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forestdeath1 · 2 months

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Canon Sirius through quotes

Part 3. Harshness and toughness (and how Sirius Black differs from James Potter). It's long. Really long.

Sirius isn't a soft crybaby. His harshness (and even cruelty) goes beyond the silly teenage pranks we usually see in fanfiction. Sirius is often either whitewashed by newer fans or overly demonized by anti-Marauders fans. Sirius has a tough exterior but a heart of gold. He's not childish and had to grow up early, though he can still be quite fun.

‘Do you know, I still have trouble believing it,’ said Madam Rosmerta thoughtfully. ‘Of all the people to go over to the Dark side, Sirius Black was the last I’d have thought ... .’

"Of all the people to go over to the Dark side, Sirius Black was the last I’d have thought" – this shouldn't be taken literally. Rosmerta saw many others regularly, Dumbledore, Lily, Remus, and many others, and out of all of them, Sirius Black was the last who could turn to the Dark side? Seriously? Did Sirius walk around with a halo and angel wings?

One trait that is always emphasized in his appearance is his haughty, bored look.

Rosmerta speaks metaphorically, not literally. She saw Sirius once a month or two when they went out to Hogsmeade to have fun and drink. In those moments, Sirius was lively, funny and noisy (especially lively after running away from home), and perhaps he even flirted with Rosmerta in a childish manner, melting the heart of the adult woman.

Sirius can be funny, although his humor is always edging towards dark:

"Imagine wasting your time and energy persecuting merpeople when there are little toerags like Kreacher on the loose.’

Ron laughed but Hermione looked upset.

‘Sirius!’ she said reproachfully. ‘Honestly, if you made a bit of an effort with Kreacher, I’m sure he’d respond. After all, you are the only member of his family he’s got left, and Professor Dumbledore said –’

‘So, what are Umbridge’s lessons like?’ Sirius interrupted. ‘Is she training you all to kill half-breeds?’

Moreover, he interrupts Hermione, not letting her finish her point. He sharply outlines if he doesn't want to listen.

"the stuffed elf-heads on the hall wall wore Father Christmas hats and beards"

Dark humor.

‘Kreacher is cleaning,’ the elf repeated. ‘Kreacher lives to serve the Noble House of Black –’

‘And it’s getting blacker every day, it’s filthy,’ said Sirius.

Here he responds with a clear "Black" shade. His mother also loved to talk about filth.

‘Sirius – it’s me ... it’s Peter ... your friend ... you wouldn’t ...’ Black kicked out and Pettigrew recoiled. ‘There’s enough filth on my robes without you touching them,’ said Black.

And again. And here’s his mother:

‘Filth! Scum! By-products of dirt and vileness! Half-breeds, mutants, freaks, begone from this place! How dare you befoul the house of my fathers –’

‘Stains of dishonour, filthy half-breeds, blood traitors, children of filth ...’

Sirius desperately wants to be unlike the Blacks, but he is still Sirius Black.

‘I thought it was the perfect plan ... a bluff ... Voldemort would be sure to come after me, would never dream they’d use a weak, talentless thing like you ... it must have been the finest moment of your miserable life, telling Voldemort you could hand him the Potters.’

Sirius's humor isn't the only harsh thing about him. Even though here he has a reason – after Azkaban he met James's traitor – his way of speaking reflects his overall personality. The way one speaks is a mirror of personality, even if Sirius has PTSD, it only exposes even more vividly what he might control in a calm state.

‘Nasty temper he’s got, that Sirius Black.’ (Peeves)

At the same time, yes, he can be cheerful and infect everyone around him with his cheerfulness. If he's in a sombre mood, he creates a quite oppressive atmosphere around him that everyone feels. Just as with a good mood – everyone feels it.

Harry could not remember Sirius ever being in such a good mood; he was actually singing carols, apparently delighted that he was to have company over Christmas.

Sirius tramping past their door towards Buckbeak’s room, singing ‘God Rest Ye, Merry Hippogriffs’ at the top of his voice.

Sirius’s delight at having the house full again, and especially at having Harry back, was infectious. He was no longer their sullen host of the summer; now he seemed determined that everyone should enjoy themselves as much, if not more than they would have done at Hogwarts, and he worked tirelessly in the run-up to Christmas Day, cleaning and decorating with their help.

But the ability to be cheerful is in no way connected to being very harshn at the same time. This is precisely the case with Sirius.

Of all the Marauders, only Sirius is really harsh and can be truly dangerous (the author wrote about him, “The best-looking, most rebellious, most dangerous of the four marauders”). James was also a bully, but he's not harsh, despite the fact that it was he who pulled down Snape's trousers. Why? I think Sirius was already aware of what they were doing. James – not. Without awareness, it's too early to speak of any harshness and cruelty. Sirius had this awareness and still continued to do it.

Let's consider the reactions of Sirius and James in comparison.

‘Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I’d leave, wouldn’t you?’

Sirius did not smile. ‘My whole family have been in Slytherin,’ he said.

‘Blimey,’ said James, ‘and I thought you seemed all right!’

Sirius grinned. ‘Maybe I’ll break the tradition. Where are you heading, if you’ve got the choice?’

A small note: Sirius didn't even react to James's "I'd leave", even though he knew his whole family was from Slytherin, and he was likely to go there too.

James lifted an invisible sword. ‘“Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!” Like my dad.’ Snape made a small, disparaging noise. James turned on him.

‘Got a problem with that?’ ‘No,’ said Snape, though his slight sneer said otherwise. ‘If you’d rather be brawny than brainy –’

It was Snape who starts the confrontation on a personal level. James in his insults in this memory refers to moral qualities. "Who wants to be in Slytherin?" Only bad people. He is prejudiced against Slytherin because Slytherin is evil. Voldemort is gaining momentum. The first Muggle-born Minister was recently ousted. Attacks are happening here and there. Dark forces are growing. More and more of the pure-blood society talks about "Mudbloods" not belonging in this world. And "amazingly", they all turn out to be from Slytherin. James sees himself as a noble knight "James lifted an invisible sword", and he is against Slytherin not so much personally as against the moral component of Slytherin.

‘Where’re you hoping to go, seeing as you’re neither?’ interjected Sirius.

James roared with laughter. Lily sat up, rather flushed, and looked from James to Sirius in dislike.

Sirius immediately strikes at Snape's personality. Sirius is sharp-tongued, self-assured, and likely accustomed to considering others below himself. He probably assessed James as his equal right away. Brave, cheerful, sincere.

'Come on, Severus, let's find another compartment.'

'Oooooo...'

James and Sirius imitated her lofty voice; James tried to trip Snape as he passed.

'See ya, Snivellus!' a voice called, as the compartment door slammed...

James tried to trip Snape. James most often uses physical/magical force. He trips Snape, he pulls down Snape's trousers, he uses most of the spells on Snape in SWM. But it's Sirius who goes after Snape's personality. It looks like James has concocted a "noble justification" for his behavior and attitude and punishes Snape for existing just as he is.

Sirius, on the other hand, hardly uses magical/physical force in memories; he finds painful points in Snape's personality – from character to appearance, intentionally demeaning his personal traits.

Moreover, it was Sirius who focused on Snape's appearance. No one, except him, places such an emphasis on Snape's unattractive appearance and his untidiness.

'Snape's always been fascinated by the Dark Arts, he was famous for it at school. Slimy, oily, greasy-haired kid, he was,'

Very vivid epithets. Sirius is very eloquent when it comes to demeaning someone he dislikes.

Moreover, it's James who's the attention seeker. It's James who plays with the snitch, drawing attention, glancing at the girls by the lake, and ruffling his hair to show everyone how cool, strong, brave, and awesome he is.

After five minutes of this, Harry wondered why James didn’t tell Wormtail to get a grip on himself, but James seemed to be enjoying the attention. Harry noticed that his father had a habit of rumpling up his hair as though to keep it from getting too tidy, and he also kept looking over at the girls by the water’s edge.

While Sirius, likely, isn't much interested in societal validation. Sirius is more reserved, with firmer boundaries, he's not as interested in public adoration as James might be.

Lupin had pulled out a book and was reading. Sirius stared around at the students milling over the grass, looking rather haughty and bored, but very handsomely so.

This is a typical expression for Sirius – bored and haughty. He spent nearly five full years in Gryffindor alongside James, and the bored and haughty expression is still with him. It's not just a random trait in his character – it's one of the pillars of his personality, reflecting his attitude towards random people around him.

‘Put that away, will you,’ said Sirius finally, as James made a fine catch and Wormtail let out a cheer, ‘before Wormtail wets himself with excitement.’

As I've said, Sirius cuts with his words without a knife. They've been studying together for five years, been friends with Peter, and he jokes about Peter like this. I think they all joked about each other in the same way, just James's "jokes" are blunt and probably he just says whatever comes to mind, whereas Sirius's are more subtle and hurtful.

Moreover, when people say this is the only episode we know of bullying by James and Sirius and that it's the worst in their history, that's not correct. This episode is the worst in Snape's life. And not because they pulled down his trousers. But because he lost Lily forever that day. This episode, likely, was quite typical for the Marauders. They were in a good mood, had finished exams, Snape just happened to pass by, there were no obvious reasons for this bullying. Harry sifted through their detention records, and there were many, very many, and how many more when they weren't caught?

Sirius got bored, and there they decided to "have some fun."

‘I’m bored,’ said Sirius. ‘Wish it was full moon.’

‘You might,’ said Lupin darkly from behind his book. ‘We’ve still got Transfiguration, if you’re bored you could test me. Here ...’ and he held out his book.

But Sirius snorted. ‘I don’t need to look at that rubbish, I know it all.’

I won't discuss The Prank here, many have written about it. In general, Sirius doesn't show empathy in everyday interactions even with Remus. Sirius has a heart of gold, but his shell, especially as a teenager – tough, harsh, sharp, and cutting. The grown-up Sirius interacts with close people much more politely, though he still occasionally shows his harshness (for example, with Hermione).

‘This’ll liven you up, Padfoot,’ said James quietly. ‘Look who it is ...’

Sirius’s head turned. He became very still, like a dog that has scented a rabbit.

‘Excellent,’ he said softly. ‘Snivellus.’

I don't want to justify Sirius and James, but for context – Snape is fascinated by the Dark Arts, hangs out with future Death Eaters (= fascist), and they have mutual dislike from the first year. No, the act is immature, but James justifies it in his head exactly like this – Snape is bad for him, so anything goes, and anyway, "so what?" Sirius doesn't need justifications. He's just bored.

Even when James uses all the spells on Snape, he still glances at the lake:

Snape lay panting on the ground. James and Sirius advanced on him, wands raised, James glancing over his shoulder at the girls at the water’s edge as he went. Wormtail was on his feet now, watching hungrily, edging around Lupin to get a clearer view.

Why look at the girls by the lake when you're humiliating someone, if you know you're doing something really bad? James genuinely sees himself as a noble knight, deserving of admiration. Moreover, many do admire him (''Students all around had turned to watch. Some of them had got to their feet and were edging nearer. Some looked apprehensive, others entertained. Several people watching laughed''), and Lupin mentioned several times that James was popular at school.

‘How’d the exam go, Snivelly?’ said James.

‘I was watching him, his nose was touching the parchment,’ said Sirius viciously. ‘There’ll be great grease marks all over it, they won’t be able to read a word.’

Again, Sirius harshly targets Snape's personal traits, including his appearance.

‘You – wait,’ he panted, staring up at James with an expression of purest loathing, ‘you – wait!’

‘Wait for what?’ said Sirius coolly. ‘What’re you going to do, Snivelly, wipe your nose on us?’

And again – Sirius strikes with words.

Snape let out a stream of mixed swear words and hexes, but with his wand ten feet away nothing happened.

‘Wash out your mouth,’ said James coldly. ‘Scourgify!’

And James responds with a spell to what? Snape's insults. He says ‘Wash out your mouth.’ He appeals to the moral side of the issue.

‘I don’t need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!’

‘Apologise to Evans!’ James roared at Snape, his wand pointed threateningly at him. ‘I don’t want you to make him apologise,’ Lily shouted, rounding on James. ‘You’re as bad as he is.’ ‘What?’ yelped James. ‘I’d NEVER call you a – you-know-what!’

This also proves that James is sure he's doing everything right. James is like a volunteer in the allies' army against the fascists, a brave Gryffindor, and his sword is to cast spells on anyone he deems not fitting his moral standards.

‘Messing up your hair because you think it looks cool to look like you’ve just got off your broomstick, showing off with that stupid Snitch, walking down corridors and hexing anyone who annoys you just because you can – I’m surprised your broomstick can get off the ground with that fat head on it. You make me SICK.’

And from the outside, it looked like this.

‘What is it with her?’ said James, trying and failing to look as though this was a throwaway question of no real importance to him.

‘Reading between the lines, I’d say she thinks you’re a bit conceited, mate,’ said Sirius.

And Sirius understands it all too well. Who he is, who James is, and what Lily thinks about it all. Sirius knows about James's crush on Lily and finds it even funny that she rejects him. Likely because Sirius understands that they often cross the line. I don’t think Sirius could have stopped Potter. I don't even think Sirius wanted to stop Potter. He found it all funny. Azkaban, on the other hand, softened Sirius in his interactions with others. It knocked down his pride and arrogance. Showed him that life can be unfair and you don't need to act like a haughty jerk who thinks the world revolves around them.

At school, Sirius was more about psychological bullying, while James was about the physical. Given that James and Sirius were very popular at school and within their house, their bullying was likely directed mostly at Slytherins or at arrogant jerks like themselves who they just "didn't like."

And the adult Sirius understands that they were “arrogant little berks.” And he’s “not proud of it,” but his next words speak for themselves:

“ I think James was everything Snape wanted to be – he was popular, he was good at Quidditch – good at pretty much everything. And Snape was just this little oddball who was up to his eyes in the Dark Arts, and James – whatever else he may have appeared to you, Harry – always hated the Dark Arts.”

Sirius justifies James while simultaneously praising him. Justifications always imply a partial denial of guilt. Someone fully aware of their guilt doesn’t seek to justify or be justified. Of course, Sirius said this for Harry's sake too. To ensure Harry didn’t think his father was just a bully for no reason. His father was actually “on the side of good,” is what Sirius wants to convey. About himself, he remains silent. But he doesn't miss the chance to insult Snape again “little oddball.”

Even Remus, as an adult, sincerely justifies James.

‘She started going out with him in seventh year,’ said Lupin.

‘Once James had deflated his head a bit,’ said Sirius. ‘And stopped hexing people just for the fun of it,’ said Lupin.

