#puppy begged to be marked without even noticing… she loves

[sscieloz]

i need yunjin's thighs wrapped around my neck. yunjin's thighs. yunjin's legs. yunjin. i need huh yunjin yall

i need to make her cum so many times her skin is a mess of bruises and her body is filled w my saliva 😋😋

[melanchoire]

OMG- just saw your G!p Yujin drabble and damn. If was too good you really cooked.

We need more of g!p Yujin!! Imagine IVE's manager yelling "IVE's in Five!" But Yujin? She got another problem that only Reader (her stylist) could solve. Coming to reader with that pathetic expression of hers and evident bulge in her pants that could get her in trouble.

BUT- She wouldn't leave without breeding reader properly even though time's ticking.

cw: breeding + creampie.

yujin hating every time her stylists give her tight pants or just pants because because her cock unintentionally ends up hardening and her bulge is prominent against the fabric 😭 although she loves to brag that she has a big cock, it’s not like yujin wants to get a boner before a performance every time she has to put on pants because it’s uncomfortable even for her

so she comes over to where you are putting your makeup in your case, saying a pathetic “unnie, it happened again :(” and looking at you with puppy dog eyes and a stupid pout on her lips… it has happened more than once before that yujin had this kind of problems and you were always willing to help her by changing her outfit by giving her baggy pants or preferring to wear something simpler like a skirt, but today was not an option!

the company had practically demanded that you keep that outfit in yujin because otherwise she would be different from the other members and would be overshadowed, so unfortunately you had to hold back your desire to help her and offer her comfort because thinking about her would mean earning a scolding or losing your job

“i’m sorry, yujinnie. i can’t do anything this time.”

“but it hurts :(.”

until you look down to understand why she seems to be suffering so much and you realize what she was talking about 😳 you might have glanced at yujin’s crotch once in a while, but unconsciously! or not… and you always noticed her bulge pointing out against her pants, in a less noticeable way in those cases, but it was more than obvious that she was carrying something big under those pants

but since you were taking too long to give an answer, yujin has to take matters into her own hands! of course, turning you around and forcing you to lean over the armrest of the sofa in the locker room, not even giving you time to think, she hooks her thumbs in the waistband of your jeans and pulls them down your thighs along with your panties

“it’ll be quick. i promise.”

yujin being so pressured by only having five minutes to finish getting ready to leave the dressing rooms and head to the stage where she is literally slamming her cock into your pussy in a way that could split you in half 😭 ugh she is so frustrated and annoyed at having little time to take care of her problem that she takes it out by hammering her cock into your pussy, without even worrying about whether you can take it all or whether you’re comfortable…

she keeps her eyes on the watch on the wall, seeming more worried about getting told off by her manager than worrying about whether you're feeling okay 😓 although yujin every so often directs her gaze to you to check your condition, noticing how you’re tightly gripping the sofa cushions and burying your face in them to stifle your moans and prevent everyone from knowing that you are being fucked by your “superior”

ohhh and when yujinnie realizes there is one minute and a few seconds left until she has to go to the stage... she goes from having only one hand on your hip to having both, holding your body tightly to push you back against her and make you meet her thrusts, digging her fingers into your skin and digging her nails into your flesh, leaving scratches and crescent marks on the skin of your hip bones 😵‍💫 yujin having to bite her lower lip to avoid moaning as she felt her cock begin to shoot ropes of cum inside your pussy and straight to your womb, closing her eyes and leaning her head back as your walls hug her so tightly, practically begging her not to pull out and keep breeding you…

and this is how yujin’s stylist made sure that she looked presentable for her presentation 💕 and later she and the members are doing a vlog and interacting with the camera as if they were talking to fans yujin takes a moment to showing off her cute outfit of the day, mentioning that her stylist made sure she looked brilliant on stage

[starkwlkr]

begging on my knees for dilf jenson pls 😭 maybe his kids sneaking up on him when he’s on media duty and them trying to take his job lmaooo love your writings so much!

i didn’t do it | jenson button

dilf jenson dilf jenson dilf jenson also thanks for the request!!! yes ik jenson wasn’t in bahrain let’s ignore that 😍

The 2024 season had started and Jenson already had his hands full with two kids that had a little too much sugar. You had fallen sick so you couldn’t join your family to the season opener. Jenson thought it would be best to take both kids with him to let you rest and get better. Of course you trusted your husband to be alone with the kids, but he had a job to do and you didn’t want the kids to be alone while Jenson was working. Jenson assured you he would keep them close by and he meant it.

When you turned on the television to watch your husband, you didn’t think that your kids would also be making their television debut. You smiled as you saw your twin kids sneakily walking towards their dad, who was listening to Will Buxton talk.

Your son, Jack, gently placed a sticker on Jenson’s back. After placing more, Jack gave the sticker sheet to his sister, Ophelia, so she could do the same. It quickly turned into a ‘how many stickers can you stick on your dad’s jacket without him noticing?’ game and so far it was twenty.

“I think we have some guests here.” Will laughed as Jack and Ophelia placed the last sticker on Jenson’s back.

Jenson turned around and saw his kids laughing at him. “What are my babies doing?”

“Nothing!” Jack innocently said while laughing. He then whispered to his sister. “Don’t tell dad.”

But Jenson heard and got curious. “Tell dad what?”

“I didn’t do it! Ophelia did!”

“Jack!” Ophelia giggled and couldn’t resist spoiling their plan. “Look at your back! You have Olaf and Elsa and puppies!”

Jenson turned to his colleagues and saw them laughing. “Do I have something on my back?” He acted clueless.

“A few things, yeah.”

Jenson could care less. It was his kids’ artwork and he was going to wear it proudly even if it was a bunch of stickers on his jacket. So for the rest of the interviews, he kept the stickers.

Eventually, Mark Webber joined the crew and talked about their race predictions for the season. Jack grabbed his dad’s microphone and held it up to Mark even though he had his microphone.

“Oh thank you, Jack, you’re very kind.” Mark lowered his microphone so he could speak into Jack’s. “I actually have a question for the Button twins. Who do you think is going to win todays race?”

Jack lowered the microphone so he could speak in it. “I think Max is going to win because he goes very fast.”

Then Ophelia grabbed the microphone from Jack. “No, it’s Lewis.”

“Looks like we created another rivalry.” Mark joked.

“Dad? What about you?” Ophelia raised the microphone to her dad.

“I think it’s important that everyone has fun and no matter what, I hope everyone has a safe race.” Jenson explained to his kids.

“So Red Bull?” The kids wondered.

[d0litte]

HEADCANONS. Art Donaldson x Fem!reader

Tw: smut

₊˚⊹⋆ Can't help but get clingy with you even when you're around tashi

₊˚⊹⋆ Who already knows that Tashi noticed the way his pupils dilate whenever you appear in front of him and don't say anything

₊˚⊹⋆ Who spoils you and recognizes this, always being mocked by Patrick about how you commented about wanting a watch and the next day having it in perfect condition on your wrist

₊˚⊹⋆ He insists on having you in the front row, so you can see him win or lose, as long as you have the best view

₊˚⊹⋆ He started winning more games after you started watching him play, Tashi doesn't complain and doesn't even hesitate to invite you when she can to watch him

₊˚⊹⋆ That he can't help but be worried when you leave without warning, calling you, sending you messages and even thinking about the possibility of coming after you, wherever you are

₊˚⊹⋆ He's an idiot and every time he finishes playing he comes to hug you, no matter how sweaty and disgusting he is, he knows the difference in strength between you and him, and he knows that you would never be able to get out of his grip (he just doesn't hug Tashi because he knows she would punch him

₊˚⊹⋆ begs you to try playing tennis, which doesn't happen because even though he plays weakly with you, you can't catch the ball at all

₊˚⊹⋆ He loves to grab you, no matter if you're in public or alone, when he sees you he just runs to your small body in contrast to his, and hugs you, your face hitting his chest

₊˚⊹⋆ Can't even hide how he hit the tip of the racket against him crotch every time you leaned over to get something he needed

₊˚⊹⋆ Who started winning over and over again after you started rooting for him, always looking at you and looking for validation and a thread of pride in you, like a puppy wanting its owner's attention.

₊˚⊹⋆ Who spied Tashi telling you that if you were having sex, or he was in love with you, it didn't matter, as long as you supported him in whatever he was doing because only then would he be able to win

₊˚⊹⋆ Who gave subtle hints that he wanted you to wear shorts and tight skirts, making a point of buying from the best brands and giving them to you as gifts with some stupid excuses like "Tashi had seen them in a store and gave me the idea of buying them for you" you don't even bother to pretend that you believed it, how are you going to believe it when he is stuttering, while his fingertips turned white from squeezing the straps of the bags with different short clothes

₊˚⊹⋆ That every time he wins a very important match he runs to you and Tashi and casts glances in silent permission to hug you

₊˚⊹⋆ begged you to join his team, Damn, he had money left over to hire 10 helpers but he insisted on hiring you to do what? get him water, accompany him?

₊˚⊹⋆ Who is noisy, you've always known that, and he knows that, always whimpering when he kisses you, and it was worse when you had sex, feeling tears streaming from his eyes whenever he was close to cumming, as he grabbed your waist and put his face in your neck

₊˚⊹⋆ Who needs to hear or tell you every minute that he loves you while he fucks you so hard and squeezes your wrist so hard that you know it will leave ugly marks that are difficult to hide

₊˚⊹⋆ During the day, he calls you different pet names like darling, baby, candy, or something so outdated that you'd want to vomit if he wasn't the one saying it, but while you're fucking he gets worse, whines for hours about how you are so good to him, and how you are the love of his life

₊˚⊹⋆ he is the definition of "make love" he doesn't curse you, and he treats you so well that it hurts

₊˚⊹⋆ loves eating you out, he simply gets drunk on your pussy, pulling you to his face and eating you like he's been hungry all week

₊˚⊹⋆ Always comes up behind you and rubs the visible bulge in his shorts against your ass, he has no shame on his face

₊˚⊹⋆ He rolls his eyes and moans very loudly when he cums, he simply can't control it and his body has a life of its own

[ritnaro]

playdate

includes. bokuto kotaro, hinata shoyo, meian shugo, atsumu miya, sakusa kiyoomi + puppygirl f!reader

cw. established relationship [you n bokuto], hybrid reader, orgy, daddy kink, mentions of toys, use of pet name “puppy”, vaginal penetration, finger sucking, tag teaming, mentions of quickies, small dacryphilia, spanking, marking/hickies, overstimulation, oral [giving], aftercare <3

wc. 2.9k

a/n. thank you to the lovely @usually-unusaul for the request!!

+ @hqintheclub

bokuto hated to admit it, mostly because he feels like it’s a hurt to his pride. he has a very high stamina, and he knows it’s useful in times like these, when you’re desperately rutting your hips back into his, in hopes his thrusts will hit even deeper and abuse your sweet spot.

but even he has a limit, and it’s set when he’s basking in the aftertaste of his orgasm, after cumming deep inside his puppy’s cunt, he takes a moment to rest. this time she really drove him over the edge, and he thinks he might pass out if he goes for another round. but you’re careless, you’re insatiable, and you still straddle his lap asking for more.

he’s tried everything he can think of. he even brings you toys so you can please yourself when he’s not at home, but he finds them in the trash can later that day because just not the same, please daddy! so it drives him to call in the help of his team mates.

it’s no surprise to him how he goes by unnoticed as he enters his own home, it’s not like he’s trying to be silent, but you’re probably too busy to come greet him at the door.

“so where is she?” atsumu asks, taking off his coat and leaving it behind as bokuto guides them to their shared room, where he opens the door to find you humping his pillow again.

you don’t notice them, you’re preoccupied getting off to the scent on his pillow, hurriedly squirming and bucking your hips against the pillow and moaning loudly, clearly clueless to the other people in the room. with a few final grinds of your hips against the fabric, you grip the headboard and scream his name, your thighs shaking as you cum and stain the pillow with your juices.

as you pant, trying to regain your breath, you feel a pair of hands pick you up and throw you back down on the bed. he came home from work a little too early for your liking, but still just in time to satisfy you the way his pillow or any dumb toy could. that’s when you catch something with your peripheral vision, and you turn your head to see four expecting men standing at the end of the bed.

“i brought some more people to play with you, puppy” he whispers, towering over you after manhandling you to lay helplessly beneath him, his hands holding you down on either side of your body.“aren’t you happy?”

you nod excitedly, knowing you could finally get satisfied without wearing out your daddy so much.

“yeah?” he asks again, but you’re too busy admiring how they take off their clothes. you’re sopping wet by the time they finish, getting a good glimpse of all of their toned, athletic bodies. “go show them how happy you are”

you slip out of his grasp and quickly walk over to the closest man, meian. he’d been a little hesitant about the whole “problem” but once he saw your pleading eyes looking up at him, he wasn’t too sure how long he could remain so stoic and uninterested.

you bring your hands to your waist, where you play with the hem of your jersey— bokuto’s jersey— until he’s practically drooling at his mouth, wordlessly begging for your to take it off. he’s hard, leaking precum after seeing the show you put on in front of them with the pillow, and he grows even harder when you lay on the bed behind you with your legs wide open, an invitation for him to come closer and join you.

“god, you’re just a needy slut, aren’t you?” you fist the sheets when he unintentionally slaps his cock against your folds, he leans down to give you a kiss, but he’s cut off by your needy moans. you grip onto his back, pulling him closer and pressing him into your body, you were desperate for any sort of contact.

“you’re so wet” he says, his fingers running between your folds and gathering the fallen juices from your previous orgasm. he takes his digits to his lips, tasting your sweet essence and sighing. “tastes so good”

he drags his fingers again and brings them to your mouth instead. “wanna try?” you eagerly open your mouth and suck on his fingers, a submissive mess who would do anything he said if it ultimately resulted in him fucking you dumb. he takes his fingers away, a long string of your drool connecting the two while he pulls away and brings his hand down to fist his cock. he’s positioning himself against you, rubbing the head of his cock against your entrance while you whine, scratching at his back for him to hurry up, only to be answered with a chuckle from his lips. he finds it funny how much you want him, and he’s barely even touched you.

he takes your legs in his hold as he slips inside your tight walls, gripping the back of your thighs while he shudders at the sudden warmth surrounding his cock, he sighs in pleasure and relief, watching as you squirm under his tall build. you bite your lips to hold back, it’s a little embarrassing to moan for meian when your daddy is right there.

coincidentally, bokuto places a kiss to your cheek and whispers sweet nothings in your ear. “you’re doing so good puppy” his praise makes you clench your thighs together, lookin for some sort of friction other than the burn meian’s cock leaves on your poor cunt. “no, don’t close your legs” he spreads them open for you, and meian holds them again.

“fuck, so tight” meian breaths against your neck, slowly giving a few experimental thrusts, he wanted to know if you’d gotten used to his size. he expected a look of discomfort when he pressed his body against yours, feeling your cervix on the tip of his cock, but he got the opposite, a receptive moan for more, and your legs wrapped around his waist so he won’t pull away from you.

he groans as he starts a steady pace while you beg for him. you’re not sure what you’re begging for, but it sure sounds like music to his ears, his hands moving down to cup your breast and leaning to suck on your perky nipples, rolling them between his teeth, gently suckling while you went dumb on his cock and the way he deliciously hit the spot everytime his balls slapped against your ass.

“hahh— mmh!” you mindlessly moan without a care for the other people in the room, you know they’re probably getting off to your sounds anyways, so you don’t hold back your whines as you kick your legs and scratch at his back— even more. “fuck-!”

“yeah? puppy likes how i fuck her? just a dumb little slut for my cock” he mumbles, watching as your mouth falls open and your tongue slips out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and he stares at your aheago face, groaning when you clamp down around his cock, cumming hard on him.

he feels the sudden grip of your walls against his cock that barely let him keep thrusting into your abused hole, his hands fisting at your hair while he muttered degrading phrases close to your lips.

he bites his lip to hold himself back, he doesn’t want to cum so quickly, even though he knows you won’t mind, you’ve already came around him. he wants to last longer than this, but the way you squeeze him and try to milk him of all his cum, it’s clear you wouldn’t mind, so what does it matter if he cums too soon.

“ah-!” you exclaim before pulling him closer and kissing him, your tongues looking for that oh-so awaited relief as you both orgasm close to each other. he paints your walls of white and kisses down your neck as you both come down from your high, the tension in the air is still high and you’d already forgotten about the rest of the team as they stared in awe at your spent out bodies.

“alright” he slowly pulls out and spreads your folds with his fingers, your cum filled hole clenching around the sudden emptiness as his seed oozes out of your cunt. “who wants to go next?”

atsumu steps up next, tossing and turning you to leave you on your knees, your face pressed against the mattress and his hands running down your curves, stopping at the fat of your ass and landing a few slaps, watching the ripples in the skin and listening to the string of moans you make.

“fuck- please!” you beg, “please, please pl-!”

“you were right,” he says, ignoring your pleads and dragging his cock against your entrance, threatening to penetrate your the tight ring of warmth that had already been filled with meian’s cum. he slaps your hips against his in one smooth motion, the feeling of sudden emptiness long gone after atsumu is filling you up so nicely. he’s not as girthy as meian, but it still manages to make your ears twitch when he pushes against your g-spot. “she is fuckin’ tight”

his hands don’t stop exploring your body, it’s not everyday that he gets to fuck bokuto’s pretty little puppygirl, so he wants to memorize every curve and ridge of your body. he can’t recall how many times he’s stroked himself to the thought of you, on those rare occasions when you would bring bokuto lunch to the gym, and you would walk around in your tiny little skirt, and he would wish it was him making you moan in the gym locker rooms instead of bokuto.

he brushes off any thoughts of jealousy when he hears your sobbing, you cry and paw at his stomach while he ruts his hips into you at an incessant pace. it’s just what you need— what you want, but it doesn’t mean you can handle it. everytime he presses against your walls you whine and shed tears into the pillow below your face, his cock drives you insane and you can’t get enough of it. so much that you already feel the tight knot in your tummy ready to snap at any given moment.

all it takes is his hand to slap at your ass again and your tail stops wagging, you clench your eyes shut and fist the bed sheets as you cry and convulse around atsumu. he watched you carefully come undone, slipping one of his hands down your body, to your neglected clit, rubbing the throbbing bud as your walls pulse against him.

