#but then i remember he literally already chokes me and gags me w his fingers and stuff so like no yes he’ll also find it hot

[sickybubbies]

A/n: Y'all I realised there's really not enough pregnant Jungkook on here with Jikook ofc I'm a sucker for them lately. Anyway, sorry for the crappy ending, enjoy!

TW: Emeto, Mpreg

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"You alright babe?" Jimin rasps, leaning up so he was perching on his elbow as he squints his eyes where he could make out a faint figure of Jungkook half climbing; hauling himself onto the bed under the early greys of the morning. 

"Mhmm," Jungkook hums quietly for a response, grimacing at the acid like texture in his throat that he was left with after throwing up. It was raw and strained, and Jungkook didn't like it one bit. He huffs and slips a hand under his shirt to hold on to his pudgy stomach, for two reasons. It was pushing past the waistline of his sweats from how bloated he was, after expelling the contents of his stomach routinely which tires him out endlessly and he wants to rip his insides out. 

But Jungkook decides to be forgiving, because he's a few weeks into carrying the beautiful baby that he and Jimin had always dreamed about having. The pair had spent days and nights, with Jimin's head on Jungkook's torso as they both squabbled about how they'd raise their child way back in the boyfriend phase. (“One baby with your short genes, one with my tall genes and my good looks, how's that sound?" "Yah!") Jungkook reminds himself that it was all gonna be worth it in the end, it's always worth it. He imagines just how bright Jimin's eyes were to get once their baby was here, if it wasn't bright enough when Jungkook told him the news of his pregnancy; he fears he'd metaphorically go blind from his joy. 

"I've just been sick." He murmurs, leaning back onto the headboard. Jungkook slouches, the energy sucked out of his bones as he shuts his eyes to hopefully regroup himself.

Jimin hums in acknowledgement, more awake now that he was aware of his husband's strife and leans over to press a generous kiss to his forehead. He wasn't going to let the younger deal with it alone, though the ones he accidentally sleeps through he's always up and at his service when needed and to smother him in love for afterwards. 

"I thought you were gonna. I could hear your tummy all night going squelch squelch" He mumbles playfully, hoping it would lighten the dreadful atmosphere. Jimin places a hand on Jungkook's stomach and begins to rub circles into it, hoping it would ease him some.

 The latter's abs had begun to disappear and his stomach was slightly dome shaped from the swell he had, his skin was softer and squishier the closer he gets to the second trimester and Jimin couldn't keep his hands off of Jungkook. In his defense, his husband looked adorable pregnant, he adored the sight so much and loved the tiny being to bits already. 

"Shut up Chim, listening to you is making me wanna vomit again" Jungkook groans, shifting on the mattress so he could get comfortable and pressing a fist to his lips as he feels his stomach fizzle up and an airy burp escape from his lips. 

Jimin pouts, he begins carding through Jungkook's soft purple hair. "Still feel bad? Aren't you supposed to feel better after bringing everything up?" He questions, his heart clenching as he watches Jungkook's face begin to pale and paint a tinge of green. 

Jungkook shrugs. "Dunno about that hyung, I don't feel better at all. I feel queasy" He admits, he'd learnt to vocalize to the older about how he felt; if he doesn't it's gonna end up with another one of Jimin's shirts in the wash, trust he's been there and learnt his lesson. 

"My baby…" Jimin coos softly, propping up next to him and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. He keeps his fingers in Jungkook's hair, looking down at him and kissing the crown of his head as he slowly scratches his scalp. He holds the younger tighter when he stiffens and moans, his brows furrowing from the pain and havoc the nausea was causing in Jungkook's stomach from how he nuzzles his nose into Jimin's chest. "It's one of those days huh? Crackers and water, maybe some ginger ale if we feel less stubborn. How long does lil' bean plan to keep you sick for anyways?" 

"That feels nice..." Jungkook mumbles out, relaxing a little. Jimin's soft yet aimless conversations helped keep him distracted, and so were his gentle touches they did a great job in lulling him to sleep. 

Speaking of which, Jungkook is just about to drift into dreamland in the comfort of Jimin's arms when his stomach churns again. He feels a splash of bitter bile in the back of his throat, almost like the residue of sick that was still sitting at his throat from earlier. He almost sits upright, clenching his throat and covering his mouth as he belches. It catches Jimin's attention. 

"Jungkookie, Jungkookie" Jimin says in a haste, cursing under his breath as he looks around for anything Jungkook to spew in without jostling his stomach too much. His eyes drawing back to the younger one in worry when he next hears a wet gag which meant he couldn't hold on any longer now that his hand was leaving his mouth. 

Jimin looks around and finds the glass bowl he had on his side table which Jungkook had brought him months back, he sighs in relief. It was stashed with a bunch of sweets and random bits that he's quickly dumping out. He snags it up and under Jungkook's chin, straightening up with him and clicking his tongue when Jungkook whines and protests. 

"It's okay, Jungkookie it's okay, do it here. In here babe, I'll clean it don't worry. It's just a bowl" He assures softly, lowering it slightly so it wasn't right in his face as he slowly massages the back of his neck. 

Jungkook whimpers, feeling his stomach slosh and his muscles tense as he wraps an arm around his middle. He barely registers Jimin turning the lamp on before he's disgorging a stream of vomit into the bowl. 

He pants and grunts, jolting with a hiccup. His breath gets caught in his throat and he gags, coughing and spluttering before more chunky liquid is brought up which splashes into the bowl. Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut, just the fact that it looked so much like his dinner still sent his stomach into another wheel. 

"That's it, let it out Kookie, my sweet boy." Jimin hums, digging under the sick man's shirt and rubbing up and down his arched back. He grimaces when Jungkook retches again, throwing up even more which makes his heart ache.

"You're doing well bun, I'm so proud of you. Keep going until you feel like you've finished" He encourages, kissing his shoulder and pulling him closer before pausing when Jungkook sobs. 

"H-hyung…" Jungkook chokes out, hiccuping as fat tears roll down his rosy and embarrassed cheeks. Usually, he's never one to cry so easily but pregnancy hormones had him spiralling into a pouty and emotional wreckage in a flash. Something was gnawing at him. 

"Jungkookie" Jimin whispers so he didn't startle him, stroking his hair back as he listened. 

"W-why this bowl… I got you it f-for our anniversary!" Jungkook cries out making Jimin flinch, his mouth wide in realisation now that Jungkook's refusal to puke earlier was because he didn't want to do it in such a meaningful, meaningful bowl. He forgot Jungkook was so peculiar about the little things. 

"Y-you could've gotten-" Jungkook hiccups. "A-another bowl o-or the trashcan. I w-worked so hard to get you this. Do you know how much it cost me on our holiday? N-now I've been sick in it i-it's all ruined I fucking h-hate you" He rambles, in the spur of his overriding emotions he misses Jimin's amused expression.

"Cute" He murmurs under his breath with a quiet chuckle, wiping his tears with his sleeve. "I'm sorry. I'll clean it up, squeaky clean and good as new. You won't even remember that you've been sick in it. I'm serious!" Jimin's voice raises a pitch as Jungkook looks at him unconvinced, his doe eyes still holding tears.

"Gimmie a kiss" He giggles, crawling forward while moving the bowl away as Jungkook groans loudly and scrunches his nose and tilts his head back. "A-ah ew no I've literally- Jimin I just puke-" He stammers, pursing his lips as Jimin eventually steals a kiss from him.

His tears were dry now, the fit subsided and it was only laughter and giggles together even if Jungkook's morning was off to a rough start Jimin always made it better. 

[meltwonu]

| 🎃 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖍 🎃 |

↪ ✦ bitch ✦

this chapter pairing; warlock!seungkwan x witch!reader

genre&warnings; warlock!seungkwan, witch!reader, enemies!au(not hate fucking tho), hallucinations/tripping, high sex, cockwarming, overstimulation, forced orgasm, the smallest bit of switch!seungkwan, dirty talk 🥴

notes; it’s the way the draft for this chapter was completely different for me 🤪 He was a lot meaner in the draft but my natural thought was like HE WOULDNT BE THAT MEAN 😩😩 lmao fjkhkfh also can we just have a laugh at the fact seungkwan was doing a we remember kpop vlive and todays his monster mash fic day? thank u sir for all the content 🤣💕 As always, thank you for your interest with Monster Mash~ 3 chapters left! Say a prayer that maybe drunk me will post the last three in order!!! Have a great weekend! Be safe!! I love you!!! 💕 👻 🎃 

word count; ~1700

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - x - x - x

we do things a different way;

it’s up to you and it’s up to me

i’m your bitch, you’re my bitch!

boom, boom!

You hurry down the dirt path towards the small home where you knew Seungkwan would be; adrenaline coursing through your veins.

Of course this would happen.

You let out a frustrated noise, hoping that you were right in assuming Seungkwan had taken the spell book from your own home; there was no time to waste if your assumptions were wrong.

“That fucking bastard, I swear when I get my hands on him!” Mumbling angrily, you enter the clearing in front of his small abode; hands balled up into fists at your sides.

In fairness, part of it was probably your fault for leaving the spell book unattended and without a protection spell to keep it safe, but also, you’d only been gone for about ten minutes.

Unfortunately, that’d been enough time for Seungkwan to sneak in and take the book for himself.

You’d known Seungkwan for a while now and you’d even go so far as to say from your early teens. He was always using his magic for silly pranks and while he’d never done anything harmful with his magic yet, there were definitely spells in your spell book that could be used for harm if in the wrong hands.

You march up to his door, forcing it open as you storm in.

“Where the fuck are you, Seungkwan!?”

Scanning the small space, you walk around, no sign of the male anywhere in sight. You head up the small set of stairs to the second floor; noting one of the two doors was cracked open slightly with light coming from inside.

You all but sprint towards it, flinging the door open as you find Seungkwan holding a vial of liquid with the spell book open in front of him on the table. “You son of a bitch, Seungkwan!”

“Hey, wait, don’t----”

You slap the vial out of his hands as it knocks another one off of the table, plumes of purple and red smoke filling the air as the two of you start to cough violently. “Fuck, why did you do that!?” He shouts, trying to cover his mouth and nose from the odd smelling smoke.

“What the hell are you trying to do!?” You scream back, eyes watering as you, too, try to cover your mouth and nose.

“Fuck!” His fingertips wrap around your wrist as he tugs hard, pulling you out of the room and into the one directly across from it. He slams the door once the two of you are inside, coughs and gags filling up the space.

“Seungkwan, what---what the hell!? What was t-that!?” You shoot him an incredulous look, brows furrowed when he starts to look a little weird in your eyes.

Did Seungkwan always have four eyes? Or was it eight?

“Damn it!” Seungkwan mutters, sitting down on the bed in the middle of the room. “It was just one of your stupid illusion spells, okay? And maybe if you didn’t slap the damn vial out of my hands and make it knock off whatever god knows was in that other vial, I wouldn’t be seeing two of you right now!”

“Wait? You’re----You’re seeing t-things too?”

“Well, duh. I mean I don’t think it’s supposed to be quite like this but then again neither of the liquids in those vials were meant to mix on the floor either.”

You stumble over to the bed where Seungkwan sits, mouth hanging open as you stop in front of him. Leaning down, you stop until you’re face to face with him, shaky fingers reaching out to touch his cheeks where his other two eyes seemed to be.

“You have, um, four eyes?” You whisper.

“Oh, god. What did those vials do.” Groaning, he flops back onto the bed. “I don’t know what the hell that mixture is doing but it’s not good.”

You sit on the bed next to him, throat oddly dry.

There’s a weird warmness that floods your senses at the same time the room starts to shift; body swaying slightly as you let out a soft moan.

“Seungkwan, there’s s-something weird h-happening…”

“Oh no, don’t tell me you’re feeling it too…”

There’s two things you always promised yourself.

One: Keep the spell book safe.

Two: Don’t fuck Seungkwan. Even if you thought he was really handsome.

“Stop moving, damn it.” Seungkwan growls; hands on your hip as he keeps you in place. You drool slightly in response, head rolling and blown out pupils finding it hard to focus on the male when he had two heads. “M-me? You’re the one who w-won’t stop moving!”

You sit in Seungkwan’s lap, his cock snug inside of your pussy. His lap is exorbitantly covered in your wetness as the two of you stay unmoving; accusing each other of moving every few minutes. Or so what you both thought.

God only knew how much time had already passed.

Blinking slowly, you convince yourself you’re as still as a stone; soft giggles spilling from your lips. “What---what the hell are you laughing at?” Seungkwan mumbles, pupils shaking as he tries to focus on your swaying body.

“I’m---I’m suuuuuper still right now. Can’t you tell?”

“No, you literally w-won’t stop moving. How many times am I going to say i-it?”

Groaning in response, you swivel your hips slightly, “No, see idiot, that was me moving!” Seungkwan’s already overly sensitive; moans spilling from his lips at the simple movement.

