#(LAYS FACE-DOWN ON FLOOR AND CRIES INTO CARPET)

[howthesleeplesswander]

this new web event where you help Baizhu make medicine for everyone in Liyue is, first of all, SO HECKING CUTE ASDF;LKS DON'T MIND ME WHILE I CRY OVER HIS ADORABLE LIL CHIBI ASKDJFJ THE WAY HE CLAPS WHEN YOU MAKE A PRESCRIPTION RIGHT PLZ MY HEART

but also 👀👀👀 it's full of all kinds of info about medicinal ingredients and their uses, the types of medicine he's made to treat various ailments, who his patients are, extra fun tidbits...👌👌👌

not me frantically taking screenshots and notes from what's supposed to be a quick and fun lil flash game asjdfldj

[nanaslutt]

What do u think of Gojo begging you to give him a handjob and promising he wont cum during NNN but surprise surprise he fails so u ruin his orgasm 🤯

I think YES???? this was insanely fun to write, tysm for the ask nonnie<33

tell me why i forgot nnn was a thing LOLLL

contains: fem reader, crack, handjobs, whiney!satoru, established relationship, cumming handsfree, ruined orgasm, failed edging, begging, gojo calls you 'ma'am ' once as a joke, 'baby' and 'princess' used for reader

2k words :p

MDNI

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"Baby pleeeeease." gojo whines, laying his head on your knees from where he sits between your legs on the carpeted floor, 

"Satoru, you were just begging me last month to not let you cum during November no matter what." you sighed, he does this every year, making you swear up and down that you'll hold him accountable and not let him lose NNN, hearing from geto that if you last the whole month, the orgasm on December first was mind-numbing

of course, he wouldn't know, becasue every year he came crawling to you about how stupid this challenge was, barely a week into the challenge, and he was dragging you to the nearest surface and fucking you against it, filling your guts with his cum,

but not this time, miraculously he had held out this long, only eight days before the challenge was over. he of course had you to thank for thank, deep down you knew he really did want to complete this challenge, and thats why he was so insistant every time the dreaded month came around. 

but Satoru was a slut for pleasure, especially for the kind of pleasure he got from you. Whether it was your hands, mouth, cunt, he could get off using any part of your body and he would be the happiest man on earth

"I won't cum, swear, just miss your hands on me baby pleeeease," he practically cried, hugging onto your knees, turning his face into your skin whining and groaning like a spoiled child,

"Toru, you and I both know you do not have enough self-restraint to just edge yourself," knowing him better than himself

together, you guys have tried edging, Satoru never being able to make it past the first time you stopped right before he came, once again saying how stupid this was, quickly fucking his cock back into you and bringing himself to the brink of orgasm using your body, cumming with no restraint, even though he was once again the one who brought the idea to you,

"I'm starting to think you might have commitment issues," you mumble under your breath, his fake cries and obnoxious pouting pulling you out of your thoughts, phone dropping by your side, looking down at him with a huff, 

"Please, all you gotta do is rub my cock a little, just for a second please," he drags out the please once more, lip sticking out in a pout as he looks up through his snowy lashes at you, "jus wanna feel you please, it's been so long, need it, baby, please."

shutting your eyes and sighing once again, unable to deny him any longer with him being so persistent, especially when he asks you so nicely, looking up at you with those beautiful eyes of his, 

"oh my goddd Satoru, okay, fine." you shake your head, slapping your hand over your face, and he perks up, immediately abandoning his spoiled rich kid act, leaving fat kisses all over your knees, "yes yes yes thank you, baby, promise I won't let you down," 

he stands up and you peek through the cracks in your fingers, hand still on your face and your jaw practically drops at the sight, he is already sporting a huge tent in the crotch of his grey sweats, smile stretching from ear to ear while he looks down at you,

"you're already hard?" you exclaim, disbelief plastered on your face, "feelin' on ur legs made me hard," he says nonchalantly, the expression on your face not changing, "now up you go!" leaning down he scoops you up from under your arms and throws you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing, "woah! toru!" you exclaim, caught off guard as he takes long strides to your bedroom

strong hold on the underside of your knees as he hums, making his way through the hallway, finally reaching his destination and plopping you down in front of him on the hard floor, "how do ya want me your majesty?" he smirks, hands in his pockets waiting for your direction, "jus' go lay down on the bed you freak," pushing his solid chest back towards the king mattress, 

putting on a show as he faux stumbles backward, flopping back on the bed, fluffy white hair on the pillows, putting one hand behind his head, the other coming down to rub himself over his sweats, "don't leave me waiting princess" biting his lip, lips corners of his lips curling up into a flirty smile, 

"stop fucking touching yourself," you sigh, "gonna cum before I even get my hands on you." You're feeling undeniably aroused yourself, you and Gojo have a very active sex life, never going weeks without touching each other unless he is away on a mission. since he made quite the effort with the challenge this time around (largely thanks to you) you've been feeling pretty antsy, participation in the challenge yourself as a way of supporting him, 

though there's no real pressure on you, if you wanted you could rub one out at any time. the only downside is that getting off on your own never felt as good as it did with Satoru,

he whistles, giving himself one last grope before his heavy hand joins the other behind his head, "yes ma'am" he says slightly teasing tone lacing his voice,

you crawled on top of him, resting your ass right above his knees, "remember Satoru, you're not going to cu-" he cuts you off, waving his hand in front of you, rolling his eyes, "yeah yeah, not gunna cum, I got it," he says snarkily, a little too snarky for someone who was quite literally on his knees begging you to touch his stupid cock, but you digress,

narrowing your eyes at him before sliding your slender fingers over his upper thighs, over his hips, teasing his lower stomach, barely grazing his twitching clothed cock on the way back down, repeating the process a couple of times, sometimes opting to skip over running your fingers over his cock altogether

his jaw is slightly slack, watching your hands intently, "cmon, don't be a tease baby," he sighs, pushing his hips off the bed towards you, "You're in no place to make demands right now," staring into his intimidating eyes challengingly, 

he bites his lip, shutting his mouth, awaiting your move, pushing his shirt up, resting right under his pecs as you tease your fingers on the short white hairs of his happy trail, right above the hem of his pants,

smile now off his face, looking concentrated as he bites his lip harshly, eyes darting back between your fingers and pretty face, looking so concentrated on what you were doing,

your cunt was aching to feel him inside you, trying to push your own needs out of your brain, feeling nearly impossible as you exposed more and more of his happy trail the more you teased down his pelvis,

finally grabbing the fabric of his pants and sliding them down his incredibly toned thighs, he lifted his hips, aiding you in undressing him, his breathing started to pick up when you looked closely at his cock straining under his boxers

staring at a dark spot where his pre was leaking from his tip under his briefs, trying not to roll your eyes back when he made his cock jump. taking your index finger and rubbing it on the wet patch on the head of his dick, drawing little circles around it, his breath hitching, breathing picking up slightly watching you pull your finger back slowly, a string of cum connecting the two of you,

giving his boxers the same treatment, slipping your fingers underneath the hem and sliding them down, his hips raising again to make your job easier, and he's grinning so hard when your jaw drops open, watching his flushed cock slap back against his tummy, flexing the appendage again, putting on a show for you,

"your cock is so pretty Toru," you marvel, squeezing your thighs together so you can focus on the task at hand, "ur leaking so much," finger tapping his angry head a couple of times, proving your point as the cum makes little 'plap' 'plap' sounds when your finger comes in contact with him,

"There's so much it looks like you already came," you tease, finally wrapping your hand around his warm tip, hips leaving the bed once more to slide into your hand, "hips on the bed please Satoru," you correct, muscles in his thighs and abs flexing as you feel him connect his ankles together behind you,

starting to give him steady shallow pumps and his jaw is slack, eyes rolling back when you twist your wrist over the head of his neglected dick, "fuuuuck baby, just what I needed," he breathily laughs out a smile, "a little faster please," he requests, both hands leaving their place behind his head to grip the sheets by his sides,

"let me know when you feel close," you instruct, waiting to see him nod in acknowledgment before pumping your hand a little faster, sliding effortlessly up and down his cock with vulgar wet sounds thanks to his leaky cock,

"yesyesyes s-shit, squeeze harder," breaths entering and leaving his lungs rapidly as he tips his head back into the pillows, when you follow his instructions he lets out a long groan, abs clenching more frequently, your body jolting a bit every time he fidgeted his legs around the sheets behind you, 

breathing heavily yourself, free hand coming down to press against the heat between your thighs, a temporary relief as you tried to memorize his every reaction he gives you,

"you close Satoru?" you question, noticing his breath come in shorter pants, warm cock twitching and straining against your hands, his thighs. tensing and unsensing more frequently, all telltale signs of his impending orgasm, "I asked you a question," you emphasized with a strong squeeze at the base of his lengthy cock, "n-no, not close yet, promise," he bites his lip, keeping his eyes screwed shut, sheets between his fingers practically ripping before you continue,

choosing to believe him you keep up the previous pace, squeezing your fingers tight around the tip of his cock on the downstroke and that's when you notice one of his hands abandoning his grip on the poor sheets to cover his mouth, his moans reaching a crescendo, and you know exactly whats happening

He's going to cum, and he lied to you about it

jerking your hand up his cock once more before you let go completely, anticipating his moves when he shoots his head up, hands reaching for his cock and you catch his wrists, pining them above his head, if he had half a mind he would break out of your grip with ease, but he was milliseconds from cumming, not having his usual strength coursing through his body,

"no! Nononono," he's protesting when his back arches, curling in on itself, legs thrashing under your weight as his cock dribbles out long spurts of cum, twitching and throbbing with every string, "Fuuuuck nooo, no, ughhh," he groans at you for ruining his orgasm, whole body twitching, 

dick starting to soften in his own mess against his lower abs,

"you seriously thought you were gonna get away with that? you asked in an incredulous tone, hes pouting, letting out a long groan of your name before tipping his head forward and making eye contact with you,

"That was sooo mean" he pouts, "ive been saving that load..." he whines out, cock still twitching in the aftershocks,

"what was mean, is when I asked if you were gonna cum and you lied straight to my face," you spat, laughing in disbelief, swinging your legs off his torso while his eyes follow your figure, watching you wipe your hands using a tissue from the box you keep on the bedside table, he groans out your name again, "I'm sorryyyy, was feeling sooo good," he tries to justify

giving him a look that screams are you actually serious right now, as you start towards the door, "sounds like you need a pussyban to me," you deadpan, walking through the doorframe out into the hallway,

"WOAH!! woah, woahwoahwoah," practically teleporting his feet on the floor, hastily pulling up his pants as he chases you out of the room, hot on your trail, "baby! baby, haha, let's not do anything drastic now, kay?" he baffles in disbelief, worry laced in his voice. 

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

some mistakes get made

pairing(s): bf!rafe cameron x gf!fem!reader

warnings: smut, spanking, cock warming, overprotective rafe, praise, unprotected sex

summary: after sneaking out to a party you knew rafe wouldn’t allow you to go to, you come home to a very angry boyfriend.

authors note: i literally wrote this in 20 minutes so it might suck

not edited ..

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

not my gif

“rafe please, please baby. ‘m sorry,” you cried. “i promise i’ll never do it again.”

he laughed and held your hips down tighter against his, making you squirm and your legs shake. “i know you won’t. unless you wanna go through this again.”

“please, do something. anything. just move,” you begged weakly. you were frustrated. extremely frustrated just sitting there on his lap with his cock stuffed deep inside you.

he tsked. “watch the movie, baby.”

you slyly began to roll your hips, trying to alleviate the pressure in your stomach. he slapped your ass harder than the previous times, making you jump and lean in closer to him.

the tears began flowing down your cheeks. you’d been sitting like this for an hour now and you wanted him to move so bad. you’d do anything to feel him moving inside you. “please, rafe. i want you so bad.”

“yeah? just like you wanted to go to that party real bad?” he asked, his hand wrapping around your throat and forcing you to look at him. “get off me and lay down over my legs.”

you whined when he slipped out of you and left you with an empty feeling but hurried to lay over the tops of his legs with your ass up and bare stomach over his skin. before you could apologize any further, both hands came smacking down on your cheeks.

you jolted forward, crying even harder at the sting it left behind. “go ahead, baby. count em’ out for me.”

you weakly blurted out numbers all the way to 20. and by now, your ass was a fiery shade of red and it stung like hell. “bend over the couch,” he ordered.

you whimpered as you pushed yourself off his legs and kneeled down onto the carpeted floor beside him. you bent over at the waist, your top half laying on the cushioned couch while your knees dug into the carpet and your ass was on display.

“now you knew not to go to that party, correct?” he asked. you nodded.

that earned you another slap to your already burning ass. “yes,” you sobbed. “i did.”

“but you snuck out anyway. how many times did i tell you not to go?”

you hid your face in your arms. “five.”

“that’s right,” he said as his hands soothed over your burning skin. “and now, you’re gonna cum for me five times. and you’re gonna take everything i give you and not be a little brat about it, got that pretty girl?”

you nodded and gulped when you felt his warmth behind you. “yes.”

“good girl,” he mumbled before stuffing you full in one thrust. “see, baby. i knew you knew how to listen.”

he began thrusting into you roughly, driving your hips into the couch and making you cry out.

his hands found purchase on your ass as he pounded into you. you whimpered loudly at the sting his hands were causing against your already bruised flesh.

“rafe,” you cried out. “rafe please. i’m—‘m sorry. i swear.”

he stopped for a moment, pushing his hips as close as they could go to yours. “remember what i said, baby? take what i give you. don’t start with that apologizing bullshit.”

you cried harder when he began pounding into you again, triggering your first orgasm when he hit that spot inside you that had your toes curling and legs shaking.

you were in for a long night.

[dark-and-kawaii]

Did you see Rolan and his bruised face because of that prick of a wizard 😡 I would give him all the loving so he knows how much he’s loved after

༺ 𝒜𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 ༻

Rolan

Note: I didn’t see it my first playthrough because he got clapped °՞(ᗒᗣᗕ;)՞° oopsy!!! However I did see it my next run and it was so heartbreaking to witness ˙◠˙

Summary: Once Lorrokan is dead you decide to show Rolan just how much he’s appreciated.

NSFW - Comfort - Rolan Deserves All The Love

Rolan's eyes went wide as you gave him a push, "What're-" Who knew that pushing Rolan down onto the scattered pillows in Ramazith's tower would be so satisfying? "I already told you it's nothing for you to worry about! I'm quite fine!" As he sank into the plushness of the pillows, Rolan attempted to push himself up from the floor, but you weren't going to let that happen. Oh no, not after discovering the pain he endured under Lorroakan. His bruised cheek served as a painful reminder, and you refused to let this man, your tiefling, go unappreciated.

Straddling his lap, you pressed down on his chest, causing his back to hit the pillows again. "Just relax, my sweet Rolan," you whispered in a sensual voice, grinding your hips into him. Leaning down, you pressed your lips against his battered cheek, tracing it with your tongue. A groan escaping your lips as you felt his hips shift.

Rolan grabbed your arms, attempting to sit up, but you used all your strength to keep him pinned beneath you. "Rolan, please... Let me take care of you." You bit his neck, grinding into his clothed groin, your pace quickening.