“already cummin’?” his voice is akin to an alarm, it wakes you up from the pure bliss of your orgasm, and brings you back to the reality of things. how he didn’t stop thrusting, how his fingers are still toying with your clit, and how there are still people waiting to have a go at your cute little puppy cunt. “what a shame, ‘m not even close to bein’ done with ya” he resumes the hard pace he’s slowed down due to your orgasm, and leans down, his chest pressed against your back and bites at your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses and hickeys anon the skin. he thinks of it as a souvenir, a little reminder that he fucked you. how thoughtful.

your tail starts shaking again, and normally you would be able to stop it, but you’re so overstimulated that you don’t feel in control of your body. not that atsumu minds though, he loves seeing you so excited, he likes knowing he’s the one that’s fucking this reaction out of you.

“cumming again, cumming-!” you whimper bucking your hips against his throbbing cock. he’s so close to the edge, your clenching walls are the last thing he needed to shoot his hot cum into your womb.

he curses and grabs your hips with such force you’re screaming in pain and pleasure, still sensitive from your orgasm, shaking as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

tears roll down your face as he groans, fucking the last of his cum into your needy cunt and pulling out, spreading your lips like meian did, and leaving you a completely overstimulated mess for the next one to take care of.

it doesn’t take long before you feel a pair of hands gripping your waist and you’re turned on your back again, being met with kiyoomi’s grin and his hard cock slapping against your inner thigh.

he slaps your pussy with the head of his cock a few times, more than you would’ve liked. you’re too desperate for this, and as soon as he noticed your squirming body, practically begging him with a few whines and your hips, inching towards him every time you felt his cock against your wet entrance.

“more!” you squeal when he puts in the tip, and he laughs at your eagerness. the tone in his laugh is demeaning, but you couldn’t care less right now, you’re way too focused on the way his cock deliciously dragged against your walls. its enough to leave you screaming while presses his hand to your tummy and feels the slight bump he makes with each thrust to your cunt. “want more!”

you clench your eyes shut, feeling as though you might too soon if he kept fucking you with such force. hinata takes the opportunity now that your eyes are closed, you wouldn’t mind if he started straddling your chest and dragging his cock against your lips, wordlessly telling you to open wide.

you wince slightly at the taste of precum, but once it settles on your tongue, you eagerly open your mouth and swirl your tongue around him, getting a long sigh of relief in response to the pleasure. he slowly slides into your mouth, until he reaches the back of your throat and feels you hollow out your cheeks. you look so pretty with a mouthful of his cock, he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from that faraway look in your eyes, blinded by the pure bliss sakusa brings with every thrust.

hinata grinds his hips against your face, his balls slapping your chin as you try to push at his chest, telling him to slow down, but it falls on deaf ears, he doesn’t hesitate to bind both of your wrists with his hand and pull them above your head.

he knows he’s probably being a little too rough with such a delicate thing, but he can’t help it if you keep drooling around his cock and sucking him off so good. you’re the best girl he’s ever had, and he’s glad he gets to have you for an entire night. bokuto is so nice for sharing such a pretty puppy with his teammates.

“mmh!” you arch your back at the feeling of another orgasm— you’ve lost count at this point. hinata groans at the vibrations that surround him when you moan, that delicious sensation of your tongue sucking him and your warm mouth enveloping him, he can’t focus on anything except the strong feeling of his impending orgasm, and how fucked-out you look. he thinks to himself that you’re probably just as close as him, since you’re suddenly sucking on his cock even sharper than before, and your moans keep getting louder and louder.

“oh fuck- oh fuck i’m gonna cum!” he suddenly grabs the back of your head, lacing his fingers through your hair, and ruts his hips against your mouth, desperate for release. it doesn’t take too much for him, just the sight of your tears streaming down your face, from being overstimulated, again. “gonna cum so hard in this mouth, you’re gonna swallow everything, won’t you, puppy?”

“mm-hmm!” you answer before you feel the creamy white fill up your mouth. you swallow as much as you can, but it’s too much and a little bit trickles down your chin when he pulls out of your mouth, not to mention the aching between your legs that makes it so difficult to focus on anything else.

“aww, puppy can’t take it?” hinata mocks you, gathering the last of his cum on your chin and bringing his fingers to your mouth. you suck on his digits briefly, before you clench the sheets beneath you as sakusa picks up the pace, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust, while a ring of your essence coats the base of his cock.

“look at this pretty girl, creaming around me so much” he says. atsumu stares over his shoulder, watching how you squirm and wrap your legs around sakusa’s waist, keeping him as close as possible.

your ears are twitching again, as you open your mouth and let your tongue fall out, panting as you cum around sakusa, but this one feels different. it feels so much stronger, and you realize why when you hear your essence splash against his thighs. you’re squirting, and he can only stare in awe before he’s cumming with you, painting your walls of white with his cum and groaning as he sloppily thrusts into you.

the night goes on, each of them fucking you two… three times? you can’t remember. and after everyone has left, bokuto carries you to the bathroom, knowing full well you wouldn’t be able to walk there if you tried. he runs a bath for you and helps you get inside, placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

he loves seeing you like this, satisfied. spent out, knowing you finally got what you wanted.

©️ ritnaro 2021 | all content belongs to ritnaro, do not modify or repost

thank you for reading, reblogs are appreciated <3

[jihyocentric]

I blame it on you

(had too many ideas, this was what I could put up together that made sense)

We going with mommy sana and extreme sub Tzuyu then

Starting off with all of the girls eating dinner together in a restaurant, just having fun together

The only one not having fun is our dear tzu who's being punished for acting out last week, being rude and snapping against Sana, who in turn prohibited her from having any kind of kind with her mommy until Sana deemed she had learned her lesson.

Tzu was feeling quite frustrated, being deprived from pleasure for that long, so in the haze of her needy brain, the best course of action was of course, pissing of her mommy. Touching her tights, pressing herself against her, whispering in her ears but that doesn't work, so she ups her game to acting flirty with the others and subtly snapping against Sana

Sana is angry, angrier than she's ever been in a long long time and the girls notice it, so they decided it was time to wrap up and go to their homes

AS soon as they're out, Sana drags tzu by the back of her neck and puts her the car

It was time for punishment

When they get to their room, the first thing tzu does is get on her knees and beg for mercy, what she gets is a colar and a leash on her neck and a gag, she knows what's coming

"I better hear you counting loud and clear, slut"

followed by tying her up, marking up all of her body, a combination of edging and over stimulating her (fingers, mouth, strap)

Lots of hair and leash tugging maybe even a blind fold

(tzu loves it so much she ends up reaping nothing but mommy over and over again, and I had to stop writing before I ended up writing the request myself)

i'm glad you stopped right there or else i'd lose my job bestie 😭 i don't know if i made justice to the ship and to the request as i'd never written them but i hope it's okay!

-

of all the things sana could've asked tzuyu, being patient and behave were the simplest ones, and while tzuyu aced at everything else, she somehow always managed to fail right at those two specific requests.

it's not like tzuyu was a brat. not entirely, not sana's perfect girl, the very same one with the cutest face and polite manners. tzuyu didn't act out if she didn't have a reason. not longer than a week ago, when tzuyu realized sana wasn't going to give her attention any time soon, all due to lack of time sana had to spend with tzuyu, busy with her own schedules, tzuyu acted unlike herself and did everything sana had told her not to.

touching herself without permission was tzuyu's worst mistake that day, and the fact that she even took a picture of her slick fingers and sent it to sana while sana was working only served as fuel to the older's anger. instead of punishing tzuyu the way the younger wanted, sana gave her the cold shoulder, and it was even worse, because now tzuyu couldn't even get to cuddle with sana anymore.

the days passed and tzuyu only kept resentment towards the way sana decided to deal with her bad behavior. it was in the middle of a group dinner that the perfect solution came to tzuyu's mind. if acting like a bad girl got sana to ignore her, then being worse might get the best of her and finally make sana look at her. tzuyu didn't want to, really, but she had no other choice rather than trying to touch sana under the table, rubbing sana's thighs dangerously close to an intimate spot, looking at sana with puppy eyes and being suddenly way too close to sana.

sana wasn't one to get impressed easily. in fact, whenever tzuyu touched her, she'd make tzuyu spend hours with foreplay, sometimes making tzuyu come during it, and then, when sana was finally worked up enough, she'd have an orgasm. and that was it. tzuyu should've known sana wouldn't care about her sneaky hands, and she frowned as sana kept her face straight, offering bright smiles to the others but ignoring her.

but then again, if sana wasn't an easy one to impress, tzuyu knew someone who was. taking her hands off of sana, tzuyu touched jihyo's knee under the table, the one who was sitting on her other side. jihyo would never reject tzuyu's touches, because those came once in a lifetime and despite nayeon staring at tzuyu from the other side of the table when the younger dared to touch her girlfriend, tzuyu kept going. even if she knew nayeon could get mad and maybe discount that on jihyo.

"did you cut your hair, unnie?" tzuyu asks, removing her hand from jihyo's knee and bringing it to her head, patting it gently. "you look cute lately. this hairstyle suits you a lot."

sana holds the fork tighter in her hand and jihyo is suddenly shy with the compliment. tzuyu had just hit just the right spot and she doesn't stop praising jihyo or touching her all throughout the night. it's not until they get home that tzuyu realizes her plan was a success.

grabbing tzuyu by her nape, sana drags tzuyu into their room and all but throws her onto the bed. the sharp nails sinking in her neck hurt and probably left reddening marks there, but tzuyu didn't mind, she missed sana a lot, so badly that she'd accept every kind of attention she could get.

"you know what comes next, don't you?" sana asks, holding the collar with a leash in her hand. "of course you do. you planned all of this. touching jihyo, flirting with her, all because you're a little attention seeker."

tzuyu doesn't want to but she pouts, and as much as sana finds it cute, right now her heart doesn't beat faster at the small display of cuteness.

"at least jihyo unnie talks to me." tzuyu replies, and sana tugs her hair roughly, making tzuyu's eyes widen as she looks at the older woman.

"say that again." sana challenges, her face inching closer to tzuyu's, eyes gleaming, a consequence of all the things she had in mind, every single perverse thought about what she'd do to tzuyu making her have to rub her thighs together, aroused with the knowledge that by the end of the night, tzuyu would be reduced to nothing but a crying mess. "you're quiet now, huh? i thought so."

tzuyu gasps when sana puts the collar on her, making it tight. not enough to suffocate her, sana wasn't going to risk her safety, but enough to make tzuyu not forget sana had a the leash in her hands and she was ready to control her like a puppy.

sana tugs the leash and it makes tzuyu crawl on her fours to her. tzuyu knows exactly what sana wants and she lies on sana's lap with her ass up, giving sana the perfect angle to spank her. and that's what sana does, unsurprisingly. after pulling tzuyu's pants down, she slaps the younger's ass, the soft skin becoming red right with the first swat. sana's fist was hefty, and she didn't have muscles to lift heavy weights but her hand hit hard and it made tzuyu cry out.

"that one is for being an impatient slut." sana says with a sadistic smile displaying on her lips. "now count to twenty."

tzuyu rarely gets punished like this, and she'd totally forgotten about how badly sana liked to leave bruises. she manages to count properly and she forces herself not to make a mistake, or else sana would stop and they'd have to restart the count. when sana finishes, tzuyu's face is impossibly wet and her thighs even more so, crying and wanting sana to touch her and make the pain go away.

"my, my. where's the attitude now?" sana coos, grabbing tzuyu by the hair and making her look at her. "don't cry yet," sana says softly, but tzuyu can tell that there's a bit of sarcasm behind her words. "i'm not nearly done with you."

sana doesn't use her fingers. her nails are sharp and well manicured, she wouldn't waste the time she spent doing them on ruining tzuyu. instead, she undresses tzuyu and brings out from a box under their bed an old friend of them, something that tzuyu says she hates but sana knows she doesn't. at least not entirely.

tugging at tzuyu's leash, sana makes her sit on top of the toy, which was placed on the ground. the sybian had a thick length attached to it, which wasn't that long but it was enough to destroy tzuyu, sana's sensitive girl.

"mommy, please, not this one!" tzuyu mewls and tries to escape, but sana forces her shoulders down and the shaft slips inside of tzuyu.

"you don't get to pick. you're lucky i'm even wasting my time on you instead of resting for tomorrow's schedules," sana says bitterly, turning the sybian on a medium setting straight away, skipping the low one, making tzuyu whine at the pulsation on her clit and inside of her.

the words, although essentially mean, brought a certain tightness to tzuyu's stomach, and she knew she was close. sana grabbed tzuyu by the hair once again, looking into tzuyu's eyes with disgust, showing tzuyu just how disappointed she was.

"mommy, it hurts," tzuyu whimpers at the tight grip that brought pain to her scalp, but sana wasn't buying it. if tzuyu didn't like it, she'd say the safe word, and only then sana would stop.

"good. i hope it does." sana brushes her nose against tzuyu's. "open your mouth."

tzuyu complies, only to feel sana spitting in her mouth and closing it by holding her jaw, so tzuyu swallows every drop. it makes tzuyu moan, and when sana gets the remote and increases the settings of the toy to its highest, tzuyu cries out loudly, but she's unable to move because sana holds her waist and makes her stay still.

"mommy..." tzuyu whines, a tear streaming down on her cheek. "if you don't stop i'm going t-to-"

"do it." sana encourages, wanting to laugh, knowing damn well tzuyu wasn't going to enjoy what came next. "come for mommy."

sana's soothing voice couldn't always be trusted, and yet tzuyu let it go and reached her edge. however, before she had to time to really feel the pleasurable part of her orgasm, sana turned the toy off and pushed tzuyu forward by the leash on her neck, making the dildo slip out of her, absolutely ruining tzuyu's orgasm.

"no..." tzuyu cries harder, nearly sobs, and sana isn't all that touched by it.

"yes, baby." sana coos. "we're just getting started."

maybe tzuyu regrets being a bad girl.

[apocalypticgargoyle]

okay okay could i request some nsfw with professor!techno giving a little extra praise to one of his students and asking to see them after class (presumably a bad grade of sort, but thats most certainty not the case). I love your writing by the way !! could i be <3 anon?? thank you so muchhh !!!! :DD

˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ welcome <3 anon ˚⸙͎۪۫⋆

im going fucking feral for this idea, thank you for gifting it to me. i- my mind went to dark academia!techno and i lost it. if y'all know me irl, you don't after this. also this techno fanart by EtecteraArt, if you don't have clear skin yet.

𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒. ⚚ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫!𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨

pairing: professor!technoblade x fm!reader

± warnings: nsfw (minors dni), pure filth, professor/student, slight degradation, domination, minimal dialogue

It started out as shameless flirting for you. You’d wear the most revealing thing your closet held, crossing your legs and leaning over to pick up a pencil just so you could show him the curvature of your body. You’d tie your hair up or pull it away from your neck when you answered one of his questions, basking in the slight smirk painting his face as his eyes surveyed your movements. You chewed on the ends of your pens and wore a shade of lipstick you knew would draw in his attention. You were positive your fellow lecture members cast their eyes downward at you, believing he was giving you special treatment just because you toyed with him. 

You made sure to show him you knew what you were talking about and actively studying his assignments and works published by him. You were, in a word, hopelessly obsessed with Techno. This obsession led to his appraisal in class when you could fully grasp a more advanced concept he had posed. You didn’t even care about the other girls’ glared burning into your shoulder from behind you as he favored you over them. 

One day in particular, you came to class a bit earlier with a coffee for him in your hand. You stopped before entering, pressing your back against the outside wall beside the door as you heard a feminine voice cooing to him. You smugly enjoyed the tone of his voice as he countered their attempts to hit on him with a grace only a man like him could muster. He thanked the woman for coming in and told her that his office hours were open if she needed actual help on an assignment. You swiped your thumb across your bottom lip before smearing the hue of your lipstick against the white plastic lid of the coffee cup. It was barely noticeable, something only he would take note of. 

The woman exited the room, brushing your shoulder as she went past you. The two of you shared a look that could equate to two territorial wolves in a dispute. The only leverage you had was that he never shot you down, in fact, you noticed he usually enjoyed your under-the-collar comments. As you turned into the room, you noticed him lean back in his chair, running his fingers into his short pink hair and shutting his eyes slightly with a sigh. 

You chewed the corner of your cheek as you approached the lecture desk, his eyes prying open with a small smile as he spotted you. “Good morning, Professor,” you hummed, setting the coffee in front of him. He sent you a hint of a grateful look as students began to file into the room. You turned on your heel and walked to find your seat, swaying your hips slightly, only because you knew he was staring after you. 

As you settled in, you watched Techno bring the cup towards his mouth before his eyes darted to the edge of the lid. With the ghost of a smirk swirling into his expression, he looked up to make direct eye contact with you before pressing his lips to the spot and drinking from the cup. Your breath hitched, heat pulsing through your body at the slight gesture from him. You studied him as he swallowed, letting his tongue dart out to wet his lips as if he were further savoring the mild taste of you from the lid; something an outsider wouldn’t have noticed. 

You clenched your thighs together as you thought about his rejection of other girl’s advances while now he was practically eye-fucking you from across the lecture hall. 