“This is the worst, I can’t believe you’re sitting on my cock like this right now. I mean you’re hot, yeah, but fuck.”

“Wow, thanks Seungkwan, that made me feel great.”

The two of you fall into a somewhat comfortable silence and you find yourself slowly leaning down until your head rests against his shoulder. You can’t stop the drool that pools on his skin underneath your mouth; eyes focused on the wall that seems to warp endlessly.

“Seungkwan…”

“Hmm?”

“I think I want to cum.”

“Okay. Go ahead.”

“Okay.”

You lift your head from his shoulder, a trail of saliva connecting your mouth to his skin making you laugh. “Oops.”

Seungkwan’s blunt nails dig into the skin of your waist, mouth parted slightly. “Didn’t even have to do anything and you’re already gonna cum, huh?” You reach a hand down between your bodies, a shocked expression on your face when you feel just how wet you really were. “I’m---s-soaking…”

“I can tell.”

Your fingers rub circles on your clit, loud moans and whines falling from your lips at the way your body is already on the edge of an orgasm. “Ngh, ‘m already c-close…” Your eyes clamp shut as you start swiveling your hips; odd patterns dancing behind your eyelids as you start to feel the tension snap.

“Ah, Seungkwan!”

He feels your walls fluttering around him and despite him trying to resist all of his urges, he can’t deny the way he wants to press you into the sheets underneath him.

So much for self control, he thinks.

It only takes a split second before Seungkwan is using all of his strength to reverse your positions as your back meets the bedsheets. You let out a choked sob as the pleasure continues to wash over you and Seungkwan starts to chase his own pleasure as he starts fucking you.

The sound of your wetness makes you blush a little as Seungkwan chuckles under his breath. “Don’t worry, I know this isn’t all my doing. I’m not that big of a jackass.” You open your bleary eyes; attempting to focus on Seungkwan as the ceiling behind him turns into a black hole. “Uh---uh huh…”

The remnants of your orgasm start to ebb away and you honestly can't even tell when your fingers went still on your clit, but you close your eyes, moving your hands to his forearms. “You okay?” He asks.

“Yeah, s’just everything’s f-fuzzy and--and it feels like I’m f-falling…”

Seungkwan fucks into you faster, brows furrowed. “Shit, I--I’m already close t-too.”

A weird wave of emotions wash over you and you find yourself oddly wanting to dominate Seungkwan. “Yeah? Gonna cum? You get to fuck my pussy for what, 2 seconds, and you’re already close? You’re so weak, baby boy. But okay, go ahead.”

You laugh deliriously, nails digging into the skin of his forearms as he lets out a choked sob. “Ah, ‘m s-sorry, I just--I can’t help i-it…” He whines, overcome with an odd feeling, himself.

“I know you can’t help it, baby boy. You’re just so easy.”

His moans become breathy and he finds himself mentally trying to fight off the way he wants you to keep talking to him.

Seungkwan bites his lip, growling. “Fuck!” His hips piston into you, cock throbbing as he finally cums. The feeling makes you moan and Seungkwan quickly finds himself annoyed almost as quickly as he felt himself wanting to submit to you.

He places his thumb on your clit as his orgasm washes over him, rubbing harsh circles on the nub as your back bows off the bed and his hips stutter.

“Ah, S-Seungkwan, wa---wait, I--I can’t, I’m t-too sensitive…” You mewl, thighs shaking as the sting of overstimulation starts to bleed into pleasure quicker than you can process.

“Don’t care, you’re gonna cum again. I know you want to.”

And you hate how right he is.

Your choked cries mix with his sultry groans and when your second orgasm hits you, it feels like it lasts forever.

You can only assume that Seungkwan feels exactly what you’re feeling.

It takes a second for your body to finally go slack and your chest heaves in deep breaths. “O-oh my… g-god…” 

Seungkwan groans, pulling out of you as he lays down next to you in bed, completely spent as the room continues to spin. “It feels like I’m falling but I’m--I’m not...” He whispers. Your thighs continue to tremble even when you sit up, slumping forward slightly as you gain some of your senses back.

You turn to Seungkwan, watching as he starts to get overcome with the desire to sleep. 

“Are you tired, Seungkwan?” He only nods once, eyes already closing as he gives in. 

“I jus’ needa s-sleep for--for one minute...” Seungkwan mumbles. 

You had to get the book before he got up. 

Whether or not your body wanted to cooperate.

When Seungkwan wakes up, he doesn’t know how long it’s been.

His head is pounding and he’s naked is all he knows. 

“What... happened?” He whispers to himself; eyes dancing over to the window. 

It was still night time.... 

...Ah, shit! The book!

Seungkwan gets up from the bed, tripping over his own feet as he all but rips the door open to find the door to his study still open. He sighs frustratedly, turning back to get dressed before he assessed the situation.

Clearly, the two of you had experienced something bizarre together. That was for sure. 

Once he gets his clothes back on, he heads over to his study, already noticing that some of the things on his shelves were gone. He groans, knowing you’d taken important ingredients that it’d taken him weeks to collect.

A small note sits on his table, held down by a small dagger and he leans in close to read what it says; rolling his eyes almost immediately.

“An eye for an eye, bitch! x” 

[angelicichor]

Some N//SF//W headcanons for some of my favourite slashers bc I can't sleep:

Michael Myers (RZ) :

• It's no surprise that he is rougher in bed, dominating is what he does and it comes to him easily, with that huge body of his

• Yet there's always some gentleness to his movements, an awareness that you're weaker than him and he needs to be careful with you, because even if the idea of you breaking at his touch is arousing, the fear of losing someone precious to him (again) keeps him focused.

• His fingers are trained both in craft and destruction, so I can say that him fingering you? A dream come true. He's watching you every time, a coy smile on his face, learning from your reactions as you melt in his touch. And every time you come just a bit quicker.

• If you really want to be D E S T R O Y E D - bite him. Literally. Don't draw blood though because he is going to probably almost kill you for that. But biting? Oh boy. Get ready to be set in fucking place. He's the monster here, he hurts you, not the other way around and he'll make sure you remember that.

• He'll make it a point not to use his knife though, he wants to show you HIS own power, so you fear him, not the damned weapon. He switches them out like toys anyways.

• I you go down that route prepare for pain. And I mean it. That man killed enough people to know where to press for your bones and muscles to scream under his touch, he'll dig his thumbs into your jaw as he grinds against you, choke you just with his knee on your chest when he's getting his dick hard, shove his hand down your throat, making you gag or choke, smilling the whole time, watching your tears form. You started this so see it through, he has MANY ideas on how to make you crumble.

• And trust me? You'll love it.

• Now the most surprising part? After he'd come and you're a panicked mess on the bed, half aware of everything around you, you'd feel your body lift slightly, then something warm envelop you.

• That's Michael, lifting you up, pulling you close to him and lulling you in his arms, using his raspy voice to calm you down, to tell you you're safe now and there will be no more pain... Until next time, that is.

Thomas Hewitt:

• Oh, Tommy's a kind giant, alright. Had his fair share of practice in careful touch making his masks, but there's some of that butcher roughness in there too, so expect his fingering to be a bit more... Insensitive.

• He'll be too absorbed with looking at your adorable expression to realize he's being a bit too rough, too mesmerized by the way you pull his hair and moan to see that his pace is too quick. If you want a slower and calmer ride, take the lead, whisper his name and pull his gaze a bit higher, to your eyes, let him absorb your beauty and use that to guide his movements.

• He loves you too much to resist you if you want to call the shots for a night, but just this once, okay? He ain't a bottom, Charlie taught him 'better' than that.

• Don't tease the boy too much though, because he ain't afraid to push you over the table and give you a solid ass slapping session. In this house discipline is all, and you're definietly lacking in it if you think you can grind against him like that and not take responsibility.

• But oh is it delightful to hear this man's aroused laugh when you beg for forgiveness, his firm hand decisively slapping you muscle, just in the right spot to make you squirm, leaving the flesh reddened for more than a day and you unable to sit properly.

• And just when you think he's done and you're off the hook he hauls your ass down into his basement on his shoulder and lies you down on a still bloodied table, pressing against your heat with his erection, chuckling lowly at your gasp as you feel just how hard he is.

• You don't have to wait long for him to slam into you, filling you to the brim, bit of pre-cum on his tip. He's always such a delicious fit.

• Still, while he's not slow in his movements he ain't brutal like Mikey either. It'd rather say it depends on whether he wants to make you both feel good or make you suffer just a bit longer.

• If there's blood involved though, he ain't gonna be waiting for nothing, it does something to him, even if it's not yours, he just adores that metallic smell, it makes him so light headed. He loves painting on your body with it too, but only once he realizes you ain't scared of a bit of gore. If you're squeamish he'd never even consider bringing you into the basement.

• In all honestly if you're into blood play, just pass him a knife and give him the sweetest smile you can, he'll catch on, don't worry. He's a damn professional too, so don't worry about fainting form blood loss, he got you covered.

• But his biggest secret is... He's a slut for rock and metal music. Greet him with Slipknot or Korn playing in your bedroom in the evening and he'll quickly be over you, eating you alive with his gaze, those hungry, hungry eyes.

• He ain't a dancer but let me tell you, he'll time his thrusts perfectly to the song you're playing, it's uneven, seemingly chaotic, rough, then soft, heated all the way through and you're loosing yourself to it, just as he is.

• Don't call him an animal, but he's definietly a beast then, clawing at your skin as he goes deeper, growling into your ear, one hand choking you into obedience and other bruising your hip in his obsessive grip.

• Even through the loud music you can hear and feel his heartbeat against your back. He wants you close, wants to use his strength to make you come and feel every single vibration of your body as you do.

•Make sure to scream if he bites you, remind him to control his instincts just a little bit, or moan, he'll stop his biting to laugh quietly and nuzzle into your neck.

• How?? THE FUCK??? CAN HE GO FOR SO LONG?!? You're already trembling under him, unable to move a muscle and he's still pounding into you mercilessly, enjoying the dominating force he has over your comparably tiny body. Each time your insides clench against him he pushes back, assuring that it welcomes him back.

• And somehow he manages to finish just as Vermilion ends. You are unsure whether this is just dumb luck, or if he really has so much self-restraint to hold it in for so long.

• I hope you have a towel or a handkerchief at hand because when he comes he comes loads, especially after longer sessions.

• He'd love for you to keep it inside though, our Tommy has a mayor breeding kink and even if you can't or won't give him children, he loves, LOVES seeing your trembling, defeated body filled with his cum.

• Oh and PLEASE do be vocal when he fucks you, it keeps him going. You're so cute when you call his name too...

Brahms Heelshire:

• Ah yes, the stinky wall boy. He actually showers, believe it or not, just not too often. It's hard to believe but it's true, though running and climbing through walls will get you dirty, there ain't no getting around that.

• Brahmsy doesn't really enjoy fingering, not you, not himself, he's more of an oral guy, more of a receiver, obviously, he's a brat after all, but when he gives, he gives it all and his tounge is amazing. Praise him and he'll give you the best orgasm you ever had with just his mouth.

• Most of the time it's hard to remember Brahms is a grown man, well, aside from the visual reminder that is. He is always so obedient and loves to follow his schedule, it's rare for him to actually act how his testosterone is telling him to. He's a good boy, you can be sure of that, especially when he's using his child voice.

• But there are days when his cover gets blown and you can tell immidietly, especially from his smell, sweet and warm, inviting you closer. It's almost as if he was in heat, keeping close, way past your personal space, grabbing you whenever he can, squeezing tightly at your hips, your chest, pulling your hands up to his face to give you soft, porcelain kisses.

• Then at some point the mask goes away, letting you stare in awe at his sly smile, his hooded eyes, lightly squinted to fit his expression, and a small lick of his lips lets you know that tonight you're his.

• Those nights are long and passionate, as each thrust tells you how much he adores you, your voice, your body, your you. His childish voice goes away so that the man of the house can speak and it makes you shiver as he calls your name, giving you small 'I love yous' and praising how good you feel, calling you his, only his.

• And to your utter surprise he makes sure that this night you come first, that you're satisfied before him, letting his bratty demeanor rot somewhere in a corner just for today, so he can treat you with the love and care you deserve for doing the same to him every single day.

• You're his darling and he makes sure to let you know that.

• Though those nights are very special to you, sometimes it goes a bit wilder.

• Sometimes the existence of a bed is forgotten and he swoops in from one of the hidden entrances and pulls you into the wall, mask already missing, so he can bite into your neck, make you scream in surprise, massaging your crotch messily, hastily, so he can get what he wants so much quicker and without you complaining.

• He takes you against the wooden walls, your moaning voice echoing through the skeleton of the house, hitting you right back and bringing that sweet blush back to your face.

• Don't try to order him around, "pretty please". He needs you, not your complaining right now. You can scold him later, he'll take it willingly, but in this moment he needs to let go, loose himself in you, chase his own release before yours so he can calm this heat down.

