get so easy like this, so malleable that they even whine when ifrit pulls his hand away and pushes them to sink to their knees

“Gonna give you something better sweetheart, this is what you wanted right?” Ifrit tilts zephs head up to stare at him, eyes already glassy as they look at him pathetically, as if they don’t get a cock in their mouth soon they may cry

Ifrit shushes them, they'll get what they want, he always gives it to them, Zeph just needs to be patient

He could tease, see just how needy they really get, but he knows not to push when they fall so fast like this. It’s almost embarrassing how easy zephyr gets with just a few rough touches and commanding words, ifrits sure they’ll be blushing about it later, refusing to admit it.

But right now? They're just sitting there with their mouth open stupidly, tugging at ifrits pant leg and he’s surprised they're not drooling all over their lap.

He pulls himself out, uses his other hand to keep a firm grasp on zephs chin, he knows they’ll be good and still but it’s just an added reminder, an added force of command for ifrit to easily slide his cock into their mouth.

It’s almost surprising how Zeph sits with their hands in their lap, waiting for ifrit to use them. His sweet ghoul,

“Knew you knew how to be good,” ifrit smiles at them. He places a gentle hand in their hair just to guide them, knows they like the extra force, the slight pain that comes with it to keep them sweet and stupid. The tip of ifrits cock glistens with pre in the dimly lit room, it’s hard for zeph not to lunge for it, they know better to be greedy but they can't get enough of ifrits dick in their mouth, thick but comfortable enough not to make their jaw hurt, long but not enough to gag them outright

It's perfect, like it was made for them to suck...not to mention the way their mouth makes ifrits voice go all breathy.

They go still as ifrit brings zephs mouth to him, looks up and waits, a silent invitation to fuck their mouth, use them.

It’s easy for him to realize what Zeph wants, almost too easy to just tighten his grip in their hair and force them down, making them take as much as they can.

“Fuck- you look so much prettier when you’re quiet doll” ifrit grits out, trying hard to not fuck that pretty little mouth too hard, but it feels so good he doesn’t know if he can help himself. Zephyrs red lips and glassy sweet eyes make it hard to control himself.

Ifrit being rough isn't a thing that really happens all that much but zephyr constantly aches for it

Especially when they're acting up like they were, need it bad, but ifrits seemingly never ending patience rarely falters. So when they do finally get him like this it’s easy to milk it as much as possible, trying to be as obedient as possible to hopefully get him to give them what they want.

It’s an itch they get sometimes to see how far they can push it before ifrit breaks. Needs to be punished, needs to be put in their place and made to obey.

Almost just wants to see how much he will really let them get away with.

Zeph is usually talked down with soft words and gentle touches, the never ending kindness enough to make them fuzzy and have their head spinning.

But when ifrit is truly rough with them? Makes them feel small and stupid? It takes all their energy to not straight beg to be treated like a toy, to be used and fucked with no respect

“You’re just nothing without my cock between those lips are you darling?” Ifrit coos at them, sweet despite usuing their mouth, slamming them back down over and over as drool begins to spill out the sides of their mouth, tears running down their cheeks.

He stares fondly at them with his fingers curled around their neck pinning them to the mattress, telling them how Beautiful they are as he fucks their throat with a fist around their horn,

“You’re such a good toy to fuck, much more useful when you’re quiet like this instead of being a brat, can’t ask for what you want can you?” His tone is kind, but mocking.

Ifrit pulls them off his cock so he can spill his mess on their face with a purr of I love you

They've been too bratty to earn the reward of him cumming in their mouth. A treat that Zeph almost cries over when they realize they won’t get it. Zeph can’t help but sit there with their mouth wide open, hoping to catch just a little bit, just desperate to taste what they do to him. They make a sad little sound they make when he pulls out, a very hoarse and pathetic please please please they whisper...

They truly do look pretty like this, lips fucked a cherry red, cheeks tear stained and eyes sad and desperate, truly looks fucked out, like they were made for taking cock down their throat.

They really are such a sweet little toy.

Zeph can’t help but sit there with their mouth wide open, hoping to catch just a little bit, just desperate to taste what they do to him.

Ifrit gathers what he can from zephs cheeks onto his fingers and holds them up to their lips, a small gesture of kindness because Zeph really is too pretty to deny like this.

Ifrit could just keep on like this all night, till he had nothing left to give, if it meant zeph would stay like this for him

a flip switches in Zeph when ifrit is rough and cruel like this. Abandons their usual snark and haughtiness for begging and desperately sweet words, willing to worship ifrit even, if it would get his approval

They’re not apposed to the long game, the fear that maybe ifrit will keep them like this for another round or two before they’re touched at all, let alone be allowed to cum, is terrifyingly arousing considering how often they’re allowed just get whatever they want.

The prospect of just being given the sweet mercy of a short hand job, not even getting fucked like they’ve been begging for for an hour now, it’s unsatisfying, in their opinion cruel, especially knowing how nice ifrit will be about it and treat the situation as if ifrit is being merciful and generous. It’s almost embarrassing, to be told that being given the bare minimum is a reward, a treat since ifrit just loves them so much.

They can’t get enough of it.

Hopes he will treat them like that

And ifrit does.

He fucks two more loads out in their mouth, but barely gives them a taste. More than happy to shoot on their face, their chest, anywhere that isn't where they want it. They look pitiful, a proper decorated whore, soaked through their boxers, left visibly wanting

Ifrit wishes he could muster up another round, but he doesn't think he'll survive trying to milk out a forth orgasm, so instead he scoops them up. Lays them out on the bed, a little princess posed in the pillows. He calls them pretty as he crawls between their legs which fall apart so easily for him, inviting him in.

Gentle kisses trail up their thighs as ifrit noses the underside of their cock, just teases them because Zeph just sounds so cute when they’re so compliant and desperate. He wants them to work for it, beg and try hard to fuck his mouth. It’s too easy to just lightly lick at the head, wanting them to buck up into it.

He lets the head of their dick just rest against his tongue, close to the warmth of his mouth, but not giving it proper. Every little sigh and exhale has zeph twitching, kicking against his tongue. They're trying so hard to be good, to not take more than what they're given and ifrit can see them sweat, see the visible restraint. He makes the softest sympathetic sound, gives them a little, a few generous strokes that has them sobbing in relief.

But then it's just his fist loose around them, teary eyed and confused,

“I’m sorry for being mean love, you can fuck my fist as much as youd like”

Zeph almost wails, desperately wants to cry and beg for ifrits mouth, needs to feel his lips around them, hot and wet. His fist almost seems like a cruel joke and with the way ifrit smiles at them they’re sure it is.

Their thrusts are pathetic and lackluster, barely able to get off the bed, it’s not enough like this they don’t think but they don’t want to be greedy. He’s never seen them be so good, remembering their manners and doing without the sarcastic comments, he almost feels bad for them after he’s been so cruel.

Ifrit caves.

He pins their hips down and takes them fully to the back of their throat.

Zeph almost cums immediately, it doesn’t take much after everything, they barely have time to warn ifrit before he just moves their hand to his hair, silent permission to take what they want, they’ve earned it.

Zeph keeps a loose fist tied to his scalp as ifrit bobs, can’t help but to just whine and thanks him for his mercy before spilling hot down his throat with a cry.

[pencilpat]

Sanders Sides College AU: Prologue

A short set-up for my college kid AU of the sides! This is a lead-in to Remus's arc, and a beginning-in-the-middle of a storied friend group. Very little mention of college for the beginning of a college AU, lol. Here are the character sheets for everyone!

2,660 words

CW: undiagnosed psychosis, distress and panic attack, implied neglectful parents, swearing, slightly unsympathetic Patton, drug mention, fight/confrontation

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His head hits a wall.

His fist hits his head.

A hand hits something that is him but not him.

His body is barely his own. Teeth bared; he knocks his head against the oak wood of the floorboards, sprawled on his side with his back pressed tightly to the wall. A scream sounds in his skull and an accompanying one threatens to tear from between his clenched teeth. He grips his fist against his mouth, a restrained squeak leaving him as he clenches his eyes shut.

He shakes himself out, tries to sit up on shaking arms. A hand grabs his ankle; nothing is there. He curls in a ball with his legs against his chest, breathing, trying to breathe. There are Hands, black and wiry, strangling at his skin. Another sob threatens to rip his teeth open, when a different sound breaks the cacophony.

“Remus?”

His brother’s voice and knocking. At that, a sob does leave him. Even if this is part of the episode, he jumps at the chance to be comforted by Roman. He crawls on all fours towards the door, and falls against it, letting himself cry finally.

“Roman!” he cries his name, and his twin opens the door, slipping through as not to knock Remus on his ass. Roman is on him instantly, gripping his shoulders softly and muttering concerns. “Roman, are you here? For real?”

“Yeah- Yes. For real.” Roman hugs him to his chest, both shadowed by the lamp that provides the only light in the room. Remus collapses into his hold, trembling. “Are you okay? Mom heard you shout earlier, but she said not to- I came anyway, I am here, that’s that.” Roman hugs him tightly, his face creased through with worry.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me,” Remus cries, perhaps a bit too loud as Roman startles against him. Roman’s hands are warm and solid compared to the wisps that coldly grasp at him. His breathing calms just slightly, panting instead of hyperventilating as he grips at his twin’s pyjamas. “Roman- Roman, I’m scared.”

“I- I know, Rem. I am too. But it’s ok, it’ll be ok, even if I’m scared, I can put it aside right now,” Roman soothes, setting a hand gently on top of Remus’s head – that hair usually brings him embarrassment with it’s tacky cut, but right now, that is just his brother. And he holds onto him tight, tight, tight. They are curled around each other, as though if Roman holds him tight enough he can hide him within himself entirely. The idea makes a shaky, high-pitched laugh worm its way out of Remus.

“Rom,” he sniffs, shaking knuckles red with how tight they hold him. “What’s happening? I don’t under-“ He pauses and gasps as a man’s voice whispers against his ear, jolting even closer to his brother. “I don’t understand! It’s been weeks, I know dad said it’s nothing, I don’t believe him. Please, I need it to stop.”

“I- I don’t know how to fix it. I’m sorry.” Roman says it like a pledge, as though it’s his fault somehow. Shadowed and curled, they look as young as they are at 18, Remus gaunt and hollow as he’s become over the past few months. Roman brings him food, and finds it untouched hours later. Roman makes the staff bring him food and water so often one of the maids scolded him, chastising that Remus doesn’t touch it anyway.

“We’ll… We’ll figure out what’s happening. Somehow, even if it must be behind dad’s back!” Roman says, with shaken confidence in the man supposed to care for him. “I promise I won’t let this go unchecked, ok? I love you.”

Remus breathes out shakily. “You sound like a movie character, prince charming. Love you, too.” Roman gasps in mock offence, immediately falling back into a faux rivalry at the signs of Remus calming down. He doesn’t retort in his own defense though, bumping their foreheads together at the light patch where they share a birth mark.

“You will be ok. Even if you have to have me bring you food forever. I’d do it, y’know!”

“I know you would. Bringing bread to the poor pauper, eh, princey?” Remus laughs properly now, sniffling away the last of his tears as his gripped fists relax slightly. He grins up at Roman, who smiles back at him tauntingly.

“Let me care about you without being insulting for once in your life, Rem.” Roman pulls out of their hug, sitting across from him on the floor, both looking small as children in the large bedroom of their parent’s manor. Remus rubs his own arm, feeling the tickling and gripping of hands subsiding.

“I’m not an idiot, Roman. I know you’d always take care of my ass.”

“No matter the cost! I promise.”

“Ok, drama king.”

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Knocking on his door jolts Remus out of a trance. Hands tug at him, but he brushes them off into nothingness and dissolving shadows as he sits up and walks to the door. “In a minute!” He kicks aside a box and a few clothes to make a path for himself as he goes. The door opens onto two of his housemates, one being his twin, and the other being the newest of the bunch. Remus took to simply referring to them as “Pastel” to compliment the “Emo” of his and his twin’s final housemate, their childhood friend Virgil. Pastel has a very hardened look, uncanny on their soft face. Remus glances over their expression, trailing over to Roman’s, which is held taught and drawn.

“Er- Is something going on?”

“Um,” Roman goes to start, stumbling over himself. “Your- your dealer showed up again.”

“Ugh, seriously? I told him not to come to your house anymore, bro, I don’t know what to say. I’ll text him again but-“

“How much money do you owe him?” Pastel speaks up, their voice cracking awkwardly. Remus pauses and blinks at them. He quirks an eyebrow at them, taken aback. “Remus…” they speak as though a beartrap will sink into their flesh if they say the wrong thing. “I know that you- you need that stuff to feel ‘normal’,” the air quotes make Remus roll his eyes, but they continue undisturbed. “But I’ve asked so, so many times to at least not tell those creeps this address!”

“Patton, it’s ok,” Roman cuts in, setting a hand on their shoulder despite them towering above the both of them. “Really, Remus said he can text the weirdo again. I assure you, things will-!”

“Roman,” Patton says, a warning in their voice that makes Remus flinch; as demeaning and scolding as a father to a 3-year-old. “We- we talked about this,” Patton mutters, as though Remus isn’t right there. Roman glances at them desperately, then glances to Remus.

Remus laughs uncomfortably, scratching his calf with his foot. “What is this? What’s happening?”

Roman’s face pinches up again, a sharp breath leaving him. “Remus, Patton and I have talked about the- this whole issue with your dealers coming around. Look, I know… I know that you feel you need those things for your hallucinations, but- just what do you think would happen if they showed up when dad visits?!”

“Uh, they wouldn’t,” Remus laughs.

“You don’t know that! Gosh, it’s enough that you’re staying here under their noses! Remus, you’re going to get one of us hurt!” Patton’s fists are balled, and they keep shutting their eyes as though flinching at their own words. “You need- you need to take this somewhere else. I can’t have you putting Roman and Virgil in danger!”

“What?! They’re not in danger!” Remus is already shouting, even as he watches them both flinch. He holds his hands out to the sides in disbelief, staring open mouthed at his brother. Roman doesn’t counter Patton’s points though, just stands still with his lip trembling just slightly. “Roman? Roman, c’mon, they’re talking crazy!”

“Remus,” Roman pleads. “Look, you have a job and savings… You make enough to get your own place. You-“

“What are you talking about?” Remus shouts, high and strained.

“Please quiet down!” comes a taught, anxious yell from another room in the hall. Footsteps, and then the final roommate is peeking his face out at them. “Guys, it’s freakin’ midnight. What are you screaming about?”

“Oh, I don’t know, apparently how I’m a big boy now so I should fuck off to my own place so these two don’t have to look at me anymore!”

“Remus! That’s not what either of us said!” Roman tries to protest, not quite shouting but not quiet.

“It’s what ‘Pastel’ over here means,” Remus spits, venom dripping off what he used to use as a friendly nickname. Patton’s mouth slams shut and they tense up, their eyes watering.

“Remus, you’re scaring them,” Virgil warns, sliding up beside Patton to hold their hand. All Remus sees is a wall being formed. All he sees is three sets of stone-cold gazes shunning him out. He balls up his fists, heavy, hot breaths leaving him. He cries out, kicks the frame of his door with bare feet, and slams his door on their faces.

“You fucking promised!” he shouts through the door as he kicks the box from before into the wall. Roman flinches hard on the other side, drawing himself up like he might respond, before he turns tail and takes off towards the living room.

Virgil stares back and forth between him disappearing and Patton. “Geeze, guys, that was rough,” he whispers scoldingly. Patton is still tense, eyes closed and breathing uneven. Virgil notices, and holds their face gently, tutting at them. “Hey hey, you know shouting gets at you.” He leads them to their shared bedroom, only sparing one glance back to Remus’s door.

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Remus seethes, laying face-first on the floor, panting into the nice carpets. He feels like puking. He feels like screaming more. He feels like killing everyone in this house- No, no he doesn’t. He shakes away the images of knives and blood beneath his hands, pressing his palms into the carpet to ground himself.

The only one left, tumbles and falls into the pile of dominos that represent everyone who decided he wasn’t worth looking at. Roman? Roman, his twin? Kicking him out? It’s not something he even considered, not once, not even when he began staying here under their parent’s noses. Their parent’s sneering, poked up in the air noses. He briefly pictures their smashed faces, before shaking that image away as well. He takes a deep breath. It’s that stupid Pastel soft kid – it has to be. They’ve twisted it somehow! His dealers aren’t even scary ones, they just sell weed! And- and a few other things, but they aren’t dangerous! Even- even if he’s starting to owe them in the thousands and that one with that dumb jacket has showed up outside their house about five times. Or ten.

Remus rolls over onto his back, staring hard at the ceiling. He drags a hand down his face. He is dangerous. He is putting them in danger. He can’t stop himself from punching his own forehead at the realization. Remus bites down on his knuckle, chewing at the skin. He’s always going to put people in danger, isn’t he. He groans and sits up, moving finally to his bed- or what was his bed. Who knows what idiot they’ll bring in to replace him. He settles heavily against his sheets, picking up his phone. He scrolls mindlessly through his contacts through blurry eyes.

Surely someone can let him couch surf. There’s Remy from the tattoo shop. They’re always nice to him, even if it is out of some weird pity. Remus bites down on his boney knuckle again, stressed. Remy already had three roommates, and he doubts they need any more with as much as they complain about the cramped space. He scrolls through two previous dealers, through random people he hasn’t spoken to in years and nameless numbers. At the very bottom of his numbers is a halfhearted Christmas wish from his mother, and a contact that hasn’t been texted in actual years.

He sits up slightly, brain turning. The contact’s name is just a green apple emoji and a heart, but he knows it instantly. He opens the texts, a chuckle leaving him as he reads through his high school self’s banter with an old friend. Her spitfire replies are all sent within seconds of his initial messages while his own replies sometimes have days between them. He smiles, slightly, cradling the phone without realizing.

He falls back on his pillow, sighing. The text box comes up, and he begins to type. Fuck, what do you say after three years? After all that happened?

Dooky: heyyyyyyyyy jan

Yeah, he can’t think of anything better. He presses send without thinking any further. He shakes out the anxiety with his arms, wiggling against the sheets that will not be his in the morning.

🍏🖤: Well, well, well.

Her reply is only a few minutes delayed, to his shock. He sits up straight in bed, hunching over his phone with a grin. She still has his number saved?!

🍏🖤: Virgil’s earworms finally wriggle out of your brain Carmona?

Remus giggles, nerves and excitement at speaking to her again behind the other’s backs clashing together in his brain like metal pots.

Dooky: if I tell u theyre getting rid of me too wld u believe me?

The dots come up, the typing bubble rising and falling for long minutes.

