#and i don’t see that changing anytime soon rip

[louislyrics]

what happened now? 😔

just louis holding the door open for me to leave 😔

[screampied]

‘GHOSTIN' ?! ★

ᡴꪫ sum. it's midnight and you're bored. bored and horny. everyone knows ghosts aren't real, or are they? you end up summoning a ghost and he's not leaving anytime soon, in fact, he wants to give you a taste of your own medicine for disrupting his slumber. you get a taste, alright.

wc. 5.0k

warnings. fem! reader, ghost! toji, unprotected, switch toji, praise, dirty talk, oral (m! receiving), manhandling, spit, impact play, brēeding, biting, size kink, mentions of tummy bulge, nipple play.

an. don't summon ghosts unless their name is toji fushiguro idk

don’t summon ghosts they said—you’ll regret it in the end they said,

but who cares? not you. besides, it’s not like ghosts even exist. you’ve never been one to believe in paranormal activity anyway, although all of that starts to change on a specific night. this night, the clock just struck twelve and you’re bored out of your skull. it was an ordinary sunday night and it was just you and your dead quiet apartment walls. as you’re scrolling on your phone, glancing at your feed a certain link catches your eye. wanna summon a ghost? click here to find out how.

to keep it brief, your curiosity eventually gets the best of you. with a snort, very much not believing the lengthy follow up article that warns you of the possible dangers to come of the spirit, you go into your bathroom, following the steps before your lights flicker. at first nothing happens, oh, see you knew ghosts weren’t real. annoyed a bit that you wasted fifteen minutes of your time—you prepare to leave the restroom when you feel a cold hand on creep on your shoulder.

“tch. the nerve,” a rough voice murmurs behind you. you tense up, craning your neck to indeed see the ghost that was displayed on the picture. yet, he looks more human-like if anything. toji, the name that was said to be his. toji eyes you up and down before a scoff leaves from his reddened slick lips. “why’d you summon me..”

you’re taken aback immediately. with a staggering height of almost six feet, you meet the soulless eyes of a mere attractive spirit. “i— uh,” you sheepishly peer down at your feet, not in a million years thinking it’d actually work. “you’re a real ghost?”

“uh obviously,” he murmurs, mocking your expense. trodding his bare feet across your carpet floor as if he knows the layout, he scratches his chest. “eh, what a mess. you live here?”

ouch, so he was hot and rude. figures,

you take a moment to gawk at the ghost’s attire. nothing really too appealing—just a simple white t-shirt with sweats. it almost could be mistaken as an eerie nightgown if you squint. again, he looks more human than an actual spirit. it was just the paleness of his skin that gave away his non-human features. his clothes weren’t the only thing you were staring at though.

his bulge,

its hard to not notice it, especially with a size like toji’s. you spot the invading print poke through his sweats, the roundness of it, basking in all its dirty glory. you had to restrain yourself from making a fool of yourself — licking your lips and almost allowing your lewd, obscene thoughts to take over. you couldn’t help it though, it was quite literally all in your face. you’re so entrapped in your little phantasm that you don’t even feel the ghost flicking his chilly cold fingers against your forehead.

“girl are you even listening?” he rasps.

“h-huh?” you look up, snapping out of whatever trance had you on such a leash.

toji deadpans, a groan sliding past his lips before he eyes you up and down. his gaze alone makes you nervous. “don’t huh me, i saw what you were looking at,” and he peels up his shirt with a single hand, exposing his curled up washboard abs. god, even as a ghost he was so ripped. your eyes ogle down towards the sable-black boxers he wore, the hem of it peeking from over his pants before he hums, amused. “wanna feel?”

“can i…?” your voice trails off, and it’s so pathetic and soft. you could hardly recognize your own softened tone but you didn’t care.

“knock y’erself out.” he hoarsely shrugs, and you barely give him a chance to finish before your fingers twang against his skin.

immediately, you feel how cold his body was, a shivering temperature that ghosts against your digits as you feel against his body. jade pupils of his burn into you as he watches intently. the hardness of his abs — you feel everywhere, the texture of it was rock hard. his muscles, the way he carried himself, the flexing of his abs. it was all just so attractive. despite how the lower half of his body was freezing, you continued to let your fingers wander on every part of his abdomen.

“you’re cute,” he murmurs, and you don’t realize he’s been staring at you the entire time. toji had to admit, for a human, you were quite easy on the eyes. maybe even his type, if he was a human himself. “are ya always this handsy towards people you first meet or…?”

“not really,” you huff, and your hand trails deeper until it stops near a certain area.

his happy trail,

it was so pretty, jumbles of blackened curly hairs run down near the under part of his v-line. he’s so perfectly sculptured. it was easy to compare his ghostly anatomy to a mere greek god. so perfect, the more your fingers explore down his muscular frame, the colder your fingertips get. “wow, are you sure you’re not a human?”

“wanna find out?”

his words struck right into you like a knife strikes its enemy — you pause, leering up at him with glossy eyes and a slight head tilt. in a coy tone, you rub the back of your neck. “y- yes.”

“c’mere then, girl.”

inching towards him, the ghost then pulls you into a longing kiss. its passionate at first then shifts to sloppy. you moan, feeling him try to pry open your lips with his tongue to allow him access. you do, savoring his freshly minty taste and even his tongue was just as cold. toji tasted like hypothermia—chillingly cold, yet your lips stuck against his like ice. speaking of, his lips stuck against yours like velcro, like glue. your breathing continues to grow heavier by the second before he snakes a hand around your neck, giving it a delicate squeeze. already, you were weak for his touch. toji’s thumb skids against the middle opening of your throat, physically feeling the vibrated sensations pour out from your sweet little esophagus.

a gasp wretches from your throat once you feel the front of his knee go right between your legs. it’s sneaky, the friction you feel from that muscle alone earns a soft noise from you. you whine in his mouth as tongues dance and tangle together in harmony.

where there’s harmony, there’s sync,

he loved the way your tongue curls into his mouth, tasting and savoring his minty flavor. you only wanted more by each dreadfully long second that passes. wobbly arms of yours sling around his neck and the static from his rubbing knee only grows. “f-fuck.” you’d whimper between hot, sultry kisses. suddenly, the air felt thick and heavy. you’re panting, lungs already feeling like they were about to collapse as he gingerly starts to suck on your neck. while he does, you succinctly open your eyes to see him already staring at you. darkened raven eyes, long untrimmed bangs that almost shield his eerie pupils alone, his eyes told a thousand stories.

his eyes told a thousand stories and maybe you wanted to know more about this ghoulish visitor.

after a while, the steamy kiss ends up departing and you gasp for air. “knees, pretty. get down for me.”

with how compliant you were, it was almost amusing to see. you get down on your knees, being face first with his bulge yet again. you just wanted to run your tongue everywhere. so full and well rounded, you already started to feel the saliva trickle into your mouth. mouthwatering. toji’s eyes rove towards the pullover hoodie you wore. with an impish expression, he claws a hand over your head delicately. a free finger of his crooks near your chosen attire.

“this. take it off, wanna see more of your body.” he utters in a low tone.

“for a ghost, you’re pretty pervy.” you tease, hauling the piece of clothing over your head.

“girl please. says the mortal staring at my crotch,” and as your hoodie is suddenly removed, he takes a good peek at your bra. he simpers. “mhm,” he inhales for a second, taking in your frame for a few solid moments. toji’s eyes then glance towards your chest. “bra, take that off too.”

you unclasp the back strap of your bra with one hand and he grunts once he sees your breasts spring free. “fuck, y’er pretty. ‘m gonna ‘hafta take my time with you.”

and he does,

toji’s got you on all fours, cutely struggling to take him fully into your mouth. his ruby-colored tip greets you and you can’t help but skitter your tongue against the frenulum. he groans, raking a hand in your scalp. as he’s standing, he moves a few strands of hair away from your face. “yeah, open that jaw. get it wet, spit on it if you have to, doll.”

“mmf,” a muffled moan comes from you as your knees dig into the ground. his taste was flavorless and still you wanted to savor it. sweet like candy, toji’s scent alone clogs up your nostrils and his darkened pubic hair tickle against the rim of your nose. he’s just so big though, so fucking big . .

as you’re taking him down inch by inch, it’s hard to try not to gag as he continues to gradually shove himself into your throat. toji’s abs clench and tighten as he sees your jaw hang open, giving you a single thrust and you pull away to gasp. already, you’re starting to drool for him. with your mouth left open ajar, it had easy access to the saliva dribble down the sides of your lips and onto your chin.

“heh, ‘s too big for you? that’s my bad.” he purrs.

“shut up,” you grumble, your tongue licking alongside his dick. a throbbing vein of his that runs down his side pulses against your tongue and you hear him hiss. toji’s still got a hand combing into your hair, pulling your head up concisely just so he can see that pretty face one more time. “so f-fuckin’ big.”

“this is just y’er mouth, wait ‘till ya feel me from the inside.”

you roll your eyes at his cockiness, preparing to take him inside of your mouth again. your spit covered lips open up and he coos once he sees that you’re slobbering. you let a few amounts of your sheeny saliva pour onto his shaft, wetting it in the process. “play with y’er tits, use ‘em.”

you grab ahold of your plump mounds, brushing a thumb against your perked nipples before your head starts to bob. as he’s sinking his dick into your tight little throat, he groans.

toji could get used to the warmth of your mouth, your plush lips suffocating all around him — he was addicted, and so were you.

with your head resuming to jolt up and down, bobbing repeatedly from the decent pace, your tongue continues to flick against his leaky tip, relishing in the bitterly sweet pre-cum that resides against the very top. another muffled moan slips past your lips as you’re still playing with your breasts, feeling them bounce against each other in crude tandem.

“such a pretty mouth… ugh,” he tightens his grip against your hair, thrusting his hips into you a bit. you break your hands away from your tits to latch onto his thighs. immensely, your fingers dig into the cottony fabric of his sweatpants. toji starts to pant laboriously. heave after heave, you’ve got him sweating already. peeping down, his dick twitches at the sight of your spit dribbling down the corners of your pretty purses lips.

as it travels — it cascades like a waterfall, landing between the curvature of your chest. “mhm, jus’ like that. good girl. haah, ‘s good.”

as his hands rummage in your hair, it’s still maintaining its strengthening grip—you inhale through your nose as your head bounces in consistency. his fingers were still crispy cold, you’re feeling frosty all the way from the waist down.

not only were you feeling frosty though, you were throbbing..

it was no mistake. the sudden adds of multiplying throbs that pang against your pussy makes you start to whine as a hand of yours reaches between your thighs. your panties protect your slick arousal and a pout contorts against your lips as you’re still having your mouth stuffed full of ghostly cock.

“f-fuuuck, y’er fuckin’ nasty. play with y’erself while ya suck me off, do it.” he groans, it was as if he read right through your mind. toji’s breathing starts to pick up as he’s keeping strict eye contact with you. doe-eyed and all, your lashes suddenly shut close for a few seconds. toji meanly pistons his hips, and you moan as you drag your fingers against your sheathed pussy. peeling your laced panties to the side—you strum two digits against your slick entrance, starting to rut back and forth. toji snickers, ruffling the top of your head. “gonna fill this throat up with so much cum, you want that, sweets?”

abruptly, you pry your mouth away from his fattened dick before breathing in a gasp of fresh air. slyly, you hum, a hand wrapping around his hefty base. “don’t you mean with ectoplasm?”

“y’er mouth’s getting smart,” he sneers, grabbing ahold of your head before making you go back down.

toji started to get addicted to your frisky tongue. the way it’s so sloppy, slurping up every part of his fervor, he only wanted more.

he’s a ghost and well, it’s been a while..

as his dick perfectly tucks inside of your mouth, you take him even further. a clammy hand of yours starts to fondle with his balls and he groans. with his jaw tightening, he starts to feel his thigh pounce. “fuuuuck me,” he heaves lowly, knowing his finish was about to approach rather sooner than later. he was just so thick in your throat, tap-tapping away at your little uvula. toji stares at your pretty slobbering lips, your hands still crammed all up inside of your cunt before he presents a more thorough thrust into your mouth.

a familiar primal heat pools into the very depths of your tummy before you hear toji suck his teeth.

it’s a long, deep and sexy groan.

it bellows throughout the thin walls of your small apartment — his face turns sour and you start to feel a surprised guest get introduced on your tongue.

his cum tastes more sweet which was peculiar. usually it’s tastelessly bitter, bland and purely insipid.

but with him, it was sugary sweet. as he pours such volumes of satiny ropes into your mouth, your hands continue to cling onto his pants. it’s a lot, with the way the ghost’s cock erupts into your mouth it’s like a volcano. spitting out such gooey sums of seed. its warmth has you wanting more, as it fills the very inside of your mouth, your tongue swirls all around the savory uncanny mixture.

toji yokes your head back, taking his heavyset dick out of your mouth and you gawk at how red it was now. from the very top, a smile stretches against your lips knowing you did that. swollen, fat balls of his were all in your face, neglected and just desperate to be played with a bit more.

“shit,” he sighs, taking a moment to breathe. toji looks down at your dumb expression, more smug than anything. a hand of his cups underneath your chin before he bends down, pulling you into a deep kiss. again, you return the favor, glissading your tongue against his. it tickles and tangos together, enjoying each other’s wet company. he grunts, reveling in the sweetened taste of his own cum that’s just residing inside your mouth. no shame, no shame at all. the kiss was much sloppier this time—toji pulls away to lick near the corner of your lips, capturing a few remnants of his own seed that tries to stream down from your mouth and below toward your chin. breaking away, he grabs your neck softly, giving you an intimating stare. “you,” the ghost murmurs, his eyes flickering towards your bed. “i wanna break you.”

“you’ll have to pay for that you kn-”

“don’t make me drag you, human.”

you let off a soft playful ‘oof’ once you’re faintly tossed on your own bed. his strength was out of this world— quite literally though,

you look at toji and he inches himself closer towards you. as he leans in for another warm kiss, his body presses up against yours. he starts to grind against you, the friction leaves a wave of fuzz in your ears that never seems to go away. cold glacial lips squashing against your own as you flick your tongue against his, moaning for more. as he’s claiming your mouth in such a rough way, you start to paw at his pants. you feel a simper tug against his lips as he makes out with you, feeling the weight of the bed collapse and shriek a bit in ponderous discomfort.

“taste so good,” he grouses, withdrawing his lips to nip chaste kisses near your neck. you moan, feeling him prop between your thighs. he then licks all against the hidden crevices of your collarbone. “ever fucked a ghost before?”

“usually i’m more into humans,” you pant, and he gives you a subtle eye roll. if you knew a ghost such as toji would look this good — perhaps you’d summon him a long time ago on that stupid link.

“really, oh,” he plays along, prying your legs open a bit to take a quick peek at what he was about to destroy. with low hooded eyes, toji grunts as he sees your soaked pussy all open and on display for him. a padded thumb of his runs down your puffy slit and your legs twitch slightly as a greeting response. “mhm, such a pretty cunt. tell me though,” he huffs, enveloping all five digits around his cock to give it two single pumps. he prods his leaky cockhead against your entrance, watching you writhe underneath him. “before you summoned me, were ya playin’ with her?”

her as in between your legs, your pussy,

for some reason, toji addressing your cunt as her made you throb profusely. you felt it. an annoying ring screams through your ears as you slump back against your bed, your ankles making an attempt to lock around him. “n- no.”

“y- yea,” he mimicks your little stutter. your mouth drops as you feel yourself starting to gape open for him the moment he starts delve his dick into your pussy. he was so big, you feel the curve of the head and it’s just voluntarily crooking inside of you. toji gives you a side eye with misty peripherals, watching as you make an attempt to hide your face within the crack of your elbow. “nah, girl. don’t hide that pretty face from me. i wanna see you while i stretch you out.”

you moan, feeling his frigid fingers peel your arm away and he’s got a full face view of you.

already, your toes started to center with feelings of pure numbness. his thick cock splits inside of you so good that it’s already got you whimpering out elongated syllables. your voice was a euphony, “oh my g-goddd,” you whimper out, grabbing ahold of his shoulders. toji falls into your chest, still easing his way into your accepting walls. it’s relatively hot inside, smoldering gummy walls of yours entrap him, holding him hostage. he sibilates out a single hiss as you’re still trying to adjust to his massive size. his sack hangs from the base down and you let off a lusty giggle, already cockdrunk. “s-so the rumor’s true that ghosts have big dicks, f-fuck you’re gonna split me open.”