That lecture had been an hour and a half of agony. Your tongue wettened as he twisted a pen in his hand absent-mindedly as he lectured on Eros, his eyes surveying your reactions as he’d quietly roll the pen in his fingers. You weren’t sure how he could have such an effect on you without even touching you. You knew the other girls were squirming in their seats as he sat on the edge of his desk, leaning his elbows on his knees as he answered questions towards the end. 

All you wanted to do was get out of the lecture hall and do what you always did after his class: shower in cold water and plan your next phase of attack. 

Techno had other plans. 

He called out your name at the end of class, meeting your eyes as he instructed you to meet him for office hours. You hear someone whine next to you, nearly making you laugh as you agreed. 

And that’s how you found yourself, pulling the door shut to his office behind you. He dug into a folder on his desk, setting a copy of your latest essay in front of him. Your eyes raked down his arms as he pulled his gold-rimmed glasses on top of his head and leaned over his desk, muscle tightening against the rolled sleeves of his shirt. “Come take a look at this,” he stated. Your eyes darted to the red pen marks, his handwriting only scripting praise on the first page. You knew you aced that essay before you’d even turned it into him. 

You smirked to yourself, dropping your bag beside one of his client chairs and mimicking his stance, planting your hands in the space between his. The size of him dwarfed you, making your mind race vulgarly. This was always how it was, you invading his personal space and him teasing you to go further. “What am I looking at, Professor?” You quizzed sheepishly, feigning innocence. 

You leaned your weight on one of your hands, the fingers of the other tracing closer to his large hand. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you just barely close enough to him that you could feel his breath. Your cheeks flushed, goosebumps spreading over your body. “You think I can’t see what you’re doing?” He needled, voice dropping an octave to send heat straight to your core. 

You gulped, practically tasting him he was so close to you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Professor. But I could learn,” you avowed; your words barely above a whisper. For a moment, you truly believed he would kiss you, his breath cascading over your face with sweet hints of mint and the coffee you’d bought him. 

His lips barely brushed against yours before he pulled away, sending fire to burn in your chest and your knees to turn to jelly. He stood back, his eyes dancing with a mocking ego, knowing he had you on a leash. He lowered into his seat, pressing his back against the leather of his chair, fingers tugging at his collar to undo a few buttons as he looked at your shocked and submissive frame. He chuckled darkly as he eyed you. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. You’re just a child,” he teased. 

You had half a mind to dig into your bag and sign over your ID to prove you were the opposite of his beratement. Instead, you let your breathing shallow, slowly walking around his desk. He tilted his head at you, watching you intently as you placed your hand on the back of his chair, and pushing him away from his desk. As you lowered to your knees, you allowed that hand to travel the length of his body. As your knees settled against the cold linoleum in front of him, you raked your nails down his thighs, making him chuckle softly, a sardonic expression flickering across his face. 

You sharpened your eye contact, your fingers nearly hooking around his belt loops. “Teach me then, Professor. Use me,” you practically begged, making Techno smirk, his hand moving to rest in the crook of your neck while the other supported his head. 

His fingers felt coarse against your skin, the feeling of him finally touching you nearly was enough to send you over the edge. You turned your head, pressing your lips to the inside of his wrist. “So needy. Like a lost puppy vying for my attention,” he mocked, gaze dancing from your lips to your eyes. “What would your boyfriend think of you like this? On your knees in front of a grown man.” His voice dripped with lust and restraint, yet he was completely calm and utterly in control. 

His thumb brushed against your bottom lip, almost mimicking your gesture from earlier as if he’d pictured your actions with his coffee lid. “I don’t have a boyfriend, Professor. And if I did, I doubt he would taste as good as you,” you muttered, silently signing over your soul to him. 

You could practically see the gears turning in his head as he debated what to do with you first. He pressed his thumb into your mouth, flattening your tongue with his finger pad. Your lips instantly closed around him, looking up at him with doe eyes. “Stop talking, pet,” he grumbled, the rest of his fingers angling your face closer to him and he leaned towards you. “If you’re going to beg like a toy, I’ll treat you like a toy,” he promised, making your heart flutter. 

He pulled his thumb from your mouth, only to wrap his hands around your throat, bringing your lips against his roughly. You moaned at the taste of him, wanting to swim against his tongue and give him your dying breath. He groaned into your mouth, kneading your bottom lip with his teeth. 

Techno tugged you to your feet, wrapping his hands around your thighs before pushing you on top of his desk. His hand slipped into your shirt, palming your breast while his other gripped at the flesh of your ass, pulling you closer to him as he ground his hips against yours. You tugged your hands through his soft hair, tugging slightly and savoring the moans he poured into your mouth. You wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting to alleviate whatever distance there was between the two of you. 

Your fingers moved to skim down his toned body, unzipping his pants and palming his cock outside of his boxers. His lips moved to dig his teeth into your shoulder, muffling his groans of praise as he ground against your hand. You panted at the loss of his lips on yours, digging your nose into the crook of his neck and inhaling deeply as he moaned your name. You were convinced you were trapped in one of your many daydreams involving him, but with each nip of his teeth sending a flush of pleasure to your core, you were reminded that he was in fact, about to ruin you. 

Techno pulled you off the desk, spinning you in his hold and bending you over the hardwood. You bit back a smirk as you heard him undo the rest of his zipper and discard his belt behind you. The anticipation of him made your knees shake as your hot breath drew clouds of moisture on his desk. His fingers pushed your skirt further up your hips, blunt nails dragging along the skin of your legs before gripping your hips. You felt him grind himself against your entrance, your mind already blurring with pleasure. He kicked your feet further apart. “God, I've wanted to do this for so long," he nearly growled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade before pushing himself into you. 

You moan, your body adjusting around his length, begging him for more. His hands gripped your hips, driving himself deeper into you, beginning an animalistic pace. You groaned out his name, one of his hands holding tightly onto your side to give himself more leverage. Your mind blurred, mouth hanging open slightly as your cheek was pressed firmly against the wood of his desk. 

Each of his thrusts sent a wave of pleasure coursing through your veins, as his deep, breathy moans hissed into your ear like a sinful symphony. His hand moved to thread his fingers through yours, giving you some kind of anchor as his large frame wreaked havoc on your body. You whimpered out moans of arousal with each of his movements. 

His teeth grazed against your neck again, dragging himself deeper into you. You picked your head up, reaching out one of your hands to grip the edge of the desk, hearing him chuckle behind you. His hand snaked around you to wrap around your neck, bringing you up a bit further as he pressed his lips to one of your flushed cheeks, probably basking in the beads of sweat dotting your hairline from his campaign. 

"Mark me," you begged. "I'm yours," you moaned, rolling your hips back against him. The satisfied moan that slithered from his lips sent goosebumps spreading against your skin. 

He dug his teeth into you, finger tightening around your neck and you knew the brushes he left would be enough of a sultry reminder to keep you wet for a week. 

He pulled you upward, pulling out of you only to put you back on his desk, pushing himself into you as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. His lips melded against yours again, stealing your muttering of his name and replacing it with his hungry moans. 

You ground your hips into him, wrapping around him again as his lips moved to your neck, breath cold against the cold spots from his teeth previously and the thin sheen of sweat coating your skin. With the new angle and his hands digging into your back, your legs were beginning to shake, the tension he'd been binding was becoming too much to hold off. 

His hand tightened around your throat as if encouraging you to finish. He pulled your irritated lips towards him again, wanting to taste you as you went over the edge. 

After that day, you stopped dressing so provocatively. You could wear a turtleneck and padded jeans and you knew he'd still be looking. He knew what you looked like under those clothes: marked up from his teeth, quivering only for him. No longer was there shameless flirting, only glances that told you to wait for him after class. 

He was always hungry for you; whether it be in his car in a vacant lot, in his office to test his chair's range of movement, or in the bathroom of some random club you probably didn't have the qualifications to get into without him. It didn't matter, because he knew that you were his. 

You liked watching the other girls throw themselves at him like you had, mainly because he'd always praise you later with your lips around his cock. You were his favorite, his star student. In his eyes, you didn't hold a candle to the rest of them. 

[erodasfishtacos]

the fact that she had to turn on every single light of the house and call harry in the crack of night :((( poor baby i want to hug her

warnings: domestic violence; trauma; flashback, brief smut.

please take caution before reading, especially if you are currently dealing with trauma or family struggles. Every other trope on my blog is not triggering (unless specified but not really any).

…..

He’s so use to it. He was use to YN sneaking in his room through the window at all hours of the night.

When she has really bad nights, not matter how safe Harry tries to make her feel, the lights still need to stay on.

So, he’s gotten use to it overtime, sometimes they went to bed with the lights on and sometimes he woke up in the middle of the night to her turning them on.

It’s nearly four in the morning when she wakes him up with her movement, “Puppy, d’you have a nightmare?”

“Y-yeah. One of tho-those flash-flashbacks,” She sniffles, trying to hold back her tears as she flips on both bedside lamps.

“Okay, turn on all the lights then y’need to come back and talk about,” Harry tells her, he doesn’t care how fucking tired he is. He will always listen

YN swallows and nods, trailing out of the room to venture down the hallway.

It’s a few minutes until Harry realizes she’s not coming back - avoiding because she doesn’t want to talk about it.

“This is a small apartment, Y’can’t avoid me for tha’ long,” Harry murmurs when he finds her curled up on the couch in her weighted blanket.

“I-I don’t want to talk about it, H,” She says firmly, trying to keep eye contact but finding it difficult to do so.

He rounds the couch, kneeling on the floor in front of her with his large palms on her knees, looking at her seriously.

“I know y’dont but Dr. Copen said you need to talk to me after these nightmares or flashbacks, right?” He asks softly, could feel her slight quiver.

“Harry,” She whimpers, begging at him to just stop.

But they both know, if she wants to get better he can’t stop encouraging her to open up and speak.

“I love you. Please, baby,” He whispers, taking her cold hands and kissing them in a soothing way to help her.

YN looks away for a moment before nodding, her opening up is her way of telling Harry she loves him back and he knows that.

“Erm, it was a flashback. Yo-you were away at your Grandma’s for the week in the summer, so…so I never told you about this.”

Harry’s heart drops, he knew she had shared almost everything with him - except very particular things. She didn’t want Harry to get upset.

Because that’s what a compassionate person she was, that she didn’t want Harry to be sadden by her trauma. She wanted to protect him.

God, he fucking loved this fragile but fiercely strong woman.

“Okay,” His voice is barely audible as his stomach muscles tense.

YN hesitates, clearly struggling to get the words out, “I need you to hold me.”

Harry instantly agrees, tugging her onto the floor, onto his lap, still on her blanket but tucked neatly into the cradle of his arms.

“It was when we were fourteen, I think. My mum had found out that my dad had blown their money to pay the bills on alcohol again.”

“They had gotten in a fight…and my mum came running to my bedroom -scared. She..she tried to s-shut the door and he slammed it open..”

Tears are freely streaming down her face, “She grabbed me for some reason, like she didn’t think he would hurt her if she had me. And…he pulled her by her hair and her nails…just dug into my arms to try to resist.”

Harry vividly remembers those scratches.

—

“I thought about you the whole time,” Harry had smiles when he arrived home from his grandparents house and ran over to his best friend’s.

“Same here,” YN smiles, resting her head on his shoulder as they sat in his garden, “What did you do fun?”

“We went to the pool, went fishi- what are those?” He trails off as he noticed angry marks on her forearm.

“I found Dusty escapes from your house and I brought her back and she scratched me up,” She replies instantly, stiffening up.

Clueless, Harry shrugs and jokingly says, “She’s a real bitch sometimes huh?”

When he’s clearing the table after dinner and Dusty jumps up, Harry offhandedly says to his mum, “YN told me about Dusty escaping the house.”

Anne gives him a confused look, “She didn’t escape, dear. I can assure you she’s been happy and safe in the house.”

—

“It wasn’t Dusty,” Harry replies, tracing over her arms even though this scratches have long healed and disappeared from her skin.

“No, they weren’t. My dad pried my mum off of me, pulled her out of the room, and locked me in mine until school the next morning. They screamed all night.”

Harry stutters out a shaky breathe, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

“You were a kid. You weren’t supposed to be there,” YN smiles softly, “I’m glad you weren’t, it’s okay.”

“It’s not bloody okay!” Harry cries out angrily, wiping at his eyes, “Its not okay you had to go through any of that and I couldn’t fucking stop it!”

YN pushes her anxiety aside because she loves Harry more than herself or anything, hands on his face to get his attention.

“Harry, you were just as much of a kid as I was. Even though you feel responsible, you aren’t. I’m okay because of you without you I wouldn’t be where I’m at now.”

He sniffles, now he was avoiding the eye contact, imagining what she went through that night and how unfair it was.

YN could tell that Harry was the one struggling right now and she needs to comfort him, “I love you. I know we are going to be happy together. You love me in a way no one else could. You’re perfect to me.”

She leans in to capture his shaky lips, pulling his bottom in between hers and adjusting so she’s facing towards him, letting the blanket fall.

When YN goes to pull off her shirt, Harry stops her and murmurs, “Pup, y’don’t have to. Y’words me s’much to me already.”

It was cautious, sometimes YN would try to use sex as a distraction tactic to get Harry distracted but tonight - they both knew that wasn’t the case.

“I want to show you how much I love you since I’m not the best at saying it,” She tells him against his full lips.

“Y’show me everyday, lovie. You are so loving and you don’t even realize it,” He assured her but helps her lift the shirt over her head.

They end up moving slowly, YN kisses Harry’s cheeks as she rolls her hips against his, in his lap, on the floor of her living room.

YN isn’t talking but her soft mouth worshipping his skin, fingers massaging his scalp, and her hot heat clenching around his was all a sign of her intense love for him.

They were making progress, slowly but surely, they were getting better.

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

can u do a marauders smut with dom remus and sirius and sub reader and james

For their pleasure

This is my area of ​​expertise. I could write a thesis about this request and graduate with honors. Period. Catch me making a pt. 2😈

Part two

Warning: 18+

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„Pup“, Remus got your attention „be a good little girl and get on your knees for James.“

James grinned at you, poking his tongue out when Sirius and Remus turned their backs on him.

„But Daddy“, you pouted „James just poked his tongue out! He doesn‘t deserve to cum!“

Sirius raised his brow, glancing back at James just in time to see him flip you off. You grinned when you saw James‘ terrified look and turned your attention back to Remus.

„See, he‘s being a bad boy!“

Remus gave you a strict look. „And what makes you think that you get to decide who‘s good and who‘s bad?“

Your eyes widened and you put on your best innocent puppy dog eyes. „I‘m sorry Daddy, won‘t do it again.“

James snorted and Sirius shot him another dark look. He was the definition of a spoiled brat and you the goody-two-shoes, but James had a habit of making you act up and drag you into punishments with him.

„C‘mon love, don‘t you wanna be good for them?“, James taunted and Remus suddenly stood up and grabbed James‘ face hard.

„Listen James“, Remus groweld out and you saw James panic slightly „if you don‘t shut your mouth this instant I won‘t let you cum for a week straight. Is that understood?“

James blinked and nodded vigorously. „Yes Moony, understood! I‘ll be good.“

„Go on puppy, on your knees“, Sirius said as he took a seat on his bed, beckoning Remus to join him. „Give us a good show.“

You got up, the only article of clothes you wore was a skimpy lace thong and you knelt on the floor infront of James, hands flat on your thighs. This way your doms could clearly see your side profiles.

„Pup“, Remus chimed in and you focused your eyes on his „since James thinks he can act up, you decide if he gets to cum.“ Sirius let out a laugh, leaning back to enjoy the show.

You grinned and shot James a menacing look. „Thank you Daddy!“

James was already looking at you pleadingly, knowing he had fucked up. You gave him an innocent smile, taking him out of his boxers and drooled on the tip. Swiping your thumb over the hot skin there you pumped him slowly, mouth sucking on the throbbing vein on the underside.

„Take him in your mouth and suck“ Sirius commanded.

You opened your mouth wide and slowly took him in, sucking on your way down. James whined, hands gripping the bedsheets and tried to keep his hips from fucking your mouth. You kept taking him until your nose hit his pubic bone and you let him breathe for a second before you sucked hard, hands playing with his heavy balls. James let out a cry, head thrown back and started to beg.

„Already begging Prongs?“ Sirius taunted. „Can‘t even hold on for a few minutes more? Poor baby...“

James let out a high pitched whine, trying his luck with Sirius. „Please Sirius let me cum!“

Sirius clicked his tongue and gave James a disapproving look. „S‘not me you should be begging.“

James turned to you again and you looked at him as you sucked his cock eagerly. Taking him out of your mouth you smiled at him teasingly. „What is it Jamie, cat got your tongue?“

James gritted his teeth and crossed his arms on his chest, too proud to beg you.

„I‘m not begging you!“

You shrugged, suckling at the tip softly. „If you cum without permission Daddys gonna punish you.“ You heard Remus laugh at that.

„Listen to the girl James, you don‘t wanna risk that...”

James‘ composure wavered when you started to deep throat him again, sucking and licking as messily as you could. His knuckles turned white from gripping the bedsheets to hard and when your teeth softly grazed over the tip, James gave in.

„Please“, he gasped „please let me cum!“

You shook your head, going faster and sucked harder. Taking him out you jerked him off with both hands, your mouth busy licking his balls and you felt them twitch. Oh, he‘s very close.

„I‘m sorry I was disrespectful“, James forced out, eyes blazing with anger. He wasn‘t sorry at all and if he had an opportunity to punish you, he would.

You smirked. „Apologize to my Daddy and I‘ll let you cum.“

James bit his lip for a moment to think, but one twist of your wrist was enough to encourage him.