Rolan's stuttering voice was so beautiful, you just loved how flustered he got so easily, "Th-this isn't the time nor place!" Looking over, his eyes catch sight of his deceased abuser, still fresh. It felt so wrong for him to be laying beneath you while there was still fresh blood on the carpet just a few feet from him... But with your lips on his neck, your hips rocking against his, damns he hated how feeble you made him, "This is wrong".

You felt a sense of pride as you gradually got him to relax. Beneath you, Rolan's face flushed, one hand trying to cover his face but you could see his breath coming from his lips. He looked so gorgeous, a mess beneath you.

Driving back onto his cock, you felt it swell within you, knowing Rolan was on the edge of orgasm.

"R-Rolan!" Your moans grew louder with each forceful thrust. It wasn't just the girth, but the length of his cock that made you moan. You could feel it hitting your cervix with every thrust or when you slammed back down onto him.

"Hng-!" Rolan's voice was barely audible, sweet noises escaping him as he struggled to hold back his orgasm, his hand loosely covering his face still, an attempt to hide what he considers his indecent expressions, "N-not- ah- not inside you!"

Your face flushed a deep red, your nails trailing down his chest. "P-please, I'll do an-anything! C-cum inside me, Rolan! Please!" Your belly starts to tighten, you can feel yourself ever so close to that sweet release. Each bounce causing a gush of slick to escape your cunt while your toes curl.

The need for release consumed you both. Rolan's resistance wavered as his resolve weakened, succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his veins. His breathing ragged as he surrendered to the intoxicating sensations. With a low growl and a flick of his tail, Rolan finally gave in to his urges. His body tensing, and you could feel him pulsating within you, his hot seed spilling deep into your waiting depths.

A mix of moans and cries filled the room as sweet release washed over you both. Waves of pleasure crashed through your bodies, leaving you trembling and gasping for air. The intensity of the moment was almost too much to bear, but you enjoyed every second of it, your bodies locked in a passionate embrace.

As the euphoria subsided, you collapsed onto the pillows beside Rolan, your bodies entwined and covered in a sheen of sweat. The room was filled with the heady scent of sex and the blood from before the moment.

Breathing heavily, you turned to look at Rolan, his face still a deeper red than his own skin, there was a small pool of drool in the corner of hip lips, his eyes shut while he sucks air into his lungs. In that moment, you knew that you had given him the release he so desperately needed, knew that you made him feel like the only man in the world, and you were grateful to have been able to provide him with such pleasure.

[nateezfics]

111 + 118 + 126 + Jongho - 💋

111 — “just sit on my fucking face already.”

118 — “s-stop leaving marks on my neck. i have a presentation first thing in the morning.” “then i get to leave marks anywhere below the neck?”

126 — “why’d you stop?” “because you sounded too fucking good and so i had like, a moment.”

smut/nsfw; oral (f receiving), face sitting, marking; mdni

sex wasn’t necessarily on your mind at first, but after soft kisses turned into a deep, needy make out on your boyfriend’s couch, things quickly escalated.

jongho’s lips traveled down the length of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. you whined above him and your fingers tangled into his hair just as he stopped to suck on a particularly sensitive part of your neck. he was undoubtedly intending to leave marks, something he loved to do when he had you like this. you whined, pushing him away until his mouth detached from your neck. “s-stop leaving marks on my neck. i have a presentation first thing in the morning.”

jongho gazed up at you, and from the way he smirked, it almost seemed like he didn’t even care about your presentation in the morning; like he wanted you to go up in front of everyone with his marks all over your skin. “then i get to leave marks anywhere below the neck?”

you huffed. “yes, just anywhere but my neck.” your skin prickled with anticipation as you thought about his mouth all over your skin. you were kissing him again a moment later, your mouths slotting together in a mess of teeth and tongue. clothes fell away rapidly until you were both bare and you were fully seated on his cock.

jongho sucked on the skin between your breasts just as his hands brought your hips down again, cock driving into your cunt in a way that had both of you releasing a string of curses. your chest was littered with his masks, a constellation of red and blue hues. he continued, lips sucking on every inch of skin he could reach while you bounced on his cock.

you were a complete mess already. with his mouth all over you and his cock stretching you wide, you were like a broken record, moans and cries falling from your mouth continuously. you felt too good to even attempt to keep quiet, and quickly you began to tumble towards your release until you felt his hands hold you in place, effectively ripping your orgasm out of your reach. “why’d you stop?”

he groaned into your chest, fingertips digging crescents into your flesh. “because you sounded too fucking good so i had like,” jongho paused and sucked in a breath, “a moment. and god, you’re so tight. i’m about to fucking bust, and i don’t wanna cum this soon.”

you laughed breathlessly while you raked your fingers through his hair. “am i affecting you that much, hm?”

jongho nodded. “god damn it, yes. now get up so i can lay on the floor. i want you to sit on my face. this way, i can make sure you get to cum before i take you on my cock again.”

you did as he said, though hesitantly. you were quick to miss the fullness of his cock, gazing upon it longingly as he situated himself on the carpeted floor. you straddled his waist. “are you sure? i mean, is the floor comfortable enough? we don’t have to —”

“just sit on my fucking face already.” his tone left no room for argument. you situated your thighs on either side of his head before sinking down. his tongue met with your clit and you moaned at the contact. his strong hands gripped your thighs and pulled your cunt further onto his face, leaving him little room to breathe, but he didn’t care. he lapped and sucked at your pussy like a man starved, and with his grip keeping you in place, you could only sit there and yield to the pleasure he gave you. “i’m gonna make you fall apart all over my face, and if you’re good, i’ll let you have my cock again.”

[muffinsin]

Cassandra x fucked up/psychopathic reader

Prompt: Cassandra gets herself someone with little to no morals, someone violent and appreciative of her sadistic tendencies

(Fem reader)

Warning for: Violence, partly NSFW content

Idea inspired and matched by @fantasy-relax . Go check out their take of the story written in the reader’s POV! I absolutely loved it, and I’ll link it here! :) I highly recommend reading it too, as it’s a direct counterpart to this!

Let’s get into it! ;)

Masterlists

Cassandra gasps in shock when she spots the small scratch on her sword. Immediately, this shock turns to anger.

“Hey!”, she yells, relishing in the wide, fearful eyes that land on her.

“"Look what have you done! My favorite sword has a scratch! You useless woman!", she curses.

She grabs the sword tightly, her gloved hand running alongside the blade. It’s not even close to being as sharp as it is meant to be!

Is this foolish imbecile trying to sabotage her?!

" I'm s-orry Lady Cassandra my arm was tired and I-AHH"

Cassandra laughs at the scream that follows, the fearful eyes widening in terror.

The cut made by the sword was fast and made with lethal precision. The arm rests on the soft carpet, and it draws more laughter from Cassandra.

She crackles at the sight of the imbecile falling to her knees, more and more tears spilling down her red cheeks.

"Not tired anymore I bet", she snickers. More screams and cries follow.

Please this, please that. Please spare me, please, please, please, please. As if the word has any meaning to Cassandra at all. She merely rolls her eyes at it. If her prey was a little more entertaining with her begging, at least!

She inspects the bloody blade, a sick smile coming to her lips.

Perhaps, it was sharpened properly after all. She shrugs it off. The scratch still lays beneath the blood!

With a large grin on her face, she steps to the kneeling woman again, her hand reaching out to grasp the little bit of her upper arm that is left.

Again, the woman is howling in pain.

With a quick cut to her other arm, it also falls to the floor. Cassandra crackles as blood spills and splutters in her face.

Now she sees the twitching fingers of the unattached arms, she giggles. She should’ve probably broken them first, but this one is really testing her patience!

With another slash to her chest, the woman screams again. She falls on her back, and Cassandra laughs loudly at the image. With no arms remaining, she can barely squirm away.

“Poor, little maid”, she states mockingly. Like a turtle turned on its shell.

She allows to drop the sword to the floor. It is in need of proper sharpening now!

Instead she brings out her sickle. She relishes in the fear that surrounds the maimed woman.

The maid keeps screaming, until Cassandra at last is done with her and cuts her head in another clean swipe of sickle.

She smirks to herself, yet nearly jumps in surprise upon hearing a hum.

In the doorway, stands another maid.

Golden eyes catch yours, and she gives you a sadistic smile.

"What is it, little morsel? Want to be next?", the taunts, giggling. Oh, two victims in such short times? Ah, and you practically ran into her arms!

She’s crackling with delight.

Rising from the floor, she walks up to you slowly, circling you such as a predator would their prey.

She licks the blood off her sickle, golden eyes wide in excitement. You smell so well already! Perhaps she would let you run along, merely to chase after you. Not that you’d stand a chance against her, of course.

She’s just about ready to raise her sickle to your pretty face when unexpected words fall from your dry lips.

"That was a clean cut my lady, you have a steady hand"

She freezes.

What?

Cassandra is left dumbfounded, her eyes, even with her lazy eye, wide as you easily walk past her and inspect the body.

You bend over it, and all she can do is watch.

What the?

She thinks she is just ready to catch herself again, to resume taunting you and kill you when another comment comes from you.

"You also have to be pretty strong or have a sharp weapon to make this so smoothly"

She finds herself frozen yet again, her flies buzzing in excitement beyond her control.

What’s going on?

She resists the urge to tell you, proudly, that the weapon was rather blunt and it was her sheer strength that allowed her to maim, then kill.

You’re standing now, and it’s as your eyes bore into hers. She doesn’t understand.

Why are you praising her for this? Maids usually cry at her sight. The staff calls her a monster.

And why is she liking your praise this much?! You’re a lowly maid! She shouldn’t be accepting compliments from the likes of you! What if her sisters found out? What if her mother was to fi-

Another comment.

"Truly impressive"

This one makes her chest feel light. Her eyes widen for a moment when she feels her cheeks heating up beyond her control and her flies buzz purr loudly.

Quickly, she swarms away, more and more until she is in the safety of her room.

Her prey is long forgotten as she falls into her large bed, face flushed and an uncomfortable ache in her chest and between her legs.

She groans at both.

With her blush only increasing and embarrassment taking over her, she swarms out of her dress and tends to the sudden wetness between her thighs.

Cassandra doesn’t know why she’s even doing this! She shouldn’t!

It’s a waste of time!

She’s only doing this to scare you!

You deserve to be scared!

She’s just proving things to you!

She definitely isn’t doing this to receive words of praises from you again…!

Still, she holds the unattached leg of a maid tightly, her scalpel making clean cuts into the soft flesh.

"How is this cut for you?", is carved inside in no time. She knows, it’s petty! Hell! She’s feeling petty!

“Pretty cut, bla bla!”, she curses. “I’ll show you this cut!”

You will have to falter in fear with this one! How dare you not fear her?! She’s going to show you! She will give you reasons to be afraid!

A petty pout turns to a wide, excited grin, she drops the leg in front of your door and knocks her gloved knuckles against it quickly and hard.

She feels her excitement bubbling in her chest.

She resists the urge to giggle when she hears you move about and quickly swarms to the ceiling, her dark golden eyes wide and curious as she clings to the wall.

Cassandra nearly curses herself for the blush on her cheeks. Stupid, stupid blush!

She can’t stop thinking of your words from yesterday. Your praise…

Cassandra bites her lip hard as she frowns and pouts.

She isn’t doing this to hear you praise her work!

At last, you are outside the door. Cassandra frowns when you pick up the leg with no qualms at all. Not even a little shriek? She could groan and growl in her aggravation!

Then, her breath hitches when you read her message aloud, a small smirk on your lips: "How is this cut for you?". Your voice is pretty…you are.

Cassandra squeaks suddenly at your next choice of words.

"Aww, My lady is pretty cute"

She’s blushing hard again, her entire face warm and pink, all the way up to the tips of her ears!

Cute?!

Cute?!

CUTE?!

She hasn’t- she’s never- never had anybody-

Cassandra’s eyes widen when you look up, her swarm quickly flying away. She still hears your soft laughter and nearly swarms face first into a chandelier.

Cassandra hums to herself as she cleans her sickle of blood again, when she suddenly hears some unlucky maid walk down the steps to the basement. She grins in anticipation.

Ah, what poor, unfortunate soul have they sent to clean this time?

She walks slowly, yet finds herself frozen in her spot again when she realises it’s you.

You’re inspecting one of the maids, one Cassandra has just finished playing with. She gulps.

What’s going on in your mind? Why are you just watching in wonder?

She prays there will be no blush appearing on her face this time.

She straightens her posture a little, forcing herself to fall back in her confident, predatory state.

"Seeing your future, little maid?", she hums. Golden eyes flicker with excitement when you flinch and she hears your heartbeat rate increase.

Ah, she knew she could scare you! She smirks confidently and hums in delight as she steps closer to you.

"I make sure to keep her miserable as long as possible by-

"Making cuts that are painful but not mortal, absolute brilliant, nothing less of expert like you"

Cassandra feels flustered yet again. What? What?!

She stands with her lips parted, her words having died on her tongue. Thankfully, you aren’t facing her.

She feels her cheeks burning as your fingers graze her arm to move her aside, and in her shocked state, feels herself move back when you push her hip and arm gently.

She watches, dumbfounded, as you take a look around. You seem so curious! So admiring of her work! It’s making her feel so flustered!

She growls, quietly, as though demanding to stop her body from reacting this way! She already feels the pull in her chest and the ache between her legs, the warm feeling on her cheeks.

She recalls her sisters’s words and growls again. She does not have a crush!

Cassandra Dimitrescu does not get such silly things as crushes! Even on a goddess like you…

She watches with more curiosity than she’d like to admit as you inspect one of her recent victims, a man-thing, held up by hooks that go through his hands.

He’s gagged, to stifle his annoying whimpers and cries. Cassandra has grown tired of hearing them.

She tenses when you poke his broken legs and giggle to yourself.

"Very creative", you admire.

Cassandra, happy you aren’t facing her, pulls her hood all the way down in an attempt to stop and hide her blush.

She’s purring, but hopes you’re unable to hear it. For a moment, she hits her own chest, as though to make the purring stop.

Of course, it doesn’t.

Full of curiosity, it seems, you keep exploring.

Praises fall from your lips like droplets from a waterfall, each making Cassandra feel more and more flustered and needy. She shouldn’t be so flustered at this! And she definitely shouldn’t be getting turned on for this!

"Astounding"

"Visionary"

"Imaginative"

Her swarm buzzes so loud, she knows you must hear it soon. Upon finding you’re starting to turn around, she quickly grabs you as a swarm and carries you out the door.

This is a first, she thinks with a blush, Cassandra throwing someone out of the dungeons.

"Rude", you remark as she drops you rather ungracefully and disappears back down.

She swarms until she is able to shut a door behind her, her back sliding against it as she sinks to the floor.

Cassandra’s face is burning bright pink and her flies buzz all too happily. She wishes she could fight the large grin on her lips as she hugs herself and pulls her hood down to cover her face again.

In the following days and weeks, Cassandra can’t help but gift you more limbs.

She can’t help but want to shower you in gifts. You’re so…perfect…she thinks with a dreamy sigh.

Upon finding that human ones are often praised and returned to her, she opts for gifting you animal meat instead. This one, you praise her for too, knowing she is spying, and even cook!

She recalls a couple of her gifts for you

A deer leg with the words “you have pretty eyes” carved inside. She remembers nearly falling from her spot at the ceiling when you read it out loud and hummed: “Mhm, my favourite colour has always been a dark gold”

Those were her eyes!

Her blush only went away hours after you said that!