“heh, oh? that’s a fact, not a rumor,” he playfully flicks your forehead. a hand of his then clasps around your thigh. he spreads it apart, sinking into you further. he’s so deep, halfway in that your stomach’s already seizing. it was his tip that made you feel everything at once. the girth he has, he makes sure you feel every inch, every part. toji’s filling every area of your orifice with his spectral shaft. “ugh, clampin’ around me so good,” and he presses a palm against your tummy. “feel me here, yeah?”

and you do, as his hand gingerly brushes against the outer skirts of your stomach, your lips part into an ‘o’ shape of surprise. “y- yesss, fuck. ‘s deep, toji.”

“fuck,” he groans, and you let off a cute astounded, ‘oh’ once you feel him fully plug you all the way in. it’s a popping noise that you’ll never forget. heavy balls of his creates a single thrust and you jolt all the way back. clawing at the backsides of his skin, you whimper out a sweet melodic hum. “pussy’s gonna get me addicted, girl.”

your legs lock and ensnare around toji’s slim waist as he starts up a pace—he’s slow and steady at first. slow and steady wins the race, but with a dick as big as his, you’re already losing. not so much physically, at least not yet.

just a few fathomless thrusts from the ghost and you were whipped, starving for more. hungry even.

perhaps if this was some sort of dream, you didn’t wanna wake up. it all felt to real to just be your imagination anyway,

his hits against you were just so good that it was brutal. toji’s got you laid against your back so he can stare right into your eyes. he’s panting, gawking openly as he feels you bare down on him. your dense walls squeeze around him before he’s starting up a more salacious tempo. you could barely even keep up. you whine, craning your neck to the left a bit — to the right, then to the left for the umpteenth time. your legs were already shuddering, your cunt feels so stuffed of his shaft that you’re already flumped against the mattress. not even before long, it’s stares to bounce and judder from the clumps of weight on top of it. you dig your teeth into toji’s shoulder, whimpering at how he repeatedly thwacks his tip against that forbidden g-spot. “t- toji, tojiiii,” you hiccup, cross eyed and doe-eyed.

he could listen to your voice all day, a tune he could forever hum.

for the nth time within seven seconds, your pussy squelches from the parching sensations of pleasure. you’re so wet, sopping so much that you put faucets to shame. toji feels your slick trying to snail its way all the way down to his base. “that’s it, mhm. fuck against me, girl. c’mon, yeah,” he shushes up against your ear, licking against your lobe. you shiver, his voice all deep with a slight hint of rasp in it. a raw moan grabs itself from the back of your throat and you feel a hand of his snakes its way towards your jouncing tits. toji groans—leaning in to suck against your neglected nipples, feverish breath ghosting against your sweet skin before you whine. “god, you taste so mmf, good.”

as he’s still jerking his sharp hips into you at full might, his tongue swirls around your pretty nubs, savoring it. another ear splitting ‘pop’ leaves his lips each time he breaks away from your mounds. “could eat you up.”

“f- fuck, ‘s good, toji. harder p-pleaseee,” you mewl out, his weight that hovers over you sends you shivers all throughout your spine and body. strained deep inhales escape from your heavy lungs as you feel his calloused fingertips dance against your skin. a big hand of toji’s caresses alongside the curvilinear juncture of your body, your pretty physique—taking in your humanly beauty. oh, a sight for sore eyes.

toji was almost positive he was addicted to you, he’s fucking you so deep that he makes it so easy for you to jerk away from from your attentions. he even has a scent to him. despite his phantom being, his aurora alone was just enticing. its strong. the musk infiltrates the insides of your flared up nostrils and you whine again. your whine was more of a choke, clinging onto his back, scraping your nails down his tense back muscles.

“f-fuck, squeezin’ around me so good, baby,” he groans, leafy eyes staring into yours the entire time. toji leans in to nip kisses everywhere on your face, near your neck, and right back to your chest again. your body, he could get used to this,

to you.

maybe humans weren’t all that bad,

toji’s hips were rude, the perfect way to describe it. it really knew no bounds, he knew no bounds.

your glossy eyes glance up at him and he’s got nothing but a sly smirk plastered on his face. you study his features as he’s plowing you deeply into your own bed—the bed creeks and creeks that it sounds like it’s hanging onto his final hinges.

as you’re gazing into his features, the first thing you notice was that scar.

he’s got a slanting, slashing scar that runs down near the right side of his mouth. surprisingly, it makes him ten times more attractive than he already was. as you’re trapped in your own thoughts again, he moves his face closer to you to kiss an alluring slope down the side of your neck. just a few minutes with you and he was already memorizing each particular spot of yours.

an adorable lewd expression marinated against your features as your pussy continues to slosh and squeak against his thickened cock. he’s so big inside of you, your tummy ends up extending a bit from his angles he’s hitting. toji never misses a spot though, he’s a precise man, a precise ghost,

you’re left stupid with your tongue visibly lolling out. he can’t help but chuckle.

“look at that tongue, mhm,” and he takes the opportunity to suck against the limp muscle. you whine, hugging his beefy body tightly as you suddenly feel agitated with the pure feeling of your arousal. pretty soon, you were getting close.

he was too—he could feel it, warm bodies against each other, he was gonna lose it.

toji’s mouth goes against your neck, exposing his pearly whites and he bares a single fang. he buries it into the crook of your neck again, adam’s apple bobbing out from each guttural moan that detaches from him.

“f-fuck fuck,” you sob out, your ankles securely locking around his hips as he’s making more haste. you let off a tiny whine, his teeth gently nibbling against your flavorsome flesh. you tasted so sweet, he craved you. crimson lips of his twitch before he pulls you into another kiss. this time, it’s more passionate. as his tongue explores the very depths of your mouth, his tempo was now relentless. flimsy arms of yours continue to flop due to your weak grip against his wide shoulders before he gently bites your bottom lip. “inside,” you huff, licking the edge of his scar. a faint purr comes from toji once you do that and it’s a bit cute. “wanna feel you from the inside.”

“careful,” he groans into your neck, pressing a palm onto your tummy again. “you might get possessed after this.”

you pause, giving him a furrowed eyebrow look and he only sneers at you.

“joking, ghost cum ‘s harmless, baby. i think..”

he was nothing but a mere tease, you roll your eyes before you babble over and over in his ear for him to shoot inside of you. with ease, he’s emitting out all kinds of moans from you. you’re so loud, he’s got sensitive ears so it makes his ears twitch. your voice though, he’s so drawn in to hearing every little whine that departures from the backs of your precious throat.

welts of pleasure surge through your body as your chest recoils against his. gnawing down on your lip, you spasm once it finally approaches.

it’s a wave, pouring into you all at once. the crash was unexpected. expect the unexpected, they say.

your legs felt zealously numb, your eyes dramatically roll back as your high finally comes. it’s so much, you could still feel your cunt gaping. a whiney grunt cuts out of your throat before a squeal shortly follows. waves and waves of pleasure make way for you, pupils twinkling with stars, you were experiencing pure ecstasy.

shortly afterward, toji’s comes and when he cums, it’s a lot. he spurts into you in volumes, it dumps into you so good that you’re left twitching. suddenly, you grow quiet from the way his palm swats over your mouth. “listen to it with me. saved so much for you.”

and his words were slow, his breaths were slow, everything was ploddingly slow.

you don’t think you’ve ever felt more full in your life, your cunt constricts one more time around his length before you let off a dry whimper. “mmm,” you inhale a candied breath, he’s still buried balls deep. his hilt thrashes against your sodden entrance gently before he pulls out, staring at the mess. such goopy amounts of cum pour out of your slit, he brings two fingers to peel back against your sloppy folds. you’re covering him with your slick, viridescent eyes of his peer down to see the head of his cock still oozing out with gluey white masses of seed. “toji..”

“atta girl,” he whispers, hearing the little falter in your voice.

so cute,

he’s filled you up to the brim and that was only just the beginning. “i know. i kn—” and he pauses, being cut off as he feels you bedaub his sensitive tip against your greedy cunt. you move it against your opening slit, watching as it tries to swallow it hole before you pull it back outs you’re still oozing and his eyes flicker to white for a second. “fuuuck, ‘m still sensitive girl.” and he’s the one to let off a whine this time. toji’s weight still hangs against you before you drag him into a kiss while hearing his deprived whimpers feed into your mouth. jet black strands of his tickle against your forehead as he grinds his hips against you, already weak for you. the epitome of pussy drunk. whatever spell you had, he wanted to know what it was. perhaps your pussy was a curse he wasn’t aware of.

your taste was just too tasteful. with the way you linger on his tongue like a treat, he only wanted more. toji pulls away after a while, shaft still halfway into you—idle, not moving a single inch. he’s buried but remains still. a shimmery concoction of spit leaves each lips and toji pants as your lips stray away from his. toji’s lungs feel like they were on fire, each breath he takes feels like it’s being snatched away.

“you,” he exhales, a thumb curling underneath your chin. with a needy look, the ghost’s confidence throws itself out the window and his bottom lip quavers a bit. he pants, making you switch positions and he pats his lap, pouting. “you, on top of me. i- i want more of you. please.”

[arabaka]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ fushiguro toji x fem!reader. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! toxic relationship. power imbalance. dubcon (changes your mind abt cumming inside last minute). petnames pretty, princess, and my girl used. toji calls himself daddy once. unprotected sex. WORD COUNT: 1.7K

Toji comes home late but he does this more often than not. You used to wait up for him but now you know better. You think, one of these days you’ll cut ties with the leech but you haven’t kicked all feelings for the man to the curb just yet. Maybe once you do that, you can do the same for his sorry ass.

Toji knows you feel this way. He just doesn’t care enough to do anything about it. He figures things will keep blowing over so long as he has you under his thumb and if worse comes to worst, a little companionship is nothing some money can’t solve.

His footsteps rouse you from your slumber and you stretch like a cat waking up from a daydream, only to curl back up even though you know you won’t be going back to sleep anytime soon. Not when Toji comes home.

He isn’t light on his feet, boots clattering on the ground when he’s tossed them aside. He walks into your bedroom knowing you’re awake, despite shrouding yourself in shadows and blankets. He knows your routine (our routine he’s purred in your ears before) and figures you won’t mind if he rips the bedsheets right off of you and starts his own nighttime ritual.

“Toji…” Your grumbles laced with sleep and annoyance, you bop him with a pillow. “Jus’ go to bed.” You blindly try to reach for your blankets only to gasp in surprise when Toji’s big, big hand grips your wrist and pins it to the mattress. “At least say hello.” You grunt, nose pressed to your pillow.

He snickers and you don’t have to see it to know he has that stupid smirk donned on. 

“Don’t be cranky, princess. Besides…” His free hand wrinkles the bottom hemline of your sleep shirt, ripping it up to your collarbone and whistling at the sight: no panties and no bra just how he likes it, “You were waitin’ for me.” 

He’s not wrong.

Because as much as you loathe the man, he’s still an addiction you haven’t weaned yourself off of yet. 

You’re quiet. You’re still. You’re his.

“Turn the light on, pretty. Need to see your face when I cum inside that pussy. Still all for me?” 

Oh. It’s all so clear now. Why you keep letting him back in, why you let his hands defile you, why you let him sweet talk you over and over again…

Because he’s fucking good at it.

The moment you turn the light on, it’s over. There is no protesting. There are no spat words or deliberate curses. He makes sure of that, climbing over your body in an instant and you make ample space for him by spreading your legs in silent acceptance. You let him kiss you, let his tongue invade your mouth while his gruff hands toy with your breasts. He’s rough, more so than usual– bad night, you guess. But you love it, you tell him as much when you whine, moans starting in your mouth and ending in his. He takes it all, takes every lick of affection you can give him because if Toji is anything, it’s greedy.

His hands travel south, hooking onto your hips and dragging you close. In a single movement, your bare cunt is flush against his clothed pelvis and you whimper at the sharp, sudden friction and the unfairness of it all. “In a bit,” He grumbles over your spit-glossed lips, as if he can read your mind, “Wanna taste those gorgeous tits of yours first.” 

His back curves somewhat awkwardly, he’s much too big for this, much too big for you, but he latches onto your nipple, licking and nipping as he pleases while the other hand busies itself with pinching and tugging. You like it. You almost wish you didn’t. Your toes curl and you buck, whining over how it’s bunched up fabric running through your glistening folds instead of his naked cock. “Toji– please,” You choke, hands lost in his hair and pulling just as hard, “At least let me feel.”

His lips leave your pebbled nipple with a pop and a laugh, “Feel what? Thought you wanted to sleep.” He’s back at it though, swirling his tongue around your other perky bud with plenty of saliva and spit to leave your skin glittering. “Change your mind all of a sudden?” 

You know he’s teasing you, wants to get a rise out of you because Toji just loves a brat to tame. 

So you give him what he wants, hands desperately clamoring for his waist only to land shy of touching his body because of the position you’re in. He snorts, hot air billowing over your breast and the contrast from the exhale to spit makes your spine arch. “You can do better than that.” He’s vile when he speaks, now in the mood to irritate you to hell and back just so he can pound the brat out of you. He continues his ministrations on your tits, though one hand decides to travel south and cup your mound. You drench his fingers in no time at all, your hole all but ready for him as he plunges not one, but two fingers right off the bat inside you. Pumping until you cry:

“P-Please – haah – just fuck me already.”

He gives your nipple one last tug, right between his teeth to feel you strain and cry for him and when you do, he smiles right over your sensitive little button. “Alright.” You think he’ll make a move just then but instead, your cheeks are squished, caged by his dirtied thumb and other four fingers so your lips plump up into a pitiful pout. “Then you’re gonna ask nicely.” You smell yourself in his fingers.

Your eyes meet his and they are pitch black. It makes your lungs still, your eyes red hot with tears, but your cunt wet. “P-Please, please, please,” You manage with your cheeks already growing sore from his grip, “P-Please fuck me, Toji– ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry!” 

“That’s my girl. Now get on your stomach for Daddy.”

You do as you’re told, a little too fast for your own liking; it shows your desperation, a card you try to hold close to your chest but Toji can always call your bluff. You’re starting to think you’re not good at all at pretending.

You hear him start to disrobe, know he’s back when the expanse of his hands are spreading the globes of your ass. He’s caging you in with his knees docked outside of yours, sees your cunt all wet and shiny and that’s enough for him. He can admire your– no, his pussy another time. 

“Lift your hips.” He instructs and when you do, you’re teased by the fat head of his cock at your entrance, making your heart race and your stomach flip. He leans in and the stretch– it’s always there at first, searing and tingling, no matter how many times he’s plunged himself inside you down to the base. You squeal face first into your pillow, shoulders tensing as you feel his overwhelming girth prod and poke.

And then… He’s in.

“Fuck, princess– feel so good.” A baritone groan comes rumbling from his throat.

And you feel so full, up to your chest and you can’t breathe. You shudder under his weight, under his own groaning as your tight walls hug his aching member. He lowers himself further and knowing that you’re only going to squirm more, nips that shit right in the bud by grabbing at the fullness of your ass and mounting you with little care about how you feel about it. 

All you can do is follow along, you aren’t given much of a choice and there’s no moving for you, not in this position and not with the way he’s holding you. He’s physically using you as leverage, digging nails into your bottom as he humps into you so hard and so fast, his fat and full balls are smacking into you and filling the room with loud pap-pap-paps. 

Your hands mimic his, only you’re gripping fistfuls of your cast aside comforter as Toji mercilessly rocks you into your own bed. The bedframe thuds against the wall and your neighbors are certain to complain but that’s okay. Toji’s not going to be around for that.

He’s slamming into you, you can feel the ridge of his cock inside you grinding along the mattress as you take, take, take all that he’s giving you. You let your senses dull, allowing yourself to only feel the pain, the pleasure of Toji’s fat cock mercilessly fucking you and your cunt to submission.

“S-Shit, squeezin’ me so much I might just cum inside.” He taunts and you whine, your pleads for him not to disappearing into your pillowcase but make no mistake. He hears you.

He just doesn’t care enough to do anything about it.