„I‘m sorry Remus! Please, let me cum love please!“

You glanced at your doms who were watching you closely, stroking each other through their clothes. Sirius glanced at you and gave you a nod.

You smiled at James and told him to cum, before you took him all the was down your throat and swallowed hard. James cried out when he came unexpectedly and anchored himself in your hair. You sucked him through his climax, pulled off carefully to not spill the little amount of cum in your mouth and stuck your tongue out to show your doms.

Remus groaned, beckoning you towards them. You crawled, tits bouncing with every move and he leaned down to kiss you. Remus‘ tongue played with yours and you moaned when he sucked your lips clean of James‘ cum.

Pulling back he gave you a proud smile and you preened under the attention. „Good girl, always so perfect.“

Sirius pulled you on his lap, kissing you as well. „Let me make my good puppy cum, hm?“ he cooed, making you blush as you gave him a shy smile. Sirius’ smile softened and his hands dragged down your tits, grazing your nipples. A harsh pinch of his teeth on your nipple made you squeak and you gave him a confused look.

„What do we say when someone gives us cummies baby?“

You immediately corrected yourself. „Thank you sir, I‘m sorry.“

You had a devilish idea. „James didn‘t say thank you to us...“ your voice trailed off and you pouted, looking up at Remus through thick lashes.

„You traitor!“ James yelled and Remus instantly got up, marching towards James. Sirius gave you a mischievous grin. „Wanna watch Daddy put James in his place?“

You nodded, smirking as well and Sirius turned you in his lap, settling your back on his chest. Angry Remus equals crying James. And you loved it.

„You fucking brat“, Remus sneered, grabbing James hair to flip him on the bed so he‘s bending over the edge. James heard the metal clang of Remus‘ belt and tried to beg for forgiveness.

„I‘m-“

„Quiet!“ Remus yelled and grabbed his hair to bend him backwards painfully. „You will shut the fuck up and take this like a good boy or I‘ll fuck you bloody James.“

The three of you were no strangers to Remus bloodkink, especially James who adores bite marks on his skin. But fucking Remus cock without preparation? That‘s hurt and you winced at the thought. So he nodded, eyes casted down submissively.

Remus slammed his head down on the matress and started to spank James hard with his belt. Remus was relentless, not giving the boy time to breathe and after ten spanks James was biting his fist to keep himself still. James skin was battered and bruised, blood surfacing on the flesh as if someone had sucked on it. His muscles were tense and felxing with the effort of keeping in pained whimpers.

Sirius was watching intently, hands slipping down your body to play with your cunt and you moaned when he rubbed your clit, fingers pushing in to fuck you.

„So wet already? You like seening James in pain?“

You nodded and added „I like seeing Daddy angry.“

Sirius laughed quietly, curling his fingers and you moaned louder, struggling to watch. Remus grabbed James to throw him on the bed and the younger boy hissed when his sore skin made contact with the sheets. Remus took out a cockring, fastening it around James and tied him to the bedpost by his collar.

„You only get to watch. I still have to decide wether I let you cum today.“ Remus tone was final and he marched over, taking you from Sirius arms to place you between James open legs. You leaned back, spreading your legs on either side of his and grinned up at the silent boy. Surprisingly he only glared, obviously valuing his chance of cumming more than antagonizing you.

Remus focused on you, still buzzing with the anger of James‘ blatant disrespect. Sirius noticed and got up as well, kissing Remus deeply to calm the aggravated dom and wrapped his hand around Remus‘ cock.

„Mm Pads“, Remus groaned, bucking his hips.

„Make her cum, she deserved it Moony.“

Remus smiled at you, cooing when you flushed under the praises. „Aw, baby why so shy? M‘gonna make you cum so good, you don‘t even have to ask for permission.“

You gave them a happy beam, giggling when they cooed at you. „Thank you Daddy! Thank you Sir!“

James snorted angrily, but you paid him no mind. Serves him right to get punished.

Remus leaned down to kiss you and you pulled him closer, feeling James‘ cock beneath your back twitch. The poor boy was getting so much friction, but no release. Remus‘ punishments were not to take lightly.

Sirius chuckled when he noticed James‘ groans of dispair and made his way over to kneel beside the boy on the bed. Stroking his cheek softly he gave the boy a mocking pout. „Want something in your mouth to shut you up? My cock maybe?“

“Yes please! Wanna taste you, please Sirius?”

Sirius smeared his lips over the boys own and let out a soft chuckle. “Will you be a good boy after?”

James let out a broken moan when your back rocked against his cock as Remus fucked you hard. “Yes! Yes I promise m’gonna be good! God, p-please!”

His begs mixed with yours, both of you wanting to please your doms. Sirius took his clothes off and straddled James’ chest, rubbing his cock over his mouth. James waited patiently, knowing that Sirius would tell him what to do. 

You were screaming with the amount of force Remus was fucking you with, trying to hold onto James’ legs so you wouldn’t slip away. Not that Remus would let that happen, his fingers digging bruises into your flesh. He was fucking all his rage into you and the way his cock was hitting your sweet spot made you see stars. 

“Daaddyy” you wailed “right there ah please!”

Remus adjusted his position, throwing your legs over his shoulders and went deeper, now fucking your spot in quick, short thrusts. You were pressed against James now, the boys whines muffled with the cock in his mouth, only choking sounds escaping his throat.

Sirius groaned at the way James‘ mouth was wrapped around him, pink lips pulled taunt and glistening with his spit and precum.

„You like me fucking your face James?“

He tried to respond but Sirius only fucked his mouth deeper, giving him an evil smile.

„What was that baby? Speak up!“

James cried out when Sirius hands squeezed his balls tight, not once letting him come up for air.

„Pads“, Remus growled out „make space wanna cum on his pretty face fuck-“

Sirius leaned to the side as Remus pulled out and went over to stroke himself directly infront of James‘ face. The boy was delirious with pleasure, reduced to a whimpering and moaning mess. His eyes were glassy as he sucked Sirius and begged Remus with his eyes to cum in his mouth. Sirius took himself out as well, stroking his cock fast.

„In my mouth please“, James cried out „please please want your cum please!“

Remus lost his control, cumming in thick hot spurts right on James‘ tongue and Sirius joined him, moaning loudly at the sight of James‘ mouth covered in their cum.

He had learned his lesson and immediately thanked the boys who were feeding him the rest of their seed with their fingers.

„Horny cockslut, you like drinking our cum babyboy?“

James whined, nodding and sucked on Remus fingers.

„What a pretty baby, huh? Learned your lesson?“ Sirius cooed, lips pressing kisses along his sweaty brow.

„Yes yes I‘m a good boy. I‘m gonna be good, I‘m sorry!“

You were jealous of all the praiseJames was getting. Remus had completely disregarded your orgasm after promising to make you cum and now he was doing as James had begged them. What the hell?

You kept watching them and angrily pinched James sore thigh. He hissed, kicking your shin with his foot. 

“Oi” Remus said “Stop it now!”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “He didn’t deserve your cum Daddy. I did!” 

Sirius grabbed your jaw and you stared at him petulantly. “Watch your mouth.”

You kept glaring. “Why are you always letting him off so easy! Your’re wrapped around his-” you stopped to glare at James shocked expression “ugly-” and turned back to sirius “fingers!”

“Pup” Remus warned “don’t.” 

Even James was shaking his head. It is true that they kept you on a tighter leash than James, purely because someone had to be the good one. And you were sick of it. God, this is exactly what you meant by James dragging you down with him every damn time.

You kept glaring into Sirius’ eyes defiantely. “What are you gonna do Sir, cum in my mouth?”

James took a sharp breath as Sirius slapped you hard, your head whipping to the side. Grabbing your hair he took James’ leash and put it around your collar, fastening you to the bedpost. 

“You want our cum? Fine. Daddy and I are gonna fuck your cunt raw until you‘re begging for us to stop. Is that what you want?“

You swallowed hard, it‘s too late to back down now.

„Can you even get it up?“

Oh shit.

Your eyes widened comically and James slapped his hand over his mouth in shock. Remus gaped at you, a disbelieving expression on his face.

But Sirius. It took him a second to realize that you actually said that and his jaw pressed together, eyes blazing with fury.

He turned to Remus, the latter rolling his shoulders back and cracking his neck.

„She wants to be a slut I see“ Remus said under his breath.

James gave you a warning look, mouthing an ‚Fucking apologize!‘ and you wanted to, but Sirius put a ball gag into your mouth.

Sirius still wasn‘t talking and that was never a good sign. He spread your legs, telling James to hold them against your chest. Without warning he pushed in, pounding you so hard that it hurt when he hit your cervix several times. He spit on his hand and rubbed his fingers on your clit, making you tremble and cry out with the amount of pleasure. Not able to hold back you came hard, screaming with the gag inside of your mouth, your legs cramping.

Sirius didn‘t care and kept on fucking you, thrusting harder. His hand was still on your clit, pinching when you tried to wiggle away.

„Pwease“ your word came out muffled „too muh“

Sirius pulled out and you nearly sobbed with relief until Remus took his place, fucking you deep.

You screamed, hands digging into James‘ arm who had the nerve to look amused. Your doms changed every with minutes, taking turns in fucking your pussy. You were begging, crying for them to stop, but they wouldn‘t listen.

„Gonna cum fuck-“ Sirius groaned as he came, his hot cum pushing you over the edge again as you cried out in pain. Remus pushed inside seconds after him, cumming as well. Pulling out their cum dripped out of your sopping cunt onto the matress below.

„There you go“ Sirius gave you a fake smile „Now you have our cum as well. Might wanna keep it insde hm?“

With that Remus pushed the plug in and you whined in discomfort, not liking the squelching sounds. You felt filthy.

„I hope you know that your little stunt cost you the privilege of cumming for an entire week. Yes you too James, since you started all of this.“

Sirius and Remus got up and put on their clothes, leaving the both of you dumbfounded on the bed. They slammed the door shut and you sat there in momentary silence.

„You fucking bitch“ James yelled „now I won‘t get to cum because of you!“

„Me?!“ you yelled back „You fucking started it you slut!“

„But they forgave me! Then you decided to fuck it all up again by being a selfish whore!“

„Fuck you James! Now you know what it feels like to be dragged into punishments!“

James groaned, untying you.

„How will we survive this?“ he asked, looking at the cock ring.

Now you felt bad.

„Fuck I‘m sorry. I‘ll make it up to them I swear. They can‘t resist us!“

James gave you a flat look. „Moony can“

You gave him a hopeful look. „But Sirius can‘t“

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To be continued i‘m so exited for pt 2 omg

[yhwhsdaughter]

pairing: trevor belmont x fem reader

content: forced vampirism, monster slaying, main character death, pining, angst, mention of animal death, usage of the word ‘assault’ to refer vampires feeding on reader

- this was meant as platonic soulmates but it can be seen as romantic too

“It hurts…”

Feet dragging across the rocky ground, you heard screeches of pain from behind, though they soon diminished. You could only focus on the pulsing sensation at the side of your neck; it was like fire rushing through your veins.

Preoccupied with your agony, Belmont was able to sneak up. He raised his whip, ready to kill off the last of the creatures when you suddenly turned, and with glossy eyes you said, “Help me…”

The whip managed to leave a thin horizontal line across your cheek as he pulled back, causing blood to drip out slowly. Now illuminated by the moon, Belmont saw the damage on you. Skin exposed by the ripped clothes showed multiple bite marks. Blood stained the corner of your lips.

She’s been infected..

Belmont didn’t see a monster but a scared woman who’d just been assaulted by vampires. He knew what she’d turn into, but he couldn’t kill her… not when she looked at him like this. Sunrise was approaching so he had to act fast.

Draping his cloak onto your form, Belmont proceeded to carry you into the nearest building, which so happened to be where the carnage had occurred. Upon recognizing the place, you began to panic, shaking and looking at him with distrust. “You’re safe. I killed every last of those bloodsuckers.”

The two of you stayed like that for a while, in that shitty stinking room. Eventually tiredness overcame your senses; Belmont felt weight settle on his shoulder. He wonder how a vampire could look so innocent whilst sleeping.

“Hungry…”

You felt parched; it felt like your throat had dried up, barely able to utter a word.

“I know.”

A rabbit was placed in front of you. Blinking at it, you directed a confused glance at the man. “I’m—this is.. for me?” He nodded. Taking the animal with traces of disgust, you raised it to your mouth. Blood gushed into your mouth; feeding made a horrible slurping that would certainly haunt you but there was relief amongst those troubling feelings.

You gulped every last drop, draining the poor creature of its life. Still, your hunger and thirst weren’t satiated. Biting your lip, you pondered on the next move. Because this man had saved you, daring to kill him or even feed off him seemed… rude. Not to mention, he seemed way stronger than you in terms of experience. Prior to this, you were a regular citizen. Maybe you could run away?

“Here.”

Trevor could see your turmoil. Most vampires needed to drain at least one human every time they fed—if they were being generous. They could survive weeks without blood but it made them weaker. Besides, it was older vampires who had this kind of self control. Newborns tended to be more unstable.

“Just take it before I change my mind.”

You did as told, though you were still unsure. Hesitating, you licked your lips before nearing towards the vein on his wrist.

Trevor let out a grunt when your fangs pierced him. Although you tried to be gentle, it was an uncomfortable feeling nonetheless. As he became lightheaded and you full, the mouth that was attached to his wrist removed itself with a ‘pop’.

After making sure he was alright, you asked for his name. “Trevor. Trevor Belmont.”

“Oh..”

“……”

“Oh! I’m (Name) (Surname).”

─── ☾☼☽ ───

“It’s dangerous.”

“I still-still want to go!”

The last remnants of sun were gone. Ever since your first encounter with the rugged monster hunter, you refused to part from him, following the latter like a lost puppy.

“I’m not much of a fighter.. b-but watch this!”

On cue, you punched the nearest tree, cracking it and making a sizable hole. You looked back proudly towards Trevor; except when you tried to pull your hand out, you were having difficulty.

“Ah. It’s stuck.”

Trevor couldn’t help but chuckle, walking away, clearly amused with your display of power. You pulled harder, “Hold on! Don’t leave me alone! It’s scary..” you muttered the last part while chasing after him. Despite being a creature of the night, the world and its evils still frightened you.

At the sound of a branch snapping, you yelped, grabbing a piece of Trevor’s cloak for security.

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to Belmont when you punched a head clean off, practically decapitating one of the attackers. He might have been seriously injured if you had not intervened.

“Trevor.”

Gazing at you under the moonlight, he saw the hunger in your eyes as you held a man whom was still alive but struggling. His neck was exposed. Even so, you waited.

The Belmont turned away, giving you privacy to feed.

He knew that by allowing you to live, you would continue to take blood from others. Normally he wouldn’t feel soft towards a monster but whenever he thought of you, it was different.

His guilt was lessened when you drank from scum. Before putting the lives of innocents in danger, he would offer his own.

“Are you done?”

The corpse of the man was dropped unceremoniously as you joined Trevor, a light skip to your step.

─── ☾☼☽ ───

Despite adopting a nighttime lifestyle, Trevor was still human and had to conduct business during daylight hours.

He’d left your lodgings, which was an abandoned cottage, for a while. Nobody really passed through there anyway, so he thought you were safe. Worst came to worse, you could handle yourself. But as your self proclaimed protector, Trevor felt uneasy leaving you alone.

Maybe he should’ve listened to his gut because when he arrived, the door was wide open with dirty footprints leading in all the way to your coffin.

Two men had opened it—staring at the peaceful expression on your face, unaware that they were here to end you. To them it was obvious what you were. Even with that frilly white dress that made you look somewhat angelic, they couldn’t be fooled. As they raised their weapons to strike, Trevor used his whip. His sudden entrance startled them but it gave you the chance to wake up.

Eyes snapping open, you jumped onto the other man, taking both of you to the ground. His screams echoed shortly as you tore into his throat. The remaining one had no chance; Trevor left the room, closing the door on his way out, killing the light that entered and cutting off the way to escape.

Left alone with your prey, a smile crept up your face.

When you opened the door again, the dress which decorated your body was now stained red. There was hardly a clean piece on the material. Even so, you greeted Trevor with a hug.

“Trevor..”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“M-me too..”

─── ☾☼☽ ───

Forty years passed in the blink of an eye.

“You should retire.”

“Belmonts don’t retire. The only rest they get is when they’re dead.”

“Well I don’t want you to die.”

“I have to, someday.”

“No you don’t.”

It’s been like this for the past few years; Trevor was sixty now. His body didn’t look that of an aging man, but the expression on his face did. He’d seen too much and as time passed, it was harder to fight monsters by himself.

Of course you’d noticed that and suggested turning him. It was an ongoing discussion; Trevor didn’t fancy the idea of living an eternal life but the thought of leaving this earth without you was disheartening. He didn’t say it but the situation tore him apart.

There was also the fact that he was too old for you; forty years to be exact. You’d maintained your youth, looking lovely as ever. His doubts were shot down when you immediately said that you didn’t care about that.

“I just want you.”

He always kept pushing the conversation away and you were patient. Trevor supposed that you could’ve taken him by force if you wanted and when he inquired, you told him it would be like violating him, robbing him of the choice you were never given.

As understanding as you were; the time would come for him to decide and confront you about it.

That time was now.

He should have been more careful, but there was nothing to be done about it now. Trevor watched as the sun slowly descended. Would you make it here before he passed? Would he die without seeing you one last time?

When you woke night had already fallen. Trevor wasn’t home; he’d been late plenty of times before but this occasion felt different.

Upon stepping outside, the smell of blood hit you. It reeked, staining the very air. You immediately recognized the source—how could you not? You’d fed from Trevor countless times.