‘Even Snape?’ said Harry. ‘Well,’ said Lupin slowly, ‘Snape was a special case. I mean, he never lost an opportunity to curse James so you couldn’t really expect James to take that lying down, could you?’

‘And my mum was OK with that?’

‘She didn’t know too much about it, to tell you the truth,’ said Sirius. ‘I mean, James didn’t take Snape on dates with her and jinx him in front of her, did he?’

Lupin finds a genuine justification for James. The concept of “violence in any form is bad” isn’t fully grasped by them. They follow an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Lupin even was ready to kill Peter, and he insisted that war is not a playground and that killing is sometimes necessary in war. Remus, though gentler and kinder, and preferring not to engage in conflict, genuinely wished Sirius and James hadn't bullied anyone at school, but yet, he still reconciles with all they do and even justifies James.

In Sirius's mind, James may have acted like a fool, but Sirius doesn’t genuinely condemn it. He just thinks they were too arrogant. And Sirius’s behavior after Azkaban (how he became gentler with others) indicates he truly realized – you don't need to belittle everyone you dislike or even like. Yet, Sirius’s harshness, even after Azkaban, didn’t disappear; it was just redirected towards what he genuinely hates.

‘Professor Snape was at school with us. He fought very hard against my appointment to the Defence Against the Dark Arts job. He has been telling Dumbledore all year that I am not to be trusted. He has his reasons ... you see, Sirius here played a trick on him which nearly killed him, a trick which involved me –’

Black made a derisive noise.

‘It served him right,’ he sneered. ‘Sneaking around, trying to find out what we were up to ... hoping he could get us expelled ...’

Remus's reactions are much softer, but Sirius’s reaction, even years later, is harsh and even a bit cruel. ‘It served him right.’ Because it's an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

However, Sirius’s harshness still occasionally breaks through even towards his close ones when he slightly loses control over himself after Azkaban.

‘You’re less like your father than I thought,’ he said finally, a definite coolness in his voice. ‘The risk would’ve been what made it fun for James.’

‘Well, I’d better get going, I can hear Kreacher coming down the stairs,’ said Sirius, but Harry was sure he was lying. ‘I’ll write to tell you a time I can make it back into the fire, then, shall I? If you can stand to risk it?’

Sirius calls themselves “arrogant little berks,” but the peculiarity of Sirius’s arrogance is that it's due to his personal qualities, not external “glamour”.

‘I, a spy for Voldemort? When did I ever sneak around people who were stronger and more powerful than myself? But you, Peter – I’ll never understand why I didn’t see you were the spy from the start. You always liked big friends who’d look after you, didn’t you?’

He despises Peter for groveling, for weakness, for the same reasons he despises Regulus, considering him a soft idiot. Sirius’s arrogance was never built on finances or blood purity, on popularity, on playing Quidditch, not on his name, although the family dynamics undoubtedly influenced his pride. But overall, his arrogance is of a different level – that of a rebellious spirit, a very strong person, not like the Malfoys. Lucius Malfoy is intentionally depicted as the complete opposite of Sirius Black (in character – the most rebellious of their pure-blood circle and the most sycophantic, and in appearance – black and white).

Sirius and Kreacher's story demonstrates that Sirius does not forgive those he hated and can carry hatred through the years. People usually soften over time, but Sirius has an excuse – Azkaban. Nonetheless, the behavioral pattern remains unchanged. Azkaban does not change the essence of people, it makes certain traits more vivid and pronounced. Sirius became calmer towards the people around him who help fight against evil, he toned down his arrogance and pride (even towards Snape, he no longer hurls insults first, it’s Snape who insults Sirius first), but Sirius became even harsher towards those he hates.

‘Sirius was horrible to Kreacher, Harry, and it’s no good looking like that, you know it’s true. I’ve said all along that wizards would pay for how they treat house-elves. Well, Voldemort did ... and so did Sirius.’

Harry had no retort. As he watched Kreacher sobbing on the floor, he remembered what Dumbledore had said to him, mere hours after Sirius’s death: I do not think Sirius ever saw Kreacher as a being with feelings as acute as a human’s ...

And he himself demonstrates this repeatedly:

At which Sirius, ignoring Hermione’s protests, seized Kreacher by the back of his loincloth and threw him bodily from the room.

Dumbledore believes Sirius showed cruelty to Kreacher through his indifference and neglect. That is, Sirius could shut off his empathy towards a being, despite generally being friendly towards house-elves.

‘He (Sirius) regarded him (Kreacher) as a servant unworthy of much interest or notice. Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike… Sirius was not a cruel man, he was kind to house-elves in general. He had no love for Kreacher, because Kreacher was a living reminder of the home Sirius had hated.’

Sirius was not evil. But the neglect emanating from him was very cruel, harsh, and cold. Sirius can shut away all the good within him towards anyone he despised – “And whatever Kreacher’s faults, it must be admitted that Sirius did nothing to make Kreacher’s lot easier –”

‘– comes back from Azkaban ordering Kreacher around, oh, my poor mistress, what would she say if she saw the house now, scum living in it, her treasures thrown out, she swore he was no son of hers and he’s back, they say he’s a murderer too –’

‘Keep muttering and I will be a murderer!’ said Sirius irritably as he slammed the door shut on the elf.

However, Sirius likely never killed anyone, even while serving in the "Order."

Regarding his family and even Regulus, Sirius is also harsh. Even if he, like any child, deep down loved his family, it doesn’t matter because his real words and actions are very harsh and aimed at severing ties. The possible love for them deep down only further highlights his harshness and readiness for confrontation.

“I hated the whole lot of them: my parents, with their pure-blood mania, convinced that to be a Black made you practically royal ... my idiot brother, soft enough to believe them”

Likely, he’s ashamed of them, and his hatred also builds a wall between them and himself.

‘Does it matter if she’s my cousin?’ snapped Sirius. ‘As far as I’m concerned, they’re not my family. She’s certainly not my family. I haven’t seen her since I was your age, unless you count a glimpse of her coming into Azkaban. D’you think I’m proud of having a relative like her?’

And at the same time Dumbledore about James:

‘I knew your father very well, both at Hogwarts and later, Harry,’ he said gently. ‘He would have saved Pettigrew too, I am sure of it.’

I don’t know how true this is (though likely, the author speaks through Dumbledore here), but considering that Harry himself is a character whose main traits include the ability to understand and forgive others, perhaps James had this to some extent too. But Sirius lacks the ability to forgive, and this is deliberately shown in the book – that he suffered precisely because of his excessive harshness.

In conclusion, Sirius's harshness and toughness is not just teenage arrogance; it's directly a trait of his personality, something that cannot be overlooked when talking about the canonical Sirius, not his sugar-coated substitute in fandom. Sirius had to grow up very early, and all this left its mark on him.

Of all the Marauders, only Sirius is really harsh and can be truly dangerous.

But Sirius was not cruel in a moral-ethical sense, or more precisely – ideologically. There's no reason to believe Sirius is constantly drawn to the dark side or that he's amoral. His constant fight against his family suggests instead that he formed high ideals within himself. No, Sirius is not amoral; he has difficulty with empathy (especially in childhood), a tendency towards aggression and cruelty (mostly in childhood, he controls himself quite well as an adult. Well, for Sirius Black quite well), arrogance, but he very well understands what is right and what is wrong.

‘She’s got the measure of Crouch better than you have, Ron. If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.’

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mammonswhore · 5 months

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MC and their tiny dog!

summary: MC gets their little dog from the human world to the House of Lamentation and everyone has mixed reactions about it!

This idea came to me while avoiding uni work so enjoy.

Everyone was so happy you were coming back from the Human Realm, you were gone for almost a month and all the demons were waiting for you coming back. Much to their surprise, you brought back your most loved companion: your dog.

Lucifer:

You call this a dog? Really?

He is speechless and for bad because he never agreed to you having a puppy at home.

When he gets a chance he will pull you away and ask you what do you mean by this. You have various choices but the most efficient one is to remind him that he said you were equals and that meant being able to take decisions on what gets inside the house.

That serves to butter him up and make him daydream of running the House together as more than equals. He will grunt and mumble how he is stilo thw head of the house but the dog can stay as long as you take care of it's needs.

He isn´t friendly with the puppy unless the puppy is friendly first. Maybe the pup sneaks inside his office and sleeps at his feet while he works or even the puppy waits for him at the main entrance and wiggles when he gets home. He isn't going to be specially sweet to him but he will pet the dog and buy him little toys every once in a while.

Now,Lucifer knows how important the dog is for you so he will keep his mean thoughts to himself but to him a creature thar size is not worthy calling a dog.

Won't even think of taking the dog on a walk but he will offer himself to go buy him food or any supplies he needs.

"I don't appreciate your dog, I am doing it because I appreciate you and the effort you make."

He's lying,he appreciates the dog because the dog's love for him it's a sign of trust and respect and if you ever treat the dog like your little child he will 100% puff his chest and say the dog loves him to be with you.

He doesn't want the dog on his bed nor yours but he can sleep on the couchs if you keep their hair brushed and neat.

When he gets accustomed to the pup he will tell you that whenever you need help making them take a bath just call him. Honestly he just wants to have that kind of domestic moments with you.

Overall an 7/10 because he will never not look down on the pup because of their size.

Mammon:

Now see,he likes cats more BUT he is such a good kind soul that all animals like him, including your dog.

It doesn't come as a surprise when your dog follows him around the house and wiggles at him to play.

And just like you, the dog wins over Mammon's heart in no time. They go on walks together and Mammon went as far as to call himself their step-dad.

The dog sleeps with him and has his own bed on his room as well as another set of plates to eat and drink from because the House is enormous for a dog who's as tiny as they are.

Teaches your dog tricks to surprise you. Suddenly Mammon claps and the dog plays dead and you get a heart attack because Mammon forgot to warn you. His bad, he's sorry please don't hate him.

The size of the dog amuses him so much, he gets so giddy when the dog sneaks into small places, hops on top of him or anything that includes taking advantage of his size.

Buys him a new collar and a new tag that has yours and his number in case the little one goes missing.

His smile ia bigger than ever when the dog waits for him at the main entrance, Mammon drops to his knees to pick his kid and snuggle him a little before both of them go to your room to also snuggle you.

Total dog dad 11/10

Leviathan:

Not so friendly with the dog not only because he's jealous but also because the dog looks at him too much for his liking. He's okay with looking at the pup as long as they don't stare at him with 'empty eyes' as he called them.

Wouldn't let them inside his room, he thinks dogs are not naturally clean creatures nor they are careful. He will die if the dog chews at anything he finds valuable or worst, if the dog eats anything that they found on his room and dies.

If the dog is calm and usually chill, Levi will lay down on your bed and the dog will get some petting and cuddles but it has to be in your room.

He strikes me as an allergic person and if he happens to be allergic to the dog Levi will probably get on a medical treatment because a. It's going to be a hassle and b. He loves you and you spend a lot of time with the little one.

He's not very good at showing emotions but he will show his appreciation for the dog in tiny gifts and talking to them about his day. It's a common sight to find them in your bed talking (Well, only Levi does the talking but still) and playing with a toy that keeps the dog jumping around.

5/10 because he will kick the dog out when he gets tired of them.

Satan:

Totally not. "That thing can´t have a place in my home! I can´t have a cat but MC gets to have a damn dog?" He is furious.

He won´t lash out to you nor the dog, Lucifer will pay for the broken plates. Both of them yell at each other through dinner until Lucifer dismisses them and the only sound that can be heard for at least an hour or so is Satan telling Lucifer he is "an ungrateful fucker who has preference" and Lucifer would dismiss him and ignore his points. This will blow into a heated argument, they will most likely throw hands but hey Satan´s got a cat now.

After Lucifer agreed that Satan could have a cat (he was tired to argue), Satan seemed more than happy and Mr. Whiskers seemed to be chill around your dog so there were no biggie.

Each animal stays on it´s own room until they get used to the other, then they will slowly start to come around and be friendly.

Now, if they are friendly from the beginning then Satan will look at your dog more fondly but if they don´t Satan will most likely dislike your dog and say your puppy lacks manners and that you should put more effort into raising him.

"Oh but look at it! It doesn´t have the calm and charm of a cat I find it´s fluffiness annoying and pompous, I can´t think of why you would share something as sacred as your bed with that."

He really is annoying about your dog so you need to set boundaries clear and tell him to shut the fuck up.

1/10 This one doesn´t need a clearer explanation.

Asmodeus:

Total cutie! Asmo loves your dog!

He is another dog dad, he loves how your puppy is so affectionate and playful with him. He loves taking pictures of your pup and posting them, there´s thousands of videos of them playing tag, with sticks, even there´s a few pics of Asmo showering your little one.

He is the perfect person to go to the vet with, he talks to the dog all the way through and helps the little one relax when they are about to see the vet.

He keeps a stash of stuff for your puppy like clothes, dog food, treats and more. Asmodeus is so enamored with your pup, he thinks your puppy is so small and cheerful and he thinks they resemble you.

"MC your dog is just like you it´s true, the dogs resembles their owners!"

Asmodeus is the sweetest alive when it comes to cute animals, he doesn't like the fur the tiny one leaves around but he bought a brush for his clothes.

He loves how you two are really close, Asmo enjoys seeing the pup follow you around and be your companion. He is a little worried sometimes because everyone and everything in the house is big and the dog is really smal.

He really likes putting the dog on his bed and playing with it, rubbing it's belly and speaking to them the same way one speaks to babies.

100% the first one to throw a fit if somebody says the dog is ugly, don't call his baby ugly!

Super dog dad, 10/10 he exceeded on his duties.

Beelzebub

He likes it,he doesn't love it bu he loves the look on your face when the dog is around, how you enjoy it's company so if it makes you happy then everything is fine.

He is usually fond of dogs and he is fond of your dog but it's really tiny and it makes him uncomfortable.

Before you,Beel wasn't used to hang around things or people significantly smaller than him and even you are smaller than him due to his demonic traits but still. He doesn't want to hurt the puppy,he knows it will kill your heart if something happened to the dog that you see as your kid. He us used to you and the little trinkets you give him as well as the little things in your every day life that he came to notice but the dog moves,it has life and a mind and it kind of scares him.

He reads a lot about tiny dogs so he can know how to help you, he wants to be involved but with his hands and strength away from the puppy as to not hurt them.

"Is his heart okay? I closed the door too loud and I read that it could scare them so much their hearts stopped."

Eventually Beel will come around and hang around with the dog,petting them and playing with so much gentleness.

If the dog likes the soft game is cool but if the dog likes playing rough he is more than okay. Soon enough Beel is bitten in places like his toes, fingers, hands, arms and whenever the dog can reach. Truly it's tiny teeth do no harm to Beel other than tickle him.