🍏🖤: What do you need Remus?

He can’t decipher her tone. Is she angry? She has every right to be. He takes in a shaky breath, brow furrowing up in stress.

Dooky: i need a couch to surf >x(

Yeah, casual and silly, just like in high school. She always loved how goofy he was. The bubbles don’t come up though, and he stares at the screen until it darkens. He gnaws on his lip anxiously, just waiting. Waiting for a deserved rejection. Waiting for her to assign to him the vitriol that their shared friend dished to her years ago. He’s so focused on the ‘maybes’ that her text scares him.

🍏🖤: Ok. You're a lucky man. I happen to have a free couch.

🍏🖤: Hope you like bedbugs and mold.

🍏🖤: Here’s the address.

He shriek-laughs with surprise and delight, and spams so many heart emojis at her that he’s sure she turned her phone off. Reinvigorated, he starts shoving things in bags and boxes. He has a lot of clothes, but enough bags and trunk space in his beat-up truck to get downtown with all his stuff. He pauses with a handful of junk half stuffed in a bag. He doesn’t want to see them. He stumbles on his own feet, staring at the door as though, just maybe, Roman will knock and promise to protect him. As though he’s 18 and not 21, as though he’s in that stupid manor full of people that hate him with a single comfort in his whole world. A stupid pauper being brought bread under his parent’s monarchy.

He sighs out a held breath. No. Roman won’t be coming to the door this time. And he doesn’t want to see him either way.

“Fuck this,” he whispers under his breath. He will wait until they’ve all gone to sleep, and he’ll be gone in the dead of night. Fuck this. The least he needs is another wall of dominos crashing in on his shoulders to crush him under their judgement. An old friend to fall back on has given him confidence, however shaky, and if these assholes want him gone then he will disappear like the Great Houdini. He puffs out his chest, and finishes his packing.

He chucks his entire life into the back of his rusted blue chrome truck, and he is gone. When his twin wakes up, he will be gone. Exactly like he wants.

[the-family-of-monsters]

The Family of Monsters: Chapter 1 - Broken Day

By: Nova The Killer Kaiju; Co-Written by Agent Zero

A cold chill fills the air as pitch black darkness envelops a lone boy, reaching out into the nothingness, confused and afraid.

“Where am I?” he thinks.

“I-I can’t see.”

Although his vision slowly gains clarity, what he sees is not made much clearer to him; The ground beneath him is nonexistent, for he floats in an endless, sable void. It is not long before he begins to hear the faint whispers of something horrid closing in on him. He chokes on his breath, his anxiety drawn from the wretched voices surrounding him, invading his mind. It was then where the young man saw the very being that brought him here. An enormous, ebony spirit adorned with violet eyes and a wicked smile appears before him. It surrounds the frightened child as its haunting voice reaches into his ears,

”JASON… YOU MUST BRACE YOURSELF,” the spirit screeches out.

The child, baffled and shaking at the very presence of this unfathomable being knowing his name, struggles to stay stable in the endless darkness. He speaks out towards the frightening voice, struggling to reach words as he nervously stammers before it,

“W-What!? W-What are you? What’s going on!?” He exclaimed to the spirit before it suddenly interrupted to speak more.

“HORRID EVENTS BEFALL US… YOU MUST BE PREPARED!” The wretched spirit declared unto the child.

The young boy’s mind raced, refusing to believe what he was witnessing. He pressed on, asking for an explanation, but the sudden nature of it made him waste his breath as he called upon it.

“T-T-This can’t be real… What do you mean by this?”

Without another word, the gargantuan ghost grabs hold of Jason, grasping his tiny body intensely, as if to crush the defenseless child as it begins to whisper wickedly into his very being; A haunting voice that scratched at the mind and soul of even the most heartless of individuals.

“YOU WILL KNOW VERY SOON.”  

Jason struggled to escape its cold, deathly grasp, but to no avail. The Ghost held his nearly crushed body high above as it slowly opened its horrid maw, revealing a slimy, living, tar-like ooze that grasped at the child and dragged him into its unsightly jaw, completely consuming the boy and swallowing him whole. The young man’s screams seemingly drowned out by the eldritch howls of what appeared to be forsaken souls that surrounded this horrid specter. Jason felt his very lungs being strangled by the cold, ghastly grasp of The Ghost’s maw as his body succumbed to the darkness. Wriggling and ripping into his skin, each grasp of those hideous tendrils were colder than the last, until they finally reached his mouth and silenced his screams. His struggles failed him as his energy had been ebbed away and his vision began to fade once more, the tendrils blocking his eyes as darkness took hold of him.

“WAKE UP!”

His screams of terror would become quite audible as Jason suddenly finds himself in his bed, coughing as if he was struggling to breathe prior to screaming awake. His skin was pale and covered in cold sweat. A nightmare? Whatever it was, it felt all too real for the poor child, and it was not the way he wanted to start his morning. Regardless, his commotion was not unheard, as in through his door came his older sister, Monica, along with her partner Pokémon, an Absol affectionately referred to as Angel. She immediately checked upon the scared child and realized the situation.

“Jeez, Jason… you nearly gave me a heart attack with all that screaming.”

Angel came to Jason’s side and licked his hand affectionately in an attempt to calm him down as Monica wiped the sweat from his brow, all while asking if he was ok.

“I-I-I don’t know… Ghh.”

This was all he could mutter as his shaking began to slow down. The elder sister crossed her arms and leaned against the bed frame, an expression of pity plastered on her face as she looked down at her frightened little brother.

“Sounds like this was a rough one, huh,” she asked.

Jason nods, but Monica quickly interrupts his pondering as she passes him his shirt, landing upon his face.

“Well,” Monica began in a slightly teasing manner.

“As much as I wish I could help with that, ‘fraid we’ve got no time for that now. You gotta get ready for school today.”

“Oh…great,” Jason says in a tone most unamused.

But his scowl soon disappeared when Angel gave him a happy lick across his cheek, causing him to playfully push her snout out of the way. Monica and Angel soon left Jason in his room so that he may get changed. Thankfully it didn’t not take long before he strapped on his clothes, brushed his dark navy hair, and slapped on his favorite hat, a blue flame beanie. Despite him looking ready to face the world, the expression on his face could not be more opposed to that statement. The poor kid was rather nervous and not looking forward to dealing with anything the world wanted to throw at him, to say the least. As he prepared himself, Monica began making his favorite breakfast. The lovely aroma of huevos empanados began to fill the house up as Jason came out of his room. As the young boy takes a seat, he ponders about another thought that has bothered him as of late.

“You got that look on your face again, chico,” Monica remarks, raising an eyebrow as he picks upon his food, appearing quite disheartened.

“What’s on your mind, now?”

“You already know who I’m thinking of, Moni. I just…I miss Mami a lot.”

Monica sighed at the mention of their mother, looking rather impatient with this subject already as she planted her hand upon the countertop.

“Look, I get it. But what can we do? Mom may have said she loved us, but that doesn’t change the fact that she did some terrible things working for that gang. Those people got hurt because of her. I don’t know when she’s coming back and quite frankly, I don’t care to know.”

The frustration she expressed quickly fades away as she watches Jason bury his face in his palms out of distress. Guilty over her rashness, she gently patted the back of his head in an attempt to comfort him.

“I’m sorry, hermanito,” Monica quietly tells Jason as she kneels down to his level.

“I just…I don’t like talking about it. Listen, that’s in the past now. You don’t have to worry about it anymore. As long as we stick together, we can push through anything, ya hear?”

The boy clears the small tears from his eyes as he nods in silent agreement with his sister. Making sure to finish his food before Monica hands him his backpack, he marches out the front door, the Sacrian sun beaming into his eyes as he takes in the crowded, stale air of his hometown.

The view of San Tenebro is nothing short of an unfortunate sight. The favela’s cramped buildings and homes imprint a feeling of suffocation and constraint as the boy observes the other residents going about their rowdy business. The boy sighed, muttering to himself as he walks down the steps from his front door,

“Let’s get this over with.”

Making sure to reach beneath the steps Jason grabbed hold of his hidden joy. An old skateboard that he’s had since he was little. It was always too big for him back then, but he never stopped practicing with it whenever he could, which made him quite adept at smaller tricks. It wasn’t something that he would brag about, as it was more so used to help him relax before proceeding with his daily, stress-filled life.

Pushing along the streets while evading passerby pedestrians, the young boy took in the sound of the wheels rolling against the brick and concrete; The speed of the wind, like poetry in motion and sound. He’d see the wild and stray Pokémon living in the neighborhood, going about their lives. Hearing Chatots singing their songs and seeing Baile Oricorios dancing along to the sound caused Jason to giggle, seemingly wanting to join them while on his board. Tipping his board up in a manual, he soon begins a Spacewalk, swinging his hips in rhythm to the Oricorios nearby, as if dancing alongside them. It was silly, but it brought him joy in that very moment…that was until some loud snickering was heard from around the corner in an alley.

As soon as Jason stopped, he quickly surveyed his surroundings, trying to appraise just where the noises were coming from. Soon, he found himself on the ground, his head sore from what seemed to be a half empty can thrown at him, scaring the poor bird Pokémon into flight. The cronies make themselves known: two larger teens, one of a heavier set and the other a lithe, gangly build. But the one in the middle was the one who Jason recognized the most. The short, but cruel Eduardo “Saeki” Alvarez, a red haired bully with a twisted attachment towards the meek Jason, like a predator playing with its food.

“Well, looky here,” Saeki exclaimed, standing over Jason with a wicked sneer splayed across his face.

“We caught ourselves a little pansy dancing with some birds.”

Jason, trembling at the embarrassment, could only stammer out a weak response,

“S-Saeki! N-No, I was just p-p-passing-”

His words are interrupted by members of his gang.

“P-puh-pu-pu-PUSSY! Spit it out, ya little turd!”

Their hollering grew louder as Saeki eyed Jason’s skateboard beside him, wasting no time in snatching it.

“NO!” Jason screamed.

“C’mon, give it back!”

The heavier goon proceeded to kick the poor boy in the stomach for speaking out, putting him back on the ground and leaving him grasping at his midsection in pain. Saeki spat in Jason’s direction, an evil grin sliding onto his face,

“You think you’re hot shit, riding this thing around like nothing’s the matter?”

Before Jason could even blink, Saeki held the board above his head before bringing it down on his knee, breaking it in two before tossing the broken thing in Jason’s direction.

“Know your goddamn place, little bitch.”

Jason’s tears began to well, but were soon cut off by Saeki’s thugs picking him up and throwing him back into the street. The head honcho himself pointed towards the school before screaming at the crying boy,

“Keep moving, Serizawa! Run!”

Instinctually following the instruction, Jason hobbled back onto his feet and quickly walked off, a trail of tears being left in his wake.

Just another day in San Tenebro.

Through a bruised body and a bruised spirit, Jason managed to make it to school. If this morning was anything to go by, his day was not going to fare any better. Understaffed, undermanaged, and undercooked was the best way to summarize going to Fortenegro Middle School. A locale that was far too exposed to the blistering Sacrian heat with barely functioning fans sparsely placed in some classrooms. Jason wasted no time on anything else and headed straight into his first classroom, enduring his monotonous schedule run by his milquetoast and neglectful teachers. Lunchtime would soon arrive, but despite Jason’s aching hunger, he could not bring himself to touch the food as he sat at one of the tables all by his lonesome. Soon, he heard a familiar snickering from behind him.

“Miss me, shit-heel?” Saeki said as he sat himself next to Jason with his arm around the boy’s shoulder. Jason couldn’t bring himself to say anything, slightly trembling once again.

“Hey, I’m talking to you, slant-eye! Didn’t think I was done with ya, huh?”

Saeki went on to snatch Jason’s beanie from his head, leaving the boy even more distressed at his presence.

“Whatcha gonna do about it, wuss? Huh!?”

He exclaims before tossing the beloved hat away from reach, throwing even more abuse in Jason’s ears,

“Sheesh, you’re pathetic! How can that chancha of a sister stand you? A coward like you has no place in the world.”

Jason buried his head in his arms, trying so hard not to cry before Saeki grabbed him by the collar and got in his face, that signature grin still present as he finally whispered the one thing that he knew would break him.

“You should just die along with that slut.”

Jason, unable to take anymore, screamed in Saeki’s face. Knowing that the boy was truly unable to fight back, Saeki wound his fist back for a punch, only to be blindsided and knocked to the ground. As Jason’s vision cleared, he looked over to his savior: his best friend, Milo Nunez, who immediately squared up to Saeki, stanced and ready to throw down.

“Leave him alone, filho da puta!” Milo shouts at Saeki, the bully fuming with anger at the sight of him.

“Oh great, this freak. You just had to go and save your boyfriend, didn’t you, girly?”

Saeki’s attempts to deconstruct Milo fell on deaf ears, the dark-skinned boy unphased by the weak verbal jabs as he spits back,

“Oh yeah, real tough! Going around and picking on the little guy. What kind of man does that make you, then?”

Saeki, gritting his teeth at the response, reaches into his pocket before pulling out his navaja and pointing it towards the trained fighter with a manic smile on his face.

“I’m more of a man than you’ll ever be!!”

Before the two could charge at each other, a whistle is blown from across the room as a teacher along with two prefects ran in to break up the fight. Upon spotting them, Saeki quickly hid his blade before they could see it.

“Tch…You got lucky this time, shit-skin. But you better watch your back!”

The redhead was then escorted away by the prefects while Milo stayed behind to check on Jason, who seemed utterly distraught.

“Jei…you ok?”

It was safe to say that Jason was not ok as he began to sob loudly, absolutely wrought with guilt at what just happened.

“M-Milo, I’m so s-s-sorry!! God, I-I-I didn’t know what to d-do, I was too afraid! Gah, why am I such a coward!?”

Jason’s stream of self-hate was quickly interrupted by a hug from Milo, moving his hands to wipe the tears off his face in an attempt to comfort him.

“Jei, please don’t worry about it. I’m always gonna be around for you. And besides, any day where I give Saeki what's coming to him is a good day to me.”

Jason lightly chuckles at the remark, still keeps holding Milo closely and feeling his heartbeat against his ear. It was quite calming and one of the few times that the boy truly felt at ease. He took a deep breath before Milo made a slight cough, indicating that the hug was drawn out enough.

“Oh! Eheheh…sorry.” Jason couldn’t help but blush from the encounter, to which Milo snerks and smiles.

“You’re lucky you’re so cute. We should catch up on our training again soon, aight?”

Jason’s heart thumped loudly in his chest, his thoughts racing instantaneously. He had always liked Milo for a long time, but lately such feelings had been pushed to a whole new apex. Jason loved Milo, but was always worried of potentially overcomplicating what they already had. He didn’t want to risk it, but his heart ached for more. However, the moment was short-lived as both he and his friend were then shouted at by one of the teachers to stay after school for detention and guided to the principal’s office.

In Jason’s eyes, it seemed that no good deed truly goes unpunished. Even for the victim.

It was around 4:15 in the afternoon. Monica rolled up slowly, parking her motorcycle near Fortenegro’s front entrance. As she cut the engine and popped out the kickstand, she looked towards the building, slightly grimacing at some less than fond memories she held when she was in middle school after her family moved to Sacri. Over the years spent in the region, she had built a bit of an infamous reputation with the locals of San Tenebro. The headstrong and fiercely determined type, it would come as a surprise that her ambitions would attract many enemies that wished to drag her name through the mud. One day, this provocation went a step too far, and Monica ruthlessly attacked one such rival in a fit of rage. Such acts never fade into obscurity, though, and she soon became a sort of black sheep in the community. A bad seed; a problematic child from a problematic family, now left to care for her younger brother and teach him her devious ways…or so they would say. Monica shook her head, knocking the thoughts loose and made her way inside and down the halls towards the offices, where Jason sat idly, too downtrodden to even acknowledge his sister.

As Monica walked Jason down the hall with her arm over his shoulder, one of the teachers noticed the two and spoke out towards them, not even bothering to hide his disapproval,

“It’s no surprise you ended up in detention if that’s the ‘family’ you're stuck with, Serizawa.”

Monica grits her teeth at the comment, but Jason quickly grabs her attention, looking into her eyes and silently mouthing “don’t.” Taking a deep, sharp breath, she continued walking without saying a word. Soon, they made their way out of the suffocating building and hopped onto Monica’s bike, riding off from the makeshift prison that San Tenebro called “school”.

“¡Pinche pendejo…!” Monica exclaims.

“I’ve seen Cacturne that are less of a prick than that guy!”

The woman began to go on a tirade of how much of an insufferable piece of work some people can be, but Jason was unable to process most if not any of it. Instead, something worse was bubbling in his mind.

“Monica…I’m sick of this,” he faintly utters.

“Oh… Am I upsetting you?” - she presumes, still keeping her eyes on the narrow roads.

“No…I hate this place. I hate this school…I hate this town…I HATE IT HERE!!”

Jason’s screams faded to silence as he clutched onto his sister’s sides even tighter. It made Monica wince, but hearing him yell like this hurt her even more. The rest of the ride was silent before they made it home. Once they were both off the bike, Monica turned to face Jason, looking quite disappointed. Not with her brother, but with herself.

“Go ahead, hermano…” she mumbled, attempting to hold back her emotions.

“Let it all out. Lay it on me.”

“I keep going through the same thing again and again and again. In and out of school is just terrible. I’m just left alone with awful people who see me as nothing but a burden. Heck, maybe they’re right! I’m not tough and I’m not brave. I’m just a weak, spineless coward who always makes things worse! And that’s not even mentioning Saeki! He b-broke my board…called you awful names and…and t-told me…he told me to die!”

Jason’s ranting mixed with tears that began streaming down his face, his cheeks turning red as all of his frustration and sorrows were put onto the forefront for all to see. It didn’t matter to him anymore. He needed to be heard by one of the very few people in this world that seemed to care.

“I can’t live like this, Moni…I don’t want to live like this…I don’t-”

Jason’s words were interrupted by a sudden embrace from Monica, who couldn’t hold it in anymore as her own tears began to fall.

“Jei… I’m so sorry.”

The woman softly weeps as she attempts to wipe the tears from his face, not seeming to care about her own.

“It… It’s not your fault, sis,” he replies, leaving Monica to retort,

“No, it’s my fault for not trying harder…but I’m going to make it up to you…cause I’m taking you out of that trashy ass school.”

Jason, left wide-eyed and confused at such a proclamation, can only stammer,

“W-What? What are you saying?”

Monica takes a breath and smiles,

“Well…before they told me about the detention, I was actually gonna tell you some good news. I managed to land a new job as a bartender at Soleda Town! Which means we’re gonna be moving closer to the big city!”