Rushing in that direction, you prayed to whatever entity was listening to keep Trevor safe. The world and its gods could condemn you, but not him.

Not him.

You found him sprawled on a big rock, a creature hovering over his crumpled figure. Without thinking, you tore it to pieces. Blood rained as his mangled body flew to various parts of the forest.

“Trevor!!!”

He let out a groan, which would’ve made you sigh in relief but his visible injuries proved otherwise. You were no doctor and even if you could carry him into town, it would be too late. There was no other option. If you didn’t do anything, you might lose him.

“Trevor. Let me do it.”

Still conscious enough to reply, “I don’t want to become—”

“A monster?”

“I cannot become what I sought to destroy..”

Tears escaped your eyes, blurring the image of the person whom you treasure most. “Please.. please please please..! Don’t leave me alone!”

You begged, knowing it was unfair to pressure him in such way but you couldn’t bare the thought of existing if he wasn’t present. He was your salvation, your companion…your world. And yet, he was being robbed from you.

So soon… It’s too soon!

You always imagined Trevor living well into old age, spending the remainder of his life with you, being happy. He was destined to die peacefully, not like this. Not in this shitty place, by the hands of a shitty monster!

“I can’t. I’m sorry..”

Grabbing his hands, you lowered your forehead on them, crying your heart out. It was unfair. Life was unfair.

“Kiss me.”

Despite the pain that he was in, Trevor found it in himself to smile. For you. “Kiss me one last time.” Tears dropped slowly as you heard him. Shaking your head; you couldn’t kill him.

“I want it to be you..”

His words struck a chord.

Lifting him by the neck in a gentle manner, you pushed the collar of his shirt aside, exposing his carotid. As you bit into his familiar skin once more, your other hand caressed him, trying to make this goodbye as painless as possible.

With every sip you took, tears fell down.

I love you! I love you! I love you!

His warm hand turned cold.

You held him in your arms like he once did to you, with the outmost care, with the love he deserved.

Since Trevor didn’t say where he wanted his body to be buried, you chose the nicest spot. It was a secluded place where it wouldn’t be dug up by animals or people—but not so hidden either.

Whilst cleaning the blood that covered his body and face, you found a piece of cloth with writing on it. Staring at it, you recognized the Belmont insignia. Turning the material, you managed to read the words…

Take this. Go to Alucard.

Trevor must’ve written that in his final moments; probably in case he didn’t make it before you arrived. The letters were sloppy because of the blood but you could read it well.

Clutching it to your chest, you sobbed until the light of day began to burn. For a moment you wished to stay there and disappear. Perhaps you could join Trevor.

Together even in death..

─── ☾☼☽ ───

The journey was rather long.

Looming in all its glory, Castle Dracula. You looked at the last piece of your beloved, holding it tighter in your hand.

“Okay. Let’s meet this Alucard.”

[its-me-im-coraline]

Amalfi Nights // Victoria De Angelis

words // 2766, SHOCK!

warnings // smut, pretty vanilla, softdom!vic, servicetop!vic, praise, kind of fluffy smut

pairing // Victoria De Angelis x F!Reader author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. as far as i gathered the request was about female reader so i did that, i can def change it to gn pronouns but unfortunately don't know how exactly i can make detailed smut entirely gn so i am sorry for that. anyways, i hope you enjoyed it, my smut skills feel rusty but it was nice writing some smut again

request // yes, here

summary // Reader and Victoria are for vacantion in Amalfi. After a candle-lit dinner at the restaurant, after a long day of swimming and sumbathing, Victoria just wants to show you her love.

(i forgot i changed the setting)

It was not unusual for the bassist to overwork herself. Sometimes she did not even realise what she was doing, she just worked mechanically writing, playing… She would ignore everyone and everything that was not her job, as if in some kind of tance that only allowed her to focus on one and only one thing.

The one that was truly affected by that - other than her of course - was her wonderful lover. Y/N had the patience of a saint, in the words of Damiano, being the only one truly able to deal with Victoria’s stubbornness. Some would call it patience, others call it tolerance, others name it thriftiness, Y/N simply calls it love. There was a lot of love targeted at the blonde woman, a love that made her lover unable to just let her push herself to the limit, no matter what she did.

As the ‘thrifty’ characterization indicates, Y/N almost always -with the exception of very few occasions when Victoria had some pretty compelling arguments- found a way to pull her out of that. Usually it was the plain promise of cuddles and kisses, maybe even sex would lure her out of her tiring working cycle, but this time nothing seemed to work. Y/N had to be really inventive this time and luckily it was something possible.

The plan went as such: a vacation at Amalfi, just for a weekend. You just put Victoria in the car and go. Nothing can go wrong. It seemed like a fool-proof plan, and truly it was. It happened to be fairly easy to convince Vic to get in the car. “Just get in or I’ll spend the weekend in Amalfi alone, no phone calls, no pictures. Nothing.” As always, compelling.

It seemed to be the girl’s weakness; Y/N. By the simple threat of not seeing her lover for a weekend, not getting any of the beautiful photos she was sure there would be, Victoria was ready to even teleport to the coast if possible.

Trouble started one Victoria sat herself in that car. From the first moment, when she opened the door, her insatiability was clear. “How long does it take to get there?” “Are we there yet?” “How much longer until we are there?” “When will we stop?” “Let me drive.” “I don’t even need the break.” This is how the entire three and a half hour trip went, with Victoria whining, complaining and asking to drive. It was worse than having a five year old but Y/N would never have it any other way.

Arriving there was a breath of fresh air. The blonde finally stopped asking questions and talking and her partner got the chance to enjoy some peace. It was truly beautiful. The sea, the mountains, the houses and even the hidden buildings, it seemed like out of a fairy tale, Y/N wasting no time expressing that thought. Victoria, being a few meters away, basking in the scenery, responded swiftly by walking back to her lover, leaving kisses up her face. “It’s only so beautiful because I have you here.”

Oh that sweet talk of hers, enough to make anyone melt, melt to their knees and beg for her love. Y/N felt helpless around her girlfriend, not in a bad way, although it could certainly be dangerous, but in a way of… being drunk, drunk in love, drunk by her beauty, by her personality. It was never about her looks and always about how Victoria could always lift the girl off her feet with only her words. She’d feel like she’s floating every time they are together, floating in the most beautiful dream.

The day passed by smoothly, the pair spending it under the sun and into the sea, they only stopped when the sun seemed to be setting. She might have not known how to show it exactly but Victoria was extremely thankful for the partner she had, knowing the lengths the other woman would go for her. She thought of the best way to show her just that, maybe with some dinner, the atmosphere was utterly romantic; the Amalfi coast, sunset hour was nearing, she had her lover right there, and all the means to show her how she felt. So she moved on with the plan.

After arriving in the hotel, Vic rushed to get herself ready first, hoarding the bathroom, winning herself enough time to set up the dinner.

“I’ll be showering now,” called Y/N, “might take a while, I think I burned my shoulders a bit…”

“Don’t forget to get ready while you’re there. We need to be ready the soonest possible if we want to explore!”

Her girlfriend hummed in response, Victoria having an inner dance party -and feeling bad for it- before going down the lobby to arrange everything with the hotel. From Y/N’s favorite food, to her favorite wine and even favourite flowers, everything was set to perfection. It was done surprisingly fast, the blonde woman taking an active role in it, realising how last minute it was. By the time Y/N was showered, dressed and ‘fancied up’ her girlfriend had everything but the food set. But it was not of the utmost importance, knowing that they could wait for it a bit.

“Hey, babe, I’m dr- essed… What did you do?” She smiled, mesmerized by the view in front of her. The balcony of their hotel room was set like a dream. Flowers on the table, two glasses for wine and said wine next to the table. She wasn’t sure how to react to such action.

“I only wanted to thank you, amore. You do so much for me, caring for me, baring my stubbornness. For fuck’s sake you brought me here cause I’m over worked,” she breathed out the last few words, unable to speak properly before moving to her girlfriend to kiss her.

“I simply love you,” Victoria whispered against Y/N’s lips, moving her to her chair before occupying her own.

The whole dinner revolved around the two just exchanging glances and flirty words. “You're hot, delicious, you look scrumptious,” one of them would say, a hungry look on her face, the other blushing, almost jumping from her chair. It was torture to just sit so close yet so far away from each other.

“Just move closer to me, dolcessa,” breathed out Victoria, signaling for the other girl to move her chair closer. Y/N did not hesitate to obey her girlfriend’s suggestion, quickly shuffling herself next to Victoria.

“Bravo ragazza. You obey very well, amore.” If it had been possible for Y/N to keep any sinful thoughts at bay before everything went out the window immediately as the blonde opened her mouth. “It will be extremely useful after dinner is over. Mhm,” she paused, leaving kisses on her girlfriend’s neck, “I am thinking, second course?”

Everything after that moment was a blur. The pair did not even get the chance to finish their dinner before Victoria had dragged her lover inside the room and pinned her right next to the window. Her kisses were hot and sloppy but Y/N would be lying if she said she’s complaining. If anything this moment is all she’s been waiting for today. The blonde never stopped her ‘attack’, moving closer and closer to Y/N’s sweet spot, assaulting the spot with the lips, her teeth and her tongue, taking special care of it.

Her trail only lowered as she kept on kissing and leaving marks all over, hands on her partner’s waist, lips on the swell of her chest. “You know this shirt drives me crazy, dolcezza! Of course you do. That’s why you wore it, huh?” Y/N couldn’t speak, all ability to form words and sounds was taken away by her lover. “Speak to me amore, this isn’t the time to be naughty.”

“That’s why I wore it,” responded the helpless girl, slowly being undressed by her lover.

“Well, it’s a shame it’s going away, no?” And with that the shirt was removed entirely, leaving Y/N’s chest almost fully exposed to Victoria, her action did not waver, though. She kept her direction to the girl’s bottoms, kissing above the top of her pants before throwing a questioning look up. Y/N only nodded eagerly, giving Victoria the permission she needed to presume her actions, removing the pants without much thought or effort.

“It is not fair, Vic,” whined Y/N, eyes semi closed with the pleasure the other girl’s feathery touch around her body provided, “you are overdressed.”

“You’re right, puppy,” she responded, swiftly getting up, dropping a kiss and seductively moving towards the bed. “Why don’t you come and return the favor? I got so tired undressing you, now you’ll have to it for me,” she taunted, smirking evidently as she held her self up by her arms, legs semi open on the bed, eyes eye-fucking her lover already.

A little bit of encouragement was all Y/N to get a little confidence and take the lead a bit. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” she whispered in Victoria's ear and started copying her girlfriend’s previous actions.

Her hands were going everywhere, unsure of where to stay or whether they should stay still. Eventually they moved under her shirt, massaging her chest there, emitting a series of moans to leave Victoria’s mouth. “Too much fabric,” she mumbled on Vic’s skin, opting to remove said fabric, making all access so much easier and revealing the beautiful lingerie underneath.

“So pretty you are Victoria. What a beauty. I got lucky, now, didn’t I?” The focus shifted on the woman’s chest. Her nipples were poking through the bra, doing very little to cover anything, but the goal was never to hide.

“Work on my boobs, baby, go on,” encouraged Victoria after noticing Y/N’s hyperfixation on said body parts. “I know you love it.”

No thought occurred before the last girl did as told. Lips left kisses and marks all over Victoria’s chest, paying special attention to the line above her bra. Her hands moved swiftly behind Vic’s back, unclasping her bra, removing it and moving to attack her nipples. They were perky due to the breeze entering the room through the open balcony door but also from the arousal. Y/N loved to love them, always one of her favorite things to do in bed. She loved to suck on them, to kiss them, even lick around them or pop her in and out her mouth like cherries.

Y/N was not the only one to enjoy the attention she gave them. Victoria would be lying if she said she did not get wetter and wetter whenever her partner gave her nipples so much love. It was possibly the hottest view, to look at her from above, gazes aligned, such delicious noises released by both lovers; wet sounds and moans. The whole scene was beautifully pornographic, straight out of a movie, so theatrical but genuinely felt.

The lower girl decided on the next move without a warning, slowly moving her hand to move under Vic’s fancy shorts. The discovery there made her insane, and only then did she really get sure that her girlfriend had planned for this to happen. The lingerie set seemed complete, not that it mattered that much anymore, the panties got most likely slightly ruined by just how wet Victoria was. No prep was needed, not much effort at all, she was entirely ready for anything, a fact that made Y/N feel proud of her work so far. Without a word, one of her fingers started pumping in and out of the blonde. Such a wonderful scene, the delicious movements of them both, the divine moans the blonde let out… It was a plain dream that neither of them wanted to get out of. Everything just felt perfect, like an all time high, and maybe it was just that, a high, one that both found themselves in quite often.

“This,” began Victoria, struggling to speak between her moans and thrusts on Y/N’s fingers, “was supposed to be a thank you from me to you, cucciola. Agh,” she struggled again, the pleasure just being too much, fingers deep inside her with constant friction on her clit.

“Stop, oh my, stop, amore. I want your mouth,” she all but screamed, rushing to unbutton and remove her shorts, all but ripping her panties off. Y/N simply shuffled to her knees in front of the bed, settling between Vic’s open legs and diving right in.

Not taking almost any time to breathe in between, just kissing her clit and ramming her fingers in and out of Victoria as her hands rested on her lover’s head, pushing her closer every time a wave of pleasure took over her. Her tongue was everywhere, the one moment lapping over Vic’s clit and the next one assisting her fingers inside the blonde. The whole ordeal had her pulsing and shaking underneath Y/N resulting in her cumming all over the girl's face with no warning.

“That was so hot,” giggled Y/N, getting up to leave kisses all over Vic’s face, absolutely adoring the whole fucked out expression she held. “I want to do it again,” she continued, just like a kid in a candy store, eyes gleaming with excitement.

“No, no, puppy! You were so good to me, but now it’s your time. You deserve to be loved.” It was all mumbled, but her tone was always authoritative.

“Just move to the bed, love.” With that Y/N did as told, moving onto the bed and spreading her legs, just like Victoria liked. Her back was on the headboard, leaning there to be more comfortable, hands already touching her own chest in anticipation.

“Keep the bra, cucciola, but I think the panties need to go… Mhm, not that I don’t like them, but they get in the way. Can you remove them for me?” It was not really a question but her lover still gave a small yes as a response. “I feel like you deserve a very good reward, puppy, don’t you agree?”

Y/N was sitting there in awe and staring at her partner, maybe a little worried by the toy or maybe just excited for the up and coming event. Giving pleasure to Victoria had only made her more hot and bothered, unable to wait for the said blonde to act.

And she acted, swiftly removing the black lace panties her enamoured bottom was wearing after she left kisses all around the line of them. It’s that moment she saw the effect she gained over the girl for the night; her panties were absolutely soaked, in a lot of spots not being able to distinguish skin from the fabric of the undergarment, making her salivate at the sight, opting to kiss her wet pussy over and over, stimulating her before working her magic.

Victoria started off slow, a very rhythmic tempo but tortuous at the same time. She went from one finger to two and three and then added her mouth into the mix, hiding herself between her favorite girl’s thighs, getting lost in the taste and the noise.

“You are doing so good, my love, taking my fingers so well, mhm, such a good girl.” The praise never stopped, only encouraging more and more sinful noises to leave Y/N’s lips, the same ones that were parted the whole time, swollen and begging to be kissed. Victoria did not hesitate to do exactly that, allowing Y/N to taste her juices, the kiss doing little to conceal the confirmation of pleasure.

As Vic’s pace quickened, Y/N was struggling to keep it together, falling apart in the blonde’s hands, cummiing with a loud moan and a series of curses as she was left there, in bliss; in afterglow. “Be a doll and drink this, precious,” whispered Victoria, giving some water to the girl, before following her own advice and doing the same. After, she moved to the hotel room bathroom, quickly finding a small towel to wet with warm water and clean both of them up.

By the time she walked back in the bedroom Y/N was practically asleep on the bed, sprawled out, just as she was left, as soft breaths left her. Victoria smiled at herself, proceeding with cleaning her girlfriend up before leaving a kiss on her forehead and getting in the bed, following suit and falling asleep.

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what do u think would be the most risqué/dirty thing the evans would do/enjoy?