He likes brushing the dog, washing its clothes and teeth, sharing small pieces of his food with them. Watching them interact it's extremely adorable.

I'll put him on a 9/10 because he barked back at the dog once.

Belphegor

Nope. 100% dislikes the dog, it's always following you and growling at him and it makes his skin itch.

More than once he made jokes about pushing the dog when it's going downstairs to watch him fall, he earned a punch in the stomach (deserved).

Satan once said that the pup dislikes Belphie so much because they are similar to MC and they probably sensed his vibes. Belphie is hurt and bothered but he tries to be less of a little shit to the dog ever since.

It takes some time, a few growls from both sides and some biting but they get there. Belphie once shared a piece of meat with the pup and they have been less wary of him ever since, the pup once barked to Lucifer and Belphie softened a little at the sight.

Belphie doesn't like to be bothered while sleeping but he does like the extra watm the dog provides when they lay at his feet. Progressively the dog likes him more and more to the point of sleeping by his side at the height of his shoulder even going as far as to lay on top of him.

Dislikes the licking, like he finds it disgusting most of the time specially when the dog licked his face he made the worst gagging noise.

He likes to feed the dog because it reminds him of Beel, the dog is excited when he eats food and so is Beel.

Again overall 7/10 because he's not good nor bad he just exists alongside the dog.

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yunnuys · 1 month

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Suguru Geto

Brothers best friend!

Minors dni! 2.3k ish words

There's something about Suguru that you can't ever keep your eyes off of him. He's the most attractive guy you’ve ever seen in your whole fucking life, from his shoulder length hair that's always tied up to the way his sweatpants hang off his hips. You crave him so bad; you would do anything for his attention. It's almost pathetic really. So, you would always hide your feelings by avoiding him every time he came around. It's a shame that he's your brother's best friend so technically you've been telling yourself that he's off limits, but honestly you haven't been one to follow the rules.

The thing is that every time your brother brings Suguru around he always has some girl hanging off his arm, and it's always a different girl each time. God how you wish you were the one kissing up on him, why can't that be you? This night isn't much different though except that this time when your brother brough Suguru home for their weekly hangout, there wasn't any girl with him. The moment you hear laughter followed by the front door closing, you immediately go to your room and close the door, not wanting to be bothered by either of them. Suguru immediately notices your swift departure, smirking to himself before continuing the conversation with your brother. When you sit on your bed the thoughts come swirling inside your head instantly. Of course, he comes into your house wearing that tight ass t-shirt and those fucking grey sweats, the kind that outlines his dick in ways that leaves little to the imagination. In fact, you get so into it that you don't even notice the way your hands start to slip into the front of your shorts, fingers grazing the cold, wet patch that already started to form just from the thought of him. ‘Fucking Suguru…’ you furrow your brows as a finger finds your clit, sending a slight shiver through your body. It would be so much better if it were his hands touching you, bet they could reach places that yours could not.. Bet they could make you cum faster too, I mean imagine the way he could thrust his fingers inside of you while another circles your clit, imagine- “Oh fuck-” you whisper moan as you throw your head back, catching yourself off guard as you feel yourself cum. Just from some measly thoughts about Suguru. So, you lay there for a couple of minutes before getting up with a groan and heading to the bathroom across the hall to get yourself situated and cleaned up, everything you just did was definitely hitting hard.

The hallway is dark as you exit your room quietly, no sign of your brother or Suguru besides some movie playing in the living room. The moment you leave the bathroom you decided to head into the kitchen to grab a snack and water, which was definitely a mistake because there was Suguru in all his fucking glory. Instead of acknowledging him you go straight for the fridge, grabbing the necessities. “Oh, so now you're ignoring me? I'm so hurt you know.. especially since your eyes are always on me.” You can hear that shit eating grin on his face before you even turn around. “My house I can do what I want, where’s my brother?” You ask as you shut the fridge, turning around to face Suguru. He looks so good your eyes can’t help but look him up and down, swallowing thickly as you pull yourself together. “He fell asleep halfway through the movie as always.” His gaze lands on the shorts you were wearing before looking back up at you. “You know I never knew how thin the walls of your house were.” He walks towards you and leans on the kitchen table.

“Huh?”

“You heard me, and I certainly heard you earlier too”. If only you could wipe that smirk off his face.

“Dunno what you're talking about, you snooping around or something? Probably just heard my tv show or something.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Anyway, whenever my brother wakes up, tell him that it's his turn to buy dinner tonight.” Suguru hums in acknowledgement as you hurry back to your room, settling at your desk hoping that doing some work could take your mind off of him. ‘Did he just check me out? No no quit being ridiculous, God but he looked so good’ The sound of knocking on your door annoyingly snaps you out of your thoughts once again, with a sigh you get up from your desk chair and swing the door open. “What the fuck do you want? - Oh.” “Damn, just wanted to tell you that your brother left to go pick up the takeout.” Suguru grins at you from the doorway, “So it's just us two here now.” He pushes by you and enters your room, causing you to raise your eyebrows at him. “And what exactly does that have to do with me? Why are you sitting on my bed, get off.” You try to ignore the way he manspreads as he looks at you and shrugs. “You looked like you needed company or something, always locking yourself in here every time I came around.” “Yeah, right Suguru you're not fooling anyone, why didn't you just bring one of those girls like you always do? Also why didn't you just go with my brother to pick up the food, I don't need your company.” He snorts lightly and gets up from where he was sitting, walking over to where you were standing by your desk. “Mentioning those other girls? You jealous or something?” He raises an eyebrow causing you to roll your eyes. “For your information I'm not fucking any of them.” That almost causes you to physically choke and look at him with a confused expression that would have fooled anyone, but not him.

“What? Why did you feel the need to tell me that like I care?” You finally spit out as you ignore the way he's standing so close to you. “Oh, so you're saying that I'm imagining the way you basically undress me with your eyes? The way you look at those girls like you want to rip their heads off. Like I said you're not fooling anyone, but I think it's cute honestly how you seem to shy away.” The way your legs clench together at his words is something else, and he notices it too. “What are you trying to say, Suguru?”. “I’m saying...” He leans closer to you, his breath warm on your ear. “If you want something from me, I'll be more than happy to provide it to you, might come to find out that I want the same."

He grins as he wraps a hand around your waist, pulling your body against his. So close that you could feel the tent growing his sweats, making your own panties damp at the feeling. "My brother will be back soon though." Suguru just laughs that, "yeah which is exactly why I sent him to the Chinese restaurant across town instead of the one down the street. I'd say give me... ten to fifteen minutes yeah? don't even have to be quiet, I know that's something you're good at. But only if you tell me, you want it." You look at him as you chew the inside of your cheeks as you weigh the options. On one hand this is something that you've been literally dreaming about for months, on the other hand you can't help but wonder what would happen if your brother came home and- you know what? fuck it. “Yeah, alright fine I want you, so bad.” That’s all you needed to say before Suguru lips crashed against yours in heated fervor, moaning at the taste of your lips on his. “Shit you’re sweeter than I thought, take this off for me.” He tugs at your shirt as you pull away to life your shirt off, revealing your braless state. “Fuck.” Is the only word he says before crashing his lips against yours again, both of you moving backwards until he falls onto the bed, you coming to straddle his lap. He wastes no time feeling the inside of your mouth with his tongue, groaning at the feeling of both of your tongues gliding against each other. One of his hands coming up to squeeze your left breast while his lips leave yours, immediately latching onto your right breast. "S-Suguru..." you whine as your hips involuntarily move against his from the stimulation. He removes his mouth from your nipple with a pop. "I know, I know be patient yeah? I'll give you what you need. I can feel how wet you are already." He coos at you, nipping at your neck playfully. "Soaking through my sweats already, other guys make you wet this easily?" You shake your head as you feel heat rise to your cheeks. "No... just you. Promise." “You’re so fucking cute, all for me? Getting me all excited. Gonna make you feel good I promise.”

Suguru wraps your legs around his waist as he stands and lifts you up effortlessly, sitting you on the edge of the bed as he kneels. “Wanted a real taste of you for a while… may I?” He looks up at you through the pieces of hair that had fallen against his forehead, he looks as if he’s meant to be between your legs. “Yeah… please.” You nod as you lift your hips slightly off the bed allowing him to slip your panties off, he groans loudly at the strings of slick coming off with them. “So pretty... I’ve been missing out.” He whispered, mostly to himself as he kisses the inside of your thighs, slightly trailing up with his breath ghosting the spot the needed him the most. You can feel your hole clench every time his mouth gets closer, but not yet touching. “Suguru quit playing around we don’t have much time you know that.” He looks up at you with chuckles “right.” He immediately goes down and leaves kisses on your already puffy pussy lips, groaning at how wet you already were. His mouth attaching to your clit as he suckled, causing you to moan and reach down, grabbing a chunk of hair pulling him closer. “So eager.” He uses one of his hands to spread your pussy lips, fingertip prodding at your entrance as he smears your juices, his tongue now replacing his fingers as he laps at your cunt. The room now filled with ‘fuck fuck fuck so good, right there.’ Mixed with his moans as continued to tongue fuck you, one hand now reaching up to circle your clit, he was making you weak in the knees just from his mouth and hands. “Suguru... ‘m gonna cum.. please-" Your pleas are cut off as he removes his mouth from your dripping cunt, licking your juices off his lips. “Not yet, wanna feel you cum on my cock, is that okay?” You nod and he immediately stands up and unbuckles his belt, you help him out his pants and underwear, his already hard cock springing out and hitting his stomach. When your hands reach to grab his cock, he gently grasps your wrists to stop you. “Don’t worry about me, this is about you not me.” He leans in and smashes his lips against yours, rubbing his cock through your folds, covering it in your slick. It's so messy already that it's making your head spin, and it hasn't even penetrated you yet. The moment he finally slides into you, the both of you moan in unison at the feeling of your walls stretching to accommodate his size. "Sh-shit.. you're so wet, oh my god you feel so good wrapped around me.” One thing about Suguru is that he isn't afraid to let you know how good it feels during sex. He slowly starts to thrust his hips, wrapping his arms under your legs to pull you closer against him.

The room is filled with sounds of skin slapping together and moans. He has you gripping the bed sheets wondering why you hadn’t made a move earlier. He hits that sweet gummy spot repeatedly that makes you see stars. “Yeah fu-ckk right there Sugu’,, fuckkkk think I’m gonna cum already.” He groans and throw his head back as his pace starts to get sloppy. The sound of your pussy squelching around him has him in love. “Shit okay okay,, I’m so close oh my god. Where do you want me to cum?” He asks as he leans down and presses a kiss into your neck, hips still moving. “Inside.” You whimper softly and that’s all you needed to say as his hip still, you can feel yourself clench around him one more time as his warm seed paints your walls “Holy fucking shit baby you’re so…” Suguru puts his entire body weight on top of you as you both catch your breath. The sound of the front door unlocking alerts you both as you both immediately sit up. “Oh shit he’s back, put your clothes back on Suguru.” You whisper yell at him as you put your shirt back on but you immediately raise an eyebrow as you see him pulling your panties back on for you.

“What are you doing?”

“Well I don’t want to waste my cum, plus I wanna see the look on your face while you eat dinner stuffed full of my cum.” He smirks as he places one last kiss on your lips before pulling his pants back on.

The urge to roll your eyes is really strong but you comply. “Okay now hurry and get out you asshole!”

He looks back before exiting your room. “Same time next week?”

“Out!” You hurl a pillow at him from across the room, causing him to chuckle as he exits your room.

So yeah, let’s just say dinner was kind of awkward having to eat while you could feel the cum of your brother's best friend leaking out of you.

A/n: kinda nervous for my first longish fic!! Not rlly satisfied with it might tweak it another day but (^_-) fuck it we ball; feedback is appreciated but if not ty for reading anyways!

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peachypinkygloss · 1 year

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hi i love ur subby jk works so much :3 do you think you could write a roommates au with sub jk? i would love if he is needy and trying to hide how much oc effects him. maybe he could secretly touch himself when they are watching a movie and trying not to make noise. whatever you want to write with subby kook would be amazing honestly. sorry if this is too much :(

Of course, I can! This is a great idea, a filthy one I would even say 👀 Nothing's too much when it comes to our dearly baby boy 🫶🏻 Thank you so much for reading my stories lovely!! 💜 xox

Movie Night

You procure Jungkook a lot of pleasure without even knowing it. He tries to be subtle about it, hold in his desires, but one night he just can't help it.

pairing: sub!jungkook x dom/fem!reader

genre: roommates au, smut

word count: 1.5k

warnings: reader acts disgusted but don't worry she's very blessed by jk's cock, jk's a pervert sorry not sorry, humiliation, masturbation (m), exhibitionism.

a.n.: it's really a focus on jk, but i love subby jk playing with himself too much. it's so short, but i have to shorten the requests if i want them done - it's still good anyway 🙄

At the beginning, Jungkook was living alone. The other room in his apartment was for rent, but nobody seemed to want to live there. He wasn't expecting to have a roommate anytime soon, until you.

He didn't think so much about who would be his roommate, whether it'd be a guy or a girl. He's shy around women his age, but that isn't an obstacle at being friends with them, except for you. He sometimes wonders if he's wrong for having the fattest crush on you, his girl roommate. Kinda cliché, but can he really control his feelings when everything you do is affecting him?

It's not like you were walking around in nothing but your panties and a t-shirt. Not like you were moaning at one in the morning, touching yourself, acting like Jungkook couldn't hear a thing. He could very much, and his cock too. You know that he knows, he's sure of it.

How you send him a glare the next day when you quit your room to go to the kitchen, how you don't bother to hide your sex toy in a drawer, leaving it on your bed with your door wide open. You're smart, there's no way this isn't intentional.

Though, Jungkook is way more secretive than you when it comes to masturbation. Maybe because you probably don't think of him when you do as he imagines you when he does. Or because he would be so ashamed if you happened to hear a suspect sound coming from his room, resembling too much of a moan.

Everything he does, he keeps a secret. He tries to, at least. One time, he stole one of your panties. It wasn't really smart of him because you would eventually find out that one of your underwear is missing, and it's exactly what happened. You asked him if he saw them, he said no, then you described them to him - black lace panties with red roses on them.

They were literally under his pillow right now, for him to stroke his cock with. His face turned red, and he swore you understood why. Nonetheless, you went on with your day, telling him you would see them again. And you did because Jungkook did a quick laundry, cleaned them and placed them neatly in your underwear's drawer.

Since the panties incident, he told himself he would stop - or at least be more careful. He did not.

He was craving intimacy so bad one night. His boner was so painful, his cock had never been this hard before. He wanted you, he needed you, but he couldn't have you. What would he have said anyway? 'Please, jerk me off'? Or 'I beg you to fuck me, I can't stop thinking about you'?