The force of his full length inside you makes your head dizzy and your vision blurry. His cock throbs inside you, against your walls and when the tip hits you just right, you mewl and cry for him, “Okay, okay, y-yes– cum inside, cum inside please, Toji!”

Just like he wanted.

“Alright, but remember,” His mouth is at your ear now, teeth coming out to play when he bites at your earlobe before murmuring, “You asked for it.”

You nod into the pillow, babbling for Toji until you’re drooling, aching for a kiss that will never come because Toji loses himself inside you just then, pounding into you so hard and fast just to see the plump of your ass ripple and clap for him. His cock fully sheathed in your heat, it’s easy for him to spill every drop of cum inside you– allllll the way to your cervix. 

He continues to thrust, as if to make sure every dribble of his load sticks, until he’s soft. Until he’s done.

He leaves you and you stop paying attention to his footsteps because when you get up from the bed, all you can fixate on are the wet patches left all over your linens. Splotches of tears left on your pillowcase. Blobs of cum already leaving a cloudy stain on your sheets. 

“Hey,” Toji calls from the doorway, wrangling you away from any decisions that would have come from the post-coitus clarity, “Let’s get you cleaned up.” 

You know this is what he does. You know he’s not going to change.

But you take his hand anyway.

[mxstly-melancholy]

can i request a william afton x reader where they watch a porno together, and then like try to re-create it??? (if that makes any sense)

Idk why that popped into my head lol i just thought it would happen on a night in with afton :)

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I changed this up a little bit 🌌 anon! I hope you don’t mind <3

William Afton X Afab Reader

Warnings: Porn, Thigh riding, breeding, lots of pet names, sub/dom undertones if you look hard enough.

(this is horrendous I’m sorry I wrote it at 6 am with no sleep)

You laid in bed bored out of your mind. William wasn’t going to be home anytime soon, you thought, so you decided to pull up some porn videos on your phone. You couldn’t help but do that every time you were home alone and bored. It was a good way to get your mind off the burdens of life.

You click on a video, it shows an older guy wearing a suit (how ironic) and a younger woman. He guides her to straddle his thigh, letting her ride it. He comments about how naughty and what a whore she is.

You felt tingles through your body, wishing so badly William would let you do this. The video kept playing and your panties got wetter and wetter as the time passed. This man has made her cum all over his thigh multiple times before pounding her, such a lucky woman.

Your thighs were pressed together as you sat in bed, you felt pretty dumb making yourself all hot and bothered because William shouldn’t be home for another hour.

That is what you thought, because as the girl in the video was cumming loudly, the bedroom door opened. You practically throw your phone across the bed, trying desperately to mute it.

“I’m home early, dear… I see you’ve kept yourself occupied.” William laughed at your embarrassed face, putting his tie down on the dresser.

After you successfully locked your phone you hid your face in your hands.

“Welcome home..” you mumble into your hands.

William giggles at you and sits down next to you on the bed, loosening his belt.

“What was it that had you so entranced that you didn’t hear me come home?” He asked.

You sigh, “I don’t think you’d find it that interesting. It’s just boring… vanilla.. stuff.” You kind of lie.

William turns to you, “Well, show me.” He holds his hand out waiting for you to hand your phone over.

You shook with nervousness, but complied.

William unlocked your phone and put the video on, skipping through parts here and there. You could see his erection grow in his pants by the minute.

After a few minutes that seemed to last forever, he hands your phone back and looks at you with a mischievous smile.

You put your phone on the nightstand and as you turned around he was in your face, kissing you passionately. Shocked, but not complaining, you lean into him.

“Well, come on then.” He pats his thigh.

Your eyes widen with excitement, and quickly jump onto him. His hands came to your hips and started moving you immediately. You felt bad neglecting his obvious twitching cock in his pants, but before you could make out a word, your mouth fell open with a soft moan.

“That’s perfect… This is what I love to come home to. My perfect little slut just waiting to be used and ruined.” He whispers out. His words make your hips twitch and your pussy throb. Your panties were completely soaked and all you wanted to do was rip off your pajama shorts.

“So good for me.. my perfect girl.” He moves your hips faster against him, loud moans escaping your lips.

“Will..” you breathe out, holding onto his shirt collar tightly.

“Yes, darling?”

“Please… I’m… so close.”

And just like that, you were shoved off for a quick moment while he unzipped his pants, looking at the obvious wet stain you had left on his thigh. Before you could even protest against being removed from his thigh you were dragged onto him and he forced your shorts and panties to the side, sliding into you quickly. You yelp, and claw at him. “F-fuck!”

His feet were grounded into the bed and his knees bent, he began to ruthlessly pound into your dripping pussy.

The moans that escaped you both were loud, long and echoed throughout the bedroom.

“W-William! Oh fuck-“

“So fuckin’ pretty for me doll- Mhhf!”

You couldn’t help it, your orgasm took over you like fire spreading, you shook and cried on him as he continued to use your hole.

“Already? Come on baby keep up!” William teases you, watching your twisted expressions as you become overstimulated. One of his hands comes up and grabs your neck gently, making you look at him.

“Is this what you wanted, hm?” He asks.

You could barely get yourself to make out words, you nod and tears fall.

“My beautiful girl… I’m gonna cum so deep in you, you want that hm?” He rambles on as his thrusts get sloppy, his orgasm nearing.

You basically go limp on him, just holding yourself up enoguh so he could continue to fuck you.

“G-god- damn-“ he grunts out as he pushes as deep as he can, cumming deep inside of you. You can feel his hot cum pouring inside of you and it causes you to shiver and moan with him.

You both fall breathlessly, holding onto each other. William giggles, “God, I needed that.”

[kithtaehyung]

busted (3tan) (teaser) | myg

teaser: busted (m) (3tan10)  pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) , jungkook x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongi’s interlude | forfeit | flutter | video call rating/genre: m (18+) ; [redacted] ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: [redacted lol just trust me] note: alright, listen.. the chapter is coming along but plans and life got in the way so i wasn’t able to get it done before tour. however, i do have a lot of it written/halfway done, so i feel comfortable enough to offer y’all a teaser and will finish it out once i’m done with this trip. i do hope y’all understand, 3tan is coming back v v soon ! :’))  note 2: as for the rest of this chapter.. fuck lol warnings: none for teaser, final list to be named on drop day! est. drop date: late may - early june 2023 teaser wc: 1.8k est. total wc: 15-18k

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Here goes nothing and everything.

It was fifteen years ago when you first met Jungkook. When the sidewalks in your neighborhood were fewer and the occupancy in your house was higher. 

A tiny boy, he was immediately ready to stay by your side, despite the limited amount of time he got to hang around before his parents corralled his energy back inside their car. 

Later on, he would tell you that had something to do with them not wanting him influenced by your brother and his group. But you didn’t know that at the time. 

Ever since the two of you met, you became the best of friends. And as you grew older, it was only natural that feelings bloomed with everything else. 

In the midst of an ever changing garden, you found something that never wavered, vibrant in color and immovable at its root. 

Which was strange. You’d never compared people to flora before him. 

But, because of Jungkook, you couldn’t help but see everyone as such—lilies, buttercups, the ones that trap to survive. 

And he was the prettiest, strongest flower of them all.

There was rain. There were storms. But with them came hope, and a pair of cheap rings that the two of you bought nestled nicely in boxes, waiting to be unearthed when you were ready.

However. 

What also came was a lesson. One that you would learn again when two of every seat remained unused in your household. 

A lesson that people are more like seasons than flowers.

They change with or without you. 

And they pass by.

“We can go somewhere quieter if you want,” Jungkook offers. And you know he’s going to suggest your room before he even utters the words.

But of course he adds a small, “If I’m allowed in there anymore.”

When he laughs, your smile is as slow as your head shake, a few memories of old tasting bittersweet on your tongue. “We can.”

“Okay.”

When you make your way to your room, you hear the thumps of music and rhythms of conversation—both casual and loud—echoing throughout the house. Some people are sharing laughs, others are scooting just a bit closer, and a lucky one is cackling before demanding that everyone hand over their money. 

All of them oblivious to the fact that you’re about to rip off a piece of your heart.

Well. That may not be the case. But based on the conversation that you had with Jungkook before your interview, this wasn’t going to be an easy one in the slightest—not for him, nor for you.

But if he’s gonna keep pushing forward, this is a stop you need to put up regardless.

During a party isn’t what you had in mind, though. Much less one in your own house.

You don’t know if anyone sees you open your door for Jungkook to pass through, or if they notice the slump of your mood, but you figure no one will care anyways. 

Until you see someone out of the corner of your peripheral.

And the skip of your heart tells you who it is.

Occupying one of the hallways a ways away, you can tell he’s very aware of you despite being in the middle of a chatty group.

But what’s on his mind? Is he worried? Is he gonna ask what this is about?

Damn it. You’re just gonna have to tell him later. You can’t exactly do anything now. 

A voice peeps from behind your tense shoulders,

“You okay?”

Fuck. 

Turning, you nod to the boy in your room before shutting your door, giving one more look to the man whose last text you couldn’t read.

And the way he stares makes you wanna bolt from everyone entirely.

When your door clicks shut, you slowly swivel, only the bass of your brother’s music pushing the walls in closer. 

Jungkook’s doing exactly what you knew he’d do, wandering around your room and either leaning in to observe, or lightly touching things that he remembers. 

The soft puff of a laugh snaps you into focus. “I can’t believe you still have all his medals up.”

Ah. He even remembers the way you have all your brother’s trophies and achievements displayed—all because you liked seeing them shine, and he didn’t want them in his room.

Sweeping your gaze along two of your walls, you let out a tiny sound of amusement while agreeing, “I can. Too lazy to take them down.” 

“I can do it,” he immediately responds. “If you need me to.”

If it had been five years ago, you would’ve been enamored that he even offered.

But five years ago is when he shattered any hopes you had for the two of you, so you turn him down yet again. “It’s okay.” 

“You sure?”

“We’re here to talk, not decorate, Jungkook.”

He stares before nodding in dejection, eyes finding something other than you. “It’s still weird to hear you say my name.”

It’s weird to say it. 

But you can’t let him know you agree, so the sound you make is half-cautious and weakly lighthearted. “You think so?”

“Ah, yeah.” He flashes a smile that still squeezes air from your lungs. “I’d gotten too used to all the names you had for me.”

“Oh, god.”

“But I guess someone else gets to hear them now.”

Goddamn it. He’s not gonna give up, just like he said right before your interview. 

“Who are you seeing?” 

“Kook…” 

“I wanna know.” 

“Why?”

He walks over to your nightstand, picking up a picture of you and your friends from years back. 

And your heart pangs at how big his back has become. 

Without turning, Jungkook lifts his head to stare at your ceiling. And if he’s wondering whether the glow stars he stuck all over it are still there or not, you don’t know if you’d admit that you never took them down. 

“So that I’d know if I still have a chance.” 

“You already had yours,” you whisper. “Remember?”

And when you look up, he’s already staring at you with regret. 

Memories start to come back, but you shove them away with force, trying to empty your sinking boat with a teaspoon. 

Every time he had walked back from school with you, every time he would make you laugh when you felt alone, every time he stayed at your place when your brother had to be out—all of them competed with each other to punch you in the gut and push you to your knees. 

“I do,” is all he says before softly placing the frame on your bed. “I fucked that up, didn’t I.” 

The times he said he’d be there when you needed him, the times he said it was gonna be okay when you struggled with your seemingly deepest darkest secrets. 

All the times you knew you’d have a long future with him. 

“You did.”

Everything leading up to the time he said you should break up before you left for university.

Right before you were going to tell him you loved him.

Your heart hasn’t beat in awhile, but you don’t notice until Jungkook starts walking towards your planted feet. Was he really so far away? How did he cover the distance between so fast?

With a sigh occupying your chest, you muse that he looks so different, but also not different at all. 

And, just like the time you saw him downtown, your brain doesn’t know how to separate the Jungkook you knew from the one you see in front of you. 

Because they are still the same.

You don’t budge as he stands resolute, inches away but encasing you in his familiar presence. When his hand comes up to your face, he almost touches—but the slight hesitation has you holding your breath before he surrenders his hand at his side. 

“I was an idiot,” he admits, throat seemingly small and making yours the same size. “I never should’ve… I can’t believe I…” 

You watch as he flips his head up, and you hate how you know exactly what he’s trying to hide. 

But your soul still remembers the wound it was dealt. So while you don’t want him feeling this way, you’re perfectly okay to fight back. 

He doesn’t get to cry when he’s the reason for all those tears. 

“And yet you did,” you remind him, proud of how stable your voice leaves lips that used to seek his. “And you left me so fucking confused.” 

“I know.”

“Do you really?” 

He flickers regretful eyes your way, giving you all the room to talk. 

And you’re going to.

“Do you actually know, Kook? How fucked up that made me feel right before going where I knew nobody. No one.” 

His nostrils flare while eyebrows flinch. 

You expel a tough breath, everything that happened before bubbling up to the surface. Nights you spent wondering what happened, days you spent feeling unwanted, times you felt so fucking alone.

“Is it true that you even loved me?”

“Yes,” he finally shatters, face contorting and eyes welling at their rims. “Of course I did.” 

Did.

“I still do.”

Liar.

“I thought I was the only one.” You search his eyes, hating how you would comfort him in an instant if this were any other circumstance. Hating, hating, loathing that this is how you find out your love wasn’t unrequited. “Why did you push me away?” 

“I didn’t—I didn’t mean to…” He turns, unable to handle the loud silence streaming from your bones. Voice shaken, he flounders, “I don’t know. I’ve—” 

When he pauses, it’s to keep his lips from shaking. You just know it. 

“I’ve regretted it every day since.” 

“Bullshit.” 

“I have!”

“Really. So all those texts you never sent were full of regret, too, huh?” 

“No, I—”

“All those calls you never made.” 

“I wanted to call!”

“You wanted nothing to do with me!”

“No! That’s not true—”

“Liar!”

He digs palms into the soaking divots of his face, tense at all angles and making you so, so angry that this is what the both of you have come to. 

“I’m not lying!”

“You are!”

You thought it would feel better seeing him cry. 

But it’s not, it’s not, it’s not. You hate this. 

Because Jungkook made sure your tears were short-lived. Made sure to chase them away every single time—

There’s a rapid twist of your locked doorknob before you hear a shout,

“What the hell’s going on in there!”

Shit, your brother. Were you both yelling? 

…Were you both that loud?

“We’re fine!” you shout back, embarrassed that your fight somehow managed to outperform the aux. “It’s okay.”

“Open up.”

“No.”

“You better be serious—”

“Promise!” You spare a look at your door. “We’re okay.” 

“…Okay.”

Even though it’s completely silent.

You know damn well he hasn’t left. 

Fuck, he can’t hear the rest of this. He shouldn’t have heard any of it in the first place, and you can feel the sear of his questions flaring up later tonight. 

Which, you are fine answering when it’s just the two of you. But you cannot have anyone hovering right now so you go to rip the door open and tell him off, 

“Dude, I said I’m—”

Oh, fuck.

Yoongi’s right there with him.

And your heart fucking lurches.

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tbc. :’))) 

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ahh how do we feel !! 💌 would you like to buy me a 🍊?

A/N: soooooo here you go before i continue with the rest of vacay!! LMAOO wouldn’t it be so funny if the whole chapter drops by surprise like y’all are wanting it to? just like this? wild.... A/N 2: always always gonna thank everyone that’s reading and supporting the series! there’s gonna be a lot happening in this chapter just like forfeit, so note-taking or bulletpoint format while reading might be a thing again if you wanna be able to remember things.. ahaha. pls give me strength bc i need it T^T  ++ more links: ⇥ three tangerines masterlist  ⇥ 18+ only taglist!  ⇥ masterlist 

[nctluhv]

Haechan x fem!reader (ft Nomin as Haechan’s best friends)

Warnings// stepcest, noncon, unprotected sex, reader is a BITCH, nomin are pervy, haechan fucks some sense into reader, humiliation of reader by being recorded, video shown to others

Don’t like it, don’t read. You are responsible for reading any further!!

Not proofread

Haechan knew what he wanted, and that was you. It frustrated him every time he would overhear you talking about another guy.

