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jyoongim · 2 months

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i saw this one story of urs where it was alastor and vox sister reader, and im OBSESSEDDDD I LOVE UR STORIES!!

im obsessed with the trope of two rivals then one courts the others family member, its so good!! so, in honor of my love for this trope..

alastor rearranging the readers guts and broadcasting it for all of hell to hear, including vox. OR, even better, using vox’s own technology to broadcast it for all of hell to WATCH! i want the reader crying, glitching out and begging from overstimulation, and possibly even overheating from it. and maybe a bit of praise and degradation? pretty please? :3

your new anon, pixie 🤍🌸

Warnings: Vox!Sister!Reader x Alastor, in love with the enemy trope, Smut! Overstimulation, begging, praise/degradation, slight humiliation, taunting

Think of reader like a humanoid robot

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Vox had always made sure that you stayed clear of Alastor.

He didnt want the Radio head anywhere near you.

You were his little sister and he would be damned if that old-timely prick got his hands on you.You felt bad for your brother, he was trying to protect you after all, but you were a big girl and could handle your own affairs.

Vox had warned you against getting close to the Radio Demon multiple times, and while at first you listened, Alastor had found you quite interesting. Being Vox’s sister was just a bonus, he liked seeing Vox growl in disapproval or take you away from the red demon’s prying eyes.

Alastor had been making Vox’s life feel like a whirlpool with the constant close proximity he had with you and then turning around to belittle him for all of Hell to hear.

But you liked the attention the red demon gave you.

It was the first time in satan knows how long, that someone wasn’t terrified of Vox and his influence and you could just feel appreciated.

Alastor was a gentleman. He took the time to get to know you and after a while you accepted his advances.

You didnt have the heart to tell Vox.

I mean what would you tell him?

’oh yea by the way! I’ve been seeing Alastor behind your back even though I know you hate his guts’

You really wanted him to at least tolerate Alastor as your partner.

”What’s on your mind doll?” a rough low voice said, making you blink out of your headspace.

Alastor tilted his head as you smiled ”oh its nothing. Just wished that my brother didnt hate you. You’re not as bad as he says you are”

Alastor chuckled. The two of you had been seeing each other behind the Televison’s back and it gave Alastor so much joy of the thrill knowing you fancied him enough to go against your brother.

He rubbed your thighs reassuringly as he pressed a soft kiss to your pouty lips. “Oh really?” He smirked.

You shook your head, not wanting to think about it anymore. To shift the mood, you tangled your fingers in his fluffy locks, pulling him back to your mouth.

The two of you were in his radio tower for a late night rendezvous.

Vox would blow a fuse if he knew you had snuck out of headquarters to see the red demon.

You pressed your body against his, grinding your hips against the hard bump in Alastor’s pants. You smirked against his lips “aww you missed me that much?” Alastor growled lowly as he dug his claws in your soft skin.

Most secret nights were spent having intense make out sessions and heavy petting.

But you wanted to go further, it was always Alastor who stopped before the two of you could go any further.

You slipped from his lap, to situate yourself between his thighs. Your hands fumbled with his belt and right when your fingers pulled at the band of his boxers, Alastor stopped you.

”I think its quite late to indulge in such activities dearest”

You pouted up at him, eyes swirling up at him “I just want to make you feel good too…don’t you want to fuck me Al?”

You nuzzled your nose against his erection, purring “I don’t know when Vox’ll let me out again”

How he resist when you looked so cute peppering kisses to his cock?

He let out a groan and when he didnt protest any further, you pulled until his cock sprang from its confines and slapped against your lips.

You took ahold of the girthy length and stroked it a few times before wrapping your lips around the tip.

Alastor sighed as you swirled your tongue on the tip of his cock, giving it kitten licks before taking him whole.

You bobbed your head happily, sending vibrations along his length as you sucked.

A hand wrapped in your hair,pushing you further down until you gurgled around him.

Alastor’s cock twitched in your throat as he looked down at you.

Oh what a pretty thing you were…

He snatched you off him, ignoring your whine when he pulled you back into his lap. He grinned at you. You were buzzing, skin flushed. He pulled you close to his face “seems you’ve convinced me enough to indulge you my dear”

A hand made its way under your dress, toying with your panties.

”To think your brother thinks he can keep you away from me” he chuckled as a finger caressed your puffy clit. You let out a low gasp, leaning into him as he played with your pussy.

You jolted when a finger slid into your warm heat, curling along your gummy walls. You mewled in his shoulder, grinding into his hand. Alastor grinned as your sticky slick dripped onto his hand, adding a second finger, he curled them into your walls, stretching you out.

His lips pressed into your exposed shoulder, sharp teeth nipping ”you’ll be a good girl for me wont you doll?” You nodded and gasped as he slipped his fingers out of you and picked you up to lay you across his control panel.

He grinned above you as he pulled at your dress. Your full tits spilled, nipples perking as they were exposed to the cool air.

You threw your head back as he pinched and twisted the peaks, letting out a ragged moan when his hot mouth enveloped the mound, switching between the two, sucking on your nipples like a babe seeking milk

“Ooh-Ah” you sighed when he tugged a nipple with his teeth.

Alastor grinded his cock against your smoldering heat, coating him in your essence.

His lips released your tit and trailed up to litter your collarbone and neck in kisses. You blinked when his face appeared in your vision.

You gave him a soft smile and hooked your legs around his waist.

You were tingling with excitement. The buttons on his control panel dug into your back, but you were focused on the demon looming over you.

”I fear your brother will be furious if he discovered our treachery”

He was givin you one last chance to change your mind, but at this moment all you wanted was the pleasure that he could grant you.

So you threw caution to the wind

You angled your hips so his cock catch your clit, pulling him by his collar

“Fuck Vox”

He grinned and when he slotted his lips against yours, he thrusted into you, swallowing your groan as he stretched your cunt.

Unbeknownst to you, Alastor had turned his radio frequency on.

You were unaware that he was now broadcasting his defilement of you.

Voxtech’s pampered princess.

”A-Ala..Oh fuck!” You moaned in his neck as he filled you.

Alastor groaned in your ear “you take me so well darlin hehe i knew you would” bottoming out til his balls rested on the curve of your ass.

Your face was buried in his neck, body tingling as your systems ran haywire.

But when he pulled his hips back and pushed again and again and again you couldn’t stop the airy gasps that left your throat.

Your cunt clenched around his cock as he buried himself in you, soft grunts rattling in his throat as he pushed your hips deeper into the control panel. You were sure you’ll have the marks afterwards from how hard he was pummeling into you but that was a matter to be concerned with later.

A hand wrapped around your locks, pulling your face from his neck to look at him. Your lip was caught between your teeth, trying to contain the depraved sounds that bubbled in your chest. Your face was flushed and your eyes were blown.

Alastor peppered your heated face with kisses, whispering perverted nothings against your skin as he rutted up into you.

”Seven hells this cunt is perfect fuck! you look so pretty doll. My pretty girl. This what you wanted isn’t it? Hmm? You wanted me to take you didnt you doll?”

High pitch whines left your throat as his pace quickened.

”A-Al p-please oh fuck oh fuck I’m gonna ah!” Your cunt gushed and squeezed as your orgasm wrecked through your system.

Alastor sneered in your face, eyes narrowed as your face contorted in pleasure “That’s right doll cum on my cock. That’s a good girl. Such a good little slut”

You let out a cry as your systems buzzed as you creamed his cock.

You slumped against his chest, panting as your body shook.

”oh sweetheart I’m not done with you”

Vox was fuming.

How dare that insufferable loser take over his systems!

He was trying to gain control over the frequencies when he froze at the sound of your voice.

”Alastor oh fuck!” Your voice ranged out on the monitors.

No No No No NO!

FUCK NO!

Vox watched in horror as his baby sister cried out in ecstasy.

”Sir the channels are blocked how would you like me-”

”GET THE FUCK OUT!” He roared.

Vox sat in his chair and plugged various cables into his import.

He would be damned if anyone else saw you in such a disgraceful state. He checked every monitor in the city and shut the system down. He limited it to only Voxtech headquarters.

”that’s a good little slut”

Vox growled as the systems glitched and became distorted.

”P-please please please! Al no more” tears streamed down your face as blue sparks flew from your systems.

Your legs trembled as the red demon pounded into you.

Your body jolted against his control panel as your claws ripped through the metal.

”You can take a little more can’t you doll?” Alastor asked as he worked you through another orgasm.

Your body was covered in sweat and your systems were working overtime to prevent you from overheating.

Alastor’s cock twitched as your core heated up. It was like being surrounded by molten goo. Your cum was dripping down your legs and coating his length.

You cried out as his cock get that sweet spot inside you, the sound of your cunt squelching and his skin hitting yours radiated through the room.

”I wonder how far I can push your systems dear. Youve got such a pretty pussy, wonder how much of my cum you can take”

Every word had you clenching around him.

”Allllllll” you whined as your system started to glitch, a warning ding ringing in your head.

”You like me ruining you don’t you doll? What would your dear brother say if he saw you taking the cock of the radio demon? I can’t wait to see the look on his face when I send you back to him filled with my cum, oooh yes would you like that pretty doll? To go back home stuffed with my cum hmmm?”

”too m-uch oh fuck fuck fuck Al! Ah! Please please I t-think I’m-I’m gonna OH!” Your body seized as you glitched out, sparks flying and the lights on the control panel flickered as Alastor tore your orgasm from you. A cry ripped for your lips as your eyes dimmed, systems shutting down as you milked his cock, pulling his own orgasm from him.

Alastor came with a growl as he painted your heated walls white, humming in satisfaction when your body went limp and a soft beeping came from you.

With a squish, he pulled his cock out of you and watched as his cum dripped out of you.

He watched as you slid from the panel and into a heap on the floor. Your body convulsed and twitched as your eyes glowed on and off, a soft static coming from you. He hummed and grinned as Vox appeared across your eyes.

”Hello old pal enjoy the show? Hope you don’t mind the little dear coming home late she’s a bite worst for wares.”

Bright sparks flew from you as Vox tried to boot your systems back up.

”YOU FUCKING PRICK! I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU!” Vox growled.

Alastor chuckled, before pulling your limp body to him. He angled your head so Vox could see him clearly and rested his head on your ass. He grinned when electricity ran through you, a protective measure no doubt, he leaned down to your used cunt and placed a soft kiss to your cunt, sucking it into his mouth.

Vox smashed his control panel and cursed when your systems sent a report of the mess you were.

“Hehe until next time old friend” Alastor crackled as he took over your systems, blocking Vox from having any access.

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eldritch-nightmare · 7 months

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Can you make a scenario about how the pastas would react after an argument? Like, if the reader left to get some fresh air? (I crave angst)

-💫Anon

a/n: indeed i can my friend here's a healthy amount of (very mild) angst just for you. i'm so totally gonna use this idea in a future chapter for the silly lil scenarios book as well because uh angst. maybe the prompt got away from me just a little bit i won't lie.

how do they react after an argument?

includes: jeff the killer, laughing jack, slenderman, nina the killer, eyeless jack, jane the killer, candy pop, clockwork, ticci toby, nurse ann, x virus, kagekao, jason the toymaker, the puppeteer, homicidal liu, sully, the bloody painter, the doll maker, zalgo, and hobo heart.

warnings: the aftermath of an argument, relationship disputes, some of these are healthy and some of these are not, inconsistent length.

JEFF THE KILLER would honestly be more upset if you walked out after an argument. he's already upset enough as it is, so you turning your back to him and storming out just makes his blood boil. he won't follow after you, but he'll definitely disappear for the next few days. he really isn't the best at resolving arguments, no matter how small they are. and unless he really fucks up, then he isn't going to apologize even if he is in the wrong. he's jeff the fucking killer, what the hell does he have to feel sorry about? you should consider yourself lucky that he didn't gut you for pissing him off.

if you want to have any form of resolve to this argument, you'll have to force the conversation because he will actively try to shut you down. he can't. he literally can't. resolution is not something he is good at, and unless you're the one to apologize, even if you aren't the one who is at fault, he's just not going to let any of this resolve. does that make him an asshole? yeah, it does. does he feel guilty? just a little. does that change anything? no, not really.

LAUGHING JACK, similar to jeff, would feel more upset over you walking away from the fight rather than the fight itself. he can come off as pretty scary during an argument, especially if it's one where he feels like he's in the right. he gets frustrated easily, and he's just overall a very expressive person, so. and he can get pretty fucking mean if he wants to, so yeah honestly you needing to walk away makes complete and total sense and he knows that it makes sense but that doesn't make him any less upset.

he'll just blame it on his abandonment issues or something because seeing you leave just to go and calm down should not have hurt as much as it did. and he debates going after you but he ultimately decides it would be best if he didn't. he wants to resolve this though, and he'll try but it'll be painfully awkward because, i mean, yeah.

SLENDERMAN is, by default, a pretty scary being the begin with so i imagine an argument with it would be pretty unnerving. it isn't used to people arguing with it, that's for sure. i think it would be more amused than upset, seeing such a small being stare up at it as if trying to intimidate it... it's a cute sight to see, that's for sure. it'll keep that thought to itself, of course. it imagines that saying such a thing out loud may only make things worse.

slender won't be upset when you walk away. it understands that you're just going to cool off. it'll take this time to clear its own thoughts until the two of you are ready to talk again and clear up the tension.

NINA THE KILLER would be immensely frustrated seeing you walk away. she'll probably let out a groan and tell you to come back, but she won't follow after you. she understands that if the two of you kept arguing any longer, things would only get worse. she knows that, so she'll use this as a chance to calm down herself. nina gets over things easier than you would think, and if this argument wasn't over anything major then the next time you see her, she'll most likely be back to her usual self.

she'll probably be the first to apologize as well, even if she feels as if she's not the one at fault. she can't stand when you're upset at her, so just accept her apology so the two of you can move on, yeah?

EYELESS JACK is always viewed as mature and in control of his emotions. and he is. a little too in control if we're being honest here. for most arguments you guys may have, he'll keep his cool and will try to understand your point of view and where you're coming from. there are times, however, when the control he has over his emotions slips, and you get reminded that oh. your boyfriend is a cannibalistic demon that can literally kill you in the blink of an eye. he really doesn't mean to scare you, but it's definitely a good thing you choose that moment to walk away to cool off because he has to physically force himself to not go after you.

and once he calms down, he will apologize. it's a genuine apology, one written all over his face. he never wants to or means to invalidate you and your emotions, and he never wants to make you scared of him.

JANE THE KILLER would probably be the first to walk away from an argument, if we're being fairly honest. if this is richardson we're talking about, then she's definitely more mature about it and politely suggests that you both take fifteen minutes to cool off before continuing the conversation. she does it because it's one, a healthy thing to do for your relationship, and two, while she is heavily in control of her emotions, the liquid hate running through her veins enhances her anger and it would be really bad if she genuinely got angry.

if this is arkensaw, i think she'll be a little less mature than she would like. she portrays herself as someone in control of her emotions, but her emotions and her hatred are what drive her. she does her best to her burning-hot anger in check but if you two have an argument, then it's fairly difficult. if you walk away first, then it'll only serve to upset her more, but she won't go after you. honestly, she'll probably even avoid you in the coming days because her anger lingers. it always lingers.

CANDY POP thinks it's cute that this little argument of yours got you so worked up that you had to walk away from him. honestly hell yeah if i were you i'd walk away from him as well because there is simply no winning with this guy. worst man you could ever argue with, to be honest.

but as we all know, his mood can change in an instant with no warning so. one moment, he thinks you walking away from him is cute and adorable. the next, he's getting frustrated and following after you because you don't get to walk away from him, silly. haven't you realized that he owns you?

CLOCKWORK, while she has her own anger issues and tends to get easily frustrated by the smallest of things, does try her best to keep her emotions in check if you two ever have an argument. it's not easy, and there have been times when she's snapped at you, but she always apologizes immediately after.

you walking away would make sense. she understands, she knows that you both need to take time to calm down before things get too heated. she gets it. but depending on what you two are arguing about, doing so could only serve to make her more angry. it's... frustrating, really. she won't follow after you though, because she knows it's what is best.

TOBY would want you to walk away. he needs it, to be honest. he tries to avoid getting into arguments with you for various different reasons. arguing with you stresses him out more than he would like it to, and it reminds him of the hold you have on him. you walking away from the argument would give him time to clear his head and cool off.

once you've both calmed down, he'll probably be the first to approach you because he cannot stand the awkward tension that always lingers after arguments with people. he wants to clear the air so this can all just be water under the bridge. it'll be a painfully awkward conversation though. he's not good at... resolving arguments. never had a positive example, to be honest.

NURSE ANN struggles to speak, so i think she would try to avoid getting into an argument because she feels as if she won't be able to properly get her point across. but arguments are bound to happen sooner or later, even in the healthiest relationships. and ann, to put it simply, is a very angry person. she keeps that anger in check when you're around, but it's literally impossible to not slip up a few times.

since ann rarely ever vocally speaks, her anger is typically conveyed in her stares and her jerky gestures as she signs. you walking away is the smartest thing you could do in that moment, leaving her alone to stew in her always-burning anger that she'll choose to take out on any nearby destructible objects or some sad poor soul that just so happens to trespass at her hospital in the coming hours.

