godmadeyoubeautifullyselfless

[gothgoblinbabe]

『Obsessed』

Sub!Logan Howlett x Dom!fem reader

A/N: haiiiiiii I take forever to write im so sorry but I'm real proud of this one and I hope ya'll like it because there is a criminal lack of sub!Logan content

Warnings: NSFW//18+, swearing, sub!logan x dom!fem reader, friends to lovers, mutual pining, Logan’s a lil perverted in this one (steals your underwear), unprotected sex (pls dont do that), oral (F receiving), Handjob, uuuh cum eating sorry not sorry this ones a lil’ nasty, and if I missed any please let me know! ps I only proof read this once so pls forgive me for any mistakes

Summary: You and Logan are left alone for the weekend to supervise the kids while everyones out, but he can't help himself from going a step too far with his infatuation with you

Word Count: 12K

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Logan didn’t like the word ‘obsessed’. He thought it made him sound like a creep - which, maybe he was, at this point.

He preferred terms like ‘infatuated’ or ‘bewitched’. Those sounded like much better words to describe what he felt for you. It was so overpowering that it may have even been considered something more than an obsession. Everything about you was intoxicating; you put him under your influence and kept him wrapped around your finger. You had him from the moment he saw you for the first time, you just had no idea. He remembered seeing you enter the room and lock eyes with him. He never believed in love at first sight, it was total bullshit. Total bullshit, until he felt it with you.

He did everything he could to conceal it, though, knowing he was not immune to rejection.

You considered Logan one of your closest and best friends. He was always playfully teasing you, sometimes to the point where your face became warm. It actually only took a couple weeks for him to be positive that he was head over heels for you. He started calling you things like ‘princess’ and  ‘pretty girl’, as if they were your first name. He liked to see your gorgeous smile when he joked with you and hear your laugh that sounded like music to his ears. You were the first thing he thought about when he woke up in the morning and his last thought before bed. He couldn’t escape his feelings for you if he tried. Months of admiring you under the guise of strictly friendship was starting to eat away at his self-discipline, though. It became harder to leave you alone. 

His attempts to be close to you in any way possible were becoming bolder. Playfully swinging an arm around your shoulder so he could be close to you and smell your shampoo. Offering his hoodie when he could see you were cold so that he could fall asleep with his face in it after you gave it back. Even Logan himself understood he bordered on being a total creep, balancing on the thin line between that and what he understood to be infatuation. He’d still let you push him over into either side, regardless. 

Things got so much worse - or better? - for Logan when you both found out you’d be in the mansion, alone, for the weekend. Someone had to stay back and help with the kids while the others completed a mission and you were always quick to volunteer your free time to help - another thing he loved about you. He volunteered the second you did, of course, earning an amused eye roll from Scott. It didn’t take a genius to see he liked you - you were just blinded by the idea that he couldn’t possibly see you as more than a friend and colleague.

“So, what are we thinkin’ for this weekend? Mario kart tournament? Guitar Hero battle? We’ve got to think of something to keep the little creatures entertained,” you chatted with Logan as you walked side by side down the corridor. He always found it amusing when you called them that.

“Maybe we can give ‘em each a gameboy and just lock ‘em in their rooms for the weekend.”

“Wouldn’t that be nice? Oh, maybe we can trick them into cleaning something.”

“You want to try to trick a group of kids with mutant abilities? You know some of them are telepathic, right?”

“Well,” you realized he was right and tucked your bottom lip between your teeth, “there goes that idea.”

“We’ll figure something out.”

He wanted to give helpful input or ideas, he really did, but he couldn’t get the idea of being alone with you out of his mind. You’d been alone together, yeah - on missions, errands, doing whatever - but never at home. Never in a place where you both had bedrooms - where there was even a possibility of anything. 

In order for there to even begin to be a possibility that something would come out of being alone with you, though, he reminded himself he actually had to be able to confess his feelings to you first. 

He was lost in thought, so much so that he didn’t notice you had asked him something until you had to snap your fingers in front of his face to get his attention.

“Earth to Howlett,” you giggled, “anybody there?”

“Hm? Yeah, yeah. Just tired.”

“Didn’t hear what I said?”

He pursed his lips and you understood that to be an answer before he even opened his mouth.

“I asked you to go gather some of the kids and figure out if they have any ideas for something to do.”

“Got it.”

A little while later, you met with him in the living room. You each had a gaggle of children behind you.

“Okay, everybody sit,” Logan instructed, but they were all chatting far too loud with each other to even hear him.

“Sit!” you yelled.

Instantly, every child in the room found a seat and went completely silent with their attention to you.

“Thank you,” you sighed, “alright, who wants to go with me?”

About half the room raised their hands.

“Okay, who wants to go with Logan?”

The other half of the room raised their hands.

“I guess that works out,” Logan shrugged. 

He let the kids drag him off to do whatever it was they would decide on while you stayed with yours.

After maybe fifteen minutes of back and forth amongst the children, the majority decided on baking treats.

“Really?” you were a little surprised when they told you because of how simple you assumed the task would be, “Awesome! Everybody in the kitchen.”

You thought you’d give the kids the box mixes of muffins and cupcakes as well as a couple of logs of frozen cookie dough and they’d take it from there. Unfortunately, that was not what happened.

Ten minutes into the activity, you were already having to clean cake batter off the walls and flour off the floor.

“Oh, nope - no, no raw egg, I already told you that! Spit it out, spit, go,” you scolded one of the kids and directed him to the sink when you saw him crack an egg directly into his mouth.

“Dear god,” you muttered under your breath.

Another little girl yelled your name and you turned around. One of the bowls of raw batter was in the air.

You sighed and rubbed your temples.

“Teddy. Put it down, now” you knew exactly which one of them was the troublemaker.

The child in question was smiling wide.

“If you say so, miss.”

The bowl instantly dropped with a loud echo and its contents splattered everywhere.

You wiped a glob of batter off of your cheek.

“Okay,” you took a deep breath, “Teddy, you’re going to clean all of that up or you’re spending the weekend in your room. Everyone else, if you pull anything like that, you’re doing the same. Got it?”

The children nodded and agreed in synchronization.

“Good.”

From then on, things seemingly went pretty smoothly.

You were chatting with a group of girls and helping them ice some of the cupcakes when one of them insisted she had to ask you a question.

“What do you do when you like somebody? Like…really like someone.”

She was one of the older girls, Alice, who was probably around seventeen. She looked away nervously and you smiled.

“Why? Do you really like somebody?” you lightly teased. You didn’t want to embarrass her, of course, but you thought it was cute that she came to you to ask.

“Yes!” one of the younger girls answered for her, leaning in to whisper to the group, “she likes Teddy.”

“Shut up!” Alice hissed, throwing one of the plastic whisks in her direction without actually lifting a finger, “I do not!”

“You write ‘A+T’ on everything!” the younger girl retorted, snickering.

“Okay, okay - leave her be,” you instructed, turning your attention back to the girl beside you, “I think when you really like somebody, you should tell them. It’s easier said than done, but you’ll feel so much better after you’ve done something about it instead of bottling up your feelings.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. Trust me, anything worth doing is scary. The worst thing that can happen is that they don’t feel the same way, and if that’s the case - there's plenty of people you’ll love in your lifetime.”

Alice nodded and exchanged amused expressions with her friend that sat on the other side of her.

“What?” you asked, laughing a little and looking between the two of them.

“So, is that what you did with Professor Logan?”

The both of them raised their eyebrows and giggled.

“W- um,” you cleared your throat, “what?”

“Oh, come on!” Alice rolled her eyes, “we may be kids, but we’re not blind.”

You narrowed your eyes at them and bit the inside of your cheek with your hand on your hip. After a moment of thought, you leaned down and spoke in a whisper.

“Not a word to him, understand? I swear, I’ll fail you both.”

“He likes you, you know,” Alice said, wiggling her eyebrows, “we can definitely tell.”

“Sure, he does,” you replied in a sarcastic tone and scoffed.

You’d had feelings for Logan for so long that you thought you’d learned to hide it well. Apparently not.

You considered him to be one of your closest friends. He playfully teased you on a regular basis, stayed up late to talk with you for hours, even held you when you cried - things good friends do. But his touch lingered when you brushed hands, you often caught him staring and he always stood so close to you - all little signs that made you feel as though there could possibly be something more. You figured that you were so close that if he really felt anything for you, though, he would’ve been direct and honest with you.

If only these two girls knew how you felt, you weren’t too nervous about it getting back to him. Kids started rumors all the time, you knew he’d take it with a grain of salt if one of them was bold enough to tell him.

You hadn’t considered how quick kids could be, though.

Logan was outside with his gaggle of kids, passing around a basketball with some of them while the others occupied themselves in the grass. The hot sun beating down on them was enough to make them sweat on its own but combined with the physical activity, it wasn’t long before everyone needed a break.

Logan sat on the grass to catch his breath, leaning back on his hands. Almost as soon as he sat down, one of the boys who had been playing sat across from him with two of his other friends.

“Hey,” he greeted them, squinting in the sun.

“I’ve got a question,” one of them said directly. He was probably about nine or ten.

“Alright,” he nodded, “shoot.”

“What do you do if you really like a girl?”

He quirked an eyebrow.

“You like a girl?”

“I never said that.”

“He does,” one of the boy’s friends interjected, “he’s always teasing her.”

“Shut up!” he replied and punched the other boy in the arm.

“Okay, listen,” Logan started, leaning forward, “first, you can’t tease a girl just ‘cause you like her. That’s not cool. If anything, it’ll make her dislike you.”

The boy furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and tilted his head. He brought up your name in a curious tone.

“How come you do it to her, then? You like her and you do it.”

Logan feigned a confused expression.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, kid.”

“Dude,” one of the other boys raised his eyebrows.

“Dude,” Logan mocked him, “zip it.”

“Is that a yes?”

“ ‘Yes’ to what?”

“You like her.”

“No.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Nu-uh.”

“Yes.”

“Kid, I’m losin’ patience,” He huffed, taking a sip from his water bottle.

The young boy shrugged, “she likes you back, you know.”

He choked on his water and coughed, taking a moment to catch his breath. One of the other boys reached over and patted him on the back.

“Just went down the wrong way,” Logan wheezed, but none of them bought the excuse. His chest felt tight when he thought about the possibility of you liking him in any capacity that was more than friends.

“Anyway,” he continued with a deep breath, “If you like a girl, you should be nice to her. Bring her flowers, tell her she’s pretty - the classic stuff.”

“Gross,” the boy cringed.

He laughed and shook his head.

“So, did you give her flowers?”

“Who?”

The boy said your name again and Logan sighed.

“Bub, we work together - it’s not like that, alright?”

“Then why do you stare at her all the time?”

He pursed his lips and one of the boys stifled a laugh.

“I think she’s pretty,” he admitted, “I can look at her, that doesn’t mean I like her like that.”

They all giggled and began singing the k-i-s-s-i-n-g rhyme with your name and Logan’s.

“Okay,” he stood, crossing his arms, “if you three don't shut your mouths, I’m gonna hang each of you from a flag pole by your underwear.”

They all shuddered and didn’t say another word.

Later in the evening, all of the kids gathered in the living room to have a movie night. They were crowded on and around the couch with some on the floor or on bean bags. The coffee table was littered with popcorn, muffins and half eaten cookies. You were tucked into the corner of the couch with Logan, a fuzzy blanket draped over both your knees. Your eyes were focused on the movie but he noticed you shiver and draped his arm around your shoulder to pull you into him.

“You cold?”

“A little bit,” you answered honestly and pulled the blanket up further but he immediately unzipped his sweatshirt and held it out for you to put on.

“Logan -”

“Sh,” he held the sweatshirt open for you to put your arms through the sleeves, “take it.”

You sighed and obeyed, turning so you could do as he asked and shrug it on. When he saw you looking so cozy in his sweatshirt, he couldn’t help but tug you back into his side with his arm around you. He could hear your heart beat faster than it had before and he smiled to himself. Sometimes he thought you could feel the same way he did, but never wanted to get his hopes up. Neither you nor Logan could take your own advice that you’d given to the kids.

Somewhere in the middle of the movie, you positioned yourself to lay on your back with your legs over his lap and a pillow tucked under your head. By the time the film ended, you were fast asleep. Logan instructed the kids to take themselves to bed and they dispersed to do as they were told. A couple of them snickered as they passed by, seeing your legs on his lap while you snored softly.

When they had all disappeared from the room, he couldn’t help himself from taking a moment to just admire you. You looked so peaceful with your lips slightly parted and your eyes closed. You had the blanket tucked up to your chin with the sleeves of his sweatshirt covering your hands. He hesitantly reached over to swipe a strand of hair from your forehead and let his hand softly graze your cheek. He leaned down and tenderly planted a gentle kiss on your cheek, becoming enamored with the smell of your perfume that overwhelmed his senses.

“I really do wish I could tell you how much I love you,” he whispered as quietly as possible when he pulled away from you. He sighed and hooked one arm under your knees and the other around your back so he could stand with you against his chest. He began to walk with you to the stairs, pressing his lips into the top of your head every now and then. You sleepily mumbled nonsense into his shirt, pressing your face into his chest and softly giggling from the pleasant feeling of the warm cotton.

“You’re real tired, huh, darlin’?” he whispered as he climbed up the stairs with you in his arms, but you were silent again. When he finally got to your room, he opened the door and laid you gently into your bed. You immediately made yourself comfortable with your knees curled up to your chest. He tucked your comforter over you and you began to snore again, indicating you were probably out for good. It wasn’t a surprise that handling rowdy kids all day had made you exhausted.

Again, he stood for a second to watch you. He wanted so badly to just crawl into bed with you, wrap his arms around you and hold you to his chest while you both fell asleep. Your room smelled so much like you that he imagined your bed probably smelled even more heavenly. He wanted to bury his face in your pillows and be nearly sedated from the fragrance of your hair. He wanted to be surrounded and swallowed by you.

Well aware that his behavior of watching you sleep was weird at best, he turned to leave your room. As he did, though, his eyes caught something that made his palms start to sweat. Directly on top of your dirty laundry basket, like a cherry on top of a sundae, was a red, lacy pair of panties. 

He knew it was wrong. He knew it was perverted. Would you notice if they were gone? Would you suspect him at all? Still, he couldn’t help himself.

He picked up the soft fabric and looked back to be sure you were still asleep. Knowing you were, he held the garment up and suppressed a moan. They were nearly see-through. He pressed the gusset of the panties up to his nose and thought his knees might give out. He knew it was bad, so bad, and yet, he folded them and shoved them into his back pocket. He went back to give you another gentle kiss on the forehead and left your room, shutting the door behind him.

When he got out into the hallway, he could already feel himself stiffening in his jeans. He got to his room as quickly as he could, locked the door and instantly kicked his shoes off and undid his belt. He took your panties out of his pocket, tossed them onto his sheets and shucked off his jeans. He crawled into bed and picked the garment back up, pressing his nose to the fabric so he could smell you again. He could already feel himself leaking in his boxers from just smelling you. He imagined what you’d taste like if you let him have you, if you let him trace every inch of you with his tongue until you were begging him for more. The image of your head thrown back in ecstasy while you squished his face between your thighs filled his mind and his eyes fluttered closed. He reached down with his other hand to stroke himself over the fabric of his boxers for a second of relief. He got so hard when he thought of you that it almost became painful at times. 

When he thought he’d teased himself enough, he finally dragged his boxers down his thighs so that his hard cock could slap onto his stomach. He swore under his breath at the relief of being free from the confines of his underwear. With your panties in his other hand, he had an ingenious idea.