• Then just as you can feel him getting close he'll pull out and finish with his own hand outside of you like a proper gentleman. Except he comes on your thighs, so now those pants you were wearing? Yeah, those need washing.

• And if you're understanding to him after those 'accidents' you might expect a late night visitor, willing to make amends and give you something he forgot to give you earlier, with his lovely, lovely tounge and long, slim fingers. Make yourself comfortable, he's going to make sure you don't regret being patient.

• Also Brahmsy is a big fan of tying you up once you introduce him to the concept. Try it, he's very creative.

Hope you enjoy me being thirsty on main, may make part 2 if I'm feeling sleepless again or if anyone wants me to but haha I ain't a writer ( or at least not a good one, I usually write for myself but that shit ain't good... )

[ajokeformur-ray]

I watched Joker tonight and typed out my thoughts as they occurred to me. Unedited; typos are guaranteed. I did this a few months ago and really enjoyed looking back at my thought process and I wanted to do it again so that I can look back and know that what I feel is real and true in my darkest times.

You're welcome to skip this; it's under a cut for ease of doing so. Warnings for occasional sexual comment lmao. There’s no self shipping in this, I don’t think.

word count: 2, 575.

I’M SOBBING and I’ve only just pressed play.

Heart squeeze Chest much ow

THERE HE IS

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Nooooo baby omg don’t pretend - let yourself hurt if it hurts. Don’t pretend. 

Carnival Carnival Carnivalllllllll 😍😍😍😍😍

I am a Simp for one clown and his name is Carnival

Someone help him, I????

That sign hit Arthur as hard as my love for him did ksksksk

MY EYES BE LEAKIN💔💔💔💔💔

bb nooooo

Oh honey let me kiss those bruises and replace the marks of violence with love, hm? You’re safe with me.

Breathe, my love. Don’t fight the laughter. Let it out, let yourself go. 

Screams into a pillow because????? much sad must kiss

“have you been keeping up with your journal?” LIKE HE HAS TIME

oHHHHH boi’s close to losing his shit

Do it, Artie. Give ‘em hell.

“I think I did” YOU TELL HER!!💖💖💖

I want to be his cigarette. Where’s Satan??? I got a new deal for my blackened soul which he took at half price😂😂😂😂

I’d have my hand between the door and his head so fuckin fast I swear

“I just don’t wanna feel so bad anymore” yep SAME

ohhhh peekaboo🥺🥺🥺

this makes me giggle ksksksk i watch this scene when i feel sad bc it always makes me happy for the time it’s on

he’s so good with kids; he doesn’t have to try and think about what’s funny, he just does it, he’s himself and it works

FUCK OFF LADY CAN’T YOU SEE HE’S STRUGGLING????

give

him

back

his

card

casually wrinkling my nose against tears lmao

ohhh the way he looks up at those stairs from the bottom

i can feel his exhaustion

me too, my love

step step step step

god i wanna get him the fuck outta gotham

and into my arms and a soft, warm blanket

“eat. you need to eat” LITERALLY WHAT I TELL MYSELF EVERY DAY IN HIS VOICE BC OTHERWISE I JUST WOULDNT EAT???? I’m losing so much weight asdfghjk its not enough tho

SUPAH RATS

Did Arthur come up w that joke or was it actually a Murray joke????

HIS VOICE IS SO SOFT IM CRY??🥺🥺🥺🥺

“I WAS PUT HERE TO SPREAD JOY AND LAUGHTER”

YOU DO BABY, YOU DO!!!! EVERY FUCKING DAY!!!!

go deepthroat a cactus randall - youre already a bit of a prick so🙃🙃🙃

“THE GUYS THINNK YOU’RE A FREAK BUT I LIKE YOU”

HOYT. YOU CAN GO SIT ON A CACTUS TOO

FUCK OFF

😡😡😡😡

“WHY WOULD ANYONE STEAL A SIGN”//”WHY DOES ANYONE DO ANYTIHNG?” HOYT YOU’RE SO FUCKING ILLOGICAL HERE IM????? ERIKA DOES NOT (ALSO WILL NOT LMAO IM A STUBBORN BIITCH) COMPUTE

Can arthur fuck me like he pounds the trash/????🥵🥵👀

those dark curls.... that crooked tooth... must kiss.🥺🥺🥺

pennys casual cruelty makes me so fucking angry

foreshadowingggggg ~  *JAZZ HANDS*

ugh the way he dances with that gun im👀🥵🥵🥵

he enjoys the power of it and his breathing gets deeper asdfghjk

clumsy baby omggggg i just COOED 🥺🥺🥺🥺

okay maybe im stupid but i genuinely dont understand this “senior who needs to graduate” skit i’m??? how is being an intro to western civ student funny im???? someone explain???

but also dont bc fuck that guy lmao arthur’s hilarious

true millenial humour (and brit humour lmao we’re dark asf)

THE WAY ARTIE TWIRLS HIS FINGERS AROUND HIS HAIR AND DANCES IN HIS SEAT IM???🥺🥺🥺

wanna curl up on his lap at night when hes writing and go to sleep with a 

blanket around our bodies🥺🥺🥺🥺

when arthur wears a shirt at home you KNOW it’s a daydream

THAT CROOKED TOOTH IM WANT KISS.

WAIT IS IT CALLED STAND UP COMEDY BC YOU STAND UP... AND ITS COMEDY???

23 FUCKING YEARS, PEOPLE... TO REALISE THAT🙄

WHEN CARNIVAL CAME ON SCREEN I NTHE HOSPITAL I MADE A PORNOGRAPHIC NOISE LMAO I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

IF YOURE HAPPY AND YOU KNOW IT, SHOOT MURRAY

WOOPS WRONG LYRICS

😂

“doctor of laughter”🥺🥺🥺🥺

doctor i have a case of the Big Sad can you... do an exam? 😉😏

NO BB DONT BEAT YOUR HEAD UP THERES PRECIOUS CARGO IN THERE

in what world does chucking cold greasy chips in a girls hair being “nice”???

lmao fuck these guys

ohhh honey breathe. dont fight it, my love, just breathe.

my heart’s breaking for you, you sweet thing🥺🥺🥺

i love you so so so so so so so much ugh you’re an actual fucking angel

just breathe darling

i need to get you a cup of tea with honey in it, your throat must be so sore

ohhhh baby im so sorry

i’d take every single punch if i could

i’d die for you

i wish i could protect you

i wish i could look after you

and take all those hits

and kill those guys for you

im so sorry

sobbingggg

YES GOOD MAN THANK YOUUU

KILL THOSE ASSHOLES LMAO DESERVED IT

yeah i have a grey morality... im similar to deadpool in that way tbh

carnival comin’ to kill your insecurities

8 bullets in a 6 chamber???? mm-hm

DONT FORGET YOUR BAG THATS EVIDENCE

AND THE WIG

RUN BABY RUNNNNNNN

GO GO GO GOOOOOOOOOOOO

RUN LIKE THE WIND BULLSEYE

THE SOUND OF HIS FEET SLAPPING THE PAVEMENT IM👀

OOOOOH JOKER’S WAKIN’ UUUUUUP

fuck he’s so hypnotic

the way he runs his hand down his lower stomach asdfghj🥵

must kiss the inner tendons on his wrists and lick the blood off his face 

must kiss

he moves like water

fuck hes so fluid

bathroom scene = the scene in which my heart and vagina clench at the same time

im WANT

T POSEEEEEEEE

“i still owe you for that, dont i?”

PUNCH OUT IS MY FAVOURITE THING E  V  E  R

D O N T S M I LE

UGH I FUCKING HATE being told to smile if i don’t fucking want to so BIG mood

PLEASE SHUSH ME THE WAY YOU JUST SHUSHED PENNY IM???

but also dont lmao bc i’ll think you’re mad at me and i’ll hide in the bedroom for the rest of the day lmao i’m sensitive✨✨✨

i wanna sit on his lap and still his bouncing knees

“thats not funny”

fuck off penny yes it is

I JUST CHOKED ON MY COFFEE IM???

“but i do” god the  P O W E R

ugh that fucking sexist piece of shit comedian can choke “women look at sex like buying a car” 🤢🤮🤢🤢🤮

chauvinistic pigs can die thanks

his lil trip upstage im cry🥺🥺🥺

ohhh baby. just breathe, darling. it’s okay to be scared. dont fight it. just breathe. 

he and i both cover our mouths when we laugh/smile in the exact same way and it makes me feel closer to him

how can they think hes laughing at himself when hes literally gagging????

people only see what they wanna

the Penny imitation is👌👌👌

s m i l e

i remember when i came home from seeing this for the first time, i got home and dropped to my knees to cry in the bathroom. it was such an emotional release and so much love and i played smile to try to make myself smile but i only made myself cry harder lmaooooo ~ 

smile and thats life are my go-to songs if i gotta cheer tf up

danger sign = neither works

he looks so soft after his “date”🥺🥺🥺

“thats life” yeah but murray you dont even leave the studio so how do you know????

ngl arthur’s anger scares me.

anyone so much as raise their voice at me and i’ll cry really bad and i will shut myself away for the rest of the day and quiet anger terrifies me so his banging abt in the kitchen would freak me tf out😲

angry bb😭

he controls his anger so fast though omgggg ~ 

that soft please sends me

idk where it sends me lmao

down below probably

BARE FACED CARNIVAL OMG THIS SCENE IS SO CUTE

I LOVE THE MATCHING COLOURS ON ARTHUR AND BRUCE TOO ???

okay but the implication that arthur always carries a clown nose on him is🥺🥺🥺

hes such a good clown im?????

lmao im enjoying the show more than bruce is skskskk

arthur’s lil chuckle makes me🥺

his HUMMING im??? soft?????

his brows are so strong and dark omggg ~ he’s so beautiful

OKAY i’ll be honest i’ve seen this alfred/bruce scene and the thomas bathroom scene later on and the penny flashback scene a 100 times and i still dont fucking understand what did or didnt happen regarding arthur’s parentage im????

 ive seen interpretations to say he is thomas’ son and some to say he isnt and i still cant decide so? im stupid i guess 🙃

“a clown thing?” the  s a s s

“it’s exit only” yeah so’s my ass🙃

if i was there in the hospital room i woulda turned that tv off as soon as i realised what clip was gonna play

murray’s cruelty is d i s g u s t i n g

lmao hes an asshole

arthurs lil clap from joyyyyy ~ 🥺🥺🥺

did i say murray???

i meant  m u r r a t

🙃🙃🙃

sneaky baby

wayne hall either has super bad security or arthurs v quick on his feet

🤔🤔🤔🤔

he looks so good in red omggg ~ 

f o r e s h a d o w i n g

arthurs smile when hes watching chaplin is how he smiles when we all gush to each other abt him and ourselves!!!

hes so cuuuuuute🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰

“told me what” 

ohhhh honey🥺🥺 im so sorry. “crazy” is a trigger word for arthur; it made him start laughing in the bathroom with thomas

“touch my son again ill fucking kill you” yeah?? touch my arthur again and i’ll fucking kill you🙃🙃🙃🙃

^^^ that ones a joke do not come at me

the clerk in arkham was nice to arthur - he, gary and sophie are the good gothamites.

none of it was enough to stop his descent into joker, though, and i’d even say it was too late right at the beginning of the film, too... 

his sock puppet thingy “they cut all those” is such a Joker thing to doooo ~ 

the way arthur’s laughing in the hall at arkham turns into sobbing is gut-wrenching omg the poor thing😭

i wanna hug him and protect him and help him to process this in a healthy way

sweetheart, if i could take all of your pain and put it onto me... i so would. i’d do it in a heartbeat.

i wanna get you into a hot shower, make you some food and sit and listen to you. we can either sit in silence or you can talk to me, my love, and you will be heard and understood and loved.

“i had a bad day”

IT’S OKAY I DIDNT NEED MY HEART ANYWAY OMG YOU POOR SWEET INNOCENT THING IM LOVE YOU🥺💔

THAT ENTIRE LATE NIGHT SCENE LAUGH/SOBBING GOT ME -

💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

i just wanna hold you and protect you and help you and love you

I’m so fucking sorry, darling. i wish i could take it all away from you

“i havent been happy one minute of my entire fucking life”

NO ONE SHOULD LOOK THAT ANGELIC AFTER COMMITING MATRICIDE IM????

get

that

fucking

gun

away

from

your

face

boi dont test me ill fucking go feral or - no, tell you what, i’ll point the gun at me and see how you like it

im looking respectfully at the green speckled undies scene....👀👀👀

“coming” 😏😏😏

“my mum died im celebrating” and “i stopped taking my medication” and you STILL stayed in the apartment with Arthur????? dudes those are 🚨🚨🚨 signs

woe betide anyone who underestimates arthur fleck lmaoooo

randalls death scene makes me laugh every time omg i feel so vindictive

get WRECKED

i wanna lick the blood off his face. i really want to

ngl i think i have a blood kink... 