X-VIRUS seems like the type of guy who has never really been in any arguments, to be honest. maybe when he was at the orphanage he got into a few petty arguments between the other kids, but nothing that would warrant needing to walk away, y'know? and i definitely don't think he'd treat the argument seriously, brushing off your words and whatnot.

he only realizes that you were genuinely angry with him when you walked away. it's definitely like... a slap in the face that oh. i'm a fucking asshole. he's not really sure what to do in this moment, and he waits until you come back on your own to try and apologize. but he's not the best at apologies.

KAGEKAO wouldn't treat the argument seriously at all. at least, not at first. honestly, he'd probably purposefully get you even more upset just to get a reaction out of you. does that make him an asshole? oh, most certainly. he just likes seeing you feel anything towards him, even if it's anger. he likes getting a reaction out of you because it's him you're reacting to. and it's entertaining as well, though you don't need to know that.

when you walk away, he'll feel a little frustrated at not being able to see you but he won't follow after you. he knows when to stop his antics. shocking, i know. and, if you're lucky, he may even hold you in his arms once you calm down. it's his way of an apology, i suppose.

JASON THE TOYMAKER fucking hates arguing with you. you're his other half, so arguing with you makes him feel sick to his stomach because what if... what if you aren't the one? he likes you too much to lose you, so you have to be the one. he definitely seems like he'd try to keep the argument short, and he'll be relieved when you walk away to cool off.

you don't try to leave him afterward, even if he was at fault for whatever you two may have been bickering over. that's good, really. that means you want to stay with him, even if you two have arguments like this. that's... that's so good.

THE PUPPETEER can't stand when anyone argues with him, so yeah, any argument you may have with him will be horrible and tense and it will not be pretty. he has to be the one to get the final word. he has to be the one in the right, even if he isn't. you must be aware of this, right? i mean, you're (hopefully, i assume) willingly sticking around this guy, right? so you should know that there's no winning with him.

and you walking away is simply not something he'll take kindly to. it's something that'll more than likely get a how dare you reaction out of him. you're a fool if you think he's just going to let you walk away. no, he'll either follow after you, or he'll pull you back with his strings. the conversation isn't over until he says that it's over.

HOMICIDAL LIU definitely does try to avoid any potential arguments with you. to be honest, most of your arguments with him will more than likely stem from his almost blatant disregard for his health and safety when he's injured as well as his almost suffocating habit of needing to protect you and keep you safe. it's inevitable, even if it's something he tries so desperately to avoid. that desperation is what tends to lead to arguments as well, if we're being honest.

he's not upset when you walk away. honestly, he's glad that you do. he always feels pretty damn awful whenever you two fight, and he patiently waits until you're ready to pick things back up so you two can resolve things and move on.

SULLY listens to everything you say with rapt attention. the only thing that matters to him at that moment is whatever you two are arguing about. hell, he doesn't give a shit about the argument itself rather than what you say, the expressions you make, and your tone of voice. every little gesture or movement you make catches his attention. honestly, if you asked him what you two were arguing about, he'd just look at you with a slightly confused expression because he's already forgotten.

and when you walk away to cool off and get some air, he has to restrain himself from following after you. he forces himself to sit down and he bites his fist as his mind hyper-focuses on every word you said and the way you looked at him and just... yeah, he's already moved on from the argument he just wants to see your face and hear your voice again.

THE BLOODY PAINTER is definitely not someone you want to have an argument with, honestly. not because he's an angry person or scary to get into an argument with or anything like that, no. he's just... very apathetic. it'll feel like you're arguing with a brick wall rather than a person, and you'll maybe even feel as if he doesn't care about you or your feelings. he just stares at you, blank-faced and monotoned.

once you realize that this argument is going literally nowhere, you leave to calm yourself down and he stays behind. it's not that he doesn't care about you and your feelings, he does, truly, he just... well... i could go into heavy heavy detail about his apathy when it comes to arguments but to spare you the length of that, just know that he does care, he's just absolutely horrific at showing it. once you come back, he will apologize for not better expressing himself and for unintentionally invalidating you and your feelings. he'll be better, though it will take time for him to become expressive.

THE DOLL MAKER seems like the type of person who wouldn't handle arguments well, i think. he's a fairly closed-off person and has some trouble conveying his thoughts and feelings sometimes, so i think it would stress him out a bunch if he got into a fight with you. depending on how bad the argument is, he'll either try to diffuse the situation or he may get angry and make things worse.

the moment you walk off, vine will be throwing himself into work to both calm himself down and distract himself from any potentially needless thoughts. he'll certainly try his best to resolve the conflict with you once you've both taken time to calm down but it'll definitely be stiff.

ZALGO would be very amused if you try arguing with him over something. you, a silly little mortal that somehow managed to catch his interest, are trying to argue with him, an eldritch horror beyond human comprehension that literally creates chaos for shits and giggles? how adorable. he's not going to take you seriously at all, i hope you know that.

and even if you walk away, you won't exactly be alone. zalgo is always there with you, even if not physically. a part of him is stuck with you, so he's always able to watch you, to talk to you. he thinks you're being dramatic for getting upset over something that he deems to be so utterly insignificant. there won't be any form of conflict resolution with him, so don't expect any form of apology or empathy or anything of that sort.

HOBO HEART you gotta be careful with, i think. the last time he felt as if he'd been wronged by the person he loved, he tore her heart out. not to say he'd tear your heart out over a minor argument or anything like that, no, that would be pretty petty and... he doesn't really think he's a terrible enough person to do that. maybe. depending on how serious the argument is.

he'll be a little disheartened when you walk away because he would rather clear up the air and tension immediately rather than wait but he understood, somewhat, that it'd be better if you both took time to cool off before either of you tried to resolve the conflict hanging in the air.

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edgeray · 2 months

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One Hell of a Butler Pt.1

Encounter (Arlecchino x Fem! Reader Blurb)

A/N: Guys. I am so sorry. I don't think that Arlecchino oneshot is being posted tomorrow. 😿Trust that it will be posted this weekend. Take this as an apology (I am fr spoiling y'all Arle fans) for the pushback. This is a repost to something I submitted as an anon to @/megistusdiary so there's a chance you've already seen this. It was written a while ago so quality is not up to par. This is the Black Butler inspired demon au! that I talked about in my poll, check it out if you want a little bit more on this concept. (Thank you guys for voting in it! :33 I'm looking forward to writing the oneshots). Series Masterlist Content Warning: Semi-graphic descriptions of violence

Everything hurts. It burns, burns, burns, and you can't feel your limbs and your vision fades in and out. Your broken form twitches on the ground, and as your assailants approach you, ready to wrench the remaining life out of you slowly and painfully, with your final burst of energy and concentration, you let out a guttural screech, a summoning spell spewing from your raspy throat and bloodied teeth.

At first, you think nothing happens. They stalk you, unfaltering despite what you have just called for. Wearing teeth-baring grins and depraved intentions, they near your crumpled body, with their dirty, despicable hands reaching out towards you. Your half-lidded eyes shut fully, and you heave out a sigh of resignation, giving up the futile struggle of staying alive.

You hear it first before you actually see it. A sound distinct only to stilettos clicking against the ground. It jerks your attention immediately, and you twist your head slowly to face the oncoming figure. Black heels with gold adornment catch your eye, and then--

"Well, well, looks like I found the doll that called me," you hear a deep, feminine voice sibilates, voice reverberating throughout the chamber. Your gaze slowly trails up the newcomer's figure, and the white clothing, snow-white hair, and feminine features cause you to mistake her as an angel. Red-crossed pupils meet with yours. A shiver works its way up your spine but you stare in awe regardless. What kind of human was this?

One of your tormenters inquires rather rudely about the woman and storms towards her haughtily, ignorant of the fact he has just sealed his fate. There's an audible, irate click of her tongue, then a snap echoes the room. For a brief moment, your sight is filled with just red, and then your eyes widen as the aggressor bursts into a beautiful explosion of blood and guts. She walks past where once the man stood without pause, now just a puddle of blood, tutting at the blatant disrespect of the formerly alive human. Her feet stop just before you and her shadow looms over.

"A-arle...cchino?" You croak weakly as your hazy gaze sets on her. She looks so handsome, beautiful like a guardian angel, even when she's covered in red. Her lips curl up slightly and she crouches down to hook an arm behind your back and knees, lifting you bridal-style. Heat radiates from her cold-blooded being and it is so much more comforting than the icy hardness of the floor. You immediately bury your face into her shoulder while your needy hands grip onto her coat out of desperation and fear. Beneath the intense iron smell of blood, she smells of something floral, you noted with dulled surprise.

"That is me, the Knave. And what have you called me for?" She purrs from above, repositioning you in her arms so she could support you with one arm instead of both.

You give one single glance behind your shoulder towards the now cowering group of people, their behavior reminding you of feeble sheep rather than the bloodthirsty pack of wolves. You think that you'd like lamb chops after all of this.

Turning your head back, you suck in a steady breath, your voice unwavering and clear despite being muffled into her clothes. "Kill them."

"As you wish."

Even as she draws out the sweetest, most revolting of screams from the remaining alive people, you find peace in your arms. You don't watch, instead, opting to rest your head against her and try to fall asleep to your former captors' begs of mercy. A hand combing through your hair wakes you up. You admire her sharpened red nails and her black hands, so contrasting against her unblemished and perfect skin but pretty all the same. It looks nice, sifting through your hair, it feels right, it feels perfect, even if they're dipped in blood.

"Well, I suppose we can work out the contract at a later time. For now, rest, my dear," her voice is soft and it lulls you to sleep in her arms. She tucks your head underneath her chin and walks away from the bloodbath, her darling wrapped tightly close to her.

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LOVE IS A WAR

PAIRING : Jang Wonyoung and Yang Jungwon

SYNOPSIS : love is a war when it comes to trying not to batt an eye when cupid is knocking at your door, especially when you and your ex started to hate each other’s guts, resulting in actions which you both don’t actually mean.

THEMES: smut & lots of angst. 7.7k wc.

WARNINGS : this work is an idol x idol fic!!! more narration and less talking, originally was written in filo but i edited it to be a little more western, hints of filo culture, SMUT, NSFW UNDER THE CUT, enemies to ????, no beta!!

SMUT WARNINGS : porn w/o plot, mating press, unprotected sex (wrap that up!), implied infidelity, fucking your ex’s bestfriend who’s taken, jw kinda hallucinates, brief voyeurism ( jungwon and rei), grinding (jay and wonyoung), making out table sex, couch sex, angsty sex, jungwon and wonyoung cries and i mean a lot of that, cunnilingus multiple orgasms, multiple orgasms, multiple positions.

AUTHOR'S NOTE : requested work! thank you to my dearest anon who sent these in! 🥹 this was pretty much a rollercoaster for me so i hope y’all enjoy this as much as i did! i also hope i did justice to this huhuu labyu!

“Oh– oh god, Won! Holy shit, you’re fucking– oh fuck, it’s so good!” Andrea moans underneath Jungwon who smugly smiles as he’s hurriedly thrusting into her, chasing for his and her orgasm.

It was that time of the week where all Jungwon wanted was to unwind after some troubles – or rather his Wonyoung troubles because the gal had been targeting him once again for quite some time because somehow she found out about Jungwon targeting students from her university, fucking them after a night out in The Island.

Sure, she didn’t need to interfere with whatever Jungwon was doing but Wonyoung just felt the need to do so. But why? Because she wanted Jungwon all to herself, although she can’t exactly get herself to admit all that.

Jungwon steadily holds Andrea underneath him, not letting the secretary of the student council move or attempt to change positions, he even hikes her legs up towards his shoulders, folding her in half as she moans in delight when Jungwon’s free hand wraps around her neck, just putting enough pressure on her neck for her to gasp when her airway briefly cuts off.

He watches her with prey-like eyes, watching as his meal visibly enjoys herself as he thrusts into her cunt at an animalistic pace. Jungwon's pace is relentless now that he folded her in half, hands gripping her waist tightly as he keeps her close to him as he thrusts away.

Jungwon even smiles when Andrea opens her eyes, eyes all watery from the tears that are trying to escape, one quick blink and all of a sudden her face starts to morph into someone else, her eyes start to look doll like with wispy lashes and orbs as brown as coffee, lips becoming all plump and luscious just like strawberries, her cheeks start to become flush in terms of color– just like how Wonyoung glows when she’s around her close friends, but never around jungwon.

He moans wantonly before his brows crease as he fixes his eyes on Wonyoung’s face, watching as her face distorts in pleasure, eyebrows furrowing as her mouth lets out moans of pleasure.

She bounces back and forth underneath Jungwon as he fucks her cunt roughly, he could even feel how wet her cunt was becoming, her walls pulsate around Jungwon’s cock, squeezing him tightly which has Jungwon moaning.

“W-won.. F-fuck, you’re tight.. Only I could fuck you like this, huh?” Jungwon stutters before he shuts his eyes tightly before plummeting into her warm cavern, making Wonyoung moan loudly underneath him.

Jungwon shudders when she tightens up around his cock, squeezing him tightly as her arms reach up for Jungwon’s shoulders to pull him down towards her, keeping him close as he’s crazily fucking her with her body still folded in half. He loses his words once she mutters she’s close, mind focused on the idea of making Wonyoung cum, making her remember that only he could make her feel this way.

His moans are loud and full when he plummets harder into her cunt, forcefully fucking her with such intensity that has Wonyoung moaning loudly underneath him, practically begging Jungwon to slow down and yet her actions contradicts her words as she’s pulling him closer towards her.

Jungwon grunts as he leans on her shoulder, lips pressed against her skin as he desperately tries to muffle his own moans as he’s thrusting into Wonyoung rapidly, eager to cum into the younger’s cunt. He always liked to make sure to cum inside whoever he fucked, burying it into their minds that he marked them up with his cum.

“Oh baby, you feel so damn good around my cock. I don’t think I could ever get tired of fucking your cunt.” Jungwon chokes out before he lets out a little whine before grabbing Wonyoung’s waist tightly, as he’s hurriedly thrusting into Wonyoung, his ears are satisfied once he hears her moan in delight as she scratches up Jungwon’s back as she feels herself reaching her orgasm.

Jungwon lets out a loud moan as he starts to release his cum into Wonyoung who moans before she pants, arms unravelling from Jungwon’s body. Jungwon on the other hand briefly rests his forehead on Wonyoung’s shoulder as he pants, exhausted from his and Wonyoung’s little activity.

“Wonyo–” Jungwon says as he’s getting up, pulling away from Wonyoung’s shoulders only to see Andrea lying underneath him, eyes shut closed as she’s trying to catch her breath after an intense orgasm.

She opens her eyes, eyes looking up at Jungwon’s confused ones, “Hmm? What was that?” she asked before Jungwon shook his head, quickly brushing it off before hastily getting off of Andrea and slipping his now flaccid cock out of her cunt.

She audibly hisses before getting up on her forearms, watching as Jungwon busily dressed himself up. Andrea lets her eyes linger on Jungwon's toned body, his abs flex as he’s slipping on his shirt, quickly pulling the fabric down before looking over at Andrea who’s covering herself up with the sheets.

Standing by the foot of Andrea’s bed, Jungwon even tries to envision her face as Wonyoung, desperately trying to morph her face into his ex and yet Jungwon fails to do so. Jungwon brushes it off once more before he looks away from Andrea and quickly exits Andrea's dorm despite her calling out to him.

Jungwon must've been going crazy because of the incident earlier, he must’ve been yearning to see Wonyoung more often or at least to have one proper conversation with the gal without arguing or getting on each other’s nerves.

Meanwhile Wonyoung on the other hand was in her apartment, busying herself with an array of papers, meetings, projects. She had always been the studious one in her family, always excelling in school from grade school until college. Wonyoung knew that if she excelled in school, she’d be next in line for her family’s company.

She was busy writing her thesis when her phone buzzed 3 consecutive times, making Wonyoung’s focus break as she reached for it, seeing it as a sign to take a quick break.

Wonyoung smiles slightly when she sees it was her friends sending messages in their chatroom along with instagram stories of them tagging her. She sends a reply before swiping out of their chatroom, switching apps before scrolling on instagram.

She wasn’t exactly on her social media all of the time because of how busy she was with college but Wonyoung occasionally went on her socials whenever she pleased, or only when she wants to check on Jungwon’s whereabouts despite pushing him away and angering the latter when they see each other in public.

Wonyoung and Jungwon never deleted each other’s contacts, even leaving their socials as each other’s follower and whatnot. They never intended to get riled up even through one look at the other, somehow things escalated between them two which lead to things never working out, ever.

Swiping left, Wonyoung stumbled upon one of Jungwon’s friends, Minji, who posted a story of their friend group with Jungwon nowhere to be seen.

Rolling her eyes, Wonyoung immediately knew where he’d be, most likely at some girl’s dorm, fucking her and then leaving once he’s satisfied.

Then suddenly, Yujin sent her a message.

ahnjin: why don’t you come here?

ahnjin: he just arrived.

Within seconds, Wonyoung is bolting into her walk-in closet to put on the most decent outfit she could put on. She knew she didn’t need to do much to impress anyone, even Jungwon, because the two would be quarrelling the moment their eyes landed on each other.