He wrapped the soft red fabric around the base of his cock while his hand guided it up and down. He was enraptured by the idea that by fucking a pair of your worn panties and brushing his cock along the same fabric that had been soaked with your slick, it was like being able to be with you in some way. He told himself that when he arranged the gusset of the panties to sit right on the head of his cock, his hips twitching up to press himself into the fabric with a groan. It was maybe the closest he’d ever get to the real thing. He imagined the soft fabric he was pressing himself into was your cunt, that you were dragging your wet folds along the length of him. He imagined what it might feel like to run his hands over your soft skin and be able to touch you how he wanted. He began to pump himself again with the panties in his fist, messily fucking into his hand and leaking on to the same fabric he knew you had been in. He panted while he continued his movements, squeezing his eyes shut so he could picture you with your hands on his chest as you rode him. He could see your messy hair framing your gorgeous face and your tits bouncing above him while he jerked his hips up into you eagerly. The repeated movement was intoxicating. He was nearly drooling from how rapidly his mind was racing with thoughts of you - spread out in his bed or sitting in his lap or up against a wall - anything about you spurred him on. It took less than five minutes for him to be spilling all over his hand and stomach with a growl, the fabric of your panties damp with his release.

He groaned in frustration at the mess he made, taking off his shirt to clean himself off and tucking the panties under his pillow. He really did feel guilty - maybe he could get them in the wash without you noticing so he could plant them somewhere back in your room. For now, though, he was definitely keeping them. He ended up falling asleep that night with the fabric balled up in his fist.

The next day - to avoid a repeat of the overwhelming mess you had to clean yesterday -  you assigned some of the older kids to help keep an eye on the younger ones. You meant to wake up early to do so but you’d clearly slept in, standing barefoot in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in your hand. You were still in your pajama pants and Logan’s sweatshirt. 

He couldn’t help but smile when he came down and saw you wearing it, the gray sleeves hanging off your shoulders.

“I’m never gonna get that back, huh?”

His voice caught your attention and you turned around, smiling wide when you saw him step into the kitchen. He was already dressed in his tank and blue jeans.

“Oh, did you want it back?” you raised your eyebrows, “ ‘cause you're definitely not gettin’ it.”

You shot him a mischievous smile and his heart felt like it would beat out of his chest. He felt a pang of guilt seeing your beautiful face while knowing he did such filthy things to the thought of you. 

When you turned back around to look at the group of kids, half of them were whispering behind their hands and giggling while looking between the two of you.

“What?” you laughed a little and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Nothing!” a few of them shouted in unison and you narrowed your eyes.

One of the younger boys, the one who talked to Logan the day before, raised his hand. He had a smug expression on his face when he made eye contact with him. Logan figured he knew what he was up to almost instantly.

“I know what it is!” the boy waved.

“Oh?” you looked at him expectantly.

Some of the other kids around him snickered.

“Professor Logan said he thinks you're pretty.”

You immediately turned to Logan, who was adorably red in the face - you couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or anger, though. You were biting down a smile, your face warm from the compliment. 

“Well,” you cleared your throat and spoke under your breath to Logan, “thank you.”

You were grinning uncontrollably now and the kids started to giggle again when they took notice.

“Okay, alright, enough - any ideas of what we wanna do today?” you finally asked.

Much to your surprise, they all shouted the same thing in unison. 

“Pool!”

You and Logan exchanged amused looks.

“Alright,” you nodded, “that was weirdly easy.”

“Get ready and meet back here in twenty minutes,” Logan instructed, “not a single one of you leaves without us, understood?”

They nodded and mumbled in agreement before excitedly running in different directions.

“So,” you were the first one to address the elephant left in the room, “you think I’m pretty, huh?”

“I, uh-“ he stuttered, trying to think if it was better to be honest or blame it on a rumor, “yeah, ‘course.”

He replied as if the answer was obvious. His face was sincere and you resented how much your face obviously showed you were giddy.

You laughed a little and the sound was replaced with silence. You chewed the inside of your cheek before speaking, unsure if you should even bring up what you were about to say. 

“You know, one of the girls told me something kind of funny yesterday,” you chuckled nervously and kept your gaze on the counter before you spoke again, “I don’t know why, but I guess some of the kids have it in their heads that you and I have a thing for each other or something.”

He froze where he stood. Well, telling the kids he thought you were pretty certainly wasn’t going to quell that theory.

“Uh, I - yeah, really weird, no idea where that came from,” he stuttered, scratching the back of his neck.

“Oh, me neither - me neither. I just - it was funny, is all.”

“Yeah, you know, kids love stories,” he nodded, “I’m, uh - I’m gonna go change.”

“Oh, right, yeah. Go ahead, I’ll meet you back here.”

That interaction bordered on being painful. 

You finished the rest of your coffee and went upstairs to your room to change. You picked out a two piece bathing suit and put shorts and a loose shirt over it before heading back down.

You waited patiently for the kids - and Logan - to come down and they were all ready within fifteen minutes. 

“Okay,” you fixed your sunglasses atop your head and clapped your hands together, “some ground rules before we go - no pushing, no running, no diving and if one of you drains the pool again, we’re all going back inside. Everybody got it?”

They agreed and you were laying in the sun minutes later, trying your best to keep an eye on everyone at once.

“Are you gonna go in?” you asked Logan, nodding towards the pool of kids playing Marco Polo.

He shrugged, looking down at his swim trunks.

“Maybe, but not until there’s at least less than fifteen of ‘em in there at once.”

You laughed and nodded, standing up from your chair. 

“Well, I’m sweatin’ my ass off - I’m going in,” you explained and pulled your shirt over your head. 

He sighed and watched you kick off your shorts. The swimsuit you were in was appropriate, of course - you were supervising kids - but just seeing so much of your skin made his mouth water. He thought about undoing the little ties on the side of your hips. He thought about your thighs, too - how soft they looked, how good he knew he could make you feel. He felt like he’d been blessed by luck just from looking at you, like it was a privilege to even stare.

His eyes followed your legs as you made your way to the edge of the pool. You jumped in and emerged from the surface of the water in seconds with your wet hair clinging to your face. He knew his staring was obvious but he just couldn’t help himself.  Preoccupied with staring, he never saw the inflatable beach ball coming before it hit him in the side of his face.

“Get in the pool!” one of the boys shouted at him and Logan picked up the inflatable ball, throwing it back into the water.

“Not feelin’ it right now.”

“Chicken!”

A couple of the boys started chanting the nickname and pumping their fists in the air.

“Chicken! Chicken! Chicken!”

He rolled his eyes and stood from his seat. The boys cheered as he took off his shirt.

You heard a couple of the older girls near you gasp and giggle excitedly. You followed their gaze to see Logan taking off his shirt and you laughed at their reaction - as if you didn’t feel the same way internally. One of them groaned and turned to you.

“You’re so lucky.”

“Lucky?”

A couple of the girls around you nodded.

“Yes!” she spoke again, “he stares at you, like, all the time.”

You rolled your eyes, “again with this? Guys, I don’t know what you think is happening but Logan’s my coworker - we’re friends.”

“Mhm,” one of them hummed suspiciously with a smirk, “sure, you are.”

“He was literally just staring at you,” another pointed out, nodding towards him.

He was already in the pool when you turned back to look at him, his wet hair dripping in front of his face. He was laughing with one of the younger kids sitting on his shoulders.

“I think you girls see what you want to,” you insisted and shook your head, “hey, if he ever tells me he likes me like that, I’ll let you skip your end of year test.”

The girls chattered excitedly amongst each other at your promise and eventually forgot about the subject.

You finally got out of the pool for good after about an hour or two, wrapping yourself in a towel and sitting back in your chair. Logan followed suit shortly after. You tried your best to keep your eyes off his body but god was it hard when he was dripping wet and looked so damn good. The trail of hair that started under his navel and went all the way down into the front of his shorts made you want to bang your head against a wall. Not to mention that when you looked at the front of his wet shorts, you could see the outline of his-

“Damn.”

You brought your attention back to his face when he spoke and followed his gaze to the ground. The shirt he had been wearing was completely soaked - collateral damage from a water gun battle. 

“I can run in and get you another shirt,” you shrugged and stood from your chair, slipping your shorts over your legs. 

“I can go -“

“Logan, it’s okay,” you insisted, “I have to grab a couple more towels anyway, just keep an eye on the kids while I’m gone.”

He put his hands up in defeat and slumped back into his chair, “they’re in the second drawer in my dresser.”

You simply nodded and slipped on your sandals, walking away. 

When you finally got back inside, you trudged up the stairs and down the hall to Logan’s room. You smiled to yourself when you cracked the door open. The whole room smelled just like his cologne. You found his dresser and immediately took notice of the little trinkets on top. One you recognized was a tiny plastic toy you’d taken out of your McDonalds happy meal months and months ago. You remembered giggling and handing it over to him, saying it was his early Christmas gift.

Another was a strip of photos you had taken in a booth on a field trip with the kids to the zoo. You picked it up and flipped it around, only to read your name and the date scribbled in Logan’s handwriting. Underneath was ‘It’ll always be you.’, written in black ink. You furrowed your eyebrows and flipped the photo strip back around. The first couple photos you remembered well - Logan’s arm around your shoulder in one, your tongues sticking out in another, but the last photo stuck out to you more than you remembered.

You were beaming at the camera, your shoulders tensed up while you leaned on him. Logan, though, wasn’t looking towards the camera. His eyes were on you, a small smile stuck on his face. Something about it made your chest hurt.

You sighed and put the photo strip down, remembering what you were here for. You opened the drawer he told you his shirts would be in and grabbed one before promptly pushing it shut. As you turned to leave, though, something in his bed caught your eye. You stopped in your tracks. There was a piece of red, lacy fabric sticking out from under his pillow. You really shouldn’t look through anything of his, you knew that, but you still couldn’t help yourself. The pattern of lace looked oddly familiar. You timidly lifted the pillow and your heart stopped. It was a pair of panties.

The lace looked familiar because they were your panties.

You picked them up and held them in disbelief. You remembered them being on top of your laundry when you saw them last. When you woke up this morning, though, you didn’t remember seeing them at all. Meaning, when he carried you up to your room last night, he must have pocketed them.

You felt the fabric between your fingers and recognized what had dried into it.

“No way,” you gasped, a shocked but amused smile on your face, “no fucking way. No way.”

You were giggling uncontrollably and staring at the garment in your hands.

“No way,” you repeated, whispering to yourself under your breath, “he jacked off in my fucking underwear.”

You probably should’ve been disgusted or creeped out or both, you knew that, but finding out a guy you had feelings for had been jacking off - assumably to you - with your panties felt like a win. Now that you’d put two and two together - the writing on the back of the photo and your panties hidden under his pillow - you figured you’d have to make some sort of plan to approach him about it. You stuffed them into your pocket and returned to the pool with more towels and Logan’s t-shirt. It was nearly impossible to pretend for the rest of the day that you’d never found what you did.

Once everyone had finished dinner that night and dispersed to get themselves ready for bed, you were left alone in the hallway with him.

“Today was fun,” you admitted, “even if my hair stinks like chlorine.”

“It doesn’t smell too bad,” he insisted and pressed his nose to the top of your head without a second thought, “just like summer.”

You found yourself feeling warm when he was so close to you. You cleared your throat nervously and found yourself staring up at him in silence when he pulled away.

“I’m, uh…I’m gonna go take a shower,” he mumbled with his eyes still locked on yours, “but I had a lot of fun today, too. I liked hangin’ out with you so much this weekend.”

“Me too,” you replied instantly, “we’ll have to spend more time together soon.”

There was a flirtatious tone to your voice that made him sweat, but he figured he was looking too much into it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked.

“See you tomorrow, bub,” you giggled a little, turning on your heel and walking to your room.

He sighed and watched you walk away. When he finally went off to his room, he decided his shower was definitely going to be a cold one.

You were pacing in your room as he got to his, your arms crossed as you tried to think of what the hell to do. You had to do something to make some kind of move. You were stuck until your last conversation with him replayed in your mind.

I’m gonna go take a shower.

You stopped pacing and got into your own shower as fast as you could. You threw on a pair of sweatpants and the sweatshirt you had borrowed from Logan the night before - except you wore nothing underneath.

You were knocking on his door minutes later, nervously rocking back and forth on your heels.

When he answered the door, he had only a towel around his waist.

“Uh,” your eyes immediately fell to his torso, “hi.”

“Hey,” he laughed a little when he noticed you weren’t looking him in the eye, “you need somethin’?”

You swallowed hard.

“Just wanna talk to you for a sec,” you answered.

He stepped aside to let you in and closed his bedroom door behind you.

“One minute,” he told you, stepping back into his bathroom and closing the door to get dressed. When he disappeared out of view, you reached behind you to click the lock on his doorknob.

“Everything okay, sweetheart?”

You couldn’t help smiling at the nickname, your stomach erupting in butterflies as he reemerged in sweatpants and no shirt.

“Uh, yeah, everythings great - I just had a question.”

You reminded yourself you had to be confident when you approached him. He sat on the edge of his bed and you tentatively stepped forward to stand in front of his open legs. He raised his eyebrows expectantly. You could tell that he seemed a little nervous.

“Logan,” you bit down a smile, “if I asked you something, you’d be honest with me - wouldn’t you?”

He shot you a confused look but nodded anyway.

“Yeah, of course I would.”

“Mhm,” you hummed and reached into the pocket of your sweatshirt, “so, why did I find these under your pillow?”

You dangled the piece of red lacy fabric in front of his face and he went pale and wide eyed.

“Shit.”

You were smiling like you’d won the lottery.

“I- I can explain, uh, about that -“ he was stuttering but you cut him short.

“Can you? Because what it looks like is that you took my panties out of my laundry.”

He was surprised you didn’t sound mad or disgusted. You were smiling, like this was entertaining.

“Uh…” his words caught in his throat and he coughed, “I, um, I wasn’t…I wasn’t-“

“Baby,” you said softly, leaning down and putting a hand on his knee, “it’s okay.”

You could feel his muscles tense under your touch and his eyes darted from yours to your hand and then back up again. He felt lightheaded.

“If you wanted these so bad, you could’ve said something, you know,” you muttered, still dangling the fabric in front of him.

“Yeah, right,” he said sarcastically and scoffed in an attempt to play cool, “ ‘cause you would’ve just given ‘em to me.”

“Well,” you stood straight again and held the panties in front of you so you could feign that you were inspecting them, “I would’ve let you do a lot more than jack off into my underwear.”

He looked absolutely mortified in a way you’d never seen before at the realization that you figured out exactly what he did with them.

“Aw, don’t be shy, sweetheart, it’s okay,” you cooed and got down on your knees in front of him, resting your elbows on his lap, “you just wanted me so bad that you thought fucking my panties was all you’d ever get, huh? Am I right?”

Your near mocking tone already had him growing hard underneath his sweatpants. He was almost sure he was having a wet dream.

Still, he found himself slowly nodding in agreement. 

“Wanted you so bad,” he finally admitted. His breathing was shaky.

“Do you still want me?” you asked, but he was nodding again before you even finished the question. Your chest swelled with pride and you were more than confident now in your approach. You gently held his face in your hands and you could see he was quickly turning red.

“Logan.”

“Hm?”

He was far too enraptured by you to actually say anything.

“Kiss me.”

His lips parted in surprise, thinking he must’ve misheard you. You dominantly held his chin when he didn’t move.

“I said kiss me,” you repeated in a firm voice and he groaned and gave in to temptation, hungrily mashing his lips against yours. It was loving and needy at the same time. He was eager to get his tongue in your mouth but his lips were soft and he was so gentle with you. He cradled your face in his hands just as you had done. It was a good while before either of you pulled away, too lost in the feeling of each other.

“What’d you think about when you did it?” you asked when you disconnected your lips. You cradled the back of his neck with your hands and he was practically melting from your touch.

“Hm?” Logan was so overwhelmed in the best way possible that he hadn’t even heard you speak - he was still reeling just from realizing you weren’t going to scold him for what he’d done and actually seemed to like it so much that you kissed him.

“What did you think about when you touched yourself for me?”

He couldn’t help the groan that escaped his lips from hearing you talk to him like that.