Jason was absolutely dumbfounded, yet overjoyed at this sudden revelation, as shown by the smile that began to stretch across his face, one which Monica happily returned. glad to see her brother in better spirits.

“There’s that happy face, hehe. Now, you head inside and get ready for bed. We got a big new day tomorrow, and I promise it will be a good one!”

Monica cheekily squeezes Jason’s beanie upon his head, leaving him unable to help but giggle as tells his sister goodnight before he heads inside for the night.

Another day passed, Jason walking out of Fortenegro with his sister awaiting him on her bike. Thankfully, he didn’t seem any worse for wear this time around.

“Sooo, how’d it go,” Monica playfully asks while lounging upon her bike seat.

“Funny enough, nothing bad actually happened today,” Jason says with a nonplussed expression. At this, Monica can’t help but exclaim,

“Hah! Oh really? No wild encounters of the dick-headed kind?”

“Oddly, no! In fact, I got to chat with Milo again. Hehe…”

Noticing a slight blush growing on her little brother’s face, Monica’s smirk widens slightly.

“Oooohhh~ Did you say that you love him yet~?” She teasingly coos. Jason playfully snapped back as his blush got worse,

“C-Callate! I-I haven’t- uhh…umm.”

The very notion of confessing his feelings towards Milo gets the poor boy flustered, to which Monica can’t help but cackle at his reaction.

“D'aww, relax little bro. It’s ok to have feelings. You two have known each other since you were tiny, so it only makes sense. Hell, I wouldn’t mind having him as a brother-in-law, hehehe!”

Jason pulls his beanie over his eyes in protest.

“Nope! Can’t hear you! Jason’s not here right now!”

The young woman then loudly patted the back seat of her bike.

“Oh, quit being a drama queen and hop on! We’ve got places to be!”

Pulling his hat up, Jason stared at his sister with a quizzical look.

“Uhhh, what do you mean?”

As the boy gets on the bike, she starts its engine, testing the motor with a few revs. Looking back, Monica smiles as she explains,

“I promised you a big day, and I’m not going to disappoint on that front! We’re gonna be going to Morro City!”

As they begin to ride off, Jason is caught by surprise at both the movement of her bike and the reveal of their destination.

“W-Wait, what!?” Jason remarked.

“Morro City? Don’t you think it’s a little late for that? It could get rough if we stick around at night!”

Monica rolled her eyes as she sped off,

“You worry too much, hermanito! The day is still fresh and we got plenty to see! It’ll be fun!”

“I don’t think you worry enough, but I trust you!”

With those last words, Jason gripped Monica tight as they zoomed off to Morro, the Grand City of Change.

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Morro City, a bustling tourist trap of a city known for having a restless nature that could compete with Castelia City of the Unova Region. Just going through the historical parts of the city like Viejo Morro felt like an adventure through time for Jason.

“Wow…” He marveled as he observed the bright lights above.

“It’s been forever since we’ve visited the city, Moni!”

“Well just stay close to me and I’ll make sure the fun keeps on going,” Monica cheers.

The siblings rejoice as they take the time to witness the beautiful views, the traditional street music, and even hit up a few of the arcades found there. Monica was good at gaming, but Jason always knew how to catch her by surprise, whether from catching a second wind or some mild sabotage. After many prize exchanges, the two left the arcade with hunger nipping at their heels, leaving the older sibling to scout around for a place to chow down.

She soon found the perfect place: Mar Chiquita, a small restaurant that, among other delights, sold deep-fried empanadas. A perfect bite to help control their growling stomachs. After making their orders and taking their seats, the two took to enjoying their warm, crunchy delicacies without a care in the world…at least that was Jason’s case. But as she enjoyed her own meal, Monica couldn’t help but overhear patrons at the table behind her,

“Did you hear about the recent break-ins around the towns nearby? It’s been happening a lot more frequently. I hope this isn’t some gang type stuff.”

Monica couldn’t help but grow somewhat worried, but seeing Jason’s happy expression practically forced her to shake it off as to not look concerned enough for him to notice. But it seemed like it was for naught as he soon looked out the window, a look of nervousness starting to settle upon him.

“Yo, what’s the matter?” Monica inquired, to which her baby brother gulped as he pointed at the sun beginning to set.

“It’s getting late, Moni. We should probably head home now.”

Monica crosses her arms as she complains,

“Ah, c’mon little bro, it’s even that late! Let’s stick around for one more thing, yeah?”

“Wait,” Jason began to protest,

“Y-you said we’d be h-home before d-d-dark! You know I-I hate being out l-l-late at night, Moni…”

She pouts at his pleas, but soon throws her arms up in defeat.

“Ughh, fine. we’ll head home…also, we really need to get that stutter checked out, hermano.”

Jason leers at his sister’s comment before they both start making their way back to Monica’s bike. On the way back, she looked over to her brother before giving him a light, somewhat playful push. Quickly though, she grew serious as she spoke,

“Listen Jei, you gotta learn to buck up more. You can’t spend your life acting so scared of everything.”

“I can’t help it, you know,” Jason remarks.

“It’s just an instinct of mine, or something.”

While she hears him out, Monica doesn’t seem fully convinced, knowing that the boy had to have something deep inside him screaming to be free.

“Well, I can tell you really want to be brave and you want it bad…You know what I think? You just gotta find and take whatever’s holding you back and give it a good sock in the jaw!”

Jason laughed slightly as he added to her method,

“So you’re saying I should knock Saeki out, got it.”

Monica snickered at the mental image of the red-haired bastard crumpled on the ground.

“Hah! That might be it,” she says as she pats Jason over the head, pushing his beanie over his eyes.

The boy laughed as well, pulling his hat back out of his face. As he does, however, it suddenly grows eerily silent. A stark contrast to what the city was like but a few seconds ago. In fact, as he looked around, he immediately realized Monica had vanished into thin air, along with every other pedestrian in the vicinity. There was no one there except for Jason himself.

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He looked around frantically, calling his sister’s name, but the streets were dead silent. Soon, the city’s lights had begun to fade, one by one until all was left in the dark, the sky also growing dimmer by the second.

“M-M-Moni? What’s going on? Where are you? Hello!?”

Not a sound was heard other than Jason’s own voice echoing through the now desolate streets of Morro. Soon after, a dense, gray fog began creeping into the streets, leaving Jason barely able to see any of his surroundings.

“Hello!? Anyone! Where is everyone!?”

At this point, the poor boy was absolutely frightened and confused at the sudden shift in environment and total evanescence of the populace. Left with no choice, he began to wander the vacant streets, alone and afraid; exactly what he feared would happen at some point in his life, but never to this extreme degree. Attempting to compose himself, Jason took deep breaths every step of the way, his heart rate ever subtly beginning to crawl back to normal…that was until his breath was stolen upon hearing a ghastly voice emanating from close by.

A familiar voice.

”COME… CLOSER.”

This voice…This awful, raspy voice was known to the boy. It was that same voice that haunted his nightmare from the night before. Shivers traveled down his spinal column as he slowly turned around to face whatever this thing was. The fog grew darker, condensing into a thick, black smog as Jason witnessed an ever growing shadow looming over him, creeping ever closer to the boy, reaching out with gangly, disembodied hands. There was no time to scream, but there was time to run; something Jason did not waste any further time on as he ran the opposite way from the looming shade. The creature began its pursuit, nearly catching him at some points, but the terrified boy always barely managed to slip though its fingers. Short on breath, he managed to evade the ghastly entity again, but needed to stop around a nearby corner to regain his stamina.

“No, no, no, no, no,” Jason hurriedly thought to himself.

“This can’t be happening! This isn’t really happening!”

Peeking around the same corner, he made sure the coast was clear from whatever that thing was. After enough surveying, he believed that it was finally gone and proceeded to step forward…only to find that he couldn't seem to move his foot. Looking down, a wave of cold fear washed over Jason as he spies the disembodied hand of the ghoul grasping at his ankle, pinning him down as it begins to pull him down to the ground. The boy screams out in terror, panic completely taking over,

“NO! OH GOD, HELP! LEMME GO, PLEASE!”

The shadowy figure chuckled in some kind of sadistic glee at the sound of the child’s plea. Refusing to comply, it forcibly drags him along the ground towards an encroaching darkness. Jason struggled with all of his strength to break free from its cold grasp. Slender tendrils grab ahold of his body, slowly consuming him as his vision fades to black, his senses grow cold, and his body goes limp, completely consumed by the ebony-clad creature.

“WAKE UP!”

The first thing Jason hears upon being startled awake is the sound of his sister in slight panic. A cold, wet sensation could be felt upon his face as his vision began to settle, soon realizing that it was Angel licking him awake again, both her and Monica worried sick about him.

“M-M-Moni…?” Jason trembled as his senses slowly returned to him.

“Fuck, Jason,” she exclaimed

“You scared the crap out of me! Wha…what happened?”

Jason suddenly sprung up, holding onto his sister tightly and unable to help but loudly sob in her arms.

“Oh God, Moni! W-Where did you go!? I-I was so alone a-a-and everything was gone and-”

Wrapping her arms around him, his sister began to comfort him.

“Shh, shh, shh. Hey. I’m here…I’ve always been here. I think you had a panic attack, hermanito. I’ve been here this whole time…are you ok?”

Jason, though not crying as much, still trembled from the fear of it all.

“N-No… I wanna go home now… please.”

Monica nods and helps her kid brother stand up again. Taking her Pokéball, she has Angel return, the Disaster Pokémon giving Jason one last sympathetic look.

“Come on back, Angel…we’re going home.”

One grueling ride back home later, after this rather eventful day, Monica and Jason were exhausted from their little excursion. The boy had completely calmed down by this point, but was about ready to call it a day and just pass out upon his bed. Monica sighed as she pulled her bike up to a complete stop in front of their place. Looking back at her baby brother, she earnestly inquired one last time,

“You gonna be ok, hermano?”

Jason, rubbing his eyes, gives a quiet nod in response.

“Y’know,” the older sibling began,

“You should really look into getting back to training that thing with Milo… what’s it called uh… Muahh Muy, Muy-tah-”

Jason snickers at her poor pronunciation attempts and speaks up,

“You mean Muay Thai? I mean, Milo did remind me yesterday. Maybe I should try it again.”

The two soon dismounted the parked bike, and Monica continued to speak as she rolled it into their makeshift garage; composed of a cramped, but sheltered alley between their house and a vacant lot.

“Yeah, that one! You two have been hitting it off lately. Besides, you could use some toughening-”

Monica’s words were interrupted as she looked towards the front door, immediately noticing something off. Jason, noticing the shift in her mood, asked,

“Moni? Oye, Moni, what’s-”

His question was soon cut off as Monica quickly motioned for him to quiet down. Inching forward, the older sibling points out a very disconcerting sight. Their door had been left ajar. In fact, the latch appeared to be forcibly broken off from the outside. Someone or something had broken in.

Jason’s confusion shifted to worry as Monica told him to stay behind her and to keep low. Gulping, the boy complies, sticking to his sister like glue as she reached past a bench in the garage and pulled out an old baseball bat that she had lying around for moments like this. Reaching around her belt, the woman pulls out Angel’s Pokéball, sending her out for extra support. Since neither she nor Jason knew who or what could be inside or if even they were alone, more help was a necessity.

Monica slowly pushed the door open with her bat, allowing Angel to creep inside and scout ahead. Jason, despite his fear going into overdrive, stills his tongue and maintains his silence while sticking close to his sister. She reached around the wall for the light switch, straddling her fingers against the old paint until she felt the familiar, cheap plastic of the switch and flipped it on. The sight they were greeted with was far from ideal.

The siblings’ home was an absolute mess; broken plates, detached kitchen drawers, and the fridge seemingly raided with a cornucopia of food all over the floor. Monica scowled at the display, but held her rage back as moved over to and opened the pantry, motioning Jason to get inside. The boy was bewildered, but his sister was firm in her judgement, leaving him to comply and sit in the pantry. Closing it shut, Monica whispers to her little brother, a very intense tone in her voice.

“Jason, no matter what happens, you have to stay hidden, ok? Don’t make a sound and stick to the shadows. If something happens to me, I want you to go to the Menendez house across the street and find help, alright?”

Jason stammered quietly, but the deadly serious look in his sister’s face was enough for him to stow away his questions and nod, staying put as Monica closed the door.

“Be brave for me, hermanito,” Monica softly uttered as she took hold of her bat, having Angel prepared to battle beside her.

Jason brought his hands together over his mouth, lost in utter fear of what could happen. He didn’t dare make any noise lest he give away his position. Peeking through the pantry doors, he noticed Monica and Angel sneaking around, searching for the intruder. They had each other’s back, peeking around every corner and clearing each room with what felt like professional skill. With each light turned on, Monica felt that they were closing in on who or whatever could still be lurking within the darkness. The tension was palpable, Jason felt like he was holding his breath for longer than he possibly could in this period of deafening silence. Meanwhile, Monica clutched at her old bat while Angel had her claws at the ready. Five minutes. Five, agonizing minutes of scanning the whole house and…nothing. Nobody was around, not a sound to be heard save for the woman and her Pokémon's footsteps. Making her way back to the kitchen, Monica’s tension soon gave way to relief as she heavily exhaled, standing up straight and feeling her heart going rapid fire in her chest. Looking over at the pantry, she called out to her little brother.

“Jason, let’s get out of-”

A shattering crash was heard in the room as the closet door opposite the kitchen suddenly burst open, an unknown figure coming out swinging towards Monica. Jason screamed out for her to get down, to which Monica barely dodged the intruder’s swing, spotting that the intruder was armed with what appeared to be a very rusty sickle. The heavy set stranger’s appearance was nothing short of uncanny, wearing a dark, cracked mask that bared no expression, as well as being clad in a black, ragged hooded jacket.

Monica, gripping her bat tight, takes a swing, to which the intruder jolts backwards and dodges with a practiced ease. They go for a kick, which lands squarely in her chest and knocks her to the ground. However, the intruder soon found themself on the ground as Angel retaliated by pouncing on them, clawing and biting relentlessly as the masked menace struggled to pry her off. Shuffling off the floor, Monica goes for a second swing of her bat, which lands directly in the mysterious figure’s ribs.

Jason could do nothing but watch as this scuffle unfolded, a desperate fight for survival as the intruder managed to pry the Absol’s jaws from their arm, pushing her back. Angel went for another pounce, but the intruder was prepared this time, grabbing hold of the Absol by the neck and swinging her body at Monica, knocking the woman back as the Disaster Pokémon yelped out in pain.

The sadistic stranger began to choke the life out of Angel, her legs kicking and dangling as it whined and cried out, struggling to get itself free from their grasp. Jason gasped in horror as the masked one grabbed their sickle, plunging the rusted blade right into the Absol’s rib cage followed by another blow right in the poor Pokémon's stomach, forcing her to cough out own blood and cry out in utter agony. Monica could only watch and scream in horror as she witnessed the intruder brutalize her beloved Pokémon.

Crimson ichor spilled upon the floor where the unfortunate Angel was dangling, still held in the hands of this monstrous individual. Enraged, Monica lunged forward, swinging her bat overhead towards the shadowy menace, only for them to suddenly throw her beloved Absol right at her, knocking her back to the floor as her nearly disemboweled Pokémon writhed in pain on top of her, staining her shirt in the blood of her sweet Angel.

The intruder turned to face what was looking to be their next victim, but looked back at the door, hearing the sound of sirens closing in on their location. As suddenly as they came, the figure jolted out of the kitchen and into one of the bedrooms. A loud crash of glass could be heard, suggesting that they jumped out a window in an attempt to flee from the oncoming police dispatch. Jason came tripping out of the pantry and rushed over to Monica where he witnessed her clutching her bloodied Absol in her hands, her once beautiful white fur now bathed in sticky crimson gushing from her underside.

“Angel…Angel, wake up. Please wake up! Come on! D-Don’t…PLEASE!!”

Monica futility attempted to shake her Pokémon awake, but it was all for naught. Angel was gone, her lifeless body going limp in Monica’s grasp as her trainer wailed out in agony. Tears streamed down her face as she desperately pleaded for her Absol to come back. Jason’s tears were soon mixed in as he couldn’t believe his eyes.

“M-Muh…Moni…No…”

Their mourning was soon interrupted by the dispatch of officers barging in to witness the tragic scene. Two came to check upon Jason and Monica while two more went around the house in search of the intruder that caused this anguish, leaving the last officer to begin issuing orders through his radio.

“Dispatch, we have arrived at the scene of the reported 10-62, we have two witnesses here and we need a 10-52 at our location, stat.”

The officer awaits a response from the radio, but Monica soon shows the lack of patience for their routine, shouting in distress towards them,

“DON’T JUST STAND THERE, FUCKING HELP US!”

The officers soon surround the lass, careful not to drive her to further hysterics after the likely horrifying transgression she had witnessed. It was all for naught, though, as Monica's behavior shifted from enraged to borderline manic, going on a screaming tirade towards the officers that if they had shown up sooner, her Pokémon would still be alive. Jason, growing ever more anxious, grasps at his knees as he lies upon the floor, clenching his eyes shut as his sister lets her emotions run wild. Soon, she could rage no more, simply falling to her knees and crawling over to Angel’s dead body, sobbing as she mourned the loss of her beloved partner, not wanting the officer to take her away. She screamed at any of the cops who tried to get near, but soon, Jason approached her.

“M-M-Moni…p-please stop. We need to go. I don’t wanna be here…”

He could feel his choked up words forming a lump in his throat as he struggled to even utter a sound through his desperate pleas. The shaken-up Monica didn’t even budge for a good minute before she finally complied, caressing her sweet Angel one last time before closing the Pokemon’s eyes for good. Finally standing up, the two siblings are escorted out by the officers as the coroners arrive to bag up Angel. Jason and Monica sit in the back of a police cruiser, preparing to be driven to the police station. Jason tried to rest up against Monica’s side, but she didn’t respond to him. In fact, she was eerily still as she hung her head low, her hair concealing her emotions. As they are driven away, the two officers up front begin speaking of details involving the case, absolutely insensitive to the traumatized teenagers in the backseat.

“So what do you think? You think this is our guy?”

“Well, they left no traces to ID with, despite obvious signs of a struggle. It could be.”

“Man, this is the 4th case this year. This ‘Shady Killer’ is making a fool out of us!”

The passenger officer suddenly smacks the driving officer on his shoulder.

“Quiet. They’re right there, you fool!”

“Ah. Damn.”

Jason could do nothing but bring his knees up in front of him, a cold feeling infiltrating his very being as he tried to process the awful events that had occurred that night Leaning against Monica for comfort once more, he feels that she’s still unusually unresponsive…that was until he noticed her fists slowly starting to clench as she looked out the window with a menacing look in her eyes.