Nearly just 30 minutes later, Wonyoung arrives at the club and she makes a beeline towards her friends’ favorite table at the venue, far from everybody else yet close enough to see who is with who.

Wonyoung sits herself beside Heeseung who’s eyes are clearly buzzed with alcohol, constantly blinking as he reaches for another glass. She catches his gaze as he cheekily smiles back at the younger, “Last glass.” Heeseung replies to which Wonyoung simply scrunches her nose at him knowing that that isn’t real.

Turning her head to look at Yujin who’s eyes were already fixated on her, Wonyoung raises her brows at her to which the older does back, “So? Where is he?” Wonyoung asks Yujin, who points with puckered lips, “He was on the dance floor with some newbie.” the older answers to which Wonyoung nods as she leans into Heeseung’s arm that was now wrapped around her shoulder.

“Pause, why are you even here if you think he’s the absolute bane of your existence?” Heeseung pipes in before he downs a shot as if it was a glass of water, making Wonyoung shrug as a response, “Why? Am I forbidden to come here and join my friends?” she questions back as she reaches and takes away the glass from Heeseung.

“Because clearly she went here for that kid, isn’t it obvious?” Sunghoon answers for Wonyoung who shoots a annoyed facial expression at him, the older only shoots back the same expression at her, making Wonyoung roll her eyes at him.

He only shakes his head at the youngest’s antics, knowing very well that his response was exactly alike to what Wonyoung was thinking.

Sunghoon wasn’t wrong, Wonyoung was still slightly into Jungwon and yet she absolutely despised seeing Jungwon in the same room as she was, she hated how sly the older was especially those around women who took a liking to the feline-eyed man.

Shaking her head, Wonyoung only grimaced when Heeseung gave her a full glass of liquor in exchange for the empty one in her hand. Wonyoung wasn’t exactly the drinker in their group, she always liked to be the one to take care of her friends when they were shitfaced.

Thinking it was worth taking a break, Wonyoung quickly downed the shot before grimacing whilst Heeseung cheered from beside her, she shuddered when the shot of liquor burned as she swallowed, making her friends chuckle at the youngest.

A few bottles later, Wonyoung was now intoxicated as she laid her head on Sunghoon’s shoulder whilst the latter stayed still in his seat to avoid making her uncomfortable. From the moment Wonyoung became talkative, they knew she was already intoxicated from the amount of liquor she had already taken the moment she took the glass from Heeseung.

She spoke happily, rambling about different things all at once which made her friends chuckle and shake their heads as they pretended to understand what Wonyoung was saying.

Her rambling went on and on not until she stood up, swaying as she tried to walk away from their table, insisting that she needed to go dance, meanwhile Sunghoon quickly followed her after Yujin and Heeseung insisted that he went after Wonyoung. Sunghoon kept his distance as he followed Wonyoung who went down to the dance floor, letting her alter ego take over as she swayed and danced along to the music.

Her once feisty features were taken over by her dopamine, putting a smile and laughter into her system as she happily danced along to those on the dance floor, even ushering other people to dance with her.

Meanwhile Jungwon could see Wonyoung dancing on the dance floor with Sunghoon just a few steps away from her, he could feel his eye twitch when he saw Sunghoon push one of the known drunkards of the area away from Wonyoung.

Unknowingly, Jungwon was already on his way towards the dance floor, just a few steps away from Wonyoung, not until he felt someone tap his shoulder, making him falter in his steps as he turned around. Landing his eyes on whoever tapped him, Jungwon immediately recognized her to be Naoi Rei, one of Wonyoung’s sworn enemies in her university.

Letting Rei pull him, Jungwon found himself on the dance floor with her, dancing along to the music with the younger. Seemingly enjoying her time as she danced with Jungwon, Rei was oblivious to the fact that Jungwon had his eyes fixated behind her where Wonyoung was only a few steps away still enjoying her night on the dance floor.

“You don’t know who I am, huh?” Jungwon says as he leaned in towards her ear, talking over the music whilst Rei shook her head at him, “Why? Are you some type of famous guy that I should know?” Rei answered whilst Jungwon merely laughed at her response, “It’s best you don’t know.” he replies while Rei laughs at him wholeheartedly.

How oblivious, Jungwon thought as he smiled slightly at her before ushering the woman to come closer to him, swaying along to the beat as they converse.

For once, Jungwon actually forgot he was using Rei to get to Wonyoung. He was oddly enjoying her company as they conversed about each other’s interest, but then the tip of the iceberg suddenly appeared, Wonyoung accidentally caught a glance of Jungwon and Rei smiling as they talked, seemingly in a separate bubble from the rest of the people on the dance floor.

Changing auras within a second, Wonyoung found herself roaming around the dance floor, leaving Sunghoon behind who was cornered by two women who were interested in the man.

Whilst browsing the crowd, Wonyoung didn’t exactly know what her plan was and yet all she needed was one look from Jay Park and her plan was set.

Smoothly walking over to the man, she knew he was just as intoxicated as she was, his rough hands immediately made their way towards her waist, pulling Wonyoung close to him as she placed her hands on Jay’s chest.

Since the latter was leaning against the wall, it was as though they had just a slither of privacy. Wonyoung knew that even if she batted her eyes at the man, he would’ve immediately gone weak at the knees for her.

“And I thought you’d be studying for our midterms, what are you doing here?” Jay slurs as Wonyoung just smiles at him as she comes closer towards Jay’s ear, “I came here for you.” she says slyly before pulling away with a teasing smile as Jay flashes her a cocky look.

“Yeah? Thee Lasallian IT girl came for me?” Jay asks once more before Wonyoung places her pointer finger right on Jay’s plump lips to stop the man from speaking, “Can’t believe it, huh?” Wonyoung replies with such faux sultriness that had Jay whistling when the woman swiftly turns around, pressing her behind right on Jay’s crotch which has the man wincing as he pulls her closer towards him, making Wonyoung gasp out of faux pleasure as she shakes her ass against him.

Just like Rei with Jungwon, Jay was oblivious to the fact that Wonyoung had her eyes on Rei and Jungwon who were busy whispering into each other’s ears as they sat down at the nearest table from the dance floor.

All Rei could think of at the moment was Jungwon and how incredibly focused he was on her, she quite liked his company even though she’s now well aware of Jungwon’s image back at Ateneo.

Jungwon watched as Rei giggled before he shifted his gaze behind her, accidentally landing on Wonyoung that had her back against Jay’s front, clearly doing something immoral in public.

His eyes stay on Wonyoung sensually moving her hips against Jay’s whose hands are clearly on her hips, moving her in a stable rhythm as he does the same, grinding himself against her.

Jungwon sees red when Jay leans in and places a kiss on Wonyoung’s shoulder before he leans towards her ear and whispers something, making Wonyoung giggle as she covers her mouth, blushing like a highschooler at Jay’s words.

Suddenly Jungwon’s hand moves by itself, somehow landing on Rei’s jaw as he leans in, sealing his lips with hers as they kiss with such tenderness and sweetness that made Wonyoung frown at the sight, forgetting that Jay was grinding himself against her plush ass.

Somehow hesitant, Rei and Jungwon try to find a pace that works for them, slotting their lips against each other’s as they test the waters. Soon enough, Rei was pulling Jungwon closer to her before Jungwon held onto her waist as he manoeuvred her to sit on his lap, lips still pressed flush against each other’s.

Wonyoung’s eyes immediately roll when she sees Rei move her hips slightly whilst Jungwon’s hands move back towards her ass, squeezing them which makes Rei whimper against Jungwon’s lips.

Unamused with how Wonyoung stopped moving gracefully against him, Jay softly pulls Wonyoung’s wrist to make her face him, “Finding me boring already?” Jay asks the gal which makes her roll her eyes at him, “Yeah, so what?” Wonyoung replies sassily at him which makes Jay chuckle as he watches Wonyoung roll her eyes before walking away from him, eyes shooting daggers at Rei and Jungwon as she passes by them and grabs Sunghoon along with her as she hurries back to their table.

“Clearly someone’s not having fun.” Yujin chuckles when Wonyoung sits on the couch annoyingly, eyes burning with fury as she kept her eyes on Jungwon and Rei who was enjoying themselves as they now whispered sweet nothings to each other, making Rei giggle and blush as Jungwon spoke to her in a low voice.

Jungwon forgot how he was using Rei to get to Wonyoung because he was enjoying her company, he liked the fact that the younger was actually enjoying her time with him instead of dancing around or getting drunk with her friends.

“So what do you think? Let’s get out of here?” Rei slyly asks Jungwon who looks at her with a shocked expression, “That eager to have me, Miss Naoi?” Jungwon replies while Rei laughs as she slaps Jungwon’s chest.

Wonyoung scoffs when she sees this happen whilst her friends watch her grumble, she even rolls her eyes when Rei hop off of Jungwon’s lap and the two scurry out of the club, hand in hand as they whisper to each other.

“You know what, why don’t you get your revenge on him too? The one you were grinding on, that was Jungwon’s friend right? Jeremiah? Jacob? Jay? Whatever the fuck his name is.” Yujin commented as Wonyoung turned her head to look at her, Wonyoung raised a brow at her before Heeseung spoke, “Exactly, that guy is Jungwon’s friend. He leaves with your enemy, you leave with his best friend.” he says, shrugging as if he had said the smartest thing ever.

Wonyoung actually thinks about it, she hates it when people do things that go against what she likes, so she stood up with her handbag, not even bothering to bid her goodbyes to her friends as she heads down towards Jay’s table which had an array of women just batting their eyelashes at him, trying to get a turn to talk or even makeout with Jay just for tonight but Jay’s eyes were on Wonyoung as she walked up to him.

Tilting his head at her, Jay spoke with a chuckle, “Are you interested in me again?” he said to her whilst Wonyoung simply nodded at him.

“Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn't have left you back there, I just wanted a break, that’s all.” Wonyoung says, faux sadness kicking into her system as her lips formed into a pout as she spoke.

Jay looks at her longingly before reaching for Wonyoung’s hand, “Then come with me, hmm?” he says as he pulls Wonyoung away from the girls who whined for Jay to come back, heading straight out of the club as Wonyoung let herself get pulled as they exited the club.

Whilst Jay drove, he had his hand placed atop Wonyoung’s thigh as he spoke softly to her unlike how Jungwon spoke to her. Because of both Jungwon and her own hardheadedness, they always ended up speaking in a rough tone despite not even arguing with each other.

She liked how soft-spoken Jay was with her, speaking softly as though she’d break like fine glass if he spoke in a rough tone. Jay had the sweetest tone and smile on his face as he eyed her, forgetting she was ever Jungwon’s ex and that the younger would burn up in flames if he ever found out what was about to happen.

This isn’t a good idea, Wonyoung thought when Jay parked the car in front of the revolving doors of the apartment. Hesitantly, she unbuckled her seatbelt whilst Jay went out and even opened the car door for her, hand elongating itself for Wonyoung to hold.

He smiles nicely at the chauffeur when he shuts the door behind Wonyoung, ushering the woman to walk alongside him as they enter the lobby. She forgot how Jay was practically royal to other people because of his high status, Wonyoung forgot who she was when standing alongside Jay who walked with his chin held up high as they entered the elevator.

Watching as the elevator doors closed, it was as though a switch had flipped and Jay immediately lightly pushed Wonyoung against the corner, lips hurriedly smashing against hers as his hands roamed around her body, fingertips rough against her skin.

All Wonyoung could do was moan against Jay's lips as he nipped at her delicate ones, moaning loudly when Jay groped her ass. Her hands hurriedly moved against jay’s body, sharp nails running along the fabric of Jay’s shirt, Wonyoung wasn’t exactly sure how this would end and yet she found herself walking backwards as Jay lightly pushed her towards the door of his apartment, briefly kissing her with her back against the wood before pulling away to tap the code in.

The two hurriedly walk towards Jay’s bedroom as he pulls Wonyoung along with him, chest heavy as they chased their breaths before Wonyoung sits herself down on Jay’s bed as the man hurriedly slips his shirt off before doing the same with his slacks.

Wonyoung mindlessly tossed her handbag to the ground, hands already pushing herself further up Jay’s bed as he crawled on top of her, lips tainted with such sweetness that nearly had Wonyoung’s heart swooning.

Jay made sure that Wonyoung was comfortable with every move he did, always constantly asking her if she was okay. Wonyoung didn’t exactly like how nice Jay was because she liked being thrown around and she knew she couldn’t have that because of how gentle Jay was being with her.

Wonyoung was lying underneath Jay when the man was busily petting her clothed cunt, making the woman whimper as she threw her head back in frustration, eyes brimming with tears as she groaned, “Jay please..” she groaned as Jay smiled teasingly, he doesn’t give in because where’s the fun in letting the it-girl control him?

“Please what, baby?” Jay purrs, watching as Wonyoung whimpered once more, thighs closing in around Jay's hand that stopped moving against her cunt.

Wonyoung looks up at him with teary eyes, “Please! Please just touch me!” Wonyoung says, voice cracking at the end of her sentence which makes Jay chuckle as his other hand forces her thighs to open up, letting his hand slip underneath her panties, making Wonyoung moan wantonly as she throws her head back.

It doesn’t take long for Wonyoung to get impatient as she lightly pushes Jay away from her before taking off her dress and undergarments as she hurriedly pulls Jay towards her, making the man chuckle as he begins to touch her.

“Why are you in such a rush? Guess Miss Jang is that needy to get dicked down.” Jay smiles teasingly as he got on his knees, hand pumping his cock as Wonyoung watched him do so, her hands have a mind of their own as they began to wander around her body, touching and letting her hands run wild as she watched Jay lustfully, making the man lick his lips when Wonyoung moans as she tweaks at her nipples.

Jay lets out a little grunt when one of Wonyoung’s hands reach for his balls, fondling them briefly before Jay pushed her hand away as he held himself up using one hand beside Wonyoung’s head as he aligned his cock against her winking hole that quickly swallowed up his cock as he sunk into her heat.

Wonyoung sucked her breath when Jay went deeper and deeper into her cunt, stretching her in ways that she didn’t think would happen. It doesn’t take long for Jay to start fucking her roughly, his hands start to grip her skin tightly, making Wonyoung whimper as she clenches harder around Jay’s cock like a vice.

Feeling a little generous, Wonyoung reaches and grabs the back of her knees to pull it further up, slightly folding herself in half as Jay ploughs deeper and harder into her cunt, cock reaching deep and stretching her out.

Wonyoung lets Jay take control and do whatever he wants to do to her and that includes fucking her in multiple positions, filming her ever so often, and making her take his cock harshly.

She moans and arches her back as Jay plows into her cunt from behind, one hand gripping her waist tightly as the other hand held up his phone to film himself fucking Wonyoung.

Jay curses and slaps her ass when Wonyoung clenches her cunt around Jay’s cock, squeezing him tightly as he grunts, her ass claps against his pelvis, cunt squeezing his cock delicately like a vice. Jay’s hand moved up from her ass and up towards her waist, squeezing the soft skin as he’s eagerly fucking Wonyoung.

He grunts out random words as he’s thrusting into Wonyoung’s warm cunt, ravelling in the way that her cunt was warmly squeezing Jay’s cock, he even shuts his eyes in ecstasy when he hears Wonyoung moan loudly, whining out Jay’s name.

“Come on baby, cum for me.” Jay grunts as he’s rutting into her cunt, groaning out loud when Wonyoung cries out to Jay, calling out to him as she’s crashing down her own orgasm.

Waking up with the golden glow of the morning light peeking through the blinds was something that Jungwon didn’t expect, aside from the fact that Rei was sleeping soundly beside him, arm placed atop Jungwon’s stomach.

Reaching blindly for his jeans, Jungwon quickly took his phone out before scrolling on his phone, replying to messages before moving over to instagram, tapping on the right side of the screen mindlessly as he watched stories of his friends.

He was watching them nonchalantly not until Jay’s instagram story appeared next, Jungwon immediately saw red when he recognized who was on Jay’s story.

It was the back of Wonyoung whom he knew very well, Jungwon knew it by the arch of her back, the delicate and soft porcelain skin of hers. He knew from the back of his mind that that was Wonyoung in Jay’s bed.

Jungwon huffed as he tapped the message button, sending Jay a quick message.

yngjwn : really? this is the shit you pull?

pjay : ?

He rolls his eyes at Jay’s response before throwing his phone aside, making it land on the bedside table with a thud before swiftly unravelling himself from underneath Rei’s arm. Jungwon makes sure to leave nothing behind as he leaves Rei with no note whatsoever as he slips out of her apartment and into his car where he drives straight to Jay’s apartment.

Jungwon didn’t think that Jay would pull such a move especially when he knows very well that Wonyoung was once his ex. He also didn’t think that Wonyoung would’ve fallen for whatever Jay said to her.

Cursing the older under his breath, Jungwon makes his way up into Jay’s apartment, quickly tapping in the code before letting himself in, making a beeline towards the kitchen where Jay stood, humming to himself as he busied himself with the ingredients laid out in front of him.

Jay doesn’t even spare him a look and instead he just spoke to him, “Do you need anything?” he asks.

Jungwon’s eye twitches, “Are you really going down that road?” he asks back.

This time Jay spares him a quick look, eyes burning with fury.