But something else that really frustrated him was the way you treated him. All of those times where you shot a dirty look his way, all of the shit talking you did to your friends, all of the insults that came out of your mouth. All it did was frustrate him.

Anytime his friends would come over they would only dwell in how hot you were and the slutty clothes you wore around them and specially them… short shorts and a tank top that showed so much cleavage it was surprising you’ve never had a nip slip before.

Haechan hates to think about how many times hes has his hand wrapped around his hard cock thinking of you. But he knew it was wrong. For fucks sake, you’re his stepsister. However, it was justified to an extent. I mean you guys have known each other for a while, but not as stepsiblings but as classmates. You have a history of strong hate for each other.

“You don’t realize how lucky you are to have a girl like that living in the same house as you Haechan”

The words slipped from his friends mouth. His friends name was Jaemin. Na Jaemin. The amount of times he’s checked out your boobs is uncountable. He’s also a huge perv and never fails to make comments on your appearance when talking about you.

Jeno nods his head in agreement.

The “He’s right Hae, the only thing she needs is an attitude change. She’s seriously the bitchiest girl I’ve ever met. Out of everyone who’s been inside of her.. none of them have had a good enough dick to shut her up??”

Jeno spews.

“You guys are fucking gross, shes my fucking stepsister.”

Haechan acts disgusted but it’s all he ever thinks about. His tongue lapping your clit while his hands cover your mouth so that you don’t disturb the neighbors.

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Jeno and Jaemin are well gone and have been for a few hours. You sit in your room on your phone scrolling through tiktok. You soon get out of your bed to stroll down to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Of course when you get there you see Haechan sitting on the couch, doing the same thing you just were. He looks up at you and you sarcastically wave back at his blank stare.

“I don’t appreciate the way you act y/n. You walk around acting like you’re the shit when all you do is let yourself get used by the desperate man whores that walk around this small area.”

You look up at him with a look of complete and utter shock. How could he talk to you like that? Who does he think he is?

“Who the hell are you talking to like that?”

The words come out of your mouth as he rises from his spot on the couch. He walks fast towards you and you feel your heart start to sink. He never does anything about your attitude so what is this all of a suddenness??

Haechan soon makes his way into the kitchen. He wraps his hand around your throat and squeezes slightly.

“This attitude better fucking come to an end or ill end it myself”

You soon push him off of you and he gives a look of disbelief. How dare you put your hands on him??

“Thats it y/n”

Before you even get a chance to open your mouth, he pulls you by your arm into his room. He checks the time.

12:17 AM

Haechan pushes you onto his bed and starts to unbuckle his belt. You’re confused. What the hell is going on??

“You better stay the fuck quiet y/n. Better not hear a single word slip out of your mouth.”

All confusion leaves your body as soon as he uses his belt to wrap your hands in. He’s using it as a restraint… and a good one at that.

He soon pulls out his phone and hits record in one hand as he’s ripping your spandex-like shorts off with the other. You whine and kick and cry out as he strips you naked. The phone makes it a million times worse.

“Say hi to jaemin and jeno !”

You hide your face as Haechan gets more frustrated. You feel a burn tingle in your cheek. He just slapped you. What has gotten into him??

Right as you’re thinking about how to stop him, he pulls his hard dick out of his pants and aligns it with your sopping pussy.

With no warning he pushes in and you scream out.

“Tears running down your pretty face makes me more horny baby”

You cry out more. How could he do this to you?

Haechan thrusts harder while still recording.

[beastyboyxx]

Picking Favorites. ★ ★ ★ (PT. 2)

UPDATED!!!

Summary: You are a big fan of the flash. His victories, comedic humor, and just him in general. Although lucky enough for you, you were dating the same man who hated the hero with a passion. And lucky for you, he had found your favorite flash T-shirt…

Warnings: Dialogue Heavy, Smut, Male Reader, Reader Referred To As: “Love Bug, Brat, Boy, Sweetheart, Babe, Mate”, Jealous Harkness, Mildly Rude Harkness, Dominant Harkness, Top Harkness, Bottom Reader, Angry Reader, Reader Speaking In Broken Sentences, Small Argument, Mild Hate Sex, Anal, Oral, Pinned To The Wall, Pinned To The Bed, Against Window, Humiliation, Recording, Taking Photos, Rough Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Fucked Into Changing Your Mind, Breaking Your Mind, Fucked dumb

Characters: Captain Boomerang (George “Digger” Harkness)

Category: One-Shot

Series: Suicide Squad: Kill The Justice League

Word Count: 2305

Part 1 - ★

“Please…! Don’t you dare fucking stop—! Mmngh—!”

Your back was pressed against the cool glass of your apartment window. The moon casting overhead framed your body in a white highlight while Boomer had his sadistic grin shown proudly by the moonlit sky.

His rough fingers dug into the skin of your thighs. The tall Australian had been at this for around twenty minutes, and he didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. 

“Already cryin’ babe? Man, n’ we’ve only been at this… for only…”

You let out a rolling groan with your gaze falling back along with your head. Your own fingers did their damage, scratching into the man’s tatted back as you branded him. He bit his lip with a smirk.

“That’s it… yeah that’s it… keep ripping into me like that. Makes me feel like a… bloody lion!” 

“You’re so… st—upid!” Your voice cut halfway with a moan.

“Take a look at yourself! Sopping… over my cock, this dick that’s ruining you…!” He slowed his thrusts to a complete stop. “You could say you’re the one becoming stupid.” His body shifted slightly as he readjusted his grip. His hand grabbed onto your chin, with those fingers pressing into your cheeks.

“I love seein’ you like this…” He said with a grin, “Sloppin’ over me. Beggin’ for me.” His voice filled with growing confidence. Harkness killed for the idea of somebody quaking under his touch, and then he found you. 

Obviously, it doesn’t take out the fact that you have made this man clutch onto the sheets as he buried his face into a pillow. But right now was different. He was more aggressive, meaner, more self-centered. He was pissed off that you, his boyfriend, were obsessing over another man that wasn’t him. That man being The Flash no less.

“Y’know…” he looked over your shoulder to the city behind you, “Somebody could be watchin’ our little lustful party, eh? Bet you would like that wouldn't cha?” He shook your face a bit, before tossing it to the side. You gridded your teeth, ignoring the forcefulness.

“Actually… I just had a brilliant idea!” The man lifted you, letting his inches slide right out. 

You wined, upset that he was stopping. So you thought. Thats when you felt your back meet with warm sheets, your sheets. He let you down, releasing your body so you could lay freely. Then he stepped away.

“Digger…?” You stood up, curious to see what he was doing.

The Australian turned back towards you. Your eyes began at his gaze, then a smile. Continuing downward to his chest, arms, and hands. Which held onto a phone. As soon as it registered what he was doing a quick flash of light flicked from the device.

“Harkness! Are you insane..!?” Your hands ripped up one of your blankets. Immediately draping it over you.

“What? I’m not going to send it or anythin’!” He rolled his eyes and slouched his shoulders. “Besides, don’t you like the idea? Bein’ humiliated n’ all?”

“Shut up.” You dropped your eyes to the floor.

“Struck a nerve hmm? Hit a sensitive spot?” He tapped his fingers around the phone case, “well, I have an even more brilliant idea than the last!”

He walked over to the dresser, which is where your bedroom tv sat on top. He angled the phone perfectly towards the bed, propping it up. Then a beep was heard. He was recording.

“Now!” He clapped his hands together, “Let’s give the people a show!” 

Without any retorts you could slip in, the man was on you within seconds. Grabbing the blanket, tossing it, grabbing your wrists, pinning them to the bed at the sides of your head.

He looked like an animal. Hungry for you, desperate to teach you a lesson to make himself feel better.

“I’ll show you a few things that bloke could’ve never done to you.” His raspy voice made your spine tingle. The sound of it, knowing he was speaking to you like that made your body light up.

“Fuck…” 

“Ready to cry for me? Eh love?” 

…

It had probably been hours that passed. Men groaning and the headboard hitting the wall over and over again ripped through the rooms original silence. His cock was deep inside of your needy hole, thrusting ruthlessly as he kept saying nasty things about Barry. “He can never touch you.” “Think he’d make you scream like that?” Or, “Get louder, he might be able to hear yah.”

Your legs were bent as far as they could go, resting on the rims of his shoulders as he plowed into you. You were helpless, your hands pinned above your head as your glossy eyes and gasping mouth breathed out his name repeatedly. He loved it. He loved all of it. Harkness was definitely going to rewatch that video again and again when he got the chance, just to hear you sobbing his name.

The idea made his thrusts quicken.

And you were reaching your breaking point, “Pl—ease…! I… I can’t— I’m..! Nnnhhh— fuuuuck!”

“Another…? Aahh shit— C’mon then, come again… let’s add that to the board.” His fingers dug into the crook of your legs.

Your head rolled back, and now you could really see how sweaty you had gotten. The sheets beneath you had an obvious stain. Lost in thought while being ruthlessly pounded,Harkness sought opportunity, and took it.

With your neck fully exposed like that he ducked down and without any second thought his teeth bit into your skin. This sent you over the edge. Your stomach popped and everything came pooling out of you.

From your irritated cock, thick strings roped across your stomach, meeting at your chest. Harkness continued although growing sloppy with his rhythmic thrusts. It was only a few more until he was cumming inside you you, getting a few more desperate humps until he was completely exhausted and flopped on top of your shaking body.

“We… are doing this… again….” Digger breathed.

You looked down, seeing the man resting his head on your chest. Strands of his loose hair kissed the skin of your torso. With a smirk, you let your hand softly comb through his hair.

“Whatever you say… asshole…” you let your eyes shut. With one big exhale, the two of you relaxed.

It hadn’t crossed neither of your minds that the phone was still recording. But who cares? Might as well record the aftermath. Or, if your hungry boyfriend decides for round two. It’ll all be caught on camera

Part 1 - ★

[mymoodwriting]

Request for Anon (Werewolf Baekhyun) 3.3k, A/B/O, fighting, verbal abuse, drinking, intoxication, tipsy behavior, kidnapping, drugs, restraints, pheromones, smut, non-con, dub-con, biting, blood, marking, intimidation, implied pregnancy, yandere (@starillusion13)

“You’re an omega, and you’re mine.”

     You wanted to slap Baekhyun, you tried, but he grabbed your hand. When you tried to pull away he held on tighter, and you threw a sharp glare his way. You two had been friends for as long as you could remember, basically growing up together, but as of late he had changed. He always seemed to have an attitude around you, especially when others were around. You chalked it up to the fact he finally presented, and turned out to be an alpha. You were happy for him, but you also understood that came with its own burden. So you let some things slide, but this was where you drew the line. You were out with friends, and as the night dragged on he started getting handsy with you. Throughout all those years you had never seen him as anything more than a friend, so you stopped him, which only pissed him off.

“What is wrong with you!”

“I am telling you the truth!”

“My birthday is still months away, and I haven’t presented yet! I’m not an omega, let alone yours.”

“You are! I can tell.”

“No, you can’t.”

“Yes, I can. I don’t know how to explain it, but I know. You’re an omega.”

“I am not! My family mostly consists of alphas and betas. There hasn’t been an omega in generations and it’s not gonna be me!”

“Y/n-”

“Shut up!” You pulled your arm free. “I have had enough of your attitude, and this stupid idea in your head finally puts it into perspective. I’m not some lowly omega that needs protection from an alpha! And I don’t belong to you either!”

“Listen to me, I-”

“No! I’m not tolerating your bullshit anymore.” You took a breath. “I’m sure being an alpha has its own things to figure out, so you do that, and let me know when you stop being a dick.”

     You walked off without a word, swearing you’d hit him if he tried anything, but he knew better this time. You never thought you’d fight with him, he was always a good friend to you, but this was something else. You wanted to be understanding, but you needed to do what was best for you as well. You didn’t hear from him for weeks, which really worried you, but you weren’t going to reach out to check on him. This was something he needed to figure out on his own. You weren’t sure when you’d hear from him, but a week leading up to your birthday you got a call from him. You were nervous to answer, but you owed him that much.

“Hello?”

“Hey… how’ve you been?”

“Fine for the most part, and you?”

“Me too. I’ve had a lot of time to think, and I owe you an apology.”

“Yeah, and?”

“I should do it in person. Are you free anytime soon?”

“I have some time tomorrow.”

“After your classes?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll see you then.”

“Sure.” 

     All this time you felt like you had been holding your breath, that after all these years you had lost a close friend. Hearing his voice again was a relief, especially since it seemed he had gotten his senses back. Still, you’d have to wait and see if anything had really become of him. So the next day you kinda dreaded your last class, dreaded seeing him for fear things couldn’t go back to the way they were. You had to see him eventually though, so it was better to do it now and rip off the band aid. After class you found Baekhyun waiting for you. He offered you a quick smile but saw your expressionless face and dropped it. He followed you as you went off somewhere so you two could talk in private.

“Did your classes go well today?”

“Same old, same old. How have you been?”

“Good. I’ve done a lot of thinking lately… I can’t excuse my actions, only apologize for them.”

“Yeah.”

“I was a dick, I don’t even know what was going on in my own head. A lot changed for me, and I couldn’t keep myself in check. I’m really sorry you had to witness such a part of me, and I’ll do better to make sure you never do.”

“Is that it?”

“I mean, no amount of words can change what I did, but I’m hoping we can get over this hurdle together, or at least start over.”

“You were such an asshole.”

“I know…”

“And you’re done with that shit?”

“Yes. I never should have treated you that way. I don’t know what was going on with me.”

“Neither do I. Now if you ever pull that shit again, I will not forgive you.”

“I understand.”

“Good.” You took a breath. “Have you seriously been okay?”

“I’ve been doing my best, but there’s a lot going on with me.”

“How’s the family then? You being an alpha and all that. I mean, that’s most of your family anyway.”

“I’ve talked with them a lot. They’re happy I’m an alpha, but there are definitely things I need to be aware of.”

“No shit. Maybe if I’m an alpha too you can let me know.”

“Definitely.”

     Things couldn’t go back to how they used to be, but he was still your friend. Sometimes you could see him slipping back into that possessive behavior, but he composed himself well enough. He was doing better, which was the important thing. So when your birthday party rolled around you trust him to behave himself. Besides, it was your day of celebration, and you were going to enjoy yourself. So a night out at the club, endless drinks and a VIP room full of dancers, best birthday for sure.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough.”

     You were dancing around, clearly already gone for the night. Some of your friends had already gone home, so only a few were left hanging on. Although at this point it was safe to say someone had to end things before you all passed out. That someone was Baekhyun, having remained mostly sober to keep an eye on himself and everyone else. Now he was getting people in cars and sending them on their way. In the end it was just the two of you out on the streets.

“Taxi!” You danced off the curb. “Taxi!”

“No, no, come here.” Baekhyun grabbed you and pulled you back onto the sidewalk. “I’m taking you home, okay?”

“Nuh-uh, you can’t drive.”

“Yes, I can. I didn’t really drink.”

“Prove it.”

“I don’t think I can with you in this state. Come on now.”

     Baekhyun carefully led you over to his car, getting you into the passenger seat and getting your seat belt on. You leaned your head against the glass, Baekhyun getting into the car and driving off.

“Did you have fun?”

“The best…” You giggled. “And you?”

“It was a good night. Get some rest, I’ll wake you when we arrive, and please don’t throw up in my car.”

“No promises…”

     You shut your eyes and let the soft rumble of the car lull you to sleep. You figured you’d be out for a little bit and get some help going inside the house, but when you woke up you felt way more hungover than you thought. You got up, needing a second to realize you were in bed, and needing another to realize this wasn’t your room. The panic sobered you up real quick, but then you recognized the room as Baekhyun’s and calmed down. Although now that made you question why you were at his place. The hangover was starting to hit again, but you managed to get on your feet and go looking for Baekhyun.

“Ya! Baekhyun.” You mumbled. “Baekhyun… why am I here…”

     You managed to find the boy in the kitchen, sat down at the counter eating breakfast. Once he saw you stumbling around he got up and helped you take a seat.

“How’d you manage to get up?”

“Panic… why am I at your place? You said you were going to take me home.”

“I did take you home, to mine that is.”

“Baekhyun.”

“I was tired and my place was closer anyway. I’ll take you home now, after you have breakfast and recover from the hangover.”

“You better.”