A boar heart. She spent hours looking for one and was so proud to gift it to you with the attached note written in blood: “Did you know they are the most similar to humans?”

She nearly gasped upon seeing the fond smile on your lips and hearing the pretty giggle.

A full, juicy bunny. “Small like you”, written in blood. She had blushed at the small that was pulled from you.

This goes on for a small while, until one day a group of hunters try to raid the castle and kill the monsters inside.

Of course, they pose no challenge to Cassandra at all!

She crackles in delight, even, at the opportunity to kill this many!

Still, she’s pouting angrily. Daniela has six already! Bela has five and a few spare limbs! And her? Cassandra has only caught four so far.

She curses under her breath. Why must she be slower than her sisters?! She trains by far harder than them! It’s unfair!

With a start as she looks at one of the dead maidens on the floor, she remembers you.

She realises, unlike her, your life is in danger! Was, seeing as the intruders are now taken care of.

Bodies, blood and all kind of gore is in the floors and the carpets of the castle. Cassandra is unbothered by it. She must find-

Golden, dark eyes widen in delight when she first smells, then sees you kneeling on the floor at the main hall.

You’re well! At least she assumes as much.

In her worry, Cassandra can’t help but pounce. She tackles you to the floor easily, her body on top of yours, her thighs on each side of your hips as she leans down to inspect your beautiful face.

"Are you okay?! Did they hurt you?! Tell me who-"

"I'm fine lady bela take care of them", you interrupt gently. She calms down a little, yet frowns again when she sees the three bodies piled on one another in the corner of the hall.

"You took three", she states, curious.

"Oh yeah, that reminds me" You point at the three bodies, and she follows it. They’re all of decent size, and she’s quite impressed that you were able to take them on.

Quite refreshing, for a human.

"They are all yours, Lady Cassandra"

Her eyes snap back to you in surprise.

Hers? A gift? For her?

She smells their blood when she inhales…they smell scrumptious! She wants to take them, so bad. Yet…

There is a rule among the three sisters, to avoid fights, or at the very least lessen them.

Only the prey they hunt can be eaten by them. No sharing, no taking another sister’s prey. She blushes as she is once again reminded of her pathetic four bodies.

Then, she perks up. With your three, this would make seven! She’d have caught the most!

She knows, she is stronger than them…just not faster.

"I killed them, so they are mine, but I’m not gonna eat them, so they are all yours”, you reason. Cassandra blushes again.

She eyes the corner with the pile of bodies and grins widely again. Yes! She accepts! Mother will be so proud! Her sisters will be envious!

You…are so painfully adorable, perfect, hot and make her feel so flustered…

She gasps audibly above you when you grasp her chin tightly.

She keeps staring at you, golden eyes wide when you lift your apron to her face and begin to clean the blood around her lips.

She feels your thumb slide across them and can’t help but attempt to press her thighs together- something that clearly does not work with your hips between them.

Her face is bright red, pink cheeks and tip of her ears, an entirely flushed and warm face.

“Cute”, you whisper, and she really wishes she could’ve stopped that squeak that came from her.

She gasps when your hand moves from her chin and grabs the back of her neck instead, and with wide eyes, she feels herself be yanked downwards and to your lips.

After a second or so, she at last catches up and eagerly returns your kiss.

She’s moaning and whimpering, panting against your lips. She’s so flustered, and yet can’t help but grin and hold onto your hips tightly.

"FINALLY, the pining was killing me!”

You and her jump at the sudden voice in the main hall.

She’s covering you with her body, as though to protect you from an attack.

Instead, Cassandra blinks when her warm cheeks are smudged by her younger sister’s palm.

Quickly, she snarls at her and rips her face free.

"SHUT UP, DANIELA!”

From there on, you’re in a relationship. Cassandra eagerly brings you more and more gifts and shows you her appreciation for your praise in just the right ways.

She appreciates, too, when you bring her gifts.

Often, these include bratty maidens or animals you find out in the garden. Sometimes, rarely, you find her a rose and dip it in blood for her. She’s blushing endlessly when it is gifted to her. It’s beautiful!

She sits next to Daniela, rolling her eyes and acting as though she isn’t listening when her sister tells her of her latest book.

Suddenly, you come into the library, dragging a maiden behind you. Her eyes sparkle in delight! Lunch and a gift!

"Knock first! I know you have manners", Daniela fumes.

Cassandra snickers. She coos at you and resists the urge to get up and cup your cheeks. Like hers, they are flushed red. Yet while hers is the result of feeling flustered, she feels your heart beat angrily.

Still, she teases eagerly.

"Aww, did my draga mea miss me so much?”, she coos.

You seem to ignore her words, but certainly not her.

Pride blooms in her chest as you walk up to the table and grip her sickle.

The maid you’re carrying is dropped, crying and begging as she attempts to get away from you and the two murderous sisters.

Daniela rolls her eyes when she hears Cassandra’s heart rate pick up. She just wanted to gossip!

“Oh!”, Cassandra gasps when you grab the crying woman’s head by her hair, pull out her tongue and cut it off swiftly.

She crosses her legs and pushes her thighs together harshly at the ache and sting of her clit.

Never has she seen something this arousing before. Her face is flushed bright pink and she’s panting from only watching you.

"AHH-UGH!”, the pathethic woman cries. Cassandra watches with a dark, sadistic glint in her eyes as you merely grab her again and bash her head against the floor.

Neither her, nor you mind Daniela’s groans about the beautiful floor of her beloved library.

One, two, three, four, five bashes. She is out, and Cassandra feels as though she is drooling and her lips are dry at the same time.

You drop the woman her and walked to the sadist, and she gasps again when you throw the sickle on the table.

All words are taken from her. She can only look at you, her cheeks bright red and pink, her eyes wide and sparkling with love, admiration and arousal.

“Mgmph!”, she moans as her grin is grabbed and you kiss her deeply until she is panting. She feels the blush on her face just grow bigger and warmer at your actions and whimpers at the embarrassing purrs that come from her chest.

Cassandra bites her bruised lip as her gloved hand is grabbed by you, and smiles almost shyly when the tongue of the maimed woman is dropped in her hand.

She’s crying on the floor, bloodied and unable to move. She knows, if she did, Cassandra would be on her within seconds.

"Here my love, a snack", you speak softly. Cassandra blushes even more. She’s thankful Daniela seems to have taken her leave.

She moans when you kiss her again, your warm tongue inside her mouth and dominating hers easily.

She whimpers, almost, when you let go of her and only cup her bright pink, warm cheek.

You brush her hair behind her ear, and Cassandra feels too flustered to meet your eyes for a moment.

"I still have duties to attend, I’ll see you later, draga”, you coo, and she nearly whines again. The pressure between her legs is becoming nearly unbearable. How can you make such a display and then attempt to leave her to her own devices?!

She knows, she must look like a lovesick puppy. No better than Daniela. Oh, but she can’t help it at all!

She grabs your wrist quickly when you turn around, and blushes harder under your gaze. You’re smirking at her when you turn back to her.

“Don’t go…”, she breathes out, her thighs spreading a little. Her head spins when you inhale and kneel before her, your hand boldly squeezing her thigh through the fabric of her dress.

It seems, your duties can wait. They must!

“I-I’m your superior”, she breathes out. “You have different duties to attend to, now”, she adds.

You smirk at the panting woman, and Cassandra bites her lip at your hum.

“If my Lady wishes so…”, you whisper back, a sly smirk on your beautiful lips.

Suddenly, Cassandra feels herself be yanked off the cushioned sofa and onto the floor. She jumps when you lean close, your hand grabbing the crying woman’s bloodied chin.

“You best watch now, bitch. This is the closest you’re getting to your goal, you filth!”

She whimpers at the arousing scene, though feels puzzled. What? She doesn’t quite understand.

“What do you- YA!”, she shrieks when her hair is grabbed by you and you spread your legs.

Pulling down your underwear and tugging up your skirt, you push Cassandra’s head between your thighs.

She moans, your scent is making her feel lightheaded.

“Start, Cass. We don’t have all day”

She presses her thighs together harshly. She’s so wet, she feels it even through her entirely soaked, black panties.

Cassandra jumps when she notices you step on the squirming woman’s lower back, trapping her in place as you grant her a view of Cassandra’s tongue lapping at your folds.

She blushes at this, but knows: the woman won’t last. She will serve her as a snack after the meal she is having just now.

“Mghmm”, she moans, her eyes closing and her hands resting on your thighs.

Cassandra can’t help but thrust her hips forwards as she drags her tongue through your wet folds. She wants- needs- you so bad. And you seem to be in a similar state.

You’re utterly soaked for her, your pussy drooling your arousal and love for her. She’s panting as she licks you over and over again, before she at last wraps her lips around your clit.

Sharp moans and your nails digging into her head are her reward. She moans loudly, the vibrations of her against your clit only adding to the pleasure she grants you.

“Go-ood, keep going”, she hears you groan. You tug her hair sometimes, and she moans at each move.

Cassandra squirms and gasps, sucking and licking your lips all too eagerly.

“Mhmmmn, mhhnnnm”, she moans.

She feels you grind your core against her face, your hips shaking lightly.

The pathethic cries of the woman only fuel her further and add to the dripping wet arousal between her own thighs.

“Mhnnngn, she’s wonderful at this..!”, you groan, and she blushes and squirms again.

She hasn’t got a clue what the maid has done to deserve your wrath, but doesn’t care either. All she can focus on, is your quivering thighs.

With another broad lick across your southern lips, she collects more of your wetness.

“G-Good, so clo-ose”, you moan, and it’s music to her ears. She feels even more shameful and aroused when she pushes her clothed core against your leg, her soaked, panty covered clit rubbing against your ankle as she ruts against you.

She hears you chuckle breathlessly at this. She’s so needy, so pent up…

As her gloved fingertips dig into you slightly and she sucks your clit a little harder, she feels you orgasm against her lips.

Cassandra moans with you, her back arched and her tongue eagerly lapping her remaining meal.

“C’mere…”, you moan, and she obeys eagerly.

With a single pull and push, it’s now her who is smushed against the cushions. Yet, her cheeks burn hotly. Unlike you, she isn’t sitting.

She’s bent over, her chest and face against the cushions, her behind sticking out for you.

She digs her fingertips into the soft material of the sofa when you lift her dress and tear her black, partly transparent tights easily.

“Y-Yes…!”, she groans, eyes rolling to the back of her head at your rough actions. She knows, she’s right on the edge and utterly drenched for you.

“Good girl”, you praise as you tug her black panties off. She feels the air of the room hit her cunt for a mere moment and whimpers in embarrassment when you place your index and middle finger on one southern lip each, then pull them apart to reveal her completely.

Her face burns and her pussy drools.

“See that?”, you pant. She assumes you aren’t talking to her and it’s making her feel even hotter.

“That’s all mine, you fucking bitch. Don’t you forget that ever again!”, you curse. She squirms, and moans hotly when she feels your tongue drag through her soft folds.

Her back is arched and her thick thighs quiver, her fat ass shaking when you slap it playfully.

Cassandra feels so good, right there from all your beautiful teasing and demonstrations.

She moans hotly when a finger is pushed inside of her, then a second follows.

Her pussy grips you tightly, and a wet, squelching sound is heard with each thrust inside.

“A-Ah! Ye-es!! Don’t stop!”, she moans, her voice high pitched and loud. She groans and moans when she feels your lips wrap around her clit and suck it harshly into your mouth.

“Mhnnnm! F-Fuck! Yes yes! YES!”, she screams.

Your fingers thrust in and out of her fast, rubbing her warm insides and curling at her G-Spot as they thrust.

Cassandra sees stars when your teeth graze past her clit.

Soon, by far too fast for her to feel as though she has any of her dignity left, she cums on your fingers and feels a soft pair of kisses pressed against her thighs.

“That’s it, my Cassandra”

Her head spins at the possessiveness in your voice.

[marvelobsessed134]

Plaything

Pairings: Vince Neil x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, overstimulation, use of a gag, vibrator, degradation, dom!vince, sub!reader and I think that’s it.

Summary: Vince wants to play with his girl

Vince has always liked to completely dominate you and humiliate you. So it’s no surprise when you came home to him setting various toys on the bed.

“Oh,” he said casually, “you’re finally home.” The glint in his eyes was dangerous, almost predatory as he stalked towards you.

You gulped, “Vinnie, I’m pretty tired I don’t know-“ he gripped your chin, “You’re gonna let me play with you like the good little slut you are.” You nodded timidly, scared what would happen if you disobeyed.

Your pussy was soaking wet by the time he put the gag in your mouth, securing it tightly. Your hands were bound behind your back, a vibrator sitting in your core. Part of it stuck out and touched your clit.

You sat on your knees, looking up a the singer. He smirked before pressing a button on the remote. Immediately you jolted at the vibrations both hitting your g spot and clit.

Vince loved to laugh at you, play with you like this. He got such a kick out of it. The blonde set the setting higher, making you feel overwhelmed. You squirmed as you felt your orgasm approach you. Your moans and cries were muffled.

Vince was sitting on the chair in the room, facing you, manspreading with the remote casually in his hand. “Go on, baby.” He said, “Go ahead and cum.”

You felt that familiar overwhelming sensation as you came. You tried to catch your breath, laying down on the floor. The vibrations got lower, then got higher once again. Already feeling overstimulated, you sobbed. Rolling around the floor, kicking your legs. Vince was cracking up.

“Look at you, dumb little thing.” He laughed.

You looked at him with glossy eyes, begging for him to stop. But all he did was set it higher.

You banged your head lightly on the carpeted floor. “Poor baby.” Your boyfriend cooed. Finally, he turned it off and walked over to you. He took the gag and vibrator out of you and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips that were drenched with drool. He caressed your chin, “Thank you for letting me play with you baby.”

He then helped you get cleaned up and ready for bed.

[after-witch]

Horrorfest: Pumpkin Carving [Yandere Derek Goffard x Reader]

Title: Pumpkin Carving [Yandere Derek Goffard x Reader]

Synopsis: Derek is a stickler for traditions.

For Horrorfest request:

Derek + carving a jack-o-lantern face into his captive's chest

Word count: 884

Notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, violence against reader, blood, knives

Your jaw aches from how much you’ve clenched your teeth in the last twenty minutes--or has it been longer? You sometimes count seconds in your mind during moments like this, but you’re probably off--to avoid screaming. Or begging. Though you know that he wants to hear both of them in spades, as if he hasn’t already gotten his fill of your screams and tears and blood.

But Derek, if anything, is a spoiled asshole incarnate. No matter how much he has, no matter how much he gets--how much he takes--he wants more. And more. And more. 

Maybe that’s why he presses particularly harder onto the center of your chest, slicing the knife down and wiggling it around to widen the wound so that the pain is too sharp, too new, to ignore. 

And you finally slip, your teeth throbbing when you finally release your jaw to cry out--

“Fuck!”

Above you, Derek snickers. 

“Took you long enough, didn’t it?” 

The dam is broken now, and you can’t help the whimpers, the grunts, the pitiful cries that bubble past your dry lips as he hums and continues carving a pattern onto your chest. 

“Don’t move so much,” he tells you, leaning backwards to take in his work-in-progress. “If you fuck this up, I’ll have to find some other way to celebrate Halloween tonight.” You didn’t want him to find some ‘other way,’ although you sincerely doubted this was all he had planned anyway, so you resolve to keep your body as still as possible.