“Are you fucking with me?” Jay spat while Jungwon took a step closer towards the older, “Seems like you’re the one fucking with me.” Jungwon replies as the older man's eyes turned into thin slits as he looked at the person that he considered his best friend.

“What the fuck is this about? Is this about Wonyoung because she bent over—“ Jay asked before Jungwon shoved him lightly, “Don’t talk about her like that.” he says, brows creasing in frustration.

“Talk about her, how?” The older replied, “What the fuck is your problem anyway? She’s your ex, she can do whatever the fuck she wants. Or maybe you just want Wonyoung to be your personal whore. Won, see this? This is what you could’ve had if you were nicer to her.” Jay added as he quickly unlocked his phone before showing Jungwon a short video of Jay fucking Wonyoung from behind, the audio made it clear that it was her because of her loud moans, making Jungwon’s inner self engulfed in flames.

Jungwon’s fist has a mind of its own because in one quick blink, his fist hits Jay’s upper cheek and he grabs a hold of the older’s shoulders before he shoves him into the counter, then his hands grab the collar of Jay’s shirt, “Fuck you.” he says as he pulled Jay towards him before shoving him roughly, storming out of Jay’s apartment as the older cursed him repeatedly.

Stomping his way out of the older man’s apartment complex, all Jungwon could think of was how irrational that was of Jay to do especially when he knew that Wonyoung was still very dear to him despite their constant arguments and when he had a woman bearing his child elsewhere.

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, Jungwon thought as he thought about his friend’s infidelity.

Mind all cloudy, Jungwon drove his car like it was a race, paying no mind to those he came across in the streets as he drove to the place that his mind and heart knows, Wonyoung’s house.

Being the independent woman she was, Wonyoung lived separately from her family, always saying how it’s best for her to live in such circumstances before taking on the life of a future ceo.

Even after her brief departure, Wonyoung came back as the woman she was, independently living her life hence why she bought the house for herself and lived there, even hosting parties or hookups — including hooking up with Jungwon back when they were together.

Reaching the front of Wonyoung’s abode, Jungwon quickly stepped out of his car and went straight for the tall gates, making a ruckus as he desperately called out to Wonyoung.

Not caring if people saw him making a scene, Jungwon kept pulling and pushing at the gate, screaming like a mad man.

“Jang, Let me in! We need to talk!” Jungwon said loudly, rattling the gate back and forth as he spoke out loud.

Watching as the man repeatedly pushed and pulled at the gate as he begged Wonyoung to step out of her house. Jungwon was relentlessly and aggressively trying to get the gate to open, screaming for the entire block to hear as he begged Wonyoung to see him.

Wonyoung saw the exact moment that Jungwon pulled up in front of the house, hair all ruffled up in frustration that she knew very well because he used to do the same whenever they argued years ago.

Watching him pathetically from her bedroom window, she quickly slipped on a robe and wrapped it closed around her waist before hurrying down the stairs and towards the front door and to the gate where Jungwon was still busily screaming.

Standing a few steps away from the gate, Wonyoung stared at Jungwon’s orbs that stared back into hers, jaw jutting as his eyelids tensely narrowed at the sight of Wonyoung in all of her glory.

“Why did you come here?”

“Why'd you go with Jay last night?”

She shrugs, “Why does that matter to you? We’re no longer together, remember?” Wonyoung answers, words striking Jungwon right at the heart.

“It matters because you’re mine.” Jungwon strikes back.

Wonyoung chuckles, “Oh really? Now I’m yours?” she says as she makes quotations in the air.

Jungwon huffs as he shoves the gate with one hand, “Just let me in, we have to talk.” he says as he’s shooting daggers at Wonyoung who tilts her head at him, “Why? There’s nothing to talk about.” she answers back sassily.

“We need to talk about us, Won.” Jungwon says exasperatedly, eyes practically begging Wonyoung to give in. Meanwhile Wonyoung was arguing with her mind and heart, unsure whether to push Jungwon away or to have one decent conversation with the latter.

Walking towards the gate with heavy steps, Wonyoung’s chest is heavy as she opens the gate for Jungwon, closing it behind him before she heads into her home, not even bothering to spare Jungwon a look as she walks away.

Stepping foot in her home, Wonyoung sat on the couch as Jungwon stood a few steps away from her, feet shifting underneath him. Now, he didn’t know what to say as he stood in front of Wonyoung whose eyes bore into his, patiently waiting for him to speak.

“What’s there to talk about?” Wonyoung calmly says, making the air between them turn eerie because she never spoke that way with him.

Jungwon purses his lips, “Why’d you sleep with him?” he says, desperate for an answer.

“Why do you care? What’s in it for you anyway? Did you want to join in?” Wonyoung scoffs.

Jungwon rolls his eyes as he uncrosses his arms, “What? No!” he says, brows creasing into one line as he watches as Wonyoung’s eyes crinkle into a smile.

“Then why?”

“Just because!”

“Because what!”

“Because I love you!” A hint of surrender is evident in Jungwon’s voice as he spoke, eyes deliberately speaking for themselves as he looked at Wonyoung’s unsure ones.

She scoffs, “But why? After all these years, you chose to love me now? Unbelievable.” Wonyoung says as she shakes her head.

“Wow, unbelievable? I didn’t even complain when you left me here.” Jungwon says bitterly, “And so I left, so what?” Wonyoung rolls her eyes at Jungwon who frowns at her.

“You left and you could’ve stayed! You could’ve chosen me instead but you didn’t do that!”

“You know very well that I couldn't stay, not even you could stop me from leaving.” Wonyoung said bitterly as she wiped away a tear that was threatening to escape.

Shaking her head, Wonyoung held her head up high as she spoke, “And why would I even stay for you? You never even loved me.” she says as Jungwon gawks at her, ears refusing to believe the words that slipped out of her mouth.

“I never loved you? I love you! I love you, Jang Wonyoung! And somehow after all this time, I wish you loved me too..” Jungwon stared at Wonyoung as he spoke, eyes red with tears that he had kept in the moment that Wonyoung stepped foot into the country after her disappearance.

“How could you say that you love me when you have done nothing but hurt me? You did everything but love me!” She says as she avoids Jungwon’s eyes when she sees him wipe his tears, afraid to let another tear fall if she spoke another word.

“I loved you from the very moment you let me become friends with you! I loved you from the very moment you let me hold your hand and hug you when you got a B- on your test in Math in 4th grade! I loved y-you..” Jungwon’s bottom lip quivers as he sniffles, droplets of tears pathetically cascading down his cheeks as he cries, practically crumbling down in front of Wonyoung who’s eyes start to brim with tears at the sight of Jungwon crying.

“You know what?” Wonyoung starts to say which makes Jungwon’s eyes shake as she speaks, hand reaching up to wipe his own tears before the woman spoke once more.

“Just leave, you’re better off without me–” Wonyoung says before Jungwon quickly walks over to her, smashing his lips against hers, hands placed on her shoulders to push her against the couch, pressing her against the soft plush cushions as he kissed her, making Wonyoung whimper against Jungwon’s lips when he nibbles on her lips.

The older man’s hands move fast, quickly stripping off Wonyoung’s robe before he switches positions with Wonyoung, now sitting underneath the woman as she straddles him, lips still pressed against each other’s.

A tear pathetically drops on Wonyoung’s cheek, cascading from Jungwon’s face, making her hand reach up to cup his wet cheeks, wiping his tears off with her thumbs before she pulled away from the kiss, panting as she delicately wiped off Jungwon’s tears.

She lets her hands linger on Jungwon’s cheeks before she reaches down, pulling off his shirt before letting him do the same with her flimsy tank top, throwing the clothes down onto the floor as Jungwon got on his knees, making Wonyoung accommodate him by slightly spreading her legs for him.

“I love you, I love every bit and part of you, even the parts of you that you don’t like.” Jungwon says as he’s pressing kisses on the inner part of Wonyoung’s thighs, making the woman tear up as Jungwon sorrowfully kisses her skin, hands softly placed on her thighs before they reached up for the hem of Wonyoung’s shorts, pulling them off along with her panties.

Shuffling down to make it easier for Jungwon, Wonyoung placed her legs on top of his shoulders, letting the man inch closer towards her cunt before latching his mouth on her, making Wonyoung sigh in content as she watches Jungwon delightfully lick up her sweet juices, tongue fiddling around with her cunt, flicking at her swollen nub before moving down to Wonyoung’s winking hole.

Throwing her head back, Wonyoung couldn’t help but whine and reach for Jungwon’s hair, bunching them up in her dainty fingers as she pulled and tugged on them, making Jungwon groan in response as he went down on Wonyoung, licking a stripe along her folds.

Pulling away despite Wonyoung whining, Jungwon simply patted her hip before he got up and took his clothes off, throwing them on the ground with no care in the world before he instructed Wonyoung to lie down on the couch on her back before he hopped on the couch, placing Wonyoung’s legs on either side of his waist before kneeling down.

Reaching down, Wonyoung softly held on Jungwon’s length, she watched as the older grunts, eyes briefly closing as his mind focused on how warm the younger’s hand was around his length, forgetting how her skin felt against his.

“Hurry..” Wonyoung muttered, hand slowing down around Jungwon’s cock which made the man snap out of it, remembering that this no longer was a hallucination and that Wonyoung was actually here– underneath him.

Reaching for his own length, Jungwon aligned himself to Wonyoung’s hole that waited from him to sink in, hole quickly swallowing up the head as Jungwon slowly pushed himself into Wonyoung, making them both let out a sound of pleasure.

Wonyoung whimpers when Jungwon sinks deeper into her, reaching parts of her that only he could reach, ever since they separated, nobody could ever please her like Jungwon could— because the man knew all the places where it would make Wonyoung’s toes curl up and make her let out the loudest of moans if he touched her there.

Pursing her lips together as her eyes shut tightly, Wonyoung’s hands tightened up on the couch pillow she held onto as Jungwon started to move in and out, slipping in and out easily because of how wet they were both.

It doesn’t take long for Jungwon to push and pull out of Wonyoung in long and harsh thrusts, making the woman bounce back and forth as she held onto the pillow for leverage, Jungwon set an animalistic pace as he watched Wonyoung moan and writhe underneath him.

His lips part as he lets out moans of his own when Wonyoung squeezes him tightly, nearly tight enough to get him to stop moving, Jungwon nearly pulled out not until Wonyoung linked her ankles together, caging Jungwon in between her legs as she held onto his arms, bouncing back and forth when the man started to thrust once more, plowing into her without a single care in the world.

Wonyoung moaned wantonly as her nails scratched Jungwon’s forearms, nails digging into Jungwon’s skin which made the older wince as he thrusted into Wonyoung’s cunt that gripped around his cock like a vice.

Jungwon watched as Wonyoung moaned helplessly underneath him, hands moving mindlessly against Jungwon’s lower body as she kept moaning and pushing his shoulders ever so often.

“What’s wrong, Won? Tell me.” Jungwon grunted as his hands held Wonyoung’s forearms, pulling her towards him as he fucks her roughly.

Wonyoung only whimpers, eyes shutting closed as she moaned, head throwing back against the couch. Jungwon only thrusts faster, watching as Wonyoung moaned underneath him, eyes still shut closed as she refused to look Jungwon in the eye.

“What is it–” “I love you!” Wonyoung cried out, breaking out in sobs once more as she felt herself nearing her orgasm, pussy clenching hardly around Jungwon’s cock as he started to fuck her faster and harder, brows creasing in concentration as bullets of sweat dripped from the his temples as he eagerly fucked Wonyoung.

Wonyoung’s sobs are continuous as hiccups, feeling herself near her orgasm as Jungwon proceeded to plow into her cunt, tears falling sorrowfully as she sobbed, hands tightly holding Jungwon’s forearms to further pull her to him, making the man land on top of her with a light fall. This way, Jungwon could kiss away Wonyoung’s tears as she cried, kissing away her sadness as he thrusted away.

Jungwon hushes, closing in towards Wonyoung’s cheek to kiss her tears as he’s tearing up himself. The two whimper right at the same time when Wonyoung squeezes Jungwon and when he strikes right at the most sensitive spot of her cunt.

“I’m close..” Wonyoung gasped and threw her head back before Jungwon snuggled into her neck, sucking and marking up her delicate skin. While Jungwon was busy nipping at Wonyoung’s neck, Wonyoung kept moving her hips underneath him, moaning away as he thrusted.

Burying himself deeper into Wonyoung’s cunt, all it took was a few thrusts before she shook in his hold, thighs quivering as her pussy spasmed as she came, feeling Jungwon thrust harder into her before he shot ropes of cum deep inside, marking Wonyoung’s walls with his seed for the first time in years.

3 orgasms and a whole lot of positions later, the two were now in Wonyoung’s bedroom with Wonyoung on her knees as she bounced back and forth on Jungwon’s cock, hands roughly gripping her waist to pull her back and forth on him, listening as the woman cried out, pussy clenching hardly around his length.

The sheets underneath them were already wet with Wonyoung’s squirt after she made a mess when Jungwon got on his knees and ate her out vigorously.

Jungwon shuddered when Wonyoung picked up the pace as she bounced back and forth against him, ass slapping against his pelvis. He watches as his cock disappears into her heat, pussy clearly gripping tightly by the way she stretches around his cock.

“Oh baby.. No more please–” Wonyoung whimpers as she looks back to look at Jungwon who continued to pound her cunt, sounds of slick and skin slapping against each other was what she got in response.

Jungwon coos, “Just a little more, love.” he says as he’s thrusting harder into her cunt, hand slapping her cheek briefly before continuing with his fast and animalistic pace, ears listening to how Wonyoung’s moans sounded like music to him as she moaned his name.

Wonyoung’s hands lose strength, making her land with a thud on the pillows as she kept her ass elevated, making it easy for Jungwon to fuck into her cunt, feeling Jungwon’s hand press her harder against her bed as she arches her back, moans getting muffled as she moaned into her pillows.

Flipping Wonyoung around, her back lands on the bed with a soft thud before she feels Jungwon wrapping her legs around his waist, further closing into her cunt as he fucked her into ecstasy. Wonyoung’s hands desperately held onto Jungwon’s forearms, nails scratching his skin up as she moaned.

Wonyoung watched as Jungwon’s face contorted in pleasure, brows slowly furrowing as his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, muffling his own grunts. his hands grip her waist tightly, pulling her close as he inched closer to his orgasm, “ah fuck, that’s it! right there!” Wonyoung gasped out when Jungwon strikes right at her spot, making Jungwon smirk before striking it consistently, making Wonyoung moan wantonly before she whines out Jungwon’s name, pussy quivering around his cock as she makes a mess all over herself, bits of squirt hitting Jungwon’s pelvis.

Jungwon’s jaw slacks as he grunts, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as he plunges deep into Wonyoung, making sure he’s deep in her before he cums into her cunt.

It took everything in Jungwon not to start moving again before Wonyoung held onto his jaw, pushing him up for her to see his features.

Wonyoung looked godsent underneath him, as if she didn’t get fucked ‘til she cried. Her hair was perfectly placed on the pillows, her doll-like eyes gliding all over Jungwon’s features, plump lips looking as though they wanted to say something to Jungwon.

Jungwon closes in towards Wonyoung’s cheek to place a soft kiss before he moves them both, quickly sliding out of Wonyoung before making himself lie on his back with Wonyoung lying on her stomach above him.

“What.. What now?” Jungwon asks as he loosely wraps his arms around Wonyoung’s waist, holding the younger tightly as she catches her breath.

“I don’t know, Won. I don’t know.” Wonyoung responds, slightly looking up at Jungwon who was looking down on her, orbs of brown full of uncertainty as they held each other tightly, blissfully unaware of their fates.

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sinsandsweetness · 1 year

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rickyl x fem!reader but it’s her birthday, and they wanna make their girl feel super special:). like reader is super sweet to everyone and she’s kinda a crybaby but rick and daryl love her for it and mock her for it which only makes her cry more:( idk if you write for stuff like that but i think it’s a great idea!

note- ok anon I love love love crybaby!reader, so thank u for this prompt. not sure if you wanted fluff or smut... so I went with my gut. If you wanted fluff, just tell me and I can whip up something else:) (Also, everyone I know always tells me that they cry on their birthday... is this a universal experience? I never understood it lol) let me know what u think <3

warnings- smut obv. 18+ content, mdni. crybaby!reader, dom!Rick and Daryl, teasing, edging, light dacryphilia cause it just comes with the territory, not proofread well. (I went down an edging rabbit hole on p*rnhub so… this is just the inevitable result of that)

NOT YET, SWEETHEART

"What's wrong?" Rick asks all gentle, approaching you, rubbing your nose with your sleeve. Sniffling away on the bed.

"I broke it." You swallow, pointing to the couple flowers still lying on the floor. Hand picked by both of your boys. Set up as a surprise on your dresser with a note so cute, you’d have it tattooed on your body if you could. It was so sentimental. So sweet.

They knew that you didn't care about gifts, just the thought people put behind them. The part that made you emotional was the little polaroid stapled to the card. A picture of you and them during the last summers Fourth of July celebration. You didn't even remember someone taking a photo that night, but it’s definitely your favourite picture of yourself ever. In between the two men, arms around your waist and sparklers lit, holding them up to the sky. It’s perfect.