Imaginary scenes weren't enough anymore, so he proceeded to open Instagram and search for your profile. He knows you are the kind to post bikini pics. He chose his favourite where you were laying down beside the edge of a pool, all wet from the water in a hot pink bathing suit. Your boobs were barely covered by small triangles, your bikini bottom held by little bows on each side of your hips.

He jerked himself to you, his hand going up and down so fast on his dick, the skin of his palm slapping against his pelvis. In the heat of the moment, he accidentally liked your Instagram post. What a shame.

He unliked it, but you received the notification anyway. You probably thought he was a pervert, your roommate ogling at your bikini pics like you were a piece of meat. This isn't far from the truth, but Jungkook isn't like that.

You said nothing about it and didn't change your attitude toward him. Maybe you never knew or you just didn't address it. Either way, he's thankful because he wouldn't have handled the awkwardness of the situation.

Now, he isn't really focusing on the movie that you are watching together. On the other hand, you seem to be deep into it, eyes stuck to the TV screen.

Remember when he said he would be more careful? Well, it looks like he totally lied. The thing is that you have a grip on him, somehow. Jungkook isn't the most experimented in sex, but still, he isn't a deprived virgin. Normally, he isn't, because the bulge in his sweatpants totally betrays him right now.

Your flimsy tank-top - the straps doing a bad job at staying on your shoulders - is distracting him from whatever's going on in the movie. Your sleep shorts are showing off your meaty thighs, your skin looks so soft and Jungkook wants to bite into it. Just a little taste so he can sleep with his mind free of any thoughts tonight.

He knows he shouldn't, but his cock is so painful right now. It's engorged with blood and there's only one solution to his problem... So he slowly sneaks a hand in his sweatpants, going under the band of his underwear. He'll just palm it, nothing else, he swears. He just needs some friction against his dick, there's nothing wrong with that.

His fingers wrap around his hardness, stroking it gently, feeling the beads of pre-cum falling from his tip. It stains his briefs, a small wet spot appearing on the material. He doesn't care, too obsessed with the way your tongue comes to lick your lips and how your tits stand out with your arms crossed over your chest.

His face heats up and his cheeks become all red, his breath accelerating as well. His palm grips his cock tightly, squeezing it softly as if it was your pussy contracting around him. He exhales shakily, biting down on his small pink lip to refrain himself from moaning out.

It would be incredible to have you sit on him, see his dick disappear into your tight cunt, filling you up real good the way you deserve it. "Shit..." He curses under his breath and you luckily don't hear him, the sound of the TV too loud to catch his quiet whines.

His hand shifts up and down in his boxers, and if you would just turn your head around toward him, you would discover the little secret he's trying to hide from you. He's not very subtle, even though he thinks he is.

His cock is throbbing at all the dirty thoughts he has about you, it's really hard for him to not get rid of his pants right now and fucks his fist in front of you. He likes to believe you would watch him masturbate, dripping wet from the sight of him jerking off. Maybe you would even help him, it would be ten times better.

He smears his pre-cum all over his mushroom head and his hand slides so smoothly on his cock. You make him so needy it's practically impossible to believe you have this effect on him, but seeing him pumping his penis beside you in secret totally proves it.

He twists his wrist as he focuses on stroking his tip that is out of his underwear, the other half of his cock trapped in his sweatpants. He hisses slightly from the sensitivity of it, all red and sticky from his arousal. He feels the knot in his tummy tightening and he scrunches his eyes shut, his mouth hanging open.

His abs flex under his black t-shirt and he thinks it's the moment where he'll cum all over himself right beside you, oblivious to him playing with his cock until orgasm. Is it really, though?

He fucks his fist faster, lifting his hips up to meet his hand in a hard thrust. He could cum right now, he feels it, he's so close, but before he can, he stops all of his movements.

"Jungkook."

His eyes open in shock, meeting yours, being caught red-handed. He regrets it now, he fucked up, he fucked it all.

He can't control himself, though. Not anymore, not like that, not with your eyes on his cock. Damn it.

His erection twitches in his hand and then his hips jut forward involuntary, fucking the air like it's your pussy. He wishes he could go back in time and listens to himself about being careful, but for some reason his dick likes it and he can't do anything about it other than raise his hips up again.

"Fu-uck! N-No..." He cries as your gaze stays on him, watching him come undone before you. "A-ah..." His voice breaks into a whiny moan and his eyebrows furrow, his body reacting to the pleasure despite his little cries of complaints.

Without even touching his dick, he cums on his stomach as he fucks the air one more time. Long strands of white cum land on his t-shirt, stained forever with his shame. His thighs shake, his muscles contracting from the intensity of his orgasm.

He shoots the last bits of cum on himself, making a mess everywhere. He looks at you totally freaked out and he wants to cry when he notices the frown on your face.

"You're so dirty, Jungkook." You shake your head in disappointment and roll your eyes, standing up from the couch and leaving the living room.

Jungkook is left there alone, covered in his cum and sweat. Poor baby boy, he should've been more careful.

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golden-cherry · 9 months

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deal - cl16 (9/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.

Chapter Summary: Finding an outfit is harder that it seams. Especially when your roommate can't really help you, because he's at his other apartment.

Warnings: fluff, angst (whoops), mentions of cheating (not Charles), mentions of smut (oral, fingering, p in v), angry Charles, text messages

Word Count: 3.6k

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A/N: here it is friends. did my absolute best and honestly, I'm sweating so hard. I chose the name for Charles ex bc it’s the name of the girl my best friend absolutely despises. and this is not a Charlotte hate acc. hope you like it still. feedback is appreciated!

The weather app on your phone is of relatively little help.

Charles had said that you were going out to dinner around eight o'clock in the evening, and according to the app, it should still be fifteen degrees then, even though it's December. While he had said that "it doesn't matter what you wear," but if you were going to be spending more time with him soon, and by extension his friends, you would want to make a good first impression.

Not that your first impression on Charles was particularly good.

Since you promised Charles that he could sleep in his bed tonight, you try to keep the mess of clothes to a minimum. Instead of pulling each piece of clothing out of the closet and then tossing it into the nearest corner because it doesn't match what you had in mind, you put things neatly folded back in their place.

After your roommate left the apartment, you started cleaning up your room so it wouldn't be too embarrassing if Charles stayed there tonight. After all, he doesn't need to see your underwear or the little stuffed animal turtle that sleeps in bed with you. Generally things that maybe old friends know about you, but definitely not the roommate you've been living with for two days.

The roommate who is no help to you when it comes to choosing clothes for tonight. Since he hasn't told you which restaurant it is, you don't know exactly what the dress code looks like, which is why you're now standing in front of the closet at a loss.

In Monaco, when it comes to restaurant choice, anything is possible. You could dine at Le Louis XV, the most expensive restaurant in Monte-Carlo, or Jack Monaco, which is significantly cheaper, but you have a direct view of the harbor with the oversized and expensive yachts.

Secretly, you hope it won't be too expensive tonight. Joris would pay you back the rent soon, but you're still unemployed and unfortunately can't live quite as carefree Charles, who apparently has enough money at his disposal to have not one, but two apartments in Monaco.

A fact that you would never blame him for.

When you can't find anything that would theoretically go with any restaurant visit, you drop onto the bed, annoyed. It can't be that hard to find something, right? You fish your cell phone out of the pocket of your sweater and start typing.

Briefly, you consider actually sending the message, but alas, you're so desperate that you feel you have no choice. You hit send and are about to throw the phone across the room as if you've just confessed to your school crush that you like him.

But Charles isn't your school crush. He's your roommate and first and foremost your friend, which is why you just drop the phone on the bed next to you.

You sit up and narrow your eyes as you go through the clothes in the open closet. Somewhere in there is a pair of dark gray, straight-cut jeans that match the white blouse you carefully hung back on the hanger a few minutes ago.

And sure enough. After a few minutes of rummaging around in the clothes, you find the jeans and as you hold them up next to the blouse, you're relatively pleased with the choice. There should also be shoes floating around somewhere that should go with them. But at least this is a good start.

Satisfied, you clean up the rest of the room. Since Charles has not invited you to dinner, but also to a club, you will certainly be home late, so you decide to make up Charles' bed. Your bedding disappears into the hall closet after you take Charles' things out. As you bring them into the bedroom and spread them out on the bed, you find yourself briefly considering pressing your face into the pillow. For sure, Charles smells attached to it.

But before you can do that, your cell phone vibrates. It's a message from Charles.

Your heart skips a beat. Do friends give each other compliments like that? You glance from your phone to Charles' pillow, then to your outfit for tonight. You bite the inside of your cheek and start typing.

You plug your phone into the charging cord as you head toward the bathroom to shower and get ready for the evening, so you don't see the two messages Charles sends you.

The Ferrari feels different somehow. After Charles sat in your old Renault yesterday, the expensive Ferrari feels strange under him. Not wrong, but different. Like something is missing.

He feels the stares on him as he steers the car through the streets of Monaco. The gray Ferrari attracts attention, with its red and white stripes and the number 16 on the side. But not just because the 488 Pista Spider is a beautiful car.

But because people know who owns the car.

The fact that you don't know that Charles is the Charles Leclerc is refreshing for him, but the guilty conscience gnaws at him. He should tell you that he drives in Formula 1, because after all, you would be dragged into the limelight by him, should people find out that you are friends and, above all, that you live together. Before that happens, he should at least give you the opportunity to get out of it.

But Charles is too selfish for that.

Even though you've only known each other for a short time, Charles enjoys your company too much to mess it up. You're so normal, so kind, without asking for anything in return like most want him to do. You're just you. And by God, he's never felt better than in his short time with you.

He expertly steers the Ferrari into a parking garage entrance, where he has to type a pin into the designated keypad next to him before the barrier. The barrier opens so that he can drive a few meters further, where a metal gate awaits him, where he also has to enter a pin - a different one. Only then does he reach the parking lot that rightfully belongs to him.

It has been some time since he has been here. After driving the last race of the season in Abu Dhabi about three weeks ago and becoming vice world champion, he had stayed on site for a short time to soak up some sun and recover from the stress before flying back to Maranello with his team for a final briefing and to discuss the upcoming season. But even that only lasted a few days. He could have been back in Monaco by now.

But he didn't want to.

He knew exactly what was waiting for him here. A conversation he wanted to delay as long as possible. He didn't stay away from Monaco for so long for no reason, and he wondered if he hadn't returned too soon. But he can't, first, avoid this conversation, and second, stay away from his home. He loves it here too much for that. Just like other things he'd rather not think about right now.

In the elevator, he puts his key in the designated hole and then presses the button with the number of the floor where his apartment is located. Just a few weeks ago, he thought that if he entered this building again, his heart would be beating wildly in his chest or his palms would be sweaty, but he is not even nervous.

He knows what's waiting for him behind the elevator door. And he's ready to wrap things up.

Charles enters the apartment as he has thousands of times before. And just like hundreds of times before, he hears the sound of footsteps on the floor moving quickly in his direction. But never before has he felt this indifference to those footsteps.

"Charles?" A woman comes out of the room where the living room is located and rushes toward him with her arms outstretched. When she reaches him, she wraps her arms around his torso to hold him close, but Charles puts his hands on her shoulders and gently but firmly pushes her away. "Charles, I'm so sorry. What I did is inexcusable and I will-"

"'You won't do anything,'" he interrupts her, wishing he could jump in the shower to wash her touch off him. "I'm just here to get some things. And to ask you to stop calling." He walks past her down the hall and into the room where his clothes are.

"And I told you I would do everything I could to make this right between us," the woman says as she follows him. She places herself in the doorway with her arms crossed as he packs some of his clothes into a large gym bag. "I'm not ready to give up on us yet, Charles. I love you."

Charles can't stop the laughter that escapes him. After stuffing several pairs of socks into his side pocket, he turns to her and puts a hand on his hip. "You gave us up when you fucked that guy, Annika. And dare you to talk about love. You don't even know what that is."

As his phone vibrates in his pocket, he fishes it out. A message from Y/N. He doesn't even notice that a small smile creeps onto his face at that.

But she does. "Who's that? Do you have a new one already?"

Charles quickly types a reply and presses send before turning back to his clothes. "No," he says coldly. "And even if it were, it wouldn't be any of your business."

"Of course it's my business!" Annika almost screeches as she takes a few steps toward him. "I'm your girlfriend, after all!"

"You," Charles zips up the bag and stands in front of her, "are the absolute last person I want anything to do with." He pushes past her into the hallway, where he drops the bag on the floor to go into the bedroom, where some odds and ends are waiting for him to take as well.

Annika follows him like a dog follows its master. "And why do you let me stay here then?"

"Because I'm nice."

"You're not that nice. We both know that."

Charles looks at the picture frames sitting on the windowsill. Among them is a picture of him and his father when Charles was little and went karting. It's a fond memory that he certainly doesn't want to leave here with her. "I've changed."

In disbelief, Annika laughs. "Never. In the two years we were together, I asked you so many times for things that should have been natural for a relationship, but what came from you? Nothing." Now it's her turn to put her hands on her hips. "You're so focused on your job that you don't notice what's going on around you! If you had paid more attention to me, then-"

"Then what? Then you wouldn't have slept with that idiot? Then we would have been happy forever? Peace and happiness?" Charles takes some pictures out of the frames and carefully lays them on top of each other so they don't scratch. He would leave the frames here, after all, they were gifts from Annika. And he definitely doesn't want to keep them. "Grow up, Annika. You knew what you were getting into from the start."

"But not that I have to share you with the whole world." Slowly, she walks toward him and as she stands in front of him, she places her perfectly manicured hands against his chest. "You're all I've ever wanted, Charles. But you were never there. And even when you were there, your mind was always at work or somewhere else, but never with me."

She's not exactly wrong about that. The season had cost him quite a few nerves and he definitely hadn't been a good boyfriend, and maybe none of this would have happened if he had paid more attention to her. But that's definitely not a justification for what she did. Charles knows his worth. And that's exactly why he clasps Annika's wrists with his thumbs and forefingers to take her hands off him.

"For not being a good boyfriend, I am truly sorry." He drops her hands. "But that's no reason to cheat. You and I are done." Charles leaves the bedroom and grabs his bag in the hallway before heading for the elevator door.

"You're leaving? Just like that? Throwing away two years like they never happened?"

Again, his phone vibrates in his pocket. Another message from Y/N, making his heart skip a beat. He grins to himself and types a response that, under different circumstances, he might have thought twice about. But the quicker he replies, the quicker he's out of this place and back to you.