That’s what you're good for--listening to what Derek tells you. 

He’d told you to lay down on the floor earlier, and you did. You weren’t wearing a shirt today (he told you not to bother putting one on in the morning, which meant your stomach was on edge all day, anticipating what was going to happen) so all he had to do was straddle you, pull out the knife, and get to work slicing and dicing.

For once, he’s not using his favorite hunting knife on you, but a sharp, bright orange pumpkin carving knife he had one of the butlers pick up from the supermarket. It's the type of knife you used on pumpkins, back before all this. The kind with a cute little pumpkin on the handle.

You should, theoretically, be grateful that he’s not using the hunting knife. Then he’d be going deeper than he currently is, though it still hurts like hell. It is meant to cut through thick pumpkin flesh, after all. And it is cutting through flesh… yours.

You never get used to any of it. The pain. The scent of your own blood. The way your arms begin to feel heavy after a while from the blood loss. The awful stinging, aching, throbbing that echoes through whatever wound he’s creating anew on your flesh. 

Eventually, he’s satisfied, because he sets down the knife and drags you to your feet. You don’t struggle against him as he pulls you towards the floor-length mirror set-up in front of his walk-in closet door. 

You don’t really see it at first. There’s too much blood. Oozing and dripping down onto the carpet, ensuring the maids would have something special to do tonight. 

Derek sighs and grabs one of his shirts that he’d previously tossed on the floor this morning. He wipes away the blood, ignoring the way you curse and sway on your feet, with the silken material.

It’s a jack o’lantern. 

Big enough that the round edges of the pattern skirt against your nipples, bringing the sting close enough that you thought, briefly, he might just cut through them. Mercifully he didn’t, but if you were being cynical (and you were, all the time) it was likely so that they didn’t lose any sensitivity in the future.

It’ll scar, though. Especially with the jagged cuts he’s created. Unless he gets the plastic surgeon his family keeps on tap to come in and take care of it, although you’ve heard the man tsk at Derek’s requests before, mumbling that he’s a doctor, not a miracle worker.

At least he’s had his fun here. Maybe he’ll want to go get drunk with his “friends” tonight and come back too inebriated to do much more. Though Derek has no real friends, you’ve realized, because people are only around him for his money. Or because they’re being held captive, like you. Or because they have to be, like his family, who only stays on this estate (you’ve gathered, from Derek’s ranting) due to their father’s obsessive control over his children. 

“Almost finished,” he says, spinning you around a little in the mirror. “Just needs that finishing touch.” 

“What do you mean?” Your own voice sounds like it’s muffled, spoken through wool and tinny ringing. It never gets easier, no matter how much he hurts you. There’s always the shock that comes with the pain. That’s something you’ve learned quite well. 

He scoffs, like you’re stupid. Then he smiles  at you in the way you hate the most, that smug, awful, sticky looking smile.

”It’s not a jack o’lantern if it’s not lit up, is it?”

He pats your head like you’re a dog.

“I’ll be right back with some candles.” 

[mac-and-thefox]

Some soft regressed ghoul comfort for @sphylor. This is my first time attempting writing regression, I hope its okay 💙

Aether and Swiss caring for a regressed Dew and Mountain during a thunderstorm, a little bit of angst but mostly comfort.

CW: fear of storms, regressed ghouls, non-verbal regression

Comforts of Home

A clap of thunder rang through Aether's room and woke him with a start. The sky was dark, with huge, roiling clouds overtaking the sky. A cold wind blew through the room, bringing the damp promise of an autumn storm with it.

A sudden flash of lightning, followed by another massive jolt of thunder filled Aether's senses as the old stone building shook under the wrath of the storm. The smell of Ozone filled his nose.

Aether removed the book laying face down on his chest and glanced at the clock. Just past 4:30 in the afternoon. He must have dozed off while reading. He swung his legs off the bed and made his way to the window to close it.

As the latch clicked shut and the sound of howling wind muted, Aether's ears twitched at a distressed, high pitch whine coming from down the hallway. His tail tensed, coiling up tight as the smell of charred wood filtered into the room.

More thunder boomed through the abbey, followed by another frightened cry, this time accompanied by the distressed scent of mildew and wood rot.

Aether padded to the door and stepped out into the hallway. The two distinct scents were stronger there, as were the cries and whines. His ears drooped against his head at the sound; he needed to check on Dewdrop, as he knew the fire ghoul could regress quite small when frightened, especially at a time like this. As he made his way down the hallway, a door opened and Swiss poked his head out.

“I’m going to check on Dew,” Aether said, wincing at the booming crash of more thunder.

Swiss nodded and walked in the direction Aether had come from, slipping through the door with the distinct earth symbol.

Aether stood in front of Dew’s door and knocked quietly.

“Dew? Are you alright?”

He was met with a whine and an overwhelming wall of distress and charred wood.

Aether opened the door softly and stepped inside. The room was dark and cold, the fire in the hearth burned out. A flash of lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating the room and revealing a small, shaking figure curled up in a ball on the floor.

Aether approached the ball slowly to see Dew cowering on the carpet, curled around a teddy bear that was almost the same size as him.

“Hi Bug, everything is gonna be okay. Can I come closer?” Aether spoke softly, crouching slowly down to Dew’s level.

Dew hesitantly unwound himself from the teddy bear, peering at Aether with big, wet eyes. His lower lip quivered and he whimpered quietly as he reached out for Aether, making little grabby hands in his direction.

Aether scooched over to him, sitting on the floor next to the fire ghoul and leaning up against the bed.

Dew crawled into his lap, tucking his head under Aether’s chin and curling up against his chest.

Aether rubbed Dew’s back in small circles, humming and purring softly.

Another peal of thunder caused Dew to jump and curl further into himself, whining quietly, clapping his hands over his ears and burying his head into Aether’s chest, eyes screwed tightly shut.

“Aef…m’scared…is to’loud..”

Dew was too small to understand what was happening. He couldn’t understand that he was still safe, despite the storm raging outside the window.

Aether brought a hand to Dew’s head, running his fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp, holding the fire ghoul close to him.

“Oh love, I’m not going to let anything happen to you. You are safe and warm right here in my arms.”

Dew looked up at him through wet lashes, sniffling. His tail curled around his own arm and Dew rubbed his cheek against the spade in an attempt at self-soothing.

“Don’ like da t’under…fell outa bed. Arm is ouchie…”

Aether took Dew’s slender arm in his hand, examining it. It was nothing more than a bruised elbow, but Aether let his quintessence gently reach out and wick away the soreness. He gave the offending elbow a soft kiss to seal the deal.

“There we go, Bug. All better now, hmm?”

Dew nodded into Aether’s chest, suckling softly on the spade that had wandered its way into his mouth.

Aether held Dew close to his chest, rocking the little ghoul slowly back and forth, purring in his chest. He placed a finger under Dew’s chin, lifting his head gently to look at him.

“Tell you what, Bug, why don’t we go down the hallway and join Swiss and Mounty, hmm? We can all snuggle together in Mounty’s big bed. Would you like that?”

Dew nodded, eyes still big, but shaking subsided.

“Uhuhh...wanna be with Swissy an’ Mounty..can we, pwetty p’ease?” He mumbled around the spade in his mouth.

Aether leaned in and gave the fire ghoul a kiss on the forehead.

“Of course, love. Hold on tight, okay?”

Aether stood slowly, allowing Dew to wrap himself around Aether’s torso koala style. Dew laid his head on Aether’s shoulder, still suckling quietly on his tail as the two made their way down the hallway and into Mountain’s room.

The room was awash with the glow from the fire lit in the hearth. They found the two ghouls in Mountain’s bed. The Earth giant was curled up with his head on Swiss’ chest while the Multi ghoul held him close, singing a song quietly in Spanish. Their heads turned towards the sound of Aether and Dew entering the room.

Mountain, seeing Dew cradled in Aether’s arms, squeaked out a sad whine and reached out towards him, eyes big and a little spacey.

Aether set Dew gently on the bed. The little ghoul crawled over to Mountain, curling up together with him. The two rubbed noses, bumping horns together softly before burrowing underneath the warm soft furs, chirping quietly to each other.

Aether laid down on the other side of them, looking over at Swiss.

“He’s still non-verbal. This storm really scared him bad,” Swiss whispered, not wanting to disturb the two ghouls curled around each other between him and Aether.

Aether nodded, looking out the window at the courtyard below. The branches on the trees were being shaken every which way, leaves scattering everywhere as the wind howled on.

Another jolt of lightning, followed by the subsequent boom sent Mountain and Dew deep under the covers, whimpering out small mewls and cries as the shaking recommenced.

Aether rose from the bed and walked to the window, closing the heavy drapes, muffling the sound and hiding the flashes of light outside.

Swiss leaned over and slowly uncovered the two. Mountain and Dew peered up at him, tears in their eyes. Mountain whimpered, lower lip quivering.

“Swissy…make da soun’ stop… is scary..” Dew cried, trying to burrow under Mountain’s arm as the two tried to curl as close to each other as possible.

Aether laid back down next to Dew. He and Swiss exchanged looks and silent words before scooching in as close as they could to the two frightened ghouls in the middle. They wrapped their arms and tails around the two, providing a grounding touch as they began purring deep in their chests.

Swiss rubbed Mountain’s back, channeling some of his fire into the now formed pile, warming the group in an effort at comfort.

“I know these sounds and flashes are scary, I'm so sorry, my loves. You and Mounty are being such brave ghouls right now. We are so proud of you.”

Aether leaned in and gave Dew a kiss to the back of his head.

“We can stay here and cuddle as long as you two like. We don’t have to go anywhere or do anything that you don’t want to.”

Dew turned into Aether’s arms, nuzzling under his chin. Aether’s arms were always the safest place in the world to him. Even though he was little, and even though he was scared, he knew that Aether would always protect him no matter what.

Swiss drew Mountain back against his chest, holding the earth ghoul gently in his embrace.

“We would never let anything happen to you, Sapling,” he murmured into Mountain’s chestnut waves.

Mountain wound his tail around Swiss’ hand, snuffling with the beginnings of a tentative purr as he burrowed deeper into Swiss’ arms, closing his eyes.

They laid that way for a time, taking comfort in each other's warmth and presence. Slowly, the distressed smell of charred wood and mildew was replaced with warm cinnamon apples and dewey pine.

A gurgle rose up from the middle of the pile. Dew raised his head, a slight frown on his small face.

“Aef…me an Moun’y are gettin’ kinda hungwy..”

Mountain peaked over Dew’s shoulder, nodding with a slight chirp.

Aether smiled, sitting up slightly.

“Are my two ghouls hungry? I can hear your rumbly bellies from over here,”

Dew ducked his head and giggled as Aether gave him a nuzzle on his cheek.

Mountain touched Dew softly on the arm, chittering quietly into his ear before snuggling back into Swiss’ protective embrace.

“Moun’y saids he wan’s some’a dat soup dat Cum’lus made,” Dew declared as Mountain nodded solemnly over his shoulder in agreement.

“Da soup wiv…wiv…duno the word Aef,”

Aether tilted his head, smiling softly at the two ghouls in the middle of the pile.

“You mean the….Butternut Squash soup?”

Dew’s eyes light up in recognition.

“Yeah! Dat soup,”

Aether pulled the covers back and climbed out of Mountain’s bed. He stood, facing the three remaining ghouls before putting his hands on his hips and scowling slightly in mock seriousness.

“Okay you two, I will go get us some dinner. We can eat in here, but you have to promise to be very careful. No spills, okay?”

He was met with enthusiastic nods and chirps. Swiss grinned from behind the two Littles.

“I’ve got the two terrors, go forth and bring us sustenance, Aeth.”

“Not terrors, Swissy!! We’re good ghouls, righ’ Moun’y?”

Aether closed the door softly, trying like hell to conceal his laughter as Dew squawked his indignation at the Multi ghoul.

He made his way to the kitchen, loading up a tray with four bowls of the rich, spiced soup, along with four slices of warm, home-baked bread.

Upon his return to Mountain’s room, Aether was met with a sight that melted his heart. Mountain and Dew were wrapped up in each other’s arms, fast asleep. Their tails twined together and they rubbed their horns together in their slumber as they snuffled softly. Their faces finally smooth and peaceful, awash with the warm glow from the fire.

Swiss looked up from his phone at the sound of Aether quietly clicking the door shut.

“They zonked out while you were gone. I say we let them sleep, they both need the rest.”

Aether placed the tray on Mountain’s desk and climbed back into bed behind the lightly snoring fire ghoul, snuggling in close as Swiss settled back in behind Mountain.

It was still early, dinner could wait.

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anxiety | bless the broken road series

pairing: dad!jack hughes x fem!reader

warning(s): mention/depiction of house fire & children’s death, new mother anxiety, established relationship, i’m not sure what else

word count: 1.0k

author’s note: this one is pretty sad, at least, me personally, i cried a few times while writing it. if you’re looking for a song to enhance the mood, i listened to Tin Lover by The Paper Kites, and Wash by Bon Iver while writing this. please let me know what you thought of this, or really, how you’re feeling about the au so far, i’d love to hear your thoughts or constructive criticisms. sending my love. go canucks! —mari

The house lay in a heavy silence, interrupted only by the soft, rhythmic breathing of the twins in their cribs. There you sat, perched in a cozy chair tucked into the corner of the room, the gentle glow of a nightlight in the nearby outlet casting a soft illumination across your face. It had been two am. when you'd dashed down the hallway to the twins' room, shaken by a terrible nightmare, but in the current hushed depths of the night, you weren't sure what time it was.

Despite your best efforts, the drowsiness that lingered in the corners of your mind proved irresistible, and your heavy eyelids fell closed once more, sleep to washing over you again as you fall slumped in the chair.

Jack and Luke crept into the house, their footsteps soft against the hardwood floors, conscious of the late hour. As they exchanged quiet goodnight wishes, Luke turned toward his own room, while Jack made his way to the twins' nursery. Jack's steps slowed to a near halt as he entered the dimly lit room, where he didn't anticipate finding you huddled in the corner, light snores escaping your lips.

With quick footsteps, Jack gently lowered his bags to the floor near the doorway, first making his way to Stephen's crib. A soft smile graces his face as he looks down at his beautiful son, dressed in a Winnie the Pooh onesie, slumbering peacefully. Carefully, he crossed the room to check on Adler, who was also lost in a deep, serene slumber. Jack's eyes then turned toward you, their warmth softening as they settled on the bags under your eyes, illuminated by the gentle nightlight.

A worried frown tugs at Jack's lips as he bends down in front of you, his rough palms resting on your knees. He gently shakes you, causing you to stir, your eyes darting open. In a startled panic, you spring out of the chair, your voice hushed as you gasped, "The babies!"

Startled by your sudden movements, Jack stumbles backward, landing softly on the carpeted floor before swiftly getting back on his feet. He pulls you into a reassuring, tight embrace and whispers softly, "It's okay, baby, it's just me."

Your arms instinctively envelop him, as if it were second nature. A series of deep breaths escape your lips, your chest heaving as you seek to regain composure. Jack runs his hand soothingly along your back, while whispering soft words into your ear. In his embrace, you gradually surrender to your pent-up emotions, the tears you'd been holding back throughout the week finally spilling from your eyes. They trickle down your cheeks, landing gently on his shoulder.