So you loved their gift, but you were trying to move it. Just so that it could be on your nightstand. Where you’d be able to smell the fresh flowers while you laid down in the clean, satiny sheets. That’s when it slipped. Not realizing how heavy it was and then fumbling with it. Crashing down onto the hardwood and breaking into a million shards of glass and broken stems. You tried your best to sweep it up, slightly blinded by your tears. You ruined their gift. Petals strewn all over the ground. Water everywhere. The broken vase now sitting in the trash bin, along with your self-esteem. It was awful.

A tear rolls down your cheek, and you can hear Rick laugh a little.

"Don't laugh..." you whine, covering your face.

"I'm not laughing, it's just cute. You're cute."

"You are laughing. And now Daryl is too... great." You plop back onto the bed. Daryl must have followed him upstairs and was now leaning against the doorway, biting back a smile at the sight in front of him; your head bouncing slightly off the plush mattress, hands still covering your wet cheeks.

"Thought you had a good day... what's making you cry, baby?" Daryl asked, approaching the bed as well. Both men on either side of you. Hands brushing your knees.

"I did!" You breath in a shaky breath. More tears forming, threatening to fall. You really did have a great day. You woke up in between them. Had some blueberry pancakes for breakfast. Read in your hammock the entire afternoon. Plus, had a surprise party at Carols with cake and candles and everything. It was the sweetest birthday you could ever imagine. You felt so special. So loved by your whole group. And then seeing the gift that Rick and Daryl left in your room, the photo and the flowers. It was just so beautiful. So thoughtful and caring.

"Then why all the tears, doll?" Daryl asks as Rick grabs your wrist, pulling it away from your face. Smiling down at you.

"Everyones just been so nice n' then your note was just so sweet and special, and- and then I- I broke your gift..." You explain.

“It’s not a big deal, hun, we can go get you a knew one.” Rick tells you.

“But it was a present. It won’t be the same.”

"It’s just a vase, baby." Daryl chimes in, hand running up your thigh. Sending little tingles down your spine. He didn’t get it. It’s not just a vase. It’s a vase that they picked out for you. Special for you.

"And besides, that's not our whole gift, sweetie. You know that, right?" Rick asks. Propping himself on his elbow, down next to you.

"Hm?" His comment piques your curiosity. Momentarily forgetting about the flowers.

"Yeah, we have one more. Its realllyyy special. Just for you. Our sweet, sensitive girl." Rick tucks some hair out of your face and you start to catch on.

"Oh." You whisper. Daryls hand now under your dress, tracing the little bow on the front of your panties.

"Mhm." Daryl says against your neck, his soft little kisses being pressed into the skin.

“What is it?” You voice is all breathy. Trying to think clearly even with both men’s hands starting to roam.

“Mmm I think it’s a little easier to show then tell. Don’t you agree, Daryl?”

“Yeah. Why don’t you relax and close those pretty eyes.” Daryl offers and you can hear them start to shift. Your lids immediately fluttering closed at his suggestion.

“Let us give you your special gift, huh?”

“Okay,” you say hesitantly. Awaiting their special gift. Your panties being peeled down your thighs achingly slow by one of their hands. Daryl settling in between your legs as Rick stays and leans into kiss you. His tongue tracing yours as your hands come up, loosely holding onto his hair. The teeniest little moan escapes you when Daryl’s lips brush your clit.

“That feel good?” Daryl says from his spot between your legs. His middle finger dipping inside and curling upward. Quickly finding your sweet spot.

“Mhm,” you mumble against Rick’s lips, legs starting to squirm at the pleasure. But Rick’s hand comes down to your hips and holds you in place.

“Stay still, ok. Need you to be on your best behaviour if you want your gift. Can you do that?” He says, leaning back to see your flushed and disheveled state. You can only nod eagerly.

“Good girls use their words.” Daryl adds, pushing a second finger in and making you gasp.

“Yes! I’ll be good. I- I’ll stay still. I will.” You assure them both.

Daryl’s head dips back down, starting to lick at your clit. Flat tongue, up and down, sucking for a moment and then repeating the pattern. You need to grab onto something so you tangle your fingers into his hair. Gently tugging him even closer, face smushed up against your cunt. Not that he minded.

Ricks mouth makes its way down your dress, gently biting at your nipple through the fabric.

“I’m close...” You warn them. A little embarrassed at how quickly you were getting there.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” Rick tells you.

“But-”

“If you cum without permission, I promise i’ll have you crying a lot harder than you were a just a few minutes ago.” Daryl says sternly. Rick stays biting back a smile at your reaction. Your pretty, doe eyes already starting to gloss over. Pooling with that salty liquid.

“She’s fine. She knows the rules.” His hand comes up with soft gentle strokes, brushing your hair out of your face.

“I-”

“You know the rules, right? Tell Daryl that you’re gonna cooperate.” Rick doesn’t let you interrupt. Doesn’t let you try and fight it. He knows that it wouldn’t end well for you if you did.

“Okay. Okay. Can I cum, Daryl? Please?”

“Not yet.” He goes back to work between your legs. Sucking your clit and pumping his fingers. The knot in your stomach starting to form, and you know you’re close. You’re thirty seconds from cumming all over his fingers.

“Dare, I’m close.”

He slows down. Making sure you wouldn’t get there. You whined. Disappointed at the ruined orgasm, but still grateful for the tongue on your pussy. Not wanting to risk whatever punishment they’d come up with.

“It’s gonna feel so good when we’re done, sweetie. That’s why we’re doing it. It’s all part of the present, ok?” Rick rubs your cheek with his thumb, assuring you that he wouldn’t let the edging go on forever.

“Okay.” You need his lips to distract you. So your one hand comes up and pulls him back in. Kissing him nice and deep.

You’re close again. The tongue on your clit knowing exactly how to get you there. You think about just not telling him. Letting yourself cum and trying to hide it. It would stop the teasing. But before you even have the chance he stops, tugs on Ricks shirt and swaps places with him.

They go on for what feels like ever. Tongue and finger fucking you until you were dangerously close.

“Right there, right there,” you squeak, hands tightening in their hair. And then they’d stop. Switch their pace and make you whimper. They do it until tears start to form. When Daryl notices and starts to make fun of you.

“You cryin' already, princess? You haven’t even cum yet.” Yup. You're aware. That’s the whole point. You haven’t. And you need to. So, so badly.

You feel pathetic at this point, finally starting to beg. Trying to hold off the orgasm, and more importantly, the tears from erupting.

“Please, I can’t take it. I’ve been so good, you guys. I need to cum. Please…” You try and convince them. No matter how pathetic it might sound.

You thought this was supposed to be your present. Not theirs.

“Mmm she is asking real sweet. All polite and pathetic. What do you think, Rick?”

He only hummed against you. Making you moan out loud.

You can't take it any longer. You cum before the conversation can end.

“Ah- I’m-” you gasp. Legs staring to shake and close in on Rick’s face. That’s it. His tongue works away at your clit, as you finally reach your climax. A hot flood of tingles erupting in your core. Holding him against you as you ride out your high on his face.

Rick was right. It did feel so good now that it was done. The final release after all that edging and teasing. It was honestly drool worthy.

“Uhoh,” Daryl smiles against your lips, that devious tone in his voice. Fuck. That doesn’t sound good.

Rick comes up for air, lips glistening with your slick, eyes hazed over and hungry. Damn. He looks so pretty between your legs. You can actually feel yourself convulse around nothing.

“Thought you said you were gonna behave?” Rick teases, thumb coming up to wipe a single droplet off the apple of your cheek. He leans in and kisses you. The creamy taste of your cum still on his lips. On his tongue. He pulls away to let you answer.

“I tried. I tried to be good, I just- you kept going and I couldn’t help it-” You try to defend yourself. Knowing that it was useless. It was part of their plan right from the beginning. It wouldn’t matter if you had their permission or not.

“Better get ready, baby. There’s gonna be a lot more tears when you’re begging for us to stop instead.”

Shit.

You are so in for it now.

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(Question for all you loveys... do we prefer past tense or present? I usually do past because its just easier to write and stay consistent imo but for this one I switched it up... so what do we think? Which is better to read?)

Let me know what you think! xoxo

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hyuckmov · 1 year

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request #3: posessive dom!haechan smut, 18+ minors dni, some fluff wc: 4.4k content: dom haechan in general, temperature play (ice cubes), filming during sex, oral (f recieving), fingering, overstim, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, praise, light degradation (calls you doll etc), jealousy & possessiveness but ngl it wasn't that serious, marking, he slaps your ass once a/n: can't believe i was like i'm gna take a break from smut after gseb2 and immediately i wrote this...ngl this is just something silly for the dom haechan agenda </3 if i want ONE person to like this it would be that one anon who sent in that ask about dom hyuck i hope i did him justice. sorry about inconsistencies in tenses and poor transitions truly this is just something silly and fun and self indulgent. rlly hope this is hot. send me an ask/reply in tags if u liked it!

at the sound of the bedroom door opening, mark puts down his phone and thumbs lazily at the remote for the television.

"hey, do you wanna finish that show we were talking about?" he asks, as haechan crosses the living room to head to the kitchen.

"can't," haechan replies lightly. grabbing a waterbottle from the fridge, he takes a quick sip of water. "i'm taking care of y/n tonight."

"oh." mark frowns, turning to look at haechan in concern. "is she feeling unwell?"

a wry smile spreads across haechan's face as he starts to fill up an empty glass with ice. "something like that."

"well…" mark blinks a few times, finally selecting a documentary about penguins to watch. "i hope she feels better soon."

"don't worry about it, mark," he replies smoothly. closing the door to the fridge and strolling back to the room, he casts one more glance at mark. "i'll make sure she does."

haechan had been tucking you into bed, stroking your hair gently while he waited for you to fall asleep, when your hand wrapped around one of his slender fingers and tugged to get his attention.

"haechan?"

his movements slowed at your tone, the slightly breathy way you said his name usually a sign that you were feeling needier than usual, or slipping into a different headspace. "yes, baby?" and sure enough…

"i need you," you nuzzled your face into his chest, feeling embarrassed. "take care of me, please."

he cooed at how adorable you sounded, deciding to go easy on you tonight right then and there. "baby needs my help?" you nod, and he rubs at your shoulder gently as encouragement. "how long have you been waiting for me, angel?"

"since dinner," you whisper.

"good girl." he leaned down slightly to kiss the crown of your hair, when suddenly the sound of footsteps made him halt.

outside, he could hear mark sink down into the couch in the living room. he must have left the guest room, waiting for haechan to join him after you'd fallen asleep.

since dinner, you said you'd needed him. it made sense: haechan had been unable to keep his hands to himself the entire time, even with mark at the table — stroking your thighs, pulling you into his lap during dessert, feeding you bites off his spoon. the way he had babied you getting to your head, making you feel that familiar ache between your thighs.

truth to be told, haechan had known exactly what he was doing, and he had done it for a clear purpose. it had been about a week since mark temporarily moved in because his apartment was getting renovated. and while it had been exciting at first to be living with both his girlfriend and best friend, he couldn't help but notice that mark liked to sneak glances at you from across the room, his voice melting with affection whenever he spoke to you. and he couldn't stop himself from pulling you closer when mark would talk to you in the kitchen, or keeping you in his arms during movie nights on the couch.

the thought of mark, outside, oblivious to the current mood you were in, sent a thrill through haechan's body, settling deep in his gut.

"haechan?" you look up at him, timidly, wondering what he was thinking to have this look on his face. "are you gonna…"

"of course."

taking care of you. he liked the sound of that — a sense of protectiveness swelling in his chest. you needed him to take care of you in a way that no one else could.

now, closing the bedroom door, he takes in the sight of you on the bed. you'd taken off the shirt and sleep shorts you usually wore, leaving you in just a set of lingerie. it was the one reserved for nights when he would call you princess or angel, eating you out while you were laid up against the pillows, holding you tenderly as he praised you.

you truly had no idea what was coming for you.

"is mark outside?" you ask, nervously.

annoyance flickers through haechan, causing him to straighten from where he leaned against the closed door. "why do you care?" he shoots back, tone a little harsher than you were expecting.

you blink, surprised. "i just…" you hesitate. "so he'll just be alone tonight?"

"would you rather he come in and join us?"

"no!" flustered, you try to get up from where you're kneeling on the bed, but haechan puts out a hand, motioning for you to stop.

a moment passes.

silently, he watches as you obediently rearrange yourself back into your original position, trembling slightly from your nerves. you were just so good for him.

"no?" finally crossing over to you, he places his cup on the nightstand and sits on the edge of the bed next to you. reaching out a hand to play with the lace of your panties, he leans in close so you can't avoid his gaze. "you don't want mark to see you like this?"

you shake your head.

"but you look so pretty, baby." he frowns, mockingly, relishing the conflicted look on your face. "you don't want him to see how pretty you are?"

"look pretty for you," you mumble, the words almost swallowed by your lips. "only want you to see."

a genuine smile spreads across haechan's face. dipping his hand lower, his fingertips just brush the apex of your thighs, partially hidden from the way you were kneeling. "you act like such a good girl for me," he muses, watching the way your eyelashes flutter with need.

"i am good for you," you plead, slowly inching your knees apart to give him access to your aching core. "haechan, can you please-"

he smiles at how needy you are, but even through the haze of your mind you can tell there's something sharp to it, his eyes burning you with a heavy stare. withdrawing his hand, he nods towards the pillows you'd arranged. "lie back, baby," he says, his voice quiet and controlled.

a pulse of what feels like both fear and arousal thrums through your body.

"hae-"

"i said i would take care of you, didn't i?"

you swallow at the harshness in his voice, but you can't deny that it makes your skin feel warmer, and you're sure your lace panties are transparent by now. inching backwards, you lie down on the pillows and sigh as he finally tugs your panties down your legs, easing your knees apart and exposing you to him.

gently, he begins to rub your clit in small circles, leaning down to suck bruises into your neck, marking you for everyone to see. gasping, your body feverish with pleasure, you roll your hips up into his hand, hoping he'll get the message and push his fingers inside you.

"more, please," you whimper, and haechan indulges you, running a finger up and down your slit.

"feels good?"

slipping a finger inside you, he curls it against your walls, his thumb continuing to circle your clit. his other hand pulls down the cups of your bra, scraping his blunt nails over your nipples and pinching at them, something that never failed to make you moan out in sensitivity.

but mark was outside.

pushing your face into the side of your pillow, you manage to contain your sounds to a soft whine. your hips chasing his touch, you pant heavily as you try to beg haechan to bring you to your first climax. "fuck" you whisper, words punctuated by gasps as haechan adds another finger, trying to stretch you out. "i'm, fuck, haechan, i'm gonna-"

but suddenly, haechan leans back and away from your body, his eyes narrowed. smearing your arousal on your upper thigh, he sucks off the remainder on his fingers, watching as your face falls with disappointment, movements jerky you sit up to look at him.

"why-"

"did that feel good, baby?" haechan tilts his head at you, eyebrows raised.

"yes…" you try to close your legs as surreptitiously as you can, starting to rub your thighs together to relieve the feeling of achy emptiness.

eyes downcast, he shakes his head condescendingly. "you were being so quiet, baby." he reaches out a hand to sweep your hair out of your eyes, messy from the way you were nuzzling your head into the pillow. "it made me sad," he murmurs.

"i'm sorry," you blurt out, reaching out quickly to latch onto his hand. "i just… i didn't want mark to hear."

he bristles at your words. mark this, mark that. mark will be alone tonight, don't want mark to hear.

"you were thinking of mark as i was touching you?" he challenges.

eyes widening, you take his words seriously, pushing yourself up and crawling into his lap. his arms come around to circle your waist as you throw yourself onto him, words tumbling from your mouth in a jumble of sounds.

"not like that- i just- i want it to be- i didn't want him to- for you-"

grabbing your chin, he interrupts you by kissing you heatedly, nipping at your lip. you part your lips for him, and he licks into your mouth, silencing every single one of your protests until you lose your train of thought completely.

"don't worry, baby," he breathes, easing you back onto your back. "you're going to make it up to me now, okay?"

your eyes focused on his, you nod.

"good girl." reaching for the cup he'd brought over from the kitchen, he dips his fingers in and swirls them in the icy water. lifting his still dripping fingers out, he lightly brushes your inner thigh, grinning when he gets the exact reaction he wants, a loud wail tearing from your throat.

he knew you got sensitive over cold temperatures easily, often surprising you by pressing his cold hands to the back of your neck, or freckling cool kisses on your stomach after sucking on an ice cube. it was for this reason that he rarely used ice when playing with you in bed — the way you'd squirm from his touch and the slew of sounds you would make becoming more of an inconvenience.

but tonight, it was exactly those sounds that he wanted to hear from you.

taking out an ice cube, he rubs it lightly on your chest and over your nipples, a hand shooting out to pin you to the bed as your back arches and your body twists. "do i need to tie you down, doll?" he muses, watching the ice cube melt against your hot skin, your muscles tense and trembling as you whine loudly at the pet name.

you mouth words that mean nothing as he rubs a fresh ice cube on your navel, inching closer to the apex of your thighs. you buck your hips, threatening to unseat him, but he only pins you down even more firmly with his body, your sensitivity manifesting in a loud moan of his name that seems to bounce around the walls of the room.