"I'm not throwing it away, you already did." Charles puts his phone back in his pocket and presses the button to make the elevator come. "I'm letting you stay here because I know how bad I've been to you and that this year hasn't been so easy for you either. But if I need this place one day, for whatever reason, you're out of here. And I don't care where you end up. Find someplace to live. Move back in with your parents. But this," he points to the space between you, "is over. Forever."

Annika runs a hand through her hair, then crosses her arms in front of her chest. "Then I hope for your sake that you treat them better than you treat me."

The elevator door opens, but Charles doesn't move a bit. Instead, he looks at his ex-girlfriend, who stands before him with raised eyebrows. "Who do you mean?"

"Do you think I'm that stupid? Or blind?" She points her finger at his pants pocket. "The person you just answered immediately."

"And what's so special about that?" he asks, confused.

Annika takes a step toward him. "You always make everyone wait for you. You make your fans wait for good results, your friends wait for calls. You even make your mother wait for you, because I'm pretty sure she doesn't know you're home yet." Annika stops in front of him. "But whoever that is - that person has all your attention. She doesn't have to wait for you. Let me give you a hint along the way, Charlie."

"Don't call me that. And I don't need your help."

"And even if you did." Annika stretches her arm out, past him, so the elevator door doesn't close. "The fact that she doesn't have to wait for you is good. Don't make her wait for you, too. It's not fair to her. And not to you, either."

As he sits back in the Ferrari - the sports bag and pictures safely stowed in the trunk - he doesn't know what to do with himself.

Charles made it clear to Annika that their relationship was over, and it had been overdue for at least a month. But what she said at the end stuck.

He actually keeps everyone waiting, which is why he keeps blaming himself. He could have told his mother he was back in Monaco a long time ago, but somehow he didn't. He could have told you that he's not just Charles, but he didn't, and so he keeps you waiting for the truth that you know nothing about.

Would you even want to be friends with him anymore if you knew who he was? Or would you want to be friends with him all the more?

Never, he thinks to himself. That's not who you are. And he can say that even though you've only known each other for a short time.

And even though you've only known each other for two days, you're all he can think about. He thinks about how you sat together on the grass and talked about his father. He thinks about how you cried at Cars. He thinks about how you flirted with him even though, in your opinion, it wasn't flirting (it was to him, of course; he wanted to know how to win you over for a reason). He thinks about how you told him about your ex-boyfriend and how he would love to beat him up. He thinks of you standing next to each other in the kitchen washing the dishes.

He thinks of you standing in front of him dressed only in a towel. With bare shoulders and bare legs and that - if he would get the opportunity again - he would not hesitate to pull you into the bedroom and fuck you with his tongue, his fingers or his cock in such a way that he would ruin all other men for you.

Charles closes his eyes briefly to get the image of you on his mind, and then drives off. He would love to drive to the lookout and talk to his father about the situation, but somehow it doesn't feel right without you there.

But he can't talk to you about it either, because it involves you, and although it would certainly be best, he doesn't have the heart to tell you the truth. Not because he doesn't trust you, but because he's afraid of losing you.

He slaps his hand against his forehead. "Get a grip, damn it," he says to himself. The two of you haven't even touched, and he's thinking about how he'd take you on every surface in the small apartment. That's just not normal.

And most of all, it's not fair. You confided in him about your ex-boyfriend because Charles is your friend. And your roommate. And that's what he needs to be to you.

It wouldn't be fair for him to get into a relationship with you because one, you don't know who exactly he is, and two, he can never be what you need him to be. You need someone who is there for you, who takes time for you. Someone you can laugh and cry with. Not someone who is away most weeks of the year and can't even manage to call his own mother.

You would always be waiting for him. And even though he doesn't want to agree with Annika, he has to. The whole thing is not fair to you.

And so he deletes the last two messages he sent you, which you apparently haven't read yet, as he parks his Ferrari in an underground garage and walks the last few meters to your apartment.

He decides that he is your friend. Only your friend. Because he has to be, and because he can't be anything else. Because you need a real friend, and not a relationship.

Charles unlocks the apartment door and drops the gym bag to the floor beside him.

"Charles?" Unlike Annika's voice, his heart starts to beat faster at yours and his palms start to sweat, so he quickly wipes them on his jeans. You come out of the bathroom dressed in dark gray jeans and a white blouse that accentuates your curves. As you stand in front of him, you turn once so he can check you out from all sides. In all his life, he's never seen anyone look so divine. "I'm sorry, I wasn't sure what to wear. I hope that's all right."

His smile is gentle and he hopes you don't notice how hard he has to swallow, and he would have loved to wrap you in his arms and never let you go. But his ex-girlfriend is still clinging to him, and before you touch each other properly for the first time, he wants her washed off.

It's not fair.

"It's okay," he says with a smile and goes to the fridge for a glass of orange juice. You stop by the apartment door next to the gym bag, but don't ask where the stuff is from. And for that, he's very grateful. "I'm just going to jump in the shower and then we can go, okay?"

He doesn't wait for your answer as he pulls new clothes out of his suitcase, walks into the bathroom, undresses, and stands under the hot stream of water. Even now, he keeps you waiting, which further solidifies his decision to keep your relationship purely platonic. While he's shampooing his hair, he makes a deal with himself that he'll do whatever it takes to make this friendship work. Even if that means suppressing his feelings.

As he leaves the bathroom freshly showered and ready to go, you sit on the couch. He's looking at you, thinking about what Annika said, what he'd like to do with you, and all the things he could lose. And all of that just isn't fair.

"I'm sorry you had to wait for me," he says softly, reaching for your car key that's on the dining room table. It feels better in his hand than the one from the Ferrari. So familiar. Like the key will fulfill everything he's ever wanted.

"It's okay," you reply, getting up from the couch. You take a few steps toward him and smile at him, and his heart melts. "I'm fine with waiting."

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shinestarhwaa · 4 months

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WOOYOUNG NSFW ALPHABET

A - Aftercare (how is he after sex)

Wooyoung is a sweetheart and we know it, he will ask you if you need anything and he'll caress your hair while you're falling asleep together.

B- Bodypart (his favourite bodypart on you)

Your eyes. He goes crazy for those eyes, wether they look up at him innocently or if they're filled with lust, everything's sexy to him.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

He probably loves to cum on your body, preferably your chest (he might even lick it off)

D - Dirty secret (his dirty secret)

Wooyoung isn't very secretive about his dirty fantasies, he doesn't mind telling you at all, but he hasn't told you yet about the time he used your panties to jerk off on tour-

E - Experience (how experienced is he?)

Wooyoung is fairly experienced I think, he definitely knows how to play and what to do/not to do.

F - Favourite position

Missionary because he gets off on the expressions on your face, but also loves doggy style mirror sex.

G - Goofy (how he acts in the moment?)

He might be a bit goofy sometimes but not often, he's more of a smirking/teasing kind of guy.

H - Hair (how groomed is he?)

I think he's well groomed, he has some hair there because he's too lazy to shave all off and he probably thinks it's annoying but he makes sure to keep it neat and clean for you.

I - Intimacy (how passionate is he?)

Oh this man can get really intimate and passionate. You might forget because of his teasing and bratty persona but when you're alone he'll become more serious and really affectionate to you.

J - Jack off (how often does he masturbate?)

Probably 4-5 times a week but don't be surprised if it's more than that.

K - Kink

He probably enjoys a little bit of pain play because he loves to bite, he might enjoy spanking, but the biggest kink of all... *drum roll* DEGRADING KINK. (This man loves being degraded and we all know it like... he literally confessed it a thousand times).

L - Location (what's his favourite place to have sex?)

Everywhere around the house honestly, also loves it when you come blow him inbetween dance practices.

M - Motivation (what keeps him going?)

The pleasure expressions on your face do it for him.

N - NO (what is a no-go for him/turn-offs?)

I don't think he'll do role play in bed? It's not something he really hates or anything but he doesn't wanna make it an act, he just wants it to be reality between you two (does that make sense?).

O - Oral (giving or receiving, skill etc.)

He's more on the receiving side I think, but he'll make sure to give you your turn too, but he might use his hands more than his mouth (that doesn't mean he won't tho🤪).

P - Pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

I see him as more of a fast&rough kind of guy cause he has no patience and he loves the chaos.

Q - Quickie (their opinion on quickies)

Loves quickies, he'll literally do anything to get in your pants at any place, any time.

R - Risk (experiments, taking risks etc.)

We know him. He loves this kind of shit. He'll gladly experiment with different kinks, will come up with new positions and would get kicks out of doing stuff at places he'll be caught (not like illegally but like...with members etc.)

S - Stamina (how long does he last?)

He lasts for about 2-3 rounds I think? Might need you to be on top for the 3rd round.

T - Toys (do they own toys? does he use them with his partner or himself?)

He doesn't mind toys at all. I don't think he owns them but he'll use it with you if you want to.

U - Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

I don't even need to elaborate on how much of a tease this guy actually is. He'll play with your mind and body and make you go crazy before actually giving in and do something about what's going on between your legs.

V - Volume (how loud are they? what sounds do they make?)

Wooyoung is a loud mf and he will be in bed too. Loud moans, whines, any sound, honestly.

W - Wild Card (random headcanon)

Before you knew it Wooyoung had shoved you inside some sort of broom closet. His lips were all over your neck as his fingers unbuttoned your pants and slid into your underwear. "Wooyoung we gotta go back to your practice room, they'll come find us," you moaned as he played with your slick. "Then they'll find us. Gotta make my precious cum first."

X - X-Ray (what's going on in them pants?)

Probably average, more thick and girthy than it is long and probably has those sexy veins of his run along the shaft.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sexdrive?)

HIGH sexdrive. Like he can do it any day. Multiple times.

Z - ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)

He won't pass out until he knows you're all good. He'll wanna sleep with you in his arms tho.

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mikaela-the-slut-expert · 5 months

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The First Glance

Hua Cheng x M!Reader x Xie Lian

Honestly I'm just having a go at this and I'm technically writing about my OC. If people notice it that's good. if they don't well😔. So don't hate on me 🖤✨

Mentions of the reader having a veil and white hair, facial scars.

No one has requested any stories from me I wrote this for my own pleasure. So if you want something that isn't for an OC and is for a reader then come tell me and I'll write you something 😋

I keep editing the story cuz I keep forgetting details 😭✊ bear with me plz.

Míngqín means song bird it's Y/n's nickname

Previous part: Tea Shop

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You've been by Xie Lian's side for a long time. You've been his guard for as long as you can remember, and a god under him for even longer. A very long time actually, so you'd like to think you know him well enough to predict his movements. Apparently not.

You're at Puqi shrine, cleaning the place up and fixing dinner for you and Xie Lian. You chose to stay while Xie Lian went and to go investigate a ghost groom who was kidnapping brides. It's since then turned dark and when Xie Lian turns up, there's another man with him. You weren't expecting Xie Lian to bring someone home with him, nor were you expecting the strange man to stay the night.

The strange man's name is actually San Lang, but you still think he's strange anyways. After scolding Xie Lian for bringing someone home without any warning you serve dinner at the makeshift table you came up with. You give San Lang yours, you don't really need to eat. You're a heaven official and being with Xie Lian has you used to it anyhow.

"Thank you for making dinner Míngqín, I wouldn't have minded making it myself", Xie Lian says. You cringe at the thought though. You wave a hand, "not necessary I've got it". You sit down and observe as they both eat. Xie Lian and San Lang chat about something but you aren't paying attention. You're staring at San Lang, it's strange how fast the man has clung himself to Xie Lian. You've never seen him before and yet he so easily acts as if he's known Xie Lian forever.

You look away, thoughts straying to the bed laying on the floor. If it can even be called that it's more like a mat. Are all three of you going to sleep on it? Your thoughts are quickly interrupted when you notice San Lang staring at you. He can't possibly see your face not with the veil you've hidden it behind, but the way he's staring at you makes it feel like he's trying to. It doesn't feel like anything bad or alarming, just unnerving. People don't look at you. They usually stray their eyes away, but San Lang does not.

You leave the table, and lie on the mat. Xie Lian and San Lang will eventually lay down too. You take the middle spot. It makes the most sense, you don't want Xie Lian to be in danger. He's always been kind and you don't want that to back fire on him. You figure it's most safe if you stay between San Lang and Xie Lian.

You are already 'asleep', you aren't of course but you're breathing and heartbeat all sound as if you are. You technically don't need sleep but it's still nice to rest sometimes. You can hear San Lang talk about the missing painting on the wall. There's not yet a painting of the God of Scraps, but Xie Lian ushers San Lang to go to sleep instead.

Xie Lian lies to your right, you can tell. After all you've been sleeping next to each other for years. San Lang lies to your left, leaving you stuck in the middle. It's uncomfortable. You aren't worried about your veil slipping off, it's yours to manipulate and you've long since mastered being able to make the veil comfortable on your face. It's the closeness that bothers you.

You haven't really been in anyone's company other than Xie Lian's. No one else tends to like you, not the officials and not ghosts. That's fine you don't like them either but this sudden presence is new and you've never liked touch in the first place. Touch is scary. It always has been since the fall of XianLe. It makes you want to puke. Xie Lian is the only exception to this, seeing as you've been around him your whole life.

It's not that repulsive actually. For whatever reason San Lang's closeness doesn't seem to make you want to hurl. His breath down the back of your neck however makes you nervous. If you weren't a ghost your heart would be beating fast. You can feel him staring holes into you but you play sleep anyways.

"You're not truly asleep are you?" You internally huff as San Lang asks. You didn't think you were bad at it. You ignore him and continue hoping he'll believe your lie. It's not until a shuffle on your right, and a harsh grip on your robes make you realize San Lang isn't talking to you.

"It's not like I was fake sleeping San Lang" you can feel Xie Lian sit up a bit. "You aren't asleep either" Xie Lian exclaims. You can't see of course your eyes are closed even behind the veil you're worried they'd see your eyes open.

"I was too busy staring at your assistant" his voice takes on a teasing tone. 'Assistant' is what Xie Lian had told San Lang you are. Xie Lian is supposed to be a priest for himself and your alias is to be Xie Lian's assistant. Of course it's not who you truly are. You're truly the God of Song and Xie Lian is truly the God of Scraps. San Lang wouldn't know that though.

Your stomach drops when you feel San Lang's hand start to tinker with your veil. You're about to give it all up to move away but a big clap happens right over your face. You suppose it's time to give it up for the night. You open your eyes, and look up at the clasped hands above you. Xie Lian's holding San Lang's, most likely trying to move his hand away.

"Ah I'm sorry we woke you Míngqín, San Lang just needed a blanket he was cold..." Xie Lian smiles down at you. You nod, "It's okay. Let's go back to sleep then." San Lang only laughs to himself and lies back down. You and Xie Lian lay back down too. The night eventually calms again.