“dont look just go” ME WITH MY ACNE WHEN I SEE IT IN THE MIRROR 😂😂😂😂

JOKERJOKERJOKERJOKER 

ASDFGHJKL

J

O

K

E

R

ERIKA.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKING

JOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERRRRRR

😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 MY BABY MY MAN OMG THERE HE IS IM CRY???????😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺

my mind is literally blank rn im just staring and crying and smiling so hard my face hurts????? im love him so so so so much

sweet thing’s so used to pain he gets HIT BY A CAR AND KEEPS GOING????

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU

hghhhhhhhhhhhhhh

euirrrrrrgkjbgkfbirsghigrbugr

*incoherent keyboardsmash to portray utter love*

ohhh baby no dont cry. oh honey😭 i wanna sit on your lap and kiss your tears away

“i love dr sally”

you have a WIFE at home

“DO YOU REMEMBER?” THAT WAS YOUR CUE TO APOLOGISE LMAO GET FUCKED MURRAT

he’s so CUTE

omgggg ~ 

my hearts gonna give out its SQUEEZING SO HARD IT HURTS

YOU MOCK THEM, BABY!!! THEY GOT IT COMING

“i wanna get it right” hes so passionate

my comments have deceased in number bc im just too starstruck and in love to even think clearly lmao

jokers all i know rn and this is the most peaceful ive felt in WEEKS

im sobbing

ugh fuck this hurts so BAD

youre speaking the truth, darling. im so so proud of you and i love you so much

“THEY COULDNT CARRY A TUNE TO SAVE THEIR LIVES” LMAO INSIDE JOKESSS

literally sobbing right now ugh what the fuck youre in so much pain and in the middle of a breakdown and no one saw you

ugh baby im so sorry, you deserve so much better

you tried so hard and you were gonna fall no matter what

IN THE WHITE ROOM

“hi” baby they cant hear you but im COOING 🥺🥺🥺🥺

you’re so fucking cute

say the word and ill burn gotham to the fucking ground for you

i wanna sit atop that car and cradle your head in my lap and wipe the blood off your face and help you stand up and be there for you and and and😭😭😭😭😭😭 i love you so so so much. 

i’d be so much worse off without you in my life. you brought a splash of colour which has never dimmed or faded. it never will. 

b l o o d    s m i l e

=

im wearing my inside on the outside now and it still hurts

angel💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

i see you and your pain. i love you.

i see you, angel. 

his genuine laughter is🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

that cute lil “ksksks” he does im🥺🥺🥺

i always laugh with him omg the two of us are laughing together ugh its the closest i will ever get to sharing in his joy

 t h a t ‘s    l i f e

i love the hallway daaaaaaaaaaaaaance ~ 

them hips dont lie😉😉😉

i love you i love you i love you i love you omg the sun’s like a halo ugh i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you im singing along to thats life while i type out how much i love you at 220am lmaooooo ~ 

i   l o v e    y o u

[belladonnaandulriched]

amped and wired, part two | chapter eleven: kill or be killed

“Alright, gang, listen up,” Mrs. Hamilton started once we had arrived back at Black Orchid.

“Danny!” Scott exclaimed when he saw him standing next to me near the front door.

“Hey!” Dan followed up.

“What happened to you?” asked Charlie.

“I went to find a phone and got lost!”

“He also found a clone,” I chimed in.

“Yeah, Danny here found a clone and she malfunctioned,” Mrs. Hamilton continued, unfazed by it all. “And so Lars put her outside and she literally had a meltdown. We came here to check on all of you to make sure you're alright.”

“Yeah, we're good,” Scott replied with a sigh of relief and a glimpse over at Frankie and Charlie. “We were just about to come on over to Joey's place to do the same thing.”

“We were about to get something to eat, too,” Charlie added. “The three of us and the girls, too. Just head on over to the grocery store and fill up the fridge in the kitchen again.”

“Mrs. Hamilton offered us coffee, though,” Danny pointed out.

“We're out of that, too,” Frankie confessed with a shrug.

“Well, let's get on it then!” Mrs. Hamilton declared. I looked over at Lars right as he had this look on his face like he was about to barf or something. “Actually, I'll go forth with it.”

“Are you sure you don't want Joey and me to tag along?” he asked her.

“Oh, Lars, that's real sweet of you. But I'm sure I can get it just fine, though. I'll be right back, too.”

“She really can, Lars,” I assured him. He sighed through his nose and the look on his face was one of disappointment. Mrs. Hamilton doubled back outside to the cold, and I returned to the front room there, just as Scott asked us about Maya.

“She looked like a regular human,” Danny elaborated, “with blood and guts and bones—but she also had a tiny little bit of neon inside her. Like—she was a robot, a clone, sure... but she was made of skin and bones like a regular human.”

“Remember when we were down in the City and Frankie ran into that one clone?” I recalled.

“How could we forget...” Frankie's voice trailed off as he took a sip of water.

“Complete and utter bloodbath,” I said.

“Yeah, it was like that there, too,” Danny continued. I looked over at Lars as he had this look on his face like something ate at him. His eyes were large and he shifted his weight a lot in that single spot. I still had no idea where the bathroom was in that strip club, either.

“Hey, Lili—” Louise called from the kitchen. “Oh, hey, guys.”

“Mrs. Hamilton went to the supermarket,” Danny told her. “She'll be back.”

“Okay, okay...”

“Joey?” Lars called to me.

“Yeah?” He had backed up to the hallway, right to the entry way there

“May I have a word with you in private, please?”

“Uh, sure?” I turned to Scott, Danny, Frankie, and Charlie, all of whom looked at me, puzzled. Lars ducked away into the hall; before I stepped in there myself, Scott whispered my name. I looked back at his raising an eyebrow at me, to which I shrugged at him. I thought about the secret between me and him as Lars led me up to that loft on the next floor.

I could hear him breathing hard and heavy as if he had been running a mile. He stood before the bed closest to the door with his back to me.

“Close the door please,” he advised me. I did, and then I tucked my hands into my pockets.

“What's wrong?” I asked him. He sighed through his nose but never turned around. “Lars? What's wrong?”

He then turned around and looked on at me with a solemn expression on his face.

“Have a seat,” he gestured to the space on the bed next to him. I took a seat there and then he followed suit. I could only think about the secret between me and Scott as I examined his somber expression and his hands right in between his thighs.

“Is this about this room here?” I asked him.

“No, no, no—but I need to get something off my chest, though,” he started. “And I trust you the most, too. Because it is—” He cleared his throat and stifled another belch in there, too. “It's—pretty significant. I wanted to tell you when we had a moment alone but I never could find it because either one of us had to do something or Mrs. Hamilton or someone was within earshot. I don't want her to know this, and I never wanted her to know about this, either.”

I knitted my eyebrows together. “What is it?” I asked him. Surely, it couldn't be that serious.

He fetched up a sigh and closed his eyes.

“Surely, it can't be that bad, Lars,” I assured him as I inched closer to him there on the bed. He and I had broken the ice between us already: whatever he had to share with me perhaps couldn't be so awful as he believed. Or so I believed.

“It is, Joey,” he blathered with shakes of his head. “I fucked up. I fucked up bad. So ungodly bad.”

“What did you do?” I moved my head in closer to his.

He bowed his head.

“Lars?” I lowered my voice to a near whisper. “Lars, what did you do.”

“I killed her,” he confessed with his eyes still snapped shut.

“Who, Maya?”

“No. My wife.”

I gaped at him. He opened his eyes and lifted his head at me.

“I killed my wife.”

I almost gagged. “W-Why?” I sputtered; I felt nauseous.

“To protect her. You know everything I said was true, except I left that part out. I didn't like how stressed she was getting.”

“So you—you—you fuckin—”

“Put a rope to her throat and yanked back. And then—because I knew I was going to catch hell for it—”

“Catch hell?!” I stammered, and I almost choked on my own spit at that. “Lars, that's the fuckin' least of your problems. You know that, right?”

“I cut her up and began eating her,” he blurted out. I stopped.

“What,” I said.

“I cut her up and began eating her. It was the only way out—out of it. I ate other things on top of her to rid of the taste from my mouth. But yes—I am eating her.”

“E-Eating,” I sputtered; my stomach turned so much, I thought it was going to twist itself around my spine. He opened his coat and took out a little plastic Tupperware container with a smooth black lid. Crammed inside was some sliced meat that resembled to roast beef, albeit raw given it was bright red. And then I realized what he was talking about.

“Ohhhhh—” I scrambled back from him towards the foot of the bed. For all I knew, he had marinated it in her blood.

“What?” he asked me, completely nonplussed. “It's not going to hurt you. It's like sliced lunch meat. It's a bit stringy and tough in some spots so I took some of the more tender meat for the road.”

“What the fuck, you're still eating her?!” I shrieked.

“Shhhh!” he hissed at me with a finger up to his lips. “Keep your voice down!”

I clasped a hand over my mouth and the two of us glanced over at the door for a good long minute. Silence out there. Nobody came. I lowered my hand.

“You kept eating her?” I demanded in a hushed voice.

“There was just—a lot. Too much too soon. I had a feeling I was going to be here a while so I took some of her with me. I sliced her up fine and then added some salt and pepper for flavor, and then put her in the oven. The rest of her is in a freezer behind the supermarket here in Oswego. I offered to come along with Mrs. Hamilton over there because I forgot today was trash day. Completely forgot about it.”

I looked on at Lars' body. And then it made sense. The belching. The fact he was heavy. HE'S BROUGHT A DEAD WOMAN HERE WITH US, GOD DAMN IT!

“Well,” I swallowed and kept a hand to my stomach, “what do you think we should do?”

“That is my worry,” he continued with a concerned look on his face, “that I am unable to get there in time before the remainder of her carcass is tossed away and I'm dead meat.”

“Dead meat along with her,” I felt so sick.

“Except I won't get sliced up.”

“You sure about that?”

He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out. Memories of the warehouse hit me, too. I could only imagine what the foray would be like if someone killed their fucking spouse and the punishment included getting sliced and diced into fucking lunch meat to comprise of clones of Maya. At least, that was my imagination. I had no idea what the goal was all about, if Candace's journal was anything to go by.

“Lars? Joey?” Charlie's voice called up the stairwell. I gasped.

“Shit! Put it away!” I told him with a gesture to the container.

“I don't really comfortable putting it back in my coat, though!” he insisted.

“You think I feel comfortable seeing that fucking thing out in the open?” I demanded as the sick feeling returned to my stomach. “Put it away!”

“You put it away!” He shoved it towards me.

“No! I feel sick to my stomach just looking at it!”

“It's in fucking Tupperware, Joey—it's not like it's going to jump out at you!”

“It's your fucking wife, Lars! Container or not, I ain't touching lunch meat made from your fucking wife!”

The door opened and Charlie stepped into the room. Lars still cradled that container in his hand and I was clear on the other side of the bed. Charlie looked at the container with his eyes widened a bit.

“What the hell is that,” he asked in a low voice.

“Charlie, close the door,” Lars told him.

“Why?”

“Don't question it, Char, just do it,” I told him. Charlie stepped forward and closed the door behind him.

“This is—my—secret stash of—pastrami,” said Lars at a slow pace.

“Why didn't you say anything, man?” Charlie asked him with a chuckle. “I love pastrami, and I know Joey does, too.”

“Best sandwiches—ever,” I stammered as I struggled to keep my composure.

“Right next to meatballs!” Charlie added with a twinkle in those beetle like dark eyes.

“Because—Mrs. Hamilton doesn't care for it too much,” he continued. “And it's been in my coat so it's not very cold.”

He shook his head. “That's alright. Can I have a piece?”

I swallowed and lowered my gaze to the container. Lars peeled off that lid: we were met with a smell that reminded me of fresh cured lunch meat. He made her and kept her preserved, just to be put on a sandwich.

But then Charlie took the first slice from the top and stuck it in his mouth. I thought I was going to barf right there.

“What the hell, Lars,” he said with his mouth full.

“What's wrong with it?”

“Nothin',” Charlie assured him; I could see the sinews of blood and tissue on his teeth. “But why'd you keep it a secret, though?”

“Because, like I said—Mrs. Hamilton doesn't care for it too much.”

“Really? Because the first night we were here, she made us roast beef and potatoes and she gobbled it up like it was nothin'.”

“She probably only did it because she didn't want you guys to feel lonely,” Lars assured him. Charlie nodded and then he turned to me as he picked his teeth with his nail.

“Joey, you okay? You look like you're about to pass out, dude.”

“Oh—he's still kind of spooked from Maya earlier,” Lars told him as he put the lid back onto the container.

“Oh, no, hey! Keep that open! I'm gonna see if Scott, Frankie, and Danny want some—that was good.”