"so sensitive…" he muses, easing two fingers inside you, making sure you could feel the icy coldness of his fingertips. you let out another cry, choked breaths stuttering as he pumps them in and out of you, enjoying the way your arousal leaked out all over his hand.

"louder," he demands. carefully picking a partially melted bit of ice from the cup, he presses it into your clit harshly, and you let out a scream, torn between the pleasure his fingers were giving you and the sting from the cold.

"you think mark knows what we're doing right now?" he spits, pulling out his fingers from your core. when you don't respond, he gives your swollen clit a harsh flick, and you moan, barely able to understand what he was saying. "answer me, doll."

slowly, you try to recall his question. "n-no," you stutter, breath uneven and throat sore from screaming.

"really?" he laughs lowly. crawling away from your grip, he pushes your legs up until your feet are planted on the bed, his arms snaking around your thighs to hold them in place. taking another piece of ice in his nimble fingers, he begins to rub your clit with it, shushing you as you start to tear up.

"should i give you more, then? make sure he gets the message?" slowly, he starts to slip the piece lower and lower, teasing you over your slit, eyes watching for your reaction.

you start to cry in earnest, sobs wracking through your body. "more-" you cry out, hands reaching down to grasp his arms, wanting to cling onto him. "more please, i wanna cum so bad-"

and so haechan decides to give you exactly what you want.

pushing the piece of ice into you, he chases it quickly with his tongue, his neck shuddering as he delights at the taste of you in his mouth, his plush lips parting so he could lap at you messily. angling his face so his nose bumped into your clit, he reaches blindly for the cup of ice, impatiently upending its contents all over your sopping wet cunt. he lets out a groan just as you scream, the feeling vibrating through you and causing your hips to lift up.

grazing his teeth over your clit, you barely make out his command for you to cum before you're releasing all over his mouth and chin, the feeling flooding over you as he helps you ride out your climax. licking gently at your folds, he releases you from his grip the moment your body stops shaking, climbing up the bed to pull you into his arms, aware that he'd pushed you a little harder than usual this night.

he lets you curl yourself into his side, the rush of adrenaline not yet faded as you continue to sniffle quietly, your legs tangled with his. brushing your hair away from your face, he gently wipes you dry with a warm towel, apologising softly when goosebumps erupt on the surface of your skin from the residual coolness of his touch.

"you okay, baby?" he asks, tentatively.

dazed, you nod, holding onto him even more tightly and hoping the heat from his body would seep into yours.

"cold?" tugging his shirt off, he pulls it gently over your head, dragging the blanket over for good measure. "you did so good for me today, baby."

you hum in pleasure, pressing light kisses to his bare arms as you feel your heartbeat ease, content for the moment to be cuddled by your boyfriend.

next to you, haechan continued to stroke your back as he slipped his phone from the nightstand to check the time. but the moment his lockscreen lit up, he saw that he had several unread messages sent around 20 minutes ago.

all from mark.

mark, 10.59pm: dude is she ok? she sounds like she's in real pain mark, 10.59pm: do you need me to go get medicine or smth mark, 11.00pm: oh mark, 11.00pm: fuck nevermind

"haechan?" pushing yourself up to get his attention, you tap his shoulder lightly.

distracted, he turned towards you, eyes still glued to the words on his phone. "hm?"

"i…" you can feel the arousal inside you begin to mount in pressure, the sensitivity between your legs fading off into the familiar ache when you realised that he hadn't even fucked you yet. "more, please?"

surprised, he gives you his full attention, putting his phone back on the nightstand and draping his arms over you. "you want to keep going?"

nodding, you push yourself into his hold. "please. you don't have to be gentle, –" you cut yourself off, embarrassed. "i can take it," you mumble, hoping he wouldn't tease you.

but haechan only smiles at you proudly. "you're perfect," he holds your face in his hands and kisses you sweetly, languidly. you feel your mind turn to mush, your body beginning to squirm in his touch, trying to push his thigh in between your legs as your whole body heats up.

getting the message, haechan shoves the blanket away, rolling on top of you and caging you in with his arms. he surveys your neck, already littered with marks from before, and dips his head down to nip at your collarbone. you're a mess underneath him, your legs wrapping around his waist and grinding up on him, feeling his hardness through his sweatpants.

"please," you whine, scrabbling at his back and trying to push his face out from your neck, needing him to help you.

he groans at how fucked out you sound. "give me a second, baby. i wanna try something."

clambering out of bed, he crosses over to the table, fumbling with something you can't see, your view obstructed by his broad shoulders. when he turns back to you, you see his new camera clutched in his hands. he'd bought it recently, excited to get into photography, taking any and every opportunity to take photos of you and whatever you were doing. it was endearing, yes, and adorable, but right now the way he's looking at you through the lens is sending shockwaves of arousal down your spine.

"so fucking perfect," he breathes. sliding back onto the bed, he grabs your chin gently, looking at you carefully. "if i let you ride me, can i film you, baby?"

"yes," you blurt out, a little too eagerly. tugging at his pants, you manage to free his hard cock, slapping up against his navel. the tip looking angry and red, you eagerly spit in your hand and start to stroke his shaft, relishing the weight of him in your palm.

haechan indulges you, leaning back against the headboard as he sighs and lets out a string of pretty moans. "my little fuckdoll," he croons. "you'd do anything as long as i give you my cock, right? you'll let me film you, tease you…fuck-" his hips rut into your hand as you start rubbing at his tip, covering it with your fingers. the camera jolts, and he uses his other hand to steady his wrist. you smile down at his lap, a small look of triumph on your face.

reaching out, he grabs your face, making you look at him.

"had your fun, doll?" slapping your hands away, he reaches out to prod at your folds with his fingertips, laughing meanly when his fingers come away glistening. "so wet, just from touching me?" sucking on them casually, he picks up the camera again, hitting the record button this time before panning down slowly to where you hover over his cock.

"sit" he orders, watching through the tiny screen as you rub his tip between your folds, teasing your clit before slowly sinking down on him just as he had commanded.

as you place your hands on his chest to steady yourself, he takes a moment to thank whoever recommended him the camera, the high quality images practically dripping with sin as they take in every detail — the muscles in your thighs trembling, your shaky breathing as you feel him deep inside you. you roll your hips a few times experimentally, moaning softly at how good it feels to be filled by him. without waiting for permission, you start to slowly rise up and down on him, whimpering when you feel his tip brush your soft spot, making your legs feel weak.

"haechan-" you plead, wondering why he wasn't moving or reacting to you, needing him to touch you like he usually did whenever you rode him.

but haechan had his eyes fixed on the camera, resolutely pretending his cock wasn't throbbing inside your heat. he wanted to get you desperate, to put on the best show for the video. "what's the matter, doll?" slumped on the pillows, he barely flicks his eyes up from the screen, looking at you through his lashes. "you're gonna have to try harder if you want my attention."

the words swirl around in your gut, your cheeks feeling hot. fucking yourself down harder on him, you start bouncing on him in earnest, setting a fast pace. you see his body tense, cock twitching inside you, but still he resolutely stares at the camera screen, zooming in on where your bodies connect, your arousal smearing all over his lap messily.

your movements grow more frantic on him as you tire, pathetically moving your hips this way and that, no longer able to lift them. clumsily, you try to steady yourself with one hand, the other moving to your clit and rubbing at it jerkily. haechan hisses as your movements cause you to clench around him even harder, finally straightening up and looking at you.

a hand darting out to grab your hip roughly, he begins to thrust upwards into you expertly, ramming his cock into the one spot he knew you liked. "got so needy for the camera, doll," he pants, barely minding how shaky the footage was getting, his brain completely focused on the way your eyes rolled back in pleasure. "did you like putting on a show? touching yourself?"

gripping onto his shoulders, you let a moan rise from your chest, surrendering fully to his control. displeased at your lack of response, he slaps your ass to bring you to attention, rubbing the spot with his hand as you wail.

"you gonna cum for the camera?" he coaxes, eyes checking the screen to make sure you were still in frame.

you nod, furiously, so desperately close. haechan can feel the way you spasm around him, your movements jerky and erratic, fingernails digging in his shoulder-blades hard enough to leave marks. leaning in, he licks at one of your nipples, sucking the firm bud into his mouth and scraping it with his teeth, and it's that feeling that tips you over the edge, cumming so hard around him that black spots dance in your vision.

underneath you, haechan lets go too, letting out a low moan as your walls hug his cock, milking him of all his cum. continuing to thrust shallowly, haechan lets go of the camera in favour of holding you in his arms, rocking you back and forth until he physically can't move his hips from the sensitivity any longer.

"you okay?" he murmurs into your hair, arms smoothing over yours.

"yeah," you whisper back, smiling contentedly.

"perfect." slotting your lips with his, he gives you a gentle kiss, pushing you gently onto your back. kissing you again, you feel a slight urgency to the pressure of his lips, as his hands start to roam your body again.

"haechan…" you sigh as he licks into your open mouth, and you feel his body lift off yours as he moves to kneel between your legs. "wait, i don't know if i-"

but haechan is groping around the bed blindly for the discarded camera, his eyes focused on your sopping wet cunt, stuffed full of his cum. "so pretty," he mumbles to himself. "fuck. you're so hot, baby."

your breath hitches as he finally locates the device, the red blinking light indicating that it was still recording. puffy lips pouted in concentration, his tongue poking into his cheek, his eyes go dark as he zooms in on the sight, making sure the camera captured everything. suddenly flustered at the scrutiny, you shuffle your legs, trying to close them, but haechan's hand shoots out to pin your thighs exactly where they were.

"don't be shy, baby…" he breathes, fingers straying towards your swollen and abused pussy. you grip onto his arm but it's no use, he's already dipping his fingers into your slit, pushing his cum back into you.

"please," you beg, "'m sensitive, it's…i don't think…" but your words die on your tongue, pleasure starting to overtake the pain again as he slips in another finger, making scissoring motions, monitoring his ministrations completely through the screen.

"sorry, fuck, sorry, i just…" his thumbs comes up to press your clit softly, applying a pressure that makes you keen. "sorry," he blurts out again, curling his fingers and pushing them deeper in, "just one more time baby, i need to see it one more time…"

granting his wish, you cum all over his hand, a mixture of his and your juices gushing out of you, your walls fluttering around his fingers, until he could barely move them inside you. haechan's moans rival yours, his pupils blown out and curse words falling freely from his throat at the lewdness of the images on his screen, he can hardly believe his eyes.

there's a pause as the two of you are left speechless, the room filled with nothing but wet sounds and heavy breathing. switching the camera off, haechan lowers it slowly to the bed, eyes trained on you.

"so…" you reach for him, and he slumps down into your arms, pulling you close for what feels like the umpteenth time that night.

"so…" he repeats back at you.

"so what are you going to do with the video?"

"mark, can you help me grab my camera from my room?"

"uh, sure okay, hold on-" shuffling into haechan's bedroom, mark spots the camera on the bedside table. it still seems to be turned on, paused on the thumbnail of the last video it took.

and mark doesn't mean to look, it's just that the screen is right there.

and it very clearly shows an image of you, sinking down on haechan's cock, one of his distinctive hands gripping your waist possessively while the other presumably holds the camera.

"did you find it?"

haechan breezes into the room, and mark jumps, fumbling and dropping the camera onto the bed where it bounces a few times.

"fuck, sorry-"

"- woah, be careful. it's expensive."

haechan picks up the camera, and takes a long exaggerated look at the still lit-up screen, eyes widening dramatically. "jeez, mark. you're such a perv"

"i didn't-"

"-like wow, mark. that's private." a serious look on his solemn face, haechan turns the camera off. "it'll upset y/n if she knew you were watching her."

"i wasn't watching-" "don't tell her you saw this video, okay?" turning and walking out of the room, he casts one more look back at mark, the slightest hint of pride tinting his voice as he adds, "it's mine."

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#haechan smut #donghyuck smut #haechan scenario #haechan au #nct smut #nct scenario

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honouredsatoru · 1 year

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pornstar!satosugu with neighbors you : you were that cute little thing that lived next door and that got them so riled up they could barely go a day of work without fucking a costar to the thought of you.

when they get you you go through a series of events in which you get godlike sex ?? the thing is they forget that you're not built like them and it shows most when they decide to bet on which one can make you cum the most ??? they'll have you fucked out on the bed, desperate to be freed because you think that if the keep going you'll die but they're not stopping because they keep on one upping the other ??

like you're shaking, pussy throbbing and still processing your previous orgasm when you see geto kneel in front of the bed because he's about eat you out AFTER GOJO JUST REARRANGED YOUR GUTS ??? and when you cum, he's not done, he's between your thighs plowing your cervix and your sweet spot so much, you won't walk for a few days. when you try and run away from his dick, he grabs you by the ankles and slams you against his cock ??

"stop. fucking. moving. I'm not done with your little cunt, princess. you'll give me one more and then I'll see. but that pussy stays stuffed until i say otherwise. don't make me spank you, you dirty little cockslut."

and you shake harder, feeling so exposed when gojo gets closer, watching his best friend fuck you raw and rough.

"look at what you're doing to her suguru, fucked her so stupid shes running away from you like her pussy wasn't creaming all over you. she's adorable ain't she ?? can't even think straight"

I... don't know who you are but all I can say is, I love this so much. Oh my god. Pornstar!satosugu who can't stop stuffing you with their girthy, veiny cocks, your neck and chest filled with love bites and marks, as they fucked you one last time, for the night by the way, they unloaded their cum all over you, focusing on your face and your tummy. Once they are done, these two just sit back to admire their work of art as you laid on the mattress, like the breathlessly sweet fuck doll you are. And for the next few days, they take good of you, babying their favourite beautiful, precious neighbour.

Ohhh. If your body is much smaller than theirs, I can see them developing a size kink because of you. Who knows? They might even move you in with them, keeping you to themselves.

p/s : sooooo sorry for this extremely late answer to you, anon 😭 i remember asking people to send me tokyo rev/jjk smut asks. im finally back-ish?? now the jjk2 is close to coming out and i am close to my semester break.

#lilithspeaks #honouredsatoru #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jjk smut #gojo satoru smut #getou suguru smut #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

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nekrosdolly · 5 months

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Hey is it okay if you could write a fic where the reader uses the safe word for Albert Wesker, im curious on what you think about that. If not, then I hope you have a nice day!

hiiii anon! i'm not taking requests for full fics but i will definitely indulge you with a ficlet since i haven't written anything like this for re5 wesker yet! (also you're never a bother don't think you are <𝟑)

quick cw here; cnc (consensual nonconsensual), degradation, collaring + leashing, bdsm elements, dom/sub dynamic, dom!wesker sub!afab!reader, hurt/comfort aspects, reader is wearing a skirt

albert's been more brutal than ever, his grip on your hips so hard you fear they'll break. he's stressed- that much is apparent just from looking at him- furrowed brows, a fierce frown, and threateningly red eyes behind his shades.

that's why you're here, though. his cock is buried in you so deep you can feel it in your gut, the fat head nearly piercing your cervix with every single thrust he gives. his words are mean and normally, you'd like them, but today is weird for you, too. you're not yourself today and you'd hoped, that by putting on your collar and surrendering yourself to him like you do often, you'd feel better. you don't. if he can tell something is wrong, he doesn't say it. you have a safeword for a reason. your noises are quiet and muffled with your head being shoved into the couch cushions. the way he's filling you is heavenly, but you're not in the right headspace. it worsens when he tugs on your leash.

"umbrella!" the safeword you two agreed on leaves your lips in a sob, and you're a wreck. it's a hard stop, a means for you to get out of any scene that became too much and skip to aftercare.

the scene falls- he pulls out and takes your collar off, tucks himself in his pants, and straightens out your skirt before he even thinks about trying to move you into a different position.

"i'm here, darling. it's alright. i'm going to move you so you're on your back, alright?" he places his hand high on your back, between your shoulder blades to negate anything sexual about his touch. you nod weakly, quiet little sobs escaping you. he gets out from between your legs and flips you over so you're able to breathe easier and so he can soothe you better.

he's by your side within seconds, knelt beside the couch and fixing your shirt to cover your breasts. his other hand cups your face, giving you something to hold on to.

"shh, dove, it's going to be alright. i'm sorry, i didn't mean to hurt you." he takes your hand in his and presses a kiss to your knuckles. you shake your head lightly.

"not your fault. i just don't feel right today." you mumble, turning on your side to face him properly. he sighs, his eyes not as red anymore, and kisses your forehead.

"you should have told me earlier, sweet thing." his worry for you becomes visible as he removes his sunglasses and sets them aside. your tears are less severe now that he's comforting you, your body not shaking as much. you ache from his rough treatment, however.

"i know. i'm sorry." he strokes your hair, a small "tsk" leaving him.

"it's just fine. come, let's get you cleaned up." he picks you up bridal-style with ease, your head resting against his shoulder as he carries you to the bathroom. standing would be a lot for you right now and he knows that, so he sets you down on the bathroom counter with a kiss to your temple and runs you a bath.

you're as still as a doll as he undresses you, kissing every inch of you to further reassure you of his love. he's sweeter than usual for the rest of the night- practically coddling you- because he knows you need it like he needs you.