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When morning comes, you realize you fell asleep and when you get out of bed you see that Xie Lian and San Lang have already gotten out of bed. You get up as well and you change your veil. The veil is often changed, you don't like keeping the same design everyday. Some veils cover your whole face, and some veils leave your eyes unhidden. Today you choose a veil that only covers your nose and mouth.

You're ready to go outside until something in the corner of your eye stops you. A painting of Xie Lian back when he was Prince in XianLe..? Did San Lang really paint that? Now it's obvious San Lang isn't a mortal. No one would be able to paint it so accurately from 800 years ago.

You admire it for a minute and then go outside. San Lang and Xie Lian are standing by a cut wood pile. They both turn their heads toward you.

"Good morning Míngqín", "morning y/n". You nod back, noticing San Lang's hair is loose.

"Your hair will surely get caught if you don't put your hair up, San Lang" you haven't really spoken to San Lang the whole time since he's been here but you don't hate him. He did somehow make that painting after all. "Let me fix your hair San Lang" Xie Lian offers. He leads San Lang back inside to a bucket of water.

You know Xie Lian is checking if San Lang is a ghost, but San Lang looks like he is enjoying himself, "Are you just going to play with my hair gege?" Xie Lian is quick to get flustered and he puts San Lang's hair into a very messy braid. It looks messier than before.

You don't pay attention to the fact San Lang has started calling Xie Lian 'gege'. You snicker quietly at Xie Lian's flustered face, as he waves his hands telling San Lang he's all done with his hair. Xie Lian is not very good at doing hair, but San Lang looks happy with it. You don't bother offering to fix it.

"A-Lian it's your turn, come sit". You pat the stool. Xie Lian cooperates and you start combing through his hair. You've always brushed out Xie Lian's hair. He doesn't know how to get the knots out. Xie Lian used to just leave the knots there until you forced him to sit down one day so you could brush it out.

When you're finished brushing his hair you tie it up in his usual half bun-half down hairstyle. You step away from him and notice San Lang staring at you. It seems he's very good at staring.

"You should let gege do your hair as well y/n" you grunt and shake your head. No way you were letting Xie Lian put knots in your hair. You love him very much but you also love your hair.

"No it's alright" you wave a hand but San Lang insists. "I can fix your hair then. Gege did my hair, and you did Gege's. I'll do yours" he smiles. It sounds like generosity, but you've found whatever San Lang says sounds like teasing. You almost shake your head no, but San Lang looks like he really wants to indulge.

"I... Suppose" you hesitate. To fix your hair you would have to take off your veil and only Xie Lian has seen your face and even he hasn't seen it in so long. San Lang is very gentle when he removes your veil, as if he's touching something that will shatter. You cover your mouth with your sleeve. To hide the scars, you don't want them to be seen.

Your thoughts are interrupted by San Lang's fingers running through your hair. He combs it out gently. "Your hair is very beautiful y/n, has gege ever told you?" This flusters you, if you actually had the ability to blush then blood would have colored your cheeks. You have strange hair, it's long but it's white. It's always been like that but after ascending the officials were not your biggest fans. Especially since you stayed with Xie Lian. So they often make remarks about your appearance not that it bothers you.

"Thank you" you notice Xie Lian looking at you. You're eyes are the only thing that can be seen but he's still soaking up what you've hidden for the past hundreds of years before you hide it behind a veil again.

"How come this one hides his face?" San Lang asks as he does something with your hair. You don't know how to answer that so you redirect, "Does San Lang want to see it that bad?" He only laughs at this, and he moves into your field of vision. "I'm all finished. Gege take a look at y/n's hair is it nice?" You want to see what it looks like. You look into the bucket of water.

San Lang put your hair into a braid. He's tied your hair with a red ribbon, it must be San Lang's but you'll keep it. He gave it to you so it's only fair. You run your hands over the braid. Your hair hasn't been styled in a long time, there was never a reason to put it up after all. Your hair is usually left loose.

"it's very pretty San Lang. Míngqín why don't you keep the veil off?" Xie Lian cocks his head to the side. "Yes, there's no reason to hide your face." You furrow your brows, you could keep it off. You're just scared to have your scars out in the open. "... I'll think about it."

You hesitate, but you remove your hand from covering your mouth. To you, your face has been ruined. Your mouth has been slashed from a sword from a very long time ago. Scars line over your lips. You wished that they were pretty scars, with neat lines. They are not though. It's not so bad to show your face to San Lang and Xie Lian.

They stare at you, Xie Lian's look you can understand. You don't understand San Lang's look, he looks as if he's trying to soak up the details of your face too. As if your face is something he hasn't seen in such a long time. You've never met San Lang though...

Now that everyone's hair is fixed, San Lang is an exception to that - y/n giggles every time he sees it - , now they can start their morning. It's a good start to the day and Y/n thinks that San Lang has fit himself quite well into their routine.

Even though San Lang is a new addition to your group he makes it very easy to like him. Especially with how much he clings to Xie Lian's side, but San Lang also seems to be clinging to you too.

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jupiter-va · 10 months

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Omg I also never thought of Abby with a gun play thing but now it has me thinking thoughts as well…I need to hear yours!!

Okay I've had a nap and I'm a bit more energized so here we go. These are SFW and NSFW btw (This got long I'm sorry, also, I'm better at dirty talking than I am at writing about sex lol)

✧˖° ‧Abby and her Guns ✧˖°

CW: talks of guns/consensual gunplay, mean!abby, degradation (kinda)

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❥I completely agree with the ask I got earlier saying that Abby has sort of a fixation on them. Not in a weird way, she just kinda likes knowing how they work, how each part connects to the other, etc.

❥I'm not much of a gun girly, but I am southern and a lot of people I know have guns so based on my limited knowledge, I think her gun of choice is like a hybrid of a Glock and another pistol, can't recall the name (canonically, it's just called the "Military Pistol" in the game, correct me if I'm wrong but that's what it looks like). But I'm thinking she like's compact pistols for everyday use in general cus they're smaller than a full sized handgun, but they pack a punch and are easy to conceal which is useful for obvious reasons

❥I imagine she keeps them in the best condition she possibly can, of course she does, she needs them almost daily

❥It's one day when she's taking guns apart and cleaning them that you notice just how good she looks doing it. She looks good doing everything, but with this, the look of concentration on her face, combined with how swiftly she takes them apart and puts them back together without fumbling or breaking a sweat. The confidence and precision in her movements is enough to make you squirm and she notices

❥She's quick to break her concentration for the sole purpose of teasing you, asking you to come closer as she rattles off her knowledge about each separate gun to you.

❥She innocently "shows" you the best places to aim for when shooting someone. Slowly dragging an (unloaded) pistol from the waistband of your pants to your midsection, and applying a slight pressure to your stomach with the barrel of the gun

❥She'd notice you squirming/whining and honestly, I think she'd be a little mean about it

"You're sick, you know that baby? Making those pretty sounds for me, all because I've got a gun to your tummy?"

"You do realize how fucked up it is that you're into this, right?"

❥You're more than aware of how fucked up it is, but as she drags the gun from your midsection to your chest up to your neck, until she finally stops, resting the pistol up under your chin, you honestly can't bring yourself to care

❥Someone brought up the idea of Abby fucking you while holding a gun up to your stomach and honestly, whoever it was ate with that, I agree wholeheartedly, however, for the past 20 minutes I've been thinking about her having you get on all fours while having the gun to your back. You can't see it, but you can feel it and you hear the click each time she pulls the trigger and it just ups the sensation you feel by 100

❥Of course, the gun isn't loaded, but that doesn't stop Abby from taking you from behind and dragging the pistol down your back, stopping every so often to pull the trigger. It can't hurt you, but each click of the gun sends chills down your spine in the best way

❥Despite how fucked out and overstimulated you get, it's almost like Abby can't help but to fuck you harder, making sure she drags this out for as long as she can. She loves watching as each click of the gun jolts you back into reality and listening as your now incoherent murmurs grow louder and more desperate with each thrust.

Yeah, this is gonna have to be an audio lol, I have more things I wanna say but I'm much better at articulating them when I'm speaking as if I'm actually in the scenario rather than writing it down.

#abby anderson #abby anderson audio #abby anderson headcanons #✧jupiter's thoughts✧#abby tlou2 #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson hcs

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taylormarieee · 5 months

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Lover Boy Peeta Mellark

Summary: Peeta loves to show you how much he loves you.

Pairing: Peeta Mellark x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 964

Warnings: None, just pure fluff and rainbows!

After everything with the 74th anniversary for the hunger games, when you and Peeta survived.

He has been all over you for the past few weeks. Constantly checking up on you, bringing you bread, giving you kisses everywhere on your body.

It was cute honestly. Some people may think it's annoying but you think it's incredibly adorable.

Behind that brave facade, is a sweet lover boy who loves his girlfriend and always wants to remind her of that. To show her his love for her.

"I know, Gale, are you sure your ok?" You ask. He slowly nods before drifting off to sleep.

You gave him some tea because he wasn't feeling very well. You go to clean up when you hear a knock on the door.

You walk towards the door and open it only to be surprised with a happy smile and a loaf of bread.

A bright smile slowly appears on your face as you hug you boyfriend Peeta Mellark.

"Hi. I thought I would bring some bread!" He says with a smile on his face.

"Good! Just in time too! Gale's caught a fever. He isn't feeling well so maybe bread and tea will fix him up!" You say grabbing the loaf of bread before kissing Peeta on the cheek and walking towards the kitchen.

He walks in and gently shuts the door. Your swaying and humming to yourself as you cut the bread to leave next to Gale on the couch.

You grab a napkin and place it on the coffee table in your lovely, quiet home

"So... How are you? Have you been busy my love?" He asks in a sweet, gentle tone.

"I have been good Peeta! Not as many nightmares anymore but you know, same old same old." You say frowning a bit.

"Do you want some tea?" You ask. You await his answer as you slowly walk over to the counter where the tea kettle is.

"Uhm, no thank you, I'm ok." Peeta replies. You hear shuffling on the couch and look over to see Gale waking back up at the smell of bread.

"Is that bread and tea?" He asks a little drowsy from his quick little nap.

"Yea it is. Peeta's here and he brought some bread so eat up." You respond.

You walk over to Gale and put your hand on his head to check on him and how he is feeling and he is burning up.

"Oh my god Gale, your burning up! I'm going to run a cold bath for you. Up, come on." You say concerned.

"Sure thing mom!" He responds chuckling as he gets up and walks to the bathroom.

"I'll be right back Peeta!" You respond. He stands there patiently waiting for your return.

Once you walk back in the room you met with someone's chest and a whiff of alcohol.

"HAYMITCH!" You yell. You give him a hug and he chuckles a bit.

"Hey there firecracker." You smile at the nickname he gave you . You got this nickname form making fire bombs during the games.

"W-what are you doing here? Is everything ok?" You ask looking behind him to see Katniss and Peeta.

"Yea, I tagged along with Katniss on the way over here. She came to male sure that Gale was ok." He responds rubbing your arms assuringly.

"Oh ok, yea Katniss he's fine he's in the shower right now because he was burning up." You tell her.

She nods and mutters a thank you before heading up the stairs towards the bathroom.

"Uh babe? Can we talk for a sec? Alone." Peeta asks. You nod and walk towards your room together.

"What? What's going on baby?" You ask wondering if he's ok. He gives you a hug and then grabs your face and kisses you sweetly.

"Hm, what was that for?"

"To show how much I love you. Plus, i've been wanting to do that the moment I walked in here." He says laughing.

You laugh and he smiles at you with nothing but love.

"I love your laugh. Your so gorgeous." he says staring at you with love in his eyes.

"Aw, thank you peeta. I love your big brown eyes. Your my little golden retriever." You say smiling before giving him a sweet peck on his lips.

He smothers your face with kisses and you laugh again. "You wanna go for a walk?" He asks.

"W-What about Gale?" You ask concerned. He rolls his eyes playfully.

"Babe I think Katniss can take care of him for 10 minutes." He responds smiling.

"Ok. Lemme go get my coat and I'll meet you outside hun!" You say running to your room to grab your coat.

Peeta smiles to himself as he waits for you by the door like a personal Chaperone.

He wonders how he's so lucky to have you. How could he have scored such a prize like you. You weren't an obstacle to win but a star to praise.

You shined on your own time and he adored you for it. He loved everything about you and he couldn't have had anyone more special than you.

Lost in his train of thoughts about you he didn't even notice your sweet voice trying to lure him back to reality.

"Babe? Are you ok? Earth to Peeta!?" You say cutely waving your hand in front of his face.

"Huh? Oh yea baby I'm ok." He responds smiling, "Ready to go My lovely princess?" he continues holding out his arm.

"I am." You respond, you both walking out of the door. "By the way, what were you thinkin' about?" You ask sweetly.

Peeta smiles to himself before looking at you with a big smile on his face saying, "You my love. Always thinking about you."

@murdrdocs @versatilehater @number1gal @luvrxbunny @clovestreet @peetaslefttoe @flowershines @aweina @fayesia

#peeta mellark #thg peeta #peeta x reader #peeta my beloved #peeta mellark fluff

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authorhjk1 · 7 months

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Doctor's Orders

Kim Bora and Kim Yoohyeon X Male Reader

This isn't what you agreed to. Not at all.

After the long flight, you only want to relax. Ahin left Paris two days earlier than you, having to attend a fashion show and some other scheduled events. While walking through the airport, you picked up two gorgeous women. It was surprisingly easy. Although you now start to realize that the older one might have picked you up. She was very straight forward to say the least. And even when the younger one, who seemed a little shy, suggested the roleplay stuff, you still agreed.

You sigh as you look around the "waiting room". What did your horniness get you into now?

The place is clean, and a couple of chairs have been set up around the living room. On the table is standing a glass of water, which you got after making an "appointment" at the front desk. Front desk? More like their kitchen counter.

The younger girl disappeared after handing you the glass. She walked into the room on your left. The other woman took the room further down the hall. You don't know how long you have been sitting here now. 10 minutes, in which nothing happened.

You shake your head in disbelief. Why do you always fall for this kind of stuff? You are really glad that you don't have many female business partners. They would all use this to their advantage. You feel like, since you came to Korea, your need for sex has drastically increased. And you doubt it's because of the different climate.

"Mr (l/n)?"

You look up from your phone, seeing the young brunette step out of her room. Her cute, innocent face is quickly replaced by a mischievous one as she bites her lip, looking at your rolled up sleeves which expose your forearms.

"Please come in for your appointment."

"Thank you."