The Dirtiest Thing That The Evans Are Into

FIRST OF ALL, THANK YOU FOR 150 FOLLOWERS🥳😭 I’ve only been writing a month, I don’t deserve y’all🥰😌 I get so many amazing requests, I’m truely sorry that it takes me so so long to do them, I want to do all of your ideas justice! I promise I will do them all just please be patient with me🥺

I hope you enjoy this, I got definitely carried away lol

Tate

-Definitely be up for butt stuff

-You or him

-I think it would start as a finger up his booty while you suck his dick but I think eventually he would totally be up for you to put your little vibrator up him, or put a butt plug in his ass while he fucks you

-He would also be super up for mild exhibitionism

-Drive to the beach and have sex in the car

-He’d love 69

-He’d recommend porn to you

-The biggest punishment for him would be you sat, watching porn and masturbating, and him having to watch

-He’d be aching to touch you

Kit

Kyle

-I’ve had this idea in my head for a while, where Kit ties you up and plays with your boobs

-I’m not sure whether this would be your punishment or a treat for him but either works

-He tie you up and blindfold you and then kiss your boobs everywhere

-Leave loads of hickeys

-Suck your nipples until you can barely feel them, going back and forth

-Hand on one boob, mouth on the other, then swap, then swap again

-He’d get some ice cubes in his mouth and swirl them around so his tongue and lips are cold

-Then he’d put some nipple clamps on you (but only if you insisted that it’s okay, because he’s not particularly into harder stuff like this)

-He’d tug on it a little, and then pull it off, not realizing how intense this feels

-He’d feel bad and immediately put his ice cold mouth on them to soothe them

-Then he’d oil you up completely, head to toe

-Especially your boobs

-He’d fuck them, not quite sure how to do it, but he’d figure it out

-You’d willingly open your mouth to swallow but he’d prefer to cum on your boobs

-Then you’d go for a shower together

-Since you’re nice and clean, he’d suggest oiling you up again

-The cycle would anew

Franken Kyle

-Kyle would be most willing to mess around with the positions

-I think he’d be up for a blowie in the shower, but not much more adventurous places than that

-But that doesn’t in any way mean he’s boring

-You’d try a couple different positions in one session

-Maybe 69, whoever cums first loses

-Winner gets to go on top

-Loser has to wait until the winner cums

-Winner has to give the loser permission to cum before they do

-You’d watch porn together and masturbate together

-Maybe try to do whatever the couple in the video is doing, switching positions when they switch positions

-Into edging, he’d want you to slowly and sensually suck him off and keep stopping when he’s close, so that the session can last a long time

-He’d also want to eat your pussy while you do something else, like watch Netflix or sit on your phone

-Just so he can spend ages between your legs

-In return you’d sit and suck him off for an hour while he plays Fifa

Jimmy

-Sex with him would be weird and intense, because he wouldn’t know what ‘normal’ sex is meant to look like

-He’d go super rough and even after he cums, he’d keep going

-He’d grunt really loud and wouldn’t moan or swear, because he didn’t know that’s what you’re ‘meant’ to do

-He’d just completely relax and let any noises come out

-At the beginning of his recovery, when he got horny and didn’t fully understand what was happening, he’d just hump things

-If you cuddled and he got a boner he would grind against your ass until he came his pants

-You’d help him and straddle him occasionally and grind on him

-Then one day you show him how to jack off

-Bad mistake

-Suddenly he wants to do it anywhere

-In the middle of a restaurant he starts palming himself through his underwear and will not stop no matter how much you tell him it’s inappropriate

-So the next best thing you can do is take him to the bathroom and get on your knees for him

-The only problem being, as I mentioned before, he doesn’t realize how loud he is

-But because he’s like a puppy in his Franken state, he only understands behavior

-All he understands is that if he palms himself through his underwear in public: he gets a sucky

-So he does it all the time

-But you don’t complain

James

-I think one of his biggest fantasies would be anal

-I think he’d love how it felt

-He’d love it when you wear buttplugs, but he would never want to have anything up his own ass

-He also would love to tease you all day in public, and then get home and fuck you all night

-Even though he would pretend he doesn’t like it, he’d adore if you teased him all day

-Whisper dirty things in his ear, shake your ass for him, and then go to your caravan and act like you never did anything

-I think he’d want to fuck you outside in the field at night

-So it’s totally in public, but everybody is asleep in their tents so nobody notices

-He’d love to get drunk and have messy sex

-I think he’d love to spank you at least once

-If you were super into it, it would become a thing

-If you were naughty, he would spank you

-We also know he’s into food

-I think he’d like to lick chocolate or whipped cream off you

-You’d drizzle chocolate on his cock and then suck it all off

Kai

-What wouldn’t he be into?

-Exhibitionism definitely

- “Darling, one more dirty comment like that in my ear, and Daddy just might have to bend you over this table and punish you in front of everybody, we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

- “Who said I don’t want that?”

-The only thing he wouldn’t be up for at all is a threesome

-He’d love it if you put a plug in or a remote control vibrator and went out to a fancy dinner with him

-For the duration of an hour, he’d be slowly turning the vibrator higher and higher, and then if you got too close or a little too loud, he’d turn it off completely

-Then after a few minutes for the high to settle down, he’d turn it on low again

-It’s also well established that he has a corruption kink

-So he’d love to tie you up and fuck you over and over again until you’re a complete dirty mess

-I want to say he’d put a vibrator in you and leave you there, but I don’t think he would want you to be overstimulated with a toy

-Only he can give you orgasms

-He’d only use a vibrator if he can stop it last minute and make you actually cum himself

-If he found out you masturbated without him, he’d be furious

-He’d throw you dildo/ vibrator away and punish you with chastity

-But after like three days, he’d get sick of it and he’d get you to suck his dick all the time

-You’d happily do it, but you’d get way too turned on from it, so you’d beg him to do something to you, so he would spank you or belt you

-He’s literally into anything

-As long as you remain sweet

-Super into rope and bondage

-I think the most intense thing he’d do, is share you

-He’d tie you up like a rope bunny and put a gag in your mouth, then leave you in the basement for a bit for you to just sit and wonder what’s going to happen to you

-He’d come downstairs with Samuels and Harrison

- “I want to teach the boys how to please a woman, I’m going to use you as my training dummy, I know you won’t mind”

-You’d be shocked and wriggle around but everything you did, even if it was bad, Kai would make it sound like it’s good

- “She’s shaking in anticipation”

-Samuels would fuck you and Kai would sit and watch closely, not caring about him, only caring about you

-He’d occasionally turn your head to look at Samuels not him

- “Kai is it okay if I cum in her?”

- “You want Samuels to fill your dirty pussy with his cum?”

- You’d try to scream but the gag would stop you, so you’d be left making loud intelligible noises and shake your head

-But Kai would twist it

- “She’s moaning, she’s practically begging you to fill her up”

-He might even encourage Harrison and Samuels to try double penetration on you

-You’d be hesitant but they’d do it and you’d be super into it, making Kai mad

-When they leave, he’d fuck you all night long, making sure you’re enjoying sex with him more than you did with them

- “Who can fuck this pussy better? Those clowns, or your Divine Ruler?”

-Again, it didn’t matter what you said with the gag in your mouth stopping you, so he’d hear what he wants to hear

- “That’s what I thought, slut”

-He’d belt or whip you afterwards and make you say thank you after every one

- “Thank you for using me, Divine Ruler”

- “I’m grateful to be your cum whore”

- “It’s an honor to be used by you”

-He’d make sure the next cult meeting you’re wearing something revealing, so that everybody knows he whipped you good

-Marking his territory

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-also Kai likes piss

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"Head Game" part 1 Zuko X Reader Smut Hcs

Warnings: complete filth. Zukos first blowjob at like 20, poor guy.

Requested: yes! By many beautiful, horny anons.

A/n: as always, Reader is assumed as a WOC. Though, everyone can read it, as its left a bit vague. My requests are always open!

[Part 2 found here!]

Zuko was having a really, really hard day.

Years had gone by as a king, and yet he felt less equipped the longer the title was held to his name,

Meetings became white noise, training because a dull pastime. There was no adventure left in life,

That's why he started the arrangement between you two...

You, a representative of a small city in the fire kingdom, and most importantly, his good friend.

A good friend who shot him the most dirty, lust filled looks at any given chance

He definitely shot some back too.

The touches you shared were getting longer, hugs a bit tighter,

You started to kiss his cheek, staining his skin a dark red. A memory of where your lips were.

He had a wet dream about you,

Lipstick still painting his skin

Zuko was fucking confused. Sure, the pair had flirted playfully, maybe he had placed his hand on your thigh one or two times, but no one had spoken about it.

The picture of your head bobbing, unholy moans from your lips on his-

It was wrong. Really, really wrong.

For the next week, Zuko avoided you at all costs.

If course you noticed the fire lord ignoring you clearly calling his name down the hall.

Had you miss stepped? Maybe he had a girlfriend and you had gone too far?

The week after that, you decided enough was enough. You had to know.

After a meeting, you asked to speak alone with Zuko

Zuko was freaking out.

He had three more dreams about you since the first. His only thought was how the fuck you found out about them. (This boy actually thought he was being so sly and smart with his avoidance)

"Do you hate me?" Your words came out far more desperate than you wanted. "I'm so sorry if I messed up. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable-"

"What?" Zuko was so confused, oh my god. Where the hell? What the hell were you talking about?"

"Well, you've been avoiding me, so I assumed that I was coming on too strongly and you don't..."

"Don't what?" Still confused Zuko can't imagine a girl liking him, even when shes flirted with him for years...

"This is already embarrassing, zuko, don't make me-"

"Tell me~" His voice changed, a bit more buttery, lower, sexy...

"I was worried I was too clear with my flirting, and you were disappointed? Disgusted? I don't know, honestly." You huffed.

There was a really, brutally long length of silence.

Zukos mind was going at full speed...all thise touches, all the small kisses that you gave no one else. You wanted the same thing he did...maybe. was it worth the risk?

The answer was yes.

"I think about you. I dream about you, even." Zuko forced himself to look up at you, who sat with your painted lips slightly parted. "My imagination went wild. I couldn't look at you without thinking of my...dreams."

"Oh."

"Well, I'm sure I can help with that-" you stood up, zuko quickly following. He didnt know what to do, so he just stood there, looking like a shook puppy.

"Tell me about your dreams, Zuko. Tell me how I made you feel."

Your hips pressed into his, lips inches away from his ear, hot breath sending shivers down his spine.

Zuko rested his hands on your hips, urging you so very softly to just come a bit closer. Maybe then his words wouldnt fair him.

"It's okay, Zuko. You can take your time." You hummed, placing a small kiss on the exposed skin if his neck. A perfect canvas to paint love marks.

After one or two, hickeys, you asked "is it okay if I keep going?" Followed by - "do you want this.

"More than anything-" "I dreamt that you

"Keep going-" you hummed, untying his pants as he spoke.

Zuko barely even breath. You so easily made him weak. So easily hard...painfully ficking hard as you palmed him though his boxers.

"You sucked my cock," Zukos voice was low, forcing himself to to whimper as you wrapped your fingers around his length.

You looked up into Zukos eyes, his yellow ones staring into your brown eyes with a desire you hadn't ever seen before. Lust beyond words.

The motions were quick...pushing his underwear down, his cock springing free from the cloth, spitting on his length as you used both hands to pump

Honestly you fought the urge to gasp, cause hot damn, he was packing

Your jaw was not gonna be okay after, holy shit

"What next, my king~" you purred, kitty licking his tip.

Zuko hummed under your touch, the way you talked to him was just pure filth, and he loved it.

"Can...can I touch your hair? I...i remember helping you take me in," for a man on the verge of being a puddle, his words were affirming and deep.

"You can pull my hair," this is how you knew you found Zuko attractive. Any other time you'd shamelessly swat the guys hand away. "Guide me."

His fingers intertwined with the hair near the nape of your neck a gentle motion to take him inside your mouth. Nothing too hard, just a bit of pain.

"Just like that-fuck" Zuko let out a strangled breath, shutting his eyes tight as you hollowed your cheeks around his cock.

It was slow, taking what seemed like minutes until you got as far as you could go, still quite a few inches left at his base. The muttered gagging sound as his length hit the back of your throat fully fucking aroused and confused Zuko

"Are you okay?" He choked out, moaning when you hummed a reply.

You bobbed your head at a decently slow pace, not wanting to overwhelm the king, who clearly hadn't gotten a blowjob before. Giving a soft pump from your right hand, just to give that extra amount of pleasure.

His eyes shot from how you sucked on his cock, lips pushing in and out, leaving a streak of red lipstick down his shaft, down to your exposed breasts. How did he not notice you unwrapping your blouse?

And how fucking soft your hair was in his hands, how you moaned around him if he pulled hard. Sometimes he just had to close his eyes for a few seconds, bathing himself from the moaning mess he had become. His free hand brushing through his messy hair,

"When I came," zuko muttered, licking his chapped lips. "You drank it all, licked your lips of the rest."

Your free hand came up to Zukos thigh, squeezing his skin softly as your own little reply.

Then you start going faster, hand moving to to caress his balls, and zuko comes undone.

"F-fuck, you're doing so good, fucK"

His grip on your hair became much tighter, his hands forcing you to go just a bit deeper, faster, harder. Then he looked into your eyes,

Looking up at him, eyes begging to drink up every drop he would spill into your mouth

Zuko was literally shaking, his hands coming down to your shoulders as he came, knees so close to giving out.

The deeper angle of him, plus the weight of zuko keeping himself upright purely by hanging onto you made you honestly think you might drown in cum

Not the worst way to die, but still.

You brought both of your hands to his hips, steadying him as he bucked his hips into you

It seemed like he was cumming for hours, an absolute mess, black hair draping down on his sweaty face.

Eventually, Zuko pushed himself up from his slumped form, running a hair through his locks, trying to play it cool

The sight of you was dirty and so, so beautiful. Lips plumped, curls springing out left and right from your hair, tears of arousal brimming at the corners of your eyes. Fuck. Fuck fuck.

"Enjoy yourself?" You managed to smile, voice weak and throat a bit sore. With the help of Zuko, his hands held yours to help you balance. The long time on your knees had certainly taken a bit of a toll.

"Fuck yes-" he sighed, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. Just as you did to him, he placed small kisses along your neck, up to your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. "You're so good. So beautiful."

"Can I return the favor...?" Zuko whispered, voice hoarse and raspy from the moans.

"Of course, my king." You replied, bringing your hands up to his hair, pulling slightly. "Let's recreate one of my dreams."

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

Baby, how do you sleep when you lie to me?

FRANCISCO ‘CATFISH’ MORALES and BEN MILLER x FEM!READER┃ TRIPLE FRONTIER.

❝ summary: Benny has flirted with another woman and now he has to bear with the consequences.

❝ words: about 2.8k.

❝ warnings: nsfw, polyamorous relationship, threesome, fingering, voyeurism, unprotected sex, language, mention of bodily fluids and I think that's all.

❝ a / n: you all can blame @chibsytelford for this because it was just a fantasy I had and she pushed me to write it because I can't refuse anything from her. I left the end open so, in case you enjoy it, I have more ideas for them.

Gif credits to the author.

You have given Ben the silent treatment since two days ago. Every Wednesday the guys and you go to a pub to share some beers and old stories and to play pool until late at night. But the younger Miller drank more alcohol than he should and started to flirt with a random chick, who was making him googly eyes since you all put a step in. Supposedly, nothing happened between both thanks to Will who stopped him —supposedly because you weren't there when that happened, as you asked Frankie to take you home; miffed and ashamed.

You have never doubted the polyamorous relationship the three of you are committed to: until that night. The thought of what could have happened if no one had separated them is killing you slowly. You love them both with your life, you can't live without them. But Ben doesn't deserve any kind of attention from you. The funny part is that he doesn't remember anything from that night and blames the beers he drank for his behavior. If he did it, he did it for a reason though.

You can't lie saying it's been easy for you to punish him. You miss him during nights when only Frankie warms you between his arms, feeling a little unprotected without Benny sleeping by your other side, even if he's in the next room. You've found yourself waking up in the middle of the night with a suffocating sensation burning within your chest, crying for the lack of his presence. And Catfish is starting to get tired of this situation.

“This has gotta end”.

The nervous movement of your knee, rising and falling, suddenly stops by the firm tone of his voice and the finger pointing out the distance between you and the boxer, both at opposite sides of the sofa. Since he has reunited the three of you in your living room five minutes away, Frankie has been walking from one side to another like a caged lion, trying to find a way to reconcile you.

“Kiss her”. The pilot demands, three steps away in front of you.

“Try to kiss me and I'll knock you down”. You quickly reply standing on your bare feet, frowning as you cross your arms on your chest.

Of course, the two men knew which would be your response, but Frankie is the one who knows how to break through your fortress when you're resentful. He walks towards you with no expression on his face, leaning forward to press his lips on yours. A soft touch as if he is asking you for permission to go ahead, although he doesn't need it. You are pretty aware of what he's trying, but you can't refuse when his charming tongue slides itself into your cavity to play with yours. You gulp an arousal gasp, feeling Benny's blue eyes —becoming darker at the view— firmly stuck on how much you enjoy Frankie's hands pawing and squeezing your buttocks while tasting the pair of lips he could die for.

You are too bewitched to notice the pilot beckoning him with a hand to come closer. Ben hesitates scratching his forearm with his head bowed down like a beaten puppy. Your indifference has caused him nightmares, pain and anguish. Yes, sex is amazing, but you're more than a girl to hook up. He needs you. He needs your hands to stitch him up after a fight. He needs your legs around him to feel like he's at home. He needs your chest to rest his forehead whenever he feels the world is falling around him. He needs your kisses to put him to sleep when insomnia takes over his brain. He needs your laugh to be happy.

You have been so assorted in your own thoughts that you haven't noticed the change until you hear Frankie's whispers in your ear encouraging Benny to touch you as his trembling fingers don't dare to do it. And now that you are feeling him this close again, you don't want to stop. You can't. The heat begins to concentrate beneath the cotton fabric of your panties, as his tongue invades your mouth and Frankie sticks his chest to your back.

“Tell him what you want”. He murmurs gripping your jawline using five of his fingers, while his free hand lands on his own growing bulge.

Ben trails a path of wet kisses to your neck, down to reach your collarbone. “I wa— want you inside me”.

“But he doesn't deserve it. Not yet”. Frankie claims, earning a whimper from his friend. “Take his hand, show him where you want it”.

Of course, he will not let the boxer have any pleasure from this round. He first has to fight for it —fight for you, after disrespecting your relationship. Because Catfish is upset with him too. Resting the back of your head on his shoulder as you grab Benny's right hand pinching one of your nipples over the dark shirt, you drag it slowly over your body. He can't help but nail his fingertips in your skin, need for your touch, desperate to feel something yours. The younger Miller swallows a knot stuck in his throat when the palm of his hand cups your heated and soaked cunt. You both moan inevitably when he gently rubs it, raising his dark ocean eyes towards yours, as Frankie peppers the top of your head with sweet kisses.