A look of pure malice and rage…

[waka-chan-out]

Ok concept/request, you're riding Iwaizumi in the Aoba Johsai locker room and Oikawa walks in on you two and you feel like everything is about to get really awkward, but then Iwaizumi asks if he could join in?

(I ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ your stuff so much btw!!!!!!!)

Cool Down

i am OBSESSED with this idea. y’all know how much i like writing multiple characters, huh? 👀 sorry for taking so long on this but thank you for sending in a request! i’m flattered you like my content baby i hope you’re doing well

i exclusively write post-timeskip characters so i’m going to change this to argentina national team oikawa and athletic trainer iwaizumi if that’s alright :) but the concept shall remain the same.

word count: 2k

content warnings: she/her afab reader, established relationship, threesome, oral (m. receiving), double penetration, “sir,” “good girl,” LOTS of pet names, ass play, very low risk public sex, light teasing, light dacryphilia, creampie

You could still hear players shuffling out of the arena from the locker room. Tooru had told his team not to wait up, that he was going to stay and catch up with old friends. Instead, he had pulled you into his team’s deserted locker room and pushed you against the cool concrete wall, too hyped up from his game to even manage a shower.

Somehow that made it even hotter as you tangled your fingers in his lovely blue jersey, holding on as tight as you could as you shifted up and down in his lap.

His breath rushed heavy into your ear, face screwed up in pleasure and pressed into the crook of your neck. Both of you were so wrapped up in each other that the ability to speak was stripped away entirely, leaving behind pants and groans and the occasional high pitched moan.

Your brains and bodies were occupied, and that made it impossible to hear the locker room door clunk open and the heavy footsteps approach the back row of lockers.

“Oikawa.”

The voice fell like a bucket of cold water. You couldn’t run, so you clapped your hands over your face and buried into Tooru’s shoulder. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Tooru turned around, an exhausted smile on his face.

“Iwa-chan.” He let out a cough, unable to catch his breath. “Thought you would’ve gone home by now.”

“I figured you’d pull something like this.”

“But you won’t tell, will you? Because you’re our good little Iwa-chan.”

Iwaizumi’s face screwed up in disgust.

“I wasn’t going to tell as long as you were in a generous mood.”

You perked up.

“What?” you asked. Iwaizumi crossed his arms.

“Shitty-kawa needs to learn how to share if he’s going to make a mess in our locker rooms.”

Your eyes grew wide and Tooru laughed.

“I don’t know whether to take you seriously or not, Iwa-chan.”

“I could just report you.”

“I didn’t say no, but I’m not the one you have to ask.”

They both turned to face you and your mouth grew dry.

Scanning Iwaizumi’s body, you couldn’t say you’d never thought about it. The few times you had met Tooru’s Iwa-chan in person he had such a presence around him. No matter how out of control Tooru got, Iwaizumi held the reigns, able to shut situations down in only a few words. Not only that, he was almost infuriatingly good looking. His uniform polo looked uncomfortably tight around his chest and biceps, and that’s not even mentioning the way his legs fit into his dress pants.

You wanted his arms around you. Immediately.

“Does the door lock?” you asked. Tooru grinned.

“I knew you were fun,” he said, pressing kisses to your neck. Iwaizumi’s lips curled into a smile and he disappeared for a moment. You heard an echoey click and he returned, already pulling his belt out of its loops. Tooru laughed again.

“Cocky, Iwa-chan. At least get them warmed up first.”

Iwaizumi approached you, continuing to undo his slacks.

“I think you’ve already taken care of that,” he muttered, pushing down on Oikawa’s shoulder so he would laid down on the bench. Iwaizumi leaned down and pressed a gentle but warm kiss on your lips.

“You’ll be good for me, right?” he whispered as he pulled down the front of his briefs. You grinned and tugged him closer by the belt loop.

“Yes.” You punctuated the word by wrapping your lips around him. He was slightly shorter than Oikawa but significantly thicker. You looked up at him and took him as far into your mouth as you could.

“Shit,” he breathed, cupping your chin and running a thumb over your cheek. “What did you do to bag this one?”

Oikawa laughed and laced his fingers behind his head.

“I’m very charming, Iwa-chan. You should know that by now.”

You smiled as much as you could with Iwaizumi’s weight still in your mouth. He looked down at you and combed your hair out of your face.

“Wanna make him shut up for me?” he asked. You became keenly aware of the fact that Tooru was still inside of you and circled your hips. He hissed and tipped his head back against the bench.

“Mean, Iwa-chan,” he gasped. You continued a steady rock in his lap and he let out small, sharp breaths, trying to remain composed as he watched your eyes focus on Iwaizumi’s. “Don’t push her head,” he warned. “She doesn’t like that.”

“Yeah?” Iwaizumi said. His hand cupped your face, gently following your movement as your head dipped and pulled back. “You don’t like when he shows you what to do, huh? What if I show you what to do? Will you let me?”

He pulled you off of him, gently swiping at your lip to clean your face. He pushed his index and middle past into your lips, dragging them over your tongue. You closed your eyes at the feeling and you heard him let out a content laugh.

“That’s my girl. Why don’t you bend over for me?”

You quickly leaned forward so you were laying on Tooru’s chest.

“You really are an obedient little thing, aren’t you?” he said, running a hand through your hair. “Why don’t you behave this way with me, hm?”

“Because you don’t command any respect,” Iwaizumi grumbled. He ran his hands over your ass then down, circling your entrance. You gasped and held Tooru tighter.

“Don’t act so shy,” he said through a laugh. “You’ve done that before and you know you like it.”

“Oh? Is that true?” Iwaizumi asked. You nodded, but he ran his hand over the back of your neck and tugged your hair lightly. “Words, darling.”

“Yes,” you stammered. He chuckled and unceremoniously pushed a finger inside of you. You let out a choked moan and pressed your face further against Tooru’s chest.

“Aw, Iwa-chan, be nice.”

“I am being nice. Feels good, doesn’t it doll?”

“Y—” You paused as Tooru leaned up to your ear.

“Call him sir. He’ll lose it.”

Iwaizumi landed a quick smack on your ass and pushed in another finger.

“What did I say about your words? Does it feel good?”

“Yes, sir.” The words were rushed, nervous. You were sure Iwaizumi could hear the hesitation in your voice, but the low groan that left him was assurance enough.

“Oh, fuck. What a good girl.” You could hear him readjusting his pants and gasped when he pressed up against you from behind. “You gonna be good and take all of me? I know you can do it.” You hummed as he started pushing forward.

“Yes, sir.”

He laughed aloud and continued to slowly sheath himself inside of you. He was going agonizingly slow, and though you knew you needed time to adjust, all you wanted was more.

“That’s right, baby. Take him like you take me,” Tooru said, running his hands over your waist. “I’m still better, though. Right?” Iwaizumi finally bottomed out inside of you and you let out a short, strangled sound, pressing your forehead against Tooru’s. “See? You’ve sent her right back into my arms.”

“We’ll see about that.” Iwaizumi pulled back slowly, dragging a shocked gasp from your throat. “You can’t fill her up like this. Right, sweetheart? Tell me how full you are.”

“So full,” you groaned. As his hips pushed forward again you mumbled, “please.” His laugh was even louder this time.

“Please what? Come on.”

“Please fuck me, Iwa.”

“I think that’s what I’m doing right now. You asking for more?” He moved his hips quickly once and you moaned.

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir.” You leaned up and looked Tooru in the eye. “Yes, Hajime. Please fuck me harder.” His eyebrow raised and a smirk pulled at his lips.

“Oh, fuck.” Iwaizumi’s voice rumbled in his chest as he gripped your hips, snapping them against you hard and fast.

“Look at you, doll.” Tooru purred. “Taking his cock when I’m still inside of you. You that desperate? You want me to fuck you too?”

You nodded, face screwed up in a wince as Iwaizumi found a perfect angle inside of you.

“No sir for me? Greedy little thing. I guess you can have my cock. Next time you’ll have to beg.” He joined Iwaizumi in holding your hips, lifting them slightly off of him so he could gain leverage. Then he began slowly moving, cock dragging inside of you and, oh fuck, did it feel good to have both of them pushing inside of you. Tooru quickly build up his pace to match Iwaizumi’s, each of them thrusting into you at the same time. The feeling was overwhelming and quickly brought a sob to your lips.

“Aw, baby don’t cry. You were so ready for us. What happened?”

“Don’t be mean, Oikawa. She’s taking it well.”

“Sure, Iwa-chan, but she doesn’t seem very grateful, does she?” He grabbed your chin and brought your face up to look at him. “Say thank you.”

You choked on a moan as Tooru halted mid-thrust, pushing right up against where you wanted him most.

“Thank you,” you murmured. Tooru laughed.

“Come on, princess, Iwa-chan couldn’t hear you. Say it so he can hear it.”

“Thank you, Hajime.”

Iwaizumi let out a strained laugh but said nothing, too focused on the rock of his hips.

“Now me,” Tooru purred. There was a delicious glint in his eye. You couldn’t decide whether it was frightening or devastatingly sexy. “Say thank you, Tooru. Thank you for fucking you so well and letting my Iwa-chan have his way with you.”

“Thank you, Tooru,” you gasped. “For everything. Please.” You leaned forward and captured his lips. His eyes widened before settling into a smug expression.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum soon,” Iwaizumi said. Tooru broke your kiss.

“Not inside,” he warned. Iwaizumi scoffed.

Tooru seemed to realize that he was close as well, face screwing up and hips moving more erratically.

“Are you going to cum with us, princess? Make a mess all over our cocks?” You whimpered and buried your face into his neck. “I think that’s a yes, Iwa-chan. Just wait. She’s so pretty when she cums.”

“Tooru, please,” you begged, but you didn’t know what for. You were climbing fast, body giving in completely to the feeling of the two men inside of you. You felt so good and so full you almost couldn’t stand it.

“Be nice, Oikawa. Let her cum first.” Iwaizumi’s voice was strained.

“Won’t be too long, Iwa-chan. Just look at her.”

You were so close. You could almost taste the orgasm about to rack your body, more overwhelming than ever due to the second man buried inside of you.

“Please,” you begged, but you didn’t know who you were begging to. “Please, let me cum.”

“Let go, baby. We’ve got you,” Tooru said, staring past you at Iwaizumi. Your body locked up and you let out a small sobbing noise, tightening your grip on Tooru’s jersey. Your body shook and the men seemed to follow soon after you. Tooru mumbled a small flurry of “that’s it”s before holding your hips tight and spilling inside of you. Iwaizumi let out a long groan, continuing a slow slide in and out of you. Despite Tooru’s warning, Iwaizumi’s hips remained flush against your ass as he groaned through his orgasm, making you feel lightheaded but forcing a scowl onto Tooru’s face.

You all lay there panting for a moment, unsure of how and when to move. Your entire body was buzzing. The slightest movement forced a gasp, and a long hiss left your lips as Iwaizumi withdrew.

“Iwa-chan, what did I tell you?” Tooru said, but there was no fight in his voice. He sounded exhausted. Iwaizumi didn’t respond. He tucked himself back into his pants and leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and rubbing your arm. He stared at you for a moment longer before smirking.

“Make sure you stretch before you leave, Oikawa. You missed the cool down at the end of the game.”

Then he turned on his heels and left the locker room, leaving you and Oikawa alone with the echoes of what you had just done.

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Aged-Up!Peter Parker x Reader Smut

Sub!Peter fic

2.5k words

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When you and Peter first started dating, nothing sexual happened, just a few kisses here and there, and occasional make out sessions. As the weeks go by, you were more and more curious as to why the two of you hadn't slept together, but you never brought it up, you didn't want the poor guy to feel pressured.

Then one night, the two of you were watching Star Wars movies for the 70th time in his room, and let's just say that R2D2 was seeing some things he shouldn't be seeing. In the midst of a heavy make out session, you let your hand travel down to the slight bulge you had noticed in his pajama pants, and moved the palm of your hand over him, giving him a tiny bit of friction.

His hips instantly bucked up, and he removed his lips from yours. "Y/N?" He said, meekly as you moved to kiss and lick up the column of his throat, while continuing to palm his now, fully hard cock. You pulled back to admire your work, seeing the red marks scattered across his neck, "Yes sweetie?" You finally respond to the poor boy, who's gone completely red in the face. "Umm, I don't- I cant, umm" he stutters out, his eyes not meeting yours. You use your hand to lift his head so that he finally makes eye contact with you, "Use your words baby", and his eyes close as he lets out a strangled half sigh, half moan.

"Umm, we ca- can't do this" Peter says quietly, almost as if he was ashamed. You scoot away from him a little, so he doesn't feel overwhelmed, "And that's completely fine love, may I ask why?" You ask him softly. "I've never..." he starts, gesturing wildly with his hands and you immediately understand.

"Oh!" You say with wide eyes, and that gives Peter the wrong idea.

He jumps off the bed quickly, grabbing a pillow to cover his lower half, words coming out jumbled, "I knew it! You think I'm a weirdo! This is why I can't be with you! You- you need someone with more, experience and, and who knows what they're doing and that's not-" , he finally quiets down when your lips meet his in a slower, softer kiss than the ones you shared earlier.

You feel his tense shoulders relax and his lips melt against yours, and you finally disconnect from him only to say, "Pete, I promise I don't care that you're a virgin". The boy's face lights up, "Really? You don't?"

You shake your head and laugh a little, "I promise love, it's okay." He grins. "In fact, I find it kinda hot", you whisper the last word with a goofy smirk. The smirk grows into a smile when the younger boy blushes and says, "How is that?"

Before answering the question, you push him down into a sitting position on the bed, you let your hand travel across the expanse of his chest, and say "Baby, is it ok if I touch you?" Peter visibly gulps then responds, "Yes ma'am" before slapping his hand over his face.

"I'm sorry oh my god, I- I don't know where that came fr-" you silence him with your pointer finger over his lips. "Peter, it's okay." His eyes widen even more, at the display of dominance. "Baby, do you want to call me ma'am?" You ask him. He slowly shakes his head yes and you grin, "Perfect."

Y/N loved how easily he was falling into the submissive role. You hadn't had many partners before, but you learned very quickly that you didn't like being told what to do, and the dominant role came easy to you. You were going to tear this poor boy into pieces.

You kiss him again and move to straddle him, your legs enclosing his, and he lets out a light whimper at the pressure on his aching cock. "Don't worry baby boy, I'm gonna take care of you, ok?", he nods his head but that isn't good enough for you.

You grab his chin between two of your fingers and look straight into his eyes and say with a stern voice, "Peter, if anything is going to happen tonight, I need verbal confirmation every step of the way. Understand?"

"Yes ma'am" is squeaked out from the brown eyed boy, his eyes glazing over.

You grind your heated core against the tent in his pajama pants, the thin material giving him the friction he so desperately craved. He lets out a soft moan, his head falling back.

"Baby," you say and grab his attention, and he struggles to focus because of the way you're moving against him, "I'm going to ask you a question or two okay? I just want you to focus on not coming until I allow you" you tell him.

"Yes ma'am" he whimpers.

"I know you said you're virgin, but have you ever done anything?" you ask.

"No ma'am. I mean, I- fuck- I jerk off sometimes but that- that's it" he stutters out, trying his best to answer you.

"Oh, naughty boy", you playfully chastise as you stand up, hearing a whine from Peter.

That noise is turned into a moan as you quickly drop to your knees and mouth at his clothed cock.

"Y/N!" Peter exclaims, gripping at the bed covers.

After there's a nice, big wet spot on his pants, you move to pull them down. You're met with a nice surprise when there's no underwear underneath.

You look up at Peter, with a raised eyebrow and he blushes, "Well I figured that I would be watching movies here, then going straight back to my room to sleep", he answers the unspoken question.

Deciding to tease him a little you say, "Nah, I think you did it for easy access. Anyone who wanted a piece of you could just ask and I bet you'd say yes. Wouldn't you? Cause that's what whores do.", putting emphasis on the "dirty" word.

"What- no no no, I'm not a... that" Peter splutters out.

You grab his cock in your hand, the head flushed red, and you use your thumb to rub the precum around that has gathered at the tip, resulting in a high pitched moan from the boy. You slowly start to stroke him before saying, "I'm sorry, were you disagreeing with me?"

You pick up your pace, flicking your wrist when you come back to the head of his cock, watching in delight as his face scrunches up in pleasure. He shakes his head no, and you remind him "Words, Peter." with a harsh tone.

"No ma'am, I'm not disagreeing" he nearly sobs.

"Good. Glad you remembered who's in charge tonight."

Simply because you can't resist anymore, you lean forward and lick right up the underside of his leaking dick, over the prominent vein, and you end it by swirling your tongue over the tip.

Peter moans embarrassingly loud and looks down at you with wide, glassy eyes and says, "Y/N...", in a whiny voice.

You go back to just stroking him and say, "What is it? What do you want baby, talk to me." He huffs in frustration of not being able to formulate his words.

" I want- I want your mouth." He finally says, but you stay quiet, waiting. "Please" he says meekly and you give in. You finally take him fully into your mouth, moaning at the taste. You focus on going as deep as you can, then coming back up and paying attention to the head.

Minutes pass and you're surprised at how long he's lasting, so you pull off of his cock with loud pop, and say "You know for a virgin, you're lasting way longer than I thought."

"Yeah, I edge myself sometimes, work on stamina" he rushes out, in hopes of getting your mouth back on him.

However, his statement intrigues you. "Edging hm? I wonder how long you can go... wanna find out?" You tease as you leisurely stroke him.

"Nonono! Please no" He begs, "Just wanna- wanna cum" he finishes, hiccuping while trying to plead his case.

"Alright baby, maybe next time" you surrender. His face perks up at the mention of a "next time"

"Where do you want to cum? My mouth, my face, my tits?" You ask him and he doesn't even have to verbally answer. You know which one he wants by the way his eyes light up at the mention of possibly coming on your boobs.

You quickly stand up to take off your shirt and bra, and when you meet the eyes of the submissive boy, you're met with a look of awe. He stares at you as though you are a goddess and he is a mere mortal. It boosts your confidence and your ego, as you go to regain your position in front of him.

"Ok so this is how this works," you start and he's like a little puppy, the way his ears seem to perk up at your instructions. "You're going to jerk yourself off, until you cum all over my tits okay?", you finish, using your elbows to slightly push your tits up and together. His eyes flutter shut and he says "Yes ma'am" before he grabs his cock and starts to tug.

It's not long before he's moaning unabashedly and he's begging for release. "Ple- please ma'am, can I cum?"

"Hmm, I dunno, I think you can wait a little longer", you say with a cruel smile. He whimpers at your mean words and continues to stroke himself.