     Baekhyun made you a quick breakfast. He was a pretty decent cook, and it was nice to try his food. It had been a while since you last spent time together like that.

“Here. A hangover cure.” Baekhyun handed you a glass. “You’ll feel better.”

“Already do, so thanks.”

     You chugged down the contents of the drink, knowing it was better to get it over with quickly. It didn’t taste bad thankfully, but still made you shiver.

“I’ll get my things and we can go.”

“Sure.”

     You got up, stretching for a moment and then heading back over to the bedroom to grab your belongings. When you returned Baekhyun was exactly where you had left him.

“Alright, we can-”

    You suddenly felt dizzy, grabbing your head and stumbling back a few steps. Baekhyun watched you for a moment and then got up, taking you into his arms so you wouldn’t fall.

“Baekhyun… what’s going on…”

“Just a little something to help.”

    He led you back down the hall towards the bedroom, although when your legs have out he had no problem picking you up and carrying. Your vision kept fading in and out, and you were feeling hot all over. Words were becoming difficult as well, but you still tried. Baekhyun just found you cute, laying you down on the bed. Then you realized he was tying your arms down.

“… what… what are you…”

“I know you still don’t believe me, and that’s fine, but I’m still worried about you. Since you’ve come of age you can present any day now, and I didn’t like the idea of me not being there for it. So I thought I should speed up the process, and this way I’ll be here to look after you.”

“Baekhyun…”

“It should only take a couple hours, so don’t worry.”

“Let… me… go…”

“Definitely can’t do that now. Someone else might want to claim you if they find you in such a state.”

“Why… why…”

“I told you. You’re mine, and I’m not letting anyone else have you. Just try to relax.”

“Baekhyun!”

    You tugged on the ropes, but you barely had any strength left. Your head was spinning and you could barely make out Baekhyun sitting at the edge of the bed, watching you. It hurt, not just your body, but your heart. You had been worried about Baekhyun, and you desperately wanted things to go back to normal that you let him back into your life without being cautious, without letting others know what he had been saying lately. It was getting harder and harder to think, and you could feel your body shutting down to deal with the changes being forced on you. If you could fight it you would, but you didn't even know what was happening. So in the end the darkness swallowed you, and your feelings of fear with it.

🖤

     When you opened your eyes you felt so out of it, barely managing to stay conscious. Your body was shaking, and you felt very hot. You soon found out you were still tied up, and once again tried to free yourself, but it was useless.

“Baekhyun…”

     You didn’t feel so good, you felt sick, and in the moment you didn’t want to be alone. It wasn’t long before you made out Baekhyun in your field of vision. He was sitting by the edge of the bed, his palm against your head.

“You have a fever.” You whined which made him chuckle. “It’s normal to be sick when you present.”

“Huh?”

“I told you that you’re an omega, and it’s all the more obvious now.”

“No… no what… what did you… do…”

“Just helped you awaken your true nature.”

“I’m not… an omega…”

“You can’t deny that now.”

“… home… I wanna…”

“I can’t take you home like this, besides what would your family think? There hasn’t been an omega in generations.” You whimpered. “It’s okay, I’m going to take care of you. I’m sure they’ll be relieved to know that.”

“No… no… I’m not…”

“The fever will pass on its own, but I’m not sure about the other things. They say omegas are pretty delicate, which is why it’s so important to claim one.”

“… go… away…”

“But you called for your alpha earlier.”

“… you’re not…”

“I am. I’ll go get you something for the fever.”

      Once he was gone you began tossing about, wanting to get free. You focused your energy on the rope, trying to untie it, but Baekhyun soon came back and stopped you.

“Is it bothering you?”

“Um…”

“I suppose you don’t need that right now.”

     Baekhyun untied you and helped you sit up, trying to give you some medicine. You refused though, not wanting to take anything from him anymore. He pet your head softly, finding your rebellious acts cute.

“This will make the fever go down and help things settle.”

“I’m not… an omega…”

“You know that’s not true. You can feel it, can’t you?”

“No… you did something…”

“You know there’s no way to change what you are. You can hide it or suppress it, but you can’t change it.”

     You knew all that was true, but you didn’t want to believe him. It wasn’t just about his betrayal, or what he had done, but what this all meant for you. Baekhyun seemed to know what you were thinking, pulling you into his arms despite your protests. He held the back of your head, rocking you softly to the sides, trying to sooth you.

“Sh, sh, it’s okay. I’m here, I’m not gonna look at you differently or anything like that. You’re still y/n to me.”

“It’s not… I can’t…”

“We don’t choose these things.”

    You didn’t know how you were gonna face your family. You weren’t sure you wanted to. This all felt more like a nightmare and you desperately wanted to wake up. If that was the case you felt you would have already woken up, but all this felt way too real. You don’t know when you started crying, but the tears weren’t going to stop easily. So you sobbed into Baekhyun’s chest, letting all your thoughts overwhelm you. That is until something else caught your attention. As you were coming down from the tears you began to notice something. 

    Baekhyun smelled very different. You carefully moved your head up into the crook of his neck, taking in a breath. You never really paid attention to the scents of your friends. You could tell them apart but you never really took them in to know them better. Although you could tell that Baekhyun’s had changed, again. When he had become an alpha you noticed the change, but this was something else entirely. He smelled sweeter, and you couldn’t help yourself, wanting to take in more. Of course Baekhyun noticed, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

“What is it?”

“You… you smell…”

“Nice?”

“Hm…”

“They say the scent of an alpha is sweeter to an omega, and vice versa. I certainly know that’s the case.”

“… why…”

“Cause alphas and omegas get along better. We’ve always gotten along so well, even before all this. I guess we were meant to be.”

“That’s not fair…”

“I’d call it destiny.” Baekhyun took a moment. “You’re still burning up.”

“I’m fine.”

“You should still take something to make it easier… or I could help.”

“Help?”

“I told you it’s important for an omega to get claimed. I have no problem doing that now.”

     Baekhyun pulled you back a bit, pressing a kiss to your cheek. From there his lips trailed down your neck. Despite the heat and uncomfortableness, his mouth was a sweet relief against your skin. You didn’t want him to stop, and he had no intention of doing so. He knew you were already so high off his scent alone, and in this state you were all the more sensitive. Of course you weren’t the only one being affected. Baekhyun had been holding himself together, but now that he had you so close he couldn’t help himself either. Without asking permission he began to tear up your clothes.

     At that point it was hard to keep anything straight in your head. One minute Baekhyun was kissing down your chest, the next thing you knew you were lying beneath him with less clothing. Your vision was a bit hazy but you could see Baekhyun clearly. He had always been a friend in your mind, but now you thought of something else, of something more. Everything about him was different in your eyes. Your mind taking in the little things and feeling your heart flutter. The feeling only grew more and more as your body was accepting all his attention. 

    Even if you went out clubbing with friends you had never gone home with someone, or showed interest in hookups, so this would be your first. Baekhyun would be the one to take it all, and you knew at that moment you would never give it to anyone else. Your mind was so lost in his everything you didn’t realize the fangs, not until you felt a sharp pain in the crook of your neck. Your eyes went wide and you screamed, the smell of blood hitting your nose soon after. When Baekhyun pulled away you could see his bloody mouth.

“Couldn’t help myself…”

“Baekhyun…”

“No one else can have you.”

     There was a sharpness to his tone, almost like a warning. His one and only time saying this to you, and if you ever forgot it, there would be consequences. You couldn’t comprehend on the surface, but deep down you got the message. He wasn’t done here though, far from it. Baekhyun took off his own shirt, getting rid of the rest of your clothing and his in the process. You made a move to cover yourself, feeling exposed, but he stopped you, holding your hands above your head.

“Don’t hide from me. You’re perfect just like this, and I’ll make you even better.”

🖤

     If anyone asked you to recount that night, your first, the day you were mated, you probably couldn’t tell them anything about it. There was just a mix of heat and blood and pleasure. Your body would never forget, and neither would your soul, even if your mind was completely blank. Baekhyun wouldn’t say anything either, loving to have this secret to himself and to a degree you. All you did know was waking up in his arms, feeling safe, feeling loved. Your future was still uncertain, but you were alright there and then.

“Awake?”

“Hm…”

“How are you feeling?”

“Tired…”

“Well the fever’s down, so I think the worst of it is over.”

“I guess…”

“Sh, take it easy.”

“I feel tingly…”

“That might be the bite.”

“Bite… yeah… you bit me…”

“You still need to bite me back.”

“Hm…”

“Better now before you find out you’re pregnant.”

“What!”

“What? You don’t remember how much we did it? If I didn’t put a baby in you we’re gonna have to try again.”

“Baekhyun, I can’t-”

     You jumped up and away from Baekhyun, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you back down. He pet your head softly, immediately soothing your worries.

“It’s much easier for an omega to get pregnant, especially when they just presented. It’s only natural for you, for us.”

“Us… you really planned this all out, didn’t you?”

“Can you blame me? I’ve always looked after you, I wasn’t gonna let anyone else do that.”

“There were better ways…”

“You wouldn’t listen.”

“You were a prick.”

“Perhaps…”

“No you were.”

“Sh, sh, you should go back to sleep. We can talk more later, and finish things up properly too.”

“Sure.”

“Don’t worry. I got you, and I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

“Thanks… I suppose…”

“It’s always been you and me. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

(II)

[fandomnsfw]

Not The Same Little Kid PT.2 - Carl Grimes x Reader

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Reader

Prompt: Notebook by Melanie Martinez; You are older than Carl and to you he was always Ricks kid but as you arrive at his 18th birthday you soon realise he might not be a kid anymore.

Warning: none just fluff, grumpy Daryl Dixon and swearing. Smut will be coming though.

ENJOY!!!

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Previously on Not the same little kid...

“Thank you Carl. I know I could’ve handled it myself but I’m thankful I didn’t have to. You’re a good man Carl Grimes.” You whispered carefully as you watch his smile grow.

“Anytime darlin’.” He chuckled, lifting his hand and stroking your hair sweetly before he picked up your bag and exited the front door. You felt your cheeks heat up as you followed slowly behind him and all you could think was you couldn’t believe the man in front of you was the same Carl Grimes from yesterday.

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You scrunched your eyes tighter as you felt the sun hit your face, choosing to drag the covers over your head as you opened up your eyes. You took a deep breath, sitting up suddenly remembering you weren’t in your own home.

You looked around the guest room with a groan before slipping on your fluffy slipper boots and taking yourself downstairs still in your pjs which consisted of cotton shorts and a tank top. When you arrived at the kitchen you nodded to Rick who was by the coffee machine.

“Mornin’.” Rick muttered as he passed you a cup, which you gladly took.

“It’s so quiet here in the morning.” You laughed softly.

Judith suddenly threw a piece of toast at Daryl who was quietly sat at the table drinking coffee. You let a snort of amusement out earning you a glare from the older man.

“Quiet? What the hell do you usually do in the morning?” Carl snorted as he entered the kitchen going straight for coffee.

“Blast music and dance around in my pjs while I make breakfast.” You chuckled as you sat down at the table with Daryl and Judith.

“Don’t let us stop you.” Carl smirked as he looked you up and down suggestively making his dad choke on his coffee.

“Carl!” Rick scolded as he tried not to smile.

“Smooth Romeo.” You snorted sarcastically, patting his cheek with a smirk before taking your coffee and walking out the room slow enough to hear Daryl laugh at Carl.

“Jesus kid ya’ got balls.” Daryl snorted making you shake your head as your walked up the stairs to your room to get dressed.

You grabbed your iPod, selected a random playlist and clicked play. Putting in your earphones before checking out your window for a weather assessment. Once you’d seen it was sunny you grabbed your khaki green high waist shorts, your black cropped vest and a pair or black combat boots. You danced around your room as you changed your clothes and put your Y/H/C hair in a high ponytail.

After you were done you grabbed your radio, attaching it to your belt. You pick up your thigh holster attaching it to your leg before sliding your knife into it. You checked your reflection as gave a nod before making your way to the kitchen with your now empty coffee cup.

You noticed no one was in the kitchen anymore so you gave a shrug before dancing your way to the sink to the song playing through your earphones. You swayed you hips sexily as you washed your coffee cup and a few left over pots someone had left, singing little bits of the song softly.

When the chorus came on you did a little spin as swayed your hips in the most seductive way you could but as you looked up you wish you hadn’t. You let out a squeal, ripping your earphones out as you clutched your chest as you stared at Carl’s amused face

“H-How long have you been stood there?” You huffed your face turning red.

“Hmm right about when you sang ‘You got a fetish for my love’.” He chuckled darkly his eyes scanning your body.

“Oh and then there was the lyrics ‘Don’t see a point in blaming, if I were you I’d do me too’ that was my favourite one.” He added with a smirk as he watched your face slowly turn bright red.

“Well now I know my rooms the only place I can dance in peace.” You huffed childishly as you shot him a glare.

“Aww Na’ I’m sorry I’ll not watch again I promise. I don’t want ya’ to feel uncomfortable this is your home too. For however long that’ll be.” Carl sighed softly as he realised how upset you were.

“T-Thank you…” You looked at him with a curious glance trying to resist the question on the tip in your tongue but as Carl looked over your body when he thought you were looking made you blurt it out.

“Do you really have a crush on me or are you just being a normal horny teenage boy?” You whispered across the room with a shy smile that you tried to hide behind your hand.

“It’s a secret.” Carl muttered before walking out the kitchen leaving you there to ponder his answer.

You spent the day helping Rick with whatever he needed it usually entailed things like delivering important stuff between council members, watching Judith or going on runs for him. Today he’d asked you to watch Judith which you were happy to do because she was beyond adorable.

“Then he said it was a secret what do you think that means?” You asked the 3 year old and almost cried from laughter when she shrugged her shoulder like she even knew what you were talking about.

“You are so cute you make me want one of my own. Should Y/N have a baby Jude?” You asked in a childish voice and she grinned up at you before nodding her head.

“Yes!” She exclaimed loudly clapping her hands encouragingly.

“I would but I need a boy to help me.” You muttered giving he a fake pout, patting her hair softly, her curls pinging everywhere.

She gasped and ran into the house as if she had a plan so you got up to follow her. She walked all the way into the house and started going upstairs. You frowned but followed her anyway as she arrived at a door she let herself in and you realised it was Carl’s room.

“Judith you should knock before you enter someone’s bedroom.” You scolded softly but she still ran up to Carl who was looking at you confused but all you could manage was a shrug.

“You help Y/N?” Judith muttered softly and suddenly you realised what she was doing and you grab her shushing her quickly.

“Don’t ask him that Judith, Y/N was joking baby girl.” You explained calmly as you flushed under Carl’s gaze.

“No I wanna hear this now. What can I help with?” Carl asked Judith as he took her from your arms.

“Help Y/N make a baby!” Judith cheered happily and you immediately covered your face with your hand. Carl whispered something in Judith’s ear before he put her down and she ran over to you happily.

“Carl said yes!” Judith laughed happily like she’d just done you a favour.

“Jesus Christ.” You muttered awkwardly as you walked out his room hoping you never have to see him again but then you remembered you live in the same house. Fuck.

You take Judith downstairs into the kitchen to start on everyones lunch. You thankfully forgot all about the incident that was until lunch actually came around.

“Did you hear Joan is pregnant?” Michonne asked Rick as they all started eating.

“What’s pregnant?” Judith asked innocently making everyone smile.

“It’s when someone is gonna have a baby.” Rick answer softly pinching her cheeks at how cute she was.

She clapped her hands and suddenly Carl looked at you with wide eyes and before you could change Judith’s train of thought she said it.

“Carl’s gonna help Y/N make a baby!” She cheered happily and suddenly all eyes were on you and Carl.

“Oh is he?” Rick asked Judith with a raised brow before turn to you.

“That was way out of context!” You defended innocently.

“I told Judith she’s so cute that she made me want a baby, then when I said I need a boy to make a baby your daughter thought your son would like help before I could stop this train wreck your son proceeded to tell Judith he’d love to and here we are.” You blurted out so fast your cheeks were beyond red and Daryl started laughing and pointing at you. You knew it was childish but you bit his finger and you had zero regrets.

“Ow you little bi-”

“Don’t you finish that sentence Dixon.” Carl snapped making everyone look at him with smiles. You looked at him with a small smile as he flushed under everyone gaze.