“I think Mrs. Hamilton might be getting something for us in a bit here, though,” he insisted.

“True, true... and you both know how the three of them can be when there's a secret stash of goodies abound.”

“Absolutely!” Lars chirped.

“Yeah...” I moaned. Charlie picked at his teeth a little more.

“The one complaint I have is it's a little bit stringy,” he remarked with a knitting of his eyebrows, “and it's a little more chicken-y than I like. But otherwise, that's about it and I kinda get it, too, 'cause you had it hidden away in your coat. As for myself, I'm gonna get a drink of water...” He then doubled back and headed out of there. Lars let out a low whistle and I lay down across the foot of the bed, down on my back.

“I was not expecting that,” he confessed; he then turned to look at me. “And before you ask, Joey—what was I supposed to do? Tell him that I have my wife in this container here?”

“Yes!” I exclaimed as I brought the backs of my hands to my forehead. I closed my eyes to ease the sick feeling inside my stomach but it was useless: I kept seeing Charlie just... just... eat it. Without question. I should have stopped him, but then again—what was I supposed to do?

“You know, it's just hard to do so,” he continued as he lay down on the bed next to me. He set the container on top of the mattress, right between our heads.

“'Cause there's a lot,” I said.

“Right. That's why when Mrs. Hamilton was in the shower, I was able to unload on you like that. Seeing as she will be back within time, I had no time to explain it to him.”

“You still could'a said sump'n.”

“Like what? 'Oh, hey, Charlie, there's human meat in here. Don't eat it.'”

“Explain it real quick to him—maybe?”

“Nah, he would never buy it. There's too much. Besides—he already ate it.”

“What're we gonna tell him now?” I asked him.

“No idea. But I hope we can be able to tell him, and also Scott, Dan, and Frank, too. I killed my wife, ate some of her, and then fed a little piece of her to Charlie.”

“At least you didn't make a pie with her,” I pointed out.

“Well...” His voice trailed off.

“Oh, God, Lars, don't tell me.”

He lowered his gaze to the container.

“Don't fucking tell me you made a fucking pie of her. What the fuck.”

“No... it's not like that,” he corrected me.

“What do you mean?”

“You say 'pie' like—” He stopped with a look at me dead in the face. And then I realized what he was saying.

“Oh,” I breathed out. “Oh—dear—god—you're tellin' me that—that—right there is—” I gestured to the container, to which he nodded his head.

“Let's just say I, uh—” He cleared his throat. “—um—wanted to taste her a little more one last time. Make love and dance with her—eat her ass, too. Some of her ass is in there, too.”

I thought back to earlier, when in my own kitchen, I stuck my tongue inside of Mrs. Hamilton's lips, and I could only assume how Charlie would react when someone told him that he ate out Lars' wife. I swallowed as another wave of nausea swept over me, followed by a wave of confusion. I didn't know what to think or say right then. Except—

“So, let me get this straight,” I started, “you—killed her and then started eating her because you were afraid of getting caught.” I rolled my head over the top of the covers to look at him.

“Yes.”

“Is that why you and I never got caught when we took that one dead clone to the hospital?”

“Actually—I was hoping you would ask me about that at some point. We didn't caught because my wife knew Maya. It's like a de facto knowing of her. We didn't get caught because the assumption was that I knew her and you helped me.”

“What are you saying?”

“I am saying that all the shit that's going down in New York City has already come upstate.”

“Why didn't say anything, though?”

“Because I killed my wife. I went through all that because I needed a means of proving to myself that I killed her for the best.”

“Dude, you fucking killed her and made her pussy into lunch meat and fed it to Charlie,” I scoffed.

“I am aware, Joey,” he insisted, vehement. “I also did it and wanted you guys to get into it because this is New York. This whole shtick is centered within New York. When my wife was alive, we came here often—and not just because Metallica is close to Anthrax, either.”

I then lifted myself onto my elbows and gaped at him.

“Are you saying you burned down Anthrax's studio down in the City?” I demanded.

“What? No!” He scrambled upright himself.

“Well, you said you wanted us to be a part of it, too,” I pointed out with a nod of my head. “I just made the assumption that that was what you meant.”

“Joey, do you remember our discussion about assumptions?”

“Pfff, how could I forget?” I rolled my eyes.

“I didn't burn it down—but I think I know who did, though.”

“Who?” I asked him.

“Candace.”

“Candace? Why would she do that?”

“For the exact same reason. I wanted you guys to be a part of it, and I guess she must've read my mind and nudged them out of it herself.”

I thought about the candles in that one room in the warehouse. The muttering nonsense as she shoveled those pages into her mouth. Of course!

“Joey? Lars?” Frankie that time.

“Yeah?” Lars called out.

“Mrs. Hamilton's back! Could you guys come help us?”

“Sure thing!” He returned to me.

“What do you think we should do with it?” I asked him.

He then raised a finger at me. He took the container off of the bed and ducked behind the side.

“Oh, jeez, Lars, don't put it there!” I scoffed as I realized where he had put it.

“Why? It's a good spot and there's nothing underneath here. Doubt the three of them will take a look under here at any given point.” He then stood up and held out a hand for me. The skin was clean so I reached for it and stood to my feet next to him.

“Not a word,” he told me in a low voice.

“Like I'm gonna go around and be like 'hey, Lars has a container full of his dead wife stashed under the bed',” I cracked. He rolled his eyes and led me out of the room. The two of us made our way downstairs, where we were met with Frankie, Charlie, Danny, and Louise.

“Where is Mrs. Hamilton?” Lars wondered aloud.

“And Scott?” I added.

“She broke down a couple of blocks away,” Frankie explained as he put on his jacket. “Scott already walked down there to make sure she's alright. That piece of shit car, man...”

I adjusted the lapels on my jacket as I followed them outside to the blustery cold. It got so cold so fast and I knew the lake effect was upon us again. The sick feeling in my stomach was replaced by a pitted feeling. A pit sinking deeper inside my poor stomach.

Something was going to happen. I could feel it.

Indeed, we didn't even get a block away from Black Orchid when I caught the sound of the garbage truck up the block. I turned to Lars and the worried look on his face; Frankie, Charlie, and Danny were right in front of us, and Louise lingered behind us, so Lars couldn't say anything to me right then.

But he could break into a run across the street.

“Whoa, hey, Lars!” Frankie called after him. “Where ya going, man?”

“Lars!” Charlie followed up given Lars didn't look behind him. “Lars, what's the matter?”

I glanced behind me to make sure no cars were coming. I darted across the cold blacktop after him.

“Joey!” Danny called after me. The soles of our shoes echoed over the pavement as I chased after Lars. He leapt over a row of evergreen bushes to a stretch of short dead grass and cold dirt. On the far side of it was one of the side streets leading to the main street. I spotted the garbage truck up ahead at the corner, ready to hang a left.

I knew where he was going. I knew exactly where he was going.

He might have been big but he was an athlete like me: but I was also more active than him and I did more moving around on a hockey rink. I caught up with him but I didn't stop him. Instead I ran alongside him.

“The place?” I asked him, out of breath.

“You know it!” he declared as we ran parallel clear across the dirt. I could hear Mrs. Hamilton's convoluted Pennsylvania Dutch accent behind us as we made our way to the street.

But that truck was faster than us. They reached the back parking lot before we did, but I was determined to reach it first as we crossed the street. I was the fast runner.

Right.

I tripped on a flat piece of sidewalk and fell ass over teakettle into a bush.

“Joey!” Lars shouted. I rolled over onto the branch right as he leapt over me. My chest swelled as I struggled to catch my breath. I spat out a few pine needles and I turned my head to see Frankie and Charlie running towards me. I coughed a little given I ran so hard and fast just then that it did a number on my lungs and my throat. I crawled out of that bush and onto the grass, and took a seat there to catch my breath. Over the roar of the trash truck, I wondered where Lars had run to. I wondered where Scott was given I didn't hear his big Queens accent with Mrs. Hamilton.

“Joey!” Frankie called out to me once they came within earshot. “Joey, you alright?”

“Oh yeah—I've done worse before,” I assured them.

“He may be skinny but he's tough,” Charlie added. Mrs. Hamilton and Danny ran up the sidewalk right then; I couldn't hear a thing they were saying given the trash truck made too much racket with the dumpsters behind the supermarket. But once my breath was steady, I climbed to my feet and stepped through the bushes to the pavement.

Lars hurried up to me right then with a flustered look on his face.

“What happened, Lars?” Mrs. Hamilton asked him. “Throw something away by accident?”

“I didn't make it,” he confessed to us, but actually me in a low voice. “I did see some poor bastard crawl inside one of the dumpsters and then the truck took him—away...” His voice trailed off. We were silent.

“Oh, shit,” Charlie sputtered.

“What's wrong?” Mrs. Hamilton asked him.

“Where's Scott,” I said aloud.

“Oh, shit!” Charlie exclaimed; I thought back to what he said it being trash day.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!” Lars screeched. He turned to me with a worried look on his face. “I knew this was going to happen!”

I shook my head at him. “Huh?!”

But he didn't reply. Instead, he peered about the parking lot like a lost child.

“—Scott!” Charlie shouted. “Scott! SCOTT!”

[stareiiez]

Flower Petals and Blood

𝐿𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝐶𝘩𝑢𝑟𝑐𝘩 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Chapter 6

Word Count: 3.4k

𝑨/𝑵:  HI! Hello, yes, it's me. I have updated with an even longer chapter for this ongoing series that you guys have really seemed to enjoy :D I’m happy for the support and love I’ve gotten!

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Graphic description of choking, perhaps vomit.  Nothing too extreme for n o w, just good ole choking on some flowers. 

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 "What's your deal?" You complained, your feet were trying to plant on the metal flooring of the base and then on the ground when you were dragged outside the base.

Your voice was high pitched and annoyed, as you if you had every right to be a bit whiny towards another soldier. The black-armored clad female had dragged you from your doorway, leaving behind Tucker to talk to you in private. The sun beat down on to your bear head and already sweat was working its way to dampen the back of your neck and back itself. It seemed to only get hotter in Blood Gulch around 'summertime', you had a way of telling when the 'seasons' changed due to the slight difference in this area.

"Whatever you could have said, you couldn't have said in front of your other teammate." You bit out, as the grip on your wrist grew tighter. Oh right, you forgot to mention how she had held you by the arm like a child who was in trouble, then dragged you away. She should have just grabbed you by the ear and scolded you just to further add on to your embarrassment.

"This isn't about him, this is far from him. Who you do on your own time in none of my concern. He's not even my teammate, to begin with in the first place, I'm just hired to be here to replace Church's death." Tex stated, her hand had pulled you harshly forward as the two of you wandered behind the back of the Blue base.

How quick she practically threw you ahead of her had your head spin slightly as you fought to gain your balance against the quick moment of momentum. Was a conversation that serious that she had to be that bitch to pull you away from- .. from. Well, what did she step in on back there? Were you going to do something with Tucker? You couldn't even remember, the moment he set his hands on you. Your body burst into flames of heat and some tingly feeling that left your mind dazed beyond compare. You were on fire and he added more gasoline to the bonfire that screamed in your chest. He burned the bright petals away and let you live. Maybe you were just pent up and Tucker was your only scapegoat. Did you like him? Maybe. He was good-looking, funny when he wasn't talking about his dick, and caring. He worried over your condition and in that one spare intimate moment, you could feel the ache in your lungs. He made you feel, normal. Tucker made you feel something other than pain and for one painstakingly moment as the world around you spun. Maybe he was something you needed in your life.

"Something is off about you," Texas spoke once you gained your bearings, her voice brought on that itchy feeling to your chest. Her voice was nails on a chalkboard and that yanked you out of your glazed over attention.

‘Gee Tex, as if puking up petals wasn't off enough. What do you want? A fucking billboard so you can see it easier instead of looking down at me from your god damn high horse named Church?' You thought to yourself.

Acid burned in your throat as you bit down on your tongue. You swallowed the sharp acidic tang that tried to push its way past your teeth in word vomit or actual vomit. Your breath left in a quick rush of air once your gazed turned to cast the female an actual agent of the nearly forgotten Project; and you. You were just someone that knew everything about the agents, everything the Project stood for. You could spill your guts to the public, to cover what the media didn't when the Director went into hiding. You didn't hate Project Freelancer, no you loved the stories that you heard about them. You loved and looked up to the war criminals as if they were Earth's do-gooders who saw no wrong and weren't manipulated into thinking they were better than anyone. Captain Flowers even told you of his past, of him faking his death to get into this particular simulation group under a new persona. He was dedicated enough to sell his soul for Project Freelancer, and by god did that organization let him down coldly.

He was crazy. his sanity gone and down the drain, the Project fell. He was all smiles and sadistic chuckles when everyone he ever knew or cared for was shown up as MIA or KIA. His sanity was gone and switched out for episodes that he was either way too friendly that it was uncomfortable, or for others that were a bit too bloodthirsty for a canyon group of idiots. He wasn't Agent Florida, he was some other man that filled that husk and took his job with the biggest grain of salt in the salt shaker.