You giggled a little, amused by how little it took to have him half hard already. 

“Thought about - thought about bein’ able to fuck you,” he inhaled deeply, “thought about you on top of me and how beautiful you are.”

His complete honesty and the genuine compliment made your heart flutter.

“Oh, so you’d want me on top?” you inquired and slowly inched a hand from his knee towards the top of his thigh.

“Uh,” he closed his eyes and took another deep breath, as if he was imagining it at that very moment, “god, yeah.”

You were smiling so wide that your cheeks hurt. You had a wicked idea that had you wet just thinking it.

“Show me what you did with them.”

You dropped the panties directly onto the growing bulge under his sweatpants. He parted his lips in surprise and you sat back on your heels, waiting patiently.

“You - you wanna watch while…fuck,” he was panting and you hadn’t even touched him yet. 

You nodded and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. He felt like he was on fire. 

“C’mon, pretty boy,” you mercifully placed a hand over the front of his sweatpants and his hips instinctively ground towards your touch, “for me?”

He nodded frantically, eagerly hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his pants and boxers as he lifted his hips so he could pull them down his thighs. When his cock sprung free from the confines of his clothing, your mouth started to water - he was huge. You had to remind yourself not to just give in - that you wanted to make him work for it.

“Here,” you dangled the pair of parties that had fallen to the floor in front of him.

He excitedly wrapped the fabric around his cock, closing his fist over it to pump himself. You watched in awe as he whined and whimpered from barely touching himself, his eyes never leaving yours. He was stroking himself at a slow pace, beads of precum forming at the tip and dribbling over his hand. As dirty as his actions were, you thought he looked like he could be the subject of a painting in a museum - head thrown back in bliss, his features painted by the golden yellow light of the lamp on his nightstand and his chest heaving as he panted.

“So good for me,” you said in a low volume and he groaned, “does it feel good, baby?”

He twitched in his fist and you could tell that your praise had him making a mess in his hand.

“Feels really fucking good,” he moaned and you had to resist the urge to nudge his hand away and replace it with yours. You wanted to taste him, even if it was just one swipe of your tongue over the head of his cock. You imagined that he tasted like his kiss.

“I thought about you too, you know,” you cocked your head and wet your lips.

“You did?” 

He seemed genuinely surprised, the motion of his hand only faltering a little.

“Of course,” you smirked, “Do you wanna know what I thought about?”

“Please,” he pleaded instantly, “I wanna know.”

“I thought about your pretty face, how good I think you’d fuck me.”

He groaned and leaned back on the elbow of his other arm.

“I think about you all the time,” you admitted with your eyes flickering between his face and his hand, “I think about riding you with your hands on my ass. I think about how much I’d love the scratchiness of your beard on my thighs if you ate me out.”

He was panting and whining every time you made a confession. You could see how desperate he was becoming and it turned you on beyond belief. With his eyes still on you, you began to unzip the front of your - his - sweatshirt at an agonizingly slow pace. The further you pulled the zipper down, the more he realized there was nothing underneath.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he loudly groaned before you even opened the front of the garment.

“I love how easy it is to rile you up,” you said truthfully.

“ ‘s not gonna be hard. I’ve been obsessed with you for a while.”

That was the first time he’d said it out loud - that he even liked you, yes, but it was the first time he’d used the word obsessed to describe what it was he felt for you.

“Obsessed with me, huh?” you asked softly as you began to shrug off the sweatshirt, “I can tell.”

You thought he was nearly going to finish just from seeing your bare chest. His hips jerked towards his hand and he squeezed his eyes shut while his jaw hung open. He moaned your name and you felt like you’d heard an angel sing.

“So - you’re so perfect,” he stuttered, opening his eyes and raking them up and down your body.

“You think so?”

You really just loved to hear him talk in between grunting and moaning your name.

“ ‘Course,” He nodded frantically, “I stare at you all the time, can’t take my eyes off you.”

That, you knew, but again - you still loved to hear him say it aloud.

“Love your voice, your hair,” he continued and nodded towards the sweatshirt that was now loosely hanging from your arms, “I gave you my sweatshirt so it’d smell like you when ya’ gave it back.”

“Really?” you slowly stood and he sat up straight, “I borrow them because they smell like you.”

It was the honest truth and you noticed his thigh start to shake the second the words slipped out of your mouth. Standing in front of him as he sat on the bed made him eye level with your chest and he couldn’t take his eyes off you. You held his face in your hands and he looked up into your eyes like he saw the world in them.

“Do you wanna touch ‘em, sweetheart?” you asked in a soft voice and he nodded, “go ahead.”

The second you said the word ‘go’, he already had his free hand on the small of your back, holding you closer while he latched his mouth onto one of your nipples. 

You let out a small whimper and he growled into your flesh, his tongue swirling and sucking.

“Logan,” you sighed his name and threaded your fingers through his hair.

“F-mm, fuck, can’t - can’t go sayin’ my name like that,” he swallowed hard and buried his face in your chest.

“You like it when I say your name, Logan?”

He groaned loudly, leaving wet open mouthed kisses. You could see the drool gathering in the counter of his mouth. He was moaning and whimpering into the soft flesh, feeling himself get closer and closer to the edge.

“ ‘m gonna come too fast if you fuckin’ do that again,” he tried to warn you but you swiped some hair out of his face. 

Maybe it wasn’t a good time to say it, but the three words that had been unspoken for so long threatened to escape your mouth when you had him like this. You tilted his head so he had to look you in the eyes.

“I love you, Logan.”

He growled animalistically, almost instantly cumming in his fist and making a mess of his lap and stomach while he rambled on.

“Love you - I love you so fuckin’ much,” he admitted, burying his face in your chest. He may have been embarrassed about coming so fast, but you were more than pleased that you made him finish so soon.

“Hey, maybe next time, you show me?” you asked and he raised his eyebrows.

“Next time? Oh, no,” his eyes were wide, like a kid in a candy store, “get on the bed.”

You almost told him to remember who was in charge, who made the demands, but you were far too excited to just be with him. You shrugged off his sweatshirt and laid on his bed. He crawled over to you after he cleaned himself up and pulled you in to kiss again. The warmth of your chest on his was intoxicating for him. His hands eagerly explored all the expanses of soft skin he had dreamed of touching, eventually stopping to rest one at the front of your sweatpants. Without hesitation, his fingers breached the elastic and he slid his hand down, only to realize you weren’t wearing anything underneath the sweatpants either.

“You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me, you know that?” he warned.

You playfully grinned, all the way up until you felt him drag two fingers right through your folds, sliding them up and down at a slow and steady pace.

“Logan,” you sighed, “fuck.”

He dragged the waistband of your sweatpants down and you kicked them off, leaving you as bare as he was. He sat back on his heels so he could take a good look at you. It was a tender moment in between passionate frenzies of hands and mouths.

“You’re everythin’ I ever dreamed of, you know,” he sighed and you could’ve cried from how sweet he was.

“Really?”

You were still enamored with each other, basking in the warmth of newly exposed skin. The air in the room was much different than it had been before, though. What felt like built up tension dissipated and was replaced by the excitement of getting to finally be with each other.

“Yes, really,” Logan replied in disbelief, as if even asking that was crazy, “you’re fucking beautiful.”

Even while he was sitting back on his heels, his thighs spread and his semi hard cock on full display, he still made you bashful with every compliment.

“You’re fucking hot, c’mere,” you eagerly reached up to press your lips to his and bring him down on top of you with your arms around his neck.

He moaned into your mouth and let you pull him down, reveling in the sensation of your hands moving to tug at his hair. 

“I wanna make you feel good,” he mumbled against your lips in between kisses while his hands kneaded the widest part of your thighs.

“You do,” you replied instantly, but he shook his head and pulled away a little.

“Uh-uh, I mean like this.”

Two of his fingers slipped between your folds again and found your clit instantly. He started lightly tracing circles around the bundle of nerves. Your back arched and you gasped, spreading your legs wider in an impossible attempt to somehow get more of him.

“Is that good?” he asked, eyes flickering from your face to your pussy and back again.

“It - ah - ‘s really good, you’re doing such a good job, baby,” you replied, whimpering when he started to trace his fingers even further down so that they could slip into you.

“You’re so fucking wet, Jesus,” he groaned, looking like he was going to faint just from the sight of his fingers becoming soaked when he thrusted them in and back out again. He moved himself a little further down the mattress to settle his face in between your thighs while he laid on his stomach. He wanted to watch you clench around his fingers up close and get a taste of what he’d been fantasizing about for so long.

“Logan,” you moaned softly when he curled his fingers, “think you - you’d feel so fucking good in me.”

He could feel himself already growing hard again against the mattress just from the words spilling from your lips. He was leaving hungry, open mouthed kisses from the inside of your thighs right up until his breath was fanning your aching cunt.

“Such a good boy,” you managed to pant while his fingers still worked at a relentless pace. His eyes were glued to where you were taking him, mesmerized by how wet you were and the noises you were making. 

You arched your back and whimpered when he pulled his fingers from you so he could spread your slick all the way up to your clit and circle around it.

“I know you wanna taste it, baby,” you noticed his intense stare, “go ahead.”

He retracted his fingers so he could spread you open with his thumbs, lay his tongue flat and lick you.

“Fucking Christ,” you swore when you felt the warm, wet heat of his tongue.

He moaned into you, grinding his hips down on the mattress for any sort of relief.

“Taste even better than I imagined,” he took a deep breath, “I think about this all the time.”

You couldn’t help the smug grin on your face, broken every now and then when a moan escaped your mouth.

“You get off thinking about eating my pussy?”

He hummed with his tongue still swiping up your cunt.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” you sighed, “what else do you think about, babe?”

Even just hearing the nickname from you was still enough to make his cock twitch.

“Like lookin’ at your legs,” he spoke in between licking and sucking, “thinkin’ about how soft your thighs would be around my head.”

You were turned on beyond belief when he confessed those things to you. Something about his devotion, how he’d do seemingly anything for you, ignited some kind of fire in the pit of your stomach. He even noticed how you immediately started to get even wetter.

“You like when I tell you stuff like that?” 

Your eyes were closed and your hips rolled forward to push yourself even further onto his fingers, even if he was already knuckle deep. You nodded in response, too distracted by the pleasure of having Logan’s tongue and fingers at the same time.

“I love watchin’ your hips when you walk” he muttered against you, “thinkin’ about getting to hold ‘em while you ride me.”

There was no way you could be turned on any more than you were. You were moaning and whimpering into a pillow when you started to get so loud that you feared someone would hear you. Logan looked up and smiled to himself, satisfied that he could touch you so right that you had to muffle the sound of your moans.

“I look at your tits a lot when you talk to me,” he started again, knowing how much you seemed to like it, “can’t help it, always thinkin’ about gettin’ to touch ‘em and put ‘em in my mouth.”

“I - fuck - I wear low cut stuff on purpose so you’ll stare,” you gasped, “wanted you to think about me.”

“God, I do, all the time,” he groaned before making obscene wet noises while he buried his face in your pussy. 

“I want you to fuck me so bad,” you confessed, “need to feel you inside me.”

He growled into you and muttered his response.

“I wanna make you cum on my face, first. I’ve been dreaming about it forever. After, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”

“Whatever I want?”

“Mhm.”

Your head was swimming with all the ideas of what you could do to him. It pushed you even further towards your orgasm.

Logan was curling his fingers to repeatedly hit the same spot inside you and your legs started to shake. He could feel you tighten around his fingers, pulsing around him.

“Fuck, are you close? Please, c’mon, cum for me,” he pleaded in a desperate voice, still mumbling against your throbbing pussy. 

Hearing his voice beg for your release was enough for it to come, crashing over you in waves while you tugged on his hair to angle his mouth.

“Love you, I love how you touch me,” you confessed while catching your breath, “I’ve never been with anyone who’s been able to make me cum like that.”

Unfortunately, it was the truth. You’d been eaten out before, of course, but no one you had been with had actually thought about your needs in that way and if they did, they lick everywhere but where you wanted them. Logan was a different story. He’d eat you like you were the last thing he’d ever taste in his life. He buried his face in your pussy till you squirmed, as if he was starving. He worshiped the spot between your thighs - it was a privilege to even see you, never mind taste you. Tasting you on his tongue was something he’d been craving for so long.

“I love you,” he replied when he finally detached his mouth from your cunt, his chin and cheeks covered in you, “no one’s ever done that for you before?”

“Not till I came, no,” you answered kind of sheepishly.

He crawled up so he was above you again and kissed you, swirling his tongue in your mouth so you could taste yourself. 

“Get used to it,” he smiled and held himself up on his forearms, “I wanna do that every night.”

Your pussy was already throbbing again when he presented the idea. You were immediately lost in thought, imagining him between your thighs all over again, maybe while you’re sitting on your desk or riding his pretty face. You were brought back to reality when you felt the weight of Logan’s hard, leaking cock on your thigh. You looked down and raised your eyebrows.

“How are you hard again? Not that I mind.”

He laughed a little.

“Uh, you know the regenerative thing? It applies to all of me.”

“Wow,” you whispered unintentionally, “holy shit, am I lucky.”

“Nah,” he replied immediately, tenderly holding your face in one hand, “I’m the lucky one. I got the girl of my dreams in my bed.”

The more he sweet talked, the more you wanted to absolutely fuck him till you broke the bed frame.

“Logan?”

“Mhm.”

“Remember when you said you’d let me do whatever I want to you?”

He took a deep breath and nodded his head, almost shaking from the anticipation of being your toy.

“Lay on your back,” you commanded and he did so immediately. 

You caught the way his hard cock twitched when you swung your legs over his and straddled his hips, your cunt right behind where he needed you. You rolled your hips the slightest bit, moving yourself forward to graze his balls first. His hips jerked when you did and his hands instantly came to your hips and waist, kneading the flesh and gripping you so hard he might leave fingerprint bruises, ones you’d love to have because they were his. His hands slithered all around your body - your thighs, hips, waist, tits, neck, face, arms - in an attempt to memorize every bit of you. His favorite part of your body, if he was really forced to choose, would probably be your hips, tummy, and thighs. He loved how soft you were to the touch, how he could use your thighs or hips as something to grab onto. Still, this felt unreal to both of you. You never would’ve thought Logan would ever see you as more than a friend, so finding your panties in his room was like a fantasy come to life.

You inched yourself up a little further to finally settle yourself at the base of Logan’s cock, granting him the littlest bit of relief. 

“You’re gonna feel so good inside of me,” you told him. He was so big that you were sure he probably wouldn’t have to put in much effort to have you cumming around him again. You almost drooled thinking of how it would feel to sink down on him for the first time, how amazing it would feel for him to stretch you out and fill you completely.

He looked like he was in a daze, his eyes glued to you.

“I wanna make you cum again,” he confessed, “I don’t even care if I don’t, I fuckin’ love getting you off.”

That sentence alone could have had you leaking onto him before he even got himself in you.

“You’ll cum,” you promised, “I’ll be sure of it.”

He inhaled sharply and watched you grind your hips up to finally slide yourself up the length of his cock. He whined, a sound that was music to your ears, and used his grip on your hips to eagerly push and pull you back and forth.

“Careful, Kitty,” you cooed, “you’re gonna finish before we even start if you keep doing that.

He groaned, loud, so loud it almost startled you.

“Oh,” you held a smug grin, “you like when I call you that, don’t you?”

He ground his hips up into you and you gasped when he slid you over the tip of his cock and back again.

“Yeah, yeah,” he panted, “please, fuck me, please.”

You leaned down with your hands holding you up on either side of his head.

“Do you think you’ve been good enough to deserve it?”

He nodded frantically. You almost thought you saw tears forming in the corner of his eyes.

“I’ll - I’ll do fucking anything, need you so bad,” he begged and you couldn’t resist him when he looked so gorgeous underneath you - a tall, brooding, muscular guy like him absolutely pussy drunk the second he saw you naked.

