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fairysluna · 3 months

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Hi! Could I please request another threesome with Cregan, reader and Jace. Maybe they get jealous when they see reader with another men and want to teach her a lesson? Thank you and love your blog!

i get drunk on jealousy.

Modern!AU — After they've ignored you for a week, you were desperate to have their attention back. Flirting with a random guy might not be the best idea.

MASTERLIST

PAIRING — Cregan Stark x Fem!Reader x Jacaerys Velaryon.

TAGS — polyrelationship/polyamorous, m/m/f, smut (p in v, clit play, handjob, oral sex, creampie, spitting, cum eating, male on male action), jace x cregan, use of alcohol and drugs, kind of drunk sex, dom!cregan, switch!jace, sub!reader, jealousy, cursing. If something is missing let me know!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE — Don't expect so much of this fic, I saw this picture, I saw a vision, and basically my horniness wrote this by itself. Not my best work, but fuck it, this is just for fun. Also, this made me realize that I'm unable to write dom!Jace if Cregan is there too, oops??? I guess??? NO BETA, WE DIE LIKE MEN.

I took this request as an excuse to write this fic so... thank you for sending it and hope you enjoy this!🤍

WORD COUNT — 3.1k

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤenglish is not my first language.

Most people on Campus knew about your strange relationship with Cregan and Jacaerys. Some guys would often call you a whore behind your back, while some girls would prefer the term ‘lucky bitch’; it was no secret that the both of them were quite known for being handsome and gallant, almost acting like real life prince-charmings. Every girl would drool for them, acknowledging their chivalry and politeness. Of course, they already knew about the attention that they received from the opposite sex, they knew about how many girls would love to be in your position. Which is why they didn't understand why you were so eager to act like a brat.

Jace tapped Cregan's shoulder as he saw you chatting with some random guy that suddenly appeared next to you on the couch. Neither of them had seen him before, he was probably a freshman or someone that sneaked into the party without invitation. Both pairs of eyes were intently staring at you, watching every move you make. They knew you weren't oblivious enough to not see it; he was obviously flirting with you, and you were clearly enjoying every moment of it. Jacaerys, being the most jealous out of the three of you, tightened his grip around his bottle of beer, his fingertips turning white as Cregan turned to look at him.

“Don't do anything stupid,” he warned him. “She'll deal with us later.”

“But look at her!” Jace snapped, his breathing ragged.

“She's doing it to piss us off,” Cregan attempted to calm him down. “She won't do anything with that guy. Just wait until the party's over and we'll take care of it, okay?”

He looked at him, obediently nodding as he took a long sil out of his beer to calm down a bit. Jace forbade himself to turn your way, ignoring your desperate attempt to make them jealous. Cregan, being a lot less hotheaded than Jace, acted nonchalantly toward your attitude, pretending you were doing nothing wrong, even when he wanted to grab your arm and take you right in that couch just to clarify that you belong to them.

Cregan knew your purpose, you both had spoken about it earlier that day after one of your classes together. They both have been ignoring you, neglecting your needs and spending more time alone — without you. At first you didn't mind it, thinking that they were busy with the final exams and their final projects of the semester; however, when you knew they were using all that time to plan this stupid party you got pissed, almost screaming at him in the middle of the campus, frustrated. Now here you were, sitting with a freshman trying to get in your pants, all while they were still ignoring you.

Both guys spent the rest of the night drinking, playing some games with other members of the fraternity and having a blast while you were standing in a corner, alone and bored; your two lovers out of your sight. Perhaps that was why you couldn't see Jace searching for you everytime he could, unable to control the jealousy that had grown within him. He couldn't find you anywhere around, which made his mind overthink about where you were, and with whom. Cregan would try to calm him down, offering him his blunt which Jace would accept in order to relax.

Hours passed, it was 4am when the music stopped and everyone passed out in random parts of the fraternity house. Cregan and Jace were stumbling their way up to their dorm, the effects of the alcohol still lingering in their bodies as they struggled to reach for their room. They both were holding onto each other until they opened the door and saw you standing in front of the mirror, wiping off your make up and getting ready to sleep. They noticed you had moved their beds together, making a bigger one as you usually do whenever you stayed with them.

They entered the room in silence, and while Cregan was closing the door and turning the lock, Jace stood closer to you almost drooling once he saw you were wearing one of his shirts. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hid his face on the crock of your neck, leaving wet kisses all over your skin and completely forgetting about the fact that he was supposed to be ignoring you.

“You're so fucking weak, Jace,” Cregan scolded him, removing his shoes and shirt, getting ready to bed.

You turned to look at the eldest guy, who just ignored your intense gaze.

“You're mad?” you dared to ask.

“We both are, actually,” Jacaerys murmured against your skin.

“And why would you be mad? I should be the angry one!”

“Oh, really?” Cregan finally turned, stepping closer to you. “Why is that?”

“You know why! We talked about this and you decided to keep ignoring me!”

Stark laughed dryly, his gray eyes getting darker as he narrowed them. “Is that why you've been acting like a fucking whore tonight? Trying to get into a freshman's pants to get our attention. Fucking pathetic.” He took a step close enough to grab your jaw and force you to look at him. You tried to squirm away from him, but Jace's arms tightened their grip around your body, and you had no escape. “Jace couldn't even enjoy the fucking party because he thought you were sucking another guy's cock. You think that's fair? To make him feel like shit the entire night because you were just needy of attention?”

“I- I didn't-”

“You broke my heart tonight, sweetheart,” Jace whispered in your ear as his fingers reached the hem of your shirt. “You need to pay for what you've done…”

“I'm- I'm sorry, I never meant to-”

“It seems like you need a lesson,” Cregan interrupted you, tightening his grip on your face and making you whine. “Something to remind you that you belong to us.”

Jacaerys' hand cupping your core with one of his hands, burying his fingers between your folds and covering them with your growing slick. He giggled, “she's not wearing panties…” he informed, smiling up at Cregan who clenched his jaw.

“Get her on her knees,” he commanded, and the youngest obeyed immediately, letting you go from his firm grip.

You fell to your knees, scratching them with the raspy carpet beneath you. Jace removed his shirt as Cregan started to unbutton his pants until they pooled around his ankles along with his underwear. You whimpered once you saw his cock starting to get hard under your haze, your mouth watering as you leaned towards his side.

“Get on the bed,” he pointed at Jace. You tried to stand up and follow the instructions too, yet he stopped you by gripping the front of your head and pulling it back. “Not you,” he sternly said. “Open up.”

Obediently, you did as you were told, opening your mouth and letting him press his tip on your tongue. He gave it a few taps, teasing before ge finally decided to start fucking your mouth. Cregan grabbed the sides of your head to keep you still in your position, and his hips started to snap against your throat without further warning. You found stability when you placed your cold hands on his thighs, grasping onto them so you wouldn't lose balance as he had no mercy with you.

You looked up teary eyed, gagging and gulping loudly as you heard his moans slipping out of his plump lips. The small eye contact suddenly became too much for him, so he leaned his head back as he closed his eyes. “Such a delicious mouth,” he praised you, “taking my cock so fucking well.”

His grip around your head started to hurt a bit, his fingertips burying in you as he fastened his pace. It wasn't hard for you to become a mess; your own drool was falling down the corners of your lips as you cried out, your whines being muffled by him inside your mouth, and your slick already starting to leak out of you. Your arousal only grew once he buried himself completely in your mouth, grabbed the back of your head and forced you to stay there for a few seconds, with his length fully sheathed in your throat. Your nose brushed against his pelvis as the air started to escape from your lungs.

“Come on now, baby,” he murmured with a strained voice, feeling his cock pulsing inside your mouth. “Take it… take it all…”

He chuckled softly as you started to tap on his thigh, and he quickly let you go. You gasped once he pulled out of your mouth, gasping for the air your lungs desperately needed. He moaned softly once he saw you; tears on your face, drool falling down your swollen lips — you looked so pretty he even thought about letting you go unpunished and just please you, but then he turned to see Jace; his cock was achingly hard, his ruddy tip leaking as he desperately fucked his fist; he had been so good to you, and you made him feel so bad throughout the night; he deserved a reward, and you deserved a punishment.

Before you could react, Cregan grabbed your body with ease, lifting you up from the ground and carelessly carrying you towards the bed. You moaned with his touch, so needy of him that even his roughness made you squirm out of pleasure. He moved your body around as if you were a ragdoll, shifting your position in bed until you were sitting on top of Jace's pelvis, his cock right between your legs. For a second you thought it was finally the time for them to fuck you, but you were so wrong.

“Grab her hips,” he commanded, using that mandatory tone that drove you and Jace insane. “Don't let her move.”

He positioned himself between the boy's legs, leaving you more confused than before. “What- what are you-?”

“I'm teaching you a lesson,” he stopped you before you could finish your question. “You'll see what happens when you behave and when you don't.”

You saw him leaning down, his plump lips wrapping the tip of Jace's cock and making him squirm beneath your body. Your mouth dropped as you looked at Cregan taking him entirely, his haze fixed in you as the frustration in your body grew even more. The youngest had his nails buried in the flesh of your hips, you heard him moan so prettily that you could even feel the slick oozing out of you, even when you were untouched. It was such a sinful image to witness, especially when Cregan's eyes became teary once he gagged around Jace.

“Oh, fuck…” you mumbled, tears of despair gathering in your eyes as your breathing became ragged. “P-please touch me…”

Jace's hand attempted to reach for your throbbing clit, but the older grabbed his hand and pushed it away. “I'll stop if you touch her,” he warned him. All you could do was cry out.

Cregan's ragged breathing would reach your folds, causing shivers all over your spine. You would try to move your hips to at least rub yourself against Jace's skin, but he didn't allow it, holding you down so tightly that you were certain it would leave a bruise.

The moans turned into whines as Jace started to quickly feel the orgasm coming. His skin was burning as Cregan fervently sucked on his tip, using his tongue to clean up the precum spilling from his slit. Whenever you would cry out or move on top of him he would feel closer to the edge, his body burning inside. “I'm so fucking close, baby,” he whimpered, “keep sucking my cock, I'm- I'm gonna fucking cum… f-fuuck.”

You saw Cregan hollowing his cheeks, milking Jace dry as he came inside his mouth. Drops of the pearly seed escaped from his lips and you felt the need to lick them both clean. You needed a taste, anything that would make you feel some kind of relief.

He sat back up, and as soon as he laid his hazy eyes on you, he grabbed your neck pulling you closer towards him. As if it was a reflex, you opened your mouth while you stared at him through your glossy eyes. He let his spit fall onto your mouth, to then pull you close and fervently kiss you. The salty taste of Jace's release lingered in your mouths as you devoured each other, you would whine against his lips, still sobbing as your pussy was already aching for the lack of attention.

That's when the boy beneath you wrapped you between his arms, forcing you to lay on top of his chest. He didn't even let you catch a break before you felt his cock slowly making his way inside of you, and you gasped out of relief. He stretched you out, providing you with that sweet sting of pain that drove you insane. His hands grabbed your thighs, folding you in half as he started to thrust upwards.

“Don't ever forget who you belong to,” he grunted against your ear as you struggled to keep it quiet. Probably the whole house knew what you were doing, and maybe that was their purpose all along. “You're fucking ours, baby. This tight pussy belongs to us, do you hear me?”

Cregan's hand fell hard on your throbbing clit as you remained silent. A whine left your lips as Jace kept bullying your gummy, wet walls with his girth.

“Answer him,” he demanded, getting closer to you and placing his leaking cock on top of your swollen pearl. You felt the room spinning.

“Yes! Yes! I'm- fuck… I'm fucking yours,” you sobbed.

The whole situation became overwhelming, while one was burying himself in the deepest part of you, the other was rubbing himself on your sensitive flesh, searching for his own release as he wrapped his hand around your throat.

“Fuck, you're fucking squeezing me so tight, baby,” Jace moaned, breathlessly as he felt the mixture of your slick falling down his sack. The lewd sounds of your folds getting stretched by his thickness almost making him cum again. “So fuckin delicious…”

“We've just started and we already fucked her silly,” Cregan chuckled. “She's a fucking mess for us…”

A layer of sweat covered your body; you felt the blood burning inside your veins, the orgasm approaching you embarrassingly fast as they were stimulating your senses. Your eyes rolled back, the desperate pleads slipping out of your lips as you were begging them to make you cum. You were shaking, your face covered in tears as the moans were ripped out of your throat.

“So loud,” the older teased you, “gonna wake up the whole fucking house…”

“I- I need to… please, I need to cum!”

Cregan leaned towards you, and Jace instinctively fastened his pace, burying himself deeper and harder; you had a hard time thinking straight as the older’s hands tightened around your neck. “Ow, poor girl, wants to cum. I don't think you deserve it.”

“P-please, Cregan…”

“Work for it,” he demanded. “Make Jace cum and then you're free to do it too.”

Almost as if it was an instinct, you started to move your hips up and down Jace's cock, making the thrusts more intense and deeper. The younger moaned loudly, already feeling overstimulated by your movements and feeling his sack heavy with a new load of his release. He thought about how pretty you would look with your legs spreaded and his seed falling from your weeping hole; that image alone almost made him peak right in the spot.

“Jacey, please!” you whined, already growing tired. “Please, please, cum in me!”

“Want me to fill your pretty cunny, baby? Mhm? Want my cum inside of you?” he teased, and you rolled your eyes as your walls clenched with his filthy words.

“Yes… yes, please… give it to me, please…”

As a spectator, Cregan groaned loudly, quickly rubbing his hands around his shaft with his eyes fixed in the way Jace was filling you up, bewitched by that bulge in your belly that grew each time that he would bury himself deep inside of you, touching your sweet spot over and over until your head feel dizzy and all that left your mouth were incoherent mumbling.

“I can't… I can't hold it…” you sobbed.

“Come on, baby, I'm so fucking close, just wait for me,” Jace whimpered, his movements getting more desperate and sloppier.

“I can't! I can't! F-fuck…”

Everything came to a breaking point once your release gushed out of you, spurring all over them and making a complete mess. Neither of them could hold back after such an obscene view in front of them, and they were quick to follow. Jacaerys finally spilled himself in you, his seed painting your walls and filling you to the brim. Lastly, Cregan stained your shirt and flesh with his pearly drops, moaning so beautifully that it made you feel butterflies in your belly.

You hissed when Jace pulled out of you, feeling your legs shake while Cregan struggled to stand up from the bed and looking for something to clean you up while you laid against the younger’s body, who softly wiped the tears out of your face.

“Shh… it's okay, you did so good for us, my love,” he cooes, so gently. “So, so good.”

“I'm- I'm sorry,” you mumbled while Cregan returned to your side with a towel in his hand. With soft brushes he started to clean your thighs, your belly and the raw flesh between your legs. “I- I never meant to make you two feel bad… I was- I was being so selfish-”

“Hey,” Cregan stopped you, holding your face with gentleness; so different from his previous touch. “It's already behind us, okay?”

Once he finished cleaning you up, your body fell into Jace's embrace as he wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you closer to him and cuddling with you. He hid his face on the crook of your neck and softly hummed when the remains of your sweet perfume reached his nose.

“We love you so much,” he whispered, “please, don't ever do that to us again…”

You grabbed your face only to see his puppy, brown eyes. A gentle, soft kiss was shared as you felt Cregan laying down behind you and fondling your body, soon you three had your limbs tangled as you kissed and caressed each other without shame. Loving touches that relaxed all of you.

“I'm sorry,” you whispered again to the both of them. “I'll never do that again.”

“Do you promise?” Cregan asked.

“I promise,” you softly nodded.

The Northern boy leaned to leave a soft kiss on your cheek, you both shared a gentle smile which let you know that the anger that was once within him was now fully gone.

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rusmii · 4 months

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🎧₊ FUCK HIM, I'LL BE YO' BABY DADDY INSTEAD

homewrecker!chuuya, dazai, kunikida, fukuzawa, sigma, fyodor, nikolai x fem!reader who's in a toxic relationship

tags. hardcore smut, sfw hcs (not rlly sfw hcs), nsfw scenarios, toxic (ex) bf, ur favs fuck you so good🤞, cheating, fingering, g-spot hitting, stalking, manipulation, gaslighting, dubcon i think?, stalking, porn videos/photos, p->v, lying, no used protection, cuckholding, inviting third person, cowgirl, mating, doggy, cuffed and gagged, bondage gear, clit stimulation, praise/degration, spanking, revenge sex, sex ed lessons, oral (f/m), blowjobs, cunnilingous, nikolai eating readers pussy while carrying her on the wall, g-spot hitting, mentioned nikolai murdering your ex 💀, NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL, BANNERS/DIVIDERS MADE BY ME.

ps. I HATE THIS POST SM. IM NEVER WRITING SOMETHING LIKE THIS AGAINNN😭😭 !!!! as u can see i removed ango and tecchou..

i'm currently hosting a nsfw event for my 400+ followers that'll end when i hit 500 and im currently at 460+ already.. if u wanna join before it ends pls do so! I'll be posting all event reqs after the event closes <3

don't steal anything from @rusmii, including the contents of this post.

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00.1 #𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐀

CONFUSED ASF.

honestly brought up the topic abt calling the police multiple times.

is so sosososo confused on why you don't want him to help you and take care of the man :(

you're his best friend, so why don't you ask him for help??

well... he gets his answer one day when your urgently call him to come over.

The door swung opened. There, Kunikida saw you dressed in your skimpy lingerie with a small smirk on your face. "Kuni~ So glad to have you join us for tonight's punishment!" Confused, Kunikida raised his brow. "Is there something wrong?" He asks, allowing himself into the coze of your home — shutting the door lock. You shook your head, "No, just needed you and my boyfriend for something today." Your boyfriend. Concealing his snarl, Kunikida clears his throat and asks you to lead the way.

When you open the door down the hall, Kunikida is met by a man handcuffed and gagged in a chair as well as... bondage gear..? "[Name], what is this?" Kunikida questions, anxious about what you were going to say next. You say nothing and drag him inside the room, locking the door shut before having him sit on the bed. You bend your knees, now eye level to Kunikida's crotch, and what you say next surprises the fuck out of him. "Let's cuck my ex?"

Least to say, Kunikida couldn't deny your request — with how wonderfully beautiful you are, bouncing on his cock. He groans, your insides felt absolutely amazing. "[Name]~ Just like that, rotate your hips just like that - Ghnn~" He places his hands on your hips. You turn back to look at him, a lewd expression hidden by your composed structure. "Oh fuck! Mhm~ Kunii~ Your cock is so biiiigg!" You moan — Kunikida, as an ideal man, never thought that he'd let his best friend cowgirl him in front of her boyfriend. But yet again, you did say that he was your ex right before he started.

So he doesn't need to feel guilty because of his morals, right? That set aside, Kunikida glances at your ex, his face full of snot and tears. He grits his teeth, suddenly feeling hard as hell when he realizes that you were close. Your pussy clamps hard on his dick, the pressure causing him to thrust upwards. "OH!~ Fuck!~ Kunikida!!!~" You mewl, loving this sudden surprise. "Shut it - you whores are always so damn loud," he finally let loose, thrusting up roughly every chance he got.

You squeal, legs shaking and head thrown back. You could hear the muffle yells of your ex, but you didn't care. You didn't want to fuck his pussy soaked wrinkled dick from other girls. So as a last farewell, you spread open your legs — wide. "Kuni!~ Kuni!~ Gonna cum!~" You warn a second before you came — your juices spraying everywhere in front of you. Seconds after, Kunikida came deep inside your pussy — breeding you right in front of your ex boyfriend.

00.2 #𝐅𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀

not much to say abt him since I didn't study up on his chara😞🙏

BUUT. fukuzawa would totally def be the type to let you come into his office at any given moment for his comfort :(

honestly wanted to murder the dude but remembered his principles and how he left behind that past, so he refrains from prying too deep into your business.

always there to lend a helping hand at tending to your bruises if you got any

even rubbing your clit to make you feel better on d-day of your break up:(

An audible groan came from you. Your legs spread wide open as you sat on Fukuzawa's lap. His fingers treading towards the depths of your lower half. "Fuku.." You whisper, turning your head to kiss him. He engulfs your lips without hesitation, his fingers finding your clit and circling around it slowly.

"There, there my lovely - he does not deserve you 'nor your love, my dear," he says softly into your ear. His raspy voice doing wonders to rile up your arousal. "It feels good~" A faint moan escapes from you as your fist clutches the fabric of his black haori — his green yukata wrapped around your naked body. "Does it? Then does this feel good as well?" He asks, his other hand on your breast, stimulating your nipple.

The soft tease of your privates sent waves of faint pleasure down your spine. "Hn~ Fuku~.. T-that - hic! Uh-huhh..~" You nod your head, unable to talk through your sobs. "Alright," he chuckles, fingers gliding back to your waist to bring your slipping body back up on his lap. "No need to cry, darling. That man does not know what he is losing." He wipes your tears.

Fukuzawa's hands grope at your breasts, softly and gently. "Break up with him today - you deserve better," he whispers into your ear, his fingers trailing down your breasts to your pelvic area. You hiccuped, feeling disarrayed. "But - Ghn!~" Cutting out any doubts you have left in your system, Fukuzawa flicks at your labia — his fingers making its way to your clit once again.

"You can. Don't let that man scare you." He starts rubbing at a rhythm he knows that's sure to get you squealing in his lap. "Fukufukufuku!~ - zawaannn!!" A long moan strides from your throat — his deep grumble faint. Fukuzawa uses his other to grab your cell, and the first looks for is your boyfriend's. As your high approaches it's max, you hear the sound of a phone ringing.

"As you cum, you're going to break up with your him," Fukuzawa whispers into your ear right before you heard your boyfriends agitated voice — never mind that. You feel his slender fingers slipping in and out of your cunt. The feeling excited you. "I - uh.. - 'M brea - Eehn!~ Breaking up with youuu!!~" You squeal, Fukuzawa's fingers being forced out with the pressure of your orgasm.

Fukuzawa hung up as soon as you announced it, rubbing circles on your stomach. "Good girl, you did so wonderful [Name]. See? There was nothing to fear."

00.3 #𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀

this most likely happened at his casino

like say one day he sees you and goes "ooo pretty girl - nvm she got a husband'

but he sort of js watches you through his screens or subtly follows u around??? man can blend in but bit perfectly

so imagine his reaction one day when he catches your husband cheating on u with another girl in ur bedroom while u were in the shower?

yes he saw through the cams

easy! do the same while he's in the shower ;))

after sigma showed you all the evidence of your husband's affair, you were more than willing to get fucked the same way. "Fuck!~ Sir!~" You moan his name, yelping when a hand collides with your ass. "Shut it. Or do you want to get caught?" Sigma tuts, more motivated than ever when he hears your lewd mewls. But in truth, Sigma was nervous — what if you hadn't reacted the way you did? What then?

Your pussy clenches tight around his dick, bringing him back from stress hell. "Fuuck~ [Name], your - female reproductive system feels soo goood~" He moans from behind you, a hand smacking your ass. "Ah~ Th-the fuck - Gnh!~ Did you just say?" — "I said your pussy feels good! Now shut the fuck up before your cheating scum of a husband comes out and sees how much of a slut his wife is," he threatens — a sharp thrust ripping a moan out of you.

"A - yes sir! Mhmm~" A hand shoves your head down into the pillow. You hear Sigma mutter something, but you didn't bother to pay attention to it — having such good dick drill your pussy was mind numbing. "Ahn!~ Heen!!~" — "Shut up!" Sigma hisses, his thrusts speeding up. "Did you hear that? The tap turned off - your husband is coming out soon. And you better cream my dick before he does."

You mewl from his roughness, starting to feel that long awaited build up tip over. "Si-gmaa!!~ 'M cummin!!! Please! I'm gunna! - " The door is slammed open amidst your very loud moaning. You hear a gasp, and an angry shout come from the man behind you guys. "Shitshit - Mrs. [Surname] - your pussy feels sooo good," Sigma groans, pushing his dick inside your pussy as far as he can.

"[NAME]! What the fuck?!" — "Quiet. Your wife is a busy woman," Sigma shuts him up, pointing to your convulsing pussy wrapped around his dick.

00.4 #𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑

is honestly not surprised by how toxic your relationship is

he knows that you're a person who's easily manipulated by those you care about

an absolute doormat you were

fyodor understands the emotions; fear and sadness — but what he doesn't do is sympathize for those who has it

when you came crying to him about how your boyfriend wouldn't have sex with such an inexperienced woman, he knew now that this was the perfect opportunity to teach you the sex ed you didn't know

Fyodor's nimble fingers dangle down your jawline, your face clutched in his palm. "Open your jaw, Angel." Though what intended to sound like a gentle reminder, served as a command by the male above you. Opening your mouth without complaint, you let him guide your lips to the tip if his dick.

"Now remember," his soft voice echoes through the room. "Tongue first, swirl it. Then suck the tip." Doing as he says, you start off slow — the hand softly petting your head encouraging you pick up your pace. "Mhm~ Very good," Fyodor groans, watching as almost half his dick gets slobbered up by you. He smirks, the advice he was teaching you was to specifically pleasure him, and only him. But of course, you didn't need to know that. Not when you were following his instructions so good.

"Angel~ Such a good girl~" He moans when you start engulfing his cock whole. "Ghic - Mhm - Fwyo," you gurgle, choking on his dick. Despite that, Fyodor understood everything you were trying to convey. "Don't worry, darling. 'M close, you can breathe till then." A hand picks at the root of your hairs, massaging your scalp as praise.

You whimper, your oxygen level starting to get low. Attempting to get him off quicker, you use your hands to jack off the remaining visible skin. Fyodor hisses, an audible moan leaves his mouth when his dick twitches. "Angel - just like that~ Keep doing that, good girl - fuck - Ангел!" As his lips part, he slips in a foreign word to you — a jaw dropping grip held tightly on your scalp as he came.

Because of the tight space between your head and his hands, you were forced to stay where you were, taking everything his dick had to offer. After a minute or two, Fyodor leveled his breathing and peered down. Your etched tongue and wide-eyed expression made him tingle a bit — "God - [Name]..." he heaves breathlessly, caressing your hair. Oh ‐ Fyodor was going to teach you well all right — your boyfriend is surely going to love your newly learned techniques once he's done with you.

00.5 #𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐈

BRO. THIS GUY.

being dismissive of your situation is not like him at ALL.

so yk what he does??? straight up murders the man and dumps him into the river to free you

then what do he do after that??

go to your place, relax, make you laugh, and get you to feel better abt yourself! — I mean, not like you weren't already feeling good, your ex of a bitch is finally gone from your life

and nikolai does give you the best night treatment of all time too;D (totally not my make up for the lack of nikolai)

"Fuck! Nikolai!~" You cursed, burning pleasure filling your veins as you were slammed onto the wall. Your legs were wrapped around Nikolai's head as he ate you out, using his surprisingly muscular strength to carry you with ease. His tongue danced around your labia and into your folds, teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue. "Niko..~ Do something!" You whine, pushing his head further down in an attempt to feel more than the teasing tingling bits of pleasure.

He pulls away, a toothy grin staring right up at you. "Nu-uh," was all he said before planting a kiss on your thigh. " 'M gonna eat this pussy out like hub star~" — "Then hurry the fuck u-p-oghnn!!~" Your back arches off the wall, his tongue digging straight into your cunt. "Niko-Nikoniko!~ Th-at..~ Don't stop!" You plead as you moan. The white-haired man smiles against your pussy, his tongue roughly fucking into your sopping cunt.

"Ehn!!~ Fuck! Right there~" Grinding your crotch on his absolutely slobbered face, you release a long train of squeals. Nikolai curled his tongue, trying to find your g-spot. It took a few tries, but he knew he got it when you flinched and started squirming in his arms. "Fwucking sluut~" Nikolai's giggles were muffled by your cunt — but that didn't stop him from giving you teasing comments.

" 'M not!!!- Oghhh!~" He smiles, knowing that you're close. " 'Yer gunna cum on my tongue 'n nothing else!" He says happily, slurping up all your juices before shoving his tongue back inside with full force. Curling with such vigor, that tiny piece of flesh was hitting all the right spots in your pussy. "Nikolai!!!~ Nikolai!~ 'M - 'M -- Cu - !!!"

Without warning, a blast of your juices spraying onto Nikolai's face, blinding him for just a moment. He shuts his eyes, eager to keep going until you're whimpering in overstimulation — "Was I a better muncher than that stupid boy toy of yours?~" He asks, through his lopsided and arousal slobbered smile. But before you could answer, you felt yourself being pulled off the wall and thrown onto the bed. Oh man, tonight was gonna be a long night of relaxation.

00.6 #𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈

give him credit, dazai is trying his best not to shoot him on site — fingers itching the trigger on the gun in his back pocket.

he literally stalks him and takes photo/video evidence of everything your boyfriend does — threatening to show the world about his infidelity to the world.

sure, people in Japan wouldn't care as much as people from the west but at least women know who to look out for.

so that's what he ends up doing — exposing him to the world and tagging his company, his hookups, his family, everyone that dazai could get his information on.

you, on the other hand, came crying to dazai's doorstep when you were blamed for everything.

perfect — he thinks. now that you were here, he'd show you how much of a douche your boyfriend actually was.