You just hated her. Hate was a strong word, but she was just another manipulation that was conned by the Director. She didn't have to come back, she didn't have to be here and have Church wrapped around her pink finger, but she did. Church was hardwired to chase after her, he was destined to live out the Director's love through another robotic AI copy of her. You were just here on the sidelines to watch it play out and choke to death on some fucking made-up disease. Why do you need to be the one to tell her your whole fucked up one-sided love triangle fiasco when it's obvious she is here to just intimidate her.

Like some twisted female Alpha, she wants to make sure you don't fuck with what's hers. If it's possible to give hickies and blow an AI you'd gladly track Church down and make it happen as long as she sees it. The itchy feeling bloomed slowly back in your chest, your breath stuttered just slightly in your lungs. It was starting to hurt, the itchy feeling was moving upwards, like vines of a rose garden and twinning themselves through your organs. It's sharp thorns digging into flesh and tissues.

"Well?" Tex states, her arms have crossed over her onyx chest plate. Her head tilted to assess your unarmored form, and you swear she's grinning under the visor.

"It's just a head cold." You gritted out, the lie slipped through by the skin of your teeth, the truth was biting and burning on your tongue. The acidic taste rolled on your tongue, and it was harder to swallow this time around.

There was a scoff, from the other. Texas stared at you, her gold emotionless visor was staring you down. It was like she could see past the wavering lie you had hastily said to force her to be on her way. The silence growing between you two was nothing but uneasy, and your mouth burned with the sensation to double over and puke. You wouldn't mind spilling your guts, literally, on her polished black boots before you even amused her further. You needed to throw up, petals or liquid you couldn't tell this time around, whatever Texas was staring at, you wanted her to hurry up and move on. Your upper lip quivered as another beat of silence passed and she finally broke eye contact.

"I'll just go ask Church, you two seem to be.... way more comfortable for a teammate." One finger pointed accusingly at your face.

Your lips curled up at her words. "what's that supposed to mean?"

Tension sizzled, tightened, wound around your throat, and warmed your red blood cells that coursed through your veins as Tex didn't hesitate to reply.

"Church isn't smart, he's see-through." A snort escaped your mouth, one you couldn't help to not hold back. Yeah, no shit, he's see-through, he's not even a fucking real person.

With a glare you could feel penetrate through the golden, emotionless visor Tex continued. "He likes to hang around you, he's less of an-"

"Asshole?" You quipped.

"I was going to say absolute dumbass of a dick, but that works too if you want to be basic." She sighed, "Look, for some reason Church likes to hang around you. He rants, I hear him rambling and somehow cussing you out across the damn canyon. He's loud enough for even the dead to hear." *Ha, funny.*

"And this is supposed to make me blush?"

"I'm saying that whatever is going on between you, friends, you're screwing each other or whatnot. I'll find out what's happening with you, so watch your back." Bored with conversating over an Ex of hers, and whatever the hell kind of frequent one night stand hookup partner, The Bitch in Black sauntered away with the confidence that she was so sure of herself.

Once she had rounded around the base and was, hopefully, out of earshot, you wheezed hard. Lungs ached and trembled as a sharp pitched exhale left. Stabs of hot knives sliced at warm, soft, fleshy, sacs of skin that shrunk and grew behind your ribcage. The world blurred in watery colors, and small tears pricked and warmed your cheeks as they slipped down your skin. You didn't choke on petals, it felt fuller in your throat. The object bulged in your throat and tickled your trachea. Velvet petals, earthy tasting that made you gag and try to swallow whatever was temporarily blocking your air passage. You couldn't gag, couldn't possibly cough hard enough to even move the blockage more up to the back of your mouth. You were choking to death, and you were pretty sure you looked like an absolute mess or more while balancing in the brink of death.

With another choked gag, you fell to your knees on the dusty ground and then flung your whole body crashing down violently on the sun-baked ground in desperation. The sudden jarring and slam of your stomach on the floor, shoved the last few puffs of sweet oxygen and carbon dioxide gave the gentle shove of the object. Petals tickled your uvula, and you nearly clamped your mouth shut in repulsion. It wouldn't bug, no amount of even throwing up or coughing would make it move anymore. You'd have to shove your fingers down your throat to free your airflow yourself.

A trick, one stupid college tale your best friend told you before you shipped out for the military, was tucking your left thumb into your fist and squeeze. Strong, weak, or no gag reflex you couldn't give a damn. Not taking the chance to puke your guts out and more from just putting your fingers to the back of your throat was undesirable. Squeezing your eyes shut, your pointer and thumb of your right hand ventured into your mouth. Your lungs burned, and your body shook in rebellion from having another thing added to your mouth. It was easier to fully grab the petals that constantly brushed against your uvula, they didn't tear off as you slowly pulled whatever was choking you to death or unconsciousness. Your left thumb popped in the ever-tightening grip of your fist as you retracted your hand from your mouth and pulled whatever you were holding between your pointer finger and thumb.

Air, precious, hot, sweet, cold, burning, dry air rushed and skimmed down your throat as you finally inhaled. Your passageway was clear, and you could breathe properly. You still trembled and shook with small gentle coughs that came from your oxygen-deprived deflated lung sacs. Your eyes opened against the small tears that still flooded your pupils. With your hand now relaxed, it wiped your gaze clear and you finally turned to what was damp and hanging limply in your grasp.

Against the bright sunlight, you nearly let out a sharp gasp that stretched your already sore lungs to hurt even more. There color of periwinkle blue, with a bright golden center that was small and dusted with pollen. Pollen that dusted your lips and tasted like strong, musky Earth, and a sick, oddly sweet aftertaste inside your mouth. You couldn't tell the type of flower that was shining from the saliva that coated its once open spread petals. Thank god the single flower did not have a stem, it was just the head of the flower.

You never produced full flowers, let alone formed ones before. Small petals, large petals, oddly shaped or clumped together was what you had puked or coughed up for at least two or three days. Now your disease was progressing for the worst, and you weren't sure if your body could keep up. Eyes, wide as saucers you kept the soft flower in your fingers, too afraid to gently cradle it in your open palm. You had managed to push your weight up to your knees, then onto your feet slowly after a minute or two of gaining your strength.

Your feet carried you before you could even see where you were going. It's not like you needed to, you knew the ins and outs of this god damn canyon like the back of your hand. You mapped this desolate place since the first week you ever got stationed in the Blood Gulch Canyon. You were mindlessly walking fast, as fast as you could without tripping on the uneven ground. You were heading to Red Base, Doc could still be there. He didn't hang around Blue Base as much after Sarge claimed the purple medic as Red Team's own reluctantly. "Numbers over insubordination." was what Sarge always said, when he had begrudgingly allowed Doc to enter the Red Base that day of the exchange between Blue Team and Red Team. It was humiliating for Grif, and just sad for being desperate to get what Blue Team wanted the most.

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"Doc!" You nearly screamed as you stumbled into Red Team's Base, the flower still dangling and threatening to crumple in the tightening grip of your hand.

Your voice rang out and nearly caused Sarge to fire a warning shot near your head from the sudden panic that racked his body. He only had raised his shotgun at you, but how frail you looked and near on the edge of collapsing to the ground from exhaustion; he lowered his gun.

"What are you doing here? You Blue?" His gruff voice didn't stop as you merely cast the older man a brief look while venturing a little more into Red Base.

Sarge, Grif, and Simmons were all in the Base's kitchen. Random weapons were laid out and disassembled to be cleaned probably by Sarge and Simmons. Grif was scrounging around, opening cabinets and snooping around the crappy fridge for any type of food to snack on for probably the seventh time in the day.

"I- I need Doc, he's... he's supposed to see this." Your voice was quiet, trying to sound steadfast even though your breaths were sounding airy and wheeze like.

Your hand outstretched, the periwinkle colored flower was now dry and started to crumple its sad, wilted petals inward.

"A? flower?" Grif asked, his voice full of confusion as he looked at you long enough to take in your disheveled state that held the flower.  

"It's not just a-" You exhaled tiredly, clearly not in the mood to spill the dirt of your disease to yet more people who had an even higher risk of accidentally blurting out your secret to Church.

Simmons was too honest, Grif would 'accidentally' give you away without even thinking about it, and Sarge would be more than happy to prove Church wrong if the male were to assume anything about you. Sarge would expose your secret in the process, and then somehow blame your Blue ways for having this disease in the first place.

"Just, where is Doc?"

"He's in his room down the hall." Grif scoffed before turning his attention to the fridge, his top half-hidden behind the dirty white fridge door.

"Grif! You can't just tell the enemy where our men are." Sarge scolded immediately, Grif only made a grunting noise before bending down further to reach towards the back of the fridge.

Before Sarge could make any more threats, or begin to even start to for that matter, you grabbed the withering flower and ventured further into their base. Sarge's voice was growing quieter the more you walked down the surprisingly long bedroom hallway. The army, the UNSC or Project Freelancer, must have thought a lot more people would be so willing to be stationed in the most desolate places with nothing to do but play a long game of capture the flag. Oh, how wrong the Army was to even waste money to even have that idea.

Finally, what you could guess was Doc's room. Especially since smooth jazz music was pouring out from behind the closed door, and you could even hear the cheery humming of the male with the calming beat. It felt bad for you to even knock on the steel door and interrupt whatever he was doing in his room, but you could say sorry later after you updated Doc about your disease. The volume of the music was lowered, and you could hear Doc say 'It's open!'.

"Doc?" You mumbled, once you tentatively opened his bedroom door.

Random posters of cheesy uplifting quotes, colorful little post-it's of self-esteem cheer up notes were plastered haphazardly among the posters that were glued to his walls. Typical Doc, for someone so bullied and teased from both teams, he managed to decorate his room the way he would want to make him feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. He was hyping himself up every day, and that was the most precious thing you could witness. Not everyone here was in the mindset to think the way Doc thought about themselves. Doc could perhaps go crazy and yet some part of his mind was so hardwired in positivity, that he could still find good things to say about himself.

"Oh! I didn't expect to see you here!" Doc spoke up once he registered you were standing in his room. He smiled warmly, glasses that sat on his nose tilted slightly from the movement of his cheeks.

"Well I'm your only real patient right now with a life-threatening disease, I would think you would expect me." You could have winced at the dry joke you were forced to crack to not ruin the welcoming environment in his room.  "Speaking of disease, Doc I have something to show you."

"Good or bad." The male rose his pointer finger to push the clear frames more upon his nose and plopped down on his bed to sit. His hands folded in his lap like a good listening student in elementary school. Except this was a sick version of  show and tell in a fucked elementary school.

"Well.." Your hand outstretched and showed the other the flower in your hand.

It stunk of a now sickeningly sweet smell, even if it was wilting and sad looking now more than ever. The periwinkle blue colored remained bright and vibrant, but the very ends of the petals were turning into the brown color that signified its slow process of decay. The smell was new, but then again maybe it was just the stench of Red Base itself. Maybe either base smelt different, but that would be a dumb observation.

"It's a Morning Glory, its.. pretty?"

Your eyes widened from Doc's observation. "Doc, are you kidding? I've never produced whole ass flowers before! and you want to tell me the type of flower it is! Are you still fucking kidding?"

"You're right! You're right I couldn't help myself." Clearing his throat, Doc leaned forward and plucked the head of the flower from your open palm.  He held the flower close to his eyes, nose wrinkling from the scent practically smacking him in the face from how nauseous it was making him feel.

"This is the first time you've ever produced right?" You nodded, and Doc hummed under his breath. One eyebrow cocked in question as he stared at the flower.  Curious fingers pulled at the petals and rubbed them between his thumb and forefinger, now and then making a noise of acknowledgment.

"Well, the disease is getting worse, it's progressing way faster than I thought it would. Good news, you won't choke on stems yet, just fully formed flower heads."

"That means?" You asked,

“It means you're well on your way to dying."

"Wha- Doc!"

"What? You asked."

You guffawed at the man who seemed stoic for once, he seemed so calm as a sudden rush of panic racked your brain and nearly left you screaming internally in your subconscious.

"Listen I'm serious when you need to actually talk to Church about this, or else this is going to be the end of you."

In the middle of you silently screaming and perhaps trying to hold together your sanity long enough to not break down screaming in front of Doc, in the Red Base no doubt. A third presence in the room made your spine curl inwards, and the acidic taste of sourness flooded your mouth.

"Tell me what?" Church asked when he materialized in the room, his see-through form that was hinted in the same color of the Morning Glory that was cradled tenderly in Doc's hand.

Now you had another reason to hate flowers, their colors reminded you of Church.