You reached down to line him up with your entrance, keeping your eyes locked on his. His hands slid up and down your thighs and hips as you started to sink down onto him. Barely even in you, you could see Logan was practically trembling.

He slid his hands to the back of your neck so he could pull you down for a kiss, slow and passionate in a way that made your heart feel like it would burst. With his lips still on yours, you lowered your hips. He gasped into your mouth and his head rolled back before you’d even taken half of him.

“You’re so perfect,” you told him truthfully, whimpering when he bucked his hips up to push himself further into you.

“Look who’s talkin’,” he flashed a slight grin, his eyes trailing down your body.

You followed his gaze and realized he was staring at where he was almost completely filling you. You forcefully sunk yourself down to take the last few inches of him and his breathing became heavy.

“Feels good?” you asked and used a hand to hold his chin so he was forced to look at you. 

“More than that,” he panted, squeezing his eyes shut, “fucking amazing.”

“Open, look at me.”

He obeyed, hazel eyes glued to your features.

“Be a good boy for me, hm? Don’t cum until I say you can,” you instructed and started to slowly work your hips up and down.

He groaned loudly, whimpering and squeezing his eyes shut again.

“What’d I say?,” you grabbed his face again, “I said look at me, didn’t I?”

“F- mhm, you-you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me,” he heaved, opening his eyes and gnawing in his bottom lip to try and keep them open. He wanted to stare, study and memorize every movement you made on top of him, but he knew watching you would only make it harder for him to keep himself from cumming. 

You started working up a steady pace while he kept his grip on your thighs. Logan was pushing his hips up every time yours came down, grunting and moaning.

“You feel so fucking good,” you told him truthfully, rolling your hips when he was fully inside you so that his patch of curly, short dark hair created friction against your swollen clit, “fill me up so well, baby.”

He could only let out a guttural moan, an intoxicating sound that matched the rhythm of his headboard hitting the wall. His mouth was hung open as he watched himself disappear inside of you over and over again.

“Aw, pretty kitty,” you delicately moved his hands above his head so you could interlace your fingers and hold his hands down, “you already look fucked out of your mind.”

His face and chest were flushed, sweat starting to dampen his hair. He watched your every move with a loving gaze. You both knew he could resist your attempt to hold him down easily - he just didn’t want to. It was the perfect angle, one where he could see your gorgeous face with your jaw hung open and your eyes on him.

“ ‘m yours, you know. Always - always have been,” he muttered between gasps as you sped up your pace.

“I’m yours too, Logan - you know that, right?” your smile was sweet, even while you were on top of him like that.

He couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore - the combination of your filthy words and beautiful body was going to send him over the edge if he didn’t try to concentrate on keeping himself from spilling into you.

“Ah, m-mhm,” he whined as a response.

You suddenly lifted your hips and let him slip out of you. 

“Words, baby,” you reminded him, “you have to a good boy for me if you want me to keep fucking you.”

His eyebrows were knitted together and his mouth opened as if he was almost in pain from not being inside you anymore.

“ ‘m good, i’m good, please - need to,” he was breathing hard and kneading your thighs.

“Need to what, baby?”

You knew exactly what you were doing and so did he. You wanted to hear him say it, hear him beg.

“Need to be in you,” he sighed, trying to catch his breath.

“I think I should make you work for it,” you told him, instantly having an idea of how he’d do it.

“Anything, I’ll do anything.”

“I know, sweetheart,” you were as smug as you could be “switch with me.”

You climbed off him and laid on your back, but not before you had a look at what a mess you’d made. The trimmed hair around his cock was clearly soaked, so much so that you could see the shine of what you left behind on his lower stomach - on that nice trail of hair that runs down into the front of his pants all the time.

“Fuck,” Logan swore under his breath when he saw what you had.

“Don’t get too worked up, kitty,” you held a mischievous smile and he tentatively crawled on top of you, his waist between your legs as he held himself up on his forearms. 

He grunted, “you’re still gonna call me that when I’m slammin’ into you?”

That sentence alone evoked a tingling feeling in the bottom of your stomach.

“Maybe once or twice,” you caught your bottom lip between his teeth, “but if you’re fucking me and I can still speak, you’ve gotta go harder.”

“Ugh,” he couldn’t help groaning - not out of disgust or annoyance, more so an expression of frustration for how badly he wanted to do that to you. He wanted to fuck you till you were speechless, maybe do so well for you that you’d leave a nice white ring around the base of his cock.

You reached down between your bodies to align him again and he slipped in immediately. Even with how wet you were, it was still a stretch. You locked your ankles at the small of his back, maybe out of instinct or to push him further into you - you weren’t sure. He tried to delicately fill you again, fearful that too much too soon could hurt you, but you pushed some of his sweat soaked hair off of his forehead and lovingly held his face in your hands.

“Go ahead, Logan, it’s okay,” you told him, knowing how much he loved to hear you say his name, “you’re not gonna hurt me.”

When he was fully inside of you, his hips flush with the inside of your thighs, he practically had you pinned to the mattress with his lower body. He buried his head in your neck while he slowly started to rock his hips. He was leaving wet kisses below your ear, biting and sucking your soft skin. You couldn’t help gasping and squirming, something that had encouraged Logan to pick up his pace.

“I-I don’t heal like you do,” you warned, “ those are gonna leave a mark.”

“Good,” he muttered against your neck.

You had your hands tangled in his disheveled hair and used your grip to tug his head up, hard enough to make him moan but not enough to really hurt him.

You were practically nose to nose while your hot breaths fanned each other’s faces.

“You wanna mark me up ‘cause I’m yours, huh?”

He hated how well you could read him. It may have been a blessing in disguise, though.

He growled and his nostrils flared, something you discovered you found incredibly hot. His eyebrows were furrowed and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he looked pissed. Except the noises he made for you proved just about the opposite.

“Mhm,” he heaved, “mine, all mine.”

That definitely built up the pressure in your stomach. You liked being the dominant one, but it was undeniably sexy when he took control.

“ ‘m yours,” you told him, wrapping your arms around his neck so you could kiss him. First, you actually kissed his cheek - you were so sweet sometimes that he felt like he would melt into you - then you pressed your lips to his. It was another hungry kiss, the kind that had your lips covered in each other's spit and left a string of saliva connecting your mouths when he pulled himself up. It was as if you were starving to eat each other.

“I love you,” he sighed, his hand grazing your cheek affectionately, “wanna be like this forever.”

“I - I love you too,” you choked out between whines and gasps for air as he knocked it out of you, “you feel even better that I thought you would.”

“Really?” he asked, kissing along your jaw, “you thought about that before?”

“So many times,” you admitted, “I figured you were big but Jesus.”

He groaned into your skin and held himself up again so he could look at your pretty face. You stared back, eyes traveling down his face and to the silver dog tags that hung around his neck. They swung back and forth with every snap of his hips. You wondered if he’d let you wear them some time so you could have his name around your neck and maybe have it dangle in his face the next time you were on top.

Logan kept his steady pace but it quickened when he could feel you using your legs around him to try and push him further into you. You knew the inside of your thighs would certainly be bruised from his hips slamming against you and it pushed you even closer to coming undone. He wrapped an arm under you as you were gasping his name and clawing at his back. He growled and cursed under his breath from hearing your pretty voice say his name over and over again. He had to make you cum first and soon because he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. 

He sat back on his knees and took you with him, using a firm grip to drag you down the mattress a bit and keep your legs on either side of him, all without slipping out of you. He kept the bottom half of your body laid on his lap, fucking you from a new angle that had your legs shaking. He hit that perfect spot inside of you over and over again when he thrusted his hips, feeling proud when he saw just how much you were enjoying it.You were gripping the sheets so hard that your fingernails were digging into your palms. 

“Fuck, you like that? ‘s good?” He slurred, his sweat making his irresistible body shine like he was a Greek fucking god.

You were speechless from how hard he was fucking you, pulling back and ramming his cock into you so hard that the headboard was slamming against the wall. 

“I-mhm,” you really did try to say something, anything, but all that came out was a high pitched moan.

“Guess ‘m doing it right then, if ya’ can’t talk” he muttered with a short laugh, referring to what you’d told him earlier. 

“M-mhm,” you hummed, eyes squeezed shut.

He started to trace slow circles around your clit, staring in awe at your swollen pussy. He leaned back a little and spat on it so he could spread his saliva all over your cunt.

“Oh, my god, L-Logan,” you gasped, feeling the pressure in your stomach build higher and higher.

“Need ya’ to cum on me,” he panted, his mouth hanging open as he watched your tits bounce with every thrust, “gotta feel it.”

“ ‘m gonna -“

“C’mon, baby, c’mon, please,” he begged, desperate to see you pulse around him.

His pleading words pushed you over the edge and you grabbed his arms, digging crescent shapes into his skin that disappeared in seconds. Your back arched and your eyes started to water as he worked you through your orgasm, his fingers staying exactly where they were.

“ ‘s too much, too - ah,” you whined and gasped while you weakly tried to push his hand away, but he only shook his head.

“Uh-uh, baby,” he told you, “jus’ one more - just wanna get one more outta you.”

You could feel a warm tear fall down the side of your face from the overstimulation. You were cumming again after a few swipes of his fingers. 

His thrusts became sloppier with every whimper of yours that echoed in the room and he came with a loud groan when he felt you spasm around him, leaning down to bury his face in your neck as he spilled into you.

“Love you so much,” he sighed into your skin, breathing heavily.

“I love you too,” you exhaled, pressing an innocent kiss to his cheek.

He sat up and slowly pulled himself out, watching a mix of his cum and yours drip out of you and onto the sheets.

“C’mere,” he panted, laying on his stomach and dragging your thighs to lock around his head.

“Logan, what are you d-”

Before you could ask what exactly he was doing, he shoved his tongue as far as he could inside of you, dragging it up and around your pussy, even the inside of your thighs.

“Fuck - ah,” you gasped and grabbed his hair, tugging every time he grazed your clit.

When he finally pulled himself off you, he wiped his cheeks and chin with the palm of his hand so he could lick it clean.

“Jesus christ,” you let out a short laugh.

“Just wanted to clean you up,” he explained, crawling back onto the bed to wrap his arms around you. 

You were both starting to nod off, much too exhausted to get dressed or clean the mess you’d made of his sheets. He kissed your shoulder, the back of your neck and the side of your face, pulling you as close as possible. Before you let exhaustion overtake you completely, you felt Logan mumble into your hair.

“I Iove you, sweetheart.”

You smiled wide, laying your arm over his.

“I love you, too.”

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A/N: Thank you sm for reading!! pls like and reblog if u enjoyed :3 also, as always, I am still working on inbox requests <3

[fallingdownhell]

Hii, Can you write an Overstimulated, Teased Neuvillette x Fem!Dom reader? And if you dont mind can you make Overstimulated! Wriothesley Dom to sub x Fem!Dom reader

Absolutetly love this. The Wriothesley one is gonna be in a separate post sometime else. Pairing: Neuvillette x fem!Reader Content: Fem!Reader; Dom!Reader; Sub!Neuvillette; established relationship; begging; handjob; Overstimulation; Teasing; unprotected sex; vaginal penetration; creampie; Praise; multiple orgasms; not proofread yet Word count: 1,5k words Requested by: @seipaws Hope you enjoy!<3

It was a privilege, being the only person in the world that was able to see the face of the Iudex morph and twist in pleasure. Hearing the sounds that are currently leaving him sent shivers down your spine and a smile to your face.

"You look so beautiful, Neuvi~", you coo at him, keeping the strokes of your hand on his cock nice and slow. The pace was killing him, a frustrated groan escaping him as he tried to buck his hips into your hand. But that only made your grip on him tighten more, not allowing him the added friction.

"Noo! P-Please!", Neuvillette's back arched, desperately thrusting his hips into the air repeatedly. He needed more.. needed to feel you. He could feel his climax approaching, yet you were so cruel to rip it away from him. A single tear ran down his cheek as desperation was starting to take over him.

"Aww, my poor darling.", your free hand reaches out to gently wipe away the tear that had escaped him. Your other hand was still tightly gripping his hard cock, drops of precum running down his shaft and over your hand.

You couldn't help but admire the image displayed in front of you. The Iudex of Fontaine, the most beautiful man you've ever laid your eyes upon, splayed out on your bed, his face half burried into the pillow underneath him, expression morphed into one of pure pleasure. It was the most obscene and simultaniously the prettiest thing you've ever laid your eyes upon.

"Tell me what you want, darling.", you coax him along, getting him to use his words, to tell you what he desires so that you could fulfill that for him.

Neuvillette groans more, but when you still show no signs of moving your hand, he frees his face from the pillow, facing you again, his expression showing just how desperate he truly was.

"P-Please.. touch me... more! I want more!", he cried out, not at all above begging for it anymore. If that's what you wanted in order to pleasure him, then he would gladly give it to you.

"Good job.", you smile at his words, then begin to stroke his cock again, nice and slow. Instantly, pleasure began to burn inside him, like a fire running through his entire body.

His sharp nails digging into the bedsheets as he thrusts his hips into your grip again, and this time, you let it happen. His moans continue to grow louder and louder as he humps your hand, his pace increasing with every thrust. Neuvillette's eyes are closed at this point, so focused on chasing his high, that your next words caught him off guard.

"You're so beautiful like this, Neuvi. I love seeing you get so desperate.", you whisper to him, his eyes snapping open and his hips stilling for a moment as he looks at you in shock, like he doesn't or couldn't believe the words that left your lips.

But you just smile at him and pick up the pace of your hand, stroking him at the exact same pace that his hips were humping your hand just moments ago.

"Aaghn! Yes..Yes! P-Please.. s-so c-close! Ahh!", he moaned again, the arch of his back almost looking painful at this point, but you kept going. Your strokes now quick and fast on his throbbing dick.

Moments later, his eyes snapped open again, his breathing coming out in short, erratic breaths. "C-cumming... 'm cumming!", he warned you, but already, as the words were spoken, his cock throbbed in your hand, shooting out ropes of cum onto your hand and his stomach.

You kept stroking him through his orgams, Neuvillette's moans reaching new hights in sound. It really was like music to your ears. All the while, you kept praising him through his climax until his cock was spent, and the last of his cum covered your hand.

As he was laying there on his back, breathing heavily, his eyes glaced over with lust and pleasure, you couldn't hold back your own desires any longer.

Quickly standing up, you undressed yourself completely before climbing on top of Neuvillette. He was still absent minded, only subconsciously realising that you were there, as his hands placed themselves on your thighs like they had a mind of their own.

With a smile, you lean down to press a gentle kiss on his neck, your bare breasts grazing over his chest in the process, your nipples brushing over his skin which sent a course of pleasure through your own veins.

When Neuvillette seemed to slowly come back into reality, that was when you began to grind your bare pussy against his cock, which quickly snapped his eyes open again, turning his head to you in a shocked expression.

"A-Again? But.. but I just-!", you shut him up with a passionate kiss as you continue to grind yourself against him, already feeling how he was growing hard again. A small whimper left Neuvillette, still so sensitive from the orgasm he just had.

"You can cum again for me, right?", you ask as you break the kiss. You looked so serene above him, grinding your pussy on him, that Neuvillette could only nod. Whatever it is you wanted, he would do it. And if you wanted him to cum again, then he would.

"Good~", you smile as you reach down to wrap your hand around his now hard cock, keeping it in place as you began to sink down on it. Neuvillette whimpered as the tip of his dick slipped into you, feeling how wet you already are. His hands gripped at your thighs, his nails digging into the skin, leaving marks, but you didn't mind that at all.

In one long motion, you managed to take his entire lenght, moaning out as you sat down on him, feeling his dick throb inside of you. Neuvillette on the other hand was thrashing around underneath you. Your walls clamping around him so tight felt so good, he wanted to just thrust into you repeatedly, never stopping until you both were incoherent messes. Tears were now running down his cheeks freely, he felt so good that he couldn't hold them back any longer, as well as the moans and whimpers that left him. Not that he cared for that anymore.