"[Name]~ Come on, I know you can do it," Dazai purrs into the nape of your neck, his hot breath fanning your ear. "I - 'M trying! Hn~" You moan uncomfortably. Being shoved face down into the sheets wasn't the idle position for you, but who were you to complain when you were getting dicked down so good.

Dazai thrusts inside your cunt slowly, forcing you to feel every vien and crook his dick had to offer. Your body shook, his dick plunging straight into your core — almost hitting your cervix. "Mhm~ Darlin', you feel so good," He praises. "Dazai..~" You mewl his name, your body responding to him well. Dazai's hand presses your back, forcing your face to dig deeper into the pillow. "Your boyfriend won't mind if I fuck my children into his girlfriends womb, hm?~"

"Heii!~ Y-yes he wouldhnn!!~" You grit your teeth, pleasure racking up your body as he rotates his hips slowly. Dazai made an annoyed grunt, "What?" He makes a sharp thrust. "That's not what he told me the other day." He says, shocking you. "Huh? - What does..nn~ That mean..?" You ask — questions full of doubt starting to take over. Did your boyfriend not care about you anymore?

Dazai chuckles, another calculated thrust sliding over your g-spot. Like he could he read your thoughts, he pats your ass softly. "Aw~ 'M, so sorry, dear... Has he not been telling you of all his bitches he's been fucking behind your back?" And right on cue, you start to thrash in his grip. "Shut up! No, he didn't! Osamu - I swear to god -" — "Then what's this?" Cutting you off, Dazai shoves his phone in front of your face and starts swiping on the multiple photos of girls being dicked by your boyfriend.

You froze, tears starting to well up in your eyes. Was he really doing these things behind your back?... "Poor [Name], so naive.." Dazai thrusts slowly behind you. You sniffle, "He.. - How long?" — "A week after you two started going out," he says, dragging a thrust. Dazai then swipes onto a video of your boyfriend and a girl in the same position as you and him — pressing play, he sets the pace and rhythm to match your boyfriends.

"See that? How he thrusts inside his bitch like you never existed?" His words stung, the moans of your boyfriends stung, everything stung. "If he's fucking her like that then..." A powerful, deep thrust came from him. "Then he wouldn't mind this, now would he?" You sigh, pleasure starting to consume your senses again. "Yeah.." You moan.

Closing your eyes and letting your head fall back onto the pillow. Dazai smirks, playing the video louder — thrusting faster to have your moans drown out the video. He could feel your cunt squeeze his dick — a painful groan escaped his lips. "Fuck - [Name] keep squeezing like that." His thrusts now shallow and fast. "Hiinnn!!~ Osamu!!~ Osamu!~ I - Can't -" — "Hold it," he orders, his sloppy thrusts becoming vigorous.

"Ha~ Mhm!~ 'Sam-'samu!!~" You squeal, legs giving up as you came — your pussy squeezing him so tight he only had a second to bracr himself for his orgasm. "Fuuuck~..." He groans next to your ear, dutifully creaming your insides. "Haa~ normally.. I'd call you a bad girl and - hgn~ Punish you, but..." He pulls out, flipping you over on your back and spreading your legs. He watches as his cum oozes out your pussy, and grabs his phone.

He angles the phone to capture his still hard dick along with your pussy and fucked out face. "This seems like a fitting punishment enough for another person." He laughs. Going to your boyfriends number and sending him the picture, captioned; 'Be prepared to raise my children;)’

00.7 #𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 (fic bonus!)

anger. anger was all he felt every time he opened his door to see your swollen eyes and packed backpack whenever you and your boyfriend had a fight.

"shit - you okay?" he would ask as he settles you in, bringing you a cup of hot chocolate to sip while he runs you a bath.

and when you tell him you're fine, he calls bullshit but doesn't pry you further, wanting to get you as comfortable as possible at the moment.

"why don't you leave him? you're friends with the fucking mafia for fucks sake." he groans next to you, a cozy blanket. a bit too intimate for friends but it didn't matter if you two were close friends.

"it takes time. besides, i love him too much to leave him like that." you would reply back, leaning your head on his shoulder. the action not helping him stay in his lane.

it starts with small and subtle actions. things your boyfriend would refuse to do, chuuya did with/for you.

it made your heart swell every time, and just when chuuya thinks he's finally got you in his grasp — you go and happily announce your ex's fake ass apology.

this irks chuuya to the fucking core. what the hell does that serial cheat have that he doesn't? he's got money, looks, hell — the goddamn loyalty your ex lacks.

but every failed opportunity eventually combines into a one in a life time chance, right?

You sniffle, the alcohol intoxicating your system was finally reaching its peak. you glance at chuuya, his red face from the intensity of the situation and the wine from moments earlier made you fell swell inside. "Chuuya," you tug on his sleeve, making him look at you. "What? Wanna talk shit 'bout that dick more? -" — "- I think I love you."

Chuuya froze — was he hearing things right? Or was it just the alcohol buzzing his brain? "What?" He asks, still unsure of what he heard. "Thank you," you corrected your mistake, turning away when he attempts to lean closer to you. "No - I heard what you said. You said you loved me," he insists, taking you by the arm when you try to get up. You shook your head, invulnerability starting to wall up. "No, I didn't."

"You did." He repeats, dragging you back down into his lap. Though you couldn't see him, you could feel him burying his head into the back of your neck. "You love me," he whispers again — like it was some sort of affirmative confirmation. You stayed silent, afraid of what you might say next.

But what happens next is a blur. One thing happened that led to another, and another, and another — A groan falls next to your ear. His lips pursed, giving your ear a soft kiss before moving down to where your neck was. A line of hickies was the aftermath of the marking attack. "Chuuya," you say.

"I know," he says back. Stripping you of your clothes while trying to unbuckle his belt at the same time. You took pity on his struggle and took off your own shirt, unlacing his belt for him with a few twists. He stood on his knees, drunkenly watching with only one goal in mind — to take care of you.

"Lay down for me," he commands — your nimble fingers pressing against his chest as he circles up your waist, unclipping your bra and tossing it aside. Listening without a complaint, you lay still — the humming buzz from the wine, making you feel light-headed and impulsive. Chuuya's fingers make it to the waistband of your underwear, pulling on the elastic to stretch it — dragging the piece of cloth down your legs.

The cold air presses your labia — a foreign feeling from the lack of sexual activity between you and your boyfriend. And Chuuya knew that all too well. So when his fingers approach your lips, he's careful to gently touch it. You whine, the feathery feeling of his fingers rubbing your folds wasn't giving you enough stimulation to feel pleasure.

Chuuya swats away your hand from your clit, tsking as he does so. " 'M the one taking care of you - trust me, m'kay?" He soothes you, placing your hand back down to the side before readjusting his position. Chuuya was now hovering over your body — his already lubricated fingers pushing in one at a time. Your breath hitched, toes curled, and lashes futtered. "Ch-chuuya~..." You moan his name, the foreign feeling being washed away by a new sense of tingling pleasure. "Don't moan my name just yet - we haven't even got to the fun part," he says, his lone finger curling over your sensitive spot.

"O-okay - Hc!~" Another finger entered you. This time, the burning stretch was more noticeable. Chuuya notices your slightly scrunched face and bends down to give you a chaste kiss. "It's 'kay," he mumbles on the corner of your lips. " 'Tis only gonna hurt for a little bit - I know pain like this will soon turn into ecstasy for my girl when I do this." He curls his fingers, both brushing over your g-spot while he does. "Ghn ~ Hic -" Your eyes roll up slightly, the sudden bundle of pleasure hitting you like a boulder.

"Fuck - Fuck~" You drunkenly moan, the back hairs of your nape zizzing up from the chill. "Mhm, keep doing that," you command, letting out another loud moan when Chuuya rolls over your g-spot again. "Clit stim?" He asks, already rubbing your nub with another finger — but really, there was no point in him asking if he was just going to go ahead and do it. "Sh-it ~" A moan came from you, your head tilted back.

After a few more curls of his fingers, you felt that pressure in your abdomen that you craved for so long. "Chu-Chu- 'M gonna - Cu - Hnn~" His fingers picked up the pace when he heard your little warning. "Cummin'?" He chuckles, his fingers rubbing your spot. "Chuuya!~" You moan his name, feeling your approaching high climbing the coaster faster. "Fuck - can't believe I get to experience this. So fucking pretty - 'yer so damn beautiful." He praises. A combo that never ended well with holding out on your orgasms.

Your back arches, feet kicking the sheets as your hands desperately grasp for anything it can. "Cu-Please~ 'M - " — "Cum for me," Chuuya orders, his final swirl causing you to spiral. The peak of the coaster now falling down. "Shiiit - pretty girl." Chuuya spoke as he watches you drench his fingers. Once you were done with your high, you look up at Chuuya — his face glaring with glea. "Hi."

"Hi. How was it?" He asks you, rubbing soothing circles on the side of your leg. You laid there, reflecting on what you just done. Letting your best friend finger the fuck out of you even though you had a boyfriend. Oh fucking — what a damn predicament you were in. "I -.. I don't know." You admit, the awkward feeling of post orgasm hitting you. In a way, you felt guilty. Cheating on your boyfriend like that — but at the same time you felt giddy. The pleasure of sex finally being given to you by your best friend.

"Don't think too hard 'bout it," he picks up your hand and kisses your knuckle. "I'll be a better baby daddy then that fucker ever was." He winks with a smile, bringing your hand down to his twitching cock.

"I'll be a better baby daddy then that fucker ever was." Was the last rational thing you heard before you started stroking his cock. His breath hitched — a sigh of pleasure escapes his lips. "Fuck - you really know how to stroke a cock," he chuckles, watching as you smear his precum around his dick. "Hm~ Maybe you just never had a good stroke before," you tease his tip, a bubbly smirk donning your face.

He grins, stopping you from doing anymore and pushing you down on the bed. "Maybe - how 'bout you show me how good pussy feels next," he challenges, pushing inside your already stretched cunt. "Oh fuck! - Chuuya~" You moan, his dick curving perfectly inside your walls. "Hnn..." He grunts above, throwing your legs over his shoulders. "Finger fucked the shit outta' you earlier. Now my dick is gonna do the same," he pulls out just to the tip and gives you a harsh, first thrust.

Angling his thrust perfectly on the first try, Chuuya groans when he feels your walls clamp tighter. "Shiiit - baby you feel so fuckin' good." You moan at his praise, the feeling of his dick so snug inside was making you tear up. "Mhm!~ Chu - Hic - Good! Soo guuudd~" You slur on your words — Chuuya dicking you down better then any man that has even touched you.

He smirks, rotating his hips, watching as your eyes water even more due to the slight intoxication from the wine earlier. "Hnn~ Wait - 'Tis not enough." You whine, your head drooping to side. Chuuya curses. In normal circumstances, he'd tell you to ease up and love you slowly — but now? well, now the alcohol wants him to go to pound town on your pussy. And he was going to do exactly that.

Chuuya pulls out to the tip again, slamming his hips against yours as he thrusts inside. This time, instead of getting you adjusted to his cock, Chuuya fucks you with vigor. "Fuck!~" You moan, back arching off the bed a little. "Bitch wanna get fucked like the little cheating whore you are? Shit - I'll give ya' the same fuckin' treatment as porno hires." Threat or not, it was fucking hot. You loved the dirty talk and rough treatment Chuuya was giving you.

Folding you over, Chuuya picks up his pace — his dick now ghosting out of your entrance as it fills up your cunt every millisecond. "Chuuyya~ Chuuya!~ Chuuyaahnn!!~" He hears you sputter his name — drool dripping down from the corner of your mouth. Chuuya sees and sticks his fingers inside your mouth, moaning at the sudden clench of your cunt. "T-Toooo muuuchh!!!~" You gag on his fingers, tongue webbing around them.

"Nah - you said you needed this," he lied, putting words into your mouth. "So don't go fucking wailing like a damn hurt dog - remember, you were the one who pounced on me like a cheating little slut." He exaggerates on the last three words like it was his bragging rights. "C-can't!" You twist your body, the overwhelming pleasure building too much on your abdomen. Chuuya cooed, mockingly. "Yes, you can, sweetheart. Don't let my dick get in the way of your creamin'."

A loud moan escapes Chuuya's mouth as your pussy latches onto his dick — dragging its velvety walls so nicely. "Fuuuckiinn---ggg shiiiiit - [Namenamename] - making me feel so - Ghn~ Fuck! Good~" — Hiinnnn!!~ Chuuyyaaaa!!!~" You both spew nonsense at the same time, the wine finally taking its toll on your conscious control.

"Fuuckfuckkfuckfuckkk~ 'M cummin - Shit I'm -" Chuuya whines, the pleasure overtaking him, his rhythm stuttering and his dick twitching uncontrollably inside your pussy. You couldn't even speak anymore — all sorts of voiced thoughts were replaced by moans. "Shit - you cummin'? Can feel you squeezing the shit outta' my dick..." He grunts.

After a couple more thrusts and Chuuya's fuse fucking blew. He was cumming so hard his eyes rolled back and he had to clutch you to keep himself grounded. Once he opened his eyes, he was met to the sight of your fucked out, twitching body — and a lovely creampie! Hopefully, your boyfriend doesn't mind the fact that you two didn't use protection.

hi. I hate this post.

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Ghost x p⋆rnstar!reader ; roomates!au

Tags: afab!reader, piv, smut, vaginal sex, mentions of masturbation, porn, and sex work, mirror kink kinda, far from canon simon, i write with badjhur's voice in my ear, roomates to...?, not so secret life, simon has a little crush

Notes: I don't know how onlyfans works 🧍

Simon was a man who liked to keep to himself, didn't really see a point in socializing with the people around him, he could make do with himself after all, there was no point in dragging other people into the mix. He liked his privacy and that was clear even for the people around him.

However, the one place he felt like he was forced to socialize was the place he hoped would've given him the privacy he needed, his apartment. Or more accurately, your shared apartment.

Simon was your roommate, a quiet and reserved man. He seldom held conversation, only ever indulging you in your little questions which ranged from how his day was going to what his plans were for the day. He didn't mind this small talk, even asking you some questions of his own, you were roommates after all, he didn't want to feel like he was living with a complete stranger.

He thought he didn't need to know more than you had already told him, you didn't pry into his personal life anyway so why would he do the same? And plus, he couldn't even be bothered to know more, ask deeper questions and look past what was on the surface... But when he came home earlier than he usually did and found the apartment to be silent, it made him wonder.

He looked around for a bit after setting his shoes down, finding it way too quiet for his liking. Before he knew it, he was walking to your room, hand ready to knock on your door to ask if you were in there just to check on you since he knew you were home way earlier than he was.

"Hey, are you in th-" He blinked for a moment, staring at your door like a deer in headlights when he heard it. His hand slowly pulled away from your door as he strained his ears, he needed to know if he was just hearing things.

"Fuck..." The sounds of your soft moans came from the other side of the door, filling his ears like a melody he'd never heard before. Simon felt like a pervert listening to you, he didn't mean to intrude but he was stuck there like his feet were planted in place right outside your door, unable to walk away after hearing your moans.

Before he could gather up enough energy for his brain to function again, his dick was already twitching in his pants, rock solid only from your voice. It made him groan, frowning as he looked down at the bulge that was growing as if it would make him any less turned on. He couldn't just jack off right outside your door even if he wanted to keep on listening to you anyway, it was too much.

As he stood outside your door, his thoughts mixing and scrambling together, he noticed your soft voice had stopped and he furrowed his brow at that, a little disappointed but he didn't move, desperate to calm his heart down so he could hear you from the other side of the door.

"Thank you... for watching..." your voice was a bit muffled through the door but your words were as clear as day. Simon's ears perked up as the gears in his head finally started working..

"So this is what you do for work, huh?" He chuckled to himself, narrowing his eyes at your door like he could somehow open it but he knew you were shuffling around in there to get everything organized so he decided it was time to walk away.

After that night, Simon saw you in a different light, a light he definitely didn't have before.

He started talking to you more, or so you noticed. On one side, it made you happy that Simon was "opening up" to you, but it was also a new feeling, he was a man of few words after all but your small chats slowly turned into deeper conversations, some even leading late into the night with how much you enjoyed each others company.

Meanwhile, Simon couldn't deny that there was something brewing, his curiosity about you definitely spiked but more than the countless nights he spent fucking his fist to the thought of those soft moans he heard some nights ago, he actually found himself genuinely enjoying your presence, especially when he found your profile on his new favorite app, onlyfans.

He only followed you, never paid for anyone else. he watched everything you put out, from the first to the latest video you posted, and he thanked what God was out there that you performed only by yourself.

Watching you became his nightly routine, he looked forward to being able to watch you before he slept, imagining what it would be like to touch you, help you feel even better than those toys you used. He began to memorize which toys you had and how you used them from how frequently he watched your content.

It was safe to say he had become enamored with you in every possible way, feeling a connection with you even if he didn't show it to you in person, he felt like he knew you.

One night, he came home in a particularly pissy mood, it was obvious work didn't go as well and he didn't talk to you when he entered through the door, only giving you a glance as he stomped to his room and closed the door with a small thud.

There were nights when he came home like this before, but after getting to know him the past few months you really started to get closer with him, you thought it'd be fine if you tried to talk to him this time around.

It was late into the evening when you walked to his door with a mug of his favorite tea in your hand. You hoped that he would be welcoming and while in the past you never really cared enough to do something like this, your new formed bond with him had you concerned about how he was doing.

"Simon?" You knocked on his door quietly, hoping he would let you in. Heavy footsteps approached the door and the slow creak made up for the silence earlier. Simon looked at you from the small crack in his door with a blank expression.

"D'ya need something?" He asked, it made you wonder a little how he sounded like he was out of breath, and of course you couldn't miss how he was clearly lacking a top. It was strange but you looked past it.

"No, I just came by to see how you were doing, I made you some tea" you gave him a small smile, extending the mug out. It made him scoff, his eyes glancing at the mug then back to you. "Thanks love, needed it" he chuckled and took the mug from your hands and giving it a sip.

"Is there anything else you need? I mean... You did look pretty upset earlier"

Your comment made him laugh, keeping his eyes on you as he opened his door wider. You couldn't miss the smirk dancing on his lips and you felt like his eyes were on every inch of you, towering over you like a beast.

"You wanna help me?" He crossed his arms, leaning against his doorframe. His eyes seemed to scan over you so intently it made you feel like you were shrinking under his gaze.

"I mean yeah... I know I never really did things like this in the past... But y'know" you shrugged, trying to lighten the atmosphere a bit. He hummed with your response, seeing it fair in a way.

"Cute" He scoffed, pushing himself off from his doorframe as he retreated back into his room, leaving you standing outside. "Y'coming in or what?" He turned back, looking at you with clear amusement, and although you couldn't tell from where you were standing, you could practically hear the smirk that was still plastered on his lips.

You stepped into his room without a word and you couldn't help but look around, it was the first time you had ever been in his room of course. He set the mug down on his nightstand before turning back to look at you, his eyes scanning you from top to bottom.

"Stand over here" He beckoned you over to him to stand in front of the mirror he had and silently, you walked over. He hummed, placing his hands on your shoulders as he stood behind you.

"You wanna help me feel better right?"

"That's the plan" You chuckled awkwardly, looking into his eyes from the mirror and it made him scoff. "Right..." His voice seemed to get lower, and so did his hands. "Work has just been... Shit, to say the least" He chuckled, his hands wandering down to your hips.

"And here you are, worried about me" He continued, nuzzling his into the side of your neck, all the while you had to watch this happen.

"Simon, what are you doing..." Your voice came out weaker than you had intended but could you really help it? Simon was pulling you back against him with your back now flat against his warm chest, planting kisses on your neck and you couldn't do anything but watch from the mirror.

"You know exactly what I'm doing, babe" He laughed against your skin, humming appreciatively as you wrapped his hands around your waist. "Do you even have any idea... The things you do to me, hm?" He mumbled, pulling away from your neck and focusing on you now, looking right into your eyes.

"What do you even mean..." You furrowed your brows and it made him scoff.

"You don't know how many nights I've spent... thinking of you" His voice was low now, turning more into a whisper while he began to slide his hands under your shirt to feel your skin.

"I know all about your little... videos, y'know"

You felt your world stop at that, everything seemed to go by slowly as a mix of confusion and embarrassment crept into your skin. "You..." Your felt your face getting hotter at the realization that Simon, your roommate, definitely knew of this little secret you tried to hide.

"I know, and let's just say that I've become... Somewhat of your biggest fan" He chuckled, returning to your neck as he caressed soft circles into your skin. "You watch my videos?" You asked and although the answer was obvious, the thought that your roommate, of all people, was watching you made you feel a little embarrassed.

"I do" He chuckled, pulling your closer and you couldn't help but gasp softly, feeling the bulge in his sweatpants rub against your ass. "Y'feel it don't you? How fuckin' bad I need you" He scoffed, rolling his hips into you with a low groan.

"Simon..." You whimpered, the mix of his hands and his dick feeling you made it impossible to stand still, and in front of the mirror, it was something that looked like it came out of a terribly scripted porn video.

He growled lowly, seemingly enjoying the way you said his name.

"Can I show you just how much I adore you, love? Prove to you that I'm your biggest fan?" He whispered, glancing into your eyes as he kissed your neck. Your words couldn't come out no matter how hard you wanted to reply, so you nodded.

Simon hummed, turning you around in his arms as he connected your lips. It was slow at first and he gave you time to adjust until you found your rhythm against his lips and it was like fireworks had gone off in Simon's mind.

He walked you to his bed, keeping the kiss intact as he pushed you on your back, your head against the pillows as he made space for himself between your legs. The kiss had turned hotter now, faster and more passionate as he pulled your shirt above your head.

"You have no fuckin' idea how long I've wanted you..." He growled, trailing his kisses to your down to the valley of your breasts as he reached behind you, fumbling with the hooks of your bra in a frenzy. Once he got that off, his lips immediately found your nipple, taking it into his mouth and rolling his tongue on it while he pinched the other.

"You're so beautiful..." He groaned against your skin as he let his free hand wander down to your shorts, slipping past the waistband and he wasted no time in pressing you through your panties. "Slow down..." You whispered breathlessly, overwhelmed with the sensations you were feeling simultaneously.

"How can I slow down when I've finally got you all to myself" He asked with a mean chuckle as he pulled away from your chest and trailed his kisses down your stomach. He made quick work of taking your shorts and underwear off and it was clear he didn't want to tease you, feeling like he'd already done that earlier when he was holding himself back from fucking you in front of his mirror.

"You look even more gorgeous in person, babe" He groaned, moving lower until his breath was on your pussy, and at this point you were starting to feel hotter.

"Pretty fuckin' pussy..." He muttered and before you knew it, your back was arching off the bed as his lips wrapped around your clit, his fingers teasing at your entrance as he closed his eyes, humming against your cunt as he sucked your clit between his lips.

He hooked his arms around your thighs, spreading them wide as he ran his tongue between your sensitive folds, muttering praises about good you tasted and how long he's waited for this moment. Your fingers tugged on his hair in a desperate attempt to make him slow down but it only seemed to encourage him further.

"Sorry baby, s'too much for you?" He chuckled sarcastically, looking at you through his lashes as he stuck his tongue flat between your folds, lapping up all he could with an appreciative hum against your pussy.

He sat up, licking his lips as he looked down at you, stroking your thighs lovingly like he didn't just deprive you of an orgasm. You glared at him as your chest heaved, silently cursing him.

"Awe, don't look at me like that, love" He laughed, his words were teasing and soft as he looked down at you, his thoughts running wild at the sight of your in front of him, he just couldn't believe it to be honest, no matter how real it felt.

"I need you" The lust in his voice was unmistakable now, looking down at you like you were his prey and he, the predator.

Simon backed up a bit, allowing himself to take his sweats off. "Fuck... Do y'see what you do to me, baby? Hm?" he chuckled, running one hand through his hair as the other stroked his cock, heavy and twitching in his fist.

"Simon... That's not gonna fit..." Your heart started to race when you saw how big his cock was in his hand, spreading his precum all over the length. It was intimidating.

"Don't gotta take all of it, love..." He chuckled, moving closer and between your legs again. He pressed the tip against your clit as he started to grind against your pussy, covering his dick in your slick with a satisfied hum as he caressed soft circles into your waist. "You're in control, you tell me when to stop" He leaned forward to catch your lips in his in a soft kiss.

His words reassured you, and although the thought of him inside you was intimidating, you couldn't deny that you also needed it, needed him.

"Okay... But let's take it slow..." You whispered, taking his face in your hands as you cupped his cheeks, feeling your chest swell in a mix of emotions. "Of course, love..." He nodded, smiling back softly and leaning back in to kiss you again and letting it linger for just a moment longer before he leaned back up, lining his tip with your entrance.

You held your breath, shutting your eyes tightly as you anticipated the stretch, but before it came, you felt Simon's hand gently take yours, intertwining your fingers together. This made you flutter your eyes open and when you did, Simon was looking down at you as his expression softened.

"Keep those pretty eyes on me, love..." He whispered, squeezing your hand in his much larger one before he slowly moved his hips, letting the tip stretch you out. It helped that Simon was holding your hand because you had something to dig your nails into aside from the sheets.

"Fuck- Simon!" You gasped, throwing your head against the pillows as you felt him stretch you open. "You're doin' so well, just a little more okay?" He groaned, finding himself closing his eyes as well. He pushed in a little more, inch by inch until he was completely seated inside you with a small thrust.

The stretch made you feel hot all over, your walls fluttered around him as you tried to catch your breath after holding it in for so long without even realizing it. Simon leaned down, setting his arms on either side of your head as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

"You're doin' so well... So well..." He whispered into your skin while his hands gently caressed your sides. You felt his heart beating against yours and it seemed to calm you down until your heart started to beat with his rhythm. He gave you time to adjust to his size, softly calming you down as he kissed your skin.

"M-move... Please" You whispered after some time had passed and the sting slowly disappeared. Simon nodded, keeping his head buried in your neck as he slowly retracted his hips, you felt his cock drag out of you and it made you whimper.

"Fuckin' hell, baby..." He moaned as he slowly thrusted back into you. You moaned softly, feeling so full with his cock slowly moving in and out of your now. It felt so different to your toys, it felt so much better.

The more he moved, the better it felt and your moans only encouraged him more. Your soft moans filled the room, absolutely engulfing Simon, your voice was like a drug and your voice was the reason he started to get so attached to you in the first place.

"You're so goddamn pretty..." He gave your shoulder a kiss before he leaned back up, groaning as he looked down at how his cock disappeared into you, your folds spread apart to accommodate for him. "And this pussy... Fuck" He groaned rolling your clit under his thumb now.

He started to get more confident now, moving his hips faster as he filled you over and over again. You were a mess under him and it only encouraged him more to keep on fucking you open on his dick.

"You have no idea..." He groaned, bottoming out inside you as he held your ankles on either side of him, "How much I've fucked my fist to the thought of you on my dick..." He spat, his grip on your ankles tightening slightly. You could tell he was losing himself, feeling how good you were taking him.

"Let me show you how big of a fan I actually am, baby..."

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chuuyasheaven · 8 months

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"Special Candy"— Ranpo Edogawa

"Ranpo looked weird when you returned from the shop to buy him sweets, he was blushing and breathing heavily. You didn't really know what to do until you saw a candy wrapper on the floor, not any candy, a special candy which contains an aphrodisiac."

Tags: sub! Ranpo Edogawa / afab! Reader, aphrodisiac, overstimulation, pw/op, praising kink, pet names, hand job, creampie?, probably contains pussydrunk! Ranpo, did I mention that he's like rlly desperately pathetic, light teasing, might contain grammar errors, rushed, short?, etc.

Notes: hi guys !!!

Why did he do that? Ranpo doesn't know either, for once. All he remembered was that he had found it earlier since all his candy was finished. What did he find earlier? Some hidden chocolate, not any chocolate though, a chocolate with an aphrodisiac inside which he wasn't meant to find. Ranpo ate it nonetheless and now he's breathing heavily with a flushed face. You returned from the shop to find him like this. It was quite amusing to you how desperate he was for you, he was begging for you and your touch, so you gave in.

Of course, you went to the bedroom for this. As Ranpo followed behind you, you told him to stand there. "Strip first.", you said to him, he followed immediately, standing bare in front of you. You took of your shirt only, your bra open for him to see, which turned him on even more. "Come here, darling,", you cooed, Ranpo only walked over to you, waiting for any kind of touch. He sat down, you got closer to him with a light smirk. "You want me to touch you, baby?", he nodded quickly, your hand now running down his chest until it reached his v–line. Gently, your hand made it's way around his dick. You saw it twitch inside your hands, slowly, you started to jerk him off. "Mph. .", he whimpered, precum already coating his cock. Starting to get faster with it, Ranpo's whimpers got faster and slightly louder. "You're getting close, darling? Come on tell me.", you asked teasingly. "Y–yes, [N–name], please. .", he moaned, his hips jerking into your hand.