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mcrredacteddeadove · 1 month

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being bullets gerards almost legal boyfriend whos like really skinny, really pale, totally gaunt, and he loves fucking you while you're still and quiet, and eventually you find out he's secretly a necrophile and the reason he's with you is because you're the closest he can get to fucking a corpse <3

bonus if he eventually kills you and finally gets to live out his fetish in full

-doll guts anon (btw sorry if im being too much with the super violent shit? i feel like there's a lot more underage stuff here rather than gory)

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#gw #tw necro #doll guts anon #this is a deaddove blog nothing is ever too much:3

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fobredactedove · 5 days

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cult leader andy whos like really good at persuading and coercing people. it's like one of those fitness scheme mlms that become cults, you know the ones.

he's like. he builds up a following where half of them are fanatics, and he slowly starts to invite them into his inner circle, where he forces sexual favours on them in exchange for better positions in the group... hold on have yall ever heard of the cult NXIVM? andy does the thing they did where he brands the members of his inner circle with the logo of the cult, maybe on their ass or thigh or stomach... he gets them to get their daughters involved too

once he has so many people under his spell, when the human sacrifices start, no one doubts their faith. even the more apprehensive ones don't try to leave, because they know they'll be next ^^

obvs he fucks the sacrifices too. its all part of the ritual, of course. nothing to worry about

-doll guts anon (wow i don't know what possessed me here. i used to have a special interest for cults and sketchy mlms, and andy holding a position of power is hot, so...)

#ah #grooming tag #gore tag #doll guts anon

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starstruckwillows · 1 year

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♡ z to a - s.b ♡

requested by anon<3, i'm a firm believer james potter lives by the beach

rockstar!sirius black x shy!reader, fem!reader, fluff fic, petnames, might make spin-off blurbs about them, some alcohol, participation in halloween, mention of coke but no drug consumption by canon characters or reader, swearing

emotionally constipated rockstar!sirius tries to confess his feelings for you three times before someone else does it for him

29th august 1978

the marauders had only been out of hogwarts with their n.e.w.ts in tow for a month or so when the production deal came through.

in all honesty, nobody, including them, was really expecting the band to progress past the potters' garage. so to soar to fame after one pub gig, seemingly overnight... it made everyone's head spin.

that's what you put that night down to. excitement. everyone out, drinking and cheering, sirius kissing you as though he'd been waiting for years to do such a thing.

but sirius didn't wait. he was confident, as sure as the tide running towards your group on the beach. you were both drunk and excited, everyone was kissing. you're almost sure you saw regulus kissing someone and he was vehemently against intimacy outside a relationship.

neither of you ever bought it up again, but you couldn't help but wonder sometimes.

the sand filling your clothes the next morning as you all woke was a sobering reality, trudging back to james' house while everyone complained there was still salt water in their hair even more so.

"hey." sirius groaned, jogging up beside you and instantly regretting the movement.

your hair was an untamed mess that you swiped from your eyes to answer him, "hey."

"you gonna come on tour with us, doll?" his voice was light and teasing, and you were about to quip back when mary nudged him roughly, "where's our invite then?"

he threw an arm around her shoulder and laughed, "backstage passes for every show."

marlene thumped him, "knock it off, it's one deal."

the lot of you dissolved into hungover giggles and you knew sirius was only teasing you like he teased everyone.

peter appeared next to you, "would you really come with us if we went on tour?"

thinking of the busy backstage chaos and all the people that would be present, you shrugged.

"as if we'll ever get to tour." remus scoffed.

1st april 1979

the marauders did get to tour.

first, around the uk, both for the muggle and wizarding world. two tours passed like that, with sirius personally sending you tickets to each one. you went to most.

now, they were all set to tour the whole of europe, and their manager was discussing america too. they'd been a sensation, the lot of them, and you were all so proud.

it was lily, your best friend, who suggested you should join them.

"why not? i'm going, it'll give me someone to talk to!"

as an independent reporter, lily's job was as flexible as she wanted it to be. yours was not so simple, but it could be done. it still felt like much too big of a risk.

your hesitation was visible, lightly tugging your arm out of lily's excited grip, "i don't know lils, i can't just invite myself along."

"alright, don't tell him i told you, but sirius is going to ask you to come. would you say yes?"

you hated it, felt pathetic, when the mention of sirius' name had your gut screaming yes.

"i- i guess."

she squealed, and if it wasn't so against your quiet nature you might of squealed with her, her joy was so pure.

so when sirius knocked on the door of your room, only down the corridor from his in the large flat share the band had bought, you knew what he would ask and you knew your answer.

he sat on the end of your bed, relief all over his face at your shy agreement, and took one of your hands in his, tattoos decorating the pale skin.

"also, there's something else i was going to ask you-" his voice was uncharacteristically nervous, each word a struggle.

a screech that you both instantly assigned to james sounded from the communal kitchen, and the two of you leapt up to see what fire had been started.

there was none, just the sparkle of marlene's ring finger, and dorcas' wide smile.

"you're engaged!"

the night became another of celebration and shouting. it's a good thing the lot of you didn't have many neighbours.

sirius was caught once looking at you wistfully, before averting his gaze and making a crude joke about strippers for the hen do.

you smiled ruefully, commanding yourself to calm down. sirius was the frontman and lead singer of a now world famous band. you were a girl he went to school with who also lived where he lived.

breathe, you told yourself, turning politely to remus who was telling you about their new song.

31st october 1981

halloween had never been your favourite holiday, always too nervous to get in any costume that you thought looked good on you. most of your life, you'd been on trick or treat duty.

the new joint penthouse, consisting of remus, sirius, peter (publicly known as three thirds of the hit band, the marauders), marlene and dorcas (still engaged but getting married next year), and regulus, who didn't technically live there anymore but was around enough. but there were no kids to approach the door with pumpkin baskets in hand, and therefore no duty for you with your bag of sweets.

mary had moved out with her partner earlier that year, and it was at her house she convinced you into a costume you knew you looked gorgeous in, but couldn't bring yourself to arrive back home in.

the party would be in full swing by now, full of rockstars and actors and models and probably the odd politician crashing the place. remus usually chased them out.

"lily told me you have to wear it." mary flicked you on the head.

"why?" you asked, whinier than intended.

she pointed to the group photo, showcasing baby harry in the centre, "because her and james are occupied, and she's not here to bully you into it."

with a reluctant grumble of 'fine', you grabbed your car keys, mary and her partner climbing into the backseat, all giggles and confidence, while you avoided checking yourself in the mirror every three seconds out of nerves.

everyone you entered the party with dissipated quickly, leaving you rubbing your arm nervously.

"hello!" a man approached you, tipsy but not drunk. you vaguely recognized him as the guitarist of the marauders' go to opening act.

you'd been on their europe tour with them twice, but not their most recent american one. it was hard to remember individuals from the many faces you saw in that time.

clearing your throat, you offered an increasingly nervous, "hi..."

"you were on tour! what-" he hiccuped, "why were you there again?"

you shrugged tightly, "i helped in the costume, hair and makeup department. but sirius asked me to come."

the man's eyes bulged out of his head, "man, so you're like a travel groupie! can't wait to get myself one of them."

you coughed awkwardly, trying to edge away, "oh- no, it's not like that."

"you're like viv or whatever her name was!"

the man seemed excited at the link, you wanted to hurl. vie was a girl peter had fallen for, but turned out to be someone just climbing the social ladder and using his head as a stepping stone, as well as leaking information about james and lily's new house, and remus' "health condition" that she, a muggle, didn't know was lycanthropy.

you hated to see your friend so heartbroken, while she headlined hollywood's major films that year.

"i'm not vie, and i'm not a groupie." you said, firmer than was usual for you.

sirius chose that convenient moment to appear, eyes trailing over your skin with an involuntary smile before a frown took over his beautiful face as he saw the man you were engaged in conversation with.

he clapped the guy on the shoulder with more force than necessary, "everything alright, kade?"

kade nodded and scurried off, mumbling something about spotting his coke dealer. that was a guy in way over his head, you thought.

"you look brilliant, doll. he didn't ruin your mood, did he?"

you shook your head, not quite making eye contact, the gloss on your lips stretching into a smile.

sirius wasn't convinced, gently holding your arm, "look at me, please."

the undertone of the plead in his voice made you do as he said, resisting the urge to pull at your sleeves.

"what did he say?" sirius' voice was unusually low and slightly rough as he balanced the line between not shouting but making sure you could hear him over the music.

you tried not to shrug again, conscious of the heat of his hand around your wrist, "oh, he just thought i was a travel groupie or something."

there was a cool anger present in sirius' eyes, but it left when he focused on your face, finger trailing across the arch of your cheek, "you know you're much more than a groupie, love."

usually you would have retorted something about how you couldn't be a groupie when you saw him at his lowest twelve year old moments, but instead you plucked some confidence from somewhere deep within you to ask, "yeah? what am i, then?"

he tossed his head back to the ceiling, pale throat with a tattoo creeping up one side exposed to the air in front of you, slightly long raven hair falling back. the half groan, half laugh he gave you was enough to make your stomach flutter.

except the answer he had on his tongue was stolen by the rare sight of an angry remus. a burning rage as he spat foul curses at the bombshell beauty that was vie.

sirius' whole face was set in a furious grimace. he let go of your arm, retracting the warmth and jogging over. you trailed awkwardly behind, apparently catching vie's eye as she swivelled to you, screaming and sobbing.

"she's no better! you let her in here, she's just as shallow as i am!" the young woman cried with more dramatics than ever. peter looked struck with dazed fear on the sidelines, a lipstick mark on his neck that he was trying to rub off.

you felt the same, shock seeping into your system. you'd been nothing but nice to vie, ever. you were the last to believe how she'd betrayed you all.

she was shouting at marlene now, who shouted back with just as much vigor until the two dissolved into a scrap and the actress was escorted out.

the party continued with ease, as it always did when famous people fought. everyone was too drunk, high or both to care.

as unsettling as it was, it wasn't the most dramatic thing to occur since the marauders' sudden stardom. you could think of twenty more shocking examples from the last tour alone.

right now, you just wanted to find sirius again. wanted to find your answer to that question.

he was buy the drinks table, downing another shot and about to fall over the line of tipsy to fully intoxicated.

"hey, sirius..."

he almost collapsed into you, "i'm sorry."

the slur in his words was evident as you patted his hair, "it's alright, darling, why don't we go sit down?"

"sure."

when the two of you were seated uncomfortably close on the sofa, his feet on the glass coffee table and head lolling against the sofa material, you brought up your question again, cup of something in hand.

"what am i here, sirius?"

a more sober demeanor overtook him, and he hesitated in the way drunk people rarely did, "my best friend, of course."

you smiled and nodded, as you usually did, satisfied with the answer but a small pang in your chest knowing you wanted more than that.

"of course."

1st november 1981

you woke groggily, not quite hungover but not quite alert either, releasing you were still half folded across sirius.

heat in your face, you scrambled off of him. james sat at the kitchen island with about eight coffees in front of him, adorning the bright smile of someone who'd had a good nights sleep.

"harry go to bed well last night?"

eagerly, as though nobody had asked yet, which you supposed they hadn't, "yeah! didn't even wake up once. absolute champ."

tiredly, you reached for a coffee, "when did you get here?"

"about twenty minutes ago. remus was already up, he herded everyone out. 'cept regulus, he's asleep somewhere."

"ah well, he basically lives here anyway."

"can't find pete though, remus has gone out to look now."

everyone was up and dressed with eyes bulging from their heads as they stared at the news headlines, only ten minutes later.

remus burst into the apartment, storming over to the tv, "fuckin' found peter."

the reporter behind the screen showed an image of the marauders' latest album cover as he spoke, "you heard it here first folks, an exclusive interview last night with peter pettigrew and his girlfriend, vie dalton, reveals his decision to leave the band, and provides some juicy inside information on why that is."

it became a day filled with pr meetings and phone calls, hasty damage control, and fending off reporters outside the building.

you were caught in a throng of them on your way to the shops. you'd only gone out for tea bags, because remus looked like he was going to blow another fuse when he discovered a lack of them in the cupboard.

microphones were shoved in your face, "who are you to the marauders?"

"who are to sirius black? how do you feel about his playboy lifestyle?" nice, thanks peter. last time i tell you about a crush.

"how did you get to live with the band?"

breathe.

"are you part of the crew?"

breathe, just breathe, walk, and get to your car.

"do you know who remus lupin is seeing?"

i can't breathe.

"has james potter cheated on his wife?"

i can't breathe.

"can we get a statement for the daily prophet?"

an arm around your waist appeared, pulling you away from the people suddenly, catching you as you stumbled backwards.

it was sirius, you could smell his colonge, and his slightly hoarse voice rang in your ears as he offered the mob a harsh set of curse words.

safely back in the elevator, you slammed yourself into the corner against the cold metal.

"i've got- got to get teabags... for remus."

you could barely see sirius through the blur of impending tears as he wrapped you into him, "forget the tea, remus will manage."

you knew he'd punched the emergency stop button because the lift wasn't moving. you couldn't feel it rise beneath you as you slid to the ground, still clinging onto sirius as he went down with you.

once your lungs worked on their own, you moved hair from your eyes and laughed. sirius, looking at you in total confusion, felt your head for a temperature.

"i'm alright," you all but whispered, "thank you."

he gave you a half smile, not as cocky as a smirk, but more than something friendly, "of course."

you didn't want to move from his embrace, so you didn't, letting your head fall against his shoulder, leather jacket smooth against your face.

"you've always been there, y'know?" he said suddenly.

"hm?"

sirius played with the hem of your shirt in an almost nervous manner, "you've always stayed with us. with me. from z listers to a. sometimes i think i don't deserve that much."

you wanted to scream at him, telling him just how much he deserved, telling him you wish he'd just let his guard down for two seconds so you could love him.

you didn't.

"of course you deserve it, siri, i wouldn't have stuck around so long if you didn't."

"cos we're best friends?"

"sure."

he unwound himself from your side, twisting to face you, "have you heard everything peter said?"

you nodded.

"the stuff about us?" sirius prompted further.

you tensed, froze, then nodded.

"so you know how i feel? that the pick you signed for my birthday is the only one i use? you know i spent four hours shopping for your christmas present because it had to be perfect? that i'm the one who leaves a coffee outside your door every morning? you know that i'm in love with you?"

the words rang free in the elevator, and your eyebrows furrowed slightly as you looked up at him. he looked terrified. you hadn't seen him this scared since he left home, you didn't want him to be this scared ever again.

words failed you. they always did, you weren't good at talking, you weren't good at making bold statements without over analyzing them.

you did the only thing you could think of to do, following your gut, and leaning forward to kiss him, hands around the back of his neck and in his hair, slow enough to give him time to back away.

but he didn't, pulling you closer alarmingly quickly, lips colliding in a way that should've been awkward, but wasn't. the two of you seemed to just fit against each other like magnets slotting together after being held apart.

"sirius-" you tried to move away to talk, but he just emitted a low whine and pulled you back in.

you didn't have any motivation to break away again. he seemed more important to you than breathing; he definitely felt better.

eventually the emergency stop button was hit again and the two of you returned to your apartment, looking like two grinning fools in love. everyone was too preoccupied to notice anything different. maybe nothing was all that different.

you spent the rest of the day in his bed.

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mariondeux · 2 years

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heya! since you’re wanting mayoi requests.. can i request mayoi x bully male reader?

mayoi fucking bully m!reader after having enough of his attitude. mayoi fucks reader in the boys bathroom, fucking him so good that reader starts to enjoy it, even love it! mayoi starts to record reader crying and begging for mayoi’s dick, possibly using it for blackmail in the future..

it can be headcanons, drabble, whatever you think suits you! but can it include non-con, mind break, forced submission, and dacryphilia?

please and thank you! - 🦢

— SYNOPSIS ; Having enough of your attitude and your constant trash talking, Mayoi brings you inside the boy’s bathroom and breaks you.

CW ; NSFW, Non-con, mind break, forced submission, dacryphilia, the grape word is used in this, blackmail, non-consensual sextape, degradation, Mayoi is pretty ooc

WORD COUNT ; 573

PAIRING ; Mayoi Ayase x Bully!Male!Reader

A/N ; Ooc Mayoi is a little tough to write but the plot was too good not to! Thank you for requesting this, 🦢 anon! Hope you enjoy :)

FEMALE ALIGNED DNI.

You let out a yelp as Mayoi pushed you into the bathroom stall, the stall door closing shut as he shoved you into the door. You were so confused! One moment you were talking down on Mayoi and the next moment you were being manhandled into the boys' bathroom!

You doubted he’d have the guts to really do something like this due to how fragile he was on the daily. But this? It was like he wasn’t even himself!

“Mayoi—“

“No! No, shut up! Brats like you don’t get to speak!”

Those words had really caught you off guard. You immediately shrunk further into the stall door with wide eyes as he tore your clothes off. You knew perfectly that you’d been trash talking Mayoi the past weeks, but in your defense he was just so.. creepy! He gave you bad vibes. The way he’d accidentally speak out of his intrusive thoughts irked you.

Now you’re facing the consequences. He has you perfectly naked and now he’s about to rape you. Does he even feel guilty?