"You doing okay, darling?", he heard your voice from above.

"Yes, yes!", he nodded his head along to his words. "Please, move! I.. I can't.. Please, (Name)!"

How could you ever refuse him?

With a smile, you place one hand on his chest to help you balance yourself, as you then slowly raise your hips again. His cock pulling out of you, until only the tip remained inside, then you sank down on him again, soft and slow. It was just like before when you were pleasuring him with your hand, the slow pace was killing him, breaking his mind completely.

Neuvillette threw his head back, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he absentmindedly began to beg even more. "Please, faster! Please, please! I need more!"

And you complied, picking up the pace of your hips as you were riding him, getting faster and also a bit sloppier with every bounce you made on top of him. His cock was hitting all the good parts inside you, stretching you out so good that moan after silent moan was escaping you now as well as the waves of your building orgasm approaching you.

"Mhm, Neuvi.. You feel so good inside of me~", you moan out as you lean over him, once again attacking his neck with kisses. All the while, you never once stopped bouncing on his cock.

"Agh! AHH! Yes, Yes! Ohhh, oh no.. I-I'm already... AGH, so close!", Neuvillette moaned, his own hips now meeting your thrusts, making his dick hit even deeper parts inside of you, which in turn caused you to moan against his neck.

"Agghnn... c-cumming! cummigcummingcumming!", he screamed and with one final thrust up into you, his hips stilled as he came inisde you, his nails digging even deeper into the flesh of your thighs as he released his load. You felt rope after rope of his cum fill you up, and the throbbing of his cock. Quickly, you slip a hand between your bodies to rub against your sensitive clit. The extra stimulation was all that you needed and a few moments later, you felt your own orgasm crashing in over you.

You cried out as you rode the waves of euphoria, your walls clamping down on his cock even harder, rhythmically, and the feeling caused Neuvillette to groan, burrying himself even deeper within you.

It took a while for the both of you to come down from your climax again, you were both breathing heavily. Your legs were shaking from the intensity of your orgasm, and so, you simply collapsed on top of Neuvillette, his arms instantly wrapping around your figure.

His now limp dick was still inside you, but neither of you cared for that right now. Now, the only important thing was to cuddle and bask in the afterglow together...

[joelmillerisapunk]

Without Warning

Dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader

Masterlist

Wordcount: 959

Summary: You find yourself in an unexpected situation with Joel, your family's friend, and longtime acquaintance. But when the dust settles, you're left wondering if things will ever be the same between you two again. Will you be able to move past this moment, or will it forever change your relationship with Joel?

Warnings: 18+, creepyish!Joel, non/dub-con but reader agrees, implied age gap (but make it your own), Joel manipulating you, m!handjob, no physical reader description, use of baby and babygirl, I wrote this so fast this morning so it's only been quickly glanced over.

Notes: I saw a show once with a similar part with two grown men that left me thinking about writing this for a long time. DONT LOOK AT ME 🫣 but I hope you enjoyyyy

Joel's truck pulls up to the parking spot, and you eagerly hop in. He's been so helpful since your family moved in next door, picking you up from and dropping you off to your college classes.

Joel has a certain charisma about him, even if his cockiness sometimes grates on your nerves. Nevertheless, his companionship is usually always welcome.

As always, you find yourself engaging in casual banter before taking off for home when the mood suddenly shifts and Joel's expression turns solemn, his gaze fixed ahead. "You know, I've been feelin' pretty lonely lately," he confesses.

Curious, you arch an eyebrow. "Lonely? Why's that?"

Joel's shoulders lift in a nonchalant shrug, but his eyes betray a hint of vulnerability. "It's been a while since I've had any - female companionship, you could say."

A heat creeps up your neck as you process his words. "Oh. I see."

Joel glances at you. "Huh, you know, I never thought about it, but you're all grown up now darlin’. Maybe you could help me out.”

Your heart races, caught off guard by the unexpected turn in the conversation. "What... what do you mean?"

Leaning closer, Joel's hand finds its way to your thigh, his touch sends a jolt of electricity through you. "I mean, maybe you could, you know, help me out," he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear.

Swallowing hard, you struggle to find your voice amidst the rush of emotions swirling inside you. "Joel, I don't know if that's a good idea."

But Joel merely chuckles, and his confidence is unshakeable. "Come on. I won't tell anyone, babygirl. And it's not like you don't find me attractive, right?"

You can't deny it - Joel is handsome, in a rugged, grizzled way. And he's always been so kind to you and your family. But this is a big step.

Joel's hand is still resting on your thigh, and he gives it a gentle squeeze as he looks at you with pleading eyes. "Please, babygirl. I really need this. And I promise, it'll just be this one time. I won't ask for anything else, I swear."

You can feel the weight of his gaze on you, and you know that he's not going to take no for an answer. You hesitate for a moment, your mind racing with thoughts and doubts. But then you take a deep breath and nod. "Okay. But, just this once."

Joel grins, then reaches down and unzips his pants. You swallow hard as his hand guides yours and wraps it around his stiff length.

As you start to stroke him, Joel lets out a low moan. "Yeah, that's it. Just like that."

You continue to stroke his growing cock, feeling a strange mix of excitement and disbelief. This is really happening. You're really jerking off Joel Miller.

“Fuck babygirl, you ever done this before?”

All you can do is shake your head. You can't seem to find the words for anything right now.

"Goddamn, you're so good at this," Joel groans, his hips thrusting upward as you continue to stroke him. "Can't believe this is your first time. You're a natural."

Suddenly, Joel reaches down and places his hand over yours, guiding your movements. "Yeah, just like that, baby. S'good," he groans, his hips thrusting upward in time with your strokes. "Goddamn you're so fuckin' hot."

You do your best to follow his instructions, tightening your grip and stroking him faster. Joel lets out a loud moan of pleasure, his body tensing as he gets closer to his release.

"You like that? You like making me feel good, dont'cha?" Joel murmurs.

You nod, feeling a mix of excitement and embarrassment at his words.

“You're so fucking sexy. I could come just from lookin at you," Joel groans. "Fuck, m'gonna come, babygirl. Are you ready for it?" Joel asks, his voice tight with pleasure.

You nod again, feeling nervous as you anticipate his climax.

"Oh, here it comes. Fuck!" Joel groans, his body shaking with the force of his release. You try to pull your hand away but Joel holds it tight around his weeping cock, guiding your slowed strokes as he lets his warm seed trickle down your hand. When he's content you quickly withdraw your hand, feeling a mix of relief and guilt as you watch him come down from his high.

Joel leans back in his seat, panting heavily, his eyes fixated on you. "Mmm, that was amazing, babygirl. You have such a talented hand."

There's something about the way he's looking at you, like he's undressing you with his eyes. "I knew you'd be good at that," Joel continues, his voice low and sultry. "You're such a quick learner, just like I thought you'd be."

His words send a chill down your spine, and you can't shake the feeling that something isn't quite right. You try to brush it off, reminding yourself that Joel is your family's friend and that he would never do anything to hurt you.

You feel embarrassed. "I, I'm glad you enjoyed it."

Joel reaches over and squeezes your hand. "I mean it. You're somethin' special darlin."

Joel tucks himself back in and starts the truck, driving you home in silence.

When you finally arrive at your house, you can't get out of the truck fast enough. Joel's gaze lingers on you for a moment too long.

"Thanks for the ride, Joel," you say, your voice tight with unease.

"Anytime, babygirl," Joel replies, his voice still low and sultry. "I'll see you around."

As you walk away, Joel calls after you. "Hey. Don't forget to wash your hands!"

[safetycar-restart]

Smt i always imagine is our soft subby boys meeting an expartner and hearing about what your relationship was like with your former sub and its a completely different dynamic from the one you have with him and!!! I could write a thesis on why i think there are very specific categories they all fall into!

Charles... first of all babygurl charles does not want to meet your former sub, does not even want to acknowledge you had previous relationships. You're his now and he's happy being delusional! If it was known they would be at an event you're going to i think he would be very sneaky and try to find a way you can both avoid it, but if you have to go theres no way hes not going to be there (i hc charles and being very protective, very territorial- he does not want to share!). And charles is trying to avoid them but is so hyperaware of their presence he kind of just ends up glaring at them all night while you have an arm around his waist ... so, like, they have no choice but to approach, charles is drawing attention and its awkward 😭 and okay okay your arm never leaves his waist but you smile and maybe just a small comment is made, idk, charles trying to brag about your dynamic and how much attention you give him, bc! He needs to know! You like charles more! And then your former sub goes oh no ours was really laid back, i didnt need too much and she could have other hobbies 😩 i literaly have no idea, i leave this to your talent to make it more believable, but ! Charles just deflates, everything has been too much and hes so overwhelmed and just tired and then teary, but he doesnt want to leave you and just needs you to know he needs to be at home alone with you in spft pyjamas cuddling - i hc charcles as well as just expecting you to know his every feeling, he knows its good to communicate but you always just seem to know ... so just a little bit when you keep talking even with his shiny eyes looking at you and youre not even looking back hes feeling betrayed?? And he knows its irrational but he cant help it.

You go through the rest of the night with a very sullen and withdrawn charles who wont really talk to you but also wont stop hugging you and god forbid you dont hold his waist (very zendaya and tom holland okay? Have you seen those photos???? BABYGIRL) even if hes sad and just a tiny bit upset with you he still needs you to hold him, or hes just gonna fall apart, and now i leave this to ypu, if you want to answer! Just insecure sad charles needing reassurance, but getting the problem out of him is challenging enough. Ik you can do this justice bestie!! Would love to hear your thoughts. I have ideas for the others as well but i thought it was too much for a single ask 😩

Oh my god I love this. PLEASE PLEASE send me your other ideas!!! Please!!! I need to know all the thoughts!!!! I added mommy kink to this because I think it works really well with the different dynamic aspect?

So firstly, yeah charles is happy to live in delusion! He’s your baby boy and you’re his mommy and it has simply always been that way in his little head. He never ever wants to meet anyone who has been with you before him, because no! He refuses! He’s yours and you’re his and that’s it.

(Sidenote: he gets even more distressed when he meets one of his exes)

And because of Charles being so territorial, he honestly loves going to kink events? Of course it’s always very high class kink events where everyone has to sign NDAs to protect Charles.

He LOVES being on your arm the whole night, letting everyone see what a good boy he is for his mommy. He wears his collar so proudly, clinging to your side the entire evening and just being so happy because so many people come up to you two and no one even thinks of trying to join you two because it’s so clear that you’re together and need no one else and Charles is THRIVING.

You spend a fair amount of the evening with Charles curled up on your lap, receiving a slow handjob and he’s truly living his best life. So many people come to watch but none can touch and even when they make comments or suggestions, Charles always looks to you because you’re his mommy! He’s a good boy, only listening to his mommy.

So after you’ve teased an orgasm out of Charles and he’s all soft and happy in your arms (and trying to get down onto the floor because he’s feeling soft and subby and he must return the favour! Must taste mommy!), you decide it’s time to walk around the room a little and actually greet some people.

Charles is more than happy with that, because he loves being arm Candy. He’s in no state to actually talk much, but he knows you’ll handle that.

That’s when you run into your ex. Charles has heard about the person before, because you’re both very open about who you’ve been with before. Maybe Charles had even seen a picture of them before?

Even normally, Charles would be very unhappy with seeing one of your exes. But at a kink event? When he’s just had an orgasm? Oh no Charlie is VERY upset about this.

He glared at the person, sticking to your side and pouting. At first you think it’s Charles being possessive because you did just make him cum and are now looking at others. So you tighten your grip on his waist, pulling him closer. You expect him to melt into your side as always, cuddling into you and then happily getting his cuddles while you chat to some people.

But that’s not what happened, because Charlie’s is upset! He will not just melt into your arms because an ex sub of yours is right there!

At the same time, your ex sub notices you and comes to say hi. The two of you left on good terms, and you don't mind running into them at all. Charles though? Charles minds. He really really minds.

Charles introduces himself though, prodding announcing that you're his mommy, emphasising the possession because he needs the ex sub to know that you're HIS mommy now.

Only for the ex sub to smile and say, "Oh that's nice, we never really did that dynamic together, preferred more lowkey stuff."

Which just... Charles needs to go home now. He needs to go home right now.

He knows that he should be happy to hear that you havent been anyone else's mommy. But that also means that you havent wanted to be anyone else's mommy. Do you not enjoy it as much as he thought you did? Is he just a burden?

He's too sad and too subby and you must take him home now!!

Except he doesn't voice this, he just forces a laugh and cuddles as close to you as he can, trying to get some comfort. You don't notice anything odd about his behaviour, because you expected him to be quiet and clingy after his orgasm.

But then you try to walk somewhere else, expecting Charles to come with you but Charles doesn't expect it. So he just kinda stands there and whines?

You take a few steps before realising Charles isnt with you, and when you turn around, you see a sobbing Charles watching you. The poor thing assumed you were leaving him, not that you were simply going somewhere else and expecting him to follow you.

Your heart just breaks, because your little sub is clearly so lost and confused and something has made him so much more upset than he should be.

So you quickly go back to him, pulling him into your arms and apologising for not warning him that you were going to move.

"Mommy," he whines, clinging to you, "mommy.... need mommy."

You hold him tight, kissing his neck and promising him that you're right there, that he has his mommy.

You take him home after that, changing him into comfy clothes and letting him cuddle him into you. You just hold him close, waiting for him to calm down before you ask him anything. You know that if you ask him what happened before he's ready, then he'll only get even more upset.

So you just let him calm down in your arms, keeping him warm and safe and giving him plenty of forehead kisses.

When he's ready, he admits that what really upset him was meeting your old sub, and hearing that you had a much more laid back dynamic with them. You understand then, and your heart just breaks because your subby baby should never ever think that he's too much.

"Things were more laid back with them," you explain, "and yeah I've never had such a serious dynamic before. But I've also never had such a cute babyboy before, and I've never wanted to look after someone like I want to with you before."

"So you... you're happy with me?" he asks you, sniffling a little.

"Of course!" you say, "I love you! You're my baby, yeah?"

He nods then, managing to give you a little smile.

But he'd still rather be delusion though. He belongs to his mommy and his mommy belongs to him.

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Zach Dempsey - A to Z

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): Zach is experienced, though not so much like one would think, and you were surprised when he told you that to make you feel better about being inexperienced. But if there’s something he’s fucking king of is making out, teasing and caressing all the right parts of your body to make you melt.  

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): Ok, real deal right now. His cock is decently thick, nothing too crazy. But his length is what impressed you, he is long (the boy is 6”3’ after all). Often times you can’t take him all the way down your throat.

Note: This is huge! And like I’ve said before, two letters! Enjoy!

You were determined. You wanted to try a little more on your relationship. You were with Zach just over six months and so far, although you had absolutely nothing to complain about the heated makeout sessions, you wanted to see what it would be like... you know, a little more. You did not know exactly where to start or what to do so that Zach took the tip that you wanted to move to the next phase, but, one thing you were sure: wanted to experiment with him. You wished you could touch his body a little more, also wanted him to touch more of your body. You wanted to feel more skin with skin, to know how his mouth would feel in other places, to know how other places would feel in your mouth. The way he made you feel was what made you take that decision. Zach knew exactly where to squeeze, where to kiss to leave you completely warm, really burning and all you wanted was to know what it would be like a little more. Although being turned on was not strange to you in relating to someone, Zach was different. It had nothing to do with getting you to be excited, but controlling yourself while you were together. It was hard not to give in to temptation, not to beg him to go a little further and explore your body more, because he was really focused on the limits and you didn’t have the guts to ask him to be more, well, shameless. 

That's why you were nervous as Zach chatted excited about the latest training routines and how the biology test had gone well after all. You commented this or that and smiled, but your mind wasn’t really there. The proof was that when Zach parked the car in front of his house, you took about 10 seconds to realize it. Apologizing in embarrassment as he laughed at how you had spaced out.