Ben doesn't wait for another signal to snake his long fingers to put your panties aside and cautiously traces the wet slit between your folds, hoping you don't pull him away at the last second. When he sees in your orbs how needed you are for him, understanding you're not going to stop him, Benny pushes softly his index finger into your center, well-aimed to your tight warm hole. You can't help but moan somewhat alleviated, placing your hands on his shoulders to find balance as your knees go weak at his touch. Frankie licking and biting the sweet spot under your ear, whilst massaging your breasts with his experienced digits, doesn't help either.

“Tell him why you are so damn tight, amor”. The pilot hums as soon as Ben's finger has reached your limits.

“I ha— haven't had sex… since Wedne— Wednesday's noon”. You whining almost brushing the younger lips with yours, so concerned that you can't stop your hips to swing looking for more friction against Frankie's hard cock pressed to your ass and over Ben's hand.

And, oh, now he already knows too why Frankie is controlling you and what he can do. And he feels more guilty now. He still can't believe he flirted with a woman who is not you and it's something that is going to chase him for the rest of his life. A life he doesn't want to live without you, nor without his friend.

“Can I put another one?” Ben almost beg, asking Frankie for permission, who continues enraptured on biting your neck with the clear intention of leaving some marks there.

“Uh-huh”. He just affirms.

Ben maneuvers inside your panties to flex his long finger to join the index one. Instantly, your hands grip the fabric of his t-shirt in two fists, strongly closing your eyelids as a pleased whine dies in your parted lips touching his. Saying that it feels so good would be insufficient. The three of you are used to have sex, at least, two times per day —some days, they're capable of overstimulating you to the point that you can't move a single inch of your anatomy. The pace of his thrusts become faster, as much as the limit of your panties lets him, in and out. He knows exactly how to curl and swirl his fingers to push your g-spot, to give you the pleasure you deserve, to make you feel desired. Frankie is the best at eating you out, as his experienced tongue can make you cum in less than a minute. But Ben is the one who knows how to use his trained hands to put you to beg for more, and more, and more.

“Amor, I need to fuck you”. The pilot hisses frustrated onto your ear, before biting and sucking your earlobe. And you are conscious of how he's going to punish the other.

Making him look without being allowed to not even touch himself.

Ben pulls his hand away causing you to grunt disappointed, so Frankie can walk you to the sofa.

“Don't you dare to taste her”. He says then pointing at the blonde, signaling the wet fingers in your juices until he cleans them in his own t-shirt. Catfish knows how much Ben loves to suck them clean, but it's part of his punishment. So he will learn to not disrespect you again.

Removing the only two pieces of clothing that cover your body, you put on four over the sofa keeping eye-contact with the younger, whilst hearing the pilot undoing the belt and the zip that keep his jeans on. Frankie positions himself behind you with a leg kneel on the sofa and the other stand on the floor. At the same time, Benny sits over the armrest, close enough at least to be able to kiss you. He needs something from you. And he'll conform with it.

Usually, Frankie loves to take his time worshipping you —slowly, meticulously— but he can't wait right now to slam his hard dick into your soaked cunt, crashing his pelvis against your buttocks. You cry out on Ben's lips, as the older is still pushing your limits as much as he can with both hands nailed strongly in your hips, almost hurting you.

“Tell me how it feels, baby”. Ben requests huskily, gripping your whole neck with all his fingers.

“Oh, god…” You breathe through your nose, causing your stomach to contract itself because of the lack of air in your lungs. “Frankie feels so good… He's too thick, Benny… He fi— fills me so good…”

“Yeah?”

“Yes…” You try to nod with your chin, as he continues balls deep inside you. “Please, Frankie… fuck me… I need you. I need you to fuck me hard”.

The way you beg him provokes Ben to clench his jaw. He loves that honeyed and painful tone of voice too, pleading him to be impaled by his length and he knows he will have to deal with this situation for some more time until you believe him —until you believe that he doesn't want any woman, but you.

“I'm gonna fuck your soul outta your body, amor”. He growls going back only leaving his glans inside you, before pounding you again with all his strength, enjoying how pissed Ben is watching you two right now, without even being allowed to jack himself off.

Frankie rocks his hips back and forth with an insane rhythm that doesn't let you recover from the hit to your g-spot when he's already pushing it to its limits. The boxer drinks your delighted gasps, not being capable of hearing you moaning Frankie you fuck me so fucking good, baby. He wants to hear his name too and the rage is consuming him by leaps and bounds. Ben always enjoys when Frankie pounds your pussy as you blow him, or vice-versa. There are other times when he's too tired and it's Frankie who worships your body with total adoration. There's no competition between them; but right now, after almost three days ignoring him, not feeling anything more than indifference, Ben is furiously needed.

But doesn't seem enough punishment for Frankie, who —not only haven't had sex since the last Wednesday— that has heard you all this time crying for Benny, believing he didn't love you or desire you anymore. Believing that he was just looking for an excuse to fly away from the two of you. And yes, you have pretty clear that if one of them decides to not continue, you will stay with the other one. You really love them both. Frankie tangles a hand in your hair, forcing you to sit up on your knees and arch your back so Ben has a better view of your naked and sweaty body being hardly fucked by him with no mercy, whilst he is just there. Watching. Feeling the painful pressure under the soft fabric of his grey sweatpants. Feeling that he could cum just of watching you being used to finding the most animal pleasure.

“Fuck, amor… you're so fuckin' tight”. Frankie hisses, placing his chin on your shoulder as his dark eyes are on the blue ones, rejoicing at how much Benny wants to leave right now and maybe hit his punching bag until destroying it. “So wet only for me… So warm you co—could set me on fire”.

Ben is aware that if he leaves now, everything will be worse. So he's doing his best to endure like a champion, biting the center of his bottom lip when Frankie tilts your head to trap your mouth and tuck his tongue into it. You feel like you're floating to the seventh heaven when he drags one of his huge hands down your torso to look for your throbbing clit, as your walls clench around his twitching dick. You're close, too close to falling above the edge.

“Please, Fra— Frankie, don't stop”. You whine against his lips, feeling some tickles because of his perfect mustache, breathing his own breath.

“You wanna cum, ah? That's what you want, baby girl?”

He can't hear your response due to the obscene and filthy dry sound his pelvis produces crashing against your flesh once and once. No mercy, rough like he has never been with you unless he has been out of town attending some kind of mission —so keen to fill your guts with his cream and mark a territory Ben isn't allowed to touch for now. Your moans become erratic, stepping on each other. Your voice is breaking with a high-pitched tone, not being able to handle it anymore. And your pettiness appears from nowhere, after what your heart has suffered. You cry out Frankie's full name with your crystal eyes, because of too much pleasure, glued to Ben's.

“Oh, fu— fuck, Francisco!”

Your vocals echo around the living room, whilst he continues going deeper and deeper. His pleased growls join yours, rolling your eyes to the back of your head when Frankie explodes inside you like an unbridled torrent, so warm that it feels like hell is concentrated in your soaked and filled cunt; abused after a short but an intense round of slams straight to the weakest spot of your anatomy.

Even so, he is still pressed against your limits, holding his still-hard dick between your wet folds whilst trying to recover your breaths. You can see Ben heavily gulping his saliva, keeping his hands away from the lump under his sweatpants. It hurts just looking at it, but these are the consequences. And he hasn't cheated you. He feels like he has done it though, and that's more painful than the erection claiming attention, or how only Frankie is allowed to touch you, to comfort you, to talk to you —to interact in any kind of way.

And now, Ben can leave to have a cold shower.

It's the third night you can't sleep. Although you're really tired, you can't find the point where your brain disconnects from the world. Curling your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around them, you put your eyes again in the stargazing above your head. The soft breeze, sitting on the grass of the backyard of your house, calms you somehow but not enough to husk the insecurities Ben has created you.

Lost in your thoughts, you don't notice Frankie's presence until he settles himself behind you, urging you with his forearms on your chest to lie back against his. Pressing his lips on top of your head with a tender kiss, he sighs slowly and quietly.

“Benny loves you. He really does. I'm not gonna defend him, I don't understand why he did it and I don't wanna think 'bout what could have happened. But he loves you”.

“I know, but… I feel like I'm not enough for him anymore. Like we aren't enough for him anymore”. You whisper resting your head under his chin, closing your eyelids and lacing your fingers with him, looking for some consolation. “Maybe love isn't enough for him and he doesn't feel attracted to me like he used to”.

“Bullshit, baby. Didn't you see how he was lookin' at you the whole time? Like a fuckin' starving dog, and not because he hasn't had sex in three days. But because he hasn't been touched by you in an eternity. He's been following you like a puppy all around this time, sleeping against the door of your room, begging you to forgive him”. Frankie doesn't want you to convince you about anything, but what he's saying are facts. “Take your time, okay? But don't be too harsh with him. Ben is still here, right? That's the answer to your questions”.

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noya’s girlfriend being insecure about herself around kiyoko and yachi (cause they are so damn cute) and noya finds out and tells her stuff like “you’re the best thing that has happened to me” and stuff

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you like it and if not please feel free to rerequest something else. I want to thank my friend @socialxcatastrophe for helping me write the ending when I got stuck. I hope you enjoy this and I once again apologize for taking so long to finish this request. 

Tags/Warnings: Suggestive content towards the end, thought of insecurities and self-doubt, a tad bit of arguing 

Word Count: 2.4k

Request are: Open 

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“Kiyoko! You look so gorgeous today my goddess!”

A sigh leaves your lips as you hear the voice of your boyfriend and his best friend bounce off the gym walls. Your eyes glance over to them, watching as Nishinoya and Tanaka make heart eyes at the other manger. Carefully, you set down the now filled water bottles next to the bench for the guys, just slightly regretting your choices of choosing to help the team out today. The squeaking of the boy’s shoes against the hardwood flooring of the gym ring your ears as Coach Ukai calls for them all to begin practice. You stand up just in time to see Noya pass you, not even giving you a second glance as he rushes onto the court like the ball of energy he is.

You have slowly gotten accustomed to Noya’s typically obliviousness to you whenever Kiyoko was around, her presence always seeming to overshine yours, even in your own boyfriend’s eyes. You’ve only been dating for a few months, and within those few months, you come to realize that there are only 2 important women in his life:

1. Kiyoko 

2. You

In that exact order

You weren’t sure if people on the team noticed the way he ignored your entire being but seeing the way Ennoshita or even Daichi would look at you when Noya would start on one of his Kiyoko tangents you think they did

You didn’t hate Kiyoko, no, not at all, you completely understood why the boys gush over here like she’s gorgeous, but for your boyfriend to not even compliment you in the way he does her it hurts.

“Y/n!”

Your headshot up as Noya’s voice rang in your ear, a smile crossing your face as he speaks your name. A hopeful part of you waiting to hear sweet praise or maybe even a simple ‘you’re looking good’ from him

“Can you toss me that ball?”

The moment the words leave his mouth, you almost want to burst right there, not out of anger, but sadness. Your chest aches as your glance over to the volleyball that had landed next to you, your smile not once fading as you go to pick up the light ball before Yachi quickly grabbed it looking furious.

“How dare you Noya! Y/N deserves to be treated as more than-”

Thunk

Your eyes grew wide as Yachi fell to the ground, her shoelaces pulling down her small feet.

“Ow, that really hurt!” She whimpered her now timid voice sent a shiver down the boy’s spine as they all stared directly at her.

A sigh left your mouth, your eyes rolling in annoyance...you knew exactly what would happen next.

Suddenly all the boys rushed to her side slowly pushing you further away as they leaned down to assist the now blushing Yachi. You were grateful that they helped her but a pinch of guilt bothered you again as you heard Noya and Tanaka whispering about how cute she looked as her face was lit up in embarrassment.

“Y/n?” Kiyoko’s soft voice begins, a gentle resting on your shoulder as you turn your head to meet the woman standing next to you, who you didn’t even notice was there, to begin with.

You hum in response, too scared to speak in case the tears that were slowly building behind your eyes decided to fall.

“He loves you,” She says simply, a soft smile resting on her face as she looks at you

You scoff, crossing your arms across your chest as you tilt your head down to face the floor, a lump growing in your throat. For a moment you think to reply to her ‘I think he loves you more’ or even ‘I doubt that’, but instead the words that leave your mouth are

“I know”

Did you believe the words you spoke? No, not one bit, but you didn’t want to have her worry for you or even speak to you any longer. Kiyoko simply nods at your repose, before silently walking away, back to the coaches as the boys continue on their practice game.

Yachi had gotten up now throwing the ball across the gym floor causing the boys to sprint after it like a pack of hungry wolves.

You realized a more accurate version of your list put you even further down:

Kiyoko

Yachi

You

Before the game even finishes you leave, not being able to watch your boyfriend play and always checking to make sure Kiyoko or the new manager Yachi were watching his epic ‘rolling thunder’ move. It felt weird to not walk home with Noya by your side, always jumping around and holding a popsicle tightly in his hand while the other held yours. The way he’d look at you with such love and adoration while you two laid together watching movies or even when you both would chill at the park always sent your heart racing, but lately, it seemed as if that look in his eyes were gone, maybe you were just being delirious, but you couldn’t help but think maybe he lost feelings. The only worst part of today was the fact that your 4-month anniversary was coming up soon, a small part of your mind wondering if you’d even be able to make it to the 4-month mark.

It was around 7 pm when you finally received a text from him, a simple

Where did you go?

You sighed, debating on telling him the truth or plain out lying. You hated lying to Noya but,  you also hate being too harsh on the truth. Your eyes close as you lay your head against the headboard of your bed, your shoulder relaxing into the soft pillows, before lifting the phone above your face and replying

I went home Yuu

The text to you sounded a bit more passive-aggressive than intended, as you reread over it after sending it. Within minutes there’s already a reply, a bit of your heart jumping at how quick he responded.

Oh, okay

A frown took place of the tiny smile that tried to show on your lips, your chest almost hurting at the comment. Without a reply, you threw your phone back onto your bed, watching as it bounces off the mattress and onto the floor below. A groan leaves your lips as you stare down at your phone, not even bothering to pick up the phone that was now lying face down. Your eyes glance at the clock, the red numbers of the clock showing 8:15 pm, the sun almost completely set, a gorgeous purple and orange sky shining into your room. You watch as a group of birds fly against the sky, the darkness of the birds looking almost like a painting against the sunset. Exhaustion from the long day at school and the stress from watching your boyfriend’s reactions at practice quickly began to catch up to you the more your body began to relax against your bed, your eyes slowly closing sleeping trying to overtake you.

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A soft knock against your bedroom door woke you, the door opening with a creak and filling the once darkened room with the light from the hallway.

“What is it?” You call out, your voice slightly hoarse from how dry your throat had become

There’s an eerie moment of silence, as your bedroom door closes and the floorboards began to creak as someone walks across the room. Your eyes open and try to adjust to the dark room, just in time to notice the person laying something down in your desk chair before making their way to your bed. Lifting a hand your rub your eyes, before you reach over to your nightstand and flipping on your lamp.

“Yuu?” You mumble, noticing the short figure that stood in front of you “What are you doing here?” 

“You didn’t answer my texts” He spoke, a hint of a pout in his voice as he comes to stand by your bed

You rub your eyes one last time before sitting up, the warm sheets slowly falling down your arms letting the cool air rush against your skin.

“You texted me?” You asked, not remembering ever getting a text from him or even hearing the little ringtone he chose himself

You lifted your arms up to stretch, before picking up your phone that laid on the nightstand, opening the bright screen to see a bunch of texts from him.

Are you okay? Daichi texted me telling me you looked upset before you left Y/n? You okay? y/n? I’m coming over

A sigh left your mouth as you set your phone back down, only this time laying it on the bed. You lifted your head, your eyes meeting for a split second before Nishinoya climbed onto your bed, sitting across from you.

“What’s up sunshine?” Nishnoya asks, his head tilting to the side like a curious puppy.

Your gaze moves from him as you shrug your shoulders, although you knew exactly what was wrong. Instinctively you went to the play with the edge of your blanket, trying to find a way to calm the anxiety creeping up in the back of your mind.

“Promise you won’t be mad?” You ask, not looking at him, embarrassed to tell him the truth.

“Of course not! I’d never be mad at you” He assures, one of his hands reaching out and grabbing yours, giving it a small squeeze before his eyes met yours

“Are you still- I mean do you still...like me?” The question bounced off your lips, the words fading into the silence of the dimly lit room.

Noya looked at you confused, his hand moving to tuck your hair behind your ear.

“I’m confused, of course, I still like you, you’re my girlfriend and I-”

“Then why don’t you act like it!” You shouted, cutting Noya off causing his eyes to grow wide before your own filled with tears.

You had pushed him away now, unable to stop the waterfall of emotions and tears. He stared at you for a moment in shock before grabbing your arms, putting them on either side of you begging for you to look at him.  

“I- I don’t understand Y/N, what did I do?”

You scoffed as he stared at you waiting for an answer, “Seriously Noya,” you said purposely avoiding his first name, “how can you not tell?!”

He stared at you dumbfounded, causing you to sit up all the way, angrier than before.

“How do you think it makes me feel to see you flirt all day with Kiyoko or Yachi and not even bear me a second glance! Why in the hell am I your girlfriend when you obviously would rather have one of them?!”

Noya frowned and quickly put his hand under your chin, causing your eyes to meet with his again. “Why would I ever want anyone over you, Y/N?”

You sniffled your anger fading as you looked into his sincere eyes. “You constantly flirt with them Yuu, and it hurts.”

His eyes grew wide as he realized why you were upset.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry I didn’t think-”

“That’s the problem Yuu,” You whisper avoiding his sharp eyes, “you don’t think.”

You realized that you had gone too far when you saw the look that spread across Noya’s face.

“Yuu I-”

“You’re right.” He got up off of the bed, his feet hitting the floor before he headed towards the door.