"Not gonna be able to hold on much longer" he whines out, voice strained.

Deciding to take pity on him, you finally tell him, "Fine you can cum. But, you make sure to keep your eyes on me or you won't cum for a week." you state in a harsh tone.

"Ok ok! I will I promise" he rushes out, starting to stroke himself faster and faster, approaching his climax.

You push your tits up even higher, and you even go as far as to sticking your tongue, just for the erotic visual.

"Fuckfuckfuc- Y/N!" Peter practically shouts as he shoots cum all over your chest, some of it going on your chin and tongue. Not even giving him time to recover, you jump up to his lap to give him a messy, wet kiss. He moans into your mouth, tasting himself and you. You finally break apart, running your hands through his messy curls, "How was that baby?".

He clears his throat before speaking but his voice still comes out a bit shaky, "It was amazing".

"I'm glad it was, now let's get you in the bath while I put your pajama pants in the wash, you can sleep over here tonight okay?" You say in a soothing, quiet tone. "Y-yeah, that sounds good.", the younger boy responds.

You stand up and you start to use your tossed away shirt to wipe of his cum, but Peter stops you, "Can- can I?"

Your eyes widen but you nod your head yes. You barely nod once before Peters tongue is on your breasts, licking up his release. And if that isn't the hottest thing you've ever seen, you don't know what is.

He finishes with a groan before dropping to his knees. "Peter, what are you doing?"

"Wanna take care of you too" he states as he starts to mouth and lick at your mound through your shorts. You moan before gently pushing him back by his shoulders, "As tempting as that is, tonight was and is about you, we'll worry about me another day." He opens his mouth to protest but you cut him off, "End of discussion.", you lean down to his ear to whisper, "Trust me baby boy, I have plenty of ways you can make it up to me. Just not tonight".

He whimpers merely at the thought of pleasuring you, and if that doesn't make you want to just eat him alive. Resisting temptation, you extend your hand to him so he can stand up, and you pull him along as you make your way to the master bathroom.

Perks of living in a multi million dollar compound.

You go straight to the large, jacuzzi like tub, turning on the faucet and letting it fill up. You pour some bath salts into it and hand Peter some body wash, "When it's hot enough, go ahead and get in and wash yourself. I'll be putting your pajamas in the wash and I'll be right back to get in with you, okay?"

He looks at you with a soft smile, "Yeah, okay.""Great", you go back into your room to grab his pants, leaving him alone before heading to the wash.

Soon enough, you make your way back in there, seeing Peter relaxed with his head back against the edge of the tub, his eyes closed. They open at the sound of your footsteps and he smiles fondly at you, before you fully undress yourself, and step in. You cuddle up to him and rest your head on his shoulder.

The two of you stay like that until you hear soft snores from Peter. You step out of the bath and grab a towel to wrap around you, and you go over to wake him up. "Pete, baby, gotta wake up so we can get you to bed."

His eyes flutter open, and he reluctantly steps out of the bath. You hand him a towel, then you go to drain the tub. You tell him to dry off, then go ahead to the bed while you grab his pants.

After returning with his pants, you see him sitting on the edge of the bed, fighting sleep, lazily rubbing one of his eyes with the back of his hand. You try not to aww out loud, because he is just so cute. You finally walk in, handing him his pajamas, then going to your dresser to grab an oversized band t-shirt to sleep in. You put your hair in your head wrap, and you walk to the bed that Peter has already gotten comfortable in.

"You wanna be big spoon or little spoon?" You ask him. You don't mind being big spoon, you actually kind of preferred it. Which is why you let a small smile creep on your face when he says "Little spoon" in a small, hushed voice. You crawl into the bed and let him cuddle into your chest as you wrap your arms around him.

"Goodnight Y/N." "Goodnight Peter."