Ranpo was getting close to his climax quickly, with your thumb now caressing his tip, which even more sensitive that anything right now. After you included his tip, he came all over your hand. "Mmph, m–more,", Ranpo groaned, "More? Wasn't this enough, baby?", you asked him. Ranpo was only able to look into your eyes with the most pathetically look ever. "If that's what you want,", now you stood up to take off your undergarments too, only leaving your bra completely. Ranpo was getting hard again, wanting to feel your warm cunt around him. You got close to him and sat on his lap, your warmth making him leak again. "P–put it in, right now— please. .", he was begging already? How cute!

You sank down onto him, his cock disappearing inside you. As soon as it did, your cunt was filled with Ranpo's second load. He was breathing heavily and his face was flushed. Ranpo let his head rest onto your shoulder, you waited until he was ready to go again. When Ranpo was ready to continue, you started to bounce on him. He was moaning into your shoulder while you were using his dick to stimulate him. "Hm, such a. . good boy for me.", you breathed heavily, clear enough for him to hear, which also made him twitch inside you. You sped up the pace, needing to cum yourself at least once. During this, Ranpo was playing with the clips of your bra until he accidentally opened it. It fell down onto the bed, causing your nipples to rub against his. This made you moan in surprise and made Ranpo cum inside you again.With how sensitive he was, Ranpo was drooling on your shoulder. Your hips continued to do the work until you gushed around his dick, the mixed cum also gushing out around his cock. You took in one big breath to calm down until Ranpo put his hands on you hips.

"—P–please, one more. . I need it s'bad."

THIS is CRAZY.

@soukokulatte , @miloofc , @crystalice09 , @kk-oma , @medusalovessnakes

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owliellder · 10 months

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The Finer Details

Post DI! Leon Kennedy x f! Painter Reader

MDNI 18+

(Session 1, Session 2, Session 3, Session 4, Session 5, The Reveal)

Description: Leon realizes that retirement is in his best interest now that he's getting older. All of his accomplishments as an agent mean he's truly earned a painting to commemorate..

Warnings: Not Proofread, Age gap! (reader is anywhere between mid-late 20's and Leon is 40), Porn w/ Plot, Use of she/her pronouns, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alcoholism, mentions of trauma/PTSD/depression, P in V smut (wrap it NEOW), Leon cries during sex 💔

Tags: Older Leon Kennedy, Younger afab!Reader, Leon is SAD but he is your muse, Crying, mentions of Leon masturbating, starts off with Dom! Leon and Sub! Reader, falls into switch territory because that man needs some serious TLC, Praise kink, Hickeys, Handjob, Nipple play, Oral sex (m! and f! receiving), and a heavy dose of Aftercare

Author Note: I wanna say there's some pretty descriptive talk about depression in this chapter, just as a heads up. Anyways, it's my weekend and I'm going to be absolutely zooted every single day so the next chapter will most likely be out Monday morning PST lol.

Cross-posted on AO3

Session 3: Blocking In Color

It was nearly three weeks until you saw Leon again.

You tried to call him a couple days after he'd left that day, a few more times over the following week, but to no avail. The man was unreachable.

Even though you did your best to convince yourself that you just wanted to get his painting started, "It was an important one", you knew that you were really just worried about him.

You've seen this kind of dismay with the other retired agents that've had a portrait painted in the past, but they at least recognized what they'd been through.

Leon hasn't. You could just tell.

Looking over the sketches you made of his face, you couldn't help but wonder what exactly he'd been thinking about the last time he was here. He seemed so bothered, acting like he was hiding it so well, too.

Then again, you did drop a rather large bombshell on the guy while he was in a pretty vulnerable state, but you thought he knew what the portrait he was going to receive was suppose to mean. Again, most of the retired agents you'd seen were similar to Leon in that regard and even they at least had a basic grasp on the finality of it all. So why didn't he?

You nursed your bottom lip, still staring at the sketches laying in front of you while you sat at one of your desks in the corner. You normally don't come to your workspace unless you're actively painting, yet you'd shown up everyday in hopes Leon would randomly pop in. He seemed like the kind of guy to just kind of show up, anyways...

If you had just gotten a picture that day you've could've at least started working out the positioning for his portrait. Unfortunately, he wasn't in any position mentally to put up with anymore of your shenanigans at the time, it seemed.

You really did try your best to get ahold of Leon, eventually giving up a few days ago. You'd already emailed the President, who had been the one to personally commission you unlike with previous ex-agents, letting him know that it's going to be longer than expected. Thankfully he was understanding, knowing rather well how much the whole retirement thing was weighing on Leon.

You'll come back tomorrow and try again. Even the next day, and the day after that if you have to, and so on and so forth.

Guilty. That's all Leon felt right now.

He's been shelled up in his house since the moment he got home after leaving your building, withering away by the minute.

He hadn't showered, barely eaten, only ever really pulling himself from what little comfort his room offered to grab whatever bottle he touched first in the cabinet. Leon didn't care, just as long as it was something.

Chris had been over a couple times after he stopped responding to his messages, doing his best to get him out of the house. Claire had been over a few times more than her brother had, bringing groceries once she'd heard about the sad state Leon was keeping himself in.

It broke both their hearts, but they could only do so much for him. Leon was stubborn, head strong, he wasn't the kind to sway to many forces. He had somehow gaslit himself into thinking he was doing well. "Just peachy", even.

Clearly that wasn't the case, both Chris and Claire could see that. They'd have to be blind not to.

Having been in contact with Leon's government-assigned therapist, Chris tried to set up an at-home meeting for him one day. That turned out to be a disaster seeing as Leon was bordering on blackout drunk and could barely keep his eyes open. Not to mention the vomiting.

Claire even tried to bathe Leon. She only got far enough to wash his hair in his kitchen sink, using his vomit-covered mouth as an excuse to keep him over the sink long enough to shampoo his greasy, stringy hair.

All of it was weighing on him too much. He felt so guilty for making his friends feel like they had to babysit him, ignoring everyone's calls and messages, your calls and messages. That kind of thought process quickly spiraled into him reliving the worst days of his life, having to through suffer so many flashbacks and nightmares, not sleeping because of it. He rarely ever felt safe enough to get under the covers on his bed.

None of this is what he wanted. If it were up to him, he'd start all over; be twenty-one again, work as a cop, maybe get promoted a few times, find a girlfriend, start a family, have a normal life. Why couldn't he have that?

Staying awake night after night, Leon would stare at the ceiling in his bedroom and fantasize about the wonderful life he could've had, the happy memories he could've made. It would make him weep, longing for something that never could've been.

Instead, Leon was stuck with endless images of horror, death, and gore every time he blinked, and oh was he bitter about it all. So bitter, so angry, so...

Feeling sorry for himself was all he could do now. Sure, he killed all those monsters and zombies, saved all those people, not once did he think about himself through the years. Now he had all the time in the world to question and wonder, and having to think about himself and what he wanted most made him feel like a needy, greedy bastard.

But wasn't he allowed to be greedy, if only just a little? He had wants, needs, and though he wanted so desperately to change his past, he knew he couldn't. So, what did he want now? That, he didn't know.

Guilty for feeling this way, guilty for wanting different, guilty for wanting anything good for himself.

It took the better part of those two weeks for Leon to finally muster up some form of energy to stumble into his bathroom and shower one afternoon, dizzy and nauseous. The light emanating from the rest of his house was blinding, not having even bothered to close the shades he had on any of his windows. His room was kept a cave and that's where he stayed.

Leon now found himself sitting down in the shower just like before he'd decided to retire, only this time it was mostly to keep from slipping and dying. The last thing he needed anyone to see was him naked and dead in the shower. Embarrassing.

His thoughts at the moment were shallow, still pretty drunk from his bender, head lulling back and forth a bit as his vision spun. He was finally hungry again, the heat from the shower making that all the more obvious as he grew lightheaded, but he didn't know what he wanted.

After managing to actually crawl his way out of the shower, he dug through the pile of dirty laundry at the end of his bed, finding a pair of boxers that didn't smell too terrible to put on.

Leon used the wall heavily for support to walk out into his kitchen, muttering curses under his breath at just how bright it was. Opening his freezer, he stared at the meal prep containers left by Claire, grabbing one to attempt and read what she'd wrote on the sticky note attached to the lid.

That's right... She made him little meals, even putting them in the freezer so they didn't go bad as fast. All he had to do was put it in the microwave.

Simple enough, he could do that.

The one he chose was meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Just the sound of it had his stomach rumbling and his mind craving the comforting taste of a home cooked meal.

The first few bites in made Leon feel nauseous again, but once those bites hit his stomach the feeling immediately gave way to just how hungry he actually was.

He tried to pace himself, he really did try, yet he managed to devour the food in front of him in a matter of minutes, only pausing every few seconds to breathe. It felt so good, something warm in his stomach. Filling in all the right ways. Once he finished, he pushed the empty container away and just laid his head down sideways on the cool countertop, closing his eyes as he let the food settle.

As much as he wanted to degrade himself for acting this way, reducing himself to such a weird and pathetic state, Leon didn't have the mind to. All he knew right now was that the warmth that the meal Claire made him. Not to sound cliche, but he genuinely believed he could taste the love cooked into it.

For the first time in what was now two and a half weeks, Leon was awake and alert when Chris and Claire came over again. He'd eaten everything Claire made, holding all the now cleaned containers out to her. It was a silent plea for more, and lucky for Leon, she had just made another grocery trip for him.

Unbeknownst to him, Claire had been cooking here at his house. This entire time he thought she'd been bringing the meals over, assumed to be leftovers from cooking for her family. She did confess to hoping the smell of the food cooking would pull him from his room. It didn't, much to her dismay, but now she was just glad he was up and eating again.

As soon as Leon tried to apologize for dragging her away from her family, she was quick to shut him down with that mom stare she'd developed after having her kids. It worked, especially on him.

Chris was busy chatting up Leon while Claire cooked him another set of meals for the next week. It was hard to converse, but Leon did manage to nod and him as the other man talked about some random encounter he had the other day while out driving.

It was strange to feel so lively again. Those thoughts still clung to the back of his mind, though all he could focus on were his friends taking care of him like one of their own. Leon feels like he's been a terrible friend lately, seems as though the siblings standing in his kitchen didn't feel the same. He wasn't showing it, but Leon was definitely holding back a smile.

A couple hours had past, Chris opting to stay with Leon and eat lunch since Claire had to head back and help her husband with something.

The hug Claire gave Leon was phenomenal. After the hug he shared with you he's been craving that physical contact more than ever, so finally getting another good squeeze from a friend was boosting his mood.

Chris and him sat, ate, and talked about whatever came to mind, eventually asking about you.

"How's the painting coming along? Do you like the painter?" He smiled, looking at Leon with wide, curious eyes. That man always had a smile gracing his features.

Leon shrugged, taking a sip from the water he poured himself not too long ago. He was pretty dehydrated after solely drinking alcohol for the past couple weeks. "She's alright. Haven't started the painting yet."

Chris raised an eyebrow, placing his arms on the counter and crossed them as he leaned forward slightly. "Just 'alright'?" he emphasized the word "alright" with air quotes, which caused Leon to scoff.

"What else do you want me to say? I've seen her twice so far and its been fine." Leon lifted his hands up in confusion, palms facing the ceiling as he watched the man sitting next to him rolled his eyes dramatically. "C'mon, she was amazing for Claire and I- Okay, how about this..."

Chris repositioned himself so his entire upper body was facing him now, leaning in a little closer to ask another question. "Do you like the room she works in? Cause I thought it was pretty comfy. When she was focusing on Claire's part of the portrait, I took a nap over on that rug she had. All those pillows mixed with the classical music knocked me the fuck out."

He laughed, shaking his head at memory before looking over at Leon again. "So...? And don't lie to me, I saw that pillow on your couch."

Leon sucked on his teeth and hummed, glancing over his shoulder at his couch. "It's cozy, yeah." He brought his head back forward, patting his hands gently against the counter.

The two chatted for awhile longer before Chris eventually had to leave, giving Leon a firm pat on the shoulder while shaking him a bit. After he left, Leon was left to sit alone and think again, only difference now is he felt better. He was crazy tired, his social battery quickly drained from having his friends around, but he felt good nonetheless.

He wasn't ready at the time, yet after a sober night with solid sleep, Leon woke up the next morning and decided to just text you, hoping you weren't mad at him. Calling would've been too much at that moment, not even have listened to the voicemails you left, or anyone's, for that matter.

His chest felt tight after sending the text, but it was quickly eased about ten minutes later when you responded with nothing but enthusiasm. The smiley face you added at the end of your message made him smile, quickly wiping it away with his hand.

Your next session was arranged two days ahead of time in the late afternoon. Leon wanted to give himself enough time to recollect since he needed to look his best the following weeks. You told him it was time to start with the main painting, which you still needed a picture for.

During that time he finally shaved his stubble, went out and got his hair trimmed, tackled all the laundry he'd neglected, and got his best suit dry cleaned. All thoughts aside, he felt good and wanted to stay this way.

Needless to say, Leon was jittery when he pulled up to your workplace again. He was finally letting himself feel excited again about this painting. If it's anything close to what Chris and Claire's portrait is, then that excitement will only continue to grow the further along you get.

You were already there waiting for him at the door, a gentle smile on your face. That wonderful soft perfume that he missed reaching his nose once more as you lead him up the stairs and through the other door. Chris was right, if he had the opportunity, he'd take a nap on your rug. It looked mighty comfy.

Leon was thankful you didn't ask any questions on his whereabouts, he wasn't ready to talk. You were just as excited as he was about getting the painting started, if not more. Watching you eagerly move back and forth between the larger easel and your desks was a refreshing sight to the man.

You stood at your easel for a couple minutes, just silently looking from the blank canvas to where he was sat. You told him to get into a comfortable position, prompting him rest his right leg on his left knee, leaning back and to the side so he was sitting at a slight angle, arms resting on the chair's armrests.

You stared at him for a few seconds, tilting your head side to side with your eyes squinted. "Let me just-" you spoke in a hushed voice, walking over to Leon before cautiously reaching out to rest one hand on the underside on his chin while the other hovered over the side of his face.

You weren't an idiot, you knew what his absence was from. So you made sure to be careful with him, knowing he was probably still pretty fragile. Only gentle and cautious touches for Mr. Kennedy.

So close yet so far. His skin tingled in your hands wake, and god he hoped you couldn't notice his blush.

You could, but you wouldn't say anything. Besides, you weren't faring well yourself, hands a little shaky as you touched his face.

Leon just let you move his head to whatever position you wanted, his eyes now half-lidded as you had walked back a couple times to get just the right angle. You pulled away for a final time with a small "aha!" and he wished you would hold his head for just a little longer.

The floor where your easel sat was marked with an 'X' made with painter's tape, making it easy for you to stay in the right spot for the photo once you pushed the easel out of the way.

"Don't move." You held your hands up after analyzing his position, quickly hurrying over the corner opposite of your desks to grab a bulky camera that sat atop a tall tripod. You worked as fast as you could, knowing as long as you had a picture with him in this position then this whole process would go so much smoother.

You didn't even have to ask Leon to smile or look up at the camera since he was sitting there with a rather dopey smile, his eyes remaining trained right on yours. Nice and natural. He looked relaxed which is exactly what you wanted.

Just as a precaution, you took multiple pictures, giving him a thumbs up once you figured you'd gotten enough. His head back to rest on the chair at the okay, listening to the sound of you walk over to your laptop after untwisting the camera from the tripod. You printed out 3 copies of the photograph and taped one to a stand you had brought over to sit next to the easel, making sure it sat eye level to you.

The ball was finally rolling, now having what you needed to start with the main sketch. When Leon lifted his head up, he noticed that you were ready, sucking in a sharp breath through his nose while he shifted a little to get back in just the right position.

You twirled your pencil between your fingers before beginning to roughly sketch out the chair, eyebrows furrowing as you focused. Leon could see your expression, how intensely you zoned into your work. It was incredibly admirable and he found himself fully content in just watching you do your thing.

It didn't take long before you had sketched out his general shapes, now walking over to take the sketches you made of his face out of your sketchbook to clip up right next to the reference photo. The more finer details would be added later, but you wanted to get just the basic shapes of his face.

That didn't take long either, because before Leon knew it, you were telling him it was okay to talk. He was pretty animated with his hands when he talked, so you kept him quiet until now.

"Am I easy to draw?" Leon spoke with an almost sultry tone after a few seconds of you telling him he could speak. It threw you off only a bit, carding your fingers through your hair as you took one step back to look at what you had so far.

"I wanna say yes and no." You responded, catching his questioning look from the corner of your eye. "You're easy to sketch out, yes, but your hair is giving me trouble." You could hear a low chuckle rumble from his chest as you stepped back forward. "Hey, you asked." You laughed back.

"I know, I know." He shook his head with a poorly hidden grin, tilting his head down to try and hide it a little better. You immediately pointed your pencil at him, not taking your eyes off the canvas. "I said you could talk, not move." Your sarcastic tone made him chuckle again, slowly lifting his head back up with a sigh.

"Yes, ma'am." You could just hear the smirk in his words, causing you to let out a sigh of your own.

By the time the sun had started to set, you had blocked out all the simple colors for the painting. Right now, it just looked like a very bland and abstract painting. It'll come together, slowly but surely. Trust the process, as people say.

Leon was in awe already, having stood up to look at your progress as you washed your hands over in the small bathroom. Oil paints smeared something fierce and as much as you loved your job, you did not want feel oily at home.

"It already looks stunning." You heard the man say from where he stood in front of the easel. It wasn't quite registering in his brain that it was him on that canvas just yet, but hopefully soon it would.

He wanted to recognize himself in something as wonderful as your art.

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cauliplea · 4 months

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DR. RATIO X GN! READER

────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───SMUT── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─────

Tutoring Session Gone Wrong...?!

Tags: P*rn With Plot, Video Calling, Masterbating, Tutoring.

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Being Veritas Ratio's partner came with perks, one of which was that he'd tutor you eagerly any time you asked, which could also be a downside on its own.

When he tutored you, your relationship would disappear; the time spent in his study during a tutoring session would just be a purely professional relationship.

However, this time was an exception.

After realizing just how much you were struggling with math in general, you decided to text your boyfriend for any kind of help. Unfortunately, he was too busy for you to go over to his study and talk in person, but you two decided it could be done over the phone anyway.

While you were preparing your essentials and mentality (thanks to Ratio's tendency to be a bit condescending during his teachings). You abruptly received a message from the man. It was rare to recieve a message from him in general, but before a call?

Ratio wasn't the type to text; he preferred face-to-face communication... without the communication. Another ding came from your phone, snapping you out of your thoughts and making you scramble for your phone.

"Would you be comfortable with a pleasant surprise?"

"Hello?"

He was an impatient person, which was obvious from his sending another message because you didn't answer in a minute. You raised your brow at the message's mystery but still sent a quick 'sure' as a reply because, how bad could it be? After replying, you positioned your phone at an angle that'd show both you and your notebook and started waiting.

Ratio was taking his time, for sure. For someone who was extremely punctual, this was unexpected. It's already been a couple minutes since he left you on read, and there wasn't any other sign from him.

Letting out a dejected and overexaggerated sigh, you sank in your seat, fingers tapping the armrest boredly, until Ratio's contact name lit up on your phone and it started playing your ringtone. After quickly reaching out and accepting the call, you leaned back in your chair, waiting to see Ratio's face.

You saw his face for a brief second before he positioned the camera to only show his desk, essentials, and... his waist? It was a surprising but welcome angle. After managing to settle his camera, a soft sigh could be heard as he started talking.

"Excuse my punctuality."

You opened your mouth to reply, only to be cut off by a Ratio. "I was busy setting up everything for our session; however, I did leave this for last."

He spoke mysteriously before you saw his hand move to the belt of his pants, unbuckling it with ease and throwing it to the side, making you shocked by the sudden revelation.

However, you didn't mind. I mean, if you did, why would you even be reading this fanfic? You were intrigued by the sudden change of events as a dust of pink appeared on your cheek while you watched Ratio pull down his zipper and take his half-hard cock out of his underwear.

"Reader.." He cleared his throat, as if to direct your attention back to the tests in front of him rather than his erection, which was resting in his hand. "Focus now, will you?"

You could see him shift in his chair as he tapped the test with the back of his pen, talking with his stoic voice as he always did.

"For every question you get right, I'll give you a reward."

His voice became smug, and you knew if you could see his face, he'd be smirking.

It was a bit annoying how you couldn't gawk at your boyfriend's private parts as you were immediately forced to do math questions. At the fifth question, you heard some mumbling from him, making you look up from the questions.

"Good. You're doing surprisingly great." He grunted as he started moving his hand along his length while you could feel yourself reddening.

He slowed his hand down when he noticed you intensely staring at your screen. He grumbled, and his voice grew sharper than before. You could definitely feel his face heating up. "what? Stop staring and go back to your work."

Nodding while looking like a sopping wet cat, you went back to doing the stupid math questions. However, you could still hear Ratio grunting and moaning in the background, and you could see his hand moving up and down his shaft from the corner of your eyes.

Around the ninth question, you suddenly heard him stop, making your eyes drift towards the phone screen again.

"You got it wrong." You blinked in confusion and looked back at your test to realize you actually got the question wrong. "Do it again."

You could feel the irritance in his voice as he waited for you to answer the question correctly. He refused to budge until you got it right. He was punishing you in a way, even though he was the one who was depraving the physical touch right now.

However, when you did get it right, he muttered a small 'good' and continued his previous movements just a bit faster than before. Oh, how much you wanted to look, watch him quiver under the touch of his own hand, and tease him over the call, but you knew he'd just hang up on you.

When you finally got to question fifteen, you put down your pencil with a sigh, finally freely being able to look at ratio playing with himself under the desk.

"Ngh.. You did good." He praised you breathlessly as he moved his hand faster than before, clearly getting off of this. How did it even get to this point? Is it because you said you wanted to spice up your relationship? because this was not what you meant.

But you still didn't mind it. watching Ratio mewl and cry out at the pace as his hips buckled into his hand, cum dripping down his tip while his free hand gripped the desk.

"..Reader..." He mumbled your name under his breath as he could feel himself getting closer to his end. His breath got caught in his throat, and he whimpered as he desperately moved his hand faster.

You watched him try his best to relieve himself, and you smirked when he did. He let out a loud grunt as he finally came, the liquid dripping down his hand to his thighs as he sat with his legs apart, trying to catch his breath.

He was surprisingly submissive and needy during intimacy; the sight of him whimpering and twitching after releasing was nothing but cute.

He cleared his throat again and sat up straight, raising his camera with his clean hand to show his flushed and breathless face. He looked into the lens with a dazed expression. "Lesson.. is over."

And with that, he closed the call, leaving you speechless.

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Cauliplea On Ao3.

#honkai star rail x you #hsr x you #hsr smut #hsr x reader #honkai star rail smut #dr. ratio #hsr dr ratio #veritas ratio

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blindsided (myg)

After years of dating, you thought you had Min Yoongi all figured out - you didn't. And when he flipped the script on you, you never saw it coming.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Fem!Reader | Darksided AU Type: Sequel to darksided. Word Count: 6K Content: SMUT (18+ - Minors DNI,) established relationship au, POV switch, softbf!yoongi turned dom!yoongi, sub!reader, sex tape, oral sex (f receiving,) v fingering, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, squirting, multiple orgams, over-stimulation, spanking, biting, blindfold, praise kink, pussy slapping, general depravity, aftercare, fried chicken. A/N: Seriously, go read darksided (linked above) if you haven't yet. This takes place approx. two weeks later, and while the context isn't necessary, things will make more sense! Check out the playlist while you’re here. Tags: @exhibitachol @sstarryoong @variety-is-the-joy-of-life @miraculous-disaster @wakeupinahaze

For the first time in his life, Yoongi was avoiding his studio.

He had a mountain of work left to do on his mixtape – and, importantly, the drive to finish it – but that was precisely why he’d stayed away. Anytime he stepped foot inside over the past two weeks, his mind wandered far, far away from the task at hand. His previously unyielding discipline fell by the wayside the second he crossed the threshold.

Instead of focusing on the tracks he had yet to write, or perfecting the ones he'd already recorded, his eyes would roam over the surface of his desk on the other side of the room. It'd since been returned to its usual state, covered in various notebooks, and recording equipment. But it looked so much better with your bare, sweat-slicked body writhing on top of it.

And when he'd finally muster the willpower to look back at his computer, his gaze would pass over - and then jerk back to - the wall he’d pinned you against as his fingers fucked a river out of you. His blood pressure would spike as he pictured you there, relying on him to hold you upright, and any hope of accomplishing anything would drop dead on the floor.

The very same floor you’d fastidiously scrubbed to erase the mess he’d made of you, no less.

And then he’d think to himself: This isn’t a workspace anymore - it’s holy ground.

Yoongi was running out of time, though, and he had to do his best to keep his mind on his work, off of you. Catching himself once again rewinding through recent memories, he let out a groan and forced his wandering eyes back to the screen in front of him.

He realized as he scrolled through his editing software that he’d done a piss-poor job of labeling his masters lately. This, of course, made it impossible for him to remember which track was which. On a whim, he chose the file in the middle of the folder and brought it up.

If he’d paid attention to the size of the file, he could’ve prepared himself for the consequences of pressing ‘play' - but he didn’t and he wasn't.

“I really couldn’t love you more if I tried.” "Should I shut it off now until you're ready to start?" "I can cut it down. I do need you to cue the track, though - when I signal you."

Biting down hard on his bottom lip, he secured his headphones over his ears. He’d never been less interested in hearing his own music; so, without a second thought, he skipped over the next three minutes. As he did, his hand dropped down to palm his hardening dick through his jeans.

“Is it me, baby? Have I got you dizzy?”

Your little whimpers were barely audible in the recording, but they still managed to ignite a fire in the pit of his stomach. The blaze spread throughout his body when he pictured the way you looked below him then - so soft and shy, but with such carnal desire sparking in the dark of your eyes.

“I can’t give you what you want if you can’t tell me what that is.”

Anticipating your next line, his hand tensed around his cock. It was a pale imitation of that vice grip he found between your thighs, but it was something; and he would've taken anything.

“I don’t want you to be gentle with me. I - I know that you -”

Even caged between the walls of unimaginable heat, the irony of it all wasn't lost on him. The best recording he'd ever produced was created purely by accident -

“Stupid girl. You know nothing.”

- and it wasn't music at all.

“Get up.”

With Yoongi working hard on his creative pursuits, you begrudgingly committed to addressing your own. Like him, you had a to-do list long enough to circle the globe; but unlike him, you weren't buried in projects because you wanted to be.

When Yoongi crossed off a task, he scribbled five more in its place. His mind never idled because he found inspiration everywhere. A half-remembered vignette from childhood that shook itself loose to become something beautiful. A word he encountered in passing that he’d transform into some modern-day epic. He generated this much work solely because his passion - like his potential - was limitless.

To the contrary, you generated this much work because you were easily distracted. You’d start one project, and before you could finish it, your attention would flutter off on the wind like dandelion seeds. All those half-starts would stockpile until you eventually boxed yourself into a corner - and then, somehow, you'd keep stacking.

Today's task was simple: you needed to transfer your recent photos from your camera's memory card to your laptop. Easy. Drag files from one folder to another, and then your contribution to this month's magazine spread would be finished. It should've only taken an hour - at most - for the upload to complete.

Instead of doing what you intended, you ended up where you always did: happily lost in the weeds. This particular distraction was a folder from four years ago, when Yoongi took you on an anniversary trip to Paris. If you really had to defend this tangent, your scattered brain's game of word association wasn't far off - the photos you were supposed to tend to were from Paris Fashion Week.

That counts for something, right?

You snorted as you toggled through your archive. Had you taken a single photo of the stunning architecture, or countless historical sites you’d visited? Of course not. But you had snapped approximately one-hundred shots of an unaware Min Yoongi - buying you macarons; befriending a stray cat by an ATM; grimacing as he sipped wine you both hated but spent too many Euros on to waste.

Wait, what were you supposed to be doing?

Whatever it was, you’d swear up and down that you really did intend to finish it, but then you heard familiar, muffled footsteps. And then you felt the mattress dip slightly under the tops of your thighs and the elbows you’d propped yourself up on.

And then the same Min Yoongi whose face beamed on your screen - slightly older, and even more adored - slid over the backs of your outstretched legs until his knees came to rest at either side of your ass. His body was warm as it loomed over you, but you shivered, nonetheless.

Leaning in, he pushed your hair over your right shoulder and pressed a warm kiss into your left. Though he'd targeted an area several centimeters away from your spine, the aftershocks of this chaste contact rippled down its length. From there, the current divested and shot through each of your limbs, paralyzing you.