You got out of the car and you realized at a glance that the garage was empty, confirming that his mother wasn’t home and that Zach's sister was probably at home with the nanny or at one of the several extracurricular classes Ms. Dempsey made her take it. You hoped internally for the last one and then you felt guilty about it - you knew the girl hated most classes, but you needed some alone time with Zach if you were going to put your plan into practice and, God, you wanted to put your plan into practice. Zach seemed to notice your nervousness, because he took your hand and interlaced your fingers together, giving you a reaffirming smile. You felt warm and smiled back, giving him a little jerk with your hip, which made him laugh.

- "What are you in the mood for?" - Zach asked as he opened the door to his house, letting you pass first before entering and closing it. The house was silent and you send a little thanks to the heavens. - “I don’t know, pizza? Chinese?”

- “Hello!” - Zach almost screamed in the empty living room. He seemed surprised at the lack of people at home and quickly walked to the kitchen to see if anyone was there. You stood by the couch in the living room, trying to calm down before he returned, but you could feel your face heating up.

- "Weird, there’s no one home.” - He shrugged, returning to the room. You felt more comfortable at his sight and sat down on the couch, trying to look calmer. After all, the last thing you wanted was for him to interpret your uneaseness in the wrong way.

- "Your sister has any extracurricular classes today?" - You offered, turning the TV on, even though you didn’t give a damn about what was passing. 

- “Don’t think so.” - Zach fumbled looking for his cell phone in his pockets and then seemed to check his messages. His face relaxed, which told you that probably his sister had warned him and he hadn’t seen it. Pretty normal stuff.

- "She's at a friend's house, my mother let her sleep there today. Some school work.” 

- "She already have these kinds of works?" You were really surprised, Zach laughed and nodded, dialing something on the phone.

- "Then pizza.” - You nodded and smiled, feeling significantly calmer. Zach made the request and then came to sit next to you, and you took the opportunity to change your position and lay with your head on his lap, anticipating your future moves. He took the TV control and switched channels until he found something that interested him, which turned out to be a marathon of the old episodes of Game of Thrones. You took advantage of the fact that he was paying attention to the episode and sat down on the couch, body leaning on him. He smiled at you and shifted his position on the couch so that you layed on his pectoral, both reclining on the couch.

Slowly, you turned, until you were with your face in front of Zach's chest. He didn’t seem to notice what you wanted until you lifted your face to him, and when he looked at you, the smile that sprouted on his lips made you blush and heat. He leaned back and soon his lips captured yours, his hands coming lightly to your waist, even as one of your hands stroked the back of his neck. It was easy to deepen the kisses with Zach, first because it was deliciously tempting to slide your tongue into his mouth and explore every possible corner, second because he was always more than willing to start a heated make-out session whenever he had the opportunity . So things escalated fast until you were finally stradling your boyfriend in one of the best kisses you have ever exchanged. His tongue wandered along with yours, a delicious exchange of affection as his hands roamed your waist and then tightened around your body to bring it closer to his.

Zach's lips always fascinated you, small but full and extremely soft - and you loved to bite them. Your hands didn’t seem satisfied, traveling between Zach's hair, down his neck and then his strong shoulders, until you made the decision and let them slip through his pectoral, surprising him when your hands reached the edge of his shirt and your fingers slowly wandered down.

You could sense how surprised Zach was, especially when the kiss was stopped and he looked straight into your eyes, blush spreading all the way to the point of his ears, what you were pretty sure you were mirroring right now. That was your moment of truth, which encouraged you beyond the shame that was burning inside and made your hands slither higher up his abdomen, taking his shirt along, while your eyes remained staring deep into Zach's, and now his face was the clear expression of nervousness. He seemed to swallow, but his eyes burned in yours, not just questions... curiousity. He slowly let go of the hands that tightened on your thighs, looking deeply at you the whole time it took you to slowly lift his shirt, your fingers tracing the abdomen beneath the garment until he raised his arms and you undid the garment, throwing it in any corner while your eyes were drawn to the body at display. 

You couldn’t contain the little sigh that came from your lips and even if you were not looking directly to his face, you saw a litle smile on his face. Truth be told, you’d already seen him shirtless, of course. In practice, after the games, the pool… But it was something else entirely to be able to enjoy it in that intimate way, while you were sitting on his lap, feeling the warm skin and defined muscles below your palm. You slowly massaged his muscles until you reached his chest, your hands pressing against his warm skin, your eyes enjoying the view until you tried to slowly scratch him from his chest to abdomen. Zach jumped against your hand, grunting as one of his arms came to wrap around your waist and the other dipped to grap your hair, pulling you into an overwhelming kiss. You were lost for a few seconds for the force of the kiss, your tongues battling while his hands clenched around you, your hands tightening on his skin, wandering from his back to the defined muscles of his abs. Without realizing it, you pressed closer against him, and then without planning you lowered your hips and pressed against Zach and immediately stopped.

A huge volume pressed exactly against you and you froze in reflex. Zach sucked a breath, as if you had hurt him and then you looked at his face to search for signs of hurt, but though his face was momentarily scrunched, pain was not what it seemed he felt. Immediately, realization dawned on you and warm shame poured everywhere making you blush hard and avoid looking into his eyes, even though you didn’t move or stopped sitting right on top of him. While you were embarrassed by the realization that he was really excited - and had this fucking size - you also felt strangely warm for another reason, your skin prickling up with the possibilities that passed through your mind. And you realized you weren’t afraid of what, surprisingly, you wanted to do. Of course, you were ashamed, you had never done it before and Zach was the first guy you had reached that point, but when you thought about all the ways you wanted to explore those sensations, no fear clouded your mind… just desire.

You looked back into Zach's face to see that his blush had spread all over his face and he had a careful expression, as if afraid to have frightened or offended you. You thought again about what had been on your mind these last few days, how you wanted to explore with Zach, and then... you moved again, slowly, against the volume. His eyes widened in surprise as he searched your eyes and you stared back, feeling bold, a small, shy smile on your lips as you continued to tentatively sense what was hidden by Zach's clothes. He looked torn, but let you continue, his hands just holding tightly to your thighs - a delicious squeeze. You leaned slowly over his lips and tasted them in a slow, careful kiss. Of course, you were turned on too, but you didn’t want it to go too far... at that moment you just wanted to, well, explore and Zach allowed you to do so, quietly responding to your kiss, while waiting for you to show the way. It was clear who was in control and it made you all the more tempted, stuck in a rush of adrenaline mixed with desire. Slowly, you began to slip up his legs to sit on his knees, breaking the kiss slowly to show him the next steps...

You looked down and saw the volume clearly restrained against the material of his boxers, plainly disguised by his sweatshirt shorts. Okay, right, it wasn’t like you'd seen another, but... wow. It wasn’t small at all and was apparently pretty tight. Of course you knew how it was... you studied biology, not to mention that boys had no discretion with dick pics on snapchat from time to time and like every other person you had received porn videos on whatsapp groups, but this  was completely different. And it was Zach.

Your eyes slowly rose up through the naked top of his body, enjoying everything you saw - and really, everything. From his pectoral to his shoulders to his arms, to the most beautiful expression of shyness that adorned the face of your boyfriend. You tried to smile, but it was all very overwhelming and you were sure that your smile should look anything but comforting. Still, your lips opened more involuntarily because you were happy... completely apprehensive, half embarrassed and nervous as hell, but happy. Because it was Zach. His eyes focussed in your smile and he seemed to look better at your face, a small smile breaking his tight lips too and soon you were leaning slowly towards each other for a slow and chaste kiss, which was more about support than about the sensuality of the moment. Feeling safer and bolder, your hand slowly descended from the back of Zach's neck all over his body, letting him feel the way, until you reached the edge of his shorts, your fingers practically brushing his cock. Then you broke the contact of your lips and pressed your foreheads together to look him straight in the eyes... and the words left your lips without you planning it right.

- "Can I..." - Your voice was hoarse and you had to cough slightly to finish, your face warming in shame. - "Can I see it? I’ve never... "- you swallowed hard and Zach seemed to do the same. - "You know." - Zach was blushing, his eyes wide and his mouth tight, an expression that was both insecure and worried; He was hot, there were red marks on his neck and some small scratches on his abs that had happened unintentionally on your part; he seemed to be sweating in nervousness and you regretted asking at the same time. You were almost getting up and apologizing as his hands tightened around your thighs and you looked at him in surprise, but then his lips were bumping into yours in a messy kiss. When you parted, Zach still had a restrained look on his face, but he leaned back against the couch and massaged your thighs encouragingly. - "Yes..." - Now it was his turn to cough and you almost laughed. - "If you want... huh, you can..." - He gave a nod to his dick. - “han, er... look..." Then he sort of panicked and was quick to mend. "Only if you want, I... huh..." - “Zach.” - You called and he stopped babbling. - “Relax.”

Though he still seemed nervous, the word helped, and he smiled humorously this time, shaking his head and squeezing his lips again as if he were holding back a smile. The fact that he was still blushing just made him even sweeter and you almost kissed him again. Almost, because now that he seemed lighter, you felt lighter and that volume between you both seemed to catch attention like it was glowing neon. Your eyes went down almost involuntarily with the thought and there it was. His cock was almost outlined against the clothes. A large, thick volume, a little curved by the restraint, with two full round forms at the end of it, which seemed to pulsate now that it was the center of attention. Heat radiated between the two of you and your hands went to the edge of his shorts as you looked quickly at his face to be greeted by a confirmation, then you slowly hooked your fingers on the edge of his boxers and his shorts and pulled them slowly just enough for his penis to jump out, letting go of them just a little below his cock. Your eyes were glued to his penis completely erected between them, hard and swollen, with thick veins, long enough to reach just below his navel, a thick, flashy volume against his abdomen, so much that it was Zach who lifted his hips gingerly and lowered his clothes a little more until they were down the middle of his thighs, to make him more comfortable. Your eyes drifted to his quickly, in a silent question.

He just nodded as he swallowed, his eyes glued to her movements, watching as your hand slowly descended through his abdomen and his penis literally jumped in anticipation, slapping against the skin. An appreciative sigh escaped your lips as Zach seemed to tremble. Then your hand reached near his member and the movement repeated itself, as Zach's breathing increased, audible sighs as he seemed to try and control the movements of his chest as he inhaled and exhaled. He looked tempting - huge and hot and oh my god - and your mind raced to even bolder things that would keep your mouth busy, the images encouraging you, and then your fingers slowly descended the long straight line. He was warm, hard and soft and as Zach held his breath you reached the base of his penis and closed your fist around it, only slightly, for fear of squeezing it. He didn’t had much hair, apparently trimmed. Your hand slipped slowly in a slight squeeze to the big head, marveling at the feel of it in your hand, and then down the same path to the base, skin stretching to show how something transparent flowed out of it.. you felt tempted to prove it but resumed repeating the movement of your hand and Zach grunted low, which made you look at him.

Ignoring his deep blush, you drank the tortured expression of his face, a few drops of sweat forming on his forehead. You didn’t hold back and with the other hand reached for your boyfriend’s neck, pulling him forward for a fiery kiss. Zach moaned into the kiss and you were surprised when his hand wrapped over yours at the base of his penis, tightening your grip and guiding your movements. Surprise surged through you for a moment, thinking it would hurt him, but he moaned into the kiss as he nibbled at your lower lip and you knew it was just the opposite; closing your hand just as Zach's grip had done, you continued to explore above and below, marveling at the soft, yet hard texture, the pulsating sensation in your hand while his skin looked feverish. The transparent droplets were piling up on the head of his dick and you instinctively let your hand slide up to it, easing down now that it was wet with the liquid. Zach moaned again and this time he had to break the kiss, tossing his head back as his hand let go of yours again to grip tightly at your thighs.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times before any sound escaped through her. - "If you continue with this..." - His voice was hoarse and tempting and you were forced to raise the pressure of your hand around his dick, sliding hard and easily with the pre-cum, stealing a moaning before he finished the sentence. He gave you a nasty glare, but it didn’t look threatening when everything in him indicated that he was loving it. For some reason, you knew you should go faster and that's what you did. Keeping the tight grip around his cock, you slid your hand back up to the wet head and came down spreading the liquid, then increased the speed of your movements, watching as your boyfriend closed his eyes hard and opened them wide, the open mouth seeking air and getting in the way of words.

- "Babe..." - A deep sigh that seemed to be the most delicious thing you've ever heard and immediately your other hand began to wander around his body, shoulders, abdomen, arms, small scratches that left marks in some places. His eyebrows flew almost to his hairline as your hand came down his abdomen to help the other. It was clear that you needed it to be wetter, so without even thinking you spat on his dick and with the movement spread it down, realizing how part of it went down to his balls. 

- "Fuck." - A delicious grunt from the deepest of Zach's throats as he squeezed his closed eyes and bit his lips. His pleasure left you electric and bold, so while one hand continued the fast and tight movement, the other slowly descended through his groin until reached his balls. You were a little fearful, so you just caressed them, finding their skin funny and strange, and noticing how hot and pulsating they were. Zach moaned loudly, catching your attention and his expression was contracted in a mixture of torture and pleasure. Then he blew hot air between his teeth.

"I'm close... please..." - You weren’t sure what he was asking for, so you didn’t stop. As one of your hands continued the up and down movement, now even easier by how wet his cock was, the other dared to explore his balls a little more; the texture was so strange when compared to the hardness of his penis that your hand decided to squeeze them lightly, tentatively. Zach groaned loudly, his hands on your thighs clenched tightly, and then his arms came to wrap and hug you. Everything happened so fast that you had hardly noticed the hot jets flying on your hand, the other one in his balls flying over to his arm to offer you support, and when you dared to slide your hand through his cock again, feeling the sticky, warm texture of the hot liquid, Zach moaned and squeezed you more tightly, restricting your movements. You could feel his mouth moving against your neck as if he wanted to say something, so you resumed stroking the back of his neck with the hand that was not stuck between their bodies.

Out of nowhere, the bell rang like a siren and broke the secretive, secure climate you both had established. Shame flooded you into scary waves and you were suddenly extremely super aware of what had happened. Perhaps mirroring your feelings, Zach and you pushed at the same time, moving away from each other. - "Shit".  - One of you or both cursed and a quick glance between yourselfs and you were gasping in blind panic at who might be because Zach was messy from  his belly to the waistband of his shorts and the front of your blouse was not in better situation. Zach must been thinking the same because he shot you a wide-eyed look and then you were running around looking for your backpack and quickly heading to the kitchen when the pizza delivery calls finally made sense to your ears.

You and Zach looked at each other suddenly relieved as he quickly got up and pulled his shorts and underwear up, picking up his shirt from the floor and putting it on to cover the big mess he was. As Zach walked to the front door, you could hear him picking up the pizza and thanking the guy as he paid, your blood finally began to slow down and you started leaning against the kitchen door to regulate your breathing. When Zach returned with the pizza, you looked at each other and muttered in return, as if someone could hear.

- “Holy fuck.” - He shook his head as if he couldn’t speak and then passed you to put the pizza on the table, removing his shirt and wiping himself with it. He wouldn’t look at you when he suddenly began to undo himself into giggles and said: - “Next time, not in the fucking living room.” You just nodded.