You quickly realized what was happening and ran after him grabbing his wrist before he shut the door. You walked out after him, slowly shutting your bedroom door before leaning up against it, afraid to look at him and see what you had done.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered moving your hand into his, interlocking your fingers not wanting him to leave.

“You don’t have to be.” He whispered turning around and slamming his hand against the door.

His eyes were swelling with tears as he buried his face in your neck.

“Yuu…”

“I never meant to hurt you, I don’t deserve you Y/N, I’m so sorry…” His voice came out in fragments as he tried to regain his composure.

“It’s okay..” you lied, not wanting to hurt him anymore before he pulled back in shock.

“Y/n, I know it’s not, god I never wanted you to think you were anything less than the most important thing that had happened to me.”

“What?” You whisper, unsure if you heard him right.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me Y/n.”

Your eyes fill with tears as you throw yourself into his arms, gripping him tightly as his hand slowly starts to stroke your messy hair.

“That’s all I wanted to hear.” You whisper against the fabric of his bright orange uniform.

“It’s not enough Y/n, I promise I will never make you feel like that again, you’re the only girl I’d ever want.”

His hand suddenly slips into the pocket of his shorts pulling out a small, black box.

“I was going to wait until our anniversary to give this to you but I think it makes more sense to give it to you now.”

You slowly open the box to find a set of matching rings, each engraved with the day Noya asked you out all those months ago.

“I love it.” You whisper, grabbing the smaller ring for yourself and slipping the medium-sized onto his.

His eyes meet with you before he suddenly leans forward pressing his lips against yours, causing you to drop the soft, black box in shock.

Your arms instinctively go around his neck as he picks you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he pushes you against the door. His hands slipped under your school uniform you forgot to change out of earlier that day, the ring cold against your skin.

His hand starts reaching for the doorknob, struggling to get it open as he refuses to take his eyes off of you.

“Yuu..” You whimper as the door opens and he whisks you inside, slamming it behind you as he tosses you on the bed.

He groans against your neck as he lands on top of you, your legs instantly falling open, locking around his waist.

“Let me show you how much you mean to me, Y/n.” He says staring directly into your eyes as his body moves closer.

Your face turns a bright red as he rips off the buttons on your once nice uniform and throws in onto the floor where your phone had landed just hours ago. His breath tickled against the side of your neck as he started to leave a mark against your soft skin before his hands started to trace the lace in your exposed bra.

“Please..” you whisper, afraid and excited about what Noya would do next.

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[wandsandwheezes]

Till You Make It | F.W | CH10

Fake It | The Masterlist

Warnings // 3.4k // SMUT 18+, Hufflepuff!Reader, yelling, fighting, trauma, mentions of blood, mentions of blood purity, mentions of a shitty past relationship.

A/N // I can’t believe that this is the end of Fake It Till You Make It. I’d like to thank the angel that is @starlightweasley​ for being my co-writer and for coming along for the ride that is this series with me. I’d also like to thank every single person who has been reading along, I am so grateful for your support beyond belief.

Fred had done everything he could to make you comfortable. The second you had collapsed at the door, he was pulling you into his arms and laying you on the sofa, fetching a blanket and a drink for when you inevitably woke again, wanting to be there at your side the second your eyes opened. His hand was brushing over your hair as he felt your breathing pick up, realising that soon enough you would be awake again. You were lucky that the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was Fred, smiling and sitting you up comfortably. “Here, it’s just some water but It’ll do you good.”

“Thank you, Freddie.” You half-cracked a smile at him as you took the glass from his hands, taking a sip, you didn't realise just how dry your throat was until the water had coated your throat and you were able to breathe without a feeling of hoarseness scratching at every word. 

"I'm scared Fred… Wh-What if he hurts you trying to get to me" You choke out, a tear rolling down your cheek as Fred takes the glass from your shaking hands again, placing it back on the coffee table before taking both of your hands in his. 

"Baby, you don't need to be scared of him, not now, not ever. You are so brave and so strong you don't even need me." He tilted your chin up to look into your eyes, his thumb wiping away the tears that spilled down your cheeks. You nodded, pushing away from the sofa to press your lips against his, happy that you had Fred here to console you and make you feel better. 

"Let's get you showered, patched up and into bed shall we?" He offered, standing up and offering out his hand for you to take at your own pace. This was what you loved about Fred, he made sure that you never felt pressured to make any decisions and treated you like your own person. You took his hand, letting him pull you up and towards your bathroom and on the way you saw Lady sound asleep in her bed, finally able to relax. He helped you shower, washing your hair and brushing it out gently for you before sitting you up on the counter to clean up your cuts and bleeding wounds. You watched as he went to put the clothing you had worn in the bin, but quickly and without thought you blurted out. "Burn them." 

He looked at you, seeing the panic in your eyes as he set the clothing in the bathtub, pulling out his wand and watching the clothes burn to a crisp with the simple incantation. You were at his side, finding a sense of relief at the way the material was reduced to dust before walking away to slip into one of Fred's t-shirts. It hurt your boyfriend to see the quick bruises that had formed on your skin in the shapes of fingerprints and ovals, vowing to never let it happen again, to never let anyone lay a hand on you so long as he lived. He helped you relax under the warmth of the duvet, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he brought the quilt down over your body. 

“Where are you going?” You whispered quietly, the fear of being alone hitting you suddenly and all at once. He stopped dead in his tracks, looking over his shoulder to see the tears that pooled in your eyes and he didn’t want to leave you, not ever if you felt safe with him there. He slipped off his shoes, knowing that he didn’t have to run the second someone knew where you were because you were home. Soon he was sliding in beside you and letting you curl into his side. You slept soundly in his arms, knowing that when Joe came, Fred was there to protect you. 

Fred couldn’t sleep a wink, he couldn’t even fathom the thought of the monster of your nightmares coming and taking you away in the night so he waited. He knew what you’d said and he wouldn’t leave you unprotected for even a second. That’s why he heard the locks being broken, the scuffling in the kitchen and the hushed breathing that echoed around the silent flat. Fred’s arms instinctively wrapped around your waist tighter, pulling you to his chest while pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Fred gently slipped out from under the sheets, pushing his wand in his back pocket as he walked to the corner of the room, waiting for the inevitable, ready to confront the squib man for the first time. He held his breath as he watched the coward emerge from the doorway and Fred took note of the black eye he sported, his eyes fixated on you as he watched him take a deep breath. 

Joe’s gaze was transfixed upon your sleeping, vulnerable figure that he didn’t even notice the brown eyes gazing at him from across the room. You had left quite the mark on his face, not as many as he had littered on your own body but it was definitely something he hadn’t even anticipated from you. “My daisy…” He whispered, his voice filled with desperation and longing. 

“She’s not your daisy, you tosser.” Fred’s booming voice filled the silence, it was so loud that it made Joe jump, turning around only to be met with the shadow of darkness that filled the corners of each room. With each step forward, the dim light from the window unveiled every inch of his body as he emerged from the shadows, cracking his knuckles as he eyed up the shorter man like a predator watching its prey. “You have some nerve coming back to my home.”

“Think of yourself as a protector?” Joe sneers, rolling his eyes as he runs a hand through his hair, taking a step closer to Fred before looking over his shoulder to see you still sound asleep, curled up under the sheets.

“I damn well do a better job of protecting her than you ever could… The second you laid a hand on her you made it that way.” Fred returned, the anger that bubbled inside of him couldn’t be suppressed and he knew that it wouldn’t take much until he was pushed over the edge.

Joe scoffed, turning his head to the side ever so slightly and the moonlight that shone through the window illuminated his bruise and the bags under his eyes. Looking back towards the wizard, his eyes narrowed and a darkness swept across his features, “Obviously you’re not that good at protecting Y/N… slipped right into my hands she did, it was easy.” A grin spread itself across his features and a shiver ran down Fred’s spine making him swallow thickly. Part of your lover wondered if this is how you must have felt the first time Joe was this way with you. 

Cocking his head to the slight angle, he looked Fred up and down slowly before that grin turned into a menacing smirk and he continued: “Had to bribe the butler, of course. It’s amazing how someone can stay so silent when you hand them over a cheque, you see… I have everything sorted out for us both. I’ll take her now, we’ll go and you’ll never see any of us either again. It’s not that hard, mate. You’ll find another girl and you won’t be bothered ever again, I see what the papers wrote about you… ‘womanizer’, ‘bachelor’ it’s all quite interesting, really.” Joe clicked his tongue, the memory of seeing the paper in his parents’ living room had been a fateful day. Licking his lips, he glanced back towards the girl who was now stirring from the voices in the room, the bedsheets dragging along with her.

“Shut up.” Fred scowled as his face contorted with rage, getting increasingly more irritated as the bastard continued to speak and taunt him. 

“Fred, isn’t it?” Joe asked but he knew. “You don’t know how it felt when I got my hands on my daisy after so long… her supple skin, the rosiness in her cheeks and her soft hair.” Inhaling, he smiled genuinely to himself. “Of course… her unmarked body is a different matter, it was as if she had been waiting for me when I took off her–”

Fred had heard enough of Joe, unsure of how he managed to keep his cool long enough. He had his suspicions as to what had happened to you in his presence and the way Joe spoke so openly about how you felt to touch was enough to solidify the disgusting thoughts, the fact that he had the balls to touch you with any respect made all sane actions fly out the window. 

The ginger man didn’t even realise that his fists were raised until they were colliding over and over against Joe’s chiselled cheekbones. Whatever feeble punches made contact with Fred’s body seemed not to bother him, continuing his relentless assault on the man that quite simply had the nerve to hurt you and your boyfriend was ready to put him through every ounce of pain he had ever inflicted on you. The commotion in the room had caused your puppy to run into the room, the scent of the man who had left her petrified and stolen her mum caused her to bark angrily, growling as her teeth sunk into Joe’s shoulder. 

The echoes of grunts and yells that filled the room and the increasing barks from Lady roused you from your sleep, reaching out you realised that Fred was no longer in bed with you and that Lady was growling too which caused you to quickly pull out your wand and rub at your eyes. As they focused, you saw your boyfriend holding Joe down against the ground, blood flowing from his nose and mouth with every punch to his jaw. The scene in front of you caused you to swing your legs off the bed, running over to the two men, hands wrapping around Fred’s waist to try and pull him away, but his strength overpowered you, causing you to start yelling from the top of your lungs as you begged him to stop. “Freddie please,”

He eased at your pleading voice, pushing himself off the man whose face was covered in blood and as soon as he was standing you pushed the taller man behind you, pointing your wand at Joe for the second time, this time all the more determined in what you would do if it came to it. He was breathing heavily, wiping the blood from his mouth as he sat up, looking up at you through hooded eyes he laughed. “What a couple; Fred and Y/N… both too weak to stop the muggle man from his fury and anger.” 

“Tell me one reason I shouldn't kill you now.” You shouted, pushing away the fear that rose the second you remembered that Fred was there with you, swallowing thickly as you pondered it, the thought of killing him and being free from his never ending tirade.

“All I ever wanted to do was love you,” He whispered, his throat contracting due to the tears illuminating against his cheeks and his eyes that were once filled with life but also crashing waves now depicted the darkest seas, no hope beneath the void visible. “–and I wanted you to love me too.” 

You squeezed your eyes shut in response, head tilting to the left to look away from his direction as you pressed your lips together and tasted the saltiness from your own tears.

“My father would never associate with anything dirty, non-magical… or real.” He whispered, looking down at his lap where you laid your head, gazing up at him with widened eyes. “Imagine being a squib…– born into a pure-blood family,” He cocked his head slightly as he let out a small laugh and glanced out the window with tears in his eyes and sorrow lacing his voice, “I guess, yes, I’ve always had some envy towards those with magical abilities… not because I wanted it for myself but because I wanted to actually be liked by own father. I should stop talking, I’m prattling on about useless things–”

“No–” You quickly sat up, hair cascading down your back as you straightened and looked at him with slightly furrowed brows filled with sympathy and concern, your hand reaching to grasp his and the small act of kindness caused him to finally turn back to look at you. His gaze softened, taking your perplexed expression into consideration as he squeezed your hand delicately and nodded, listening to you intently: “Joe… your father, he wasn’t acting like a dad when he said those things.” 

“But why be with a squib–”

“Because I love you for who you are, not because of your blood or your abilities or your name… I love you for your kind and genuine and loving heart.” And with that, you placed your free hand on his heart, feeling it beat in rhythm with your own and you shared a kind smile with the man who you had grown to fall for throughout these months. 

It was then that you felt Fred’s comforting hand rest on your back and you knew you would be okay, you are brave. 

“I know you did.” You whispered, “But what we felt for each other, it wasn’t the right type of love, it was hurtful and perverse. I will never love you again, Joe, not when I know what real love feels like.” You realised that it was the first time that Fred was hearing those words, something you had never said to each other, but you knew he loved you in his caring actions and longing glances you felt love with Fred like it was the most natural feeling in the world. 

“I’m sorry, Joe.” You knew what you had to do, swallowing thickly you raised your wand, breathing out the incantation like it was part of your inhale and exhale. The spell altered his memory of you, knowing you as nothing more than a friend, erasing any and every memory of your relationship; every kiss, touch, date and lingering moment. You wondered why you hadn’t done it sooner and you felt a sigh of relief course through you as you felt a weight lift off of your shoulders. Part of you wished you could obliviate every mark and memory that was imprinted on your body and another part of you wished he could live with the knowledge that you had stood up to him. But when you glanced back at Fred, who was standing there with a bleeding lip and bruises yet to form, your mind went back to how carefree you felt back at Hogwarts watching him fly through the air and earn bruises that matched a winner’s smile and you felt comforted by the knowledge that you were going to be okay.

You watched as Joe’s face softened and his breathing regulated as blood dripped down his upper lip from his nose, falling against his shirt. You turned around to Fred wrapping your arms around him as you buried yourself into his chest and let out every tear inside of your body, listening to your faint sobs ricochet against his torso as his arms wrapped around you protectively, whispering softly for you to hear. “Let me call Lee, petal, we’ll get him taken to the ministry.” 

You nodded, letting him leave you to grab his phone and make the call he needed, leaving you alone with a man who was confused beyond belief and rubbing at his shoulder where Lady had bit him earlier. You knelt down beside him, fingertips brushing your hair out of your face as you sighed. “You’re going home now, Joe,” 

“Y/N, I– I don’t know what I’ve done, why am I here?” He looked up at you, seeing the tears in your eyes and recognising the fear that was packed into every look. He rested his hand on yours and for a moment you recognised the man that you had once loved, seeing past the monster that he had become and you sighed, placing your other hand over his to give it a gentle squeeze. 

“It was all a terrible accident, Joe… But Lee is coming, he’s going to take you home.” He nodded, taking a deep breath but wincing at the pain he felt in his ribs. You helped him up to his feet and out to the living area, where you were met with Lee and Fred. Lee’s eyes widened at the sight of Joe before looking back at Fred with a furrowed brow and a shake of his head, whisking away the bleeding man leaving you and Fred alone in the flat, the sounds of your breathing being the only thing between you. You reach out your hand to him, guiding him towards the bathroom, sitting him on the counter for you to clear up.

“You don’t have to do this, Y/N, we can just go to bed and–”  He spoke up through gravelly vocal chords, but you just shook your head, taking his hand to clear up the cuts with an alcohol-soaked cloth, using gentle movements to clear up the blood as he winced at the feeling. You cleaned his wounds in a comfortable silence, pulling off his bloodied shirt to see his torso littered with slowly forming bruises, your fingertips tracing over every single one as you looked into his eyes, your lip quivering at the thoughts that ran through your head. 

“I love you, Fred, I meant it when I said that being with you is what real love feels like. I’m not scared anymore, not afraid to admit that I love you and now that I’ve said it I never want to stop, Freddie, I love y–” 

“I love you.” He admitted, joining you in the last time you said the three words that he had been waiting to hear, his hand coming up to bring your foreheads together, smoothing your hair down as he gauged your reaction, a smile falling over his lips when he saw your soft smile. 

“Is now a good time to tell you I bought the cottage?” He laughed, pulling your waist gently so that you could be as close to him as possible, his heart skipping a beat when he watched your face light up for the first time in days.

“Fred Weasley, what did I do to deserve you?” You pulled him down to finally press your lips together, the flame of a thousand tiny fires building inside of you and you finally felt at peace. Fred gave you everything you could have ever needed to have a happy life and now you were free to take it with both hands, letting yourself finally fall in love with someone who deserved happiness just as much as you did.

After that night you and Fred were truly free to begin your life together, packing up the flat in less than a week, ready to move to a home that you had always dreamed of, away from the city and away from the madness that Joe had left you to suffer with. You were lucky you had an amazing group of friends ready to help in moving the countless boxes into the brand new home all ready for the two of you, who were yet to take your first steps inside. 

“I’m not sure I feel ready.” You admitted, staring at the doors to your new home, side by side with the man you loved as your hand held tightly onto his, fingers laced together as his thumb stroked the back of your hand. 

“I don’t think we ever will be, after all this is the home of our dreams.” 

“Not just that Freddie, I’m… free.” The last word you breathed out, turning to look at the man next to you, not expecting to meet his eyes so quickly but welcoming his gaze as you smiled up at him, but his hand was quickly on your cheek, pulling your lips to meet his in a soft and delicate kiss. 

“Let's do this properly then shall we?” he hummed, bending down to swoop you up bridal style before pushing open the door with his foot, carrying you across the threshold into your new home. The sounds of your laughs as they echoed through the hall made him truly realise how in love with you he was. Fred Weasley tried his best to show you how much he loved you every day he woke up and breathed for you, made you feel worthy and you slowly but surely grew to believe him. Together, you made it and that is the greatest feeling of all. 

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