Peter falls asleep to the sound of Y/N's heartbeat, and Y/N falls asleep to the sound of Peters shallow breathing.

~~~~~

Hope you liked this! This is my first smut so it’s a little rough, and kinda anticlimactic but I enjoyed writing it.

[meltwonu]

84. “I’m gonna strangle you.”

            “Is that a promise?”

94. “Saddle up doll.”

notes; camboy!vernon, cam!couple, camshows, dom!vernon, a wee bit of possessive!vernon, brat!reader, choking, biting/marking, hair pulling, dirty talk, degradation, dumbification! 😏💕 Ehehe… Also I know, omg, there’s def some members that never rly strike me as a dom even tho I do write them as one HAHAH Vernon is def one of them too bc to me he’s so playful 😭💕 but it’s ok cuz we like to indulge ykwim 😈😈 And lbr, he’s so cute when he gets annoyed LOL kdjfkjdh Anyway, as always thank you so much for requesting! Enjoy! 

“You’re the one that started it!”

Vernon rolls his eyes at the way you stomp your foot in front of him; already far more than a little annoyed at your attitude. “What exactly did I start?”

Huffing, you round the bed, stopping right in front of him as you poke at his chest.

“Weren’t you the one that wanted to start this cam-couple channel? Why’re you getting so upset that I suggested we post extra content? Isn’t that what you suggested last time?”

He scoffs slightly, pushing your fingers away from his clothed chest.

Vernon didn’t think you’d actually want to and now, he was feeling slightly irked thinking about the way people would save those intimate pictures of you to their personal collections.

“And I changed my mind, okay? I’m allowed to do that.”

This time it’s you that rolls your eyes at him, turning and walking towards the bed as you sit down on the neatly made sheets.

“If you don’t want people saving pictures of us being intimate, just say so, Vernon. You’re being so stubborn for no reason~” You singsong - already knowing he was annoyed.

“Shut up, brat. I’m gettin’ really annoyed right now, doll.”

“Yeah? Make me then! I’m sure they’d allllll love to see you put me in my place.”

Vernon growls and takes his phone out; opening the camming app and setting up a quick title before he hits the ‘Go Live’ button and passes his phone to you.

“You’re gonna record the way I fuck you and maybe learn a lesson, got it?”

SLOW__BURN.ON HAS GONE LIVE

‘POV: You’re a brat being punished until I’m satisfied.’

“Well? Saddle up, doll. I don’t have all fuckin’ night.”

Vernon rests his back against the headboard as you shimmy up his thighs - phone tightly grasped in your hand when you lift your lower half up until you’re hovering over his cock.

“I wanna feel you sinking down onto my cock, sweetheart. Don’t you?”

“U--uh huh…”

You shakily exhale before you start to sink down on his length; momentarily forgetting you were supposed to be recording before Vernon tsk’s at you and reaches an arm up to your own.

“I give you one order to record and you’re already forgetting to do that much. This is why everyone always comments in the chat that you’re just a dumb set of holes for me to fuck, right, doll? Can’t even remember one simple task once there’s a cock inside you.”

Whining in return, you sink down until he’s fully seated inside your tight warmth; the head of his cock curving deliciously into your g-spot as you throw your head back.

“Ngh, s-shut up…”

He scoffs under his breath, hands flying to your waist and guiding you when you start to bounce on his lap.

“Why? ‘Cause I’m right this time?”

“Ah, s-so you admit you were wrong before?” You retort; the smug grin on your face melting off as soon as Vernon’s grip on you tightens.

“Mm, you really want me to be mean tonight, don’t you? You’re not usually this feisty.”

‘Ooooh, were the two of you arguing before?’

‘Actually, yeah why is she being punished lolol’

‘Must’ve been something good heh’

“A-ah, Vernon’s p-punishing me for--for being a brat but I, ngh, w-was right!” You swivel your hips; high pitched moans and whines leaving your lips at the way his cock fills you up perfectly. “He’s j-just being, mmh, jealous!”

Vernon doesn’t say a word in response and instead lets you ride his cock and film the view of his lower abdomen and the periodic flashes of his face before you catch him smirking.

“W-what…?”

He chuckles slightly, shaking his head as his hands fall from your waist. “Nothing, it’s just that you look so desperate riding my cock like this. It’s cute. And proves what everyone says about you is right. That all you’re good at is taking my cock.”

He starts pushing at your shoulder, quickly and swiftly maneuvering you until your back hits the bedsheets and you let out a small squeak out of surprise at the sudden change in position when he hovers above you.

“Mm, I don’t think you deserve the luxury of this comfortable position, so get on your hands and knees, doll.”

“And what if I don’t?”

Vernon deadpans; eyes cold as he stares back at you.

“I’m gonna strangle you for being so fuckin’ difficult is what’s gonna happen.”

“Is that a promise?” You reply teasingly, already moving to flip over underneath him as you prop the phone up against one of the pillows off to the side, “I wanna feel you cumming inside of me and making a mess while you choke me~”

Now with the device out of your hand, Vernon starts to handle you in a much more rough manner - hands gripping your hips and positioning you with your ass up in the air as your torso arches towards the bed.

“See, now you’re not gonna be able to cum because of your attitude ‘n I’m just gonna use your ‘lil cunt like the dumb ‘lil cocksleeve you are ‘til I’m satisfied.”

He positions his cock at your entrance and fully sheathes himself back inside your pussy in one fluid motion - hips snapping into you at a ruthless pace as you moan loudly.

“That’s right, let our viewers know how good I make you feel, how fuckin’ good I fuck your cunt, doll.”

Your voice is muffled against the bedsheets - drool seeping into the material when the head of his cock pounds your g-spot with each skillful thrust.

“Look at her, can’t even fuckin’ talk and make full sentences ‘cause she’s too busy getting fucked stupid.”

He smirks at your back before he leans down; lips on your shoulder as you shiver. His voice is soft and barely a whisper when he speaks to you - hushed enough for only you to hear.

“Gonna mark you up all pretty and then take those pictures you wanna take so bad. But everyone’s gonna know it’s me that makes you feel this good and only me that gets to fuck you. Am I understood?”

“M-mmhmm… A-ah, V--Vernon!”

You mewl into the sheets, pussy clenching around his cock when he starts to leave an array of love bites along your shoulder - teeth nibbling on your skin before soothing it with his tongue.

He repeats this a few more times and makes sure to leave enough on both sides of your neck before he pulls away and reaches for the phone still propped up against the pillow.

“Isn’t she all prettied up with my bite marks all over her skin? Her pussy was getting so much tighter around my cock every time I bit down~ Such a filthy ‘lil thing, aren’t you, doll~? Always wanting me to mark you up so everyone knows who owns this pussy.”

Vernon films a close-up of all the lovebirds on your skin before he brings the phone down and makes sure to film the way his cock thrusts into your cunt a few times before he sets the phone back down into its previous place.

“Fuck, I’m so close to cumming, baby. You’re gonna be a good girl and lemme cum inside you, right?”

“Mmh, p-please! Wanna f-feel you filling me up s--so good…”

You feel Vernon’s quick pace pause, confusion swimming in your head before you feel him start to slide his fingers through your hair.

“Ngh, V--Vernon!” He tugs you by the hair as your fingertips dig into the sheets and it’s not long before you feel his warm chest against your back.

“Just giving you what you asked for, doll~”

He smirks and kisses the side of your neck before you feel his hand wrap around the column of your throat - fingertips gently pressing down on the sides as you let out a shaky breath.

“All you have to do is ask nicely and I’ll give it to you, y’know?”

Vernon resumes his pace, hips slamming into your ass as he chases his orgasm and it only takes a few harsh thrusts before he feels his cock throbbing inside you cunt.

“S--shit, ‘m cumming!”

His fingers add slight pressure to your neck as you moan; the lightheadedness mixes in with the way his cum fills you up and makes your entire body feel extra warm and sated as you clench down onto his cock in a vice grip.

“Ver--Vernon…”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he fucks his cum deeper into your cunt and you try to stave off your orgasm in fear of him dragging out your punishment any longer than it needed to be. 

After a few more tense moments, you can feel his grip on your throat loosening and you take a big shaky gulp of air when he fully lets go and your trembling arms threaten to give out underneath you.

“Mm, this view of you is so pretty, doll...” 

He starts to slide his cock out of you while simultaneously reaching for the phone again. A smile etches itself onto his lips as he films his cock covered in your wetness and you pussy dripping with cum - cruel chuckles on his lips as your brows furrow.

“Gonna end the live here, everyone~ Take one last good look at this brat’s pussy filled with my cum. We’ll upload some pics to our channel later, under the Paid Content section ‘cause I changed my mind again.”

“Wuh---wait, but I--I didn’t cum y-yet...” You mumble.

“Well, I did say you weren’t allowed to cum, didn’t I? Next time, pay attention, brat.”

[felswritingfire]

April Brain Rot #12

Prompts:

53. Marble

Riddle Rosehearts x Reader

Summery: You met a cursed Riddle Rosehearts when you were 6- you've been sneaking out to meet him ever since. Now you're an adult and determined to break his curse and find his friends despite the stress of home.

TW: Implied Abusive relationship (Mother/child)

Word Count: 1,589

A note from Fel: If y'all do not ask me for a continuation of this- my girlfriend will- that is not a threat that is a promise.

“What have I told you about following rules?” You wince at the tone of his voice. Riddle had always been a stickler for rules- ever since you first met him.

You were a child then, running away from your shrieking mother- raging about some sort of vase that you accidently bumped into and broke- and hiding in the forest just beyond your backyard. You had tripped, your palms colliding with the twigs and stones and your chin following afterwards. You lay there for a few moments, your small body heaving with each shaky breath you suck in. You whimpered at the stones digging into the open scrapes on your palms as you pushed yourself up. You hiccuped, sitting up and looked around. The sun was setting, bathing everything in an orange glow. The shadows of the trees were an inky black and the cries and creaks of the forest seemed to be amplified and you sniffled, standing up and looking behind you. You didn’t know where you were, but you didn’t want to go home. You didn’t want to hear your mother scream again.

You hiccuped again, waddling further into the forest on your shaky legs.

By the time that the sun had dipped below the mountains and the night sky was coming to eat the rest of the day away, you had stumbled onto an old mansion’s garden. You had been awed by the vines that were creeping over the crumbling walls and the black gates that barely hung to their hinges. You squeezed through the gates to see a statue standing in the middle of the overgrown garden of flowers.

It was a boy: short in stature despite the heels he wore, his eyes looking down forlornly at the rose in his hand and his lips were pulled into a thin line. You stared up at him, eyes sparkling as you pressed your hands against the smooth marble of the statue.

You gasped when the surface bagan to crack, bits falling off as the statue began to move and breath. A gasp escapes him as a sheet of marble falls from his face and steel grey eyes and red strands fall from their previous position. He stumbled forward and you held out your hands like you were going to catch him-

“(Y/N)!”

You wince again, being pulled out of your musings of the past by a pink faced Riddle. “Yes, yes- I know. I’m sorry.” You pick at the grass despite that being the rule you broke not too long ago.

He folds his arms, squinting at you. His frown twitches into something more concerned the longer he looks at you. He finally sighs and moves to sit next to you on the dried up fountain. “Are you alright? You-” he brushes his fingers under your puffy eyes- “have bags. They’re very dark, you know?”

“Really?” You rub at your face, feeling sheepish suddenly. “I thought I covered them up enough. Guess not, huh?”

He pouts.

“I’m fine, really, Riddle.”

“Don’t lie to me.” His tone stern and unwavering.

“Ah…” a breathless giggle leaves you, “you know me too well, don’t you.”

“Of course! I’ve known you since you were 6 after all.” He’s smug as he crosses his arms.

“Yeah. I’m old compared to back then, eh?”

“And you’ve become a wonderful adult.”

You hum and look down at your hands, your fingers intertwined with each other, suddenly feeling exhausted.

Riddle’s eyebrows crease and his frown grows bigger. He places a hand on your back, gently rubbing circles against your shoulder blade. “What’s wrong?”

You look up at him, your eyelids feeling heavy. “My mom… She… Ah, Riddle- I don’t know what to do anymore.” You whisper. “Everything I do isn’t good enough and she always pulls the ‘I’m sick so I can be completely awful about everything.’” Your sight began to turn glassy. “And there’s-” you suck in a deep breath trying not to cry- “there’s no one else I can rely on to help take care of her. And she’s started getting more and more angry about me leaving at night-”

“Does that mean you’ll stop seeing me?” Riddle’s voice is quiet as he asks you that.

You look up at him, shaking your head. “No! No- never. I still have to break your curse and find your friend.”

He smiles almost bitterly. “I’m not sure how we’re going to do that, Rose Bud. I’m sure that Trey and Che’nya are long gone… and my curse…” He shakes his head. “I don’t even know where to start.”

He had told you about Trey and Che’nya multiple times- each time he looked more and more wistful and lonely. They had been his best friends, from what he told you. “We’ll figure it out! You mentioned that they were both there when you were cursed right? So maybe they were cursed too.”

He grimaces. “I hope not. It’s simply awful.” Suddenly his eyes droop. “Why would they leave me though?”

You wrap your arms around him, feeling his face heat up against your skin as you press your cheek against his. “I’m sure they didn’t know. I wouldn’t expect my friends to be a living statue.”

“I wasn’t.”

You blink, pulling away from him yet you still kept your arms around him. “Hm?”

“I wasn’t a living statue until you touched me.”

You hummed, pressing your face against his again. You felt your head swim with thoughts. From your mother to how you were going to help Riddle. Even the strange looking cat that hung around the bakery you loved so much. A thought began to bloom in your mind: maybe… maybe-

“Hey, Riddle.”

“Hm?”

You look at him out the corner of your eye. He was leaning against you, holding your hand. You feel your heart beat faster as you lick your lips before you begin: “you know all those fairytales? The ones where… where true love's kiss breaks the curse?”

Riddle’s eyebrows furrowed. “Yes?”

“Do…” You gulp. “Do you want to try it?”

A strangled noise leaves him as he jerks himself away from you. “What?”

“I mean-” you wave your hands around, a blush climbing up your neck and cheeks- “it’s the one thing we haven’t tried!”

He clears his throat, smoothing down the front of his vest, glancing at everything that wasn’t you. “I- I well yes- but-” he looks at you, his face the picture of flustered. “How do you know I love you?”

“You do, don’t you?” Your voice was high pitched and panicked.

“I- I- of course I do! Do you?”

“Yes! Of course!”

“G-good!”

“Let’s- I- um-” you snapped your mouth shut, staring hard at him with a determined expression and a red face. Your hands shoot out grabbing his cheeks and dragging him to you, pressing your lips against his. You two stay like that, not moving, barely breathing.

You’re both red faced by the time you finally pull away from each other. You feel yourself practically vibrating. And you assume Riddle is too by the way his hand trembles in yours. “I- I-” you try to steady your shaking voice, “Do you feel any different?”

His bottom lip trembles as he closes his eyes. His brows furrow and he frowns. “No. No, I don’t.”

You frown too. “Oh.”

“B-but maybe we- we have to do it again?”

Your eyes widen and you gawk at him before nodding feeling ecstatic. “Ok.”

By the time you two had stopped pressing soft kisses against each other- both of your lips were tender and your cheeks felt like they were stained a permanent red. Your breaths intermingle as you press your foreheads against each other. You stare into Riddle’s eyes, feeling yourself drown in the depths of his grey eyes and the way that the morning light put gold flecks in his-

You gasped. “Riddle!”

He lets out a dazed noise, a wobbly smile on his red lips.

“Riddle! Riddle! It’s- it’s morning!”

You almost burst out at Riddle’s face: he looked like he just got hit over the head with a metal bat. He looks at the sun and immediately recoils with a hiss. “It- the- the sun!” He tries to look at it again and squeezes his eyes shut with another hiss. “It burns!”

“Don’t look at the sun, silly!”

His pained hisses bleeds into a giddy laughter. “It’s the sun, Rose Bud! The sun!” He pulls you up and traps you into a hug, spinning you around with him.

You shriek with laughter. “It is! It is!”

“We- I- we have to have a talk with your mother!” Riddle suddenly turned serious. “I need to have a word with her. I need to make clear to her how she should be treating you! There are rules that my mother beat into me at a young age and obviously she isn’t understanding them-”

“Before that!” You start to tug him out of the woods. “I need to go and take you to that bakery! The one with the weird cat- I think his name is Alchemy, or something- and Mr. Clover! I always get you your tarts from there-”

“Wait- Alchemy? Clover?”

You nod, looking confused. “Have I never told you their names?”

He lets out another laugh. “Let’s go, Rose Bud!”

You feel the giddy emotions spread through you, never having seen him this excited in your life. You’ll deal with your mother later, right now you and Riddle were going to drink in the sun.

<The Next Chosen Character>

Thank you for reading!

[nevertheless-moving]

Obikin Crisis AU Part Four

Read Previous Parts HERE

Star Wars AU #18

Obi-Wan made his way to the public training sallies, nodding in polite acknowledgment at the curious stares and double takes he garnered. At this point rumors of their appearance in this timeline had spread throughout at the temple. And while Anakin’s differences from ‘Ani’ were more stark at first glance, Obi-Wan clearly carried himself differently enough from ‘Obi’ that the contrast was obvious to anyone looking for it.

Anakin had waved him to go on ahead, promising to catch up, as he studied the news of all things.

He walked in to find his and Anakin’s ‘counterparts’ locked in a fierce duel. Which was what he was expecting to find, it was why he was there; he had been looking forward to comparing their dueling forms. 

But. 

Something about this just instantly put him on edge. Was it simply the strangeness of seeing himself duel from this angle? No, he had watched holo-recordings of himself before for training- there was... something else off putting about this.

Was, was Anakin showing off? It looked, well, different from how he typically showed off, less unnecessary flips and more...flexibility? Yes, that smirk accompanying the full-body split was definitely smug, but it was also decidedly different from any cocky look his Anakin had directed at him before. It was...weird. And made Obi-Wan a little uncomfortable.

And himself! At first he was mostly focused on the favoring of Ataru over Soresu- it was fascinating, but not entirely surprising. He had switched to the more defensive form in response to his failure to save Qui-Gon and his need to watch over a young padawan. It wasn’t shocking that without that impetus, this version of himself would instead continue to refine his mastery of form IV. He was briefly intrigued at the thought of pitting his form iii against his alternate in combat but was quickly distracted by other- irregularities in the form.

Brief puzzlement fell into recognition which dropped immediately into horror. This- he had to be mistaken. There was no way...

Oh sweet force, that was his most flirtatious fighting stance. And not casually flirtatious, either. That was- oh fuck he did the unnecessary-lightsaber-hold-readjustment with hair flick. He was watching himself do the LIGHTSABER HOLD READJUSTMENT HAIR FLICK COMBO at his padawan. With smile. Not the ‘Charming Negotiator’ smile, but the wouldn’t-you-rather-stop-fighting-and-do-something-more-interesting smirk. Oh gods, now he was doing the full body undressing-with-eyes-up-and-down-lookover. At his PADAWAN.

Fortunately he wasn’t quite close enough to hear what they were saying but judging by Ani’s flushed response it was definitely sexual.

He let out a strangled panicking noise and looked around wildly, expecting someone, anyone to intervene. But if any of the other casual combatants in the room were watching they were either oblivious to the depravity before them, or inured to it. He honestly didn’t know which would be worse. 

He began slowly backing up, unable to look away from the train wreck in front of him. This was- this was worse than that time Qui-Gon got drugged and started rhapsodizing about Master Tahl’s poise, and he hadn’t been able to make eye-contact with either of them for weeks after that! He stumbled out of the room and fell back against a wall, clutching his chest.

Before he could even regain his bearings, Anakin walked up. 

“Are you alright, Master?” He asked somewhat concerned.

Obi-Wan clenched his eyes shut, unable to even look at the innocent boy he had raised and apparently, in this universe, defiled.

“Oh yes, yes, I’m fine, perfectly fine,” Obi-Wan lied. “I was just- thinking about some of the, um, metaphysical implications of travel between universes. Anyway, why don’t we- why don’t we leave the temple for today? See if Dex’s is any better in this universe, what do you say?” 

He forced himself to open his eyes, resolutely staring past Anakin’s shoulder and trying to pretend as though his fundamental understanding of himself as a moral being hadn’t been shaken to the core.

“Um, as great as that sounds, Obi-Wan, we’re not really supposed to leave the temple for casual reasons? And we came to the dueling rings to compare our fighting styles with our selves, remember?” Anakin replied slowly. “Come on, I really want to spar ‘Knight Kenobi.’”

Obi-Wan grabbed Anakin’s arm, then let go quickly, pulling back as if burnt. “Absolutely Not!” he said in an overly high pitched voice.

“What?” Anakin said grinning. “Is this you really embarrassingly bad at fighting? I knew my prodigy lightsaber skills had rubbed off on you over the years.”

Obi-Wan winced. “Yes, yes that’s it exactly, I’m- I’m absolutely the worst in the reality, no need to go in there. Lets just, ignore Mace and go out in the city, come on now.”

Obi-Wan flapped his arms wildly at the man, unwilling to make unnecessary body contact after being forced to bear witness to...unnecessary body contact. 

Anakin squinted suspiciously. “Ok, I don’t know what exactly you’re so desperate for me not to see, but you do get that I definitely have to see it now.”

Anakin started to stride forward and Obi-Wan threw himself wildly in the way, shoving Anakin back. “Anakin! Don’t ask me to explain why, but please, for the love of the force, do not go in there.” 

Anakin got a gleam in his eye and Obi-Wan’s heart sank, realizing there was more or less nothing he could say at this point that would turn the man back now. 

“Anakin, don’t-” But it was too late, he had already leapt over Obi-Wan’s head and was now darting inside.

Obi-Wan ran after him, feeling ill. 

Anakin managed to make it halfway across the room before skidding to a halt and letting out a strangled squeak. Knowing he was going to regret it, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but follow his gaze. He gasped. Almost incredibly, the combat had gotten even worse in the minutes he had been out of the room. Both of them had inexplicably lost their sabers, and Obi had Ani pinned to the mat face down, arms trapped over ahead.

They were pressed together and panting.

Anakin  turned to his Master, looking frightened. “Obi-Wan, what-” he let out, slightly too loud.

Obi-Wan just threw his robe over his former padawan’s head in response and began dragging him away. “I told you not to look” he whisper-shouted.

At this point, their dramatics had gathered the attention of everyone in the room. Their alternate selves had jumped out and were watching them bewildered. 

“What is-” Obi tried to ask, but Obi-Wan cut him off, hysterical. “You just- you stay away from us!” he shouted. The dopplegangers exchanged a confused glance.

“Obi- uh, Obi-Wan, seriously, what-” the poor harassed twin of his young apprentice tried to ask, but they were already nearly out the door.

“I’M SORRY!” Obi-Wan shouted back. “I’M SO SORRY!”

[writing-in-april]

Surprise Pretty Boy

Spencer x Female Reader

Summary- You haven’t had sex in a while, because of your job and your infatuation with Spencer Reid. You proposition him for sex and have a big surprise waiting for him.

Warnings- Smut, soft sub Spencer/ dom reader, nipple piercings (female), oral (male receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex.

A/n- this is my first smut, I’m a little nervous to post tbh. This is edited but only a bit and also my requests are open! Some of the formatting is weird too I’m on mobile sorry!

Masterlist

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I needed to fuck the shit out of someone, it’s been too long at this point. I couldn’t even remember the last fuck I had, I think it was 8 months ago at a bar. It didn’t help that I rarely got out of the house because of my job, the BAU never slept so neither did I.

We had just gotten home from a stressful case that almost ended in disaster. All I wanted to do at this point was unwind by having a mind blowing orgasm but there were no men or women in sight. Unless I went for Spencer who I had a massive crush on, he was honestly the reason I stopped getting laid. I just couldn’t get railed by a one night stand without thinking of him, it got too weird and I just wanted the real thing.

I was so desperate tonight that I might shoot my shot, we just happened to be the last ones in the office doing paperwork. My horny mind had been preventing me from being fully productive all day, but I had finally finished my massive stack of reports. Spencer often took on the slack of everyone else when it came to paperwork, something that I’ll never understand, but he did look cute when his eyebrows furrowed in concentration trying to write as fast as he could. God I just wanted to break him. Maybe I would deny him orgasms all night or ride him into the sunset and watch his whimpering face as he begs me to stop after making him cum multiple times.

Spencer has noticed that I was unashamedly staring and he shot me an inquisitive look.

“You ok?” His voice snapped me out of my x-rated daydream.

“Yeah just thinking.”

“About?” He scrunched his nose in typical Spencer fashion. Fuck it, I’ll be honest with him, he was too cute for me to not at least attempt to make a move.