You hummed and let your eyelids flutter shut. He ascended the arc of your shoulder, then your neck, leaving a smattering of kisses in his wake until the trail went cold. His quiet exhale tickled the skin below your ear, but he hovered in place - too far away.

Reflexively, you whined and tilted your head to look at him. Effectively pinned, all you could do was survey his profile in your peripheral vision. “Baby?” You nudged.

The hand he wasn’t using to hold his weight snuck under the hem of your tank-top and caressed the bare curve of your waist. His hypnotic ministrations on your side might’ve lulled you to sleep if you weren’t so intrigued by his so-far wordless affection.

Thoroughly spellbound, your lids closed again while your lips remained parted. There was a moan building slowly in your chest, taking its time, but it was a gasp that tore out of you when his teeth nicked your lobe. His tongue was quick to soothe the pinch, and even quicker to solicit a mewl.

You had no idea where this was coming from. Moreover, you didn't know what additional surprises this man was capable of. Though Yoongi had always been affectionate with you, he'd only recently unearthed some rare, raw sensuality that you never expected. In the time since this discovery, his touches became more frequent. You felt more of him underscoring each one, no matter how brief.

The fingers skimming over your waist disappeared and left you cold, but before you could process the loss, they reappeared - lower now, pushing up the bottom of your underwear, and gripping the doughy cheek of your ass. Hard. Instantaneously, your hazy eyes re-opened.

Min Yoongi truly contained multitudes.

"Have I told you that you're my muse?" He purred into the shell of your ear as his hand massaged the skin he'd likely bruised.

Enchanted once again, your sole response was a breathy moan. Only after his hand raised and smacked back against your ass did you realize he'd lulled you into a false sense of security.

"When I ask you a question, I want an answer. Do you understand, baby?"

Your shuttered breaths and accompanying nod weren't sufficient replies. His palm collided with your delicate cheek a second time, and it stayed there. The sting was muted by his fingers digging in and pinching; but it wasn't the pain that stole your attention.

Instead, it was the wetness gushing between your clenched thighs when he whispered, "Use your words, angel."

"I do," You muttered urgently, "I understand."

The grip on your ass dissolved. You knew better now than to trust the warm hand kneading your cheek, but you couldn't resist moaning. Fuck - his touch was perfect.

He contradicted the gentle caress below with a nip at your neck; and the kiss placed at that same spot preceded the true kill-shot. He hummed against your skin and your soul threatened to leave your body:

"Good girl."

The noise that escaped your mouth was stranded between a gasp and a cry. Oh, this man would be the death of you.

"You inspired my next project today," He murmured between kisses to your neck. The tip of his nose was cold as it brushed across your skin and that disparity in temperature left you in shambles. "Not something I've done before -" He paused to suckle at your neck, no doubt leaving a mark when he released you, "And I need your help, baby."

Another whimper escaped when his index finger snapped the elastic waistband of your boy-shorts; and you felt his mouth curve into a smirk. "I'll do anything -" You meant it. "Just - please, Yoongi, I need to feel you."

"You will," His mirth left him in a breathy chuckle. It vibrated through your body and formed goosebumps as it went. "But not yet, angel. I want to savor this."

Confused, you pouted - another exhaled laugh against your neck - and then, in a tiny voice, you asked, "What do you mean?"

His hand slid up the back of your neck. With the base of your skull held gently captive between his thumb and middle finger, he guided you to turn your head to the left, then down.

It didn't click right away. Silently, you blinked down at your camera. Is this what he wanted you to see? Why did - "Oh, no," you groaned as your head drooped forward.

"Oh no?" He repeated, and though he tried, he couldn't hide the surprise in his tone. You quickly realized that he mistook your reaction for disinterest. He couldn't have been more wrong.

Your sudden, complete deflation was simply your body buckling under the weight of unspeakable arousal. It anticipated the world-endingly perfect way he was about to fuck you; and it couldn't process the fact that it would all be memorialized. He really would be the end of you.

Your head tilted until it rested against the side of his. "The memory card inside it is full, but there's a new one in my bag."

Although you couldn't see it, you knew the corner of his mouth would twitch excitedly upwards at your words. At his, your mouth dropped open:

"Any clothes you're still wearing when I come back to this bed will be ripped off. Got it?"

It was difficult to tell which part of this exchange made your legs quiver the most: the stern warning itself; the contradictory soft, husky tone in which he said it; or the kiss the top of your head received when you responded - out loud - in the affirmative. He was gone before you could figure it out, making his way to the camera bag in the corner of your bedroom.

He'd barely taken two steps when you frantically pulled your oversized tank-top over your head. It landed somewhere out of sight, and it was swiftly joined by your underwear - grey fabric soaked black. Your laptop was more carefully dismissed, tucked gently under the nightstand to avoid being ruined the way you were sure to be.

When your head hit the pillow, your heart was already racing. Suddenly, you felt shy as you lay naked in your own bed, like you hadn't been in this position so many times before. There was a long-forgotten anticipation turning flips in your stomach. It bent your knees and brought your arms up to rest over your bare chest - you hadn't felt it since the very first time Yoongi saw you like this.

As if he'd been summoned by your thoughts, Yoongi walked towards you with his focus trained on the camera in his hands. The tip of his tongue poked out through pursed lips as he carefully slotted the new memory card into the bottom, but it disappeared when the compartment clicked shut again.

He froze when he looked up at you, and your hammering heart threatened to make a break for it.

"Baby," He was frowning. You raced to figure out which of his directions you failed to follow; but he interrupted the frenzy in your brain with that maddeningly soft, stern voice, "Why are you hiding?"

Mouth open and poised to respond - with what, you weren't sure - you were cut off by the extended finger he raised to silence you. You clamped your jaw shut; his mouth curved ever-so-slightly at your quick compliance.

See? You wanted to say, I'm learning!

He removed the lens cap before his eyes flitted back up to you. "Hands above your head -" You did as he asked, though you didn't know where this was going. "- Close your eyes -" Again, you obeyed. "Don't move."

And you didn't.

You laid there with your eyes closed and listened for any sign of what was coming next. You could hear the muffled tread of his bare feet on the rug; and you expected further instructions - none came. Then you waited for any familiar noise from your camera - there was silence. But you smelled his cologne as he came closer, and the warmth you suddenly felt at your side told you that he’d reached you.

“Lift your head up – but keep your eyes closed.”

The eyebrow you raised in question was covered with some cool, silky fabric before Yoongi could have registered it. You received your answer in his actions. Gentle fingers adjusted the way the blindfold fell over your eyes, and then – even more gently – they tied a knot at the back of your head. Not too tight, but firm enough to keep it from slipping. It was no surprise to you that he’d handled this without disturbing a single hair on your head.

His hands, once behind your head, now cupped your face. “You listen so well, angel,” He murmured before plush lips brushed against your forehead. “Lay back down the way you were.”

Your head returned to the pillow and your elbows bent to allow your hands to meet above it. And you waited like that, trying to sense what his next move would be.

His footsteps padded off, and you figured he was seeking the best place to set up the camera. He paused, though, after only taking a few steps. The camera whirred – the auto-focus, you recognized immediately – and then it clicked.

“So beautiful – you know that, don’t you? How stunning you are?”

Click.

“Perfect -”

Click.

“Mine”

You couldn't help wondering how his photos would turn out. If your cheeks weren’t red under the blanket of his praise, it’d only be because you’d turned into a puddle. Your arousal had strayed far enough to slick the insides of your thighs, and if he didn’t touch you soon, you might liquify entirely and seep through the mattress to the floor.

In the distance, plastic settled on wood. The strap affixed to your camera slithered over whatever surface he’d chosen; you could hear it slip over an edge, then it was silent. The bookshelf, you decided, third row from the top. Maybe second, if he liked the angle better?

Without speaking first, he crawled up onto the foot of the bed. He paused there, likely kneeling in front of you. His hands slipped under your bent knees, and the only warning you got was him purring, “Come here,” mere seconds before you were pulled forward. You imagined that your gasp was still hanging in the air when you slipped out from under it.

As soon as he was satisfied with your proximity, his hands found the insides of your knees and encouraged your legs to spread. “Now, baby -” He started, the heat of his breath indicating just how close his mouth was to your weeping cunt. “You’ll make sure the camera can hear you, won’t you?”

The word was caught in your throat, suddenly bashful, but it eventually slipped out, “Yes.”

You knew you’d failed as soon as you heard it, and you didn’t need to wait long to face the consequences. You jolted when his flattened fingers collided with your cunt - the sensation was a surprise, but the sound was what shocked you. Fuck! You could hear how wet he had you already.

Sodden, pooling, dripping.

“Don’t be selfish, angel,” He tutted after withdrawing his touch from you, “Those sounds might come out of your mouth, but they don't belong to you, do they?”

“No -” Your desperation was palpable when you responded with your whole chest. “They don’t. I – I won’t be selfish, I promise -”

You cried out when he slapped your cunt a second time, an obscene chord formed by surprise, torment, and unbearable need.

“Whose are they?”

“Yours!” You choked, “They’re yours. I’m yours.”

His arms hooked under your thighs and your pulse skyrocketed. “See? You are learning.”

And then he lurched forward, flat tongue dragging upwards over your core with a pressure so perfect, your entire body tensed. He squeezed your legs harder when your back arched, and it prevented you from inadvertently slipping away from him.

That devilish tongue swirled over your clit, and all you could manage was a whisper of a moan. He corrected you wordlessly, digging his fingers into the flesh of your thighs. The groan he pulled from you ricocheted off each one of your ribs on the way out. Satisfied, he hummed in approval against your cunt before he proceeded to flick dizzying circles over your increasingly sensitive bud; alternating paces in the way he knew would drive you mad.

Both of your arms reached out, and your hands carded through his hair. You pulled him ever closer, which prompted him to shake his head furiously with the flat of his tongue pressed against your heat.

“Oh, fuck!” you wailed. As much as you wanted to watch him, you knew that – even without the blindfold - the way his mouth moved so expertly against you would have made it too difficult to keep your eyes open. They were already covered, but you squeezed them tight enough to see stars as he suckled your clit. “Shit, baby – ah – feels so good.”

The thread holding you together frayed further and further with every brush of his tongue against your most sensitive spot. The sound of his breathing, ragged and muffled with your thighs pressed harshly against the sides of his head, would have done unspeakable things to you - if your mindless gasping didn't threaten to drown him out completely.

He shifted without removing his mouth from you, and he unhooked his right arm from under your leg. The heel of his hand glided up over your pelvis, your navel, and your breasts before stopping at the underside of your jaw. Two fingers tapped at your chin; you took the hint and took them into your mouth.

His tongue never let up on your clit as you slicked his fingers, suckling on them the way he did you. Once he was satisfied with the work you’d done, he pulled his hand back down to your cunt.

Tongue still relentless at your clit, his middle finger swung the focus to your entrance, which was drenched by his saliva and your own slick. Meticulous and slow, he slid his finger inside of you. He moaned at the way you constricted around him; you melted.

He never struggled to find that secret spot hidden behind your pubic bone. He'd proven time and time again that he was more in tune with your body than you were. Every curve, dip, and line had been committed to muscle memory.

He could anticipate your reaction to every touch, even when those reactions varied based upon your mood or your energy level - and it was automatic. Unthinking but knowing. He teased this spot without mercy, and as he likely expected, you began to shake under his touch.

The growing feeling in the pit of your stomach was one you knew he strived for. His favorite trick, once he knew the secret. And whenever you tried to resist – still uncomfortable with the way your body reacted to him – he gave you no choice.

No poet could adequately describe how completely your orgasm consumed you. With the way you jolted against his mouth, he could’ve electrocuted you. You wriggled and writhed in his arms as you came, but he didn’t stop, even as your walls clenched around his fingers and your thighs pressed even more tightly against the sides of his head.

Your familiar moans devolved into some desperate sounds you’d never made before, curse words spilling out over your lips as you just kept cumming – but he still held tight to you as you bucked wildly in his arms.

There was unbelievable pressure until there wasn’t.

“Fuck, I love it when you do that,” He growled with his face nestled into your quivering, dripping inner thigh. His teeth nicked the skin but were swiftly replaced with a kiss from his ravenous, open mouth. “That’s my good girl.”

He let you collapse back onto the bed, but he denied you any time to recover.

“I think you can do it again, baby. What do you think?” He teased, alternating words and quick kisses along the interior of your thigh. “Should we see how much more you can take?”

You babbled something in response, but neither of you could’ve interpreted what you meant. Your limp neck rolled to the side while you tried to catch your breath; there wasn’t time. You felt him coat his fingers in the remnants of your orgasm moments before he slid them inside of you and curled them upward.

The combination of relentless pressure and a feverish pace dotted stars across the insides of your eyelids. Breathless, dangling at the edge of a precipice, you stammered, “Yoo-Yoongi -”

Despite the obscene squelch of his ministrations, his voice rang through, clear as a bell. “What, angel? Do you want to come again?” Stupidly, you nodded, but he didn’t scold you. Given your fucked-out state, he seemed to forgive your mistake. “Then come.”

The blindfold covering your eyes was black, but your vision went white. As you spasmed and gushed uncontrollably around his fingers, there was a moment where you could’ve sworn your soul ejected itself from your body. If it was floating above you now, it would’ve seen how thoroughly you’d drenched your boyfriend; and how perfect he still looked with your juices dripping off his chin.

His weight was shifting at your feet when you returned to your body. It took everything you had, but you lifted one, limp arm out in his general direction. No words, just an outstretched hand begging to find him. When it did, he slotted his fingers perpendicularly under yours, rubbed the pad of his thumb over your knuckles, and kissed the top of your hand.

“What color?” he murmured against your skin.

You sighed softly, exhausted but not yet entirely spent, “Green.” You paused and chewed on your bottom lip. After a moment of quiet, you asked, “Yoongi?”

“Yes, baby?”

It was pitiful how your request barely rolled off of your tongue, but the answer would surely be no if you didn’t ask. “Can I see you?”

He was silent for a moment – so, the answer would be no even though you did ask – but then you heard his soft chuckle. Even after he pulled the blindfold off, your eyes were useless. Somewhere in the bright white haze was Yoongi, though you couldn’t confirm that the shadow in front of you was truly him. Maybe you truly had died.

Blinking furiously, you refused to stop until your eyes remembered how to focus. Slowly, slowly, slowly, the dark figure before you took a familiar shape. Shirtless, with damp, black waves clinging to his cheekbones – there he was. Concern was etched into his features, but his narrowed eyes relaxed when you shot him a smile.

“Color?” You inquired with a squeeze of your hand.

When he dropped your hand, your heart fell with it. But he sat up on his knees, placed that hand on your cheek, and captured your lips in a kiss. It was perfect, but it was torturously brief.

“Green,” He replied. He backed away from you until he was standing at the foot of the bed. One hand dropped to his belt buckle while the index finger on his other hand beckoned you.

You crawled towards him until his palm silently instructed you to stop.

“Elbows on the mattress, ass up,” He ordered as he made short work of his belt. It slid easily through the loops of his ripped jeans and clattered as it hit the floor.

You leaned forward as he instructed, knees and elbows digging into the comforter you’d absolutely need to wash later – especially considering the way your mouth watered when his jeans and boxers were discarded and kicked aside. Were you drooling?

Your body buzzed with anticipation as he crossed to the side of the bed. You wished he took his time sidling over to you, so your eyes could continue to devour his lean, snow-white frame; but if the stiff cock encircled by his hand was any indication, Yoongi wasn’t interested in wasting time. Instead, he pushed himself up onto the bed, out of sight, and the next thing you felt was his hand collecting your hair, pulling, and forcing your face up to the camera.

His free hand squeezed your ass cheek when he said, “Eye contact, baby. Show the camera how I make you feel. Can you do that?”

With his tip teasing at your entrance, you weren’t confident that you could – but you’d sure as hell try. “I can,” Your determination was clear, even if the voice conveying it wavered. “I will.”

“Good girl,” He hummed. He released your hair and placed a kiss on the same shoulder blade he had earlier - when he last had you in this position. “Now, take a deep breath for me.”

It wasn’t graceful, the way you sucked in air as he penetrated you; it was an unholy, strangled sound, and it crashed through the quiet like a wrecking ball. Every instinct begged your head to droop forward, and your back to curve up upwards, but you fought them off. Praise for your efforts tumbled out over your spine between Yoongi’s shuttered moans. His noises had you clenching around his cock, and the tightened grip of your cunt transformed them into something guttural.

He paused when he bottomed out. Like you, he seemed to be at a loss for words. The hand gripping your hip was holding on for dear life; and the one curved over your shoulder kept you in place, allowing him to bury himself as deeply as possible.

He didn’t speak until he slowly started withdrawing himself from you, “I love the way you take me, how that tight pussy fights me whenever I leave.”

As his cock dragged over your g-spot, your entire body shivered. He felt it and chuckled; you hiccupped, “Still so s-sensitive.”

“Green?”

“More -” You begged, “Please, baby.”

You asked for it, but you weren’t ready for it. His hips snapped forward and drove him back into you before you could process what was happening. And when he kept up that ravenous pace, rutting over and over and over your detonator, it took everything you had not to explode.

All your willpower was spent trying to withstand his thrusts, though – nothing could keep you from collapsing forward onto the bed as your white-knuckled fingers gripped the comforter below.

Before your body could fully settle over the mattress, his hand on your shoulder evolved into an arm hooking over you. He pulled you upright as his arm crossed over your heaving chest; he didn’t stop until he had you pinned to his.

Fucking upwards into you with shallow, staccato strokes, he scolded you. “What did I tell you?” His hand dropped from your hip and dipped between your quivering thighs. His rapid thrusts didn’t falter as his middle finger began to assault your clit. “Hmm? What did I just say?”

“Eye conta -”

The end of that word mutated into a scream. He snapped his hips forward so suddenly, you never anticipated being shoved off the edge of the world. Your orgasm ripped through you, shutting off your brain and forcing your entire body to convulse around him.

You went limp when you fell from your high; Yoongi’s hold on you tightened to keep you from collapsing. Unrelenting, he just – kept – rutting. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.

You wailed when that fourth wave crashed down over you. Caught in its riptide, you spoke in tongues; writhing and shrieking and imploding. Could a person die from coming this hard?

Yoongi’s panting pulled you out of the abyss he’d thrown you in. “Shit,” He hissed, “I’m so close - fuck, you feel so good -” You felt it all over when he growled into your ear, “Tell me where you want it, baby.”

You answered, but it was impossible for your hazy brain to know for sure if you’d replied verbally or telepathically. Either way, he understood – he always understood – and his break-neck speed was replaced by deep, deliberate thrusts. He groaned out your name as his cock twitched inside you, painting your walls white.

The kiss Yoongi left in the crook of your neck didn’t wash away with the water cascading down over the two of you. You could still feel the uniqueness of its warmth, even in a cloud of steam - under the hot, heavy droplets hitting your skin.

Your eyes were closed to avoid the conditioner he was massaging into your scalp, but your exhaustion was likely to keep them that way. The only reason you hadn’t slipped down the drain yourself was your unspoken refusal to be separated from him. Though, with that invisible string tying the two of you together, you’d never be able to stray very far, even if you wanted to.

“Can you tilt your head back, love?”

This one was a request, not a command, and he made no effort to move it for you. The weight of your sleepiness caused your neck to roll more clumsily than you intended; it gave up, and your head bumped against his clavicle when it dropped backwards.

“Sorry,” you murmured, but he was already chuckling. “My motor skills seem to have clocked out early.”

His laugh ricocheted off the tile. “You won’t need them,” He mused as his hands gently worked the remaining conditioner from your hair. “We can use mine.” Then he kissed the crown of your head, not once but twice. You could feel his smile spread against your scalp when you giggled. “All done, baby.”

He’d taken his time with you; and he’d taken great care to clean – then kiss – every sore muscle he encountered. And when he was done, he used a large, plush towel to wick the lingering droplets from your skin. His hands on your waist steadied you as you stepped into a pair of sweatpants, and he smoothed the damp waves that you disrupted in unceremoniously tugging an oversized sweatshirt over your head.

Once the two of you were fully dressed, he cupped your face in his hands, kissed you deep, and asked, “Do you need a lift back to bed?” His eyes sparkled at his joke – of course, he meant lift literally – and his eyebrow arched when you meekly shook your head. “I’m not sold. Is that your final answer?”

You, once again, shook your head. He exhaled amusement through his nose at your indecision. Then, he placed his hands on your waist. Perfectly coordinated – as always – he lifted as you hopped, pulling you into his chest while your limbs wrapped around him. He carried you easily back into the bedroom and set you down gently on the bare mattress.

All of your bedding was spinning in the washing machine on the first floor of your home, but he had a fluffy, full-sized throw waiting there for you. You held up one side of it, silently inviting him to join you. When he settled at your side, your head ducked down and came to rest under his chin. As soon as his arm curled over your back, your heavy lids finally closed.

You were both quiet, one foot in a dream, when the growl of his stomach startled you both awake. Erupting into laughter, you each craned your neck to see the other beaming back.

He wiped the mirth pooling in the corner of his eye and sighed as his laughter petered out, “Delivery from that fried chicken place?”

“Oooh, yes, please.”

A/N: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! The response to the first post was so incredibly overwhelming, I simply had to write a follow-up. I might continue to add one-offs to this darksided cinematic universe (lol) simply because I love their relationship dynamic. And the sexual journey they seem to be on, hahahah. Please leave feedback so I know what you liked and what you didn't! Also, lmk if there’s something you’d want to see in any possible future installments 👀

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lionlena · 11 months

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Unforgivable mistake (JoelMillerxreader) Part 8

Edit: Sorry yesterday I forgot to add tag list

Summary: Reader is much younger than Joel and is in love with him. One night, after arguing with Tess and getting drunk, Joel spends the night with a reader, but in the morning he breaks her heart… She runs away from Boston hoping that she will never meet this cold bastard again in her life. But almost six years later, she unexpectedly sees Joel in Jackson. She decides to hide herself and her little secret from this asshole.

Warnings: age gap (reader is about 28 years, Joel 58), strong language, swearing, past trauma, bullying, attempted rape, memories of sexual abuse, unprotect p in v, dom!Joel, Joel is asshole, ANGST, hurt, sadness and heartbreaking, sexual harassment, women abuse, violence, injury, sickness.

Part 8

As you suspected, Steve didn't stay long in town. The Wolves left town three weeks after you two broke up. On one of the cloudiest and rainiest days of summer. Autumn was in the air, and you stood on the green hill where the horses grazed and watched the riders go. Suddenly, a cold wind swept over you and you rubbed your bare arms, which were covered with goosebumps. You shivered and suddenly felt warm material land on your back. You looked to the side in surprise and your gaze met warm brown eyes. It was Joel who covered you with his jacket.

"I was wondering where I would find you." He looked into the distance at the diminishing silhouettes of the Wolves. "Will they come back for the winter?"

You shrugged. "Sometimes they come back, sometimes they don't."

He nodded and murmured, "Do you regret breaking up with him?"

You were surprised by his question. You shook your head and replied, "No. Why are you asking that?"

"You seem sadder," he said softly and brushed a stray strand of hair from your cheek. "I just want you to be happy and..." He sighed heavily and you could easily see that he was fighting with his thoughts. "If my behavior was the reason you broke up with him, then I'm sorry."

You smiled slightly at him and took his hand. "I already told you that I and Steve always had different priorities. We had a good time together, but our break up was inevitable. And I'm sad because he's my friend and I'm worried about him."

Joel nodded and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you to his side. He started rubbing your shoulder reassuringly. "I'm sure he can handle it. He doesn't seem like someone who's easily defeated."

You nodded your head and allowed yourself to enjoy the comfort of Joel's body heat. Recently you two were getting closer and closer. It still wasn't anything very intimate. You didn't know if you were ready for this, but you stopped flinching when Joel touched you. Sometimes you even needed it. You were not lovers. But you were partners raising a child together. You have become friends. You liked this arrangement. Though sometimes only for a brief moment you wondered if there could be something more to it. Joel's voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Tommy is already whining that winter will come early this year."

"Maybe," you replied and pulled away from him, instantly regretting it. "I have to take the horses back to the stables." You wanted to take off his jacket, but Joel stopped you.

"Keep it. I don't want you to get cold. Help you with the horses?"

"If you want."

He smiled and winked at you, "Sure."

The next few weeks passed quickly. The end of summer and the beginning of autumn has always been a time of intense work. Stocks of food and wood were collected, preserves were prepared and everything was preserved before the onset of winter. Even the patrols were more frequent because looters were more feared in the fall. Because of that, you saw less of Joel. Most of the time, you only had a moment when you exchanged custody of Teddy.

That was how it was supposed to be this time. You and Teddy were walking towards the stables and you said, "When dad comes back from patrol, he'll take you home."

Your son smiled at you and nodded.

Suddenly you saw Sofia running towards you, the girl who recently helped you in the stable, with Anderson's son.

You immediately noticed the scratches on his round face. His eyes were full of tears and his nose was red.

"What happened?"

You may have hated Anderson, but his son was just a kid.

"He took Venus for a ride out of town and fell. He came back alone, and she supposedly ran off towards the river," Sofia said quickly.

She was holding the boy's arm tightly and you suspected she was as angry as you were. You had a hard time keeping from yelling at that brat. You've told him many times that Venus isn't ready for an inexperienced rider, but he obviously had to spite you. You took a deep breath and firmly said, "Take him home. Let his father bind his wounds while I look for Venus."

Anderson's son, instead of remaining silent, stamped his foot and growled, "I'll tell my dad you were mean to me."

That was enough. You leaned over to him and snarled, "Seriously? Then tell daddy he has Joel's greetings too, and we'll see how brave he is then!"

The boy opened his eyes wide and stepped back. You weren't proud of yourself for using Joel as a threat, but you knew he wouldn't mind.

You felt your son grab your hand and cuddle up to your side. You started rubbing his back comfortingly.

"Everything it's ok, Teddy. We'll find Venus."

Sofia looked at you anxiously: "Shall I take care of him?"

Your son immediately whined plaintively, "No. I want to help."

You sighed heavily and thought about it for a moment. Venus was very attached to your son and sometimes she only came when he called.

"I'll take him with me. It might help."

Joel returned from patrol and as he led his horse into the stable he immediately looked around. But he only noticed Sofia. The girl seemed worried.

"Hi, Sofia. Have you seen Y/N and Teddy?"

"They went looking for Venus."

"What?!"

The girl quickly told him what had happened. Joel didn't even think twice. He jumped back on his horse.

"Are you going to look for them? You just got back."

"See those dark clouds? It's going to snow soon. I'm not leaving them alone in the woods, they're the two people in the world I care about the most. If we're not back in two hours, tell Tommy what happened."

He hit the horse's flanks with his heels and galloped toward the gate.

You looked up and quietly cursed. Just when you were looking for Venus, the first snow must have started to fall. You knew that in two or three days there would be no trace of this snow. Unfortunately, it could have significantly hindered your search by covering up traces.

"Mommy," your son moaned.

You could sense his tiredness and sadness. On top of that, you were wearing clothes that were too thin for the weather. You took your scarf off your neck and wrapped it around your baby boy.

"It's okay, honey. We'll find her soon and come home."

You stopped your horse and looked towards the river. You jumped to the ground and tied the animal to a tree. You helped your little child come down to the ground and knelt beside him.

"Listen to me carefully. I'll go down to the riverbank for a while and see if there are any hoof marks. Don't follow me, it's too steep up there. Okay?"

"Yes."

You smiled and pecked his nose to make him laugh.

You hoped that Venus hadn't crossed the river, but you didn't know what to do anymore. You were slowly losing confidence that you would find her. You didn't notice any hoof prints by the river. You carefully looked around and after a few minutes you returned to the place where you left your son, but the child was nowhere to be found. Only your scarf is left on the ground.

"Teddy!"

You started looking around. He couldn't have gone far. The snow began to fall more and more, and you had no idea which way he went.

"Teddy, don't hide! It's not funny! Teddy!!!"

Panic seized your body. You ran a few meters in one direction and then a few in the other. Your behavior made no sense. You kept calling out to him, but your voice cracked.

Suddenly you heard someone else's voice.

"Y/N!"

Joel jumped off his horse and quickly tied it next to yours. He ran over to you and grabbed your shoulders.

"What happened?"

You started crying loudly. "I lost our son! I lost him!"

"Calm down, take a deep breath." He pulled you to him. "Breathe deeply and tell me where was the last time you saw him and when?"

You took a shaky breath. Joel's touch and voice eased your panic a bit and you began to think straight. "Fifteen minutes ago I left him with Star and went to the river… Oh no, what if he fell into the water?!"

You wanted to run towards the river, but Joel was still holding you tight. "You'd notice him then. Besides, Teddy is too smart to go to the water by himself. Let's look for him in the north. There," he pointed to the south, "there's too much brush. And I came from the city. So north is the surest direction."

You looked at him surprised. "How can you be so calm?"

"Because I know we'll find him. I'm not leaving this damn forest until I find our little son."

His voice was so confident it reassured you. Joel grabbed your hand and you started walking in the direction he pointed. You both kept calling for your son and after a few minutes, you heard him whimpering softly.