[lady-dimitrescus-loving-wife]

Aizawa x Student! Reader || Dirty Fantasies

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My head laid in my arms, (h/l) (h/c) sprawled over me as I mumble softly. There’s a book under my hands, it’s thick and covered and various stickers that I found fit along with some writing and messy but pretty clear doodles. I’m drooling on it a little and I’m so far gone I can’t hear Urakaka’s yell for me to wake up.

Suddenly a hand is heavily placed onto my head, firm fingers digging and rubbing against my scalp and if it wasn’t for the deep irritated grumble I would have simply purred at the touch.

“Wake up (y/n).. I won’t say it again.”

The male flares and I immediately shoot up in shock. (E/c) eyes wide as I blinked a couple times to remember my surroundings. The book is sitting there as he takes his hand away looking down and slowly his eyes glance over the first sentence.

‘I want him to choke me to death as he wrecks my insides-‘

His eyes widens and I immediately cover it back up with my body, basically hugging my desk. My cheeks are red but I try not to make it obvious even though he didn’t miss it. The male with the long dark hair rolls his eyes before turning away and walking back over to his sleeping bag. I watch him, even with all his clothes I can tell he has a nice back. Big biceps, tense abs, strong thighs.. god think about riding him.

Bouncing on those thighs like no tomorrow, cock plunged deep inside rubbing against my cervix. His cock dribbling with precum inside my swollen womb. Ah, wait.. I wonder what his cock looks like.

A shudder ripples through my body as though I’m an ocean and a whale just came up for air. My hand is shaking as I look down to my diary and begin to write again. My hand running over the pages like a cheetah running over the Savanna chasing a gazelle. I don’t even stop when my hand starts to catch a cramp or when Mina seems curious and Tsuyu lifts a brow. I’m hovering over the book so hard anyway which I know will stop people from trying to look.

Anyway what if his cock is not thick but long, can reach deep inside in send me into a spasming mess or maybe it’s meaty and will stretch me open like the cock slut I am. My pussy spasms at the thought and I have to stop myself from reaching under my desk to finger myself. Save it for later I always say.

Does he shave? I think curiously to myself carefully glancing up to look at him as he is looking over us. I nearly leap out my seat when his eyes land on me, dark and dominant and I shake my head. No way he shaves, he’s too rugged! Not like I mind though, I’d be happy with him yanking my hair down to gag on that meat stick.

A whimper leaves my mouth as my thighs clench together. Fuck, I have to stop.

I close my book and literally the second after the bell rings, Mina and Denki grab me not a second later and I squeal a bit surprised as they pull me out my chair making me stumble a little as I follow.

“Come on (y/n)-Chan! Let’s hang out!”

Mina grins as the both of them drag me away and for a second in the chaos I forget about my book. The journal falling to the floor but with the various voices it’s already forgotten.

Usually after lunch we can head to dorms to chill or the training room to work out. It isn’t until it’s maybe 8:45 pm. I’m lounging on my bed in some shorts, black and silky with a white line going down each side low enough to just barely pass my wide thighs and a sweatshirt on, white with black poki dots. My (e/c) eyes are closed but suddenly I shoot up like a rocket, my eyes as wide as saucers.

“Holy Shit!”

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I carefully walked up to the building, a bit scared honestly. Students were supposed to stay in dorms at this time but I just couldn’t leave it there. Why if I got there tomorrow and Sero and Kirishima found it..god forbids that ball freak finds it..

I skate my head from the thoughts and looked around at the large doors and clear windows, going through the front door would be way too obvious...

Carefully I rounded the corner and used my flashlight, pressing my face against the glass peeking in. No one seemed to be inside but it did look really creepy, a shuddered ran down my back and pouted scratching the back of my neck. For some reason my heart is pounding, beating through my chest and I clench my sweater. Don’t panic, teachers usually leave the second students are dismissed so why would any stay.

I huff, mouth twitching in a grin.

“Right, no one is here to stop me. Go in and then out, no one will know.”

I hum before pressing my hands against the sill, I look around for the latch and blink a bit confused when I notice there isn’t one. Has it always been that way? Suddenly a surprise cry slips from my lips when something claps around my ankles, like a snake and it yanks me to the ground, a startled grunt leaving my chest. I hiss and tilt my head pulling my ankle to see what grabbed me just for a couple more to shoot out from the darkness.

My arms tied behind my back and legs closed tightly together as I lay on my stomach, a breeze tickling the back of my thighs as I growl, eyes brightly and I go to summon my quirk only for nothing to happen.

What.. t-the hell..

Then.. footsteps.

“You got captured so easily. Why didn’t you do a secure check. What if I had been a villain (y/n)... or do you prefer getting called ‘Kitten’ instead..”

The voice spoke and my blood ran cold. I knew that voice, how could I not? The depth and how honest it was and fuck..I didn’t mean to whimper when he said my preferred nickname.

H-How did he know about it?

I felt my eyes twitch when he squatted down next to me, eyes dark and casted down onto me as he pressed a hand against my cheek. My face started to feel warm then the shock came back when I saw what I was looking for, my diary in his other hand. Open and in a position where he could easily read it. He continued to pet my cheek as a glint filled his eyes, slowly he looked back at the book reading it out loud.

“I would love him to praise me, pet me when I do good and spank me when I do bad. Fuck, use those large rough hands and finger me until I’m over sensitive with pleasure and don’t allow me to stop squirting Mr. Aizawa!”

He reads perfectly and I hiss when you laces his hand into my hair yanking me up to look at him. His eyes red and a bit sadistic and I can’t help how my clit hardens. The wind blows over us and my face is the heaviest of reds. H-How could he do that? Read my diary as though it’s just a normal book! I’m upset and I try to wiggle- try to get free even if I know it’s no use with him using his quirk.

“W-why did you read it..”

“Why did you leave it.”

He shoots back as though it’s my fault he went through something that wasn’t his and I bite my lip, teary eyes looking away and he hums. I struggle when he starts to move my body and gasps when he picks me up bridal style in his arms. I whine but I can’t help how I press my face against his chest taking in that natural musky smell and can’t help how I snuggle a little. He turns on his heel then I perk remembering the situation.

“W-wait! What are you doing, where are we going? I-I don’t understand-“

“I’m going to punish you.”

He states simply and I freeze, he walks carrying me with one hand and I’m shocked by his strength even though it makes sense considering he is a hero. He’s still reading as he walks, careful to not step in anything that would make much noise.

“W-What?”

I asked, what does he mean. I’m a student while he’s a teacher. He couldn’t possibly be thinking the same way I am, can he? I flinched when he snapped the book closed looking ahead.

“You wouldn’t tell if I did something to you, because yes, I want it as much as you do. You do know you’re my type right? I don’t care for looks but there’s something about you that’s been driving me completely insane.”

He spoke sounding a bit annoyed and I blush brightly looking up at him, he scoffed before looking down at me. Our eyes connecting as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips as I gasped lightly. I hadn’t even noticed we were at his room until he pulled away sitting the book down on my stomach before twisting open the door and slipping in.

I looked around curiously at the scene a bit shy but relieved when his bindings slipped off me and down my body to the hardwood floors. My hands grabbing the book and setting it down aside then moving down to tug on the bottom rim of my shorts like a little kid.

“A-Ah. S-So you like me too Mr. Aizawa?”

I asked stupidly and I yelped when hands suddenly grabbed me and pushed me down on a fluffy couch that had been nearby and a weight on top of me. I wiggled as he scooted up getting in between my legs forcing them open as he stared down at me. I bit my lip, sweater pulled up a little showing my tummy and he huffed leaning down and kissing my lips.

“That’s basically what I said right?”

He mumbled into the kiss moving his hands carefully down my sides and I arched a little immediately wrapping my arms around his shoulders pulling him back down until our foreheads pressed together. He seemed surprised at first but carefully closed his eyes letting out a soft sigh as he gently rubbed circles in my hips.

“I had to make sure, I really like you Aizawa.”

I whisper and he hummed staying quiet for a second before speaking once again.

“Damn your parents..”

He mumbles and I blink opening up my eyes, a bit confused at the statement as he pulls back, my hands slipping away as he pulls off his scarf and dark sweater tossing it aside. My eyes looking over his body and I cover my face to stop showing my blush. He’s so hot... that long dark hair and strong chest covered in healed scars.

“M-My parents?”

“Yes. Damn them for birthing such a beautiful girl.”

He speaks softly as he grabs my wrist and pull them away so he can stare at me once more. He leans down and kisses my neck, it’s hot and wet and something I’ve never felt before. A shiver running over me as I bit my lip and let out a soft whine when he starts to suck and nip the sensitive flesh as a dark bruise starts to form. His hair tickling my forehead and I arch accidentally rubbing our hips together.

He pulls back a little with a light pop as a soft growl leaves his chest. I want to close my legs because I’m so fucking wet right now and it’s really embarrassing. He moves his hands under my sweater and his finger tips feel like they’re on fire as he feels my skin up until he feels my bra. He kisses the corner of my mouth as he scoots closer and through the layers of our clothes I can feel his erection but it’s distant.

“Can I touch them baby?”

Oh my god yes, come through with the names daddy. I wiggle under him and nod. My eyes feel lidded as I look up at him.

“Y-Yes please~”

I speak softly and he immediately pulls up my sweater and kisses me harshly, our mouth smashed together and tongues dancing together only pulling away as he pulled it off of me releasing my breast. I’m wearing a (f/c) lace bra which clips on in the front and he groans lightly as he cups them, his pointer finger and thumb going under the fabric to pinch them. I toss my head back pulling away from our heated kiss to arch heavily against him.

A string on saliva connecting us as he pants lightly, his warm breath dancing over my skin as I cup his face pulling us back into the kiss. It’s getting hot and my body is twitching with excitement as we dry hump, his hips roughly rutting against mine as I moan into his mouth. I suck on his tongue and he rakes his nails down my stomach making me whimper as he pulls away panting as he looks down at me.

He pulls back, sitting on his knees allowing me to rest for a second.

“You know this was supposed to be a punishment right..”

He speaks softly as he tugs on my shorts and I excitedly raise my hips to get them off easier. I give a cheeky grin as he pulls the fabric off my legs and toss them aside clearly not caring where it land. Before he starts to pull down his pants and I stare cause I can see the outline of his cock.

“I-I know but I’m s-so happy. I really want you and like you and hope this won’t be the only time hmph!~”

Lips connect with mine once more as he harshly kisses me, it feel like he stole my breath but he pulls away once again.

“Shut up, my heart is already beating a lot. Trying to give me a heart attack?..”

“Never.”

I whisper back and he smiled lightly before opening his pants, his cock flopping out and slapping my crotch surprising me. I look down at it and drool just a little. It meaty and long, veiny and slick with precum. The hairs at the base are as dark as his hair and and straight. It looks shaved just a bit but still has a good amount. He even have two noticeable dimples on the underside. I sit up and he moves as I climb up in his lap.

He blushes lightly but places his hands on my hips pulling on the lace until it snaps open and I pout at him. What got me was how he simply lifts a brow as though he did nothing wrong before pulling off my bra tossing it aside leaving me bare. His gaze is intense, like a lion that hasn’t eaten in months, like his ready to devour me at any second, my pussy is right over his cock trapping it between mine and his own body as he shudders.

“Shit. You’re soaking wet..”

He grunts as he rolls his hips, the organ rubbing against my lips, then my vagina, then my clit making my whole body shake as I dig my nails into his shoulders, nipples hard and chest rising and falling, breath hitched and cheeks red. He didn’t seem to think it’d slide in until he gave another thrust, inside of rubbing against my hood again it slides inside and I give a surprised cry. He gasped hugging me close crushing me against his strong chest, it’s stretching me, a slight burn coming from it as he pushes into my pink insides.

I clench down on him and he slaps my ass making me arch against him, breast in his face as he holds me tightly opening up my virgin berry as we hold each other.

He stays still for a while and I can feel my lips getting tickled by his hairs, I roll against him and he growls lightly kissing the space between my breast to somewhat calm himself.

I want it so bad and I can tell he can’t hold back, he’s sweating, hair a bit messy and his strong hips twitch beneath mine. My ass stings from the slap he gave me and I want more. Maybe later I’ll do something to make him angry and have him spank me until I’m raw.

I snap out of my thoughts when his hips snaps up, his cock diving in deep and making me cry out. I can’t tell for sure but I swear he’s fucking into my cervix because I’m already twitching.

He’s rough and I have to cling to him, our hips are making a ruckus. Slapping noises and precum dripping down my thighs and leaking onto his own. The previously quiet home now full with pleasured cries, sloppy wet slapping noises, and groans. I can’t tell what he’s thinking but when I look at his face it’s red, and scrunched with pleasure and his hips are going crazy. His hands continuously slapping and spreading my cheeks opening me up as I bounce in his lap.

Im so fucking close and I can really feel him in my stomach, bumping around and rearranging my fleshy insides. He’s so cute..