He handled you with no remorse, throwing your limbs around as if you were nothing but a sex doll. Mayoi grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist, unzipping his pants as he pulled his cock out. You immediately threw your arms out and pushed at his shoulders, trying to shove him off of you. But, to no avail, he uses his belt and ties your wrists behind your back. He hadn’t even realized how tight it was.

Your eyes grew watery as you whimpered the moment the head of his cock prodded at your hole.

“If you keep struggling I’ll only be rougher,” The tone of his voice had you shuddering under his touch.

Mayoi pushed the head past the rim, grunting a bit as you practically swallowed him in. You were so tight; it was a little tough to shove the rest in, but he did it. You let out a pained cry as his hips met yours, stretching your hole out with little to no preparation. You felt like your asshole was ripping apart. You could feel the throbbing pain as Mayoi’s cock thrusted in and out of you.

“Ah~ You keep sucking me back in, what a greedy dog,” Mayoi grunted, holding you by your hips as his slow thrusts melted into a much quicker pace. The blood from your anus was enough for your hole to become more slippery, allowing him to fuck you easily.

“Mayoi.. Please, hmph!” A particular thrust interrupted your sentence as you choked back a loud moan.

He fucked you at an erratic pace, balls smacking your ass as he pressed your back harder against the stall door. The pain soon dissolved into pleasure, and all you could think about was how good he was fucking you. You wanted more; you wanted to be fucked into nothing but cock hungry whore. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you moaned in pure ecstasy.

Mayoi laughed dryly, “You’re enjoying this? Such a slut~” His thrusts slowed so he could pull his phone out of his pocket. He wasn’t expecting you to break so easily, but it made it all easier to get blackmail on you.

He turned it on and pressed record, getting as much as he could of your fucked out form of frame. With this footage, he wouldn’t mind blackmailing you into becoming his pet.

TAGLIST ; @exhokai @venniin @shuvies @s1cklyang3l

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eggtartz · 1 year

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greetings! could we please have a pt.II of the boys protecting the reader from harassment?? with whoever you want?

a/n : consider it done anon ✅

masterlist

characters : draken + hanma

ken ryuguji

- it was soon your birthday so draken bought your favorite strawberry cake that he knows you always loved

- you two planned to have a small celebration just between you two, then you two would spend more time at somewhere draken has planned specially

- draken was waiting for the traffic light to turn green until he heard a yelp coming from an alley nearby

- he thought the yelp somehow sounded like you but your apartment complex was three more blocks away

- following his guts, draken left his motorcycle and went into the alley and found you crying on the alley floor

- draken didn't hear anything else and instantly grabbed the nearest garbage lid and threw it at one of the guys surrounding you

- he kicked the other guys and punched them, after that he shoved their faces at the wall, their nose probably broken due to draken's consistent attacks

- "touch her again, you'll regret it" he said then let them go, their body fell on the ground

- draken grabbed your hand and inspected for any signs of injuries but found none so he took your hand and gestured you ride the motorcycle with him

- riding the motorcycle to your home, he felt your hand fisting his shirt and his back got a little wet, indicating that you're still scared and crying

- draken reached your hand behind "don't worry angel, it's me. im here, okay?"

hanma shuji

- some people are stupid enough to to harass the reaper's partner

- you two were at the mall, hanma wanted to spoil you so you were alone at this store while hanma was outside at the smoking zone

- after stepping on the cigarette, hanma entered the mall again and went to the store you were last in but he couldn't find you

- well, he owned the area basically so he entered the security room to see where you went

- he saw two bigger guys than you, grabbing your arm and bringing you to the staircase area despite your protests

- "tch, this would be thrilling" he mumbled under his breath and ran to the staircase area

- "oh lookie here! harassing my partner eh? feeling brave?"

- you were struggling in their grasp but once they loosen their grip, you ran to hanma and hid behind his back

- "now doll, wait for me outside yes?"

- yeah grunts and groans are heard inside the area and you waited under the green exit light until hanma was done

- "okay doll, let's go grab lunch?"

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x yn #fluff #ken ryuuguji fluff #tokyo revengers ken ryuguji #draken tokrev #draken fluff #draken tokyo revengers #hanma shuji x reader #tokyo revengers hanma #hanma shuji #hanma fluff #hanma shuji fluff #draken x reader #hanma x y/n

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flatoutin-eaurouge · 3 months

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Kissing your tears away

Pairing: Mika Häkkinen x Michael Schumacher

This makkinen + first kiss prompt was brought to you by this very lovely anon 💕 Coincidentally the lovely @kimizilla also received an ask from the same anon for a makkinen + first kiss artwork! 😭🫶🫶 So we decided to do a co-project!!! 😍 matching fanfic and artwork is a dream come true! 😭😭

PLEASE CHECK OUT DAHLIA'S GORGEOUS ARTWORK 😍

Michael swallowed. There was something so adorable about a grown man lying in his bed in silken blue button-up pajamas, with his messy blonde hair and wet blue eyes staring up at the ceiling.

"Mika?" he asked carefully, afraid that the Finn didn't want to be seen or talked to. Afraid that he would be embarrassed by the way he was clutching his bedsheets in a white-knuckled grip.

Despite the fact that Michael was talking to him, Mika didn't avert his eyes from the pristinely white ceiling he was apathically staring at. "Are-are you going to leave me too?"

He sounded disappointed. Michael watched as tears crawled over the brim of the Finn's eyelids and tracked down his pale, porcelain skin.

He hopscotched the last few meters to Mika's bed and placed his scrutches against the nearest wall. He sat down and weaved his fingers through Mika's golden hair. Poor thing! He would love to keep him company until his last day in the hospital, but he couldn't.

"Not yet. Probably soon. Let's not think about that."

Mika's bottom lip started to tremble and the flow of tears cascading down his face increased. He twisted and turned in the bedsheets and curled against the German, pressing his tear-stained face in the soft material of Michael's hoodie.

Michael caressed his soft, blonde locks and threw him a rueful smile. "How is the pain this morning?"

"Un-fucking-bearable. Like always," the Finn mumbled in the thick textile of his hoodie.

"Mmm. Maybe we should go outside to distract you?"

"How? A crippling and a weakling? The blind leading the blind?"

"Well, maybe we can both use crutches for more balance."

Mika lifted his face from Michael's hoodie and scowled at him. "Brilliant idea. My arms are as weak as my legs so that must work out." He gave him a cynical thumbs up. "I feel like a rag doll."

Michael let his fingers adoringly trace his rival's cheekbones, wiping away his tears and chuckled. "You are a rag doll."

Mika had the guts to glare daggers at him through his tears. He grabbed Michael's wrist in a viselike hold. "Well, you are a nuisance!"

"You don't mean that."

"I do mean it if you call me a rag doll."

Michael stared at Mika. The man basically was a rag doll at this point. A gorgeous, handsome rag doll, but a rag doll none the less. His arms and legs had lost so much strength and his pajama seemed slightly over-sized due to the weightloss after weeks of hospitalization. They chose to make fun of it, throwing affectionate insults each other's way, but in fact there was nothing funny about it.

"Come on, Mika. Fetch a wheelchair. I can sit in it and you can lean on it, and then we take a very slow stroll towards the park."

Mika sighed. The pain in his head was torturing him, but he reckoned it was a good idea to distract himself from said pain. He pushed himself upright with a pained frown and reached for his pain killers. "Just give me a minute."

Michael watched as Mika took his pills. It was hard to process that after all these weeks after the crash, he was still dependent on them. Life was just so unfair.

"Alright, let's go." Mika got up to his feet and stumbled towards his own wheelchair. "Mine is closer by. I know they encourage you to use crutches, but we are not going to limp up and down the hallway to fetch one."

Michael watched amusedly as the pajama-clad, grumpy Finn put his slippers on and pushed the wheelchair into his direction.

"Don't you want to get changed first?"

"No, I don't care."

Michael shrugged as he sat down in the wheelchair. Typical Mika. "I think you're gonna have a problem with your nurse... but okay."

Mika released the brakes and started wheeling his co-patient onto the smooth waxed floor of the hospital hallway. His knees trembled and his arms shook, but he had decided for himself that this was going to be his first workout after the crash.

He stared at the mop of light brown curls in front of him and smiled fondly. "Are you comfy, Michael?"

"More than!" Michael turned around and was met with a warm, genuine smile that he hadn't seen in the days since he was administered to Mika's hospital room. It warmed not only his heart, but also his senses and the goosebumps on his skin.

Michael closed his eyes and reveled in that foreign, but very welcome, warmth. Until his ride came abruptly to a halt.

"What do you guys think you're doing?!"

A quite corpulent, stern nurse had put her foot in front of one of the wheels of the wheelchair. "Who told you it was a good idea to go outside on your own?"

"I did," Michael said resolutely. "Vitamins D for my pale Finnish roomie!"

Mika nodded in confirmation.

The nurse put her hands on her hips. "You..," she pointed at Michael, "...are not a medical specialist! Look at him!"

Michael turned around to look at the Mika, taking him in from head to toe. Very pretty! Was the only thing he thought.

"Yes like I said, he looks pale he needs his sunny vitamins!"

The nurse reached out to grab Mika's wrist and tried to wrestle his hand off of the wheelchair handle. "You need to rest! You're weak! It's too dangerous for you outside!"

Mika resisted when the corpulent nurse wrapped her arms around his slender waist and tried to drag him away from the wheelchair.

"No ma'am! I'm off the hook. Literally!" Mika reached for the wheelchair handles again, almost tripping over his unsteady legs. "I don't have to carry my IV-bag around anymore. I'm on pills now."

"Hey hey, don't wrestle with my patients!" A loud voice bellowed across the hallway.

An older man in a white lab coat with mischievous eyes and an amused grin on his face walked up to them and started to gently push the nurse away from the disgruntled Finn.

"I can imagine they go insane between these walls. Let's give them a little bit of freedom. If they feel too weak they will find out soon enough."

Michael nodded and pointed at Mika. "Don't worry. If you let us, I will not leave his side. I will protect him at all costs. Right, Mika?"

Mika rolled his eyes at his German co-patient.

"Alright, but no longer than an hour and a half!" the nurse barked at them.

Michael set a timer on his watch. "Promised."

"Do you think she means an hour and a half and then go back or does she mean be back in an hour and a half?" Mika mumbled as he rolled Michael over the pavement outside the hospital.

Michael chuckled. "In my honest opinion, I think you should not try her out! She seems very strict."

"She is! Even more so than Ron Dennis!"

Michael turned around to look at Mika and smirked. He could picture that nurse wrapping Mika in a straight jacket to keep him from wandering around in the hospital. "That's good. Someone stubborn like you needs a strict nurse!"

"Michael!" Mika shook the wheelchair making Michael giggle even more. "That nurse said going outside is dangerous for me! You told me to go outside. You are the bad influence!"

"I was only joking, Mika." Michael wanted nothing more than to get up from the wheelchair and walk next to Mika so he could see his sweet face turn into a disgruntled frown everytime Michael was riling him up.

Michael could read people very well. He would never make fun of Mika when he was in pain, but right now the pain killers were doing their job and Michael thought a bit of light, friendly banter would be a good change of topic for the Finn. Not the heavy tearjurker kind of stuff.

Mika grabbbed a strand of Michael's soft, curly hair and tugged. "Still a nuisance!"

"And you are still a rag doll."

As they entered the park, Michael could feel Mika was tired. The speed and smoothness of his wheelchair steering had diminished the closer they had gotten to the green lawn.

"Why don't you say anything?"

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Mika leaned forward to look over Michael's shoulder.

"About you getting tired? It's important to let me know! I can feel it in your handling of the wheelchair."

Mika sighed. "I am shaking all over to be completely honest with you. But it's no point to whine about that. I need to improve my stamina and strength."

Michael reached out to grab Mika's shoulder. "Come here. Let me look at you."

Mika stopped the wheelchair next to a big tree that shielded them against the blazing Australian sun and put in on the brakes.

He collapsed to his knees with an exhausted sigh and wrapped his arms around his shaking body. His face looked pale and was covered with a fine sheen of cold sweat. "Perkele, I hate this!"

"Oh Mika, you look like death warmed over! Again, why didn't you say anything?!"

Michael carefully slid out of the wheelchair and sat down next to the Finn with his casted leg stretched out in front of him.

"I didn't want to come across as a wuzz!" he replied as big tears started to roll down his cheeks. "Great! And now I am crying too!"

He covered his face with his hands and started sobbing quietly. "First, my mom leaves me and in a few days you will leave me too, and I am still a fucking wreck!" His shoulders shook violently. "This is the first time I get to be outside and now I am tired and in pain!"

Michael scooted closer to the desperate Finn and enveloped him in his arms. "Oh poor Mika! Mein Hübscher!"

He caressed Mika's shuddering spine and startled when he found out he could count all his ribs one by one. "Verdammt, you are skin and bones! I will make sure the hospital staff will give you some proper nutricious food!"

Mika pressed his face in the crook of Michael's neck and sobbed. "I need my pills. My head hurts so much!"

Like yesterday, Michael's hand raked through Mika's hair, stroking the soft, golden locks, and letting them flow through his fingers. He was pleasantly surprised by how long the Finn's hair had gotten, and he was suprised by how much he adored it on him.

"You think I'm malnourished. Now I know why you call me a rag doll!"

"Sssshhh, Mika. Take deep breaths. You don't look like a rag doll."

Mika lifted his face from Michael's shoulder and pouted at him. He was in shambles. His cheeks and the tip of his nose were red and burning. A gleam of a crying-blush that contrasted enormously with his pale countenance.

Michael's heart banged against his sternum. He took a deep breath himself. Goosebumps formed on his skin. He wanted to protect this beautiful human being at all costs.

His fingers felt for scars hidden underneath Mika's thick mop of hair. He thought of the appendicits-scar underneath Mika's pajama shirt - still fresh after a few weeks, and could see the little dimple in Mika's throat, giving away where the medics had cut his throat to help him breath on that awful day in November.

He reached out to touch that small, teeny-tiny imperfection on Mika's otherwise smooth and even skin.

Mika recoiled and grabbed Michael's wrist in an instant. "Don't touch it," he said with an unsteady voice.

Michael startled heavily and quickly retrieved his hand. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Does it still hurt?"

Mika shook his head. "No, but touching it brings back memories I would like to forget."

Michael placed his arm back around Mika and pulled him closer. He caressed his cheek with the back of his hand.

"I hate it so much!"

"Sssshh, don't hate it! Why don't you see it as something positive?" Michael reached out again - seeking for permission and receiving it hesistantly - and touched the scar again. This time more carefully.

"This tiny flaw in your skin has saved your life!"

"Don't you think it's ugly?"

"Ugly?! Do I need to wash you mouth with soap?" Michael replied sternly.

Mika blinked at him in confusion.

"Nothing about you is ugly! Don't even dare say that again!" Michael's hand shot down to caress Mika's appendicits-scar over the fabric of his pajama shirt. "This one saved your life too."

Mika stilled in appreciation and stared at Michael through his tears. "Why are you being so kind to me?"

Michael swallowed. He stared into Mika's beautiful blue eyes, then at his adorable pink lips. He caressed a strand of blonde hair from his face. "Maybe I am kind to you because you've always been kind to me." His fingers stroked the line of Mika's jaw tenderly. "Maybe I am kind to you because you look so much like an angel I need to please."

He sighed in adoration when he saw a deep red blush adorning Mika's once so pale cheeks.

"Maybe I am kind to you because that little dimple in your throat and your crooked smile are so beautiful to me."

Mika smiled at him through his tears.

It was truly a captivating sight. His rueful smile looked like a sunrise after days of rain. It looked like a spring day after a months-long winter.

Michael's hand tightened gently around Mika's jaw as he angled the Finn's face a little upward. His other hand buried itself in Mika's soft, wavy hair. He stared at those pretty lips again, as his heart skipped a beat.

Then he kissed him... he kissed him as gently as if he were made of porcelain. His soft lips left nothing to the imagination as to how delicate he was. It was seriously like he was kissing an angel. No matter how gentle the kiss was, it set the goosebumps on his skin on fire. His cheeks burned with desire for his secret love. Mika Pauli Häkkinen, ich liebe dich!

Mika's eyes grew wide when he felt Michael's lips on his own. The kiss came as a complete surprise to him, but not a hair on his head thought about recoiling or resisting. Quite the opposite actually... Mika melted against Michael's frame as the German deepened the kiss and stroked his skillfull fingers through his luscious, golden hair.

It was unlike any of the kisses he had ever shared with a girl. Michael's lips were stronger and more demanding. The sensation send a wave of heat through his nerves and filled his fatigued body with a new kind of energy.

Michael's arms wrapped more tightly around his angel. He didn't want to let go. Here, underneath the canopy of the giant tree, without the press lurking around, he could pour all his love into this single kiss.

When they parted, Mika stared at Michael with a glazed look. His cheeks a brilliant shade of red. "Michael..." He swallowed audibly.

"That was... that was..."

A pause.

He wiped his tears away. "So how do we get back to the hospital in time now?"

Michael stared at the Finn fondly and caressed one of his rosy cheeks with his thumb. "What do you mean, mein Hübscher?"

"Well, I was shaking all over from exhaustion when we arrived. Now I am shaking all over for different reasons."

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