"Mommy."

His voice was strangely muffled. You and Joel ran ahead. You found Teddy sitting in a hole. The hole was not very deep, but it was impossible for a small child to get out of it on his own.

Joel immediately jumped down. As soon as the little one saw him, he stretched out his hands towards him and moaned: "Daddy."

Joel grabbed his son. "Hi 'bear cub'. I see you got into a little trouble, but it's okay now." He kissed his son on the cheek. He hugged him briefly before handing him into your waiting arms. After a moment Joel also got out of the trap. You stepped back to a safe distance and knelt down, pulling your crying son to you. You kissed his forehead and said, "Don't ever do that again, Sweetpea. Why did you leave?"

Teddy wrapped his little arms around your neck and moaned, "Mommy…I wanted to help you find Venus."

You sighed heavily and began rubbing his back comfortingly. Joel joined you shortly after. He knelt down beside you and put his arms around you both, making Teddy feel safer. The little boy turned his head towards him, smiling slightly and sniffling.

"You found us, daddy."

Joel wiped the last tears from the child's cheek with his thumb and nodded. "I will always find you because I love you both more than anything in the world."

You looked at Joel in surprise, but it seemed that he himself did not fully realize the words he had just said. You saw how he carefully scanned the child, probably looking for any injuries. Fortunately, Teddy only had a few small scratches on his hands. The bigger problem was that he was cold and started shaking. Joel immediately took off his jacket and wrapped the toddler in it. Teddy was almost drowning in his jacket, but at least he was starting to warm up.

"It's time to go home," said Joel, and he started to get up slowly, but when he tried to pick up the boy, he backed away.

"No! We need to find Venus."

You gave your son a firm look and with a slight admonishment in your voice you said, "Teddy, enough trouble for today."

Your son, however, was not going to give up so easily and looked at dad with those brown, puppy eyes glistening with still unshed tears. Joel swallowed and bit his lip. It was a losing battle and he knew it. He sighed heavily and knelt down next to his son.

"Okay. I tell you what we do. You and mom going back to town and warm up while I look for Venus."

Your son smiled broadly and threw himself into his father's arms. You couldn't believe what you heard. "Joel, you're tired... You just got back from patrol."

He looked at you gently. His heart melted with your concern. And yes, he was tired, but he couldn't let his son down.

"It's alright, I'll be fine."

You didn't like the idea at all, but you knew how stubborn Joel could be. As you sat on the horse with Teddy, still wrapped in his father's jacket, you said, "Be careful. Venus is still young and can be skittish."

He nodded and squeezed your knee for a moment. "It'll be all right."

As soon as you are in the stable, Sofia ran up to you.

"Joel found you?"

"Yes," you replied and jumped down to the ground.

"And where is he?"

"Daddy will find Venus!" shouted Teddy with a big smile.

Sofia looked at you surprised, but you shook your head, letting her know not to say anything. You doubted Joel's mission success, but you didn't want to break your little son's heart. There was always a faint hope that the young mare would return on her own.

You were tired and wanted to go home, but your son insisted on staying in the stable. You spent the next hours sitting with him on bales of straw. Your son was almost falling asleep, but he refused to go home. You were getting more and more worried. You wanted Joel to finally come back safe and sound. You wanted to touch him, hug him. Feel his strong hands on your back, cheek, and hip.

You finally decided it was time to inform Tommy, that something might have happened to Joel. He might need help. These thoughts made your heart tremble with anxiety.

But just as you were about to do so, Joel walked into the stables. With two horses.

"You did it!" you couldn't stop screaming with joy.

Your son jumped to his feet and ran to his beloved mare.

"Venus!"

You walked over to Joel and noticed a scratch on his face.

"What happened?"

Joel just shrugged. "You were right... She was skittish. She got away from me once and I fell off my horse." You opened your eyes wider and you gently touch his face. "I'm fine... Maybe just bruised ribs."

You wanted to say something, but your son ran up to him and held out his hands.

"Daddy, you are a hero!"

Joel smiled, but you saw him wince as he lifted the baby into his arms. You saw how tired he is. You rubbed his arm gently.

"Take him home and I'll look after the horses and be back soon."

He nodded his head and didn't even have the strength to try to defy you. Your son didn't protest either. He cuddled up to his dad and you were sure he would fall asleep in his arms halfway there. You were glad that both of your boys were safe now.

You quickly took the saddles off the horses' backs. Venus was still wearing the saddle that Anderson's son had put on her. It caused some minor abrasions, but luckily nothing more serious. As you ushered her into the box stall, you give a kiss in her nostrils and whispered, "Calm down dear, I know it wasn't your fault."

When you returned home, you found Joel sitting in your kitchen. His eyes were closed and he seemed to have fallen into a light sleep. You slowly walked over to him and gently brushed your knuckles against his cheek. He jumped a little but calmed down quickly when he saw it was you.

"Hey," you whispered.

"Hey," he replied with a smile. "Teddy fell asleep before we got home. I changed him into pajamas and wrapped him in a blanket."

You nodded your head and stared at his cheek. You stepped away for a moment and took a kitchen towel and a metal bowl from the cupboard, which you filled with cold water. You looked at Joel and said, "Take off your shirt."

"What?!" He looked at you surprised.

You smiled and walked closer to him, placing the bowl on the table. Without waiting for his move, you started unbuttoning his shirt and said, "You said your ribs were bruised. Cold compresses should ease the pain."

He gently grabbed your wrists. "You don't have to do this," he whispered.

"I know, but you didn't have to look for Venus."

"Are you kidding? She's our son's beloved horse and yours." You raised your eyebrows and he chuckled. "Yes, I know you say you don't have a favorite horse, but that's a lie."

You rolled your eyes and tapped him on the chest. "Shirt."

He nodded and finally undressed. You noticed a slight blush on his face as he exposed his chest. You knelt down beside him and sighed. There was a large purple bruise on his right side. You brushed his skin with your fingers and he hissed.

"Are you sure you don't have broken ribs?" you asked anxiously.

But Joel shook his head. "Believe me, I know how broken ribs hurt."

You nodded and started applying a damp, cold towel to his aching body. You noticed that Joel avoided looking at you. He looked away as if ashamed. You didn't understand why. You were delighted to examine his chest covered with small scars. You marveled at his soft belly and wished you'd never had a closer look at his body before. Suddenly, an ugly scar caught your eye. You guessed it was the wound that Ellie told you about. You couldn't help but put your hand on it, glad that it didn't lead to his death.

Joel swallowed hard. He didn't understand why you did it for him. And he thought his body would disgust you. Definitely, his body was no match for Steve's. When he felt the hand that you placed on his scar, he finally dared to look at you. And he saw only concern in your eyes. He cleared his throat slightly, and you finally realized that maybe you'd been keeping your hand on his body a little too long. He noticed the blush appearing on your cheeks and couldn't help but smile a little. Maybe he still had something in him?

Meanwhile, you decided that applying a cold compress to his side should end. You got up and stood between his legs, wanting to take care of the wound on his cheek.

Joel had his hands in his lap and was forcing himself not to put them on your hips. When you said, "I'm done," he felt a painful stab in his chest. He wasn't ready to leave your house that night, and he didn't know how to tell you that. He had to open up to you.

You felt one of his hands gently land on your hip. You looked at him surprised and saw the fear and sadness in his eyes.

"Joel?"

"Let me stay on the night, please. I..." He let out a shaky breath. "There in the woods, for a moment... I thought I was going to lose another child... I..."

His voice cracked and you couldn't stand his pain. You gently cupped his face with your hands. "It's okay," you whispered.

His eyes glistened with unshed tears. "I know, but... I want to keep an eye on him."

"All right."

You've never seen him so sensitive and you couldn't stand it. You had to do something. You moved closer to him and wrapped your arms around his head, pulling him to your chest. You felt his arms wrap around you. Joel sighed and let himself shed a few tears. You suddenly realized that Joel was calm in the woods because he knew he had to be strong. If you both started panicking, it would really make the search harder. You felt a twinge of guilt and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Joel pulled away from your body and shook his head. "It's not your fault. If anyone is guilty, it's Anderson's brat," he growled.

You smiled and said, "You know he tried to scare me with his father." Joel raised his eyebrows. "But it's possible I scared him with you." You bit your lip, waiting for his reaction.

Joel laughed lightly and replied, "Good."

You ran your hand through his hair and said, "Let's go to sleep now." You pulled away and handed him his shirt. Heading to the bedroom, you noticed that Joel had turned into the living room. "What are you doing?"

He looked at you surprised and thought for a moment that you had changed your mind. "You said I could stay."

The sadness in his voice made you want to hug him. Instead, you softly replied, "But not on the couch. Not when your ribs are bruised. You won't be able to get up tomorrow morning."

"So what's your plan?"

You bit your lip for a moment. You knew your plan wasn't the best, but you had no other. "I'd say I'll sleep on the couch." Joel opened his mouth, but you quickly interjected, "I know you won't agree to this, so... My bed is big enough. We'll lie down in it together, with our clothes on."

He walked over to you with an uncertain expression on his face. "Are you sure? I don't want to force anything on you."

You smiled slightly. "We'll just sleep in the same bed, nothing more."

Joel was still undecided as he lay in your bed, but you reassured him once again that you would keep your distance and everything would be fine. You lay down on your side with your back to him. He chose to lie on his back because of his ribs. You were both so exhausted that you fell asleep right away. However, your own body has decided to betray you.

It was still night. You started to wake up, but you were still engulfed in a dream fog. You slowly began to realize that you were cuddling up to something warm and solid. You first dismissed that thought when suddenly it hit you. You opened your eyes and understood. You cuddled up to Joel's left side. You actually snuggled into him like some kind of cudly octopus. An arm across his chest and a leg hooking his hip. You barely held back a squeal. You decided to just slowly pull away from him and don't wake him up. He'll be unaware of what you've done. You felt his hand lightly comb your hair. You jumped up suddenly and hovered over him.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" He asked.

Even in the darkness, you could see the worry in his eyes.

"I... I'm sorry... I know you don't like it." Joel frowned, unsure what you meant, so you added, "That morning when I cuddled up to you like this..."

You tried to move away, but Joel stopped you. "No, please, don't move away. I was an idiot then." He gently stroked your cheek. "I think we both need comfort after today."

He gently pulled you back to him, and you couldn't resist. Joel was right. You needed comfort. You rested your head on his chest again and placed your hand on his body, but you kept your legs some distance from his body. You sighed heavily and had to get rid of the thought that was bothering you.

"You think I'm a bad mother?"

"What?" he gasped.

"I lost him."

Joel wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. "Oh dear, do you think that makes you a bad mother? You love him and sacrifice yourself for him. Teddy is a happy, sweet child and today's events don't erase that. Besides, these things happen. When Sarah was three years I left her alone for a minute and she fell down the stairs."

You tilted your head slightly, "Really?"

"Yes. She cried so hard that Tommy had to drive us to the hospital because I was too panicked."

You started rubbing his chest gently. Joel rarely spoke about his deceased daughter, and you knew it cost him a lot.

"Did something happen to her?"

"No. She only had a bump. The doctor who treated her told me it was normal. Parents make mistakes, they stumble, and children only need their love, not perfection."

You smiled and closed your eyes.

"Thank you," you whispered.

You felt Joel hug you tighter. He pressed his lips to your head and murmured, "You're welcome. Let's try to get some sleep."

You were asleep before he finished his sentence.

Part 7

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kinktober day 10.

10.19 - HATE SEX | EURONYMOUS!

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previous: 10.17 - MUTUAL MASTURBATION!

female!reader x euronymous

word count: 2.3k (holy shit. i rlly didn't mean for this one to be so long)

contents: enemies, lots of tension, degrading, car sex, hand job, unprotected p in v

you stared down at the pale-golden liquid in your hand, held by a crystal clear wine glass. you stood awkwardly in the corner of the party host’s kitchen, sticking out like a sore thumb no matter how much you tried to blend in. you found yourself always seeking the wrong kind of attention, no matter the situation. whether it was catching the predatory eye of someone while walking down the dark streets of your town or simply just being in the wrong place at the wrong time, you just couldn’t catch a break.

the entire house was lit up with warm colours that could brighten up the souls of all those who entered, drastically contrasting the dark clothes you preferred to be adorned in. you didnt know why you even bothered going to these things anymore. you always sensed trouble coming your way, though you were usually wrong and just being paranoid. but not tonight.

a low, unwelcoming voice spoke. “look who’s here.” your head shot up to see the voice's owner, though it’s tone was already engraved in your mind. your gaze contorted into a bitter glare, but you kept your words to yourself. you turned away, setting your glass on the counter. “had no one to sleep around with tonight?” the mockery in his voice made you want to punch him, but you kept yourself together.

throughout high school, he terrorized you for simple things that you had no control over. everyone constantly teased you, saying that you and him would make the perfect couple, but you did everything in your power to keep that from happening. not that it was took any effort. he hated your guts.

“oystein. it’s a pleasure as usual. is this the first time you’ve risen from your coffin this year?” your voice dripped with bitterness so strong that you could’ve sworn you saw him flinch. the tension between you two had been undeniable for as long as you could remember. he belittled you for being a selfish whore, though you were still a virgin. he rolled his eyes, letting them travel up and down your body.

“what are you doing here anyway? other than clearly trying to drink all your problems away.” every word he spoke felt like fire igniting in your mind. he always knew the perfect thing to say to get on your nerves. but you hated letting him know that his hateful words were hurting you. you went to move past him, but he stepped in front of you, blocking your path just as you moved your leg forward.

you noticed his gaze remaining on your exposed thighs in your black skirt for just a second longer than necessary. you shifted away, distancing yourself from the dark figure in front of you. he noticed he was making you feel this way, with a slight look of satisfaction on his face. neither of you could deny the tension growing between you two, so you decided to break it by walking away.

you made your way to the door, leaving him to gawk at your ass as you left the noisy scene. this was the shortest interaction the two of you had ever had, but your heart raced as you entered the dark city streets. you dug around in your pocket, searching for your keys and unlocking your car.

you opened the door, letting yourself in as you took a sigh of relief. you had only had a drink or two, but your mind buzzed with restless thoughts about the encounter. you put your keys into the ignition, preparing to drive even though you were a little tipsy. the engine gurgled, as if unsatisfied with your stupid decision.

you tried again, and then once more but the car didn’t move. you slammed your foot on the pedal, cursing at how inconvenient the timing was. you put your head into the steering wheel, trying to settle yourself down. a few deep breaths did the trick, but you kept yourself in this vulnerable position, letting your patternless thoughts flow through your mind.

you lost track of time, allowing it to become a meaningless form around you until a violent bang on your window broke your trance. euronymous was there, his expression unreadable. you rolled down your window, making direct contact with his striking blue eyes. from the outside, he could see that your car had broken down.

“your car broke down, idiot. need a ride? and i don't mean it like that, you slut.” he couldn’t help but smirk at his own remark, but you simply brushed off his invitation. “i don’t need your help. leave me alone.” his face hardened slightly. “get out or i’ll light up this piece of junk with you in it.” you glared at him. “try it, asshole.”

he was clearly growing annoyed at your resistance, deciding to take things a step further. he opened the car door, unbuckling your seat belt before swiftly picking you up and carrying you to his car. “what the hell?! put me down!” you kicked and pushed him, but he didn’t budge. “you know you don’t want that, doll.” he opened the passenger door of his van, dumping you inside recklessly.

he slammed the door shut before you could try to escape, entering through his own door and buckling himself in, speeding down the streets in an instant. you grumbled, crossing your arms and putting your foot on the seat, causing your inner thigh to be in his perfect line of sight. his foot remained on the pedal, hands on the wheel, but he couldn’t help but glance at the view. it wasn’t a bad sight, so he kept his gaze on it for a while, causing the vehicle to swerve.

“are you trying to kill me?” you spat, shooting him a bitter glare. he scoffed turning his attention away from you, though the flutter in his pants wanted to keep looking for just a little longer. “didn’t your mother ever teach you how to sit like a lady? close your damn legs.” he looked at you from the corner of his eye. “or what?” you noticed the red tinge of his cheeks, wanting to see how far you could take it.

you spread your legs a little more, your black thong just ever so slightly in his view. a breathless gasp escaped his parted lips, causing him to lose focus momentarily. you smiled to yourself, knowing that you finally got him to shut up. your eyes travelled the interior of the van. it was messy, but you’d learned to appreciate a cozy environment with no filter. as you continued looking around, you saw him shifting uncomfortably in his seat, seeming like he was trying to hide something.

it stuck out so conspicuously that you didn’t even have to search for it. a boner pressed against his jeans, begging to be let out for some pleasure. a short laugh emerged from your throat. “getting tense over there?” embarrassment filled his expression, but he didn’t respond to your comment. he cleared his throat, stopping at a red light.

“dont wanna talk now, huh? fine. let’s see how much you can take.” and with that, you quickly unbuttoned his fly and allowed his cock to spring out. he gasped, nearly hitting another car. “w-what are you d-” he was cut off when you spat on your hand and started pumping his cock quickly, instantly summoning loud groans from him.

your squeezed your hand around his length. you could feel his body trembling underneath you at your painfully slow pace. you found yourself enjoying the torture that you were putting it through. his chest heaved, his entire body shook, but he still kept himself together. “j-just get it done with already..!”

you smeared his precum with your thumb, running it up and down his tip. you were putting him through something excruciating right then, but you enjoyed every pained noise that came out of him as he tried his best not to drive the both of you to your deaths. your technique was perfect, but he couldn’t handle being teased like this any longer. “for fuck’s sake!” he whirled his car around, dangerously driving it into a dark alleyway.

fear filled your mind for a fraction of a second, but disappeared in an instant when he grabbed your chin and pulled you into a deep, hungry kiss. you were shocked for a moment, but his rough, skilled lips lulled you into a lust-filled sensation. the kiss intensified, him biting your lip and drawing a line of blood.

you snapped your head back, panting as you watched his cock throb. he locked the car doors, darkening all the windows so that nobody could see what he was about to do. “go to the back. now.” his fists were shaking in such a way that instilled fear into you once again. you carefully crawled to the backseat, waiting for his next move.

he joined you, slamming the door shut. before you had a moment to process anything, he tore off your shirt and skirt, leaving you in your lacy bra and thong. you felt so bare and exposed to him, feeling a familiar sensation as he leered at you. you’d felt this same stare on you before, but you couldn’t tell exactly what he thought about when he looked at you like this. but now you knew. he had been eye-fucking you.

all the inhumane things he imagined doing to you were written on his face in black and white. and now he finally had the chance. he pushed you back, forcing your head to the window as your legs were laid across the seats. without warning, he ripped off your panties, stuffing them into your mouth and exposing your soaking wet cunt.

your muffled protests were interrupted as he pinned your hands above your head, shoving two fingers into you. you screamed out, already feeling your pussy submit to his aggressive touch. “look at you, whore. look at how fucking pathetic you are.” his harsh words stung your heart, but the pleasure dominated any logical thought that you had.

your legs trembled as the hot feeling in your stomach grew to an irreversible point. he curled his fingers inside of you, drawing out long sobs from the depths of your soul. you felt your hole clenching around his digits. he could hear the squelching noise coming from your, the bundle of nerves deep inside of you nearly crushing his fingers.

as your body shook in preparation for your climax, he pulled his fingers out, coated with your fluids. you spat out the cloth in your mouth, your cheeks flushed with rage. “what was that for?! i was so close and you just had to rui-” he clasped a hand over your mouth, rubbing some of your slick of your face.

“i really can’t stand you, y’know that? i’d kill you if you weren’t so…” his words got lost. he shook his head, brushing away the thought. “but i’m not done with you yet.” he pushed you onto your back, forcing his full-length into you all at once. you sobbed out, feeling your tight walls burn as they wrapped around his length.

“y-yeah, just like that... take it, bitch.” his thrusts were rough and sloppy, sending mixed signals throughout your body. his skin slapped with yours as he pounded into your sore little pussy, rubbing messy circles onto your swollen clit. you came as soon as he entered your tight little hole, feeling your cum leaking down to the raggedy seats.

euronymous’ eyes stayed glued to your face as he fucked you mercilessly, enjoying the feelings he was inflicting on you. he looked at the pretty tears that sat so perfectly on your lashes. your parted lips and flushed cheeks. he felt his brain turning to mush as his balls slapped the base of your hole. he found himself slurring a bunch of nonsense as he became completely pussy-drunk. “i-ive wanted to do this for the longest time…”

his fingers dug deep into your thighs, forcing them apart as he marked them up. “c’mon… speak to me, doll.” his voice had turned into a sultry whisper that made you even wetter. but you weren’t willing to soften up to him just yet. “i… i-i hate you…” breathless moans interrupted your speech, very much to his pleasure. he buried his head in the crook of your neck, whispering little things into you. “that’s just the way i like it…”

he forced one of your legs over his shoulder, sending a wave of fluid through your body. you screamed loud enough that the entire city could hear you. a waterfall of your liquid squirted around his length as his lazy thrusts completely lost their structure, his hot cum pouring into you. tears flowed down your cheeks as he filled you up so well.

his groans dominated your noises, making you vibrate just a little. cum leaked out of your hole, a pool already formed underneath you. he finally pulled out of you, your bodies connected by a string of cum. he collapsed on top of you, clearly too tired to realize what he was doing. you sighed, pushing him off of you. “alright, buddy. that’s enough for one night.”

you searched for your clothes, realizing after a moment that they were damaged beyond repair. he took off his leather jacket, placing it over your shoulders. you looked at him, but he didnt meet your eyes. he looked down, but you could see a tiny smile forming on your face. “you should, uh, probably head home now. i don’t know how much more of your presence i can take.”

you rolled your eyes, but in a more playful manner this time. you let yourself out of the car, wanting to say one last thing before you left. “i still hate your guts, but we should… do this again some time.” he opened his mouth to speak, but you shut the door, walking down the street as the scene replayed in your mind over and over again.

author's note: soso sorry that this came out so late, but i rlly like this one even tho its super long. and why is this month going by so fast :(( only 6 fics left to go

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #lords of chaos #euronymous #enemies to lovers #tension #halloween #october #kinktober #444rockstargf

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sehodreams · 6 months

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Plus size idol has a bad attitude and a chip on her shoulder because she made it in an industry where the odds are against her. She’s the kind of idol who proudly thinks “I got on this stage because of talent, not because of daddy’s money (Anton), plastic surgery (Wonbin), or steroids (Sungchan)”

Dark please.

Hi, sorry for taking so long, I had to change my phone that suddenly DIED and then I wrote one but didn't like it, I hope this one is a bit better, I struggled a bit with my words idk why, but I hope you like it!

BITCH

TW and tags: foursome, dark!idol!Anton, dark!idol!Sungchan and dark!idol!Wonbin x idol!plus size!reader, a bit of cum eating, cum play, no p in v, oral sex (f and m receiving), noncon, a touch of choking (like always), munch!Anton, god Idk what else please if you don't like dark content don't read.

WC: 4.9k sorry again

They didn't know how to describe their relationship with you, you were just... Such a bitch.

They tried to be on your good side, knowing how much influence you had on the industry.

You were an excellent artist, a good writer and singer, even a good actor, but God, they hated you so much.

They didn't believe the others when they told them to be careful with you, how could you ever do something wrong to them? You had those cute cheeks and that sweet smile on cameras, you treated your staff good and even directors loved you, so punctual and organized, always doing your best.

But with them, you would critic every little mistake they did.

First you had to share a waiting room out of the blue, theirs had a problem with the plugs and they needed to get their hair done, so they went to yours. You smiled when their manager talked to you, "oh don't worry, it's always a pleasure for me to be helpful!" Their manager got charmed by you instantly, thanking you many times before they could go in.

It was a chaotic day, having to get ready even faster than normal, everyone walking around and moving things, when suddenly they heard a crash.

Everyone looked at it, Wonbin had pushed a flower pot by accident and it got all your fan letters wet. You looked at it surprised, not knowing what to say, and Wonbin's ears got red instantly, embarrassed to the core. He bowed many times, apologizing, and you stopped him with your hand. "Accidents happen" you smiled.

All of them got up their seats and apologized at the same time. Their manager ran to ask for a hairdryer to one stylist that had gone out.

When you and the boys were alone, in silence, you spoke again. "Fucking rookies" you spat. All of them looked at you surprised by your tone. Your whole face had changed, your sweet camera smile nowhere to be found.

"We're really sorry" Shotaro, as the eldest, apologized again.

"Shut up, I don't want to heard any of you anymore, I'm tired of all your obnoxious voices" you were sitting in front of them. All of them standing with their heads down. "Do you think I'm a joke? Why did you think you could all run around as if it was your playground?"

They could feel the heat coming out of you, your voice making them feel small, tiny, as if they were nothing.

Their manager came back and started to dry the letters, you smiled and told him to not mind, they were just paper, they'd get dry on their own. "She's such a good person" the manager said later, hopeful eyes filled with emotion, touched by your kindness. They didn't dare to say what happened, just nodding.

Their second meeting was even worse. Anton's father was in the same show with you and they saw you on TV talking with him. "Please take care of him when you see him" he smiled, the exact same eyes that their maknae had. You replied immediately "oh please don't worry, I've met him already, he's such a sweet and respectful boy, I can see how much effort you've put into making him a great person" it had to be an accident what happened last time, you talked so good about one of their members on tv, caring and soft words were the only things that came out of you, maybe it was just a bad day, they thought.

When they met you in another program they knocked your door, everyone with their best smiles and a bouquet to apologize for what happened last time. One member of your staff opened the door, they could see you inside wearing a pretty pink gown, getting your hair done to the presentation in a couple of hours.

You lifted your eyes from your phone and looked to them. "Can you leave us alone a second?" You asked your staff, all of them left, leaving you alone. Maybe you would apologize to them too, right? "What did I tell you last time? I can see you're all stupid enough to come and bother me again" your glossy lips said smoothly, as if you were singing. They couldn't help but look at you, pink robe showing your legs, your hair up, neck naked, and your honey lips moving, spitting harsh words like a praise. "I guess you have no idea how to respect your seniors, you're lucky I'm a good one, but don't ever come here unannounced again, and this is my last warning, the next time I'll fucking kill you"

They left the flowers and went back to their room. No one said anything, but they all thought the same thing, "bitch".

When the show finished and they were leaving they saw some cleaning ladies pushing trash carts, their flowers showing on top of one, over a bunch of plastic bottles and makeup wipes.

At least they agreed on one thing, to never bother you again. However, what they didn't expect was the collaboration the company arranged with a couple of singers, you being one of them.

You'd be on one of their tracks that you'd write and produce.

Anton, Sungchan and Wonbin were the choosen ones, the others exhaled, feeling grateful to not being paired with you, and feeling sorry for the boys that would work with you.

They talked a lot about it, how would they behave in front of you, not talking unless they were asked to, not contradicting you and not even maintaining eye contact with you for too long, anything to work in peace and finish the job as fast as possible.

They couldn't deny how good of an artist you were, all your songs hits and your fandom making noise every time you arrived to shows.

It was unusual for a girl like you to be an idol, a big girl, your face was quite slim, but your thick legs and full chest always caught attention. Still, you were loved by many and they respected that.

And they liked it too.

"Hi boys, is such a pleasure to work with you, I hope we get a hit!" You laughed and raised your hand, cheering for them. Their manager smiled, wiped for you, while they smiled shyly, afraid of shifting the energy in the room if they weren't careful.

You all went to the recording room, alone there, you sat on the only chair, claiming your position, and they had to sit on the little couch behind you. You showed them your notes and told them your ideas for the song, a love song like usual. They nodded and agreed to everything you said.

If you said the sky was green and the grass blue, they would go along with you.

"I thought you were stupid only in front of me, but it seems you're like that all the time" you said after half an hour being together. They couldn't nod this time. "You're so useless, I don't know why would they make me work with you, some fucking rookies" you walked to grab your bag and pulled a box of cigarettes, everyone focus on your figure walking, appreciating your bubbly ass that showed through your yoga leggings and oversized t-shirt that tried to covered it but rolled over it. Then, when they saw you put the cigarette between your lips and search for a lighter, they looked at each other. It was prohibited to smoke there, but how could they defy you? "I'm sick of everyone disrespecting me, I got here after so much, you have no idea what I've been through to get here" you laughed sourly, "well, of course you don't know about it, I got here because of talent, not because of daddy’s money, plastic surgery, or steroids" the room started to get hot, their faces couldn't hide the irritation anymore, they perfectly knew who were you referring with your words but preferred to stay silent, biting their own tongue "and yet I feel like they continue laughing at me, making me their favorite joke" you slowly exhaled the smoke, not directing your eyes to them, as if you were talking to yourself.

They were exhausted, exhausted of you insulting them, critiquing them for everything, and doing their best to not snap.