[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: months after your escape from the faerie kingdom, strange accidents start following your unfortunate dates. so, the only solution you can come up with is returning to the source of those dangers...well, sources

pairing: demon/hades!hyunjin x witch/persephone!reader x faerie king!felix

genre: angst, smut, fantasy, a hint of fluff

warnings: near-death experiences, some swearing, guilt, vengeful lands, bad hell puns, punishment kink (?), choking, manhandling, finger-sucking, wings kink (dont come @ me), blowjob, unprotected sex, heartfelt apologies, handjob, light bondage (with a necktie), brat-taming, nipple-sucking, biting, fingering, braids kink (i’m unhinged, i know), confessions, trust issues resolved

author’s note: hello again, everyone! i wasn’t really satisfied with the open ending of fool me twice so i decided to write a part two (finale) and give this story the closure it deserves! that is not to say fool me twice cannot exist as a stand-alone...anyways, without further ado, i hope yall enjoy it ❤️

word count: 4.7k

I gave you my heart But the very next day you gave it away... Once bitten and twice shy I keep my distance, but you still catch my eye

You were happy for the next couple of months since you escaped the faerie kingdom. Happier than you had been in a while. As you had promised Jisung, the whole world recognized his talent soon enough. And not because of any magic or a deal, but because he was truly a hard-working, precious human. Your brother even found a loving boyfriend in the face of his dance instructor Minho. You were extremely happy for them. You were. And it’s not like anything was missing from your life. Not like you missed two very peculiar creatures. You really didn’t.

And as if to prove yourself right, you started dating again. And things were going great. But only at the beginning...Your first date was with the wonderful Seungmin. Jisung’s boyfriend had introduced him to you. He was a fellow singer like them. And it was all fine, you were having a lovely conversation in a beautiful park. Until random golden vines started wrapping around poor Seungmin’s feet really tightly! You had barely managed to get him out alive by using a bit of your magic in the most inconspicuous way possible. Unfortunately, you had to break things off with Seungmin for his own good. You had heard rumours that vicious vines were the faerie king’s forte and you wanted to protect the sweet guy. Even if it meant never seeing him again...

Your second date Chan was really funny and had the best smile. You had met him at a local restaurant and couldn’t resist the urge to chat with him. You two were hiking peacefully one time and even made it into a gorgeous cave. No sooner had you dared to hold Chan’s hand when a pack of black-winged bats attacked him! You somehow succeeded in getting him out of there and to your utter disappointment, you decided you couldn’t risk the life of a pure soul who didn’t expect your dark past. Suspiciously enough, the bats reminded you of a certain demon’s black wings...

Your third date with Changbin was even more disastrous. You were at his house, watching a horror movie and snuggling into his strong arms when out of nowhere, a fire erupted! It was really strange because the stove wasn’t even on. Changbin could have died and you were feeling so bad that you decided you had to put an end to dating. Regretfully, you cut things off with him, as well. It was for the better, you kept telling yourself. But it hurt, nonetheless.

Needless to say, your happiness didn’t last long. Standing in front of the burned house, you began connecting the dots. Fire was associated with hell. Black-winged bats and golden vines certainly evoked memories of Hyunjin and Felix. Such cruel accidents could not be a coincidence. You refused to believe yourself cursed. So, that could only mean one thing. You had to confront them. Feeling immensely desperate by what happened and guilty for unconsciously putting these poor humans’ lives in danger, you started playing with the silver ring Hyunjin had given you. Call it sentimentality or being overly cautious (because of his warning you’d eventually have to return to their worlds), you had still kept it.

Taking a deep breath, you did the unthinkable and rubbed it three times. You wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t bother showing up after the way you’d stolen half of his heart. In a way, you deserved the silent treatment. And for a couple of minutes, there was just that. Complete silence. Just as you were about to scream angrily into nothingness, you heard it. The faintest flutter of feathers, the shuffle of air. You felt his presence like a part of you had been ripped and had been just returned to you. But you saw nothing. Slowly, you turned around, half-expecting to find no one there. 

But there he was, in the flesh. Standing like a marble statue, made of silver flames and ocean waves. Completely disregarding how you broke things off, your feet seemed to have a mind of their own as you ran towards him, collapsing into his chest.

“You came,” you sobbed, the sound muffled.

“You called,” Hyunjin replied and stroked the back of your head softly.

“You were right and I was foolish to think I could survive without you,” you admitted reluctantly, looking up into his dark eyes.

“Did the fire finally change your mind? Vines and bats weren’t enough for you?” he teased you.

“You’ve been keeping tabs on me?” 

“I’m your guardian angel, remember?” Hyunjin chuckled, playfully flicking your nose, at which you pouted.

“So, what now? If I want these deadly accidents to stop happening and threatening innocent humans, I have to go with you to the underworld?”

“For starters,” he shrugged. “I suggest one week at my place and one at Lixie’s. Balance is of the essence. You can go back to Earth, of course. But not for too long or the accidents will resume.”

“Was that a threat?” you scoffed. “Why can’t you just stop them from happening?”

“Because I’m not the one doing them. Neither is Felix. It’s the magic of the lands themselves.”

You nodded in understanding. You could tell Hyunjin was telling you the truth.

“Very well, then,” you sighed. “Take me to the other side.”

“Aren’t you going to say goodbye to your brother? And that boyfriend of his?”

“I hate goodbyes,” you said miserably. “Besides, you said I can go back to Earth in two weeks. Just...take me.”

“As you wish, my queen.”

“Wait, what?” you whispered in confusion but before you could receive a response from Hyunjin, he had already teleported you to the underworld. The second you arrived, he kissed you passionately, not giving you a chance to argue. He had really missed you, huh?

“What did you mean by saying my queen?” you asked, eventually interrupting the kiss.

“Did you seriously think I was just some ordinary demon messing around? Im the king of the underworld,” Hyunjin smirked.

“Holy fuck...Why is the sound of these words coming out of your lips so...hot?”

“Maybe because we’re in hell, sweetcheeks.”

You couldn’t prevent the giggle leaving your mouth.

“Damn it, I should have come here a long time ago,” you joked, marvelling at the beauty of the black marble floors, the silver chandeliers and the gorgeous fireplace a couple of feet away.

“Tsk, tsk, who knew you were such an opportunist?” Hyunjin scolded you.

“I’m incorrigible, I know,” you rolled your eyes. “Why don’t you teach me a lesson? Correct my improper behaviour?”

“Don’t give me such ideas,” he hissed and maybe you were a fool but you desired him so badly you were willing to do anything just to have him touch you again.

“Please, my king,” you begged him hopelessly. And Hyunjin found it impossible to resist you, crashing his lips into yours in another breathtaking kiss. His hand wrapped around your neck, giving it the slightest bit of pressure and causing you to moan into his mouth.

“H-harder,” you whined.

“You’re crazy,” Hyunjin shook his head.

“Only for you,” you grinned. And then, he did as you asked, squeezing more tightly. Despite that, you didn’t break eye contact with him.

“You’re driving me insane,” he groaned. “Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me without you? It felt like being torn apart. I fucking hated every second of it.”

Pushing you roughly onto his bed, covered with black sheets (fitting for the king of the underworld), you didn’t say a word because you were far too preoccupied with the need to taste him. Taking his fingers into your mouth, you began sucking them eagerly, as if to prove yourself worthy of him. Your mind was about to have a funny thought: you were definitely going to hell for this. Until it hit you. You were already in it.

Right on cue, Hyunjin’s black wings rose in the air. You wondered if there was any correlation between your actions and the movement of his feathers. You wondered if your lips wrapped around his long fingers were turning him on. As if to test your theory, you extended your hand to stroke his beautiful wings. God, you’d missed how soft they felt against your touch.

“Don’t tease,” he grunted with effort.

“You like this!” you exclaimed in amazement, letting his fingers leave your mouth. “You like it when I touch your wings.”

“Shut up,” Hyunjin said and it was such a rare occurence to see him so angry that you couldn’t help but feel aroused by it. And ambitious to rile him up even more.

“Make me,” you smiled, perfect innocence masking your features.

Hyunjin in the faerie kingdom would have laughed at such a statement playfully and maybe even tickled you. But Hyunjin in the underworld was not in the mood for games. After all, he was on his own territory. And any challenge against his supreme power was an offence that couldn’t go unpunished. So when he took off his pants and forced his way into your mouth, you could swear you’d never been wetter. Little did he know that his “punishment”  was bringing you so much pleasure. As you sucked onto him for dear life, a part of you wished you hadn’t wasted so much time going on unsuccessful dates with humans when you could have had this all along. Coming inside you with a loud roar, you felt increasingly incredibly attracted to Hyunjin.

In the aftermath of your activities, you were happily surprised that Hyunjin allowed you to touch his wings again. You were more careful this time, not at all intending to turn him on, but rather comfort him and help him relax.

“Hyun...” you started. “I’m really sorry for...you know. For leaving like that.”

“Don’t be,” he replied calmly. “Anyone would have done the same thing after the way we lied to you.”

“I don’t want to be just anyone to you,” you sighed, kissing his chest tenderly. “And besides, you two saved my life. I feel like an ungrateful, soulless bitch.”

“You’re really not. I admit, having half-demon and half-faerie heart can make you a bit desensitized.  But you’re still...you. I mean, if you weren’t yourself, you wouldn’t have called me. Just to make sure those humans wouldn’t suffer. Soulless beings don’t have a conscience. And you obviously do.”

“I really appreciate you saying that. It might take some time for me to truly believe that but...I just wanted you to know how sorry I am, Hyunjin.”

“Are you just saying that ‘cause you’re impressed by my kingdom and its riches?”

You punched his shoulder lightly.

“Hey! I’m not like that!” you complained. “Though I gotta admit, being the queen of the underworld does sound hella tempting. Pun-intended, of course.”

“You’re cute,” Hyunjin chuckled. “And I hate to break it to you but it’s not all sunshine and rainbows down here.”

“Didn’t expect it to be. In any case, I’m here now. So it would be my honour if you showed me all there is to know about the underworld. I’m a quick study.”

“That, I can tell.”

The next week passed in perfect bliss with Hyunjin teaching you the rules of his kingdom. You were beginning to get to know him better and you were very pleased by how easy it was to go back into the same old routine you two had established. However, when it was time to pay a visit to the faerie world, you were feeling more anxious than ever. You weren’t sure how Felix would react to your miraculous return. And though Hyunjin had mentally prepared his boyfriend for it, you couldn’t help but worry.

Once you entered the faerie kingdom, you realized how completely unprepared you were for this. While Hyunjin’s reaction was mostly (excluding the angry sex) positive and warm (king of hell pros), Felix’s was pure ice. When met with his cold gaze, you felt shivers running down your spine.

“Oh, look who decided to grace us with her unwelcome presence,” were his first words. “I would say it’s a pleasure, but you know faeries can’t really lie.”

“Really?” you scoffed. His frustration was making you frustrated, as well. “You know, I could say the same. Maybe faeries can’t lie but they are certainly great at tricking people and deceiving them about their true intentions, making me into a fool!”

“We only did that because we were too entranced by you to let you go,” Felix explained passionately.

“I suppose I should be flattered,” you cackled. “Two immortal kings...boyfriends, at that, thirsting after me.”

“You should be,” Felix whispered, his deep voice affecting you more than it should have. “It’s not a common occurrence. But I still can’t trust you after that stunt you pulled.”

“Good. Because I can’t trust you, either,” you admitted and kissed him angrily, the fingers on your right hand gripping his golden braids, your teeth biting his lower lips and the nails on your left hand scratching the back of his neck fiercely. “You know, on Earth we have a saying...once bitten, twice shy.”

“Is that you asking me to bite you in order to make you weak for me? Because I’m not entirely opposed to the idea,” Felix hissed, the promise of something like that exciting you to no end.

“Nooo, though I can’t reject that offer,” you giggled, slapping his chest playfully. “You faeries and that problem with literalness. The saying means that if you were hurt once when doing something, you’re inclined to be more careful when you’re doing it the second time.”

“Does it refer to us?” he asked.

“Exactly my point,” you confirmed.

“So, what you’re saying is...I should be careful around you. So as to not get hurt again.”

“Look at you, interpreting human sayings like a champ,” you praised him fondly. “It could also mean the opposite, though. That I should be more careful around you, Felix.”

“But if we’re just tiptoeing around each other for eternity, we’ll never learn how to trust one another,” he reasoned. “One of us has got to make the first step. Eventually.”

“I agree. But let’s take it slow and see how this goes, okay?” you kissed him again, eager to prove him your willingness to give this a try. “Even if we don’t trust each other fully, that doesn’t have to stop us from having fun, right?”

“I love it when you read my mind,” Felix moaned into your mouth. Your sneaked a determined hand inside his pants and wrapped it around his half-hard length.

“This all for me?” you teased.

“Don’t be a brat,” he complained, grabbing your hand and urging you to move faster.

“As you wish, Your Majesty,” you curtseyed jokingly and focused on pleasuring him properly until he came all over your fingers.

“You’re a menace to the supernatural society,” Felix groaned and started removing his necktie in an uncharacteristically animalistic way. Growing weak in the knees, you couldn’t help but ask:

“What are you going to do with that?”

“I’m going to make sure you stop being a brat,” he threatened and pulled your hands behind your back, using his tie to bind them as tightly possible. Feeling helpless and completely at his mercy, you sensed his mouth wrapping around your nipples, sucking on them lightly. With each whine on your behalf, Felix’s actions became more savage, occasionally biting your skin.

“Lix, I can’t take it anymore,” you begged for something, anything, the wetness between your thighs growing uncomfortable.

Finally taking pity on you, Felix stuck his fingers inside your heat, giving you the release you had been aching for. Once he was done tormenting you, you couldn’t stop yourself from asking him for another favour:

“Please, untie me, I want to play with your hair,” you confessed.

Doing as you wished, you were quite unhappy when he said you should go. No, unhappy was an understatement. You were extremely upset.

“Lix, I want you to know that I’m really sorry for leaving,” you expressed honestly, feeling the need to have a serious conversation with him.

“You think I’m mad at you?” Felix furrowed his brows in confusion. “I’m the one who should be sorry for playing with your heart the way I did. For making you believe your brother was in danger. Just because I was too much of a coward to ask you to stay without any deals involved.”

Your eyes began watering with emotion. Did he really think he should apologize? 

“Despite all that, I regret leaving you and I had to tell you that. You and Hyunjin literally ripped your hearts out to save my life and how I treated you after that is unforgivable.”

“Well, I think you deserve a second chance,” Felix smiled softly.

“So, how about we both give each other a second chance?” you suggested, warming up more and more by the second.

“I’d like that very much,” the faerie king admitted.

“Can I play with your hair now?” you begged with a pout.

“Why is it so important to you?” Felix laughed but let you do as you pleased, closing his eyes under your touch. 

“Dunno. Just think it’s pretty. You’re pretty,” you mumbled, running your fingers through his golden braids.

“You know, I think this is the first time you’ve ever complimented me.”

“R-really?” you stammered. “I wonder why. You are devastatingly stunning.”

“Staaahp,” Felix groaned, embarrassment painting his cheeks pink.

“Aww, is the almighty faerie king feeling shy?” you traced a finger across his cute freckles.

“Do you need a reminder who was the one bitten shy?” his eyes snapped wide open. You appreciated his effort to remember the saying. 

“So adorable,” you mumbled under your nose.

“Care to repeat that?”

You shook your head but your thoughts remained unchanged. Why did it take you so long to notice faeries were not just bad? You had been so blinded by fear for your brother that you had ignored all the positive qualities Felix had. But never again.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks into months. And before you could figure out how, you had established a routine that worked best for everyone. (And kept innocent, unsuspecting humans safe). One week in the underworld, one week in the faerie kingdom and one back on Earth with your brother. During one of your conversations with him, Jisung had asked you to be extremely cautious and you had promised him you knew what you were doing. You were no longer the clueless, naive girl you were a year ago. And besides, this time Jisung was free and happily making music, as well as travelling the world with his boyfriend Minho. You were not obligated by any deals. You simply wanted to spend your days (and nights...) with Hyunjin and Felix. And even though Jisung was a bit worried at first, he could also tell that you were smiling more than ever before. And he had to admit, it was nice to see you glowing.

One evening, as you were having dinner with Hyunjin in the underworld, you suddenly wanted to ask him something that had been on your mind for a while.

“How did you meet Felix?”

Hyunjin’s eyes sparked with interest at the sudden inquiry, but he responded, nonetheless.

“It’s a long story,” he smiled fondly.