As you break away from him, he notices the glistening trails left by your tears. His thumbs move swiftly, wiping them away, his gentle touch framing your flushed face. Your voice quivers as you struggle to speak through the midst of your sobs. "I-I've been having terrible dreams," you managed to stutter out, the hiccups breaking up your words.

Jack shakes his head, a bewildered expression crossing his face. Despite the calls, texts, and FaceTime sessions, you hadn't mentioned a single word about these bad dreams or sleep troubles. It left Jack completely and utterly perplexed.

He moves some stray curls of your eye line, tucking them behind your ear. "What?"

"The babies," you choke out, "I can't save them."

Jack wipes your tears again, exhaling a deep breath himself. "Sweetheart, I don't understand."

Your voice quivers as you recount the vivid nightmare, your words laced with fear and sorrow. "You're on a road trip, and there's a fire, and I can't get to them," you whimper, your voice trailing off into a quiet sob. You take a moment to regain your composure before continuing, your voice shaking. "They're in another room, and I can't get to them because there's a line of fire blocking the door." Jack's heart shatters into a million pieces as he listens to your harrowing dream. Tears well up in his eyes, and he can hardly contain his own emotions.

"But I can hear them crying. I can hear them crying, and I can't get to them." Jack instinctively pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you in a protective embrace as you let your tears flow freely onto his chest. Silent tears streamed down his face as he held you, sharing in your pain and fear.

“I couldn’t save our babies, Jack.”

He finds himself at a loss for words, unsure of how to provide the comfort you needed in this moment. He had never experienced anything like this before, and the weight of your distress weighed heavily on him. The guilt he already felt about leaving on a road trip for the first time was now compounded by the knowledge that you had been plagued by such dreadful nightmares about the babies. This emotional pain was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and he felt utterly helpless as you stood in his grasp.

Sniffling, he gently disengages from your embrace and clears his throat, his voice filled with warmth and concern. "How about we move the twins into our room tomorrow?" he suggests, his eyes searching for any sign of relief in your tearful gaze.

Your head bobs eagerly in agreement. While you can't be certain if it will completely banish the nightmares, the thought of having the twins closer brings you a sense of comfort. "I would really like that."

That night, the two of you found yourselves nestled in the middle of the room, flanked by the twin cribs, creating an improvised bed using pillows and the comforter from your own bed. Jack began to share stories from his recent road trip, his words whispered softly against your chest, while your fingers traced soothing patterns on his scalp, gently tugging at the ends of his hair. The dim light in the room cast a warm, comforting glow, enveloping you both in a cocoon of shared intimacy.

Your sleep, although brief due to the early needs of the twins for a change and feeding, was the most restful you had experienced in weeks. With Jack by your side and your precious babies in close proximity, you finally felt a sense of contentment. The abnormal worrying that had plagued your nights remained a mystery to you, whether it was common concern among new mothers or something more profound, you still weren’t sure. However, you took solace in the fact that you wouldn't have to face it alone, knowing that Jack would be there every step of the way.

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riding Aaron after work

Smut below the cut

warnings: Porn without plot (Minors DNI or fkn else), PIV sex, dom Aaron, degradation, cream pie, fucking from behind, rough sex kinda

written very quickly as it came to me when I was procrastinating sorry for any spelling error

Word count: short

"Oh, Aaron, fuck, yes" you said in time with bounces on his cock.

After a long, tiring day in the BAU doing paper work, you were grateful that Aaron followed you home most days. Because currently you lay on the floor of your living room, riding your unit chief's cock as he meets you halfway with his upward thrusts. The sound you your wet pussy squelching and skin slapping filled the room along with both of your desperate moans as you chased each other's highs.

"Jesus Chist, do you hear how wet you are for me sweetheart?" He gripped your hips, holding you in place as he thrust up, hard. One, two, three, four times his hips slammed into yours as his cock assaulted the sensitive inner walls of your pussy, sending waves of heat and pleasure through your body, down to your toes and up to your cheeks that stained red. "Do you like being my good little slut? Huh? Just wanna make daddy feel good, is that it?”

He flipped you both over before grabbing your ankles and turning you to lay face down on the carpet and your hips raised in the air just enough to give him access to the most intimate part of you.

He ran his hands all over your bottom and the backs on your thighs. He was kissing your ass cheeks as his right hand found your dripping pussy and that then wound back to give it a smack. You cried out as he said "Answer me,"

"Yes, fuck yes" He suddenly thrust his full length, filling her up from behind.

He began a deep and punishing rhythm, eliciting pornographic moans from you as his cock hit your cervix and the deeper spot beyond, causing you you seize around him and cry out. “Gonna let daddy use this sweet little pussy how I want it?”

"Ah! Oh my god, yes.” You said through panting breath “Just wanna be your little slut, daddy, yes"

You were drowning in pleasure as his cock abused your pussy, his grunting and groaning the soundtrack to your orgasm.

"Is my good little slut gonna come all over my cock, huh?" said hotch as his hand snuck around your hip and in between your legs to rub circles around your clit, which broke the dam.

Your pussy clamped down on him as you cried out. Feeling your whole body contract as he filled you up with his hot seed while holding your hip with a grip sure to leave bruises.

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Not just one but two, ARISU lost two important people in his lives. A death of two close friends is as painful as a death of a relative - painful. Made aware of his own suffering in silence, you kept sticking by his side, keeping him grounded and reminding him that the games doesn't wait for anyone, that no one is going to save themselves except their own selves.

So when the 10 of Hearts game commenced inside the Beach, losing you mid way of the game and catching sight of a similar beach wear like yours, body laying lifelessly down on the red carpeted floor, Arisu felt like the hollowness in him is resurfacing; ready to suck in all the life out of him.

As Usagi kept dragging him out of the burning facade, all he could think of were the words he wished he could have told you. All the unspoken words that will forever be unspoken.

"There you are!" He hears your soft voice speaking to him, whipping his head to look at you, giving you a kind of look.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You asks, chuckling. "Hey, don't look at me like I'm a ghost!" You chuckle again.

With no words spoken, the tears that he has been holding in finally fell down and cascaded his face, arms thrown around your frame, hugging you tightly.

He didn't want to be swallowed by that hollowing feeling anymore. He's gone through a lot. He didn't want to be hollow anymore. With you, he'll be fine. And he'll like that just fine.

At a game like this, CHISHIYA wonders why do you have to play the role of a hero and save others when they barely save yours? No matter how much you reason with him, no matter how much logical thinking and reasoning he's making, he just couldn't understand you.

And maybe, that's what made him fall for you. An exact opposite of him. Opposite do attract, as they say. Opposites yet each other filling the gaps of what the other needs. To say the least, a perfect match.

Almost being fallen over a burning debris and rushing out of the burning building, he will scold you once getting out and into safety. Telling you to quit your little heroic actions.

"What about me? Did you think of me when you were almost getting fallen over? If you want to save lives, think of me too."

He knows it's a selfish request, but a part of him will die if you do. You may have fallen for him first but he fell harder. He loves you so much and the mere thought of you dying will leave him crushed.

Nevermind if something happened to him, NIRAGI cares more for your well being than his. Raging inside the burning building, looking for at the bodies and making sure you aren't one of them.

Though yours isn't in the main lobby, what are the odds that yours could be somewhere in the rooms? Body having already engulfed in flames? Niragi's stunned on the outside but freaking out on the inside.

That can't be. His sweet petal can't die on him. He has so much to give them.

And as he gets out of the burning building with Aguni and seeing your well being outside, he'd let himself be weak and fall into his knees, crying and pouring his heart out.

Expect that Niragi won't leave you alone after that!

KUINA would look back and watch as the flames engulf the rest of the infrastructure, the blazing orange color reflecting against her face as she cried softly and heartbreaking.

She is like a bird who's cage door has finally been open, left for the bird to fly away and freely, regaining it's freedom. But she didn't want that. She wanted you alive and by her side. But it looks like, it's not happening.

Ann had never seen her cry like that before. And it is heart breaking to see her cry like that. Hearing her mutter "I'm sorry" multiple times under her breath.

"Hm? Who are you sorry for?"

Kuina would stop from her cries and slowly turn her head to look up at you, peering down at her face.

"I'm sorry I couldn't join you on the way out! I tripped and my foot suddenly began to cramp." You say, giving her a soft smile. "Sorry for making you worried!"

Kuina's young and you being her first love, she'll do anything to keep you safe.

He may appear calm but KARUBE is ready to kill anyone who harms you in any way they could think of.

He's naturally caring towards you, Arisu and Chota. And the thought him losing you is going to be too much for him to bear. Not when the ring he planned to use to propose to you is already tucked inside the safety of his pocket.

But to figure out that he doesn't have much time left and he's going to die in some place like this with you? Karube already considers going down with you. Not letting death be the reason why you two will separate.

A part of him would be so upset at the situation, he wanted to see you in white and hear people start calling you by his last name. But it looks like...he'll never be able to see and hear those. Nothing but a dying wish.

"You guys! I finally figured how to win! Come out of your hiding spots and trust me!" He hears your voice in his headset, a spark of hope igniting in him.

Maybe, this isn't where he bows down just yet.

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Pairing: Eyeless Jack x Fem! Reader

Content/Warning: Stalker!Jack, Brief Mention of Torture, Brief Suggestive Content (no smut), Character Death

Note: I had this somewhere in my docs and I need something to post now. Art found on Instagram, could also be found on Tumblr by @angrytyrantgentlemen (PART 2)

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A hand fell through her hair, caressing it gently like it would shatter in seconds. He couldn’t help but catch a whiff of her hair. The same shampoo she always used filled his strong senses. The scent was engraved in his head due to how often he has been in her room. It was a euphoric scent. 

He couldn’t help but continue to glide his claws through her hair, he made a mental note of how soft it was. 

How long has he been there? Watching, touching her? He couldn’t remember when he entered her house, or how he ended up next to her. He couldn’t care. He was enchanted by the beauty that lay peacefully. She was so vulnerable to him. Something stirred up in him, a primal instinct?

--

Air-popped from your arms when you propped up from your bed— another exhausting night. Sleep is relaxing for everyone— everyone but you. The feeling of being watched was always there. You weren’t sure if you were afraid of someone or if it was all the movies you’d been watching. 

You yawned, mentally preparing yourself for the day ahead of you. You stumbled out of bed and began the long day ahead of you. 

You picked up the toothbrush to brush your teeth until you heard your phone ring from your room. The phone rang until you picked it up. “Hello?” You murmured, noticing it was your boyfriend’s mother calling you. A frantic cry was heard on the other side, “Is Griffin with you?” She was breathing heavily. You raised an eyebrow at no one, “No? I thought he was visiting you.” You carefully formed your words. 

She cried at your words, “It’s true then!” What’s true?

You repeated your mental question out loud, “What’s true? What happened?” The sound of panic is heard in your voice. You paced around your room in anticipation— it was starting to eat you alive. She was known to be a calm and collected woman, so why was she freaking out? She choked back a sob before she said anything. Anyone can tell that she was slowly breaking down inside. “Griff-Griffin! He’s been murdered!” She cried. 

It took ten seconds for her words to sink in. The toothbrush that you held in your hand fell with a small thud against the carpeted floor. Your mind is blanked out, staring at the wall in front of you. Nothing could be heard, the sound of static filled your head. 

“You’re lying. I just saw him yesterday!” You were quick to deny her. Instead of sadness clouding your judgment, it was anger and rage.

You hung up before she could answer back. Your phone could be found on the other side of the room where you threw it. All of your memories of Griffin played through your head— the bad, good, the funny, and the sad memories that you both made are down the drain. 

Your phone buzzed. The screen lit up. Your eyes darted up to the screen— it took all your strength to move your body. Unlocking your phone, an unknown number texted you. 

Seems like poor Griffin is gone...

Your eyebrows furrowed in disgust. The number gave a mocking text. 

That’s not funny. 

The text finally made your brain understand the situation. All of your emotions came down at once. Tears drop from your eyes, and your face feels hot. Your knees buckled— dropping down to kneel on the bedroom floor. You sobbed into your hands, this feeling of sadness felt surreal. How were you going to get through this? Your tears dropped onto your phone making it light up. From your cloudy vision, you can see that the unknown number replied to you. 

With a trembling hand, you gripped your phone tightly. You swiped into your phone and looked at the text. Due to your blurry vision, you couldn’t make out the words until you wiped your tears against your sleeve.

But it’s so funny.. It was funny hearing him beg and plea for forgiveness and mercy. It was funny when I took his senses away, one by one. Watching him slowly die was funny. 

The look on your face was clear. Fear. Another series text came through making the fear inside you rise. 

Don’t be scared. I did it for you.  Griffin didn’t deserve you. He treated you terribly. 

You scoffed at the message. They didn’t know anything about Griffin. He was, honestly, the kindest and most honest man you had ever known. Keyword: known. Now he was gone. Knowing that is a fact makes your stomach churn. 

You didn’t know him. 

You defended Griffin’s name, but it didn’t matter. 

Don’t make me laugh. I watched you both for months. Haven’t you suspected anything when he was gone? 

You gulped down your nerves, they seemed to reach a curious section in your mind. 

What do you mean? Watching us for months? What is wrong with you?! 

You typed furiously, this sick game they're playing is driving you insane. You weren’t sure what caused you to continue playing this taunting game— nor were you sure if they were telling the truth but what’s the harm of asking?

So many things are wrong with me. You wouldn’t want to know.  I’m your friend, don’t paint me as your enemy. I saved you from heartbreak, it would’ve been worse if you found out. 

You stared confusedly at the texts. Heartbreak? If you found out? How confusing.

I’m calling the cops on you. This isn’t a funny joke. You're sick.

You waited for a reply but there was nothing for a couple of minutes. Groaning in the process, you started to press in the number for the cops. As you dialed the final number the phone ping rang through the quiet room. They messaged you again— gulping down your nerves you opened it. There was a video attached to the text.

You seem to enjoy my company since you waited five minutes… Attachment: 1

You paused to look at the video. The play button was just a couple of centimeters from your fingertip. Their text coursed an emotion through you. Waited? How did they know? Your head whipped towards your windows. Between the two windows was the gray sky. It wasn’t dark out but it wasn’t bright out. Nothing seemed to be out there however that didn’t seem to stop you from moving. You slowly picked yourself up to move yourself inside your bathroom. Your trembling legs couldn’t carry you very far. You closed the bathroom door quietly and secured it. 

Your back against the wall— sliding down it. Focusing back on the phone, the video stared back at you. “Fuck it,” You whispered— clicking the video. You made sure to turn your sound up a tiny bit to make sure you heard everything. The sound of the video filled up the void of silence in the bathroom. 

The video screen was pitch black but there were moans and groans sounds following after a few seconds of silence, and then Griffin’s voice came on. “Fuck! You make me feel so good.” More sounds came along. A woman’s voice followed, “Why are you even with Y/N if I make you feel good?” Her voice was small and fragile. 

Not daring to finish the video, it was paused. The video was over twenty seconds long and you couldn’t bear the fact that it only took seven seconds of the video to make you want to throw up. He’s been cheating on you. How long? You typed out a response. 

Who are you…, how do you have this video? 

Even if you didn’t see anyone in the video you know what Griffin's voice sounds like and that was him. No doubt. The only question that lingered in your head was who was the lady? Too many unanswered questions. 