"You really have no shame" Wonbin broke the silence after a long minute. "Talking like that, acting like big shit, and I guess that's why everybody laughs at you, trying to act big when you're just a fat bitch" he stood up and walked to you, the other two looked at him alarmed, shocked by the outburst. You, sitting, crossed your legs and exhaled a long line of smoke, maintaining eye contact with the talking boy, with a blank expression.

He smirked, seeing you sitting down there you were only a common girl, without no one on your side, and he felt like he could do anything to you. You felt that, you saw it on his face, you could recognize that expression anywhere, conceited, power hungry, resented. Then, he suddenly felt his hand burning, quickly moving it away. The other two jumped and walked to him, checking the mark your cigarette had left on his pale hand.

"What is wrong with you?!" Anton asked, shocked with your impulse. "You hurt him!"

Sungchan grabbed a cold water bottle from the mini fridge and pressed it against the burn spot. When he moved it away Wonbin checked his hand better, there was a small red spot getting darker because of the ash. He inspected it for a long time, too astonished, then after not much thinking he walked to the door and pressed the secure. The other two followed him with their eyes, holding their breath, waiting for what was gonna happen next.

You didn't waver, set on not appearing weak in front of those three rookies.

"I think you forgot something" he talked, hand on the door handle "You, at the end of the day, are just one girl, and we'll always be stronger than you" he turned his face to you, ears red again, but not from embarrassment this time, from rage.

You, in that exact moment, knew you'd get hurt too.

You gave him a sided smile, "do whatever you want, I'll fucking end your careers after I get out of here"

You saw the younger one put himself between Wonbin and you, as a wall, protecting you. "Hyung, let's talk about this, don't do anything careless" he tried to stop him, the other gave you a glance and then moved his attention to the taller one. "We can get on serious problems"

"We're already on serious problems, it doesn't matter what we do now, she's gonna talk around, we can say goodbye to any deal now" Sungchan, who remained on one side, finally talked.

"You too? What the hell are you thinking?" Anton didn't know what to do, he was displeased too, but going so far hadn't crossed his mind.

"I think this bitch needs a lesson, if we don't give it to her now, she's gonna continue acting like this with others" he grabbed Anton's shoulders and made him turn to you, you were still on your place, frowning, not having were to go, expecting the younger one to help you escape, but when Wonbin whispered to his ear, you knew it was over "look at her, she's not regretful at all, and if we don't do it now, someone else is gonna do it later"

Anton agreed with that, someone was gonna teach you a lesson at some point, and it better be them, right?

When Anton's eyes wandered around your body, hips and thighs bigger on that chair, chest so full it was slightly spilling over your bra, he decided this was a job they had to do.

The job he wanted to do.

Sungchan saw the conviction on Anton's eyes, and when his lips slightly parted, the two older boys smiled. "You can have the first taste" Wonbin pushed him closer to you.

A chill ran down your legs, "move, now" you stood up and ordered the younger one. The three of them were in front of you, all of them taller, you had to lift your head to look at them in the eyes, you had never felt so small in your life. When they saw you there, cornered, eyes up and hands shaking, with the same fucking bossy expression, as if you had any power there, they snickered.

Wonbin nodded to Sungchan, who instantly understood what the other wanted. The two of them caught your arms and made you sit on your chair again. Anton was in front of you, still doubting, not knowing what to do.

"Stop right now! Let me go!" You demanded and squirmed, trying to get yourself free.

"Don't move so much, it's gonna happen you want it or not, no one is gonna help you, there are no cameras here to not leak content, and the whole room is soundproof" you felt yourself get weaker with Wonbin's words, your lips started to quiver and your eyes tried to soften the youngest so he could help you. You looked at him with your most helpless eyes, pleading for help. He sighed, and you saw his face change, desire starting to show on it.

"Come on, you need to pacify her now, if you don't she'll be all feisty later" Sungchan laughed. Wonbin knew he'd need a little help, so he lifted your t-shirt and pulled down your bra, your full tits bounced with the rough movement and the maknae's eyes couldn't leave you, tongue wetting his lips. You were about to scream when Wonbin made you bite your shirt to maintain it up, and then he covered your mouth so you wouldn't spit it. Sungchan decided to move to the back of the chair, grabbing both your arms with one hand.

Your full chest was there, in front of their eyes. Your tits were perfect for all of them, so big and full, your nipples were bigger than what they had ever seen, but they still liked them, all round and calling for them to get a taste.

Sadly, the two older ones needed the youngest to be on board, so he'd have the privilege of the first taste.

Anton kneeled in front of you, his big hands went first to your waist, to see how much he could hold, and then they started to roam up, holding the weight of your tits with his hands before he gave you a look. You didn't move, your eyes were getting a bit wet, but you tried to keep an stoic aspect, strong as always. He didn't waste any more time and gave them a good lick, moaning to himself. They felt so good on his tongue his eyebrows frown. They were soft, easy to handle, and he had to enjoy it as much as he could.

He kept licking them, his tongue playing with one of your nipples while one of his hands molded the other, pinching your little bud every now and then. He played with both of them like that for a good time, making you feel more and more wet with time, you still felt bad, kind of sick of the way he seemed to enjoy it so much, making eye contact until you couldn't and decided to lift your gaze.

Big error, you saw the expression on the visual boy, smiling, proud of his member working you so well, and felt worse.

You shook your head and tried to kick him to get away, but the young boy was so strong he pushed his weight into your thighs so you didn't interrupt his activity.

"Come on, do something else, we don't have all day" Sungchan talked behind you. Anton found the strength he needed to pull apart from your tits and touched your thighs, watching you with a drunk expression. Your nipples were hard, glistening with his saliva, begging to receive more attention, but he couldn't monopolize you.

"Pull down her pants" Anton, after Wonbin ordered him, started to pull down your pants and your panties, slowly, trying to see as much of you as he could to remember it later. Your soft and thick thighs showed a couple of marks because of their size, but he followed the way they pushed against the velvet seat and thought how good they would feel around his face.

And your pussy, god, so plump and wet, he made you open your legs, lifting one over the chair arm, and saw your sweet pussy shine, like honey pouring down, he thought, wanting to taste you.

"Can I..." Anton mumbled.

"Do it" Wonbin encouraged him. Anton didn't need more, he opened your lips with his fingers and saw how precious you looked down there, then he pressed his flat tongue onto your clit, eyes closed and almost rolling of how good you tasted.

He slurped, the wet sounds echoing in the room made everything more dirty and the two other boys felt their tips tingle, dying for their turn.

"Shit, she's dripping" Sungchan said, the sound of your pussy was so dirty his head started to get numb, and when you let your head fell because of the stimulation, looking up and catching each others eyes, he couldn't resist it and with his free hand squeezed your tit. He wanted to kiss you, push his tongue into your mouth, but you were still biting your shirt. You squirmed, overstimulated with his little touches over your sensitive nipples and the other boy eating the life out of you.

"Are you gonna be a good girl now?" Wonbin asked on your side, you moved your eyes to him and nodded, not being able to talk because of the shirt he made you bit. "Good" he let your mouth free and stripped your t-shirt off.

You felt the cold air touch your naked body and slightly shivered.

You screamed, a clear and loud "Fuck you". Wonbin slapped you, shaking your whole body. You stayed there, mute, feeling your cheek sting, and decided to just stay silent from that moment on. You couldn't afford to get hurt, you had job to do later, and tomorrow, and the next day. The boy slurping your juices hadn't even noticed the other hurt you, too concentrated on his dessert.

"Can I kiss her now?" Sungchan asked, polite and eager, after seeing you cry in silence, but calm. Wonbin nodded and Sungchan grabbed your chin to make your head fall again and kiss you, softly at first, then deeper. Your tongue felt like velvet against his, soft and wet, smooth, like the seat you were dripping on. He couldn't contain himself anymore, he stopped kissing you and pulled down his zipper and his underwear, just enough for his dick to bounce in front of your face, moving his hand up and down his member. Your lipgloss was smudged around your mouth and you looked up to him with dull eyes, death, and distracted with the boy between your legs, trying to contain the sounds that wanted to escape, you couldn't let them know how much stimulated you were.

You were so close, your hole started to beg for something to fill it, but of course you'd never say it. You're eyes were unfocused and, after a couple of minutes containing them, pretty moans started to leave your lips. "Wait, wait, please" you begged, with your singing voice, it sounded like an echo, music to their ears.

You didn't want to cum, you couldn't get more humiliated, not more.

"Move" Wonbin pushed Anton's head away of you. You sighed, glad the boy helped you resist. You were wrong, he pushed Anton to occupy that spot, eating you even harder, with his thumb poking your entrance.

"That's not fair, I wanted her to cum on my mouth" Anton protested and tried to push the older boy "I deserve her orgasm"

"Shut up, you were about to cum faster than her" Sungchan laughed, still jerking off in front of your face. The image of your dumb face and open lips making those sounds was enough to drive him crazy.

"Hyung please let me, I'll let you put your dick first, I swear" Anton pleaded. Wonbin didn't want to, but he had a soft spot for the youngest, so he moved away and let him finish you. Your hands were free now, hanging yourself on your seat, trying to calm yourself, but when the boy pushed his face onto your entrance you had to grab something else, so you grabbed his hair, hard, wanting to hurt him as much as they hurt you.

It had the opposite effect. Your pussy dripping, with your hands pulling his hair, made him insane. He rubbed his dick against your free leg, and when your hands painfully pulled his hair with force and your pussy spammed around Wonbin's fingers, he came. While he was cumming he didn't stop slurping, drinking your orgasm like a thirsty man.

Sungchan moved his dick to your lips, touching it with the tip. You were still drunk on the feeling, trying to recollect yourself, when Sungchan decided it was a good idea to cum on your face. His cum fell onto your lips, and he moved it around your mouth, smearing it over the rest of your lipgloss.

"You have two options, what do you want to do, do you want me to fuck your pussy or to fuck your mouth?" Wonbin said putting his hand around your neck, making you look at him in the eyes. Sungchan had decided to sit on the couch to recover, and Anton on the floor, next to you and caressing your thigh, also trying to catch his breath, but focusing more in his fingers drawing on your skin.

You didn't want to choose, the cum on your mouth tasted like shit and your legs hurt, you only wanted it to end and go home, but you could see in the eyes of the boys that they wanted a lot more of you.

Tears started to flow out of your eyes, one by one, falling down your eyes, which made Wonbin smile more, giving you a peck on the lips Sungchan had dirtied with his orgasm.

"I want to go, please, I'm tired" you cried. Anton's hand got tighter on your leg and Wonbin's hand too, around your throat. You wanted to cough, not being able to breath.

"She's been good, I think she deserves a kiss and to go home" Anton said with a sweet tone, low.

"Well, I think she deserves one more orgasm" Sungchan smiled at you, proud of his work.

"You both say that because you got to cum, but what about me?" Wonbin was defensive, his hand kept squeezen your throat and your eyes burned.

"Then you can use her mouth, but not her hole, if one fuckes her, everyone fucks her, deal?" Sungchan said with authority. Wonbin scoffed at the sudden lider.

"You've heard him, you have no option now" Wonbin was quickly to pull down his underwear, the time was running out and they had an schedule after their session with you. What would happen next? They didn't care. They knew, when they saw the fear in your eyes, that you'd never talk about this. Three rookies fucking you? Who would believe you? Were you trying to brag around that you fucked those gorgeous men?

His grip around your neck got loose. You coughed and he let you catch your breath. He knew you'd need that air when he was fucking your mouth, because he was going to fuck it properly, like a bitch like you deserved.

He made you kneel in front of him, grabbing your arm and pushing you to the floor. It hurt your knees, you made a painful noise and Anton side-eyed him, not liking how he treated you. "Don't do that again, those are not the kind of marks we should leave on her" Anton, on your side, held your hair with care and moved it out of your face so you could be more comfortable.

"Why do you care so much how we treat her?" Sungchan bluffed.

"She's mine too, and I like to take care of my things" he cleaned your tears with his thumbs, caressing your chin and giving you a look full of love. He smiled at you, not showing his teeth, but sweet enough to make you warm.

And you hated that.

"Anton-ah, help me, please" you sobbed. He nodded.

"Of course honey, one more orgasm, right?" He answered, making you cry harder.

"Now say ahh" Wonbin grabbed your hair and made you sit back in your knees. You had to hold yourself with one hand behind you, your tummy and thick thighs completely showing. You were almost completely naked, only your usual expensive jewelry on your neck and wrist.

Those golden jewels look so good on you, all naked and glowing. Your face was sweaty and had cum around your mouth, filthy, contrasting with your gold necklace with a little heart around your throat.

Wonbin licked his lips and pushed the tip of his cock in front of you. You had no option than to leave a little kiss on it, closing your eyes to not look at him.

He had a pretty cock, pink with a red tip, as if even it was angry and trying to break you. You licked it as much as you could, covering the left part of it with your pretty hand with the bracelet tingling.

Anton held your hair to help you, and when he moved his eyes down your chest to your thighs he couldn't help but pay attention to your pretty tummy, a little pouch over your chubby and pretty pussy. His free hand started to touch your clit, gently at first, but then, second by second, he started to want more, and at some point, when Wonbin pushed your mouth over his whole dick, tired of your lame work, he pushed two fingers inside you, distracting you. "You're doing such a good job" he praised you.

Sungchan got enough, he situated behind you again, pushing his cock to your lower back and kissing your cheek and pinching both nipples between his fingers. "Cum one more time, just one more" he begged.

It was too much, you wanted to cream but your mouth was busy with Wonbin's cock. Your eyes cried and cried, and muffled sounds stayed on your mouth.

After minutes that seemed to never end, when Wonbin was about to cum, he pushed your head out of his cock, jerking in front of you. You couldn't think, shaking with Anton's fingers inside you and the tension forming in your stomach.

"Stop!" You tried to remove his fingers out of you, feeling something close. A strong orgasm, the strongest you've ever had on your life.

Sungchan, still rubbing his dick with your back, left your tits alone and grabbed your waist, making you fuck yourself against Anton's fingers.

You yelled after a minute, coming hard as never. A liquid poured over Anton's hand and leaked to the floor wood, making a little pod. At the same time Sungchan came over your back, and Wonbin over your beautiful chest, with white drops falling all around, one drop over your heart necklace.

You shook and fell onto Sungchan's arms. He held you, giving you a soft kiss on your temple. "Good girl" he appreciated.

You closed your eyes, about to pass out, trying to breath normally again, but opened them again after you felt a sting on your chest, almost near your collarbone, hissing of pain. "This is a gift, so you never forget what happens if you don't behave" Wonbin kissed your cheek. He had burned you with a different cigarette, one he had just smoked.

Anton pushed his hand away. "I told you to not hurt her" he was mad with Wonbin's action, hugging your side and giving you a kiss on your other cheek to comfort you.

You cried and hugged the youngest, big and warm, comforting you like a little girl.

Anton and Sungchan helped you to get dressed. Your thighs were a mess and they were looking for something to help you get clean when they heard knocking over the door.

The three of them looked at each other alarmed, it was impossible to hide you or the mess they had done.

Wonbin decided to give face and make the people on the other side of the door leave. He opened it, trusting the other two to cover you.

Eunseok was there, looking a bit tired. "We have to go, manager says that..." He looked inside the room. It was impossible to not understand what happened, the smell of sex and orgasms was too strong, and the boys were glowing, clearly satisfied.

You stood up and ran to the door, not leaving time enough for the bigger boys to hide you. "Get me out of here, now!" You demanded. You weren't wearing pants and he could see how fucked you were, hair dirty and smelly, face smeared of gloss and what he recognized as semen.

"What the- what have you done?!" He was terrified, holding your hands inside his. You threw yourself into his arms, shaking, "Really guys? Without me?"

All the boys in the room smiled with the cry that came out of you.

Such a bitch, they thought.

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james-is-here · 1 month

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Finally, I made the Minho x witch reader fic from my blurb a while ago. F.C is favorite color for the color of your powers.

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Tags: technically p in v sex? Minho's body is swapped, Minho is confused but knows what he wants, Oral (Min Receives), feminization? Would that count? Like Mn knows it's his boyfriend but he's been turned into a girl, um...insert more here, I'm blanking lmk if there's anything else or anything I got wrong.

(Minho names) Princess, Jagi, Kitten, precious, baby, Minnie, Lina. (Mn names) Hyung, daddy

"Jagi~ When can I see you??" "Mn, chill, please. I saw you an hour ago." "Min....I don't want to be here." "You chose to stay at home to practice your mental spells. Don't blame me."

You pout, slouching further down on the couch before falling to the side and rolling into your back. "You're throwing a fit on the couch, I can feel it, stop it." "You can't feel shit, you're looking at the mirror I gave you."

You hear his light chuckle and the small hand mirror you gave him, almost like a security camera but magic, clap shut with a click. You gave it to him when you were still studying with your family coven and his cats were at your apartment. "You caught me. Mn, you'll be fine, you love studying your spells." "Yeah, but it's mental spells, i've failed so many times with no visible results." "If I send you a photo, will that motivate you?" "Hm, depends on the photo."

Sitting up, you slouch on the couch again, kicking your spell book that hangs off the coffee table, spooking Dori who was sniffing at your bundle of daisy's in the vase. "Selfie?" "Procrastinate." "Mirror?" "Procrastinate." You hear him sigh and smile, actually proud of your stubbornness. "I think I know what you want but I'm already in my stage outfit, I can't do anything." "Minnie~ Please, Kitten?"

"You...are impossible." You didn't think it was possible to feel his blush through the phone but you did. You hear what you think is a door shutting before he speaks. "I'm saying bye to you now cause I'll need to head to stage after." "So I'll get my photo??" You ask, almost sounding like an excited puppy at the thought of actually getting the photo you want. "Maybe. Will you do your spells?" "Ugh, yes." "Okay. Love you, Hyung." You giggle softly and can hear Minho's smile. "Love you!" "This photo is nothing but a bribe, okay? Distract yourself with our new family video and do your work." "Since when were you in charge?" "Since my boyfriend was like a moody teenager who doesn't like homework." "I am." You hear the eye roll before he huffs. "Go." "Okay." He hangs up before you could continue and you laugh, standing up and taking your book with you.

You toss the book down on your kitchen island, hopping onto the barstool and sighing heavily. Your phone goes off and a grin takes over your face immediately as you pick up your phone.

From Minnie Kitty 🩶

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Now work, you promised. And feed the cats.

You laugh at his message before looking at the photo, waving a hand the the direction of the food bowls before Dori jumps off the table, Soonie comes out from behind the couch, and Doongie comes out of the bedroom at the sound of their food.

It looks like he propped his phone up on a wall adjacent from him and he's on his knees, pants undone and pulled down slightly to show he's wearing grey boxers and he's holding his stage shirt up to his chest out of the way with one hand and the other was on his waistband. He's cropped out his face but you could see the red of his blush at his neck and the fact his head is turned away from his phone. Looking closer, you could see dying hickies on his stomach and part of his thighs that aren't covered by his pants.

To Minnie Kitty 🩶

Excuse me, why did I not get the full view of my Kitten? Uncrop your face.

From Minnie Kitty 🩶

Mn.

To Minnie Kitty 🩶

Kitten.

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His face is as you thought, burning red and you just know that it's from seeing himself in the camera which made him look away. Judging by the fact it's a hands free photo, this is a screenshot from a video, you'll stop bothering for now but you're gonna want that video, it probably has Minho's whole process of getting this photo for you and you love when he's all flustered and shy.

You listen to Minho and pull up the newest SKZ family then open your book to the recent page, mental spells. You can do normal spells, wordless spells, but for some reason you just can't get mental spells, no hand movements, no words, only your mind. You often asked what you were doing wrong, you did everything necessary but it just never works.

You stare at an orange in the island basket and repeat the spell to turn it into an apple, a simple starter spell as you've read that starting with smaller spells are best. "What the fuck am I doing wrong?" You mutter to yourself a stare at your book before your phone distracts you, hearing your boyfriend's voice.

Your first thought was that he looked so pretty. How can that wig change him so much? What if his hair was that long in reality? Then you started questioning yourself cause Minho looked so fucking good as a girl. Plus, Hyunjin was pretty with that hair style, he looked like an actual mom but you stuck to ogling your boyfriend and not your stolen boyfriend. (Hyunjin has "stolen" you from Minho cause "You're so fucking hot and attractive" Hyunjin said himself.)

You don't know when your fell asleep but the last thing you remember is your boyfriends yelling at the other boys for the family skit and the line from your book you've read a million times "To achieve mental spells, focus your mind's energy and channel it through precise incantations, visualizations, and unwavering concentration." Apparently this was supposed to be easy.

Raising your head, you rub some sleepiness from your eyes. Picking up your phone, you tap it to check the time but it doesn't turn on, so it's dead.

Slamming your book shut, you walk away from the kitchen island and go to your room, changing out of your clothes and putting on just your sweats before climbing into bed and promptly passing out for the rest of the night.

In the kitchen, your book glows F.C, fluttering open before closing and your family emblem glows as well before fading to nothing.

You're completely unaware to what chaos you have the next day.

You shoot out of bed the next morning to pounding on your door. "Who the fuck is here at nine in the morning?" You mumble as if you shouldn't be up at 9am.

Shuffling out your room, you stretch the sleep out of your arms and back. Minho said he'd stay at the dorms after their schedule the night before and his designated keychain still hung next to the door. If Minho was going to come, he would've texted.

Your keyhole was covered, causing you to grumble and unlock your door and open it but suddenly someone is shoving their way through.

"What the fuck did you do?" The stranger yells at you and you subconsciously covered your torso at the woman that stares back at you. "What did I do?! I have a random woman in my apartment! Get out!" She huffs, ripping off her mask and taking her cap off. "Mn. It's me!" She says and you look over her, how'd she know your name?

She wore a black mask and cap before taking them off, her brunette hair now falling over her white hoodie as she shook her head slightly to adjust the bangs over her forehead. She was wearing a pair of black sweats and shoes that looked too big to be hers now sit kicked off next to the door.

Soonie walked over at the familiar smell of the woman's clothes and she kneels down to pet him but you step forward and pick him up. "Please, don't touch my cats and get out. I won't hesitate to call the cops." "Mn, you can't, your spell books are all over the place." "How do you know that? Are you stalking me?" "Oh my god, Mn! You can't be this dumb."

She suddenly steps forward, she's a bit shorter than you so she stands on the tips of her toes, reaching up to your neck and pulling you down to connect your lips and you went to protest but her lips...they were a familiar plush smoothness coated in cherry that you couldn't help but get lost in and flutter your eyes closed.

Soonie jumped out of your hold and your hands drifted to the hips of who you thought was a stranger and pulled them close, the others arms wrapped around around you neck completely and sigh almost thankfully more than contentedly.

You separate with a click and you open your eyes. "Minnie..." You whisper against his lips and he huffs out a laugh with a small shake of his head. "Yes, you dumb fuck." "Well pardon me, how else am I supposed to react when a random woman I've never seen before suddenly barges into my apartment?" "Soonie came up to me, that should've tipped you off." It's true. Soonie never walked up to strangers.

"I feel like I should be worried you willingly kissed a random woman." "Wha-" You pull back, astonished that he'd say that. "You kissed me." "Yes but you kissed back." "Your lips gave it away." You remove your hand from his hip and held his chin between your finger and thumb to tilt his head further back before you move your thumb up and place it on his bottom lip, his lips parting automatically as you lightly rub the smooth skin. "Aw look, my kitten is still there too."

He doesn't react to your tease but he just stares at your eyes. He still has his boba eyes that you love that shine back at you with so much love that you didn't realize someone like Minho could have until you got to know him.

It's a bit weird but knowing it was your Minho kinda made it a little easier. "I don't get it." You say barely above a whisper. "What? How I'm suddenly a woman?" "No, that somehow you're pretty no matter what you look like." "That was gross." "Yeah, Sure."

You're conflicted as he leans up and kisses you again. Not at him directly, you just really loved kissing him and that alone tends to make you need him but would he take you like this?

You regrettably pull away, Minho following after you to place a couple pecks to your lips and you press a finger to his lips as you speak. "U-Uh, w-wait one sec." You pull away completely, pulling out of his arms and walking into your living room to find a specific spell that you've only read and never performed.

Spell Name: Chromatic Metamorphia

Description: The Chromatic Metamorphia spell taps into the mystical energies of the cosmos to weave a delicate tapestry of transformation, allowing the caster to alter the gender of a chosen individual. Through the intricate weaving of incantations and the manipulation of arcane symbols, the essence of the target is imbued with a new gender identity, opening doors to new experiences and perspectives. However, wield this power with care, for the threads of fate are easily tangled, and the consequences of such a profound change can ripple far beyond the caster's control.

"Um...Well, that's new." "What?" You stand up from finding the book on the bottom of your bookshelf and turn to Minho who stands in front of your kitchen. His eyes scan your body and you see his gaze linger on your torso. "Well, two things...I unknowingly managed to succeed at doing mental magic..." "Well, I guess that's good? What's the other thing?" "I somehow used a spell that I have not read in years and has been illegal to covens for years." "You used an illegal spell on me?! Wait, you have banned spells?" His bewilderment turned into confused curiosity. "Yeah, we do. All biological spells were banned because it got out that unfaithful magic holders were pretending to be doctors and using the spells to change people's anatomy. Almost outed every coven to still exist cause people were becoming suspicious of them since they never left scaring."

Minho noticed your far off look and walked over to you, placing a hand on your arm. "You knew them didn't you?" "My great grandfather and his brother...that's why my familt coven is so small. Everyone knew us and didn't want to be associated with us." You shake your head, putting your book back in an empty spot a before turning back the other. "It's fine, though. We're slowly being forgiven and I'm glad I found you." You move his now long hair behind his ear and place a hand on the side of his face.

"Is there a reversal spell?" "Um...yeah, somewhere..." "You're still not with me." "I'm sorry I got you involved..." "Mn, it's okay. A bit weird but it's fine. Now, go find it." Before he stepped away, you lean forward and kiss him, his hands rest on your bare chest as he kisses you back.

His hands slide up your chest and wraps his arms around your neck, burying one of his hands in your hair and the other held the back of your neck and brought you closer.

He takes a step, bringing your bodies closer as he lets out a small noise you barely caught. "W-wait-" You mutter against his lips but he keeps your lips connected with a small pull at the back of your head. Your hands move to his hips over his oversized hoodie and try to push him back but it happens on its own when he runs out of breath and he whines, his new voice soft and needy.

"M-Minnie, wait, let me-" "Hyung, I-I think I need you." "I can see but let me get the reversal-" You knew what book it was and turn to grab it but he stops you. "Wait...I-" He stops, a blush suddenly taking over his features and his ears. "Minnie?" "I-I want..." He whines and steps away from you, covering his face.

You follow him, holding his wrists to uncover his face. "Hey, what's wrong? Do you...you want to try this body before I reverse it?" "I-I don't know...I-I just...I think I need you but I d-don't want you to be upset if I say I don't want to switch yet..." His lighter voice is meek and you coax his hands to uncover his face and lean down to meet his fallen gaze.

"That's okay, Kitten. We can try it." You gently pull him into you to hug him before taking him to your bedroom and sitting down on your bed. You wave your hand, the distant sound of the scoop in the cat food can be heard as it feeds the cats their breakfast and Dori and Doongi run out the room before you close the door.

"Wait, you've never-" "I have. High school, it was embarrassing and she was a faker." A small snort leaves him as you see his shoulders relax. "Really?" "Yeah. Last I knew, one doesn't say 'I'm cumming, I'm actually cumming, I swear' when they cum." His face screws up in disgust as you mimicked what the girl said. He can just hear the lie in the sentence. "Ew, the lie is so obvious." "Exactly."

You move to sit in front of him, he moves accordingly and brings his knees up before your hands are on his shins and you're bring them over your thighs before placing your hands on his knees. "You more relaxed now?" "A little." "Okay." You lean up, laying between his legs and propping yourself up on the bed before kissing him firmly and biting his bottom lip, drawing a soft sigh to leave him.

Gently, you slip a hand under his hoodie, his waist his a bit smaller but his skin is still smooth as you slide your hand up his waist and his back arches slightly. Sliding further up, you stop at this ribs and under his new anatomy. Your thumb rubs the smooth skin of his tit and his back arches further towards you as you pull back and admired his blown pupils and his red face and ears. "This okay?" He nods shakily and starts to squirm slightly as you move to his neck.

His mouth parts as he finally lets out a couple unmuffled, quiet moans, his new voice is as smooth and beautiful as his actual voice but you know he could let more out, he must still be unsure. "C'mon, Minnie, you can make more noise." "But it's not-" "It may not be your voice but you still sound so good." He chuckles weakly. "Sh-Should I be worried that you like this?" "Hmm, no, but it might be a new thing I love." "Great." You pull away from his neck and glare at him playfully. "Hey, no kink shaming, Kitten." "Sorry." You chuckle and lean back down to kiss him.

He moans when your hand slides further up, cupping the bottom of his tit and squeezing gently. "Sh-Shit." He pulls back and leans his head back, letting out a soft moan as you held his tit. "Okay?" "Y-Yeah." With that admission, you move your hand again to the side, holding it in your palm and placing your thumb on his nipple. He whimpers, grabbing your wrist above the hoodie as his squirming becomes more erratic.