“Why? Ya’ got a crush kid?” Daryl snickered, throwing a cherry tomato at him.

“Ya know what I’d love it, if everyone could stop treating my feelings for her like they are childish and fleeting!” Carl snapped before standing up and storming out the room leaving everyone feeling guilty. Including yourself.

You looked around the table and caught Ricks eyes, he gave you a nod and you quickly stood up to follow Carl. You walked up to his bedroom and stopped as you arrived at the door. You gave the door a knock before entering the room slowly.

“It’s just me.” You muttered gently as you approached his bed. His back was to you but you sat down behind him before thinking about what to say.

You felt like an awful person. Carl was a sweet and good man that didn’t deserve to be treat like a child but you had been doing it and he’d just took it with a pinch of salt. And you knew that wasn’t fair on him so you decided as a sign of respect you would take his feelings seriously and try looking at him like a man.

“I’m sorry Carl.” You mumbled shyly touching his shoulder lightly. He sat up and looked at you with the saddest look you’d ever seen and it was so cute you almost want you kiss him in that moment and it shocked you.

“I know you see me as a kid but I’m not.” He grunted unhappily before getting off his bed to stand up as he paced around the room.

“I know your not.” You mumbled shyly making him spin around to face you.

“It’s just a habit.” You added as he strode across the room, grabbing your hand pulling you up to your feet and spinning you around, backing you up until you were pressed against his bedroom wall. You looked up at him in shock as he searched your face.

Your breathing quickened as he leaned down, tucking your hair behind your ear. You looked up at him nervously but made no move to removed yourself from the position as soon as he saw that he lent down brushing his lips against your ear.

“Don’t underestimate my feelings for you darlin’.” He whispered deeply in your ear, the depth of it causing a shiver to run down your spine.

He pulled back to look into your eyes, his pupils almost swallowing the blue of his eyes. God if that wasn’t the sexiest thing you’d ever seen. It was like all his desires for you were swimming around in his eyes. You’d never felt so sexy and turned on in your entire life

“God you’re so beautiful.” He whispered more to himself but you heard it clear as day and it made your heart race. All you could think was ‘Please kiss me’. But instead of answering those prayers he stepped away from you. You felt cold as soon as he moved and you wanted to grab him and pull him back but you didn’t.

“I’ll see you later.” You whispered shyly before fleeing his room.

You went straight back to your room and as soon as you closed the door you collapsed against it with a shaky breath. You held a hand over your heart as you tried to calm yourself down. The warmth of his hand still burning where they touched. You could still feel his lips hovering near your ear, brushing it occasionally as his breath sent shivers rippling through your body. Jesus you were done for.

You eventually left your room when a Rick called you down for dinner. You gave a sigh as you walked down the stairs your mind still stuck in what happened earlier.

You entered the dining room with a small smile, before you sat down in between Rick and Daryl. Which was directly across from Carl. He was staring at you and you could feel it. Every glance he swept down your body sent a shiver down your spine which must’ve been visible cos Daryl asked if you were cold.

“Huh? O-Oh no I’m fine.” You stuttered awkwardly.

You lifted your eyes to see Carl was no longer looking at you. Which gave you chance to look at him. His skin was pale a dusted with freckles which you thought was beyond cute. His bandage was covered by his long wavy hair but you always thought it made him almost look like a bad boy. His full lips are what had you clenching your thighs together. He was talking to his dad about something and he laughed before biting his lower lip as if trying to stop the laughter.

You wanted to kiss him so bad. You actually wondered if he’d moan under your lips or if he’d growl and take control but it’s didn’t matter which scenario you thought of every single one of them was dirtier than the one before.

“So Y/N I was looking at houses available but the only one good to use is all the way across the other side of Alexandria.” Rick spoke to you snapping you out of your sinful thoughts and you looked at him with a forced smile.

“But you’re always welcome to just stay here. I mean you really help with Judith and we have the extra room plus I think Michonne likes having another woman around that she can actually talk to.” Rick added and you looked at Michonne who nodded eagerly. Then your eyes flicked to Carl but he was staring at his food. You wish you knew what he thought about it.

“I don’t wanna be in the way.” You muttered shyly as you shuffled your food round your plate with your fork.

“Nonsense we’d love to have you. Right Carl?” Michonne snickered as she shot Carl a smirk. Carl shot her a glare before he looked at you with a mischievous smile.

“Yeah and if your bed ever gets too lonely you can come find mine.” Carl smirked like he didn’t just invite you to sleep with him in front of his family.

“Jesus Christ Carl!” Rick choked out pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to keep his cool.

“What? Was worth a shot. I mean she hasn’t said no.” Carl chuckled as he shot you a wink. You felt you cheeks getting more hot by the second but you narrowed your eyes softly at him.

“I’ll give it some thought.” You snorted as you took a sip of your water that was next to your dinner. Carl’s eye widened slightly but it soon turned into another smirk.

“Y/N don’t encourage him.” Rick laughed behind his mouth full of food. You shot him a grin before turning to Carl.

“I dunno it’s the most attention I’ve had in years.” You smirked at Carl who blushed slight as he tried to hide his smile.

“Gross.” Daryl muttered before he continued stuffing his face.

“You don’t even live here, yet I see you more than Rick.” You huffed at him with a challenging glare.

“God! Ya’ know wha-Ya’ can’t ju-Shut up!” Daryl spluttered his ears turning slightly red but you patted his back with a sarcastic nod.

“I know I’ve heard it before, ‘If I was ya’ ol’ man yer’ ass’d be grounded’.” You imitated before bumping your shoulder into his. You enjoyed teasing Daryl but you knew he was a good man and seriously underestimates himself constantly.

“I’m only teasing Daryl and if I had you as a dad I’d be pretty thankful.” You smiled at him softly as he looked at you with his mouth slightly open. He quickly closed it and nod his head in response before going back to eating slower this time.

By the time dinner was finished you honestly felt tired but you knew it was still pretty early so you decided you go outside for a smoke and then do some reading maybe worth a glass of wine. You didn’t make a habit of smoking after the world ended but every now and then when you had a lot on your mind you’d go outside and have a smoke. It usually helped you calm down enough to think clearer.

You lit your cigarette and sat down on the porch steps with a sigh. This thing with Carl had you unsettled not only because of his age but because you’d only just broken up with someone was it really a good idea to jump into something new especially with someone who probably hasn’t dated much if at all.

You were lost in thought so you hadn’t heard anyone coming until they sat down next to you. You looked over and saw Daryl with a freshly lit cigarette in his mouth. You gave him an half smile which he returned before flicking some ash of his smoke.

“Ya’ okay?” He grumbled as if he had been reluctant to ask but honestly it made you happy that someone as untrusting as Daryl has chosen you to be someone he cares for.

“Just my mess of a love life.” You laughed bitterly whilst taking another drag of your own smoke.

“Y’ended it with that prick, so what mess?” Daryl snorted softly as he popped his smoke back into his mouth.

“Carl has made his feelings for me pretty clear.” You sighed as you leant back on the steps looking up at the sky.

“He’s a good man.” Daryl stated but you noticed he said man yet you knew he always called Carl kid. Most of the time he called you kid.

“I know but he’s so young and I can’t imagine he’s been doing much dating.” You huffed as you looked up at Daryl who was watching you.

“But he’s been through ‘nough ta’ know how to treat a woman. He has good role models.” Daryl chuckled as he hinted to himself.

“I’ve never even seen you speak to a woman casually unless it’s Carol.” You teased him as you sat up again.

“Don’t mean I don’t know how ta’ treat one.” Daryl grumbled grumpily before flicking his cigarette in the bucket before walking off the last step and heading down the road to his own house.

You quietly laughed to yourself realising he was on his way out but stopped for a smoke just to check on you. Daryl Dixon was going to be a good Daddy one day. You thought as you flicked your own smoke into the bucket before going inside.

You strolled into the kitchen to grab a drink and found Carl leaning against the counter drinking what looked like a glass of whiskey. He hadn’t noticed you yet because he had his eyes closed with his head tilted back, it looked like he had the entire world on his shoulders and it made you sad to see it.

“Underage drink. Love it.” You chuckled softly, he jumped a little at the sound of your voice but his eye opened and he gave you a soft tired smile.

“There are no laws anymore.” He chuckled softly as he took a drink of his whiskey.

“Very true.” You bit your lip to stop the smile but Carl seemed to notice anyway.

“ Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow?” Carl asked, his voice sounded so confident you were actually a little shocked.

“Are you asking me on a date Carl Grimes?” You giggled nervously. Should you say yes? Maybe you should ask Rick for permission? Was that a thing? What the hell could you say? There were too many questions in your head you had no idea what to do.

Part 1 <- -> Part 3

[saltpepperbeard]

WAAAAAAGHHG HEY ITS ME AGAIN IM SO SORRY I HAVE A THOUGHT AND DONT KNOW WHO ELSE TO GIVE IT TO: Im going to try really hard to be quick!! Still reeling from ep 8!!! (I have so many thoughts and emotions- tldr I know it struggled with pacing but I just really loved it. I’m so glad this show exists. Not going to recover anytime soon!! Excellent.)

I think the ending is a great setup for what could be coming next! Looking back at this season as a whole it feels to me like they had two major points they zeroed in on: 1- Edward’s state of mind. We spend a lot of time with him when no one else is- we’re with him in his head while he tries to process what he wants and how he’s going to get it. We see him wrestle with feeling unlovable, and then we sort of sit with him in his pov while he starts, (STARTS!! He’s not done yet!!) to understand that he IS loved and there ARE people waiting for him. 2- The Golden Age of piracy is ending. They lost The Republic of Pirates, they lost Spanish Jackie’s bar, Zhengs fleet, and they lost Izzy, the most pirate to ever pirate. After the couple of weeks(??) season two takes place- the OFMD cinematic universe is going to be different for pirates now.

ALL THAT TO SAY- after Izzy’s funeral, (rip king I sobbed lol) when Zheng asks Ed and Stede to team up- Stede says something like, “He needs a minute”/“Maybe give him a minute”. So they agree to help- but they stay behind to build their inn. (“It’s a fixer upper, but the bones are good.” ITS THEM ITS THEM THEYRE EACHOTHERS FOUNDATIONS THEY JUST HAVE TO BUILD ONTO IT TO MAKE IT A HOME IM GOING TO TURN TO ASH) this is a decision both of them make- this will give them time to just be. I think Ed still has a ways to go, and talks to have, and maybe needs some time to grieve Izzy, but Stede is there, and they love eachother, and they will be ok. Shit will still go down, and they’ll get involved again eventually, but they’re going to take a minute. NOW. That wraps up this season as a part two of a Three part show- we have a setup for the next big bad, and we’ve focused a lot on Ed (accompanied by Stede’s) issues/insecurities with a focus on Ed having to deal with his issues directly. He had to sit and talk, honestly talk. Do you know. Which half of our main pair. Has not done that?? The guy who the show still deliberately makes a point of showing us he is STILL. NOT OK. Granted, he had the end of season one to realize what he wanted and what he felt, but then we had so many moments this season of him reacting to those feelings but not actually talking about them to anyone. SO. What if the last season is meant to be point 2 revisited- piracy is still ending, the world is changing so how do we deal? And point 1, but FLIPPED. WHAT IF. Season three is Stede’s turn revisited??? Season three with Ed AND Stede TALKING and Stede genuinely coming to terms with the fact that the people he loves are not better off without him- that he doesn’t have to earn the love he thinks he doesn’t deserve?? What if he gets to take that final step into a new world where being a pirate can’t be the same as it was before, but that spirit carries on and now he knows he’s loved and has worth regardless?? I STILL WANT THAT MAN TO BE THROWN IN THE EMOTIONAL BATHTUB IS WHAT IM SAYING. I don’t know if this is anything, or if this is true or accurate!!! Do I just want to see them kiss and cry some more?? MAYBE. Aaaaagh I just really hope djenks gets to made season 3- he deserves to finish his pirate story and I would very much like to be here when he does. hbo max count your days.

Also I once again want to thank you for your thoughts and screams over the course of this season- you really are incredible at character analysis and it’s been an absolute pleasure to come running over to this corner after each episode to see what you think. Thank you for posting. YOU. are WONDERFUL THANK YOU <3 <3 (also. Also also. THEY KISSED SO MANY TIMES ED READ STEDES FUCKIN LETTER ED SAID I LOVE YOU AND THEY ARE NO LONGER SEPARATED. MARRIAGE. I CANT BELIEVE THIS SHOW IS THE WAY IT IS. There is still an owch but!!! It’s a good owchie now 😭😭)

I AM ONCE AGAIN HONORED TO GET SUCH A BEAUTIFUL STRING OF THOUGHTS IN MY INBOX??? <3

PARTICULARLY EXCITED, HAPPY, POSITIVE ONES SJDKSDS LIKE I AM HUGGING YOU SO SO TIGHT <3 <3 <3

AND ALSO, I'M SHARING SO MANY OF YOUR SENTIMENTS TOO SDJKJSHDKLS LIKE-

*INHALES* So seeing the little house in the BTS footage ~*~fucked me up~*~ because I just had a FEELING it was going to be both literal and symbolic for them and their relationship. A little house that's struggling, and falling apart in some places, but is still standing after years and years of battering. It's been through the wringer, yet it still flourishes with so much life and beauty. And it has the potential to grow into something even more beautiful and strong with some mutual effort and tender love and care.

AND THAT'S THEM!!! THAT'S THEIR RELATIONSHIP!!! Like, as you said, they're BOTH still so hurt. They BOTH still have issues to work on. But now they're there, together. They're standing on the same, rickety, wooded floors. They're there, ready to patch things, side by side.

AND YES, I've very much thought it was going to be Stede for Season 1's focus, Ed for Season 2's focus, and then both of them for Season 3's focus, but I do like your idea of it looping back around to Stede! Or maybe like, SHARING the focus. Because, as you said, Stede needs his fRIGGIN BATHTUB, and Ed still needs time to figure out who he is.

It's just such a delicious setup indeed, and I am crossing my fingers so so hard that it gets greenlit quickly for us here. There's just so much MEAT to their dynamic that's still left, still so much to be EXPLORED AND GROWN. AND ESPECIALLY, LIKE YOU SAID, WITH THEIR WORLD COMPLETELY CHANGING AROUND THEM TOO!!! THE BRITISH!!! THE REVENGE BEING CAPTAINED BY FRENCHIE!!!! ZHENG AND AUNTIE WANTING TO GET AT RICKY!!!!!! SO SO MUCH!!!!!!!

BUT anyway, thank YOU so much for taking the time to come in here and share YOUR thoughts, too! It's been such a delight reading them, and I'm so glad we could MUTUALLY SCREAM SDJKSDKLS <3

[cafecourage]

Pinky Isn't Suffering

Chapter 5

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This might have been a mistake. Twilight may have regretted his decision on putting on that mask. He felt like he was drowning. There was only white noise as he felt his body slice through the countless off monster bodies with ease. There was no resistance.

This power.

             This Pressure.

                             His anger.

It all weighs on top of him. It was hurting him. Suffocating him as if he was drowning. His attempts to stay afloat in his mind were in vain. Slowly cotton started to fill his head. He felt dizzy but yet everything was so clear to him. He doesn’t even register what his body was even doing or where it was going. The overwhelming scent of metallic rust and the scents of his pack were only adding to the chaos in his brain.

‘Let go,’ A foreign voice rang loud and clear in his skull. Was that the deity? How could Sky be so calm when this was happening? His body was thrashing around at this point, aiming at everything that wasn’t hylian or human. Was it like this for Time as well? Where did he ever get this mask?

Was he just weak?

‘No,’ the deity answers, ‘your control is what makes you weak.’

  Twilight desperately ignored the other being in his head trying anything just to regain what he had lost. Twi could see what he was doing but had no control as he sank deeper and deeper.

The scent in the air changed.

                             There wasn’t any scent of dragonfruit.

                                                                           She was gone.

A dark monstrous growl ripped through the air. It was a sound Twilight didn’t even know he could make. His head snapped towards the spot the girl once sat only to see that she was gone. The chaos in his head as everything seemed to zero in on one thought.

Find her.

The Twili magic began to form around him.

Those words start to repeat in his head.

Find her.

Find her.