Well you know I was around the neighborhood and stumbled across him and a lady who wasn’t you…. And you know…. Who I am? I believe we all are trying to find ourselves, don’t you think? 

Just tell me. Please. 

You typed out. It was foolish to think that you would get the name or anything of the person who murdered your ex-boyfriend but—

An envelope slipped through the crack of the door. You froze in place. A creak was heard on the other side of the door— walking away from you. Not daring to move a muscle until you were sure that you were safe. You subtly dropped your phone next to you and got onto your hands and knees to crawl toward the paper. 

Once you get near the paper, you snatch it. Quickly getting back into your original place in the bathroom you clutched the envelope in fear. Your breath hitched when you opened it. They were photos of you with captions on each photo. Even some unflattering photos of you but it seemed like he found you beautiful since each caption would have a compliment about you and the date following it. 

Your phone buzzed and lit up— it was from him. 

See you soon, sweetheart. - Jack

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★New Neighbor: Part One - Playing with Fire

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Y/n just moved into a new college apartment and meets her new neighbor, Donghyuck. He is equal parts annoying and cute and she's in for a lot more than she bargained for living on her own this year. Focusing on her studies is proving to be much more difficult than she originally thought. Distractions, distractions. *Sexual themes, Dom/Sub, Sub!Hyuck, Littleshit!Hyuck, dirty talk, Hyuck likes pain beware* ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

You plopped the final container onto the floor among the sea of boxes that was your new living room and stood up straight with a huff and a back crack. After two years of commuting from home to class, an apartment was the next step in your life so here you were just a block from campus moving all of your belongings into your new place. The freedom was very much needed considering your parents waited up for you citing your curfew was 11:00pm, same as high school.

Now, in your new apartment, you could come and go as you pleased. No one could tell you what to do, and you could have anyone over whenever you wanted at any time. It didn’t look like much with brown cardboard covering every inch of the simple space, but it would come together little by little. It was a quaint studio unfurnished save for the beat up old couch your parents had to offer and your bed. It smelled a little like what they used to lay the carpet with, but nothing a candle couldn’t cover. The next step was unpacking said sea of boxes; there couldn't be a thought more tiring than that.

You had been monotonously folding your clothes into your drawers for almost an hour when an unfortunate thought crossed your mind, a pit sinking in your stomach. Freezing in your spot, T-Shirt in hand, you couldn’t remember if you locked your car after the last trip inside. Your arm dropped to rest atop the edge of the open drawer as you mentally retraced your steps. The quick recap did not leave you with a satisfying conclusion so you jumped up in a rush, dropping the shirt sloppily into the drawer, and snatched your keys off the kitchen counter and threw the door open.

Only to smash it directly into something.

You gasped and swung the wooden door closed behind you once in the hallway, hands covering your agape mouth as you looked at what—who—you hit. A guy slightly taller than your eye-level stood in front of you with a hand rubbing his face, eyes screwed shut, and a groan of pain leaving his lips.

“Oh my god. I am so sorry. Are you okay?” The boy opened his eyes and blinked a few times trying to center himself until his gaze landed on you partially obstructed by the view of his hand.

“I’m—,“ He began, but you didn't let him finish.

“Oh no, your nose is bleeding, you’re not fine! Come here.” You grabbed his free wrist and pulled him into your apartment. “Sit here." After navigating the two of you through the boxes, you plopped him down on the couch. All you had to offer him was a wad of toilet paper to hold under his bleeding nose. “Hang on, hold this here, let me get you some ice.”

The frozen bag of microwavable peas you had bought would have to do. Back from the kitchen, you sat beside him on the couch and gently pressed the frozen bag up against his banged-up forehead. He already had a bump and a bruise slowly darkening. The pressure earned a wince from the boy. Living in an apartment would apparently take more getting used to than you thought. No more swinging the door open at random.

You felt horrible, guilt eating away at you already. The only other time you felt anything remotely like this was at your cousin's seventh birthday party. A pinata, a plastic baseball bat, and some poor dad's awaiting stomach too close to the danger zone. You went inside and cried in your room for an hour convinced you did irreparable damage to his liver.

The silence between you and the stranger didn't last long before you were dumping out another apology. “I am so, so sorry about this. I wasn’t thinking. I thought I left my car unlocked and so I rushed out and…” You rambled momentarily, before realizing you didn’t even know his name. “I’m sorry,” you apologized again mostly for beginning to rant, “what’s your name?”

He tilted his head back a little to be able to speak around the rolled up toilet paper, “It’s okay, thanks for the help. My name is Donghyuck.” He sounded nasally from the obstruction. “I see you’re my new neighbor,” he laughed. You would have focused more on how pretty his laugh and smile were if you weren’t too busy smacking your forehead with your other hand.

“I would say it’s nice to meet you, but I don’t know if I deserve to, considering the circumstances,” you chuckled a bit, “but I’m ___. And please don’t thank me, you’re battered and bruised because of me.”

He laughed again at that. “Ah this is nothing, you should have seen the other guy,” he nodded his head in the direction of the door. A full, real, genuine smile appeared as a result of his joke.

“Yeah, wait, did you dent my door?” You joked, your eyebrows pulled together, peering past him to look at your door.

“Hey! That’s not the concern here. Your door doesn’t need frozen vegetables on its forehead.”

You dropped your arm containing the now-warming frozen vegetables into your lap and laughed, head thrown back and all. It was the first time you actually let yourself look at Donghyuck. This entire time, you were too painfully embarrassed to look him in the eye and, although you were watching him as he attempted to stop his bleeding nose, it didn’t take away from his looks.

He was beautiful. His light brown hair complimented his tan skin well with soft cheeks, bright brown eyes, and a sharp jawline. The contrasting soft and hard features paired well together. When you walked Donghyuck the short way out of your apartment, not before offering any of the limited food you have, you threw yourself onto your squeaky, old bed. What a way to kick off your new independent life.

Donghyuck, however, spent the next year paying you back for the trouble you caused him that fateful first day with plenty of trouble of his own. You two had grown closer over the time you spent as neighbors; the epitome of sweet and sour.

The Following Year

“Jesus Christ!” You clutched your racing heart as you shut your apartment door behind you, eyeing the dark figure in your kitchen just a few feet away. “Would you please stop doing that? Why haven’t I stolen back that spare key yet?” You flicked your light on to view your shameless, annoying neighbor.

Donghyuck just grinned at you, leaning with his back against the kitchen counter as he scarfed down your new box of Cheerios straight from the bag, “you have the best cereal,” he said, muffled, as he dumped another handful into his mouth.

“You gave me a heart attack just so you can eat my cereal?” You plopped your bookbag on the ground somewhere along your trek to the couch to which Donghyuck followed, dropping beside you and lifting his feet to the coffee table. “Don’t you want to see me?” He batted his puppy dog eyes at you with fake innocence and absolutely real cuteness, unfortunately for you.

With an exaggerated frown, you shoved his feet off the table. This had been a constant battle with Hyuck. His favorite hobby, especially recently, seemed to be aggravating you. Hyuck’s natural state was Little Shit, but his Little Shitness had amplified in the past few weeks since he stole that spare key you originally planned to give to your mom for emergencies. He knew how to pull the right strings to get what he wanted and it was impossible to say no when he gave you that face. It was akin to how your pet looked when you accidentally stepped on their foot.

“Is it wrong to not want a heart attack at 20?” You threw back at him.

“How about this,” he began, “you just expect me to be in your apartment and then no more heart attacks.” He chose instead to drape his legs over yours, stretching out the full length of the rather short couch. You rolled your eyes and he continued, “besides, it’s also binge watching night.”

Every Thursday night was dubbed “binge watch night” where you two would cram in as many episodes of your latest series as you could before midnight. This tradition had been going strong with minimal interruption since the summer when neither of you had enough extra curricular activities to keep you busy.

You felt your face fall and he narrowed his eyes at you, “what?” Looking everywhere but him, you hesitantly admitted, “I um… I actually have a date coming over… tonight…”

“That’s breaking code!” Hyuck whined, head dropping back over the armrest letting his hair flop back with gravity. Guilt instantly hit you.

“I-I know, I’m sorry, I figured we could have binge night tomorrow?” You offered weakly.

Hyuck lifted his head back up, “I already promised Mark I’d hang out with him.” Your heart sank at the disappointment written on his face.

“I’m sorry, Hyuckie, there was no other time we could get together.” 4

“What time’s he coming over?” He asked, pulling himself into a proper sitting position. You found your thighs felt cold from where his sweatpant-covered calves had been resting.

“At 8:00, so in a few hours.”

His thinking face kicked into gear. “We can watch at least two episodes!” He lunged for the remote on the coffee table and booted up Netflix. The least you could do was give him two episodes since you were bailing on him the rest of the night.

When Donghyuck was kicked out for the night for _____’s date night he knew exactly what was going to happen. It might not be the same guy, he was never sure, but it was a similar routine. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence and every time Donghyuck was stuck between boiling jealousy and extreme desire. The walls were thin, something you had yet to really take into consideration when the “activities” began.

Hyuck laid writhing in his bed that sat against your shared wall, pressing his pillow over his ears desperately trying to tune it out, to not be affected, to not do what he so desperately wanted every single time he heard them. It was torturous. The first time he had listened out of curiosity as most people would, he told himself, but what he was left with after was an unsatisfied, guilty orgasm and a horrendous need clawing at his insides.

What he heard wasn’t what he expected to hear—a girl’s high pitched moans and a guy’s low grunts. Whatever was going on in there, it was the opposite. It awakened something in Hyuck. “Good boys don’t touch without permission,” he heard your muffled voice say and “do you think you deserve to cum?” followed by whimpers that Donghyuck swore the parking lot could hear.

Words weren’t all he had heard. The sharp sound of a smack had him whimpering into his palm as if he’d been on the receiving end, nearly making him finish on that alone. Every noise was deafening. He’d never been so fixated on anything in his life. It felt like a drug and every time it took all his mental effort to block it out. His bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat and his labored breathing made him dizzy. By the time it was over, he’d run himself a cold shower and nearly tear his hair out. Then, he would pretend he never heard anything and go back to normal.

Midterms had rapidly approached, leaving you frantic and without a second to yourself. With a paper here and a project or a test there, you were up to your neck in work and drowning. Your fingers hovered over your laptop keyboard, struggling to find words to even get started on one of the papers you had. Dry eyes and chapped lips from anxiously gnawing on them-you weren’t in the best shape of your life.

That’s why when you heard the loud rumbling, gunshots, and hoots and hollers coming from Hyuck’s apartment, you immediately pounded on your shared wall to give him the hint.

The noises didn’t stop. Aggravated, you stood up with a frustrated groan and stormed out of your apartment, straight to his door.

He smiled brightly in the doorway, “hey, ______”, controller still in hand and headset snug over his messy hair. You didn't return his warm greeting.

“Would you keep it down? You know it's midterms. And you should be studying, too.” You pointed out, eyebrow raising.

“I was! I needed a break. You should take one, too, come play a round!” He held the controller out towards you and you gave him an exasperated look.

“I can’t. I have a paper due by the end of the week.” You folded your arms across your chest and Hyuck’s eyes flickered down toward your movement momentarily before snapping back up to your face. “So, if you’d be so kind, please keep it down.” With that, you turned and went back to working.

You were halfway done with the assigned chapter of homework post-classes when a sudden knock sounded at your door. Your eyebrows furrowed and you placed your hefty textbook on the coffee table open to the page you were on. There was no reason for anyone to be coming over at this hour. Once across the room, you peered through the eyehole to see a delivery person with a bag of food in hand, looking expectantly at the door.

Confused, you opened it, “hi, um, I think you might have the wrong apartment. I–,” You went to explain further, but your neighbor’s door flew open before you had the chance.

“Ahh! That’s where my food ended up. Should have known you were trying to take it, ____.” Donghyuck waltzed out and took the package from the guy, swapping money into his hand instead. “Have a nice night!” He waved to the perplexed delivery guy as he walked back down the hall to the stairs. “Since I’m already here…” Hyuck pushed past you into your apartment.

You rolled your eyes with your back to him, “Hyuck, I’m in the middle of homework.”

“And now you’re about to be in the middle of eating delicious Chinese food.” He raised the little carton and shook it invitingly. The boy had already made himself at home on your couch, textbook tossed to the floor, now upside-down and closed.

“You–I didn’t know what page I was on!” The frustration came out in a whine as you rifled through the pages around where the reading was centered hoping to find a section you recognized to go off of.

“Ah, let me help.” Purposefully, knowing you would be frazzled by that, he still reached over with his greasy, crumb covered hand to grab your textbook.

You smacked his hand out of the way. “No, no! No touching.” You refused to let his grimy hands get all over your pages and gunk them up. He withdrew his hand slowly and looked at you, taken aback and blinking. It was hard to tell what was going through his head at that moment, he looked half like he’d seen a ghost and half like–

Donghyuck, with a mouth full of egg roll and much less bothered than you, turned the TV on, “okay, then leave the book and watch this show with me. Jeno said it’s better than Alice in Borderland, which can’t be possible so…” It was hard to stay mad at him. He did buy you both Chinese food.

You agreed to only one episode, but of course the episodes were an hour long. The break was nice, but the textbook beside you wasn’t going to read itself. Getting good grades this semester was important; you had to prove to your family and yourself that you could live alone and still be responsible. That you could have the freedom you want and still get your work done. There wasn’t much worse than disapproving stares of your parents if your grades reflected what they expected to come with living on your own.

The episode came to a close and immediately Hyuck was trying to weasel his way into another one, “come on! You can’t expect us to leave it at that! That’s basically a cliffhanger.” He gestured at the tv, nearly knocking over the empty noodle carton.

“One. episode.” You were firm in your decision, punctuating each word poignantly.

He made a discontented noise and grabbed the trash, “can’t have any fun these days…” The statement was half-hearted and dramatic for comedic effect, Hyuck’s specialty.

You helped him carry the remainder over to the bin, “nope, I’m no fun at all that’s why you keep coming back to my apartment.” You joked with him, opening your front door to escort him out.

His smile spilled open and cracked his fake-hurt facade. “Okay, well, it’s not my fault your apartment just has better things.” He shrugged, “try to actually have a weekend, yeah? Starting tomorrow?” He offered. “Then I won’t have to invade and force you to have some fun.”

“I have fun! It’s just midterms, Hyuck. Maybe, instead, you should study with me.” You countered. He made a repulsed face, “I could think of a million more fun things to do with you other than studying.”

You paused, heat rising to your cheeks, desperately trying to seem like you didn’t read into that statement. You knew he didn’t mean it the way it sounded, but it definitely came off suggestive. Laughing it off, albeit a bit awkwardly, you agree with him in order to strategically diffuse and act like you didn’t think of what you just had.

“Yeah, yeah, we know you aren’t fond of studying,” was how you changed your course of thought. “Well, let me get back to it at least for tonight and then I’ll worry about having fun.” You mocked him lightheartedly at the end.

“Right like I haven't heard that one before.” He raised his eyebrows, amused, before making his exit to the hall.

As luck would have it, your brain decided to repeat his comment over and over again, “I could think of a million more fun things to do with you other than studying”, instead of the words of the textbook. You hurried through the last few pages, skimming more than comprehending. It was obvious you weren’t going to soak up much from the rest of this reading even if you stared at it the rest of the night.