You are still not really sure how to react. This isn't an actual visit to the doctor. Usually a nurse would show you to the doctor's room, not the doctor herself. You remember the argument the two girls had over this topic vividly. They both wanted to be the doctor desperately, because a doctor is more sexy than a nurse in their eyes. At the end, they both decided to be doctors.

"Please have a seat, Mr (l/n)."

You sit down on the small operating table aka one of their desks, which has been cleared of their stuff. The hard wooden surface is covered with a blanket and a pillow, so your back won't hurt as bad after a while.

The young brunette sits down in a chair in front of you.

"Our nurse told me, you have certain difficulties."

She bites her finger after talking, glancing at your lap.

"Yeah."

You still have to get used to this. Roleplay was never really your thing.

"Would you like to elaborate?"

It feels kinda weird to say it out loud. But the way the young brunette looks at you, makes you cooperate. Her body is worth participating in this stuff.

"I-I have a problem with my...."

You subtly point at your lap.

"Oh. I see."

She gives you a sweet smile. The older girl told you to be a like a shy patient. You hope you are doing well.

"I-I can't stop cuming."

"What do you mean?"

As if she is listing to a really interesting story, the Korean girl rests her chin on her hand.

"Everytime I see a beautiful woman, I have to... You know?"

You try to look embarrassed, which honestly isn't very hard right now.

"Is there anything else?"

Of course there is. The older girl told you what to say.

"I-I cum too much. The last time I slept with my girlfriend, she almost drowned in it."

"Is that so?"

The brunette leans back in fake surprise. Your cheeks become red, not because you are shy, but because of the exaggeration.

"Why don't you lay down for now and I will take a look?"

"A-Are you sure?"

"Of course. I'm a doctor after all."

You lay down on the table, before watching her walk closer.

"You said you do that, whenever you see a beautiful woman, right?"

Although she sounds kinda professional, you do hear her curious undertone.

"What about right now? Do you have the urge to...?"

She still gives you a sweet smile, but her hand is doing one particular motion. You hesitate, trying to find out, what would turn her on the most.

"Don't be shy, you can tell me."

Dr. Kim puts her hand on your chest as she stands next to you.

"I'm your doctor."

Of course you would. But you wouldn't stop there. You would pull that white coat off her shoulders, and make her lie down herself. The open coat shows more than a doctor would usually accept. The knitted crop top underneath is see through alright. Her black bra is holding her breasts, which seem to be perfect handfuls.

She slightly leans over your face. Her exposed midriff looks like a work of art. You almost reach out to touch her tummy. You wonder what it would look like, if you would cum on her.

(Author's note: Don't mind the ears.😅)

"I-I do."

You finally answer. Yoohyeon's eyes visibly darken with lust.

"You think I am pretty?"

As if she has done this a hundred times, her hand reaches out for the zipper of your jeans.

"You are gorgeous."

"Come on. Please stay professional."

She gives you another sweet smile. The fact that her toned midriff is a little closer to your face now, didn't escape your notice.

Kim Yoohyeon slowly pulls your pants down. They are still around your thighs, but she is already hooking her slim fingers underneath the waistband of your boxers. Her eyes, which were locked on yours earlier, are now glued to your crotch.

"It looks like you have a rather BIG problem."

Yoohyeon bites her lip. She is unable to hide how wet this all makes her. She loves roleplaying. And this scenario makes her want to get pounded like there is no tomorrow. She knows that her body is build to be fucked. To be admired and then used like a toy. To be worshipped, before being sprayed with load after load of cum.

When she looks into your eyes again, she knows that that's exactly what you want to do to her. And you see the sparkle in her eyes, telling you to do so.

Once Yoohyeon finally pulls down your underwear, she eyes your cock hungrily. Still trying to be professional, she pretends to examine it. Although you know she is just looking for an excuse to touch it.

To get a better view, the young brunette is now kneeling on the desk, your legs underneath her. She leans down and takes your dick into her hand, still staying in character.

You can't take your eyes off her cleavage. Yoohyeon's tits are slightly pressed together by her arms as she leans on the left one, while the right is reaching for your cock. You are already hard enough for your cock to stand up straight as Yoohyeon only holds onto your tip.

"Do you take any medication?"

You shake your head. Her chest makes it hard to concentrate.

"How often do you cum in a day?"

You shrug your shoulders. The older girl gave you an exact number.

"Maybe ten times?"

Yoohyeon bites her lip once more. You can feel her hand slowly closing around your tip.

"I bet you cum buckets."

Her thumb plays with your tip as she looks down at it.

"This is kinda unfair, you know?"

She looks down on you.

"What?"

"You saw my private area, but I didn't see yours yet."

You try to keep that shy patient persona.

"That's not really professional."

Her cheeks turn a little red.

You notice that she has begun to slowly stroke your cock. She starts at the tip and it feels like ages, until her hand reaches the base.

"But it might help, doctor."

Yoohyeon pretends to dismiss the idea.

"You are pretty after all. I can't control it."

You see her blush again.

"Am I so pretty that you have to see me naked?"

You nod slowly, looking into her eyes.

"I would love to see your pussy, doctor."

Yoohyeon blushes harder then before. She keeps her coat on, but slowly undoes the button on her brown pants.

"I mean,"

She opens the small zipper and you can see that your doctor is not wearing any underwear.

"a doctor should treat a patient as best as she can."

Looking through her zipper, you see Yoohyeon's neatly trimmed hair. You catch just a glimpse of her lower lips, before she starts to pull down her pants.

She is still hovering on top of you, which means, she can't get her pants off completely either. You take hold of her waist with both hands and lift her up. Yoohyeon giggles as you put her down right above your face. Due to the movement, her coat has fallen in front of her center.

Parting it like a curtain with both hands, you hold onto her waist once again. Yoohyeon's pussy is on display for you as you admire its beauty. Her lips have a slightly darker tone compared to her skin. You can already see that she is tight, without even having to touch her. Her clit is partially hidden underneath the upper part of her lips. Her neatly trimmed hair has a darker color than her dyed hair.

Slightly tilting your head, you swipe your tongue along Yoohyeon's pussy. She sighs as she feels your hands moving around on her skin. You smack your lips, before sucking a little on her lower lips. She doesn't taste as sweet or fruity as the other girls. But you can't deny that it's equally delicious.

"Oh god."

Yoohyeon moans, when you finally let your tongue flick against her clit. Your right hand still holds onto her waist, while the left travels up her midriff. You feel the hardness of her abs underneath her skin as you keep stimulating her clit with your tongue.

"Holy-"

The brunette's breath hitches, interrupting her words. Your fingertips reach her knitted top and dive underneath. From now on, you start to suck on her clit, occasionally flicking it with your tongue. The pressure on her pearl makes Yoohyeon feel hotter and hotter on top of you.

"Yoohyeon feels hot."

She moans as your hand reaches her black bra. You are surprised she is talking about herself in the third person.

While your tongue and lips keep moving around and against her clit, your hand roams around her bra. Only the soft fabric separates your fingers from her sensitive nipples.

"Yoohyeon feels good."

You hear her sigh as you reach underneath her bra. This is a first for you. No one ever talked like that during sex. But for some reason, Yoohyeon is able to pull it off.

As your hands cup her breasts underneath her bra, the brunette slowly starts to grind against you.

"Your doctor wants to ride your face."

Her moans become louder as she does what she announced.

Slowly, the woman on top of you starts to ride your face. Your thumb grazes her nipple as her head falls back.

"Yoohyeon is gonna cum!"

You do your best to hear her moan her own name, when she cums. You suck and lick the brunette's clit, while your left hand keeps squeezing her tits. Your right hand has reached her ass by now. You hold her right cheek as you control her pace.

The young girl's hands are both buried inside your hair, holding onto it as if she is actually riding a horse. Her hips buck wildly. She loses her rhythm.

"Yoohyeon cums!"

With a loud shriek, Yoohyeon announces her orgasm.

After hearing her say her own name, you didn't expect anything else out of the ordinary. That's why you were unprepared. Without much of a warning, Yoohyeon begins to squirt. As she cums violently, her juices drench your face. You feel your hair getting wet as you have to close your eyes.

When Yoohyeon finally stops, you feel her pussy rub against your lips.

"More please."

Yoohyeon sighs as you open your eyes again.

"Make your doctor cum again."

You wonder if it's possible to drown in this situation. But as you look at Yoohyeon's body on top of you, you decide to take your chances.

With both of your hands on her waist, you pull the young brunette even closer. As she starts to ride your face, you begin to eat her out.

The pillow underneath you, your hair and your face are all wet. But you still can't have enough of Yoohyeon's pussy. One of the young girl's hands is now in tangled with her own short hair, while the other is keeping your hand on her ass in place.

She makes you squeeze her cheeks occasionally as she rides your face. Moan after moan falls out of her mouth, one dirtier than the other.

"Does your doctor's pussy taste good? Do you want her to cum all over your face again?"

You answer all of her questions by drawing the word you would like to say on her clit.

"Yes."

The brunette doesn't stop. She keeps asking more questions, enjoying the feeling of your tongue on her pearl.

"Is Yoohyeon a good doctor? Does she take good care of her patient?"

You answer her silently.

"Oh fuck."

She sighs as she feels her second orgasm approaching.

"Yoohyeon is going to cum on your face again."

Her breathing becomes faster.

"Please make Yoohyeon cum!"

You squeeze her ass one last time as you eat her out, making her orgasm for a second time.

"Fuck!"

You feel like you are standing underneath a waterfall.

Yoohyeon's legs buckle and she falls down on your knees, right in front of your cock. Her juices drench more than just your face. Your shirt is soaked in a matter of seconds as her cum makes you completely wet.

"Do you always cum this much, doctor?"

You tease the brunette as you start to enjoy this roleplay stuff.

"Only with a patient like you."

She is still breathing heavily as she is lying on your legs. Her back pressing against your knees.

You are about to say something, when you hear a nock on the door. You and Yoohyeon lock eyes.

"Dr. Kim?"

"Fuck!"

Yoohyeon whispers and tries to get off of you. Participating in the roleplay, you start to pull your pants up. The brunette does the same as she gets off the desk. Just as the door opens, she manages to straighten her coat.

The black haired woman in the door looks at the both of you. She is wearing a white coat herself. A stethoscope is hanging around her neck.

She didn't close her coat either, showing off her skimpy top. A black bra is visible underneath. Her exposed skin seems flawless like porcelain.

"What is going on?

Kim Bora sees you lying on the desk. Your face and shirt, the pillow and the blanket are wet. Yoohyeon's face is still a little flushed after experiencing two orgasms in a row. Her hair is disheveled, due to her hand in her hair earlier.

"Dr.Kim! How many times have I told you, how clumsy you are?!"

The woman who just walked in, glares at the other one, before she scans you up and down. Your face is still completely drenched and your shirt is soaked.

You see SuA's eyes rest on an empty glass on the small nightstand nearby.

"I-I just tripped and spilled some water on him."

Yoohyeon bows at her college.

"I'm sorry."

SuA shakes her head.

"Aish. How did you even pass the doctor's exam?"

The younger one blushes in shame.

You are surprised at how good their acting is.

"Have you been fooling around with a patient again?"

Yoohyeon shakes her head.

"No, unnie."

"Then are you at least treating him properly?"

SuA crosses her arms in front of her chest as she watches Yoohyeon nod.

"And what does he have?"

"He has a problem with his intimate area."

You stay quiet, enjoying the show. After all, you don't usually see two insanely hot girls argue like that.

"What's wrong with his cock?"

Raising an eyebrow at the other doctor's choice of words, you see Yoohyeon's face flush.

"He seems to have too much cum inside of him."

SuA nods.

"I see. And how did you plan to cure it?"

You see the older woman take a step closer towards you.

"I thought of some medications maybe?"

As the older girl shakes her head, you know what kind of treatment she is going to propose.

SuA takes another step towards you, standing right by your side. As she leans down, you admire her face, which is just as breathtaking as the other doctor's.

"The only proper way to cure him, is to make him cum as often as possible."

"But he said he already cums pretty often."

The brunette, still a little shy, has folded her hands in front of her core, glancing only once in a while in your direction.

"How do you cum?"

The older doctor focuses on you.

"I-I usually jerk off, because my girlfriend can't keep up."

"I see."

SuA's finger taps her chin as if she is trying to figure out an insanely hard math problem.

"I think I have a solution for that."

She looks at you first, then at Yoohyeon.

"How much pounding can your little body take?"

"E-excuse me?"

Yoohyeon looks at SuA in surprise.

"I mean, how long can our patient fuck and cum in you, until your body gives up?"

"R-right now?"

If you weren't hard before, you definitely are hard now. Since you saw them at the airport, you imagined yourself fucking the two of them. But hearing SuA talk like that, makes your imagination about Yoohyeon more vivid. Especially after seeing and tasting her pussy already. You do wonder the same thing. How much pounding can Yoohyeon's body take?

"Of course right now. Why would he need to make an extra appointment, when he is already here? Just let yourself get used as a cum dump."

SuA's unfiltered language makes you want to do just that. Use Yoohyeon's perfectly sculpted body as a cum dump.

Looking closer, you see a small dark spot form on the brown fabric between her legs. Her lack of underwear exposing her inner desires.

"Don't be shy, Dr. Kim. This is a normal treatment."

SuA leans down to get a better look of your face.

"What do you think? How many rounds can you go before you are satisfied? Are you going to destroy her pussy before you coat her whole body in your cum?"

You have to hold yourself back to not just jump off the desk. To not grab Yoohyeon by her waist. To not bend her over the table. To not fuck her brains out, until she is a whimpering, cuming mess, your cum leaking out of her.

"I'm not sure if this is really professional."

Your doctor snickers at your remark, her black hair falling into your face.

"I told you," her fingers dance over your pants. "this is normal. If we don't treat you know, you will have to come back three times a week."

She nods towards her colleague.

"Do what you want with her."

"Really?"

Your eyes leave SuA's face to look at Yoohyeon. The brunette is just standing there. Her hands are still folded in front of her, hiding her entrancing midriff. She is unaware of the small wet spot on her crotch, which is slowly, but constantly, growing. You see her bite her lower lip, but avoid your look.

Now that it's finally time for you to enjoy that body of hers as much as you want, you actually don't know how to start.

"Don't worry, sir."

SuA pats your thigh, her hand dangerously close to your crotch.

"Don't think about pleasuring her. Our patients always cum first."

The older girl looks at the younger one.

"Come here, Dr. Kim."

Yoohyeon shyly tugs her short, brown hair behind her right ear, before walking a couple of steps closer.

"Time for you to be his personal cum dump."

You watch SuA reaching out for Yoohyeon's crotch. The older girl starts to undo her pants. The brunette keeps her coat on as you watch her pants fall to the ground. Once again, you are blessed with the sight of Yoohyeon's delicious snatch. The small strip of hair, right above her clit, seems to act like an arrow. As if it's saying "here is the treasure".