“How much I want to fuck you” I stated bluntly, a look of shock spread across his face.

“Y-you want to w-what?” His voice started to raise a few octaves, getting to that squeaky pitch that made me want him even more.

I slowly sauntered over to his desk chair and swung my legs around him so I was straddling him. His big brown eyes had become as wide as saucers and he started stuttering, his hands betrayed his nervous persona as they immediately sat above my ass.

“I. Want. To. Fuck. You. Spencer” I said with conviction, he gulped hard and sighed deeply mulling over the thoughts racing through his head.

“I-I want y-you to fuc-ck me, can we go back to your place?”

I nodded a yes to him “Only one rule tonight Spencer, I’m in charge. Is that ok with you?” He bobbed his head back in a yes, then we both got our things and raced to the elevator.

I pulled Spencer into my car with a promise of giving him a ride to work tomorrow, and probably broke 50 traffic laws on the ride home.

We both bolted out of the car and stumbled through my doorway in a heated make out session once I finally got the door to open. I pushed him against my closed front door and slipped my tongue into Spencer’s mouth fully dominating the kiss. My arms fully enveloped his larger frame and I started to tug him over to my couch so I could fully enjoy him.My legs swung over his lap straddling him for the second time that night. We continued to make out on the couch like horny teenagers for what felt like bourse until Spencer started to paw at my blouse. I leaned in to start kissing and biting on his collarbone that was peaking out from under his button up. My lips slowly worked their way up the column of his throat and I bit on the shell of his ear, which let me hear a gorgeous moan.

“I have a surprise for you pretty boy” I breathily whispered into his ear as I dragged my palm across his jaw. He let out a gorgeous whine and rutted his hips up into me. He was in for a shock, I had gotten my nipples pierced when I was younger to make them more sensitive. I hope Spencer would appreciate as much as I did.

I slowly peeled my shirt off my figure, I had no bra on and my pierced nipples hardened as the cool air hit them. Spencer’s eyes widened and he let out a little beautiful squeak at the sight.

“You like what you see?” I smirked and batted my eyelashes. All he could do was nod eagerly in response, he greedily leaned forward and almost immediately wrapped his mouth around my nipple. I moaned at the sudden contact and I started to grind on his hard crotch again. His mouth continued to suckle on my bud combined with the hard metal as his other hand came to pinch my other nipple.

Was it possible to orgasm from nipple stimulation? Normally I’d say no, but the way Spencer’s mouth sucked on my bud was getting me off better then most guys with their hand down my pants. Plus the way his bulge was hitting right at my clothed clit was almost enough to push me over the edge. Spencer must have sensed how close I was and snuck one of his hands in my pants. He deftly worked his finger on my clit which pushed me over the cliff.

“Oh my god Spencer” I moaned out as I rode out my first high of the night. His eyes raked over my form in awe, I had no doubt that he was enjoying this just as much as I was.

After I had come down I slowly slid down onto my hard wood floors not really caring for the pain from being on my knees.

“Thank you Spencer, you were such a good boy” Even though I was the one down on my knees I was still in full control.

Spencer’s pupils were blown wide in lust as I undid his belt buckle and pulled his boxers and slacks down all at once.

I bit my lip as I got a good look at what Spencer was packing not to thick but god was it long. I moaned in anticipation of how good the stretch would feel but for now I just wanted my mouth to work its magic.

He was already painfully hard but I wanted to tease him a bit more so I slowly started to move my hand up and down his shaft. I was purposely barely gripping him, I wanted to see how desperate I could make him. His eyes had shut at this point, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he let out a breathy moan.

“Please do something” he gasped out, so I slowly leaned forward and took his head in my mouth but I still barely gave him the relief he was looking for. He hadn’t begged enough yet.

He tried to apply pressure on my head, I grabbed his hands and pinned them to the couch.

“Holy shit y/n please!” His raspy voice was raised to an octave I didn’t think was possible. So I finally relented taking him back as far as possible into my throat and precum filled my mouth as an indicator of his desire. The sounds that Spencer was making were music to my ears, he moaned loud each time I took him to the back of my throat. I could tell that he was about to cum so I suddenly pulled my mouth off of him with a soft pop.

He whined at the loss of contact, he almost looked like a baby that had gotten his candy taken away.

“Don’t worry baby boy I want you to cum inside me instead. Is that alright with you?” He seemed to enjoy the nickname and bit his lip nodding his head once more.

“Y/n please fuck me.” I loved hearing him beg like the good boy he was. I crawled up into his lap again and slowly sunk down onto his length letting myself feel every ridge of his cock. Spencer moaned the loudest he had all night, which I didn’t even think was possible. His breath was shaky and I could tell it was taking all of his will not to thrust up into me, he was being a good boy by waiting patiently.

Once I adjusted to his length I started to bounce on him making him even more breathless then before. Then Spencer pulled me closer to him and started to play with my nipples again, I could tell he fully appreciated my piercings.

“Your such a good boy Spencer always taking care of me.” I gasped out, my hands wound through his hair and pulled his head back hard. His blissed our state was an amazing sight to see, his mouth was open in a gasp, his eyes were barely open and in a glassy state.

“I’m so close y/n” he whimpers our pitifully

“I’m close to baby boy help me get there with you” My words barely escaped coherently but he understood bringing one of his hands off of my ass to my clit. His large dexterous fingers rubbed tight circles on my clit and suddenly my vision turned white.

After I rode out my high my focus was back on Spencer.My lips sucked beautiful hickies onto his neck that would be a pain to cover up, I honestly didn’t care at this point.

“C’mon baby boy cum for me” I gently coaxed him to his release in a few last hard bounces. His strangled moans accompanied with the ropes he shot into me helped me into another small orgasm that I barely registered was on the brink.

“Holy shit” I gasped out after I had somewhat caught my breath. I started to get up to go to the bathroom, so I’d prevent a UTI when Spencer’s arms wrapped around my frame.

“Stay” he breathlessly whispered.

“I’ll come back and cuddle but I really don’t want a UTI Spencer. You’d be the first one to remind me of that.” He relented and let go, my feet padded through my apartment everything else quiet as I made my way to the bathroom. After I had relieved myself I grabbed a washcloth to clean him up as well. I made my way back to his sleepy form cleaning him up and I let him envelope me again after I was done. We cuddled naked in silence for a while waiting for someone to bring up the awkwardness that would surely come up after a night like this.

I knew that Spencer would never be the one to make the first move, just like with my request to fuck him so I decided to take another leap of faith tonight.

“Spencer”I quietly whispered bringing him out of his thoughts “I don’t think of you as a one night stand or a friends with benefits I truly like you. I-I’d like to go on a date if you want to?” He looked a little surprised also mixed with relief? I couldn’t tell as I waited in bated breath for his answer.

“I’d like that to y/n, I was honestly scared you’d only want this to be a one time thing” he admitted meekly, I basically lunged at him kissing his beautiful lips.

“Round 2?” I asked between kisses

“Only if this time I can be in charge?” He cheekily asked.

“Oh definitely Sir”

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[yesvaldemarharder]

Being A Cock Warmer For The Males In Arcana

Yeah I ain’t stutter. Also the fact that y’all got 308 notes on the Nsfw Arcana bit I ain’t got 308+ followers hurts me. So cruel. 😤

Anyway let’s get started before I have a mental breakdown haha (<— old edit sorta)

Edit from today (7/25): WE ARE NOW AT 565 FOLLOWERS! (I do believe, I might have to check again) Thanks so much guys! I know I disappear a lot but with witch stuff and spirituality and shit like that I just need to take breaks. I don’t mind y’all asking me how I’m feeling though smh, it might bring me back sooner to know people care about me.

But y’all too scared to even comment on how much y’all like my posts so I know y’all won’t do it.. cowards. 😔🥺

Anyway here’s the cock holder post, I’m actually not sure if these are completely cock holder-ish because of how they turn out but here, have fun rubbing off kiddies uwu. (Please don’t be actual kids tho smh, I ain’t responsible for yo lil ass.. if you get caught rubbing one out)

EDIT 7/27: Finally I’m done, I just want to say thank you to all the followers that’s been waiting for this post! I’ve been in off and on moods these days so yeah..anyway I’ve been holding this post for months and well here ya go! Also if anyone else wants to Roleplay just hit me up! (However I need to see your style of Roleplay before we start anything..short rps and rps with plot or starters aren’t my thing. And I call dating Valdemar uwu, I’ll rp your fav character for you if you rp them for me.)

I feel like some of these are out of character but only a little, please deal with it considering how hard I worked to get this out..also if you read this whole top, you get this: a quick request from me! Request anything you want and I’ll upload it either today, tomorrow or the day after! You have to read all my top tho and I know some of you won’t so for people who do, in your request send me the call out note I put up here!

Honestly it shouldn’t be hard to find..but anyway enjoy!

(Also I might make edits later teehee..)

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Asra

As yet another costumer walked asking multiple questions about crystals and spiritual awakenings you nearly whimpered to them as an answer to whatever they had just said. Your hand roughly clutching the edge of the greeting desk in front of you.

Asra’s cock nestled in deep inside you like a snug bug in a fucking rug. It pressed against your sweet spot, nudging against the g-spot and he’s carefully rolling his hips shooting pleasure all throughout your body. Your clit is rock hard at this point as his hand grips your naked thigh, your shirt pulled up and panties around your ankles.

Everything is hidden from the people coming in except your face which is trying to hard not to show how hot you’re feeling. You want to stick your tongue out so bad or let your eyes roll but you know that with the right person that’s a dead giveaway. When another comes in Asra greets them with a warm smile seeing you stumble on your words to do so instead. He thrust his hips a little and you hold back from crying out, ducking your head down into your arms to bite your lips. Just like the way he told you to.

‘What a good girl you are.~’ He thinks with a catlike grin. He’s enjoying this quite a bit and you can tell with the twitching that his cock is doing inside you. Asra has patience though, a lot of it..and while you want so desperately to bounce on his cock like a whore in heat he simply won’t let you until he sees fit. Maybe if you beg for it though he’ll simply not give a damn about the customers and will put you up for display, fuck you right on the counter in front of everyone that enters.

When the customer haults themselves mid sentence they take the time to ask if you’re ok. Of course you can’t answer, you can’t even trust your voice to sound somewhat under control. Asra is on it in a flash taking any words from you to speak instead. Maybe not with the words you expected him to say but really you can’t argue right now. Not when he lifts your legs a bit more and sinks deeper into your wet messy pussy. You shake against him letting out a strangled whimper.

“She’s just a bit sick right now, poor thing... I wished for her to sleep but she insisted on helping me today. Isn’t that sweet?”

Insisted on helping daddy work today.~ Oh such a naughty girl you were weren’t you? Don’t worry though, he’d made you squirt all over his cock like the loving daddy he was. What would he be if he didn’t?

After a couple of words between Asra and the customer the customer leaves with whatever they managed to purchase. The shop was quiet now only with the sound of wetness between your thighs and you breathless moans. It was quiet until he pushed you forward. You press firmly against the counter and he follows you pressing right up against your back, your hands find the counter and he chuckled into the skin of your back. “Such a good girl, you did a good job~” he mumbles as your cervix twitched against the slit of his cock and god, he has to cover your mouth as you cry out in pleasure because even though there aren’t anymore customers he still can’t be sure if anyone is still around outside.

You hips bucked against him now in a deep rut. He doesn’t even bother to tell you to stop because he know you won’t, he also knows you can’t help it at this point..your bouncing, tears running down your rosy cheeks. He just watches with a smug smile as his cock disappears each time you push back against him, his hands moving down to grab your hips as you moan and cry for more. Who knew a simple push would make you loose your mind? He did, that’s who knew.

You jerk with a high pitched cry and this time he doesn’t bother to cover your mouth, you’re just too far gone and he’d be a liar if he didn’t want to hear you babblering about how good his cock was. At one point you nearly collapsed but he holds you, lovingly as if you were simply cuddling in bed and not just breeding yourself on his cock.

“Shh, Shh. That’s a good girl, take daddy’s cock baby. It’s okay, I’ll let you cum.”

And oh god when his fingers came to play with your clit magick mixing in and you came so hard.. You were pretty sure you went to the astral plane for a second or some shit because it made you grip the desk for your life. Eyes rolling as he groaned, busting his load within you filling you with pups. You went limp against him, panting tiredly as he nuzzled you as if he didn’t just fuck the shit out of you.

“Such a good girl.”

Julian

You’re both flustered. His hands tightly gripping your twitching thighs as his large cock is deeply submerged in you. You’re in public, at the bar matter of fact surrounded by both men and women alike who are either drunk of their asses or are soon to be as such. Either way it’s risky to do this here but it couldn’t have been helped.

When you found your seat in Julian’s lap he turned a deep shade of red from the suddenly weight but simply chuckled lifting a brow, curious to know what you were up to now. “Darling? Careful now, I might ‘pop one’.” He chuckled and you purred, the noise making the glass you held to your lips vibrate a bit. He hugged you, like a baby clinging to a mother until you start to feel something prodding at your butt.

You make a small surprised noise and he freezes on the spot. You look back at him and he’s so flustered all he can do is look back up at you, sweating lightly, he even gives a shy little grin as if to say ‘told ya so’. After a short staring contest you bite your lip and purr once more. Why not take advantage of this, you and Julian we’re into many things so why not try out a little public play? You lift the glass back to your lips to down the rest of whatever you had been drinking in the first and then you shifted in his lap getting a feel of a twitch.

“Julian darling, you seem to have a bit of a surprise for me hm?~” He gives a nervous chuckle but nods. You take the momentary awkwardness as him being a bit shy and you know it’s understandable, even you’re feeling a little anxious with what you are about to do..however Julian was always one to try new things and you could tell he was interested the second his hand carefully cupped your hip.

You bit your lip in anticipation and without too much more hesitation you look around to see if anyone is watching glad to see that they’re not and you stand a little pulling down your pants and panties. He watches, he’s so nervous that you can practically see him gulp but the bulge in his pants is still growing so neither of you can help yourselves.

He fights his pants quickly pulling them down letting his cock bob out. Hard and already glossy with sweet precum already. If it wasn’t for a growing wetness developing between your legs and the group of people around you you’d get down on you knees and take that cock in your mouth. The tip is an angry red and you go to make a joke but shudder as he sneakily runs his thumb down the crack of your soft ass, playfully over your butthole and over your folds to your cute pink clit.

You nearly buck, humping the table but your careful. That’ll cause a scene for sure. Julian is impatient now, forgetting the awkwardness and embarrassment but he’s still cautious.. as much as he wants to beg you to hurry he doesn’t whine, not here, not yet..

You slowly lower yourself on the large, throbbing cock. It stretches you and you hear Julian gasp, his hands grabbing hold to your thighs the second you both connect. It’s hot in your belly, twitching against your fleshy pink walls, making your belly bulge ever so slightly. You’re shaking and he can’t quite literally feel you quivering around him. Biting into your lip you lightly roll your hips, slow to get a good feel of the twitching inside you.

You suddenly let out a muffled cry, your hand coming up just in time to cup your mouth when Julian bucks a bit on instinct. He’s quick to apologize though, sorry he couldn’t keep his body still but oh god...you’re soaking wet and so fucking hot that honestly he feels he might cum already.

You try to calm down, not to cause a scene when he presses his head into the crook of your shoulders, panting on your neck as he wraps his arms around you firmly keeping you in place. You practically whimper as he kissed your neck. “Q-Quickly darling, bounce on it. I’m going to cum soon~” Julian didn’t usually tell you what to do, and that might have been the reason you looked surprised at his words, might have also been the reason you grew wetter..

You felt...flustered, for the first time of being with him because usually you were the one in charge and yet here he was whispering in your ear telling YOU what to do. His lips on your neck, whispers in your ears encouraging you, cock deep inside and kissing your cervix, his taller build pressing so lovingly against your back. He moved his hand down to rub your clit curious to see your reaction as he lifts his head a little to look at your blushing face. He starts off slowly but soon he’s rolling his fingers in rough circles as you gasped and bucked, hips twitching and legs shaking.

“J-Jules, oh shit~ stop...stop I’m going to cum, I’m going to!-“

It was unexpected but he roughly slammed his hips up, cock hitting that sweet spot and he groaned as his cock throbbed before a thick release of cum flooded your insides. He held you tightly as you trembled. His hand tightly over your mouth to keep you quiet because you had been making cute little whines without even noticing. He suddenly was up and moved like a flash as he whisked you off to the bathroom where you squirted, your pussy twitching and spasming around him, eyes rolling because you had just came.

He held you against the wall as you struggled to stand on your own, no one was around now so he freely kissed you, a deep blush on his cheeks as he tried to calm you down. He’d take his time cleaning you up after you came down from your high.. “I’m sorry darling, please forgive me...I couldn’t help myself.” He chuckled lightly against you smiling as you huffed.

Lucio

You’re completely naked, skin sweaty, head buried in the same pillow where Nadia rest her head. His gauntlet squeezes your ass in a tight grip, voices in the hallway having normal talks. Your cheeks are a blood red.

He’s teasingly slow with each thrust, slow but rough covering your mouth with his other hand each time you let out a squeal at his cock spreading your cervix, the words in your ear he whispers are dirty and vulgar, humiliating but you can’t help the way your pussy squeezes around his thick veiny cock.

Lucio doesn’t seem worried, doesn’t seem like he cares if someone comes in to see him breeding his favorite servant like your just some toy. Maybe every once in a while you’ll hear Nadia’s voice and he’ll growl at how tight you squeeze around him, horny but scared she’ll come in and catch you both.

It’s so hard not to rock back into him, not only because he’s barely leaving any space for you but also because he’s in charge here. There’s a delicious twitch from his pulsating cock and you shake your hips now biting into that pillow snapping your eyes shut. It’s good, he’s good...no, he’s fucking amazing and it feels like you’re melting.

At one point it so good that you beg quietly. Soft whimpers and moans falling from your lips as the hand he had on you mouth moves to your hair, yanking those locks he loved so much.

His cock twitches inside you again and holy fuck you’re crying, you want to cum so bad but he’s keeping you still, stopping you from fucking back against him and so now all you can do is try to keep quiet.

This is torture, you think to yourself but then there’s a snap of his hips, cock burying deep in your womb and you scream, face forced into the pillows to shush you. He chuckles lowly in your ear, mockingly as you tremble violently against him.

“What’s wrong princess? Is something the matter? Use your words kitten~”

He knows you’re weak and he loves using it against you. At this point you really are crying, you want to cum to bad and he’s edging your orgasm at a level he’s never done before and it’s fucking killing you.

Beg, beg to get fucked like a bitch. Beg for him to take mercy. Beg for his cock, he fucking loves that.

And you did. “P-please sir~ please please please...let me cum please..” you sound so desperate it’s pitiful but with a hum he grants your wishes. If you thought the teasing was one thing the strokes he gave your slutty ass was another.

He fucked you so hard into the bed that when you came you couldn’t stop whimpering his name or shaking. You hips trembling seven after he pulled out. Your face pressed so hard into the pillows as his hot cum dripped out of your cunt.

He’d clean you up later but for now he kissed your lower back before giving that bum a nice slap watching as the skin brightened.

“Good girl~”

Muriel’s is a bit shorter because other then Portia I don’t really see him in a ‘LETS FUCK’ kinda way. Just my opinion don’t get mad please smh.

Muriel

It’s making your stomach bulge so much that you’re shaking, gripping his strong thighs as his large hands carefully settle on your hips.

There’s a twitch and you toss you head back to rest it on his chest, panting, whining like a dog and heat and even though it’s slightly embarrassing for you, looking up with lidded eyes and seeing that deep blush makes you purr. You bite your lip

His hand slides and now it’s on your stomach gently caressing the bulge he finds there. You shudder and then you let out a sweet high pitched moan as one of his thick fingers move to rub you clit.

His movements are slow but firm, he’s careful because he doesn’t want to hurt you but he also loves how your nails dig into his skin and how you buck and clench around him.

Keep doing that and might blow his loud sooner than he thought he would.

It’s just you and him, Inanna (did I spell that right? I don’t know I ain’t played his route like that..) is out, and he feels better that she is. Not hear to watch as the clear juices drip out of your needy cunt.

He hasn’t rolled his hips or thrusted up into you once yet and deep in your mind you feel a bit grateful but that doesn’t mean you can’t rub against him

There’s a shiver and then you wiggle those hips of yours, crying out in bliss as his finger presses against your clit and how you can feel his cock twitch again. The hand on your hips squeezes and then there’s a shaky groan behind you

He slumps a little, big strong chest against your back, lips against your throat in a gentle kiss and he’s shaking. He might just cum but it’s no doubt that you’re going to beat him to it.

When his hips stuttered you arched but now it was too late to stop. You cried his name out before you came hard around that fat cock of his. He gasped at the tightness but quickly wrapped his arms around your waist giving you a gently but firm hug.

His cumming and his cum is thick and stick. You convulse just having it in you and when you’re both done he falls back onto the bed panting with the same tempo as you.

Fuck, you loved this man and when you found your voice again you’d definitely tell him to his face. ❤️

Can I just say that Vlastomil needs more fluff and smut of him??? Like no cap he lowkey makes the pussy wet for me 🥴🥴🥴 his is a bit short but cut me some slack, it’s 1 am in the morning..

Vlastomil

You didn’t suggest this, it just kinda sorta happened. When you came into his office to greet him with a kiss you didn’t expect to end up staying for this long but you guessed when lovers are too busy with work the second they had time alone anything will go down.

A simple kiss turned to Vlastomil grabbing your hand carefully to pull you closer. He’s missed you and you’ve missed him too, what could it hurt to spend time together? You smile a little and come closer until you’re in his lap, facing him and that cute dumb grin on his face. His hands moving around your waist to pull you both together and then you’re kissing again.

His tongues are curious to roam your mouth and as you do so you can’t help but moan a little remembering the times those same tongues had been submerged in your pussy making your jerk and cry out for mercy. You’ve missed him more than you thought you did..damn Nadia and those amazing adventures you two seemed to always go on..

He paused upon hearing the sound come from you and as he pulls back there’s a glimpse in his eyes that you both know all too well. Then there’s a slight twitch beneath his robes and you can’t help but shift closer, pressing a hand to his chest to make him lean back a little. His hands are still on you but this time they squeeze a little at your hips to encourage you. “Well, we have the time now correct?” He hums and you purr, nodding a bit as you lean down to kiss his exposed throat which makes him shiver under you.

With a catlike grin you pull back lifting your skirt to show your thighs that’s encased in stockings and lace underwear that has probably five seconds to be dealt with before he rips them off you. His eyes are focused and his cheeks are a bit red but now you too have gotten this far, no need to stop now. Not with the bulge between his legs growing bigger and needier for attention. It doesn’t take long to get him inside you, his fingers have prepared your now wet cunt and now your slit is teasing the head of his cock.

Usually Vlastomil doesn’t mind a bit of playfulness but he really wants you and with out much of a thought he pulls you down, kissing your lips as you go to arch and moan out at the sudden move. He’s throbbing in you, his long cock pulsing happily to finally be surrounded by your hot wet insides. You clutch his clothes, legs twitching a bit and even though you want to keep kissing you can’t help how your head tilts back even more you you to let out a broken moan of his name.