Saturday you were already up and at it, sitting at your desk on your computer. You had made quite the progress on one of your papers and now you focused on the PowerPoint for your presentation coming up. As if on cue, in the middle of your work, you were startled out of focus by the loud interruption of your neighbor.

At the sound of your front door being flung open and then shut again, you nearly jumped out of your skin. You swiveled in your spot to see Donghyuck in only a towel wrapped around his waist, dripping water onto your tiled kitchen floor. His smooth, tan skin was on full display against the white towel draped low.

Your eyes widened comically, “what the hell are you doing?” You almost couldn’t ignore the desire to let your gaze wander lower than his face, fighting against your natural reaction as you waited for him to answer.

“My shower won’t get hot! I need to use yours.” He pointed to the door beside him to your bathroom. You sighed at him, “Hyuck, we’re on the same water heating system.” You bit the inside of your lip in an attempt to gather some more control. Eyes on his face. “

Something's wrong with my shower then because it’s not working. I’ll be quick!” He assured you with a charming smile before disappearing into your bathroom giving you no chance to protest any further.

The sound of the shower humming actually aided in your focus like a nice white noise to keep distractions at bay. You got more work done than you probably would have originally, now several slides down. It worked so well that when the running water turned off, it felt like your mind had as well. You made an exasperated noise, deleting your latest sentence after rereading its clunkiness.

“Just like I said, nice and warm.” Hyuck’s voice right behind you, directly in your ear, made you yelp.

“Why must you do that?” He laughed, but you weren’t laughing with him. He was too close and too lacking in clothes for you to be relaxed and jovial. “And would you put some damn clothes on? This is my home, not a locker room.” You averted your eyes to the side for your own sanity. Warmth spread along your cheeks and neck. The clean, freshly-showered scent on him was potent and your brain felt fuzzy.

“Does it bother you?” Hyuck’s voice was a little more even then, even and low, a little too much so for your liking.

“Yes and I’m trying to work.” You turned back to your computer to emphasize that. Your eyes might have been back on the screen, but you were not processing anything in front of you. He hadn’t moved from his spot behind you. You could tell even before he spoke that his presence was still too close.

“Oh so I’m distracting you? That’s one way to get you to stop being such a workaholic.” It was impossible not to miss the tease in his voice. You poked your tongue into your cheek as you turned around, looking him dead in the eye. His tone matched the smirk on his full lips.

“I’m going to kick your ass if you don’t leave me to my work.” You smile a tight smile, speaking in a sickly sweet voice. “Now be good and go entertain yourself until I’m finished.” Hyuck blinked at you. Whatever you said seemed to have worked as he swallowed hard and listened for the time being.

“Fine, but I’ll get you out of that chair so help me.” He pouted and turned on his heel to leave.

Safe now from his eyes, your gaze roamed the expanse of his exposed back as he headed to your door. Your tongue swiped over your lips and you turned back around to attempt working once more. It wasn’t nearly as successful as earlier.

It was the night before one of your final papers was due and you stared at it with your head in your palm and low-lidded eyes. You had been editing for an hour now after finalizing the conclusion. Once you finished looking it over, you would call it good. Only to move onto the next project anyway. Midterms were kicking your ass. Your headphones blared random movie scores to drown out any distractions, including hearing your neighbor let himself into your apartment as he so often did.

One second you were looking at your computer screen, and the next you were staring at the wall behind it. Your gaze dropped to your desk where your now-shut laptop sat with a hand on the lid. Trailing your eyes up the arm in view, you landed on Donghyuck smiling triumphantly at you from his decision. You saw red.

“DONGHYUCK!” You roared his name and jumped up from the chair. He cowered back slightly at the sheer anger radiating from you. “Why would you do that?!” You questioned wildly, eyes wide and eyebrows pulled tight together.

“You wouldn’t answer my texts, I wanted you to take a break!” He responded with almost equal intensity.

“I hadn’t saved yet! You made me lose everything I just did!” You gestured to the now closed laptop. “This is due tomorrow,” you all but growled at him.

“I didn’t know that! I thought you would have been more responsible…” He shrugged and moved to lean his back against the wall. Hyuck was really digging into every nerve. Your hands balled at your sides, muscles tensing, jaw clenching.

“How was I supposed to know my shithead of a neighbor was going to come in and ruin everything? Maybe I should have just expected it at this point.” You unleashed everything. These last few weeks of minimal sleep, he had been pushing all of your buttons, getting on every last nerve despite all the work you had to do. This was the final straw.

“It’s not my fault you didn’t save!” He justified, crossing his arms.

“It’s your fault it’s gone! I wouldn’t have just randomly shut my computer! I've been working on that all day. You better pray that my conclusion is still there.” You took a step closer to him.

“You’re overreacting, I’m sure it’s fine!” You couldn’t help but let out a baffled laugh at him out of the sheer ridiculousness.

“You’re telling me I’m overreacting? You know I’ve been working my ass off and you’ve done nothing to help! All you’ve done is distract and bother me every time I try to focus!” You threw your hands around wildly as you spoke, your emotions raging.

“Yeah! Because you’ve had a stick up your ass, I’m trying to do you a favor.”

That was it. You rushed forward and jabbed your pointer finger into his chest, “listen, asshole, I have work to do. I don't have time to be playing your little games. It’d be much appreciated if you could behave for once until I finish what I need to do unless you want me to throw your xbox out the window.”

Donghyuck's eyes dropped then slid back up to your face lazily, breath coming out heavier than before. The whole mood shifted as he licked his lips and swallowed. The force of the change in air between you two sent a chill to the base of your gut. Your tense shoulders relaxed a little and you backed off, eyeing him curiously.

Then it clicked all at once—why he wanted to bother you constantly, why he had been acting so weird around you, why he would shut up right after you reprimanded him. “Wait…" Donghyuck's gaze never wavered from you as you spoke, "do you, like, like this?” Your anger had dissolved leaving intrigue behind. Donghyuck blinked quickly a couple of times to regulate himself.

“W-Uh, what? Wh—,“ he stuttered, deep redness coloring his cheeks. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Is that what this is? Huh? You like when I’m stern with you? Like when I’m mad?” Your voice was tempting, teasing, egging him on now. He licked over his parted lips again and then nodded slowly at you, he couldn’t even deny it. You let out a patronizing laugh at his brazen honesty. “Can’t even speak now? Can’t even use your words?”

He swallowed hard, “I hear you…” A little breathless, “I hear what you do with the guys you bring home. No one has ever been able to do that for me.” He looked at you with glossy eyes. Hyuck just admitted to listening in when you had sex and liking it. Your jaw clenched. Want and need bloomed deep within you.

“You… want me to dom you?”

The boy who just stuttered regained his footing, “unless you don’t think you can… you nervous?” He said teasingly, back to his old tricks.

It didn’t take much deliberation for you to decide to test the waters. Donghyuck was attractive, that was a fact, and now you not only knew he wanted you, but he’d been taunting you, egging you on, inciting you to give him even a fraction of what his twisted, horny mind wanted.

“Oh I know I can.” You were quick to stand up a little taller, stepping into his personal space and he tilted backwards into the wall at your first show of dominance. “The question is if you can handle it?”

“You’re cute,” he scoffed, “I don’t think you are up for it as much as you’re acting like you are.” His cocky expression stayed, looking straight at you. You wanted nothing more than to wipe that look off of his face. No one, especially not your subs, spoke to you in this manner.

“Me? I don’t think you know what you’re up against, pretty boy.” He raised his eyebrows once at the nickname—noted.

“Hmm… I don’t know. No girls ever seem to have it in them,” he paused, clearly choosing his words very carefully judging by the glint in his eye as he spoke, “they aren’t dominant enough... too soft, too sweet… you know what? Maybe I’ll just take the lead from here,” he started to reach for your shoulders to flip you two around, but you caught the hint he was putting down.

He wanted more; angrier, more aggressive. He wanted to feel it and he was pushing all the buttons he knew in order to get you to. You weren’t so mad as you were annoyed, but you knew how to deal with a brat like him. You looked him dead in the eye and placed your hand under his chin, feigning a sweet gesture to make sure his mouth was closed as you brought your right hand up to slap him straight on the cheek. He turned his head back to you after the force and his dominant façade faltered. He breathed heavily, eyes low lidded, mouth dropped open with a red mark seeping into his skin. It took him a full beat to regain himself after that one. He straightened up and pulled himself together once more with a short, cocky as ever chuckle.

Grinning, he said, “that all?” His eyes sparkled as he spoke smugly, taking a step off the wall closer to you, “did I hit a nerve, angel?” You would have to do something about the cockiness in his voice.

You had the advantage of him not standing much taller than you, his eye level just the tiniest fraction higher than yours. You placed your hands on his chest in front of you and pushed, sending him stumbling backwards back into the wall heavily. Another break in the façade. He took in a deep breath after the impact, head dropping back against the wall momentarily before lolling back up to look at you with a lazy smirk still toying on his lips. There was much less strength behind his fire already and you’d barely done anything. You knew Donghyuck, though, and he wouldn’t give up that easy even if you’d started making a dent in his act.

“You know you’re so cute when you try,” his eyes were much darker now, heavy with unsatisfied lust as he stared you down, egging you on. His heart beat wildly under the palm you still held flat on his chest over his thin T-shirt.

You leaned your body against his, pressing as much of yourself into him as possible to pin him against the wall, making sure to get right up to his ear as you spoke, “the safe word is sunflower. Try not to use it, angel,” you threw the term right back at him and the effect was stronger than you thought, his breath leaving him in a whoosh.

The left side of his mouth still quirked up, “I don’t think I’ll be needing that,” he dismissed, an eyebrow raising tauntingly. It was your turn to smirk and his lip twitched, face almost dropping as he saw your commanding expression.

You’d slipped into your persona effortlessly, something you’d done countless times. “We’ll see about that.”

You crashed your lips into his, parting them easily and tilting your head to lick your tongue across his plump lips until his tongue met yours. You wasted no time in making the kiss deep, sucking on his lips and licking against his tongue. His willingness to submit was palpable through the kiss, so pliant and ready to let you take the lead and have control even if he wasn’t ready to stop being a brat yet. You reached up to wind a hand into his hair, gripping onto the roots tightly and pulling, content at the whine you heard leave him before he could hold himself back. You bit down on his bottom lip and immediately his hands rushed to hold onto you, grabbing your hips tight as if to communicate without words how much he liked it.

Now that he was out of breath and a little weaker in the knees, you broke apart and watched him pant with flushed cheeks and blown out pupils. His hands lessened their grip on you, but grappled at your clothes to pull you back to him.

“On the bed.” You ordered, ignoring his silent plea.

Even in this state--disheveled hair, rosy cheeks, drunk gaze--he managed a, “make me.” Completely opposite of his body's actions.

Crack.

Your hand came across the same cheek as earlier and he gasped openly at the feeling. It was definitely harder than the first time.

“You need me to smack you around that badly, you little pain slut?” You remembered his thing for name calling from earlier and it didn’t disappoint. The look of pure desire on his face after you uttered that word sent a bolt of pleasure straight down your center.

As he was caught off guard, you shoved him to his knees. Dirty talk was going to be the way to get him to behave. You stared down at him below you with hands on your hips.

“You just want to be smacked around and put in your place like my own personal whore. Pathetic. Can’t even ask for what you want, have to be a little brat to force it out of me, huh?” You lifted your sock-clad foot and pressed it onto his crotch. He shuddered under you and your words, his own failing him now. His hands moved to grab your calf, running them up and down your leg from your knee to your ankle as you kept your foot on him. “That’s what I thought. Not so brave now, are you?” You smirked down at him.

His head, previously hanging low, tilted up to look at you, eyes shining and you almost think he might beg. But, of course, it’s Donghyuck. “You,” pant, “wish.” His words held bite, but the way he clutched at your leg told another story. You had him.

“Oh you can speak?” You pressed a little harder and heard his intake of breath. “Now, why don’t we try this again? Get on the bed.” You lifted your foot off with his hands reluctantly retreating and he obeyed this time, seating himself on the edge looking at you. “That’s it, good boy.” You smiled victoriously. “Now strip.” You commanded.

He blinked at you for a moment before doing what he was told. First, he tugged his shirt over his head and that was thrown somewhere for you to find later. Your eyes raked shamelessly over the newly exposed skin you could now openly gawk at. It had been so tempting when he got out of the shower to look, but now you were free to. His honey skin was glowing and smooth. He was slim, but not overly defined. Just beautiful. You wanted to touch him desperately, but you couldn't--at least not yet. He stood to slip off his gray sweatpants, leaving him standing in a pair of black Celine underwear. You nodded once as a cue to finish the job. He slid his thumbs into the waistband and pulled down, freeing his hard cock.

He wasn’t small, not the largest, but average, and it was leaking and pink all for you and as pretty as you expected. It betrayed all you needed to know about how much he was truly ready and willing for you despite his antics.

He sat back down now fully naked on your bed and you took your time in taking in his body, watching a pink blush appear on his cheeks. “You are so pretty,” you walked up to him and traced a finger down his neck to his chest. You flattened your hand and smoothed it over his warm skin. “Too bad you were a brat today, brats don’t get what they want.” You threaded your hand through his hair and yanked his head backward, exposing his neck to reinforce your power. You leaned into his ear, “lie down, arms above your head.” He did what he was told again as if he were under your spell. “Someone’s eager now, hm?” You taunted. No bite back. You smiled to yourself.

You went a few steps to your closet to retrieve something and returned to your bed. Donghyuck’s eyes widened at the sight of what’s in your grasp—black rope. His pretty mouth parted to where you can see his cute front teeth peeking out behind his top lip. “Bad boys like you don’t get to touch.” You took his wrists and wrapped the rope around them and your bed frame snugly. You didn’t miss the way Donghyuck’s chest heaved a little heavier at being tied up, his whole body squirming slightly at being so exposed and turned on.

You had to take a moment to enjoy how good he looked tied up and ready for you on your bed. Light sheets accentuated his tan skin and flushed features, a sheen of sweat across his whole body. He was beautifully vulnerable and completely at your mercy.

From your spot standing at his bedside, you watched him tug a bit on the restraints to test their strength before he looked at you through his lashes with that heavy, wanting gaze. “See, the only way you can tame me is by tying me up.” He still had some fire in him after all.

You just smirked and smacked a hand down onto his delicious thigh, “wishful thinking that this is the only trick up my sleeve.” He whimpered at the sting, biting down on his lip to keep himself quiet. “Cute.”

“It’s funny,” you started again, leaning your hands against the bed, “you’re acting as if you didn’t get hard while listening to me fuck someone else, as if you didn’t touch yourself to my voice, as if you didn’t cum to what you just imagined sex with me would be like.” You slid a hand up his thigh from his knee as you spoke, watching him squirm the higher on his leg you got. As your hand moved, you knelt onto the bed beside him. “Did you or did you not cum from listening to me?” You asked. He stared at you, cheeks deepening in color, and stayed silent. You smacked him again on the thigh, closer to his cock this time. “Answer me.”

He swallowed hard. “I did,” he managed to say.

“That’s what I thought.” You landed a smack to his cock and he couldn’t stop the sound that left him from the unsuspecting feeling, a gasp of pleasure. “You enjoyed it that much, huh? Just had to get yourself off you were so desperate.” His hips canted up at the degradation.