  His body broke out into a sprint as he changed in front of everyone.

  Find her.

Find her.

Find her.

FIND HER.

All senses become heightened as he chases after the faint scent of her perfume.

Something was masking it.

‘Blue Nightshade’ there was a soft hum of amusement coming from the deity.

‘Shut up.’ Twilight managed to bark out above all the chaos. Despite his body moving as smoothly and precisely as ever. Twi still felt his limbs were shackled down keeping him put. ‘If you hurt her-‘

‘You would do what?’ He couldn’t see the deity's face but Twi knew he was smirking. ‘I only jest. I could never hurt your partner.’

‘I swear once I take this off, I will break this mask of yours.’ If Twilight could even do that. His body wasn’t his to control as it leaped and sprinted through the foliage of the forest.

  The chuckle that came from the deity made Twi’s blood run cold. ‘I don’t need your help to break out my friend.’

 ‘What-’

‘Even then, I feel generous today.’ The deity cut Twi off as a searing pain was embedded into the inside of Twilight’s forearm. ‘As I met with my Beloved again, I’ll ensure you and your mate are forever connected.’ The pain was too great for Twi to even focus on anything else.

He didn’t even register the fact that he found Pinky, leaping onto her, transforming in the air and tackling her down. He rolled so she would land on top of him. He tucked his face inside the crook of her neck. He could only barely hear the blood curdling scream. ‘Don’t you dare hurt her!’ He felt helpless, only able to watch as his body curled around the poor terrified girl.

‘I won’t give her that mark anytime soon.’ The pressure that was building slowly faded the more he was taking in Pinky’s presence.

It was warm.

  ‘She won’t lay a hand on this mask.’ Twilight growled out.

‘You don’t have a choice in that.’ The Deity was quick to banter back. ‘For it had already happened for me.’

Wait.

What?

‘Are you-?’ Twilight couldn’t even question the deity for further information. As all the pressure and fuzziness he felt suddenly was thrown off of him. He could have sworn he felt a pair of lips on his.

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Well this wasn’t a warm welcome back to Hyrule. It also wasn’t something Pinky knew how to handle. She was still trying to process that she was home for at least a day. Now she was in the lap of a war god puppy and slightly bleeding. Twilight was growling up a storm ever since he tackled her and brought her into his arms.

“Hey Twi?” Pinky made an attempt to turn to face him but his hold on her was just enough to heed any movement. “We need to get back to the others.” A grunt was the only response she got as he just held on. “They will be worried.” 

If only because there were too many hits to go around. Hyrule couldn’t heal everyone at once. And she did scream pretty loudly.

“Pinky!”

Speak of the Devil and he shall appear. Four and Hyrule came through the trees out of breath. “We finally caught up.”

“Caught up? You guys were chasing us?” Pinky exclaimed, almost going red from the embarrassment. “What about the others? Time? Wind? Enno? Are they all ok?”

“Well this guy,” Four gestures to the Divine Beast behind her, “-cleared out every last monster before we could even gather ourselves.”

  They both approached the beast and his partner, only to aggravate him, making the growling louder and more threatening. Hyrule and Four both stilled, sharing a look. The half-fae took one more step closer, crouched down and put his sword and pouches on the ground further away from him. “Hey,” he held his hands up, showing that both of his hands were empty, “I’m here to help. I won't hurt you or Pinky.”

Twilight’s growl softened but he still was suspicious of the other hero. “I’m hurt Twi,” Pinky figured out what Hyrule was trying to do. “He wants to heal me. You know Rulie. He’s safe.”

Slowly, Hyrule took one step at a time, making sure that it was clear that he wasn’t a threat.

It took some time, but eventually he made it. 

“We need to get that mask off of him.” Four called out from behind. “Better before we get into camp then after. Time will be pissed if he finds out.”

“When, he finds out.” Pinky let out a sigh as the warmth of Hyrule’s magic surrounded her. Her head hit Twilight’s shoulder. She tilted her head up to see him looking down at her with blank irises still. They were right, it would probably be for the best. Yet why isn’t he taking it off? He knows that he should. She is healed. She was better than how she was before! 

“Kiss him.”

Hyrule’s comment made Pinky gawk. “You- I- What?!”

The Traveler just stared at her with a blank expression, “I don’t think he would let me or Four take it off of him. You're the only one it seems he is calm around.”

“And you want me to kiss him?”

“It would be a distraction.” Hyrule backed off as he finished the healing process. “He isn’t going to let you go and if he does, we don’t know how in control he is. So stun him and get it off.”

  Pinky glanced between Hyrule and Four who was just looking away embarrassed for her. “Ugh! Fine! But turn around!” 

Both heroes didn’t even protest and immediately turned to face the other way.

“Take your time.” Hyrule teased, making Pinky’s face go red in an instant.

Taking a deep breath, she looked up at Twilight. His face was still blank, as if he wasn’t fully there. A mere puppet. There was no life behind those eyes. Gently, Pinky lifted up both of her hands to cup his face.

Her heart was beating in her chest as she leaned forward. Her finger tips dug into where the mask was on his face. Surging forward, she gave him the briefest of pecks on the lips, only to pull off the mask on her way back. Light engulfed them both as Twilight shrunk down back to his 6’2” self.

  The mask dropped from her hands and Pinky couldn’t help but wrap her arms around him. “Pinky?” Twilight sounded confused as he looked around. “Four? Hyrule? What happened?”

Hyrule went over to pick up the mask. “A lot. Let’s get you back to camp.”

The walk back was the most awkward thing as neither Twilight nor Pinky wanted to talk about their shared time in the woods. Twilight was still soaking in the damage to the nearby flora that he caused. Great and tall trees had been torn to shreds. The very ground itself was dug up and torn through. Everything in the war path was destroyed with no hope of recovering.

Was that the power of the mask? Or all just from Twilight’s anger?

He didn’t want to think about it.

“Twilight! Pinky!” Wild was the first to spot them. “What the hell were you thinking?” The champion angrily pointed the wooden spoon towards his mentor. “And you call me reckless!”

“Speaking of…” Before Twilight could respond Enno held out their hand. “The mask please.”

  Hyrule hesitates to hand it to them. “Shouldn’t Time have it?”

“Time is still down.” They kept their hand out. “I’m the only other person that knows how to use this thing. So I’ll keep it for now.”

“Wait, you know how to use it?” That was the first Pinky heard of it. 

Twilight took a deep breath as he watched the mask trade hands. “What kind of mask is that?”

Finally getting a hold of the magic mask, they traced over the wood engraving. “Let me ask you this Twi, since I already asked Time. Did you hear a person in this mask?”

He wanted to lie about it. He really did. But he also wanted to hear what the other had to say. “Yes.”

Enno nodded, looking back at the mask then at Sky, before deciding something. “Then I’ll tell everyone the story about Majora and how the Old man got this mask.” They turned on their heels and walked off to prepare for their little story time. “Come on, it's a long one.”

  Twilight was about to join everyone when his right arm began to sting again. He hissed and rolled up his sleeve to see what it was.

And there sat a mark.

A Red and Blue mark of a wolf howling into the moon.

The mark that the Deity placed on him as payment for putting on that mask.

“Twi?” Pinky called out to him when he wasn’t following. He hurried and causally rolled down his sleeve. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah.” Another mark he has to bear. “I’m fine.” He wasn’t. When Pinky turned from him, the tear in her shirt was visible. “Pinky, wait hold on.” He stopped her and beelined to his stuff, digging until he found one of his clean spare tunics. “Here take this.” He offered her his shirt. “You can have it until we can have yours mended.”

  The dots in the girl's mind seemed to be put into place when she reached down to the tear. “Oh you got to be-“ She groaned. “This is my favorite shirt.” Swiping the tunic ,she turned back to the forest. “Give me a second.”

Twilight watched as she left. The Deity’s words echoed in the back of his head. ‘For it had already happened for me.’

[takami-takami]

YOU GOT ME SHAKINGGGG

KEIGO MOCKING YOUR MOANS???

I’m frothing at the mouth actively

Just imagine he’s going at you hard, pounding away to you. And with each thrust into your abused hole, you can’t help but let out an “ah!~” or a sharp gasp from your chest.

Keigo catches on, changing the intensity easily just to make you get louder. More w h i n e y. The curl of his lips into his smirk is all knowing as you let out “ah!~ mmh!~ oh fuck!~” and maybe your voice cracks slightly because it’s just too good.

And the minute that your voice cracks, he’s jumping into the opportunity to mimic and mock you with that semi sadistic laugh of his. He copies the exact way your voice raised in pitch with an overdramatic tone just to tease, just to see the way that your face flushes in embarrassment. And the moment you try to quiet those pretty sounds by shoving a hand over your lips, it’s easily ripped away. Pinned above you as Keigo stares down at you with that predatory gaze.

“Don’t even think about it, baby.. I wanna hear all those pretty sounds you make for me~ cmon… gimme some more..”

You feed my brain too well, I’m telling you I’m FOAMING at the mouth over this 🥴

☕️anon

COFFEE i'm sorry for adding exhibitionism onto this. But imagine him doing this in public. Pulling you to the side somewhere secluded, and not letting you muffle your own moans because he loves how embarassed you get about it.

"Nah, what's holding you back, baby? C'mon, you know you wanna, just for me?" He'd give the prettiest puppy dog eyes like he's pleading; but you both know he isn't letting go of your hands anytime soon.

[artsy0wl]

Don’t You Ever Think You Are a Burden (Logurt/WolverinexNightcrawler)

So I thought I’d share a few of my X-Men AO3 fics on here. Some gen fics, some ship fic. All X-Men that are usually Kurt focused.

This one is a Logurt (LoganxKurt Wagner, WoverinexNightcrawler) where one near drowning causes Logan to contemplate his feelings for Kurt and why this instance pulled at his heartstrings more.

A harsh, water filled cough escaped Kurt as he gagged out water. Rolling onto his hands and knees, he continued to hack away in an attempt to empty out his lungs. Breathes took several deep inhales in an attempt to calm down as Kurt's body strained and shook. Fear, panic, and confusion made a mess of Kurt's brain, refusing to let him process what happened.

A strong hand gently sat on his back running around in circles to comfort him. It gave Kurt something to focus on. Even if it was just barely. Kurt leaned into the contact, feeling a bit more at ease. Unfortunately, not for long.

Kurt's body gave out, too stressed by the abrupt awakening. He could feel himself being rolled around onto his back as yellow eyes started getting foggy. The last thing Kurt would remember before losing consciousness was being lifted up bridal style as Logan looked at him with anxious blue eyes. And though his hearing was muffled, he could have sworn that he heard Logan telling him that everything was going to be okay.

~

Logan refused to leave Kurt's side. He was instantly brought to the med bay for observation. And though he was expected to make a speedy recovery, Kurt was bedbound until further notice. He needed the rest. Having nearly drowned thanks to his foot getting tangled in seaweed while saving a young scuba diver, getting oxygen and rest was the best medicine.

Listening to the small beeps of Kurt's machinery, Logan watched as Kurt breathed. Cold hands firmly held onto a three digited hand, periodically feeling veins thumping along to Kurt's heart rhythm.

"You don't have to be attached to his hip." Hank noted. "He's going to be okay."

Silence was all the medically proficient mutant got as Logan's hold tightened. Scanning the Canadian, Hank noted the dark circles starting to form under Logan's eyes. And from what he recalled, he hadn't seen Logan eat much since they got back.

"You need sleep." Hank advised. "He's not going anywhere."

"He nearly drowned Hank." Logan coldly reminded.

"I know."

"He could have died."

"But he didn't. And let's not forget, he saved that young boy's life."

Logan said nothing. Not because he thought that Hank was wrong, or that saving the scuba diver should have died, but because of the man in front of them. An aching feeling sank Logan's heart and a dark cloud fogged his mind.

"At least try to eat." Hank advised, noting that he wasn't going to change the man's mind anytime soon as he excused himself.

In the silent wake of Hank's exit, Logan felt lost. He always worried about Kurt. As his friend, and knowing what the blue mutant had gone through, Logan always looked out for him. People could be cruel, yet Logan never wanted him to hide his true self. He knew Kurt had troubles with family, but wanted him to know that he didn't need blood to have it when he had the X-Men. As his friend, Logan wanted what was best for him and couldn't help but worry about the external forces out to get him.

But now, Logan's worries felt like more than just friendly concerns. It fell deeper now. Watching Kurt dive down and not resurface for several minutes after the Scuba diver did brought out the worse case of panic in Logan. And seeing him almost frozen in place like a corpse on ice scared Logan.

Kurt was strong. Heroic to a fault. Logan never wanted to strip Kurt of that, but seeing him almost die was horrifying. It didn't just terrify him that he almost lost a friend. It felt like a part of his heart was almost ripped out of his chest, and he couldn't quite grasp why. Locking onto Kurt, one of Logan's hands brushed through blackish indigo hair. It caused an unconscious reaction as Kurt's face melted into the hand, causing Logan's heart to skip a beat.

Logan's mind fell onto one question: Out of all the times he had seen Kurt hurt, why was he feeling so strange about it now?

~

Kurt was released two days after his hospitalization. As such, he was allowed to freely roam the halls of the school. Provided he took it easy for a few more days.

The only problem was Logan. The once bedside latched Canadian had all but disappeared. It felt odd. Sure, Logan was distant with most people on most days, but he alway liked to check in with Kurt. Maybe go to the bar, which Kurt hs presently been barred from while he recuperates, or train in the danger room.

The distance had gotten so apparent that Kurt could have swore he was avoiding him. One of the few times Kurt spotted him, he noted Logan distancing himself from the fuzzy blue mutant. It made Kurt wonder if he had done something wrong.

~

He knew he shouldn’t be avoiding Kurt, but he felt like he had to in order to collect himself. He wanted to know why he was feeling so peculiar towards the elf. He needed time to process it and try to find out what he was feeling.

But now, his guilt for abandoning Kurt was high, and he knew he shouldn’t avoid him any longer. As he travelled down the halls, Logan caught a glimpse of a conversation. Upon further observation, it was Kurt and Kitty. Logan stood by the wall’s edge, not wanting to interrupt the conversation.

”What was it like?” Kitty inquired. “Was it like in the movies where air bubbles are all over the place and your panicking?”

”Sort of.” Kurt awkwardly confirmed. “I was certainly panicking, but I don’t think there were that many air bubbles.”

”Why didn’t you teleport?” Her question was a reasonable one. “Surely that would have saved you.”

There was a stagnant pause. Logan was curious as well. Surely Kurt would have ‘ported to safety.

“I was in such a panic that I couldn’t focus on it. My leg was caught and that’s all I could think about. I was already losing oxygen, so even if I did teleport, I could have risked uncertain amounts of damage.”

His reasoning also made sense. If someone is in a panic, the mind may become burry and scared.

”You know, Logan was relly worried about you.” Kitty stated. “He didn’t leave your side once during your stay in the medical bay.”

Another stagnant pause. Though he wasn’t looking directly at the duo, Logan could sense a subtle change in the air. Limbs shifted, crossing as one hand covered Kurt’s mouth. His eyes seemed thankful, but the were sad.

”That’s why he’s avoiding me, isn’t it?” Kurt sighed. “I must have been such a burden to him that he cant stand to be near me.”

Logan swore he heard a saddened sigh escape Kurt. Guilt sank into the Canadian like hot coal on ice. He knew his avoidance might not have been wise, but he didn’t want Kurt thinking he was a burden.

”No.” Kitty gasped. “He’s your friend.”

“Then why does he run from me?” Kurt asked, letting out a whimper.

There was no time to react before Kurt found himself thrown over a shoulder. And it wasn’t until he felt movement that he realized who grabbed him. Logan shot Kitty a glance confirming that he had this handled, to which she nodded, a little concerned, but understood that he needed to talk to Kurt.

~

Kurt was tossed on the bed unceremoniously as Logan shut the door. The blue mutant flopped around for a moment before sitting up. Once he did, Logan was leaning over him, hands clamping to the sides of his face.

”Logan, what are you doing?” Kurt shakily asked, not knowing if he should be afraid or not.

There was no time to get an answer before warm, smoke scented lips collided with Kurt’s. Golden eyes widened in shock and a deep purple tint heated Kurt’s cheeks. Nothing and no one moved, as passion absorbed the duo.