I lean down and kiss him and he happily accepts it, tilting his head back as I chase him. His right hand leaves my ass to grabbed my hair pulling me closer into the kiss and I couldn’t pull away even when he slammed into my g-spot shooting shocks all over my body and sending it into a spasming mess. I whimper and cry against his lips and let’s me go holding my hips close and continuing the brutal pace watching me with lidded as as I beg and try to stop him.

If he keeps going I’ll cum and I don’t want to yet. My thighs hurt and my ass stings but I want him to slow down even if it feels so good.

“N-no Aizawa! P-Please not y-yet! O-oh~ Oh god I can’t!”

He knows I’m on the verge but somehow he manages to go harder grabbing the back of my legs and pinned me back down, holding my legs up as I scream and press weakly on his biceps. In this position he’s even deeper and I can feel my eyes rolling, tongue hanging out as he keeps sending harsh snaps.

“Y-you can and you will.”

He stated before reaching a hand down to pinch my rock hard clit and fuck, the string inside of me finally broke and I screamed once more, the noise echoing as I cream. The milky white substance drowning his cock before he quickly pulled out letting out a loud groan as he squirted on my stomach. My hole spasms as the liquid drips over my ass as he continues to hold my legs up, towering over me as he pants before he lays between them laying on top of me, mixing our juices together.

Tears are running down my cheeks as I pant and twitch under hip and he kisses me once again holding me close as he whispers against my ear.

“I trust you to believe this is our little secret?”

He speaks softly and I hug him nodding softly. Of course I do, I’d never tell another soul as long as I live. I didn’t want to lose this man.

“Good girl, also stop letting Kaminari touch you. I don’t like it.”

He mumbles and I open my tired eyes a little curious and confused at what he means but I nod anyway.

It didn’t matter right now.

[babiesdreams]

+18 (Adult content)

The devil’s choice +18 00 line sixsome

Warnings: Sixsome ofc, oral (g and r), degradation, deep throat, praise, hard dom shit, overstimulation, anal, idk what else.

Reposting bc Tumblr flagged it.

“Let’s just get the assignment done alright?” You shout, stopping the mess going on by the boys surrounding you. You loved your friends but sometimes they could be a pain in the ass. They were just too messy god. “They started it” Donghyuck spits out, but Renjun gives him a look. “Excuse me, should we talk about last night?”

“Don’t you fucking dare” Hyuck replies glaring at him with a serious look. “Why?? I’m sure Y/n wants to know” The boy replies teasingly. “Dude, stop it” Jaemin says grabbing renjun’s arm trying to shut him up. “What would I want to know?” You ask innocently and Yangyang, who’s been sitting next to you the whole time, caress your knee saying a soft “It’s nothing”

“No, I wanna know” you say getting up. Everyone looks at you with a weird expression “What’s it?” You scream, wanting answers. “We talked about...” Jaemin starts saying “Dude shut up” Jeno stops him inmediately. “They were arguing about who would fuck you better” Yangyang spits out.

“THEY?” Haechan screams at him. “I remember you being so enthusiastic about it as well” Jaemin says teasingly, pointing at Yangyang. “And what was your conclusion?” You say looking at Haechan who instantly tsks at you. “It was obiously me” He says proudly, and at first you think he’s just being full of himself as usual, but when nobody protest, you chuckle.

“Oh my god y’all are soooo wrong” You say walking away from everyone towards the kitchen. “Hey, he was basically begging to win, what did you want us to do?” Jeno explains farther more as you dissapear through the corridor.

You start searching for something to eat while you hear a new chaos forming in the living room. You take your time as you think everyone’s going crazy with the fight. “I know Hyuck wouldn’t be the best one” Renjun whispers to your ear as his body gets closer to yours. You can feel his bulge against your butt, slightly hard.

“W-what?” You stutter, feeling the boy’s hand around your waist before he turns you around, forcing you to look at him. “I know I’m the best match for you in here” He whispers getting closer to your lips. “R-renjjun” You whisper trying to get off his hold.

“Hey, get off her, you pervert” Jaemin screams from the door frame and Renjun walks away from your figure, kind of leaving you with some weird neediness. You whimper unconciously by the sudden emptiness the boy leaves you with. Both of the boys’ gazes turn to you, analyzing what just happened.

“Did you just...?” Renjun starts asking and Jaemin looks at him confused “Did she just...?” You turn completely red and shake your head. “Let’s go to the living room” You say walking fastly pass the boys.

When you arrive to the living room the other three boys are standing right next to each other, arms crossed and waiting for you to come back. “We decided that we are gonna let you choose” Jeno says and you start laughing. “What is this Fuck, marry, kill?” You ask confused.

“Kinda” Haechan says flirtly. “I’ll kill Haechan then” You say sipping on the drink you grabbed from the kitchen. “And who would you fuck?” Yangyang asks right away. You choke on your drink, laughing out loud right after. “You guys are so needy, you need to get railed” You say jokingly.

“Said the whinning girl. Bet you’re craving for all of us to fuck you now” Renjun says teasingly. “WHAT?” Haechan asks confused. “She literally whimpered when I got off her in the kitchen” Renjun explains. “That’s true” Jaemin admits.

“No it’s not. And y’all need to calm down” You shout at them, already done with the conversation. “Just admit it” Renjun shouts back, making you back up a little. “I do not-”

“You could have just told us if you were so needy baby” Jaemin says getting closer to you. “You’re so dirty that you want a sixsome? I couldn’t have guessed that, miss innocent” Yangyang spits out, making you blush. “Okay, fine stop” You say, making everyone freeze in their places.

“I-I may be down, but-” You were about to set some rules, but Haechan grabs you before you can say anything. His lips shut yours up, making you unable to protest as his hand travels down your hips. His body direct you to the bedroom, where he lets you fall onto the big bed. You can hear footsteps following you, though you’re unable to tell who they are from, as you keep your eyes closed, getting lost in the kiss.

You eventually feel some hands over your body, but you’re unable to tell who they’re from. “Let me taste her too” You hear Jeno say. Haechan gets pulled away from the kiss by Jeno’s strong arms. The younger boy’s lips get replaced by Jeno’s, who kisses you deeply and heatedly.

You can hear hyuck’s protests mixed with some belt tingling. Someone’s hand starts getting your clothes off, letting you feel the cold air of the room against your warm and wet cunt.

You moan inside Jeno’s kiss when you feel some fingers inside of you, and someone’s tongue pressed against your clit. “She’s so wet, dude” Yangyang says, revealing his position.

On your upper body, you can feel two people sucking on each of your nipples, each one following a different pace and technique. The sensations are overwhelming to say the least.

Jeno gets off the kiss with a heavy breath, allowing you to get some air as well. The view is even more overwhelming. Renjun was the one licking your clit and the two other boys were on eash side of your body licking your breasts. Yangyang looks at you while he fingers you, winking teasingly at your desperate expression.

You let your head fall back, while you feel Jeno’s tongue drawing paths on your neck, in between whispers that you are not quite able to understand. “Who do you want to fill you in first?” Yangyang ask looking right into your eyes. You moan softly, unable to make any sense of your thoughts.

“I’ll be last” Renjun says, stopping his actions for a split second and then coming back. “That’s not fair” Haechan says leaving your nipple with a wet pop. “Let her decide” Yangyang says angrily, stopping his fingers for a moment.

“I-I, Yangyang” You manage to say, just wanting the discussion to be over at last. The boy smiles at your words, getting his pants and boxers off. You close your eyes, not wanting the view to overwhelm you farther more.

You soonly feel Yangyang’s tip against your entrance, concentrating on the feeling of his length stretching your walls, even if the rest of the sensations are not easy to ignore. His veiny dick hits every little spot inside of you, not leaving a single empty space.

“Fuck, she’s so tight” He growls out. You get distracted by Jeno’s whispers on your ear as he says “Good girl, you’re doing great...” And a whole bunch of sweet nothings. You’re too driven by his words that you don’t notice how Yangyang’s thrusts speed up fastly.

Renjun, had climbed out since the boy entered you, getting to your belly, drawing wet paths with his tongue and then repeating them with his fingers. Haechan and Jaemin had stopped sucking your nipples long ago, as they were already too redish.

They were now competing on who leaves more hickeys along your breasts and neck. You are not looking, but your skintone cannot be seen anymore as the purpleish marks are covering your it completely.

Yangyang’s moans mixed up with your own, forming a nice harmony that fills the silence in the room. His dick twitches inside of you, hinting you on how close he actually is. You can also feel a wave of arousal coming, as all the different sensations mix up in your brain.

Before you notice, your walls are completely painted in white, as Yangyang gets out of you. Everyone praises your exhausted self, and caress your body in different ways and parts. After you calm down from your high, Hyuck and Jaemin position themselves.

Jaemin gets behind you and hyuck on top of you. Both of their tips hit your entrances. While hyuck enters inmediately, Jaemin lets his fingers play inside your butt, prepating yourself for the incoming painfully satisfying sensation.

Hyuck starts with a fast pace, as he’s aware of how overworked your body may feel and he doesn’t want you to. Jaemin finally enters you, after a long foreplay with his fingers. And it still feels somehow painfull, even though pleasure brushes the pain away. “Fuck, you’re so tight and so good for me baby” Hyuck moans out, while his sweat makes his skin glow down the lighting of the room, making a perfect picture on front of your eyes.

Both penetrations coordinate and uncoordinate at different timings, making you confused for determing who’s inside of you at the moment. Jeno, has taken his pants and boxers off as well, making you suck on his dick. Though your movements don’t really make sense as your brain is really unable to think anything.

Hyuck cums first, letting his cum mix with yangyang’s as the both come out of yous insides slowly dripping down the mattress. You shake out of pleasure at the warm feeling. Jaemin is also close, though he makes you cum first, drawing circles on your clit as he thrusts into you faster and deeper.

He hits places you didn’t know that existed, making a second climax brush over your whole body. He cums right after with loud yet low moans, filling your ass with his white hot cum. You lay down, heavy breathing, taking another break from the situation. They all repeat their praises, including Jeno, who gets his dick out of your mouth, to let you rest for a bit.

After some minutes, you collect yourself and sign the boys to continue their actions. Jeno drags you to the floor, getting you into a kneeling position. He grabs your hair strongly as he guides you through his length, hitting the back of your throat with his tip.

You gag everytime he does, and it seems to somehow motivate him, as he keeps doing it faster and deeper. Precum starts coming out of his tip, mixing up with your saliva as it drips down your mouth. The view is quite something. Everybody is just watching in awe at how beautiful you look like that.

He finally cums inside your mouth, making the dripping even messier as it falls down the floor. He pulls out of your mouth, letting you breathe after you swallow his cum. His hand caress your cheek, making a soft gesture after his brutal actions.

“You did great babygirl” He says placing a kiss on your soft lips. Your whole body shakes due to the overwork and the new neediness Jeno worked out on you. But still you smile at him, eanting to give back some of the love he was giving you.

“Are you too tired?” Renjun asks kind of tired of waiting. You shake your head at him, blinking slowly as you collect yourself once more. Renjun’s eyes are fixed on your figure, analyzing the truth behind your words.

He stands up getting closer to your kneeling figure. His arms grab you in the air, letting your legs surround his waist. He drags you back to the bed, putting you down as he does. Your body gets hug by the nice texture of the bedsheet’s fabric.

The softness of the sheets drives you in as you get lost in the feeling of his hold around your body. His tip enters you as soon as you fall into the mattress. His length enters completely getting the rest of the boys’ cum to move in your walls.

Everyone stays aside as Renjun’s posture is basically not allowing them to be nearby, so they are basically forced into watching how he fucks you senseless.

His hips move fast as he thrusts you, his hands wiping the sweat off your forehead. Tears start falling down your cheeks as pleasure overwhelms you. His fingertips wipe them off. “Look at you, crying for my dick, how pathetic” The sudden degradation makes you blush, and the boy notices right away, getting encouraged by it.

“You have just been craving for my cock all day huh?” He growls out as he speeds up. Your moans leave your lips uncontrollably. “That’s right, I’m the one who fucks you the best after all, aren’t I?” He asks teasingly and you simply nod. “SAY IT” He shouts at you, rubbing your clit in fast circles.

Your whole body shakes as his moves drive you crazy. “You are the best, renjun” You manage to say in between desperate moans. He stops his fingers, keeping his pace steady on you. “You fucking love this don’t you? God you’re such a whore” He growls, getting closer to his own climax.

“Cum for me, baby, let them know, who’s the best” Renjun says under his breath and shortly after you cum again, losing count of your highs. He cums shortly after, but unless the rest of the boys, he stays inside of you, caressing your neck, collarbone, chest, belly, and all the way back up, while you calm down.

“You did an amazing job Y/N, he says kissing every spot his fingertips already touched. The rest of the boys keep praising you as well, getting closer now. And just like tha in between soft touches and kisses you fall asleep peacefully.

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