Unable to hold back any longer, you get off the desk. SuA flaunts a satisfied smile as she sits down on the chair, which Yoohyeon sat on earlier.

When you reach the brunette, you kiss both her cheeks. You wanted to do that, since the first time she smiled at you. Subconsciously, your left hand finds its way to her pussy, while your right is holding her chin up.

Yoohyeon closes her eyes as she gets attacked at two different places at once. Her lips part slightly, when they meet yours. Her thighs rub against your arm as you dip your fingers into her honey pot.

"No need for formalities."

SuA interrupts your small make out session.

"Just use her already."

You take a step back from Yoohyeon to look at her flawless body one last time, before turning her into a mess. The brunette looks up at you. And although she still seems coy, you do see the way her eyes sparkle slightly. How her lips curl upwards in a small smile.

"I'm gonna fuck your brains out, Dr. Kim."

Your words make Yoohyeon bite her lower lip.

You spin her around, making her coat twirl around her. Pushing her towards the desk, you bend her over it.

"Finally some action."

Under SuA's commentary, you hike up Yoohyeon's coat and admire her firm ass. You let your hands roam her soft skin, until they both reach her tiny waist. Only now, you actually realize how petite Yoohyeon is, in comparison to you. You wonder if SuA just wanted to turn you on earlier, or if it was a sincere question. Can Yoohyeon's body take your pounding?

Time to find out, I would say. Without having to say a word, you already feel SuA's hands on your belt. She quickly removes your pants, like she did with Yoohyeon. You step out of them, your cock now resting between Yoohyeon's cheeks.

The brunette's head is resting on the desk as you align your dick with her pussy. You feel its wetness on your tip.

Yoohyeon moans into the blanket, when you finally push inside of her.

"Damn, you are tight."

It isn't an overstatement. Yoohyeon's pussy is as tight as her body. You wonder, how many people already used her body like this. She is build to be used like doll, so you guess you aren't the first one.

With every thrust, Yoohyeon's walls seem to suck you in. With your hands on her tiny waist, you pull her towards you, everytime you move forward. At first, you promised yourself you would cum all over her tight midriff. But now, once you have gotten a taste of Yoohyeon's pussy, you wonder if you could pull out in time. Whatever! You just have to cum twice then.

"Oh my god!"

Yoohyeon sighs as her eyes are shut tightly. While you pick up the pace, you make the desk shake a little.

SuA sat behind you at first. Now, she is sitting next to Yoohyeon on the desk.

"Wow. I'm sure you are the biggest she's ever had."

A whine from Yoohyeon confirms SuA's theory as you thrust into her harder.

Small red marks appear on the brunette's skin as your hands hold her slim frame in place. Her head is being rocked back and forth on the desk. SuA changes her position from sitting to kneeling to get a better look. She leans over Yoohyeon's upper body and places her hands on the younger girls ass. Spreading her cheeks apart slightly, SuA watches you railing Yoohyeon from behind.

"You are really stretching her out. Fuck."

You can only agree, feeling the brunette's walls around your cock.

"Please don't stop."

Yoohyeon's whimpers become louder and louder. Her eyes are still shut as her left cheek is pressed against the desk. Her hands are holding onto the blanket as if she is afraid you are going to pull her off it.

"Fuck Yoohyeon harder!"

You listen to the brunette as SuA keeps her eyes glued on the action beneath her.

"Make her take it."

SuA winks at you, before leaning down. As you fuck Yoohyeon, you watch SuA letting a string of saliva fall out of her mouth. You feel it hitting the lower part of your cock, before you push into the younger girl again.

Yoohyeon has become quiet and so you look up to look at her. Her face is now completely buried in the blanket. You wonder if she is still able to breath. She is biting into the fabric, trying to prevent herself from screaming. There is someone else in the room next to this one after all. But that's something for another chapter.

"You rail her so good."

SuA coos as she watches you fucking Yoohyeon further and further into the blanket. Slowly, Yoohyeon's feet lose their grip on the floor. As you make her legs feel like butter, her feet slide away from underneath her.

The brunette's hands open and close in fists as you slightly lift her off the ground. She is hanging in midair, her head still buried in the blanket.

You see SuA biting her lower lip as she prevents Yoohyeon's coat to fall over, and cover her ass. Apart from her sweet face, her art like midriff and her tight pussy, it's one of Yoohyeon's most admirable assets. It definitely doesn't compare to Sohee, but it's nice and firm.

You slap Yoohyeon once or twice as you feel her walls closing around you further.

"Yoohyeon feels good! So good!"

The brunette starts moaning loudly again as you make her cheeks sting.

"Yoohyeon is gonna cum soon!"

She whimpers into the blanket and you focus back on holding her waist, to fuck her harder. SuA takes over with visible enjoyment. Her hands find Yoohyeon's cheeks again and again as the sounds of flesh hitting flesh echoes through the room.

"Yoohyeon cums! Yoohyeon cums!"

The brunette's body breaks down for the third time. SuA's work has already left red marks on her ass, which match your own on her waist. Yoohyeon shakes her head, face still buried into the blanket. You feel her pussy contracting around you. Her juices spill out of her again. They coat your cock even further, spraying the wooden floor as well. As much as Yoohyeon squirts, her pussy is surprisingly dry in comparison. She is still wet enough to fuck her properly, but she isn't as wet as you expected. That changes now as she now almost drowns your cock in her juices.

"She isn't much of a doctor. But she has talent in being one needy slut."

SuA's cheeky comment makes you think about fucking her as well. Her face and figure are just as alluring as Yoohyeon's. The older girl's tits seem to be bigger, which makes you glance at her cleavage more often than appropriate.

As you catch your breath from pounding Yoohyeon off the floor, you get caught by SuA.

"No, no, no. What a naughty patient, looking at your doctor's tits."

Before you can protest, the older girl has already gotten off the desk. While you are still inside Yoohyeon, SuA takes your hands, positioning them around her own waist. Almost standing on your toes, SuA looks up at you.

"Come on. Take a closer look."

You glance down, seeing how SuA's top is being stretched by her breasts. Her black bra is at least one or two sizes bigger than Yoohyeon's.

"What do you think about your doctor giving you a nice, comfy titfuck?"

That is definitely something you would never say no to. SuA seems to agree, not even waiting for your answer. She gets on her tiptoes, whispering into your ear.

"I bet you want to cum all over them."

She looks down, pushing them against each other with her hands, creating an even bigger cleavage.

"Coat my tits in your cum, baby."

You never thought it would be so easy to pull out of Yoohyeon's pussy. Although it tries its best to stop you from leaving, you eventually turn your full attention towards SuA. Yoohyeon is still recovering as you watch Sua getting on her knees in front of you.

You originally planned on cuming inside of Yoohyeon's tight snatch, but SuA's chest looks too inviting to pass up on.

"Let's get you nice and wet, sweetheart."

The older girl takes your cock into her mouth. Still coated with Yoohyeon's juices, SuA makes it even messier. You sigh as you feel her tongue twirl around your tip, while her hand strokes your base.

You see Yooheon move again, while SuA sucks your cock. The younger girl sighs as she now fully lies on the bed. She watches her band mate giving you head, her eyes barely open after having just orgasmed on your cock.

You focus back on SuA. She gives your cock one last wet kiss, before guiding it underneath her skimpy white top. You feel your dick glide under her black bra as the Korean girl pushes her tits together. SuA begins to move up and down, sandwiching your cock in between them. You feel her soft skin and the rough material of her bra against your dick. Watching it slide through her cleavage, you can't help but moan. When she presses them together like this, SuA's tits are so big, they almost engulf your cock.

You never expected it to feel this good. This is probably the first proper boob job you are receiving. SuA's tits are warm and soft as your cock glides through them.

"Do you enjoy your doctor's tits, baby?"

You nod as you have to hold onto the desk behind her. The older girl gives you a knowing smile as she keeps going. She moves up and down on your cock, making it slide in and out of her cleavage.

"Imagine how you cum all over my tits. You deserve it, good boy."

Her endless name calling makes you weak. The material of her bra creates a great contrast to the smoothness of her boobs.

Whenever SuA lowers herself, to wrap her tits around your base, she keeps her eyes on your tip. Sticking her tongue out, you feel it brush against you occasionally.

"Fuck."

You groan, knowing that you can't keep standing for long. A familiar feeling is spreading in your crotch. Your hand moves from the desk to the back of her head. Whenever she leans down to lick your tip, you try to push her a little further.

"Such a needy patient. You can't get enough of your doctor's tongue, can you?

SuA coos as her tits glide along the length of your shaft. That feeling inside of you builds up more and more.

The Korean girl lets some spit fall out of her mouth. It lands on your cock, before she starts to spread it all over your cock with her tits.

"I'm gonna cum soon."

You sigh as you feel SuA's tits around you. The feeling is amazing. You can't believe how good this feels. Because her bra and her top are keeping your cock trapped between her breasts, SuA only has to push them together. It makes it easier for her and makes you feel even better.

"Cum for me. Cum all over my tits."

SuA purrs as she watches you from her kneeling position. She enjoys the emotions, which play across your face. She is a person who enjoys making her partner feel good almost more than her own pleasure. Yooheon could tell you more than enough stories about that.

The younger girl is now scooting closer after your announcement.

Both of your hands are holding SuA's head as you slowly start to trip over the edge. She can feel you twitch between her tits.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Cum for me!"

You shoot your load all over her cleavage. Your cum lands on her tits and her white top, staining it in the process. A few drops reach SuA's collarbone.

"Wow."

Yooheon watches with wide eyes as you cum all over her friend. She can feel her pussy reacting to the sight. SuA kneeling in front of you, your cock still underneath her top and bra. Your cum is marking her tits and clothing as she leans down to wrap her lips around your tip. SuA cleans off the remaining drops of cum from your cock as Yooheon watches. The younger girl wants to go for another round. She almost needs it. She needs to have you fuck her again. And this time, she wants you to cum on her as well.

"Please fuck Yooheon's slutty little pussy again."

She whines, unable keep her desires in check. Although you just came, you know that you don't have a choice. SuA's tongue and her tits make you hard almost as fast as they made you orgasm. The way she looks, coated in your semen, makes it immensely easier to prepare yourself for another round.

"Mmmm... You taste so good."

SuA purrs as she lets your tip escape with a pop. Licking her lips, she looks down at herself.

"This is still a lot of cum."

She scoops up some of it, which was sticking to her tits, before sucking it in as if she is enjoying some noodles.

"Use her some more. Just treat her like a cocksleeve."

You are surprised how SuA talks about the younger girl. But Yooheon is already lying on her back, her legs spread invitingly. Except for her pants, the brunette still has all her clothes on as well. She shows off her tight midriff as she pushes her doctor's coat to the side a little. When she reaches down, you watch her parting her pussy lips for you.

"Please use me. Fuck me and cum in me or on me as much as you want."

You step closer, before aligning your cock with her pussy once more. She moans loudly when she feels you enter her again. You thrust into her slowly and deeply. Your hands are on her waist, holding her in place as you fuck her. Your thumbs slightly press onto her toned stomach, making her moan in delight. Yooheon's eyes are now closed, enjoying the feeling of your cock inside of her.

As she starts to move to your rhythm, you feel the brunette's legs wrap around you, pulling you further towards her. You feel her pussy getting tighter as you move faster. SuA is now sitting on the desk as well. Leaning against the wall, she is sitting behind Yooheon, patting her head, which she put onto her lap.

"You take his cock so good, Yooheon. You are a good doctor, aren't you?"

The brunette nods, her eyes still shut tightly.

Your hands move down to her ass, grabbing a handful of it. It makes her hips lift off the blanket, which enables you to penetrate her even deeper. Yooheon's reaction is immediate as her moans increase in volume.

You pull her further towards you as you trust into her harder, feeling her pussy getting even tighter around you. The young girl is getting louder, moving her head from side to side as you fuck her.

Yooheon's eyes open, looking into yours. You can see her lust for you in her eyes, the same lust that you have for her. A sultry moan escapes her lips, voicing how much she loves the way you plow her.

"Are you going to cum all over her as well?"

SuA licks her lips as she looks up at you, feeling Yooheon's head being rocked back and forth in her lap. Her top is still stained and the few drops of cum she hasn't devoured yet are sticking to her chest.

"On her abs. I'm gonna cum on her abs."

Yooheon nods wildly at your prediction.

"Please do! Please cum on Yooheon's tummy!"

The brunette reaches her arms out and grabs onto your shoulders, pulling you closer to her. You continue to thrust into her, loving the feeling of her tight pussy around your cock.

"Oh!"

Yooheon moans.

"Im so close."

You feel her pussy getting even tighter around your cock. Her moaning becomes louder, matching the speed you are fucking her with.

"Make her cum. Make your doctor cum all over your cock again."

SuA makes you thrust harder into the tight girl underneath you. You can feel her pussy squeezing your cock even tighter. You can tell she is about to cum, her body starting to shake. You reach your hand down to her clit, rubbing it gently.

That's all it takes. She screams out loud as her body shakes, her pussy gripping your cock tightly.

"Yooheon cums! Yooheon cums!"

You can feel her pussy spasming around your cock, trying to milk you dry. You let go of her ass and grab onto Yooheon's soft thighs, pulling her towards you. Her pussy keeps milking your cock, keeping it hard to hold onto reality yourself.

Yooheon's orgasm pushes you over the hill as well. You thrust into her contracting snatch one last time, before pulling out.

"Mark her with your cum."

SuA says excitedly as she watches you pulling out. When you cum, you do what you planned on doing, since you saw Yooheon's toned figure. You start to shoot your load all over her tight midriff. More and more of your cum hit her white skin.

Yooheon moans as she feels the warm, sticky fluid on her stomach. Some of it falls into her belly button as you make sure to coat as much of her body as you possibly can.

"Fuck, you are gorgeous."

You pant as you admire your work. Yooheon's tight tummy is full of your cum. The white streaks glisten in the lamp light. The brunette's smile lights up her face as she enjoys your cum on her body.

SuA jumps into action, leaning over Yooheon's tired, cum covered body.

"Such tasty cum."

You hear her murmur, before you watch her lick your jizz out of Yooheon's belly button. The older girl laps up some more, before moving in, to give Yooheon a kiss. The two of them make out, pushing your cum from one mouth to the other and back.

You watch them, unable to do much more. You already came a lot before this appointment. But, as said before, that's something for a different chapter.

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Hi, everyone!

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. While writing this, I honestly fell in love with Yooheon's midriff. I'm not sure why, I obviously knew how she looked before. But something changed while writing.

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