"Can I take this off?" Your free hand tugs the hoodie and he nods his head, bangs already sticking to his forehead. You remove your hand and use both to pull the hoodie up and over his head before tossing it to the floor. His tits weren't too big or small, perfect you'd say before Minho is covering himself and you grab his wrists, taking them into one hand, kissing his pout away before kissing down his neck, holding his hands at his stomach as you trail over his collar bones before leaning up. "Just relax, 'kay?" He hums and you keep eye contact as you lean down and kiss the top of the mound and he whimpers.

You kiss the new skin available to you on both sides before moving over his right nipple, his back arching into your face at your breath blowing over the bud and he whimpers in anticipation before you close the distance with a smirk and close your lips around his nipple. His hands struggle against yours as he moans, you've done this before but it like his new body has a whole new level of sensitivity he didn't know about.

You switch hands that are holding his wrists and your now free left hand moves to play with his other tit and brush over and pinch his nipple. You adjust your body slightly, taking more of his tit into your mouth and when he arches his back when you switched sides to give the other mound attention, his hips jolt and meet your crotch, drawing a groan from you and a moan from him. "F-Fuck, Mn~"

You take that as a plea and grind down into Minho, your cock rubbing against him as your body relaxes slightly against his. Your tongue licks and swirls around his nub before you force yourself to pull away. Both his nipples are red and hard. "Fuck, Lina- Kitten, shit..." You mutter, dropping your head onto his chest and rocking your hips harder into his before trying to withdraw yourself from him. "Sorry, Kitten, I meant Kitten." "Lina?" He pants out and you sigh.

"Fans call your family character Aunty Lina...Didn't know I was into that..." "I-It's okay. We've always w-wanted a dirty secret, no?" You pick your head up and meet his eyes. "Really?" "Yeah. I-I'm okay with it." You surge forward, pressing your lips firmly to his before finally slipping your tongue past his lips as your hips resume their slow drags against Minho's core.

Pulling back, you sit up. "Can I remove these now?" You tug at his pants and he immediately shoves them down before you help him pull them off. He's wearing the boxers from yesterday and you can't stop the groan that leaves you when your thoughts stray. What would he look like in panties? Your cock throbs in your sweats as you remove his boxers and he pulls his knees together to hide from you as you remove your own bottoms.

"Come on, Kitten. Let me see." You gently squeeze his knee and coax him to relax before he spreads his legs and you finally see that the other anatomy he obtained is absolutely soaking. You place your hands on his smaller waist, sliding them down over his belly and you notice another thing the spell didn't effect, his small scar.

Laying on your stomach, you kiss from his scar, over his navel, then move to his inner thigh, kissing from his knee and towards his cunt and he shakes as one of your hands reaches down to spread him open. "Fuck!" Like this, he could outdo any porn star as he throws his head back when you lick from his entrance to his clit, a hand finding your hair as he squeals with a moan and throws his head back, his unoccupied hand gripping the sheets as he melts into the new sensation.

You lick a couple more times, obsessed with his sweetness, before you slide your tongue into him and his legs shake, tightening around your head before relaxing a bit. "F-Fuck, H-Hyung..." His voice dies off as his moans grow louder and his grip of your hair tightens and brings you closer, pushing your nose into his clit.

Pulling back, you move to suck his swollen nub and gently insert a finger into him, pulling a long moan out of him before he's panting to catch his breath. Adding another finger, his grip tightens and his thighs squeeze around your head and his walls tighten. "M-Mn...Mn, I-I think- Fuck, I'm g-gonna cum..." He squeals, pulling you further into him. You were going to edge him and get him to cum on your cock but he wasn't gonna let you go so you stay put, picking up the speed of your fingers and curling them deeply before his hips buck up and his back aches off the bed, his thighs shaking.

You slow down, licking slowly at his clit and slowly curling your fingers to ride him through his high until he's pushing you away when he felt overstimulated. He pants, chest rising and falling rapidly as he stares at the ceiling. You pull away, his arousal all over your chin and you wipe it away before propping yourself up on your elbows, looking up at him while your fingers are still inside him, moving just enough to not overwhelm him but also to get him past his high and get him close to another. "You okay?" He whines before huffing heavily.

"There's...Th-There's no proof y-you use a banned spell, right?" You laugh genuinely and push your fingers further into him before curling them and he reaction -a gasp with a moan as he drops his head back- you found his body's g-spot.

"No, there's no trace on banned spells. Why? You like this new feeling?" "Y-Yeah...I-I do...but maybe only on stressful days?" "Okay, with one exception." "What?" "We change you once to prank the boys." "Yes." He answered immediately and you couldn't stop the laugh at how quick he answered.

"Okay. Now, how about we see how you feel in this body with my cock in you." You sit up and hover over him, leaning down to kiss him then moving to leave marks under his ear, under his jaw, all over where you can reach. If you need to hide them from him tomorrow, you'll hide them tomorrow.

Taking his hands into yours, you pin them next to his head, your tip rubbing against him and his hips jump up. "Oh...Sh-Shit~" His head leans back when your tip rubs against his clit. "That feel good, Kitten?" "J-Just put it in." "Don't be impatient. You love my dirty talk." "No I don't." "Really?" You look at him incredulously before leaning down, dropping your voice and whispering in his ear.

"You sure you don't like it? Don't want me to talk about stuffing your cunt? Fucking you like you've never been fucked before? With just my fingers, your walls wouldn't let me go. You love being in this body don't you? Have you ever thought if I could change your body? I bet you have, slutty kitten thinking what my cock feels like if he had cunt, right?" "N-No." "Ah, I think you're lying. Why's my kitten lying to me, huh? Lying isn't very nice, Lina. You know what I do if you lie." "N-No! No! Please don't!" He whines and a cocky grin takes over your lips. "Then admit it. You wondered what I could do when I told you I had magic, didn't you?" "A little..." he murmured and at his admission you reach down and only line yourself up, not moving yet.

He gasps as his hand in your tightens and his free one grips the pillow under his head. "When you woke up, what was the first thing you did?" "I-I freaked out a-and ran to the bathroom." Humming, you push your tip inside. He snaps his mouth shut and moans, hips jolting up to meet yours.

"You sleep shirtless, Kitten. What did you do?" "Turned around w-when I saw myself." You pull back but your hips stop when he protests. "Wait, Wait." "Answer truthfully, my love, and you'll get it." He whines in faux annoyance as his blush seemingly got brighter and traveled further down his neck. "I-I held them..." He muttered and you could barely hear it but smile when you did, pushing back in a little further. "How'd it feel, princess?" Whimpering, he went to cover his face but your hand moves from his thigh to hold it open after guiding yourself into him to grab his wrist and intertwine your hands next to his head again. "Come on, Lina, you can't be a brat around me." "It felt weird but...good. I-I also...touched myself..."

For the double admission, you pushed yourself in and nudged his g-spot, your pelvis almost meeting his. "Fuck! Oh fuck, p-please...please, Hyung, please." You finally pick your head up from his neck and meet his eyes, tears gathered on his lash line and his bangs stuck to his forehead again, his long hair spread out on the pillow. A layer of sweat lays on his skin and his body squirms at your obsessed gaze.

Yes, you both have stuff to unpack later but now, you'll enjoy it. "Hyung, please, just-" He whines, bucking his hips up and he tightens around your length. "Say it, Kitten. Say it." "hngh~ Hyung, just- I don't want to say it, Hyung, please." You pull out slightly and he yelps, "No, No, shit~" "Say you want me...to stuff your cunt."

He whines and looks away from you. Yes, you've been his dom but you were soft, he felt so needy in this moment, so on edge and wanting more, needing more and you haven't even moved yet, you've just been using your voice and calling him princess, kitten, and using his current anatomy, he fell further then he's fallen before.

His voice is meek and quiet when he speaks. "What was that, princess?" He turns his head back to you and his tears have fallen, his eyes glassy as he begs. "Just fuck me, daddy, please." His voice is still small and shy and looking at his eyes, you can still see that he's there but you mentally prepare yourself for a drop at the end of this. "Okay, baby, did so good answering me."

You push the rest of the way in then pull out before starting a quick pace, he was so wet from your teasing and the slickness was honestly addicting. You bury your face in his neck, letting his hands go to hold his waist as you pick up speed and he wraps his arms around your neck, holding you close. "Fuck, Min, feel s'good." All he could let out was whimpers and moans. It felt so different, so weird, so good. Your tip hit deep inside him and when you reach down and thumb his clit, his back arches, nails digging into your back and pulling you closer before he brings his knees up, you angle your hips and thrust deeper a couple more times before he's tightening around you, cumming with a whimper and tugging your hair, throwing his head back.

You pull out of his arms, lifting his hips slightly as you sit up and fuck into him quickly. His legs shake as you hold his thighs open, lost at the sight of the cunt pulling you in and how wet it is and with a choked moan morphing into a groan, you thrust deep inside and still, cumming deep inside him and he clenches, shaking with remnants of his recent orgasm and you thumb his clit, helping his ride his high as you ride out your own.

Leaning back on your heels, you slowly watch as you slip out of him and his body goes limp. With a snap, the book you need is on your nightstand along with a small bowl of warm water and a rag.

You gently close his legs and move his arms over his chest. "Minnie?" You move a few strands of hair from his face before sighing when you get only a whine in return and reach for the rag. You don't know what would happen if you switched him with the state he was in so you clean him up, carefully and gently scooping your release out of him before wiping his sweat away.

Reaching over to the floor, you grab both of your sweats and boxers, putting them on then reaching for your book and casting the reversal spell. F.C swirls move along Minho's body before he's back to himself, his eyes still zoned out as you close the book and place it on your nightstand and kiss his forehead.

"Oh, Jagiya..." You rush to lay next to him, pulling him into your arms as he starts to cry. "Minnie, baby, it's okay." You pull the blankets up over the both of you, getting comfortable before wrapping your arms around him. "Minnie, baby, come back to me, precious." You gently rub his back, flicking a hand towards the door and it cracks itself open just enough so Soonie and Doongi can walk in, Dori following shortly after as the first two jump on the bed.

You start softly singing next to his ear as he cries into your shoulder, soft touches to his arm and Soonie lays next to you and nudges his head against Minho's before laying his head down next to his owner.

Eventually his sobs die down and he moves closer to you, nuzzling into your neck then sitting up. "Hey, careful baby. It's okay." He wipes away his tears before wrapping his arms around himself and noticing that he's back to himself. "Min?" "Hm?" He hums softly. "You okay?" He nods his head and lays back down on your chest and you pull the blanket back over him. "Tired?" "mm'yeah..." His voice is quiet. "Wanna take a nap?" "Yeah..." "M'kay, baby. We can take a nap. Day off?" "Yeah..." "Do you want me to shut up so you can sleep your drop off?" "Yeah."

Giggling softly, you wrap your right arm around his back and the other finds his shorter hair to brush through the strands. "Sleep well, Min." "Quiet." You smile and kiss his temple before closing your eyes and letting your body relax and sleep as well for a couple hours.

#random #bleh #stray kids #straykids #stray kids x male reader #aunty lee know x male reader #lee know x male reader #lee minho x male reader #fantasy au #magic gender swap

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inariizaki · 1 year

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CANDY — CHISHIYA S.

sypnosis : chishiya was planning to tell what he feels towards you, he had everything prepared, his words, where he will confess, and what time he'll confess, but it seems like fate ruined everything he planned, and ended up just blurting that three words.

tags : little angst, fluff at the end<3

note : HWUEAUAUSSHSSHSH FINISHED THIS IN ONE SITTING, NOT PROOFREADED, TELL ME IF THERE R ERRORS, AND BAEEEEE @weronikasstuff ILY ILY/p also fem reader !!

“ w-wait what? ” kuina said, processing what the nonchalant guy said recently.

“ YOU'RE FINALLY CONFESSING?? ” she exclaimed.

“ lower your voice, she might hear you. ” he stated.

“ wow, just you confessing is... something else. that's totally not so chishiya. i still can't believe you'll confess. ” she says, mouth slightly open, while looking at chishiya.

chishiya smirked, “ me neither. i thought it was because she caught my attention, i mean, she did, but...it was more than that. ”

kuina smiled, “ wish you the best of luck, loverboy. ”

chishiya was searching for you, everywhere, he went to your room, the places you often, but he couldn't find you anywhere.

the games were already starting, he didn't knew if you have any visas left, so he was very worried. but he didn't show it, though.

kuina didn't joined the games, since she still got visas with her. while chishiya was searching for you, he found kuina, leaning on a wall, raising a brow.

“ chishiya? wandering around? very out of character. you usually stay in your room, or in a game, in times like this. ” she stated. chishiya looked at her coldly, his hands remained in his pocket of his jacket,

“ i'm actually searching for [name], have you seen her around? ” he asked, kuina shrugged her shoulder in response,

“ oh i forgot, you were gonna confess, right? she probably participated in a game. ” she stated.

“ probably, ” he answered.

you participated in a game, coming back with bruises all over your arm, hoping you could hide it so the others wouldn't mind.

you entered your room, as you opened the door, you saw a chishiya sitting in your bed, waiting for you, perhaps.

“ what are you doing here? ” you asked,

he stood up, and went to you, his hands still in his pockets, looking at you nonchalantly.

“ you participated in a game, ” he says, you furrowed, of course you did, your visa was gonna end.

“ yeah? my visa was supposed to end tonight, so i...joined the game. ” you explained.

“ atleast you could've brought me with you. ” he says. you noticed, he's very weird today. chishiya's usually not like this.

you raised a brow, “ you're weird, what do you mean? ”

“ i said, you could've brought me with you, what if you got killed there? it's very dangerous joining a game all alone by yourself. ” his voice was stern, oh boy, he was mad. but why?

you let out a breathy chuckle, “ chishiya, i'm a grown up, i don't need others just to make sure i'll be safe whenever i wander around. i can take care of myself. i don't need other people's help, and i made it out alive- ”

he cuts you off, “ what if you didn't? what if you made the simpliest mistake? i know you know that making even a little mistake can put your life into danger. we're in the bordelands, [name]. not in the real world. ”

“ i know. i'm aware that we're in the borderlands. i get that making one simple mistake can put my life into danger, ” you paused.

“ but i'm very careful about my actions! i was always very careful about my actions. so you don't have to worry. ” you added.

“ careful with your actions? explain your bruises all over your arms, then. ” he stated.

you stayed silent for a minute, he was really getting in your nerves,

you sighed frustratedly, “ why do you want to know about me desperately? why are you acting so weird this days, chishiya? would you care to explain that? ”

“ answer my question. ” he said, while looking directly at your eye.

“ no. just, WHY ARE YOU ACTING SO WEIRDLY THESE DAYS? AND WHAT ARE YOU SAYING THAT I SHOULD'VE BROUGHT YOU WITH ME? I CAN HANDLE MYSELF!- ”

“ i told you, explain that bruises in your arm- ”

“ WHY DO YOU ACT AS IF YOU'RE MY PARENT? YOU'RE JUST A FRIEND OF MINE ANYWAYS, WE'RE JUST FRIENDS, RIGHT? SO WHY DO YOU WANT ME TO BRING YOU IN EVERY GAME I PLAY? CHISHIYA? ”

“ BECAUSE I LIKE YOU, OKAY? ”

he what...?

“ you what? chishiya? ” you asked, chishiya looked at you, coldly.

“ i said i like you. ” he answered bravely. you blinked a few times, hell you were even touching your bruises in your arm to confirm if this is some sort of dream.

“ stop touching your bruises, it's not a dream. ” says chishiya.

“ it's okay if you dont reciprocate- ” he was cutted off when you began to speak,

“ actually, i like you too, chishiya. ”

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a/n: hey hey heyyyyy my loves! been a minute but i'm super pumped (and scared) to be putting out this chapter, at first i really struggled in deciding which direction i wanted it to go, but am pretty content with how it turned out! this is also my first time ever writing smut so i am apologizing in advance for.. everything . also, i imagine joel smelling like tommy bahama maritime deep blue and 1 million cologne by paco rabanne, so that's referenced in here cuz honestly they're just soooo 🥵🤤 alright, enough outta me- love y'all, enjoy! <3

a/n update: y'all i'm so dumb i put this out like an hour ago and was wondering why it was so dead and then i saw i didn't put FUCKING. TAGS. bruv.

word count: 6.1k (woo baby!)

pairings: joel miller x f!reader

warnings & tags: minors dni, implied hangover, reflection of bad decisions on readers part, cursing, denial is a river in egypt, mutual pining, smut!!!, fingering, lil sweet talk n' pet names, p in v, the slowburn is slowly burning folks — please tell me if i missed anything!

It wouldn’t be wrong to say that you were feeling some resentment towards the younger Miller for the recent days, and he certainly wasn’t making it any better by deliberately scheduling you two together on your first day back on.

Your name was scribbled in shitty writing next to his instead of.. well, you know who. You puffed out a frustrated sigh, biting your lip as you closed your eyes to quell the irritation that was already simmering during the early hour.

It was like a series of blows, one right after the other.

When you opened your eyes after Joel kissed you the other night, he was gone without a word. And if you hadn’t heard the click of his door closing again, you’d almost believe that the entire encounter was a product of your alcohol-laden imagination.

But it was real.

It was real in the way that it’d been the last thing you remembered before flopping into bed and the first regret you thought of the morning after. Throughout the hours that followed, the room seemed to stretch into eternity, spinning around you as you lay there, caught in a daze induced by alcohol, or maybe Joel, or perhaps the potent combination of both.

Morning found you sprawled atop the bed covers in the same clothes from the night before with a headache pounding at your temples, making you claw for a pillow to shield your face from the harsh sunlight filtering through the blinds. Even long after Joel’s awakening and departure for his shift, you remained ensconced in bed. The stillness of the house had been interrupted by the resonating thuds of his footsteps on the creaky wooden floors as he executed his routine; shuffling in his room for a bit, then descending downstairs to clank around some glasses and dishes, and then the forceful closure of the front door, ushering in silence once more.

Hours passed before you eventually emerged from your room, trudging downstairs to scrounge up sustenance from whatever you could find. The meager offerings weren’t the two proper meals that the day should’ve already seen, but they sufficed as something.

To say you felt like trash was an understatement, it plagued your body and mind. Playing Samson against Joel had been a risky move, one that was initially successful but terribly backfired into a mess, your moral compass lost in the haze of it all. Despite you drunkenly flirting, kissing, and saying misleading things, sober you knew none of it held true. You wouldn’t actually give any man the chance, unless it was him. Nonetheless, your actions tarnished your conscience, for you knew it probably meant something to someone.

Joel had remained an enigma. He was the one you saw first, he started it. He had the chance to leave with that woman, yet he didn’t, even after her provoking comment that made it sound like he was interested in doing so. No, instead, he glared at you like an enemy. And then after all the pointless arguing, he fucking kissed you, and then left you.

So, yeah, the entirety of the day was spent feeling dirty and wallowing in the aftermath of your own destruction.

And today wasn’t going much better by any means. So far, at least.

Brisk in your steps, you walked to the stables and gathered up your gear for the day, dread wrapping its tendrils around every aspect of your impending shift. Leading your horse to the gate, you impatiently awaited the arrival of the rest of the patrol group. You occupied yourself by tending to your horse’s coat and securing every strap and cord visible, performing thorough inspections on your packs to ensure supplies and ample ammunition for all your weapons.

Little by little, people started to show up, which somehow only triggered you to be even more impatient. You threw glances that served enough as a greeting to those that turned up, finding it best to just keep to yourself. Your veneer of detachment wavered momentarily as Samson arrived and gave you a smile that felt more obligatory than genuine as it failed to reach his eyes, and you quickly averted your attention back to your horse, cheeks burning as snippets from the night looped through your mind at the most inconvenient moment.

You’d been resolutely keeping your eyes lowered, so much so that you failed to register Joel’s arrival alongside Tommy. Only when Tommy’s voice sliced through the small talk did you raise your head, finally paying attention.

“Alright now, y’all know the drill. Eyes up, be safe. Don’t take no unnecessary risks an’ watch each other’s backs.”

His raised a finger and flicked his wrist, prompting the guards to swing open the gate, “Let’s go.”

Swiftly mounting your horse, you joined the procession, observing as they paired up and set off. You had only seen the back of Joel’s figure as he rode off with his partner, holding your gaze on them for a beat longer before steering off to your assigned route, gently guiding the reins as the steed surged to catch up. While you were definitely still annoyed with Tommy, you still maintained a civil demeanor, offering him a subtle nod when he smiled at you.

The well-trodden path stretched before you, one you’d traversed countless times. Your horse seemed to intuitively know the way, leaving you to drift into a distant reverie. Your gaze roved into the distance, resting on nothing in particular– a void for your thoughts to nestle within as the ambient sounds consumed your consciousness. Words remained dormant; your lips scarcely parted, your eyes keen yet affixed to the intangible.

From the moment Tommy laid eyes on you, he sensed something was amiss. His glances shifted from fleeting to lingering as he realized your mind journeyed elsewhere while being right next to him. It was as if you operated on autopilot, a description that aptly captured how you looked and felt. Uncharacteristically unsure of how to connect, he found himself at a loss.

Either way, there was a consequence to this. Conversation was inevitable, the topic destined to surface sooner or later, and in all likelihood, it would culminate in you reproaching him for not minding his business.

“Sure is quiet out here today. Not even a single bird chirpin’.”

A mumbled agreement left your mouth in response. A couple of minutes drifted by before he ventured forth again.

“Y’know, the other night, I-”

Your attention snapped into focus, and you shot him a pointed look, “I don’t want to talk about the other night.”

“Well then you don’t have to talk, just listen, then.”

Annoyance prickled at your nerves. You motioned toward him, your hand landing flat on your thigh while the other clenched around the leather reins, nails digging into the material. You didn’t care for what he had to say, but you recognized your protests would only be a futile endeavor as he’d find a way to voice his thoughts regardless.

“Look, I’m sorry about Samson-”

“Oh yeah? The part where he was the secret set up or..?”

A hand raked through his hair at your interjection, knowing where your line of questioning was heading. “All of it, okay? I didn’t know that you and Joel-”

“There is no me and Joel!” Your words were intensely curt.

Tommy may have been drunk, but there was no denying what he saw in those unguarded moments when you believed the other wasn’t looking. More importantly, what he saw when you did see each other.

Even in his inebriated state, he sought to mend his error by removing Samson from the overall equation with some bullshit excuse, hoping that somehow, someway, a connection would’ve rekindled between you both. However, his brother had a different course in mind, storming home and grumbling under his breath, justifying his abrupt exit to himself with the lateness of the hour and his imminent work commitments the following morning.

Your horses maintained a steady pace, the silence between you pronounced.

“If you say so.” Your words barely had a chance to emerge before he seized the opening, raising a hand to signal he wasn’t done.

“Listen, I know you and Joel got a history– a long one at that– and while I ain’t privy to all the particulars, I’ve got enough sense to know there’s somethin’ goin’ on.”

You shook your head, “Tommy-”

“It ain’t no secret that my brother ain’t the feely type,” he interrupted with a soft chuckle, “hell, m’sure you know that already, but when it comes to you, he’s just..”

His voice trailed as he looked straight on, leaving you to hang on every last word as your heart hammered in your chest. He’s just what?

It was like Tommy had heard your thoughts when he met your gaze again.

“It’s you, or it’s nobody.”

The sentiment left his mouth with ease, like it was just that simple, and you struggled to believe him.

Your mind casted back to the other night– the unhurried, gentle yet unwavering contact you shared just outside his bedroom door. His soft lips pressed against yours in a moment that felt far too short. The slight prickle of his beard against your skin, his fingers nestled in all the right nooks and contours and calloused hands cradling your face with a blend of care and intimacy that only comes from years of knowing.

It’s you, or it’s nobody.

Shaking your head slightly, you dismissed the memory in favor of the present.

“It’s.. not like that.”

You knew your counter was implausible, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to continue arguing. And either he’d gotten out all he wanted to say, or he saw the profound effect his words had on you and decided it was enough, because he didn’t say anything else regarding it.

He cleared his throat in a manner that was clear he was changing the topic, “Once we get up here to the post, I gotta have you switch off with Eugene, alright?”

You arched a brow at him, “Why? Afraid to be my partner for a whole shift?”

“Oh, real funny.” He rolled his eyes before setting them on you again with a more serious undertone, “Maybe.”

A smile appeared on your face for the first time today, though it was small, and he immediately grinned, taking pride in the small victory.

“No– Eugene’s got a lead on that one group, needa’ talk to him about it.”

Fuck.

Your small smile dropped slightly, masking it as an acknowledging reaction. Those documents demanded your attention as soon as possible.

“Fair enough.” You conceded, a hint of your customary demeanor returning to your voice.

The rest of the time getting to Mountain View Lodge passed relatively quickly. The rest of your patrol with Tommy was marked by a lull in conversation, as if a point of equilibrium had been reached after your earlier confrontation. Tethering your horse to its usual discreet and out-of-view spot, you both entered the lodge.

The interior sprawled expansively, its focal point a series of broad windows along a wall– a perfect vantage point for overseeing the valley below, which saw its fair share of infected and raiders. But when it was quiet, it transformed into an ideal haven for relaxation outside of Jackson, its timeworn leather booths circled around fireplaces that proved a comforting companion during the harsh winter months.

Eugene’s greeting garnered a nod and smile from you, and once he and Tommy dove into their own conversation, you dismissed it as unimportant background noise. Directing your attention to the log book, you flipped through its pages and skimmed the entries; straightforward accounts of patrols, punctuated occasionally by Joel or Tommy’s scrawls, often laced with lighthearted banter or aimed at other patrol members, most frequently Mike.

Hooking your thumb under the straps of your pack and sauntering over to the window, you gazed out at the ever-captivating landscape. The prospect of watching over the area for the remainder of the shift didn’t sound too bad. No need to engage in conversation, no pressure to keep an eye on anyone but yourself, and one big ole’ place all to yourself.

“Hey Joel, Tommy’s here, I’m about to head out!”

You spun around to face the two men. Eugene looked in the direction which he called out to, while Tommy’s attention seemed magnetically drawn to the floor, a practiced evasion that didn’t go unnoticed by you. His tendency to omit information from you had become an increasingly noticeable pattern.

Your initially piercing gaze softened into something resembling discomfort as Joel rounded the corner, his eyes locking onto yours. His brisk stride slowed, his posture straightening, and his mouth gaped though no words came out. His eyes remained fixed on you, an unanticipated presence that caught him off guard as much as it did you. His gaze lingered a beat longer before tearing away to address the others in the room who were silently observing the wordless interaction between you both.

Tommy had, once again, displayed his shrewdness; his strategic move to involve a third party designed to preempt your opposition. His plan worked as intended, leaving you limited to a dismissive wave as he and Eugene left, a collective wish for safety in the air. Notably, you caught Tommy’s apologetic smile directed at Joel.

The moment they were out the door, you slung your bag into the open booth and sank down heavily beside it, your back turned to Joel. You paid no mind to his heavy footsteps as you picked through your bag to extract a rag and withdrew your pistol from its holster, rubbing the cloth along the barrel to rid it of dirt and grime and using your fingernails for precision. This would only take so long, and you had a long fucking shift to get through.

The hours passed and not a word was shared. You found yourself cleaning your guns and knife twice over, the repetitive task barely doing anything to take your mind off the only other person in the room. You hadn’t moved from the booth, and he remained rooted wherever he’d taken position, the exact location unknown since you didn’t even look at him. An ache burned into your neck and lower back, and you could feel the blood clotting in your legs from the prolonged sitting. Between the pain, humidity, and his presence, the room felt suffocating, and you needed to get out.

“I’m gonna go take a lap.” Your voice monotone as you stowed your gear into their rightful places, leaving your pack in the booth as you stood and strode towards the door.

“Ain’t much out there.” Joel’s gaze tracked your movements, though you sidestepped looking directly at him, gliding past his seated form.

“Should be a quick one, then.” You countered.

“You know the rules, no roaming– especially alone.” His voice bore a note of warning.

You brushed his caution aside, your steps carrying you closer to the door. “You can keep an eye on me from up here, it’ll be–”

A large hand enclosed around your arm, effectively halting your stride. Your narked expression mirrored his own as you pivoted to face him, his hold firmly asserting itself.

“M’not gonna repeat myself.” His drawl low.

“Then don’t.” You threw the attitude right back in his face, yanking your arm free from his grasp and spinning around to grab the door handle. It had barely opened an inch before he slammed it shut with his palm, gluing his hand to the spot and standing over you.

“Move, Joel.”

“There ain’t no need to go-”

“Oh, fuck off, would you? Gonna fucking trap me in here with you and not say anything to me the whole goddamn time?” Your agitation flared as you stalked off, scanning around for any other opening to leave from– contemplating even heading upstairs just to put the distance between you two.

“Tell me how you really feel, why don’t you?” He goaded as his hand slid down the door and took a few steps in your direction.