“Not my fault you’re loud.” He choked out. You smacked his hard cock again, leaving it redder than before. He groaned, pulling on the rope again. You crawled up the bed to leave bite marks all over him, every suck and nip had him writhing.

“You’re so sensitive for how big you talk.” You commented, moving down his body, kissing and biting, leaving pretty red and purple marks until your lips hovered over his aching, leaking cock. As you spoke, your lips brushed the sensitive head, “did you ever think I was loud so you could hear me?”

His eyes rolled back after those words left your mouth, then fluttered shut as you licked your tongue flat across the tip of his dick. “W-What?” He choked out as your lips engulfed just the head. He was quivering from trying not to buck his hips into your mouth.

“An annoyingly handsome boy next door, you think I hadn’t thought about this?” You pulled off to say only to sink back down as far as you could on his length, his breathy whine was well worth the effort.

“Y-You thought about this?” His breathing was growing labored the longer you teased him.

“About wrecking you? Absolutely.” You slid your tongue up the underside of the shaft. He moaned out loud at that, hips moving against his will as they searched for more to grant him that release, hands gripping at his restraints. “Eyes open.”

He looked at you, pupils blown, as you stood from the bed. You stripped slowly out of your clothes now and watched his eyes rove down your naked body, the pure lust in his expression enough to leave you breathless. Once completely naked, you climbed back onto the bed, positioning yourself over top of him straddling his hips. He watched your every move and then locked his eyes low, onto your pussy mere inches from his cock. “You want something?” You asked in a taunting voice.

“You.” He said, breathless. “Fuck me.”

“If you want me to fuck you, you have to ask nicely.” You lowered down trapping his cock between your pussy and his stomach, not allowing him inside yet. You began rocking your hips shallowly forward and backward, just enough for him to slip between your folds and feel how wet you were.

A groan left his throat, “I know you want it, too. I can feel how wet you are, just fuck me.” Donghyuck tried one last attempt at being bratty.

“If you want your cock in my pussy, you will ask nicely. Or I, with the free hands, can get myself off just fine, and leave you here, tied up and hard, to sit and think about your attitude.” You lifted yourself up slightly, just enough to slide your fingers over your clit a few times before dipping into yourself, gasping at the feeling.

The strain on Donghyuck’s jaw was evident from clenching it so hard as he watched you finger fuck yourself right in front of him. His eyes glued to your digits appearing and disappearing in and out of you. He licked his lips, barely daring to blink. You wanted him just as badly. Your fingers were great and all, but there was a dick right in front of you that would fill you up much better. But, you had to stay strong against Donghyuck.

“All you have to do is ask.” You moaned, mostly for the show of it all, letting your fingers glide deliciously. The sound alone was enough to make him dizzy. His hips shifted below you, inadvertently trying to chase access. “Good boys ask nicely.” You tilted your head to the side, delivering a particularly hard thrust into yourself.

He bit his lower lip and furrowed his brow, sweat beading on his forehead. His eyes followed your fingers disappearing into you. You had him right where you wanted him, he could feel the brush of your fingers moving atop his cock as you hovered just over him. One movement and he could be inside you. So you reminded him.

“All I have to do is--” you used your wet fingers to wrap around his cock and align him up with you, just barely brushing the tip against your wet lips. His mouth parted in anticipation, trying to keep his hips still when you were right there waiting and ready for him to thrust up into. “--sit.”

“Please.” It came out rushed and desperate. Almost as if he didn’t mean to say it, there was a pause following it as you just quirked a brow up, but as soon as the word left his lips it was like the dam broke. “Please fuck me,” he begged with a whine to his tone, “please, I need it. I need to feel you, I--,” Before he could finish, as a reward for finally letting go, you sank his tip into you. The hips he kept so still the whole time finally moved, canting up to push another inch into your tight pussy.

“That’s my good boy.” You praised, finally sinking down the rest of the way, sitting fully onto him.

He tossed his head back from the pleasure and you didn't look much different. He filled you up so perfectly in the way your fingers couldn't reach, sliding so well. “Please let me touch you, please.” It was as though please became his favorite word.

“I don’t know… you were very bad for me today.” You rose up and sank back down again relishing in his girth.

“I won’t be anymore, please, I just want to touch you.” He shook from the sensations, tugging against the rope hard, his pretty wrists rubbed red from his movement.

One more grind and you lifted off to free his hands and they immediately flew to your hips as you sat back down on his ready cock. He grabbed at you and ran his hands up and down your soft sides before he couldn’t take that anymore and sat up, pressing your bodies flush together as you rode him. He filled you up at the perfect angle and rocked with you, hitting the right spot over and over again. His warm hands wandered everywhere: your back, your neck, your hair, your ass.

“Fuck.” He breathed into your ear. “Fuck this is so much better than I could have imagined. I did get myself off, shit, to the thought of you, but I never dreamed your pussy was this tight, this good,” he groaned. “You’re amazing.” He kissed your neck, leaving his own light marks as he went.

You let yourself enjoy the pleasure momentarily before you turned the act back on; equal for a moment to just enjoy each other, before you go back to giving him everything he had been pining for.

Amidst your grinding, you slid a hand up to his throat, lightly smoothing over the base and upon hearing his breath hitch, you knew it was the right move. You gripped tighter onto his neck, putting pressure on the sides, and his kissing stopped, mouth open in a silent moan as you choked him, eyes low-lidded as he looked at you. His grip tightened against your hip, leaning into his other hand to support the two of you.

“There it is, the pain slut you know you are. Look at yourself, on the verge of cumming because a pretty girl has her hand around your throat,” you taunted.

It was quite an effort to not show how much this was affecting you. You were getting closer with each grind of your bodies together, skin to skin. Watching his facial expressions of pleasure was only making it harder on you. His eyebrows furrowing, lips parted, eyes struggling to stay open to see everything. You removed your hand from his throat, aiming at giving him some air, but his own hand caught your retreating wrist, pinning your grip back to his throat and squeezing, indicating he wanted it harder.

“Fuck.” You breathed involuntarily and gave him what he wanted, tightening your grip and toppling him back onto his back against the sheets.

The moment you tightened your grip on his throat and pushed him back, his eyes locked directly onto your own, pleading as his movements sped up, “c-close,” he managed hoarsely.

You didn’t miss a beat, “gonna cum for me?” Your voice was sweet. “Should I let you?”

“Please, please, please,” he chanted, holding onto your hand against his throat. Watching his desperation sent you hurtling toward your peak as well.

“I’ll allow it,” you granted, “go on, cum for me.”

Instantly, Donghyuck’s head lolled back, exposing his sharp jawline and neck for you to suck on. He choked out a whiny moan as he came inside you, breathing heavily, hips stuttering. You finished at the tail end of his orgasm, rubbing your clit to the sight and sounds of him.

“Shit.” He breathed, coming down from his high and feeling your hand slip off of his throat. You slowly pulled off of him once your brain cleared a little more, plopping in the free space on your bed on your back, legs overlapping Donghyuck’s as you stretched out your knees.

“Fuck,” he swore again.

“Is that all you can say?” You asked, smiling at the ceiling, running through what the hell just happened.

“Yeah. No brain.” He draped an arm over his eyes, spent.

“Are you happy, then?” You turned to him, “happy you made me mad?” You joked.

“Absolutely. I would do it the same all over again.”

“You could have just asked…?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Donghyuck laid his head to the right to look at you, a grin on his face. You just laughed like Donghyuck always made you laugh.

“I was supposed to finish a paper today.” You rubbed your hands over your face.

Donghyuck propped himself up on his elbow, “well you finished something else instead.” He grinned like he’d been waiting to make that joke for ages. You smacked his arm and the two of you just laughed.

“I have to pee. Find my underwear, it's around here somewhere.” You instructed him when you left. It was hard to believe what just happened, it had happened so quickly, so sudden. Things either got cleared up or got a lot more complicated, but you weren’t going to think about that right now. Right now, you were going to enjoy it and enjoy whatever this was for what it was worth.

When you came back, Donghyuck looked to die for in just his gray sweats lounging on your bed. He twirled your panties around his pointer finger, “I think you’ll need new underwear, I can’t find them.” He jokingly lied, then slid the lacy pair into his pocket and shrugged innocently.

“You are something else.”

“Something else wants to eat snacks and watch Netflix, you in?”

Whatever this was, you were happy.

Next up- New Neighbor, Part Two: Revenge

[ciginatree]

Sick- Nick Folio x female!reader

Content warnings: angst and fluff

Word Count: 652

Summary: Nick comforts his partner after another disappointing phone call from the doctors about her chronic pain

Author's Note: Yes this was completely self indulgent. Just a short little one shot I wanted to write before writing more requests.

Your quiet cries muffle into your hand, phone discarded next to you on the floor. You eye the dirty t-shirt hanging off the edge of the hamper before balling it up and chucking it against the wall as hard as you can with a frustrated shriek. You sink back to the carpet with your back against the bed frame, tears falling down your face. 

The door opens silently as Nick creeps into the room carefully. “Sweetheart?” he calls, cautiously concerned. He sees your crying and quickly moves to your side, kneeling in front of you. “Darling, what’s wrong?”

Stuttered breaths precede your watery words. “I got the lab results back.”

His heart beats faster, mind racing with worried possibilities. God, please don’t let it be too bad, he thinks. “And?”

“They’re normal,” you say bitterly, sniffing and exhaling quickly. Nick looks at you, confused. 

“Isn’t that a good thing?” he asks innocently.

“No-” you drag your hands across your face in frustration- “no, I’m still having symptoms. But with no fucking results I can’t get treated, and now I have to go to another specialist and-” you cut off with a sob, crumpling into Nick’s waiting arms. He rocks you back and forth, petting your hair as devastated sobs wrack your body. He shushes you sweetly, holding you up and against him.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, I’m here,” he whispers into your hair. Tears soak his shirt as you lay limp against his chest, arms dangling in his lap.

“I’m just so sick of this,” you mumble into his chest. Your eyes are puffy and tired; throat and heart sore. “I’m in pain all the fucking time-” you let out an exhausted breath between chapped lips now wet from salty tears. You can feel the phlegm buildup in your throat and you cough wetly to clear your airway. “Make it go away, Nick, please.” You take a high shaky inhale to prevent another flood of tears.

“I’ll do my best, darling.” He kisses your head before picking you up bridal style to set you on the bed. He helps you change your clothes, unclasping your bra and slipping one of his Harley t-shirts over your head. The material is soft, comforting; it smells and feels like him. You lay down against the pillow to ease your pounding head; you just want to sleep now. 

Nick exits the room and crosses the hall to the bathroom. He rummages in the closet and through the cupboards before he locates what he’s looking for. He strides down to the kitchen and fills a cup with water, boiling it in the microwave and waiting anxiously. The finishing beep echoes loudly in the kitchen as he removes the cup and pours the scalding liquid into the fabric lined heat pack.  

He re-enters the room and lays next to you, wrapping an arm underneath you to pull you to him. “Lay on my chest,” he whispers.

You do as he says, resting your head in the crook of his neck as you lay your body on top of him. You can hear his gentle heartbeat against your ear and can feel the slow ebb and flow of his breathing. He places the warm pack in the small of your back before pulling the blankets over you both. You close your tired eyes, as his warm hands start to massage your body. He starts with your hips, working the heel of his palms into the sore muscles and joints. It soothes you, and he makes his way up your spine; fingertips pressing into your aching back, shoulders, and neck. The calloused warmth of his hands and the pack lull you, temporarily healing your hurt. You don’t care if it’s temporary, it feels better and that’s enough for right now. 

“Go to sleep, sweetheart, I’ll be here when you wake up,” his words breach your foggy mind moments before you succumb to sleep.

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[stevebckley]

Steve gets outrageously horny when he’s high, a fact forgotten since he hasn’t smoked weed since before Starcourt.

He’s harshly reminded of this the first time he agrees to smoke with Eddie who promised to look after him.

They’re sprawled on the floor of Eddie's living room, lazily passing a joint back and forth with some sort of music playing softly in the background. Eddie insisted that music was important but surprised Steve by making sure it was mellow.

Steve’s laying on his stomach already, enjoying the feeling of the carpet on his face when he feels the first tendrils of arousal start to creep through his body. Eddie is in the middle of trying to explain a new song he’s writing when Steve shifts, trying to get comfortable but only managing to grind his half hard dick into the floor.

He makes up some excuse about being tired so that he can escape to Eddie’s room.

He pretends to already be asleep when Eddie gets in beside him, willing his dick to calm down enough that he can sleep. Luckily he’s out like a light not even ten minutes later.

Steve wakes up in the middle of the night, overwhelmingly warm across his front. He freezes immediately when he notices three things simultaneously.

One, he’s still hard. Rock hard now.

Two, he’s pressed head to toe against Eddie's back. This puts his dick right up against his ass where it seems like he’s been grinding up against him in his sleep.

The third realization is the worst as his hand brushes against the smooth skin of what can only be Eddie’s dick because in his sleep he seems to have managed to shove his hand down Eddie’s sweats.

He’s mortified, trying to pull away way too quickly and nearly launching himself off the bed in the process.

His heart stops when he hears Eddie honest to god giggles.

‘That’s certainly a way to wake me up,’ Eddie doesn’t sound upset - thank god - as he reaches behind him blindly to pull Steve back in.

Steve tries feverishly to apologize, sputtering out half baked sentences before Eddie groans and rolls over to face him.

‘You have about two seconds to stop me before I kiss you.’ Eddie says, leaning in slow enough to give Steve time to back away.

‘Thank god,’ Steve breathes out before crashing his lips into Eddie’s messily.

He feels fevered, whimpering when Eddie bites down hard at the hinge of his jaw.

Eddie’s hands strip both of them before Steve can even think about it. He tries to thrust upward to get any sort of friction on his aching dick but Eddie has him pinned to the bed with just one hand.

Steve distantly hears a whining noise and it takes him too much brain power to realize it's him making those noises.

He’s glad that Wayne is out of the house because Steve positively wails when Eddie finally gets his mouth on him.

Eddie’s mouth is a fccking national treasure. Tight, wet heat with the perfect amount of suction to make Steve want to fuck into it.

He’s messy with it, spit dripping down his chin, and moans vibrating through his throat as he manages to swallow Steve all the way down. It only takes a few minutes before he’s coming down Eddie’s throat, vision practically whiting out when his orgasm slams over him.

Eddie pulls back, breathing heavily and Steve pulls him back up to lick the taste of himself from Eddie’s tongue.

When his brain is mostly intact again he realizes that Eddie is still hard between them. 'I wanna get you off, please. Whatever you want'

Steve punctuates this with another kiss. 'I have an idea, baby. Can you roll onto your side?' Steve moves easily, letting Eddie tuck in tight behind him, squeezing his thighs together before coating them in spit.

Steve nearly cries as the feeling of Eddie's dick gliding along the inside of his thighs, hips driving into him in an imitation of how he thinks it would be to get fucked by him. It only takes Eddie a handful of thrusts before Steve feels come splash over his skin, teeth in the back of his neck.

He's a bit dazed as they both come down from their high, a whirlwind of thoughts running through his head but Eddie just carefully cleans them up and carefully tucks himself back into bed beside him.

'Think less, we can talk tomorrow okay?' He punctuates it with a kiss to the top of Steve's head. Steve is relaxed enough to just melt into Eddie's side, trusting that Eddie is telling him the truth. He falls asleep easier than he ever has before.