“Vl-Vlast~..” you gasp as he shifts a little to which he hums. “Hush now, don’t be too loud dear~.” Because while he’d love to make you scream the last thing he really wants to hear are rumors from servants who are far too curious about his love life. You shiver and for a while he just holds you allowing you to be the one rolling your hips shakily against him. A quiet groan leaving him each time his cock moves inside you like it might just slip out.

You’re so hot that he buries his head in your shoulder to try and stop himself from pinning you down on his desk. With his movement he presses deeper in you and you whine rolling you hips a bit faster. He’ll allow you to chance your orgasm, until he doesn’t..where he’ll grab your hips in an almost bruising grip to stop you. Then he’ll edge you on till you’re shaking and crying like a bitch, begging for him to stop and just let you come.

Only then would he allow if, for now however, he liked the feeling of those tight walls hugging his cock like a life support.

As you fell apart to your bucking he leaned his head back to whisper in your ear on how you’re doing so well or how good you feel around him. He’s not actively trying to make you cum but oh he’s definitely help tug on the knot inside of you. You hips stutter and with a shout you cum, shaking, twitching, and begging for him to stop with his mistreatments.

When your down, breathless and used he’ll continue to hold you there until he’s cumming so much in you that it starts to overflow. When you could speak again he’d wait for you to say how much you love him, for now however he simply chuckled and placed a lovely kiss on your forehead. Later he’d definitely pin you down and be the one in charge.

Valerius

Whatever Lucio has been saying definitely didn’t translate to you, not when Valerius had his cock so far up your pussy that you struggled to even breathe evenly.

Not with his hand massaging the inside of your thigh underneath the cloth of the table, not with him pressing a light kiss to your cheek even once in a while and definitely not with his little dirty promises each time Lucio looked away.

Your breath came out shaky after Lucio asked you something about the food and you bit your lip feeling the cock in you twitch.

“It’s d-delicious.” It’s the only thing you can mumble after Lucio speaks on how’s the food, while trying to not bounce on the cock that’s getting squeezed by your cunt. You want to roll your hips so bad, make him fuck you on this table without a care, but at the same time you do care.

You care about what whatever the hell Lucio will say for whatever fucking reason and that leaves you shivering trying to fight off the heavy blush that’s trying to appear on your face.

Valerius leers close, his head finding your neck, his lips moving along your skin. Smooth lips kissing your shoulder, then the base of your neck and moving to your ear. He moves his hips and your hand instinctively comes down to squeeze his thigh. He lets out a low groan into your ear feeling the wetness that you’re pussy is letting off, your heat having him hard as a fucking boulder. It really is hard to not bend you over this table and fuck you like the slut that you are. He could see it now, your nails digging into the table cloth as his fingers yank and pull on your hair, his eyes on your cunt with swallows him oh-so nicely with each thrust.

“I’m going to fuck you darling..” he speaks into your ear and the shiver you let off made him chuckle. Lucio is back talking again now, something about another masquerade and how amazing he is.., it doesn’t matter. Valerius’s hand on your thigh begins to move and you’re so sensitive now that even the slightest touch makes you whimper under your breath. His hand moves to tickle your clit, fingers playfully rubbing against the hard bun and now you do bounce on him.

It’s sudden but it makes you both shudder, there’s a wet sound that’s made when you do it and now Valerius downs the rest of his wine somehow calmly managing to set the empty glass on the table. His eyes are closed and you bite your lip, Lucio perks. “Oh Valerius! Would you like some more wine? I’ll even go get it for you!” And you can’t stop him because he’s already running to the kitchen. There’s silence and then his hand wraps around your throat, it squeezes and you let out a choked moan.

“Do it again.” He hummed and fuck, you listen to daddy when told to. Your hips are quick to studder, you bounce, raising your hips just to slam them back down on him. A broken cry leaving your voice when he takes the lead. Your legs spread over his as he fucks you with vigor. His cock rutting so deep in you with each thrust that you can feel it in you tummy and you can feel yourself chasing your own orgasm.

It’s just you and him and your letting out whimpering and broken moans, babbling to your daddy on how good you’ll be if he lets you cum. He believes every word of course because right now the ball is in his field and he’s in charge of if you actually get to cum in his lap.

Your arching, eyes rolling and you can feel the tightness in your belly. It’s coming, you’re trying to warn him, your hands placed on his knees for some sort of structure. You’re so cute, he whispers lovingly in your ear how wet your cunt is or how much it’s squeezing him and then he comes to a sudden stop.

You almost cry, not a small whine but a pitiful yell. You were so close and yet he stopped..this is torture, you couldn’t help but repeat that in your head. Lucio is coming back and you can tell because who doesn’t know that snazzy silhouette by now. Valerius has his hands on you holding you tightly to stop you from taking from him without permission. You will only cum when he lets you, don’t forget that. 

They’re talking but you’re trying so hard not to really cry right now, your pussy trembling with juices dripping down his balls and down your thighs. He has a hand on your hip that’s squeezing, telling you to keep in your place and even though you’re desperate you know that the prize of waiting is much better than a punishment. Or was it? (Teehee 👅😈💦)

A wine bottle slides towards you and it takes you a second to realize what’s happening. You blink before wrapping your fingers around the barrel without a thought and then there’s another deep thrust. You jerk bitting your lip as your hand tightens around the bottle almost like you wish to crush it. Valerius leans against you with a hum “are you alright? Can you open it?” He spoke lowly and to be honest there’s been multiple times where you wanted to hit him but this one really took the cake.

You nod lightly and then his other hand is over your clit, you gasp as digits violently play with the bundle of nerves and you can’t see at the moment but there’s a wide smirk on Lucio’s face. You completely break and arch in his lap as he presses kisses against your throat. “C-coming!~ D-Daddy I’m coming!~~” you cry and while you try weakly to clutch his arm he bucks lifting your hips with his other hands.

The string breaks inside you and then you go to scream but his hand is quick to cover your mouth from such a blissful sound. You cream all over his cock and there’s a rough groan as he cums inside you, his cum hot and filling you to the brim. You slump against him shaking and shivering before peeking a little.

“WOW! What an amazing show Valerius!” The count chuckles and now your blush is hellishly red. Did Lucio know the whole time? Well it must be expected considering how close the two could be. Valerius had his head in your shoulder as he lightly pet your belly which only added to how tired you were now.. You were definitely going to hit him when you woke back up..

Now, for Valdemar and Vulgora. I KNOW they both go by they/them pronouns. I’m only saying this because someone once didn’t know the difference between a daddy kink and ddlg on my account and the last thing I want is some little fucker being like “bUt BuT bUt!..” Most of my post for Valdemar or Vulgora is them with a tentacle dick but I don’t mind writing them with vaginas either. (Tribbing post coming soon uwu) My point is they’re both capable of forming whatever genitalia they want and plus this is just for fun and horny folk, calm down.

Vulgora

A blood curdling scream cut through the air as blood fell to the dirt ground with a splat, the coliseum was bustling with hunger for violence and the screams of the weak. There were three reasons for coming here, for one, Vulgora loved the coliseum. How could they not, fighting and blood was basically what they were made for. Two, they loved to show you the things that they liked to get closer to you.

The third being that when screams filled the air, the screams of pleasure from your lips couldn’t be distinguished from the ones down below.

They grinned a bit before laying their chin on your shoulder, their strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist to keep the two of you attached. You twitched tossing your head back to rest on their shoulder as you let out hot pants and cooes. It squirmed inside of you, that seeping hot tentacle that stretched your cunt as if that was its job. Their tentacle was white in color other than the tip that grew a lovely pink/red, you bit your lip. Just thinking about it had you opening you legs a bit more.

Vulgora shifted moving their hips and you shake when they do because the way their tip wiggles inside your cervix definitely has you ready to start drooling and have their baby or some shit. Vulgora usually fucks you like your in heat but here, with the screams of death they want to hear you scream for more. It’s a bit sadistic of them in a way but why should they care, it’s only you and them on this row of chairs anyway, everyone else is much closer to the front.

Vulgora’s body is hot against yours and if it wasn’t for their arms wrapping around your midsection you’d probably arch away from the touch. Sometimes their so hot you can’t handle it, and more ways than one. Vulgora suddenly snaps their hips up and it’s so sudden that a scream rips right out of your throat before you can catch it. It mingles in the air mixing with a now dead man down below but now you hand moves to grab their arm.

“V-Vulgora..I can’t..~” you struggle to speak, your toes curling as the tentacle wiggles and squirms inside your belly, your eyes rolling as you bite down on your lip. Vulgora chuckles a mocking chuckle and somehow it makes you even wetter. Their tongue slides out to lick your throat, a gauntlet running up your shirt to expose your breast to the tangy air. “You can if I say you can~.” They mumble against your skin.

Holy fuck, you could cum right now but they’d definitely would turn your bliss into a punishment because did they say you could come yet? No, no they didn’t.

Your clit is so hard at this point and the adrenaline of someone simply turning around and catching you so exposed has you not only scared but squeezing them more. What if someone turned around? The whole stadium would see you taking the Pontifex’s cock like some whore. You started to shake at that thought laying your head back against them because you think you’re about to cum. They hum against your skin because out of all their time of dating you they know what goes on in the filthy little head of yours.

You like this. They grin a little before biting down on your shoulder before making a circle motion with their hips. Oh they way you begged, that’s what they want to hear. They want to hear how much you like it and how much it makes you feel good. Vulgora isn’t one to spend time fucking others so you have such privilege to be getting dicked down by them much less be their actual mate.

They don’t really edge you but you can expect more then one orgasm. When you’re practically crying and begging is when they’ll stop breeding you because now you’re full of cum and boneless against them. You pussy spasms around them and all the can do now is laugh a bit and rub your bloated belly. Even with how rough they can be you can tell they love you. They hands rubbing you carefully as the whisper how good you felt and how impressive you are in your ear.

If anything Vulgora is so in love with you you can proudly say your their addiction. You giggle a little when you finally have to strength to again and they hum lightly at the lovely sound.

Valdemar

Valdemar hasn’t been paying much attention to you but honestly what can you expect from them, you may have gotten them to acknowledge they feel a strong connection for you but when stating how you need their touch or how they should pay more attention to you can still be a bit of a struggle.

You huff seeing their back to you, those talented hands (which your cunt knows all to well at this point, fuck I’m needy now..) working so diligently on the lifeless corpse of some female you didn’t take the time to learn about. You’re in your night cloths having just came out of the shared room that you had been waiting for them in. You’re a bit annoyed to see them still working, it’s not like the body was going anywhere soon..

“Val..are you still working on that...” you sigh lightly and they don’t even bother to look back at you as they speak. “It won’t be for much longer.” They answer without missing a beat. You approached them, naked feet lightly padding against the floor and not much longer your against their back. They pause for a second before moving to look back at you. You give them a look, one of irritation and maybe a bit of an attitude and they don’t say anything as they narrow their gaze a little.

“Are you having more time with her than you are with me?” You mumble childishly against their back as your arms move to close around them and then you hand carefully runs down their chest. They roll their eyes moving to put their utensils down in the bloody tray next to the rotting corpse. “Don’t be absurd darling..” they speak and there’s a bit of a low warning tone behind their mask. Maybe it was the fact that they’d been working for hours when they wanted to join you or perhaps it was you coming out of nowhere with such silly things to say, either way, you could see that this was them telling you to watch yourself.

They noticed that attitude for a couple days now and to say the least they were pretty fed up with it. Fed up with the attitude and/or petty remarks.. You on the other hand scoffed to hide a smug smirk. “Do you like your fingers being in her more than in me?” This time they turned around making you stop and then take a small step back because to be honest you didn’t expect that. They grabbed your wrist holding it up as they got closer, your scent drawing them in.

“What did I just say? Stop the nonsense (y/n) or I’ll punish you.” Oh~ now you shivered a little. You hummed to resist from biting your lip, a punishment huh? Just what you needed. You pressed against their chest looking up at their slim tall figure with an almost challenging look as if you were calling a bluff. You tilted your head “did I strike a nerve? Want some more alone time with your new bitch?”

It happened so fast, them spinning you around and pushing your front down on a newly cleaned table. They pulled your hips up pressing firmly against your back as they leaned down to your ear with a low scoff. “Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear.” They spoke lowly before a hand was lifting your gown over the round of your ass to reveal those lace panties, their gloves hand traced your skin. You shivered under their surprisingly strong build, biting your bit as you wiggles back against them only for one of their hands to sit right in the small of your back keeping you still. “Drop the attitude.” The hissed lightly.

When you let out a small whimper that’s when they knew this was what you wanted. They paused before humming in a sing song-y way. Their other hand snaked up before wrapping around your throat tilting your head back until your eyes connected with theirs. “Oh now~ I think I see what’s happening here..” they spoke with that sharp gaze. You were already getting super wet at this point and you wanted so desperately to push back against them.

“What a naughty little whore you are (y/n)..” they trailed off a little as something slimy ran up your inner thigh to rub over your clothed cunt before pulling your panties aside revealing your needy cunt that trembled for attention. You could feel it behind you, their body shifting a bit to help in this situation..the tentacle sliding over your clit as another managed to free them from their slacks revealing their tentacock which started as the same color as their skin to black half way.

Soon enough they had pushed inside leaving you breathless as they kept that dominating gaze on you, the hand around your throat squeezing a bit as your pussy hugged them. The long and heavy appendage squirmed inside you and you couldn’t help but spread your legs a bit more and cooe at them. Your stomach bulged a bit and you had to keep your hands firmly down to not completely collapse upon them, hell if it wasn’t for them supporting your back you were nearly positive your legs would buckle.

Once they were completely settled they leaned down to give you a kiss, short and sweet before they started a torturously slow pace allowing you to feel all of them and shake with need. Oh no, not this..Valdemar had quite a bit of patience and you knew that when they say they’d punished you they mean it. The last thing you expected was such cruelty like this though. You let out a broken cry “V-Val!..please~..” you choked out letting out a slight gargle as their hand tightened a bit more around your neck, the other moving to clasp around your hip to keep you from fucking back onto them.

They ignored you, their thrust slow but intensely firm, their cock sinking so deep in you you couldn’t help but cry a little from the slight overstimulation.

The room still had the scent of blood that filled your senses as well as the scent of sex and the wet squelching noises coming from you two. Your moans growing louder and your begs growing more desperate each time they pressed against you, your clit so hard that each time one of the other tentacles would flick it you’d jump with a shout. Valdemar never once looked away from you while you on the other hand couldn’t keep your eyes open or stop letting them roll to the back of your head.

They loved this honestly, putting you in your place and watching you fall apart from just a couple actions and they had to admit, while sex isn’t necessarily important to them they liked to see you so red in the face and twitchy with pleasure. You felt like you been there for hours when you finally came shaky violently, closing your eyes tight and letting out a high pitch cry. Your back arched as much as they’d let you and you came so hard it felt like you had died. Valdemar held you through it, letting up on their grip around your throat.

They weren’t done with you of course, they’d still have yet to cum themselves. For now though they’d hold you until you were ready to take more of your punishment.

[rosy-roulette]

Be a Good Girl

Pairing: softdom!Bang Chan (SKZ) x Fem Reader x harddom!Lim Jaebeom (Got7)

Genre: SMUT with a little fluff at the end (aftercare is IMPORTANT YALL)

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: degradation, name calling, oral (male receiving), penetration (female receiving), cream pie, unprotected sex (don’t be a fool wrap your tool), reader’s got a praise kink!!

A/N: so this is a thing!!! AGAIN, in my Chan feels but also I can’t get Jaebeom with his long hair out of head he looks so FINE??? and Chan wit his black hair from the God’s Menu teasers, yah know with his pushed off his face? I’m dead. ANYWAY if you like this please reblog and leave a like and tell me what you think in the tags/comments!!

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“You gonna be a good girl for Chan and I?” Jaebeom whispered in your ear from behind. Your naked form was currently bent over on your hands and knees on the large bed, Jaebeom positioned behind you while Chan stood in front of you. You felt a shiver run down your spine as you felt the head of Jaebeom’s cock tease your folds, making you whimper as wetness gushed between your legs.

“Are you going to answer him babygirl?” Chan cooed, running his fingers through your hair. You nodded feverishly, leaning into Chan’s touch.

“Use your words baby.” Chan moved his hand from your hair to hold your chin between his fingers, tilting your head back to look at him. His eyes were dark, pupils blown out with lust making you swallow with anticipation.

“I’ll-mhm-I’ll be a good girl.” You said breathlessly as you felt Jaebeom’s tip tease your entrance. Chan looked over your shoulder, his lips pulled into a devilish smile.

Jaebeom smirked, giving a single nod to Chan. 

“What’s the safe word darling?” Jaebeom’s lips whispered in your ear again, nibbling on your earlobe. “Red” you sighed as you felt feather light touches run down your sides to your hips, hands gripping them tightly. 

“That’s a good girl.” Jaebeom purred. You barely had time to revel in his praise before his cock was being pushed inside of you, making you gasp and whimper as he filled you to the brim. 

“Fuck you feel so good babygirl.” Jaebeom moaned as he bottomed out, already breathing heavy. You didn’t realize you had closed your eyes until you felt your head being forced up, making you snap your eyes open to look up at Chan. You stared at his cock, it’s tip angry red and dripping already. 

“Open” he commanded and you let your mouth fall open. Chan’s cock slipped past your lips as Jaebeom started to shallowly thrust in and out of you. You moaned around his cock, the vibrations causing Chan to let out a gasp.

“Look at you, taking both of our cocks like a little cockslut. You look so pretty like this babygirl” Jaebeom said, his thrusts starting to become faster, his grip on your hips tightening. You let out whimpers and moans of pleasure, each sound muffled by Chan’s cock that’s sitting snug in your mouth. Chan gains his composure and starts to fuck your mouth, hands gentlely gripping your hair to keep you in place. Both men match the timings of their thrusts with each other, causing strings of moans and whimpers to fill the room along with the sound of slapping skin and the wet noises of your pussy. Tears start to stream down your cheeks as you choke around Chan as he hits your throat, your gag reflex kicking in. 

“Shhhh it’s ok babygirl. You’re doing so well for us, remember to breath through your nose ok?” Chan coos, slowing down his thrusts so he can whip away the tears that stain your cheeks. You nod and do what he says as he picks up the pace once more.

“Oh fuck baby, you feel so good around my cock. You’re being such a good fucking slut for Chan and I.” Jaebeom growls as he snaps his hips against yours harshly. A moan rips through you as his cock hits your g-spot, your hips jerking back to meet his. You hear a deep chuckle against your ear, making you whimper as you continue to move your hips against him. 

“Right there? Is that where I need to hit for you to come all over my cock hm?” His adjusted angle makes him hit your g-spot dead on, causing you to moan and choke. Your hands grip the sheets under you as you feel the familiar tightening coil build up in your stomach. Jaebeom’s moans and groans fill your ears as his hair tickles your skin, your own moans growing louder. The continuous vibrations around Chan’s cock are enough to bring him to the edge. Pulling out of your mouth, you gasp for air as he pumps his cock in front of your face as strangled moans fall from his lips. High pitched cries of pleasure fill the room as Jaebeom’s hand rubs fast, tight circles against your clit as he fucks into your g-spot hard. You feel like your legs and arms are going to give out from the pleasure. Your hazy eyes can barely focus on Chan’s fucked out face as he fucks into his fist in front of you.

“Fuck ’m gonna cum, wanna paint your pretty face with m’ cum! Open wide babygirl UGH FUCK” You stick your tongue out as fast as you could as hot ropes of cum fall on your face and mouth. You swallow whatever you could of Chan’s release.

“You’re such a good girl for swallowing Chan’s cum so well. Yes-mhm-we should reward you by letting you cum shouldn’t we Chan?” Your hazy brain barely registered Chan nodding. “P-please let me cum! I-ahh- wanna cum so bad! Please I’ve been so goooood-aha!” You begged and whimpered, so close to the edge.

“Yes sweetheart you’ve been such a good little slut for us today.” Jaebeom coos, the praise making you feel giddy inside. 

“So you’re gonna cum on my big cock.” He growled against your ear, making you whimper with desire. 

“You’re gonna come with me in 3…2….” Jaebeom pounds into your wet pussy fast and hard, quickly circling your clit with his fingers. Your withe in his grasp as the pleasure building up is too much to handle as your moans and gasps mix together. 

“….1! Cum for me baby!” As if a switch went off the coil snaps and your vision turns white as you go off the edge. Your arms give out on you as you collapse onto the bed as pleasure rolls over you in waves. You feel so full with Jaebeom’s cum when you come back to earth. You’re still jerking from your orgasm when you feel your pussy being stuffed again. You let out a cry as you arch your back.

“Babygirl you’ve been so good for us today.” Chan whispers in your ear. “so me and Jaebeom have decided to let you cum again.” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder as you whimper. Chan pounds into your full pussy, already sensitive from your first orgasm, as you let out cries of pleasure.

“You’re such a little cumslut, you love to be filled with our cum don’t you? Such a dirty girl~” Chan growls as he pounds into you faster. You can’t help but bite your lip at the dirty words falling from Chan’s mouth. You lift your hips to meet his cock as he thrusts into you, making him chuckle. 

“So eager to cum again huh? Want to be filled with even more cum huh? My goodness.” You moan at his words feeling the coil tighten again. Chan starts to pound into you deeper, hitting your g-spot again like Jaebeom did. You cry out again back arching, wanting to get closer to your release. He gets the message and angles himself to hit that spot every time. 

“Chan-ah-chan I’m s-so close! MHm please!” You moan as the tight coil feels ready to snap at any moment, your oversensitivity making it arrive faster than before. 

“I’m close too baby-hah-cum with me sweetheart.” Chan grunts as hips start to stutter. 

“3….2….1 cum babygirl” like before with the sound of his words you cum hard, writhing on the bed with pleasure, fisting the bed sheets, screams escaping your throat. 

When your orgasm subsides you come to with Jaebeom laying next to you. You feel pressure between your legs and you hiss, over sensitivity biting at you. 

“Shhhh it’s ok. Just cleaning you up ok?” Chan says softly from between your legs, hand rubbing circles against your hip. You nod, turning when you feel lips press against your shoulder. 

“You did so well today baby. I ran a bath for you and your favorite blanket is freshly washed and waiting for you on the couch. What do you want to drink?” He smiles softly at you. 

“Water is fine thank you.” You smile at him. He places a lingering kiss against your forehead before getting up to go to the kitchen. 

“You ready for your bath sweetheart?” Chan asks, throwing the used washcloth in his hand into the hamper near your dresser. You nod, reaching your arms up to be carried. He softly laughs as he carries you bridal style to the bathroom. You sigh contently, ready to spend the rest of the evening cuddling with your two favorite boys.