Upon release, Kurt took a deep breathe. His once alarmed expression now one of unexpected awe. Golden eyes locked with blue ones as callous hands continued to hold onto Kurt’s face.

”Don’t you ever think you’re a burden, Elf.” Logan requested. “You never were one, and I’m sorry if I made you feel that way.” A softer kiss landed on Kurt’s forehead. “I was just so scared after you nearly drowned. More so than I have ever been since the day we met. You’re strong, saintly, and smart, but when I saw you limp, it felt like I was hit by a train. I was so confused and worried, and I didn’t know why.” Hands moved to Kurt’s shoulders, pulling him into a hug. “I love you Kurt Wagner. I love you, you fuzzy elf.”

Speechless, Kurt processed everything Logan just told him. It was a relief to know that he wasn’t a burden to Logan, but he hadn’t expected the confession. It certainly put things into perspective for Kurt. Not only that, but it got him to realize something himself. In all of the years that they knew each other, Kurt would be lying if he said he wasn’t fond of Logan. Fondness that, as of late, felt less platonic, and more affectionate. Shuffling back slightly, he looked at Logan.

”I love you too, you oversized teddy bear.” Kurt replied.

This time, it was Logan who was speechless, giving Kurt just enough time to steal a soft kiss of his own. When Logan relaxed, he returned it with a subtle amount of passion. Breaking apart felt lonesome, but both needed to breathe. Logan finally got himself situated, sitting next to Kurt.

“It feels nice.” Logan mused, holding Kurt’s hand. “Knowing what I’m feeling and that it’s mutual. I’d never want you to force you.”

”I know.” Kurt figured, resting his head on Logan’s shoulder. “And you’re not. We’ve always been the odd couple. In friendship and now in romance. Not that I’m complaining. It’s… nice.”

Though putting it mildly, nice summed it up perfectly. That said, without uttering a word, they both knew it would take time to get used to this new chapter in their story, and they knew it wasn’t going to be all sunshine and rainbows. However, neither regret it in this moment, and both knew this was only the beginning.

[dragonrider9905]

No One Outranks the Medic

Hey @imabeautifulbutterfly! I know this fic is short and hastily written, so it may not be the best, but I wanted to do something to put a smile back on your face. I hope you feel better soon! Just a small gift. I hope you enjoy it. (I'll put the link to Ao3 tomorrow, it's getting really late where I am so I need to head to bed for work tomorrow. Just wanted to get this to you though!!!!) 🤗

Warning: medics getting pushy

Summery: Wolffe, Rex, and Fox get injured and come down with a nasty flu. Their respective medics decide to have a field day with it, using whatever means necessary to treat their uncooperative patients.

“Rex, your medic is the worst.” Fox grumbled with a slur, sloppily pulling the sheets over his head. He thought he could disappear from view that way. That Kix wouldn’t find him again. Silly him.

“Don’t I know it.” Rex rubbed his forehead. “But I can’t say he’s worse than yours. Blaze is a kriffing nightmare.” 

“If you two don’t be quiet, they’ll come in and check on us again. I don’t fancy seeing any of our medics anytime soon.”

“That’s because you’re so grumpy your medic has to out-grumpy you Woofe.” Rex sniffed and wiped his nose. “I can’t ah ah *ahchew!* imagine why they have to be so mean. We’re stellar patients.”

“Riiiiiiight, Captain, that’s why we caught you getting out of bed twice?” Blackeye tapped his foot impatiently, arms crossed and signature look of annoyance on his face.

Whoops. When did he come in?!?!?

“Hey, Torrent Company is a ‘and fu-ll. -Ou shuld ty i-it som time. I need a Copany to go ba’ to.” Rex’s stuffy nose grew more annoying by the minute, he rubbed it furiously till it was bright red. “Fives set fire to the barracks last time trying to barbecue after hours…I sound worse than it is. I’m fine really, Blackeye. I’m perfectly fine. If you could sign off on my release papers…”

Kix walked in.

“Shoot.” Rex mumbled and moved to hide like Fox was. “Go away and le’ me die in peace.”

“No way, Cap. Let me see that shoulder of yours.”

Rex burrowed further. 

“Ooooor do I have to sedate you again?”

Rex flipped a flap down to let his angry displeased glare of displeasure and disappointment show.

“You wouldn’t.” The words came out low and gravelly.

“Oh I would.”

With a roll of his eyes, Rex presented his arm. With a smirk, Kix got to work changing the bandage.

“Why are we getting picked on and not Fox? No fair.”

“Oh he is next.” Blaze cut in, making his entrance. “Sorry, Commander, no caff. It’s not good to mix that with your flu medicine. It’ll make your stomach upset. Again. And I’m not cleaning up your sick for the second time after you retrieve some from your secret stash. So I swiped it! No more secret runs. You’ll get some sleep for once.”

“I’ll take my chances.” The mound under the sheets spoke. “Give me caff or give me death.”

“Neither is an option, Sir.”

Fox groaned. “That’s an order. You can’t do that.”

Blackeye grinned. “Oh yes he can. Wanna know why?” 

“No.” Wolffe growled, crossing his arms over his chest so his medic couldn’t get to his chest wound.

“We’ll, you’re going to hear it anyway.” Blaze chuckled.

“No one, I mean absolutely no one, outranks the medic!” Kix clearly was enjoying his moment of glory and vindication too much. 

Blaze ripped the blanket off Fox. “Let me see your side, Sir….why are you lying on it? You’ll make it worse.” 

“Not having caff makes it worse.”

“I’ll cut off your supply for however long I want, even after you recover, if you don’t cooperate.”

Fox whined in complete despair, face down in his pillow. “Nooooooooooo.”

He rolled over but brought the pillow with him, to keep his face covered. “No one is allowed to see a grown Commander cry. Because we don’t cry. We’re fine. Right fellas? I’m not crying. Crying is for cadets.” Fox muffled.

“Right, tears are unbeknownst to us—ow!” 

“Oh dear I think you’re already going through caff withdrawal. Not cool.” Blaze shook his head.

Meanwhile, Wolffe glared down his medic, trying to get at his chest.

“Do you want me to tell Plo’buir you’re being uncooperative? You’ll make him sad and disappointed and worried. Do you want to do that to Plo’buir?”

“That’s low.” 

“I can go lower.” 

Wolffe lowered his arms right away.

“Wimp.”

“Shut up, Rex. You’ve never experienced General Koon’s look of disappointment. I don’t think General Skywalker was dissatisfied with you ever so you don’t have that look to compare it to either, not that it’s anything close.” 

“General Koon is never displeased with you, only when you don’t take care of yourself, and that’s fair.” Blackeye shrugged, unconcerned. 

“Okay, you all need some rest.” Kix stretched his muscles. “We’ll be back later, so behave. Relax. Don’t worry about anything other than getting better.”

“No, we need to get back to work. A Captain’s and Commanders’ work is never done.” 

“You need to go nighty night.” 

“No.”

“Do we really need to pound you and blackmail you into self care? Why must you make our lives so—“ Blaze was cut off by Fox.

“Entertaining?”

“I was going to use a different word. You bunch are a—“

“Delight?”

“Again, not the word I was going to use.” 

“Now that your bandages are changed, your medicine taken and general checkup complete …” Blackeye started.

The three patients simultaneously threw their blankets over their heads, while the medics sighed and gave each other looks. More specifically, the ‘why us’ look.

“We’ll get you hot chocolate.” 

“We promise.”

“We won’t forget our favorite patients.” 

“Aww we’re the favorites?” Fox sniffed and grinned under the sheets.

Rex peaked out suspiciously, “Tank you, Kix.”

“I take back all those nasty things I said about you. And all the things I didn’t say, just thought. You’re the best.” Wolffe reappeared with a grin. 

“We know.”

“But, how will you get your hands on some? That’s top stuff….no one is allowed to access the stuff.” Rex said despondently.

“It’ll make you feel better so we’ll take the shot.”

“No one normal, maybe, but…”

“Remember, no one outranks the medic. Now go to sleep and get some rest!”

The general groan was translated to ‘yes sir’.

The medics nodded satisfactorily. Another job well done. Their testy but lovably leaders would live to fight another day.

[dreamcatchers-husband]

TSR Pt 3

Male Reader X Dreamcatcher Siyeon

Length: 1200+

Tags: Quckie, Creampie

Last Pt

A/N-Made this a quick one.

A couple of days and another tour stop passed and you currently found yourself in Louisville, Kentucky. The concert had just ended as you found yourself in the van, heading back to the hotel. On your shoulders, you had the resting heads of both Your girlfriend Minji and the clutz Yoohyeon.

“They really had fun today huh?” 

“You can say that again. It’s only been 3 stops but we somehow get more and more energy at each one. Plus we get a bit wilder.” 

“I’m surprised I haven’t gotten a call from the company yet Sua. As you said, you get wild more each stop.” 

“I’m sure they are happy with the press it gives.” 

“True Gahyeon, true.” 

At that time you feel the van stop as the door opens. Shaking both Yoohyeon and Jiu, you wake them up as everyone begins to exit the van. Helping the two girls out, you all made it inside the hotel and began to walk inside. 

“Ladies, what do you guys want for dinner?” 

“I’m just gonna order room service.” 

Most of the other girls nod in agreement with Sua except for Siyeon. 

“Can I go eat at the restaurant connected to the hotel?” 

“Oh yeah, that’s fine. I can join you if you want?” 

“If you are tired you don’t need to but I would love the company.” 

“Nah, I'm hungry too. Ladies have a good rest then.” 

Jiu then walks up to you and kisses you on the lips. 

“Love you, Goodnight.” 

“Night sweetie. Night ladies” 

“Goodnight!” 

With your farewells done, both parties go in separate directions with you and Siyeon walking into the restaurant. The two of you get quickly seated with the menus placed in front of you. 

Looking over the menu, you place it down and look up seeing Siyeon made up her mind already as well. 

The waitress that walked over seemed annoyed she was at work, but honestly, you can’t blame her knowing how these jobs can be from your younger years. 

Ordering is quick as you both ask for the same thing, A chicken wrap and beer.

“Just one beer and no more ok?” 

“Just one Oppa.” 

3 beers each later. 

You Weren’t drunk but tipsy and Siyeon was feeling the same. Knowing you have an early morning the next day you raise your hand and ask for the check. Once you get the bill you look at it and take out some cash and place it on the table. 

Standing up from your seat, Siyeon does the same and grabs onto your arm. The walk to the elevator is silent. Standing in front of it you begin to feel Siyeons breast touch your arm. Wanting to ignore it you press the button once more, and the elevator appears. 

Walking in Siyeon continues to hold onto your arm until the doors close. Once the doors close you feel yourself get pushed to the wall, as well as a pair of lips attached to your own. You didn’t even fight it as you closed your eyes and pulled Siyeon in deeper into the kiss. 

A minute passes as you both pull back for some air. Siyeon then brings her mouth to your neck and proceeds to give it small kisses and bites. 

The ding of the elevator gets both of your attention as you both pull back from each other and fix yourself to look presentable. Luckily no one was waiting for the elevator as you both stepped out. 

Walking over to your door you pull out your room key and unlock the door and look back at Siyeon. 

“You have an early schedule and we shou-“ 

Just like in the elevator you felt a push on your body as Siyeon entered your room with you. The sound of rapid feet lovely gets your attention as Siyeon jumps into your arms and kisses you once more. The dreamcatcher should be resting but from the looks of it, she wouldn't be sleeping anytime soon. 

Falling back on your bed, Siyeon jumps off your lap and you look up at her. She hadn’t changed from her stage outfit so her top was see-through, showing you the small piece of fabric covering her breast. Aggressively, Siyeon rips off all of her clothes at a near superhuman speed. Hands quickly make it to your belt as it comes undone. As your pants come down, your manager duties come back to mind. 

“Siyeon we shouldn’t today.” 

“Shut up. It’s my turn for this cock.” 

A sudden lick on your cock makes your whole body jolt alive. Once her lips wrapped around your cock, Siyeon knew she had you snared. Almost as if she had been starved, Siyeon begins to bob her head at a rapid speed. Most of the dreamcatcher members like to start things off slowly but Siyeon loved to just get straight to the point. 

GLUK GLUK GLUK. 

That’s the only thing you could hear in your room as Siyeon lowered your cock repeatedly down her throat. Grabbing some of her hair, you moved it to the side and saw the look she was giving you. She wanted you to shove your length further down. 

Reaching for her head you begin to slowly push her mouth further and further down your length until she reaches as deep as possible. Holding her down you look at Siyeon as her eyes slowly begin to water. With a tap on your leg, you let go as Siyeon pulls her head back, gasping for air. With a. Few more licks on your shaft, Siyeon stands back up and jumps on your lap. 

Taking your shirt off, Siyeon then lines her pussy with your length and slowly begins to lower herself. The warm feeling surrounding your cock is amazing as you fill her completely. 

As before Siyeon begins to build up speed on your cock, bouncing up and down. Seeing her breasts move in tandem with your movements makes you crave her even more. Leaning forward you take her left breast into your mouth. As you give her nipple small licks you feel her pussy begin to tighten around your shaft. Once you begin to give her nipple small sucks you hear screams begin to leave your friends mouth. 

“Fuck keep going! Keep fucking my pussy and make me cum.” 

Moving your hand down to her folds you spread them a bit and find her clit. Rubbing it in a clockwise motion you feel her pussy begin to feel her walls tighten more and more around your cock. It must have been the alcohol as both of your leaks are arriving. 

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” 

“Me too. Dump that load in my puss-“ 

Siyeon didn’t even finish her sentence as a rush of fluids hit your legs. As Siyeon was holding around from her orgasm, her wall began to milk you of all you have. Four shots of your load fill her pussy as you both drop flat on your bed. 

Panting for air, you both begin to laugh after that great “session”. 

“I’m not entirely stupid. We only had time for a quickie. Either way, you should know not to say no to me when I want to fuck.” 

“Well sorry, I remember we both have jobs to do in the morning.” 

“Yeah yeah. Let’s just sleep. We have to get up early.” 

Pulling yourselves up to the pillows you both lay your heads on them and begin to go off to sleep. 

You can only wonder what sex session you might have in the rest of this tour. 

[sonicfanthenightfury5099]

I absolutely LOVE you Michael Myers werewolf au❤️ Do you mind writing a fic where his s/o gets abducted or hurt and he tries to get them back or get revenge? Totally fine if your uncomfortable or don’t want to

Hmmm, that's an interesting idea. Maybe I will have this in bullet points cause I don't know how to put this into a fic persay.

And aww, I'm glad you love my Werewolf AU Anon😊

Werewolf! Michael's reaction to his s/o being hurt by someone

This would be a victim to be that he was chasing through the rural areas of Haddonfield.

They managed to get into your house from the unlocked back door, you hearing the door open, then shut, made you think Michael came home from his hurt.

Calling his name, wondering if it's him. No response. You started to be suspicious about who got into your house uninvited.

Coming to the first floor, carefully walking to the living, you ran into the intruder, scaring you and them in the process cause them to hit you.

Michael opening the door in hot presuit of his next kill.

He stopped in his tracks, seeing you on the floor unconscious with his soon to be dead Victim standing right there.

Let's just say he took them outside, screaming and clawing out of the door to give them a brutal death for hurting you, his mate.

By the time he's done, he's ripping the victim into a bloody mess (The Best example to describe that is if ever watched Dog Soldiers, those Werewolf turn their victims into pools of blood) he makes his way inside to see if you are OK.

He changes back in his human self as he wraps his arms around you, still breathing, which he's reviled to feel as he holds you tight, hoping you would awaken anytime soon.

Kissing your bruised face, your eyes slowly open. Michael had tears forming in his eyes, seeing you awaken. He was holding you tighter cause he failed the one thing since, to protect you.

Stroking his tear and blood-stained cheeks as comfort.

Comforting your crying Werewolf, giving him kiss to show you still love him.

He'll calm down afterwards, putting your legs across his lap and rocking you slowly.

"Michael." "Yeah?" He replied. "Next time you're hunting, keep your prey away from the house in the near future." You said to him. "I'll keep that in check." He replied, brushing your hair out of your eyes

He did remember to keep prey away from your house.

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Took me a bit, but I managed to write this. :)