“Yeah, like last time? Cause that worked like a real fuckin’ treat.” You scoffed, incredulity lacing your tone. You expected him to shake his head or be dismissive, but he just looked at you intently.

“I-”

“You kissed me, and then left me out to dry!” Your anger evolved into a sardonic grin, his guilt evident as he lowered his eyes. “So, unless that was your way of breaking my heart, then..”

Your voice died on the last word, reiterating the plea you shouted from the other side of the door that night before it happened, your hands falling heavy on your thighs after their emphatic gestures. Where your train of thought was going, you weren’t quite sure, but a palpable ache stirred in your chest and seeped through your entire being as his silence loomed, fearing that you just hit the nail on its head.

Maybe if you walked quick enough, you could slip out the door.

In a split-second decision, you decided to take the chance, the handle just in your reach before his hand wrapped around your arm again.

“Leave me al-”

He caged your body against the door with his own, his hands planted on each side of your head as his large frame towered over you, ducking his head down to capture your lips with own.

When he pulled back, his brown eyes were wide and lust-blown in supplication. His chest heaved with unsteady breaths, a telltale sign that he was teetering on the edge of control and moments away from losing it all. Your eyes raked over every facet that rendered him complete; every wrinkle, scar, and freckle that covered his skin that were once observed from a distance, now before you in sharp focus and transformed into a mosaic of perfection. His plump lips bore a fervent shade of pink, an irresistible invitation to meld your mouth against his once more. An intoxicating scent enveloped your senses, a harmonious dance of notes and undertones of woods and herbs, woven together with astonishing finesse that unveiled a new layer with every passing second.

You closed the distance with desperation to feel him everywhere, kisses becoming more aggressive and invasive, tongues swiping over lips and against each other in begging for more permission. Your fingers tangled in his hair to bring his face impossibly closer to yours, noses pressing into cheeks, and his hands trailing down to your ass and giving you a firm squeeze. You moaned into his mouth when his hard-on brushed your thigh through both your jeans, rolling your hips into him.

Your action pulled a pleasurable groan from his throat, making him cup your thighs and hoist you up to move you elsewhere, your legs wrapping around him instinctively. He placed you both behind the bar and sat you on the counter, moving his mouth down your neck to suck spots and soothe them with his tongue. His hands splayed across your thighs, fingers mere centimeters away from your burning core that you needed him to touch.

His fingers dug into the hips of your jeans as you were pressed chest-to-chest, hands still lost in his hair. Your mouths were hot on another again, teeth clanking and saliva trailing wherever his mouth was on you, “Joel, I-”

Your short sentence was cut even shorter by his thumb brushing just above your sensitive spot, making your body shutter from the sudden contact, a reaction he became acutely aware of. A smirk spread on his face when he pressed his thumb against your jeans and you rocked forward immediately.

Gently, he dragged up and down along the seam, pressing kisses to your jaw up to your ear as you squirmed under his touch, teasing you with his voice, “Y’like that, huh?”

You moaned at every touch, all of it more than you could have ever expected. It’d been years since being even remotely physical with someone, and now you had Joel, the last person you ever imagined to be with, all over you. It felt like a dream, and you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

His fingers undid your jeans and he pulled them down enough to get access to where you both wanted him, swiping his thumb over the dampness of your panties and letting out a shaky breath at just how wet you were for him. He wrapped a strong arm around your waist and slid you closer as he leaned you backwards with hot kisses, sneakily diverting your attention while he pulled your panties to the side and sunk a finger into you, your sounds of pleasure muffled against his mouth and your hands gripping his shoulders.

You writhed until you were on the edge, pressing your body into him and his one arm stabilizing you while the other was between your legs, pumping one finger, then two. Shamelessly, you rocked into his hand, bucking your hips when his thumb rubbed circles against your clit and letting out soft gasps.

“That’s it, c’mon– use me, use my fingers,” he coaxed as he watched you ascend to seventh heaven with your eyes screwed shut and your mouth agape, “cum for me, darlin’.”

You rocked faster into his hand as he did a blissful combination of pumping, curling, and rubbing, feeling the fiery tightness in your stomach about to snap. You dug your fingers into his back as you clung around him, his arm holding you steady as he finger-fucked you. Burying your face in his neck, you were met with the warm and rich aromatic spices that flooded your sense of smell again, making your lungs and head feel lighter; rosemary and juniper mingling seamlessly with hints of musk and leather. He felt and watched as you came undone by his doing, your body constricting and your pussy tightening around his fingers, wishing he could see your face as you came. He muttered sweet praises as you rode out your high, but you were barely able to hear them from the white noise that exploded in your ears.

You whimpered at his fingers leaving you, opening your eyes just in time as he brought you down and faced you the other way. A lazy grin spread across your face as you heard the sound of his belt coming off, knowing what was next.

He pressed his pelvis against your backside, his warmth a heavenly feeling on your bare skin. His head brushed at your bundle of nerves as he guided himself along your folds, slicking himself with your heat, the contact making you putty in his hands.

“F-fuck,” the hot, soft skin of his cock on your pussy drove you up a wall, “n-need to see it– see you.”

He nuzzled his nose just behind your ear, “One of us s’gotta keep watch.”

Fuck if he thought that you would be the one watching, how could you possibly focus on anything else but him right now?

And as if anyone or anything would be around. But if they did, man did they have a sight to stumble upon.

He lined himself up and cupped the base of your neck, using it to hold you in place and as leverage to sink into you. You both let out mangled moans as he pushed in, his grip tightening on the back of your neck as he went deeper. Breathy gasps and muddled curses left your mouth as your pussy stretched to his girth, overstimulated by his sheer size and how fucking good he felt inside you.

“God– You’re so- agh-” he grunted, “so fuckin’ tight.”

He pressed himself into your back and buried his face into your shoulder as he bottomed out, his mind spinning from simply sheathing his cock into you. His hands fell to your hips, the pads of his fingers digging into the plushness of them. And once he started off in agonizingly slow thrusts, you soon recognized it as a sweet pleasure that you’d never felt before, the sensation incredibly gratifying and making your nerves pleasantly hyperesthetic. It made you weak in the knees, yet you pressed your ass against him to greedily beg for more.

He gradually picked up the pace, flesh smacking against flesh. You arched your back to give him better access, his body attuned to yours and adjusting accordingly. With every thrust, you jolted forward with airy breaths leaving you slackened jaw, feeling high off his touch, but you wanted more. Being that you were standing and he was behind you, it gave you barely any power to move how you wanted to, the pace and power solely in his hands.

“F-faster, Joel.” You managed to stammer out.

He purposely slowed down, craning his head to press lips against your ear, “What’s that, darlin?”

You whined at the stillness, trying to keep the motion going but miserably failing. His low chuckle made you want to cry, your whole body flushing in a frazzled hot sweat from the game he was trying to play.

“Use ‘em words, tell me what y’need.” He could get you to come from speaking to you like that, period. You whined even more when he teased his head in and out of your hole. “C’mon sweetheart–”

“You! Need you! Fa-” You cried out as he buried himself deep in you to the point his cock was vibrating from straining so hard, making you clench down on him and hearing a satisfied grunt from behind you.

“Good girl.”

He had you mewling as he drilled into you, fucking you into oblivion with his nasty acts. The sound of your skin wetly smacking had been the loudest in the room, followed by your blended grunts and gasps, his ragged breaths the most delicious sound you’d ever heard. Your heat was dripping down your thigh and pooling at the base of his cock, a divine sight that further fueled his sin. He snaked one hand down to your clit and rubbed fast circles, the tightness in your stomach rapidly coiling up again and forcing you to grip the edge of the counter.

“Such a good girl f’me.. to me.”

The sound of his praises and the squelching of fluids was quickly bringing you to your second high. You lacked the ability to turn over your shoulder to look at him, “Joel, I’m gonna-ah!– Gonna-”

Your mouth hung open as you threw your head back, his thrusts growing erratic and free hand hurrying up and under your bra to take your hardened nipple into his thumb and forefinger, pinching and rolling it between his fingers. In a matter of seconds, you were crumbling under his touch all over again by all the different and pleasurable sensations, your vision blurring and hot white ripping through your body. Your voice was lost in Joel’s, his pumps sloppy but still snapping hard into you.

“Fuck, darlin’, so fuckin’ pretty like this,” his head buried into your neck and shoulders, “got you– hah– got you all over my cock, givin’ you what he couldn’t.” Even through riding out your high a second time, your eyes widened at the subtle confession of jealousy. “Mine– always been–”

Quickly, he pulled out and spent himself away from you, leaning into your body and wrapping an arm around your waist as he shuddered through his orgasm with husky grunts. Your head hung as you braced yourself against the counter to act as a pillar for him, the adrenaline draining from your body as clarity took the place of it. He tucked himself away before retracting entirely from you to lean against the opposing counter, but not without pulling your panties and jeans up in a lazily swift motion first.

The room settled into a hushed stillness, interrupted by the labored breaths that punctuated the space as you both sought to regain your composure. You could feel your shirt sticking to your back, surely a trail of dappled sweat soaked through and down your spine that Joel could see as your back was still turned to him. The lack of light in the room indicated that nightfall was on your heels, meaning that it was past due the time you should’ve left to start back to Jackson, but you couldn’t find it in you to care about that right now.

Just two days ago, he kissed you and left without any kind of closure. And now, he’d just fucked you, twice.

With a gentle touch, he pivoted you around by your hip until you faced him, looking at each other with half-lidded eyes, yet it seemed that he had already bounced back quicker than you had. Even without proper lighting, the sheen of sweat visibly glistened on his forehead, tiny droplets matting down strands of hair around the frame of his face.

“Should get goin’.” He didn’t look at you as he delicately zipped up and buttoned your jeans, a task you were gathering the energy to accomplish on your own.

You nodded, silently acknowledging him, but more stunned by the act. Without further exchange, he retreated from you to grab his bag and headed outside.

Again, you were left alone with no kind of explanation of what the hell just happened, albeit in a much bigger, quieter, and darker space this time.

Your head was fucked. On and off. Hot and cold. Moments of potential followed by abrupt deflation.

What is happening?

Through the expanse of windows, the moon’s emergence over a distant peak caught your eye, a silent reminder of the advancing hour, urging you to gather your own things to get a move on.

You were definitely late now.

The walk home from the stables was quiet aside from the buzzing of insects. Walking in tandem, you barely looked in the other’s direction, though your thoughts were screaming about him. Every house you passed had their lights out and curtains drawn, a clear sign of the curfew set in place that you both were breaking right now, and how suspicious it’d look to anyone if they caught you. If you were lucky, Tommy would sweep it under the rug– maybe– but a greater concern lay in Maria finding out.

The glow of your own house’s lights struck you only upon crossing the threshold, a worried Ellie instantly appearing in the foyer– another person you forgot to consider answering to for your poor punctuality.

“Where have you guys been?”

You never thought you’d be on the receiving end of this situation, an unforseen shift that left you feeling unusually juvenile.

“We-uh..”

“..Had some stuff-”

“Had to go and-”

“Took care of it.”

Your faltering excuses had Ellie looking more confused than ever, her brows furrowing and scrunching in rapid succession as she attempted to parse both your disjointed words. It probably didn’t help that you were both disheveled and sticky with sweat while you muttered out words, though you could’ve played that off for the heat.

“Got caught up with some infected,” Joel looked over at you for the first time since the lodge, and you noticed the faintest blush gracing his cheeks, “threw us off on the way back, that’s all.”

You held your breath as Ellie continued to look at you funny even as you nodded to Joel’s lie. She was still skeptical, but ultimately let it go. “Well, I’m glad you guys made it back safe,” she eased her stance, “I was about to go knocking at Uncle Tommy’s.”

What a shitshow that would’ve been.

“Sorry to keep you waitin’, kiddo,” Joel crouched down, deftly undoing the laces of his boots and slipping them off, “why don’t you go get some rest now?”

“Read my mind.” A yawn accompanied her acknowledgement of the suggestion. She shifted her weight back on her heel, briefly looking you both up and down, “I’d give you guys a hug, but you seem kinda..”

“Goodnight, kiddo!”

“Go to bed already!”

Chuckles rippled through the room in the light moment, relief settling over you that your appearance was received how you were hoping it was. A small, contented smile remained on your lips even after she left, always having the ability to leave the room just a little bit brighter than before.

You reached down to grab your boots only to find them gone as if they vanished into thin air, then noticing how they swayed in Joel’s grasp as he placed them in the cubby-hole in the laundry room. You stared at him, the act registering more than just the simple one it was– no, there was something underneath it.

Because first it was your jeans and underwear, and now it was your shoes.

He paused at the foot of the stairs, staring down at the first step and then towards you. He looked.. exhausted.. to say the least. Like he was thinking about everything and nothing all at once. Silence wrapped around the room, a palpable avoidance of it, though so much needed to be said.

“Did you wanna..”

Your eyebrows slightly raised. Is he about to..?

“Take a shower before bed?”

Oh. Right. Because you share a bathroom, and he probably wants to take one.

“Uh- yeah,” you blinked out of thought, “probably be good to do.”

He pursed his lips and gave an awkward nod as you brushed past him, skipping every other step to grab clothes from your room and rushed to clean yourself so that you weren’t imposing too much on his sleep.

It would’ve taken you less time if you hadn’t had such a mess to clean up between your legs, making a mental note to maybe have something on you next time, if there even was a next time.

While you dried your hair, you bunched up your dirty clothes into the shirt you’d worn, having planned to drop it in your own laundry basket. But when you saw his sitting in the space behind the door, something compelled you to drop yours in. He probably wouldn’t have noticed once he threw his clothes on top of yours, and it all had to get cleaned anyway, right?

When you opened the door, a lamp had been turned on and Joel sat in the chair closest to his turntable, though no music played. How long he’d been sitting there, you didn’t know, but after all, it was his room.

You leaned against the doorway while running your thumb over the towel in your hands, “Hope I didn’t take too long.”

He shook his head, but it was infused with a genuine sincereness, like you could’ve been in there for an hour and he wouldn’t have minded.

Things felt.. different, now.

Your attention shifted to an album positioned atop his pile and a small white square in his hands, and if you squinted, you were almost certain that it was the one you were thinking of. You gently inquired about the item you were sure to have seen before, “What’s that?”

His eyes peered up at you, registering a hint of surprise, “Uh.. picture Ellie took ‘while ago.”

“You keep a lot in there?” Joel’s movements stilled as he slid the polaroid back into the album sleeve.

Shit, too much.

“No, just this one.” He answered with candor as he placed the sleeve with the rest, “Haven’t found the right frame for it, yet.”

Now, you knew that it was definitely Joel in the picture, because why else would he have kept it? You now also garnered two more pieces of information: It was taken by Ellie, and it had to have been taken in Jackson. It was likely that he had divulged more than he probably wanted or intended to, so you didn’t press any further.

“Well,” you steered the conversation away from the subject, “thanks for letting me get a shower in.”

He nodded with his gaze trained on the floor as he turned to rummage through his drawers for clothes, taking it as your cue to finally get out. With meek steps, you crossed the room, getting one foot out the door before he called your name softly, catching yourself on the frame to look back at him.

“Just.. wanted to say goodnight.”

He seemed to wrestle with his emotions, and though his eyes struggled meeting yours directly, the attempt to connect was clear. The tension that held your expression in what felt like all day finally softened, but a familiar ache rested deep within you.

You wanted.. sleep, for one, but also answers– or was it closure?

Who even fucking knew? Because you surely didn’t, and Joel probably didn’t either. And trying to figure it all out in the span of the current moment was pointless, especially while you were still lingering in his doorway.

Whatever was happening, it wasn’t easy, and it was far from being over.

“Goodnight, Joel.”

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller fic #tlou #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #annasmasterlist #annawrites

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marvelmymarvel · 1 year

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Guardian (Part 8)

Jiraiya x Sarutobi!Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Synopsis: Your brother gave you an assignment, "Go ask Sakumo Hatake if he needs help with his newborn." It was a simple task, but it snowballed into so much more.

Naruto Matserlist: Here

TW: Kidnapping, talks of murder (I'm not sure what else to put, so if I'm missing something, DM me!)

Tags: @twilightlover2007

The man watched your rising and falling chest with a cold glare. The rope was wound tightly around your wrists and arms, restricting you from moving. You were peacefully sleeping even though you had been knocked out with drugs, he would have killed you by now, but he was rather enjoying the power of holding Sakumo’s girl hostage. His foot tapping echoed along the walls; what did Sakumo see in you? It was honestly pathetic how easy it was to capture you, not only because of who you had been dating but because of who you were. He cocked his head down at you, trying to figure out what exactly Sakumo saw in you - You were pretty, he’ll give you that, but you had nothing else going for you. Maybe Sakumo wanted a civilian wife instead of some shinobi, a mistake really. You began to stir slightly, throat clearing as if trying to ease the ache.

His eyes widened, and he perked up at your movement, excitement filling his chest as he thought about his plans. There was something else that was exciting about you, something he kept forgetting, thanks to you being so pathetically weak. You were a Sarutobi. Not only that, but you were the third Hokage’s sister. You had a pretty hefty bounty on your head, and the reason for his brother's death was because of you. Years ago, he and his brother set out to try and assassinate you. The Third Hokage caught wind of their plans and assigned Sakumo a job to stop them before they could get near you.

Sakumo only partly succeeded in that assignment.

He stood from the chair, walking towards you slowly as he twirled the Kunai between his fingers. Not only was he going to get vengeance for his brother, but he would be rolling in money once he delivered your body to the man who hired him. “I failed once, but I won't fail now” his whisper floated through the room, causing you to stir more.

The very first thing you felt when you came to was the cold concrete pressing against your body; shortly following that was the sharp pain that bounced around your skull. You groaned, trying to stretch your body to get out of the uncomfortable position, but you didn't move.

You couldn’t move.

You lightly gasped as you took in the pressure around your wrists, and a million questions circled your brain as you tried your hardest to open your eyes, only to realize that they were already open; you were just blindfolded. Your memories started to come back, and you sucked your lip in between your teeth, fear starting to consume you from the inside out. Letting out a shaky exhale, you urged yourself to snap out of it. You had to get up. You had to find Kakashi and get out of here. Your hands turned at an uncomfortable angle, making you cry out as you tried to push yourself into a sitting position. It took a couple of tries, but finally, you had managed to make it onto your rear.

“My goodness, you are adorable.”

You inhaled sharply as a hand gripped your chin, and once again, you were kicking yourself for not noticing danger when it was right in front of you. His voice sounded familiar as if you had known him from somewhere. His thumb caressed your parted lip, tugging on it lightly as he got closer to you. “I can see now why Sakumo kept you around.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at that before realizing your shirt was yanked down, showcasing your cleavage for anyone to see. As if to confirm that he was staring at your chest, he dragged the Kunai down your chest, slightly scratching at the skin below. “Please don't” Your begging did nothing but fuel him on as he dug deeper, “I think I’ll do as I please. Don't forget who's in charge here.” The more he talked, the more your brain fought to place him; he wasn't new; he couldn't have been. If he was new, then why did he sound so familiar?

“Who are you?”

The Kunai stopped above your heart, and you could feel him staring at you. He let out a sigh before pulling away from you. “You don't recognize my voice, do you?” Your blood froze at that statement - he was someone you had met before. A finger curled under your blindfold before he lifted it, allowing you to see him and the place around you finally.

Your eyes softened as you took him in, “You?”

He smirked at your baffled expression before moving his hand to caress your cheek, “Me.”

Out of all the people you expected it to be, you didn't expect him of all people. Not many people knew who he was thanks to the mask he hid behind, but you knew him, knew him because he was the ANBU officer tasked with watching over you.

He had been for years now, ever since Sakumo-

Realization dawned on you then, and the man smiled brightly at you finally understanding how royally screwed you were. “You aren't a leaf shinobi, I’m assuming….” You didn't know why, but you were growing more and more annoyed with the situation at hand. You should be scared, shaking in your boots before the man that had been watching your every move for years now. But you couldn't feel anything other than anger. This wasn't your first assassination attempt; this would be your third. The ending was always the same, and you would come out with minimal bruises, and it was all thanks to the two ANBU officers tasked with watching you 24/7. The bounty hunters couldn't get far with you as your guards were hot on their tails. But it would seem that the man before you saw that and turned it into a weakness.

“Let me guess; you told my brother you could watch me alone?”

“BINGO! It was difficult at first, but it was easier after he asked Jiraiya to watch you as well.” He sounded eerily calm as he moved his fingers up and down your neck, smirking at how your pulse quickened at the action. Your eyes were glued to the wall behind him, trying not to give him any reactions, but that statement made your eyebrows twitch in confusion. “Jiraiya?” His fingers stopped, and he looked at you mischievously, “Yes, Jiraiya." your eyes flicked to his, and while they were devoid of any emotion, you were feeling a ton of different things. If Jiraiya had been tasked with watching over you, he would find you. As if sensing your realization, the officer clicked his tongue at you. "But don't worry, I distracted him so he won't be able to find us.”

Your face fell at that, eyes widening as you started to panic again. Instead of diving deeper into that conversation, you wanted to turn it back to him. "Why do this? You were always so kind to me after Sakumo's death. Bringing me treats and sitting with me some nights when I couldn't sleep." He smiled fondly at your words, and while the smile would have once brought comfort, it now brought fear. He was mocking you. He had always been mocking you.

"I had to play the part of a good little guard. If your brother knew you liked me over the others, he'd be more inclined to let me guard you alone. It was so easy. You were practically begging for a friend."

Your lip curled up into a snarl at his harsh words, and you fought back the tears starting to form in your eyes, "You will be killed, you know?" You were hoping to scare him into letting you go, but his smile turned sinister. "I'm fully aware. And to be honest, neither of us will be missed."

A gasp fell from your lips at that statement, but he grabbed the blindfold and pulled it back down. You began to plead with him and beg him to let Kakashi go if he had him. Your baby didn't need to be involved in this nonsense. Soon though, a piece of fabric was wrapped between your teeth, stopping you from talking further. "Oh, I'll let him go. Right after I kill you in front of him."

Your muffled screams and cries echoed in the room as he exited, leaving you all alone with your pain and sorrow.

#naruto imagine #naruto imagines #naruto x reader #jiraiya imagine #jiraiya x reader #jiraiya headcanon #jiraiya fanfiction #jiraiya #naruto fanfiction #naruto

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The Pains of Periods (and the reasons why your boyfriend helps make it better) (Sukuna x Reader)

Prompt: Fem!#4 ("Why are you crying baby? Your mood swings again? Or are your cramps hurting you?") with Ryomen Sukuna

Synopsis: Your period was never easy to get through. From fatigue, to cramps and mood swings, you just couldn't catch a break on your period. Luckily, you had your boyfriend to help you!

A/n: @joey-02 Thank you for waiting and for requesting! This is such a cute request ahhhhhh I hope I did it justice =") Thank you for your support and enjoy reading! (Also, this is a repost because the tags didn't work ="))

Warnings: (not a warning but) Sukuna has his own body but isn't in his true form, pet names (reader is called princess, baby, brat (affectionately), babygirl), overall just really fluffy honestly

Word count: 1.3k

From the J2LX'S 100 followers event ♡

"Hey brat, what d'ya wanna have for dinner huh?" Sukuna asked as he stepped into your shared bedroom. Seeing you wrapped up snuggly in the blanket, he smiled softly and made his way to you.

"Hey wakey wakey princess. Time to decide on dinner-" Sukuna said as he pats your back lightly, not expecting to see your eyes red, puffy and filled with tears, and your cheeks wet from the tears you've already shed when you turned around to face him.

"W-wait- baby are you ok? Was it something I said or did? I'm sorry, does it hurt? Did I…" He panicked and started asking an endless number of questions, until you said, "No 'Kuna it's just my period." He looked at you and just stood there, wondering if he should comfort you or give you some space.

You see, Sukuna never knew what to do whenever you were on your period. He wasn't that good with emotions on a normal basis, let alone when you're in pain, bleeding and having cramps. Yet, he always tries his best to make you feel better.

He made up his mind and stroked your hair gently. Making sure that his hands weren't too cold, he placed his hand on your tummy, rubbing it lightly as he asked, "Why are you crying baby? Your mood swings again? Or are your cramps hurting you? Which aspect of your period is causing my baby to cry?"

"A little bit of both…" you replied, feeling a little guilty when you saw just how panicked he was over your condition. After all, you could've handled it yourself. You didn't have to get your boyfriend worried over something you could have hidden from him.

But then again, Ryomen Sukuna wasn't the kind of boyfriend to leave his princess alone when she was in pain or needed help. He was bound to find out about your condition anyway, and take action to make you feel better. And that's exactly what he started doing. He immediately took out the basket of period supplies that he kept at the bedside table, took out one of the heating pads and pasted it on your shirt, slowly rubbing and pushing the heating pad down gently so that it'll stick better. He then kissed you all over your face, while hugging you to his chest.

"Better now?" You nodded. Of course you were better. You had your handsome boyfriend with you, who also helped make your mood swings and cramps better. What more could you ask for?

Sukuna asked you for permission before carrying you to the living room, bridal style, placing you on the couch gently. He drapes a blanket over you and then heads to the kitchen to get you your favourite hot drink. "Oh I'm making dinner tonight by the way. I think you need my food more than anything now huh," he says teasingly, a small smirk on his face when he returns to the living room with your drink.

You manage a smile, already feeling better from what Sukuna had done. But you couldn't help but cling onto his arm when he tries to leave to make dinner. "Stay," you mutter, your grip on him tightening. He turns and looks at you, wrapped up in yet another blanket with a heating pad stuck to your pajama shirt. You didn't seem to be in any pain, but Sukuna knew that you wanted his presence anyway.

He sat down on the couch next to you, before pulling you onto his lap and letting you snuggle into his chest. "Hey princess," Sukuna started, hands making their way to wrap around your body, "I know I'm not great with affection sometimes but is there anything else I can do? About your mood swings, maybe?"

You look up at him and cup his face with one of your hands, smiling at him. "You're here 'Kuna. So I'm fine. I'll always be fine as long as you're by my side," you confessed, watching as his lips turned upwards into a warm smile.

"Is that right? Then I wonder what you'll do if you never met me huh. Probably cry and throw something at the wall because your mood swings are too crazy?" your boyfriend teased, smirking at you when you punched his chest lightly in disagreement.

"For your information, you're part of the reason I have my mood swings too," you roll your eyes as you reply in the most matter-of-fact tone you could muster.

"Oh how so? Because I'm so handsome that you're oh so scared that some girls pin after me and I'll stop loving you? Hmm probably not, you always told me that you didn't fall for my looks to begin with."

"Ryomen Sukuna, I will tell you here and now that no one else would be with you because I'm the only one who can handle you. Don't even try to deny it, it's so true! Besides, like hell I'll care about some girls who don't even exist, it's not like anyone is actually pinning after my boyfriend."

"Yes, yes, apparently no one else wants this hot man. Then again, even if someone did, you're the only one for me right babygirl? My pretty and feisty little princess is so cute, yeah? So perfect for me."

Your cheeks flushed red, not expecting a conversation about your mood swings to get to the point of your boyfriend straight up complimenting, and lowkey flirting with you. He chuckles at your flustered state, before pressing kisses all over your face.

"I love my baby so much yeah," he says in between kisses, making you giggle.

"I love you too," you reply, pressing a kiss to his forehead just as he pulled away from kissing your face. The two of you stared at each other in utter adoration and love... Until your stomach grumbled.

Sukuna laughed and placed you back on the couch gently, heading to the kitchen to start preparing dinner. As you watched him scurry around the kitchen, looking for ingredients and utensils, you couldn't help but wonder: what would it have been like if you didn't meet your boyfriend?

Periods would've been a lot more painful and difficult to handle, and you surely would've been distressed more easily on a day to day basis. When you actually thought about it, your life wouldn't have been as happy and exciting as it was now. Sukuna has helped you find peace with yourself, and taught you so many things while also having fun with you. You knew that if not for him, you wouldn't have become the person you were today.

And as Sukuna walked to the living room, his hands holding a large bowl of your favourite dish, you were glad that you only had to wonder about life without Sukuna, and not actually live it. He might come off as scary and intimidating to most, but deep down he's a softy who wants the best for the people he loves.

He smiled at you warmly, setting the bowl on the table in front of you before switching on the TV and settling down next to you. He took a spoonful of the food, blew on it to cool it down, and then fed it to you like he always does when you're on your period. And at that moment, you couldn't help but realise just how lucky you were.

To have a loyal and caring boyfriend who would do just about anything for you, making sure that you were comfortable and happy. A boyfriend who would give in to your absurd request without questioning anything; a boyfriend who you knew was always there for you.

Yeah, periods were a pain, but your boyfriend certainly made all that pain go away. And you couldn't be more thankful for that.

Ahhh the idea of Sukuna taking care of his s/o when they're on their period makes me so soft 🥺 I didn't really like the ending part, but I tried my best to make it fit. Nonetheless, I hoped you enjoyed reading!

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