“We have all night,” you blinked curiously.

“Very well, then,” and so, Hyunjin began telling the story: “Once upon a time, there were two lonely princes. One knew he was supposed to inherit the underworld. The other - the faerie land. Both were eager to have a friend, anyone who could relate to the pressures of their future tasks. Until the faerie prince, mischievous as he was, started going on secret adventures, looking for other worlds. He was sick and tired of playing with the other faeries. He wanted something new, more exciting. The more he looked, the harder it was to find a kindred soul. Usually, he would end up in worlds that were even more boring to him than the faerie kingdom. Until one day, he discovered a purple portal that led him to the underworld. Shocked by the unfamiliar intruder, the prince of hell challenged him to a duel. The two princes fought until they were out of breath but for some reason none of them had any murderous intentions. Since they were both skilled in politics, they knew that killing a stranger would result in an unwelcome conflict. Eventually, the two princes dropped their swords and started talking. Soon enough, they discovered how much they common they had. How much they were both struggling with the expectations everyone had of them. At one point, the lonely prince of the underworld asked the faerie prince if he’ll come again. And he did. In fact, he kept coming. It took them a couple of centuries to turn from friends into lovers. Really stupid princes, if you ask me.”

Upon hearing the story of Hyunjin and Felix’s relationship, you were overwhelmed by a strange feeling that terrified you immensely. But you knew you would have to deal with it sooner or later. Your bets were on the former.

“Randomly finding a portal to the underworld does sound like Felix,” you chuckled lightly.

“He really cares about you, you know? As do I...” Hyunjin confessed, looking directly into your eyes. It was as if he was piercing into your soul. And honestly? You didn’t mind it one bit. That scared you. But you also welcomed that feeling.

Shocked speechless by his words, you needed a moment to gather your own thoughts. When you were finally ready, you spoke again.

“Hyunjin...I’ve been meaning to say this for a while and I know I’ll regret it if I don’t say it now...I love you so much. And I’m beyond grateful you gave me a second chance. Even though I probably didn’t deserve-”

“Y/N, stop. Of course you deserved it. We were the ones who deceived you. It was only fair you wanted to get away from us.”

“Still. You gave me half your hearts to save my miserable life,” you cried out. “And I betrayed you.”

“Enough of that,” Hyunjin waved you off. “It’s all in the past. Now please go back to the part about how much you love me.”

“I do,” you repeated. “So strongly. And I also love Felix.”

“Why don’t you go and tell him that yourself?” Hyunjin suggested.

“But my week in the underworld isn’t over yet.”

“I can find a way around that. Now go!” he urged you excitedly. “You can use the secret portal Felix found. I trust you with it.”

“Thank you, Hyun!” you kissed him quickly.

“It’s not a problem, my dear girl. Oh and before you go. I love you, too.”

Your heart (or, you guessed it was only right to say half his heart) began beating more rapidly than ever.

“I know,” you smirked teasingly before entering the purple portal.

Once you had landed in the faerie world, the first place you went to was the throne room. When you couldn’t find Felix there, you decided to check his private chambers. However, to no avail. Unable to locate the king in the grand hall, as well, you started worrying. You had no choice but to ask around, begging the faeries for help. When they informed you he went to the underworld to talk to Hyunjin and you, you shook your head in disbelief. You had just left the underworld to talk to him. And remembering how time passed differently down here...meant he was most likely there for a longer time than you were.

Returning to the underworld through the purple portal, you finally found him. The sight of Felix sobbing in Hyunjin’s arms broke your heart (well, half Felix’s heart, probably). Hyunjin was doing his best to comfort his boyfriend, his black wings wrapped around Felix’s back. Before you could announce your presence, you accidentally overheard part of their conversation.

“I really hurt her, Jinnie, didn’t I? And I’m afraid it is too late to fix things...” Felix cried out.

“Lixie, it’s probably not my place to say this but...Y/N might have feelings for you,” Hyunjin whispered.

“It’s true,” you finally spoke, causing them to turn around. “I do have feelings for you, Felix.”

“Hate feelings?” you could tell the faerie was joking, because he sounded a tad bit hopeful.

“No. Love feelings,” you explained.

“Oh.”

You hurried over towards them to hug them tightly. Possessed by a strange of wave of affection, you exclaimed:

“My beautiful soft boys. I love you both so much.”

“Hey, we’re dangerous immortal beings, not soft boys!” Felix pouted.

“Sure, Lix, whatever helps you sleep at night,” you couldn’t resist teasing them. Hyunjin squeezed your cheek tightly as if to remind you who’s really in charge.

“For the record, I love you, too,” Felix replied.

“Of course you do, I’m awesome,” you winked.

“And I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” the faerie continued. Hyunjin gave him a proud smile. “You remember what we talked about a year ago? That in order to trust each other, someone has to take a leap of faith?”

“I’m impressed by your vocabulary, but go on.”

“I wanted to show you that I trust you, instead of just saying it. And I couldn’t think of a better way than to tell you my real name.”

“You don’t have to do this,” you mumbled, honoured by the thoughtful gesture. Even if he didn’t tell you his name, the mere fact he was ready to share this piece of valuable information touched you deeply.

“I know. But I want to,” Felix reassured you. “Hyunjin already knows my name so I’m not going to bother kicking him out.”

“It’s literally my kingdom and my room, but go off, I guess,” Hyunjin rolled his eyes playfully.

“It’s Yongbok.”

“Wow. You really do trust me, huh?” you were in awe.

“Don’t push it,” Felix warned.

“I can confirm that’s his name, by the way.”

“You guysss,” you whined. “I really appreciate it. And to prove how much I care about you two and I would never abuse your trust, I’m willing to sign a blood oath that I solemnly swear I won’t use your name against you.”

“Is this really necessary? I mean, technically, you carry half our hearts. What differences would a blood oath make?” Hyunjin intervened.

“Oh, it’s necessary, alright,” Felix grinned. “But not in the way you expect it to be.”

And with that, Felix bit your neck, drawing a tiny trickle of blood.

“Gross,” Hyunjin complained. “But also kinda hot and I wanna join.” 

And then, he also bit your neck! You were beginning to question their identities. Were they really a faerie and a demon or bloody vampires?!

“Twice bitten, once shy, was it?” Felix teased.

You shook your head, not even bothering to correct him. You would gladly be bitten by them a hundred times if it meant spending eternity in their loving arms...

Ever since you remembered, your parents always warned you against faeries. Theirs was not only a different kind of magic, but it was also a dangerous type of magic. So unpredictable that it could make you do things you didn’t want to do. Making your mind foggy, your eyes blind and your heart...well, not truly your own. Making you question reality itself. Do I really want to do this or am I simply doing it because they want me to? That’s what you had been taught. And that’s what you used to believe.

And indeed, faeries were treacherous (demons, too, sometimes). But what your parents were wrong about, what the stories had forgotten to tell you was that both faeries and demons alike could also be selfless. Selfless enough to risk their own hearts to save you. They could be kind. Kind enough to forgive you for leaving. They could be honest. Honest enough to tell you their real names, show you their real selves. And full of light. So much light, silver and gold, made of stars and magic, of black-feathered wings and brown freckles, of smiles and memories, full of life.

Last time you had been so terrified of their unfamiliar worlds, so scared of the unknown, of catching feelings, of being vulnerable that you had been so eager, too eager, perhaps, to run away. But this time, you were willing to stay.

The End

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Parking lot

Pairing ~ nagito/reader

Genre + warning ~ ns//fw, car sex, giving oral, I'm bad at this smh, self-degrading, palming/handjob, public sex? I don't think so... Hair pulling, praising, two cars having sex, two cars havi-//slap.

Summary ~ nagito takes you to stargazing with him, but something happens

Note ~ even more horny anon... Also, thank you! I'm glad you liked my writing, you too anon! Don't forget to drink food and eat water 😋

❛h-huh? You want to do— WHAT- u-umh...❜

"hey s/o! Are you ready yet?"

Nagito was waiting for you to get inside of the car, you were packing some snacks so when stargazing you two doesn't get hungry.

"yeah I'm coming!" You quickly got into the car and placing the basket that's full of snacks and drinks, place it passenger seat behind you two, "You brought snacks?" "Yup, I don't want us to get hungry all of a sudden." Nagito nodded. He turn on the machine and drive.

"Hey s/o?" "Yes nagito?" He stayed silent a bit "may i place my hands on your thigh—" "that is a stupid question, of course you can." He give you a cheeky smile and cautionly places his palm on your thighs.

He slowly rubbing your thighs, kind of makes nagito and you turn on. Without he's knowing, he accidentally when to your inner thigh, your breath become heavy, you want to tell him but....

He noticed you that you were panting "s/o? Are you okay?" Still doesn't realise it yet, "y-yeah I'm okay, don't worry." "Are you sure? You're panting— oh.." he looks down at his hand.

"i-im so sorry s/o!" "It's fine! Don't worry..." Thank God he noticed, you were almost moan. The air in the car was awkward, he wants to grab your hands to apologise, but got aimed at your crotch.

"a-ah.." "I'm sorry s/o! I was looking for your hand— i-i, please punch me—" "na-nagito! Your still driving! Please focused." He snapped and focusing on driving again.

Nagito was looking for a parking lot, cancelling the stargazing. "N-nagito? I thought we're going to watch the—" "I'm sorry what I'm about to do s/o." He grab your cheeks and begin the steamy kiss.

He pull your body to his laps so that he can explore you even more, nagito hands roaming around you making you moan, but it got muffled by the kiss. You pulled out the kiss cover up your mouth.

He still chasing your lips but nevermind, he's got into your neck and then kiss it, you did expect this, you want him to continue, he needed you in the most possible way. Nagito keeps marking you until it was dark.

When he's done marking you, he was licking the mark that he made on you, your body shiver because nagito was licking your neck and shoulder.

"a-ah n-nagito, w-we should go back if yo-u want to continue th-his." "Don't worry s/o, the car is soundproof..." He's eyes are lovesick. He wipe your drool, never leave your eyes.

"ngh-! m-my ho-pe what are yo-" nagito shut his eyes and grip onto you harder, while he was marking you, you were unzipping his pants, and now you were palming him, you making a mess out of him.

While you were palming him, he was moaning into your ears, you keep stroking it until he grabs your hands and then kiss you again.

He pull down the sit to behind, and pinned you.

Hiking up your skirt, pull down your underwear and slide his cock into you, "Ngh! Na-nagito—" "hope... you're so tight..." He let you getting used to his length, even though this is not the first time, he's still a gentleman okay.

While he was waiting for you, he didn't even leave your eyes, he just keep staring at it, he hug you. "Sorry about the plan is canceled.." "it's fine nagito, plus i..kind of want this..." Your voice become quite, and avoided his gaze.

"ah-ah-ah, don't look away from me.." he grab you cheek, slowly turn it, and kissed your forehead. "I-i think I'm ready now." He nodded, "please, let me know if this hurts."

First, he goes deeper into your hole, making you gasp and and accidentally pull nagito hair, nagito whining because how tight you are, also grunting at the same because you pull his hair's.

"haa..... tight..mhhh...i don't want-to leave you-!" He begins to thrust you "ngh! N-nagito—" "shh- I'll hand-le this." For a better angle, you secure your both legs into his waist and then pull him EVEN deeper.

"s-s/o— y-your tak-taking me good, i d-dont deserve yo-ngh!" His thrust become sloppier, "hahh....but here i am, pounding you w-with my worthless cock—"

"na-gito! Please do-dont say that–" "i-im sorry—" he accidentally hit your g-spot, you shut down your eyes, nagito whine because around him become too tight. You were exhausted because of that realise.

Panting heavily, nagito got out from your hole and lay besides you, it is really cramped.. but who cares, he praising you, say's that you did good, you were beautiful tonight, also, you did the same but he doesn't believe it.

Too bad.

Side note ~ hello anon! Apologise if i took too long, hope you like how this turn out!

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🔮A Psychic's Debt ⎯ Y. Hagakure

☽ Featuring: Yasuhiro Hagakure

☽ Request? ✓ @princeasimdiya12 again sorry for the long wait! Also, I did two timeskips in the middle, I couldn't think of anything to put but really it was just like a minute time skip. Not gonna lie, I stayed up writing on most of this so I'm sure some parts are rushed just because my brain was too tired to think of anything in between also sorry, the actual nsfw stuff is shorter lol i dont know how i did that

☽ Includes: abduction, drowning, gagging, ocean, no reader, character death, orgasm, almost naked and afraid, hallucinations, chained up, yakuza, forced drug taking, pain, does it count as a pain kink if the aphrodisiac started to take effect?, underwater handjob, drooling (again), forced blood kink, dick teasing, gn! diver, nipple play

☽ Synopsis: Yasuhiro Hagakure is abducted by the Yakuza, who decides to pay him back for screwing them.

☽ minors do not interact

🔮┊🔮┊🔮 ≛ ☽

Yasuhiro was tired.

He had been sprinting for hours, trying to make the distance bigger between him and his pursuers. If they got their hands on him, he didn't know what would happen.

Why did his clairvoyance power get him into these situations?

Let's go back to about two days ago.

Yasuhiro's shop was visited by a wealthy-looking man. He had two neatly dressed bodyguards with him. Yasuhiro instantly knew that he needed to make this man believe him. He might get a whole bunch of money!

Yasuhiro cleared his throat and the bodyguards looked at him and glared. He understood that he was being disrespectful by the look so he waited. The wealthy man looked around his shop. He was taking his time, which was raising Yasuhiro's anxiety.

The man finally acknowledged Yasuhiro and walked towards him. He was surveying the setup Yasuhiro had. From the tacky tablecloth to the standard crystal ball in the middle of the table, which Yasuhiro never uses. It's just for show. The man sat down and stared at him intensely.

Yasuhiro was getting uncomfortable with the silence that's been happening since he got here.

"Are you the psychic Yasuhiro Hagakure?" Yasuhiro was surprised that he knew who he was. Maybe his reputation was bigger than he thought it worse. "Yes, I am the amazing Yasuhiro." He thought it was a good idea to make a joke about how amazing he was. Yet his proclamation didn't get any sort of reaction.

'Tough crowd.'

"I will pay you 1,000,000 monocoins for you to tell me my future." Yasuhiro felt the laziness that usually plagued his body drain the moment he heard how much money he would be getting. He sat up straight. He was going to get him this money, even if he had to lie a little.

Yasuhiro showed a money-hungry smile. The wealthy man noticed his enthusiasm for the money offer and smirked. A lot of money can go a long way to get what you want. "There's a catch, however." Yasuhiro's smile never went away.

You could practically see the dollar signs in his eyes.

"If you lie or deceive me, you're disappearing from this world." Yasuhiro didn't hear that part. He was still focused on the amount of money he was about to get just for telling the man in front of him his future. Yasuhiro was just nodding along, not knowing what he just agreed to.

Yasuhiro got to work. He made the man put his hands on the crystal ball, Yasuhiro's own hands going onto the ball as well. He closed his eyes and faked like he was actually looking through the man's future when really it instantly came to him.

He just needed to act like it was difficult for him.

"I see. Hmmm...interesting. You should prepare...the war is starting....and you should be the one to start it." Yasuhiro opened his eyes and made eye contact with eyes that looked hungry with power. "Will I win?" Yasuhiro silently nodded and he noticed how the men who came with the mysterious man seemed to be nodding with approval.

He didn't really care, all he wanted was his money. So what better way than to lie a little?

"My visions are always 100% correct." That was a lie, it was a mere 30%, but they didn't need to know that at all. The mystery man stood up and reached out his hand. Yasuhiro shook it, noticing the glimpse of a tattoo that went from his hand, through the sleeves of the man's suit.

"Since you have such a high rate of success, I'll double the money. Just as a little thank you gift." Yasuhiro was silently cheering. Before the man left, he ended up getting Yasuhiro's bank information and sent him 2,000,000 monocoins to him.

Yasuhiro checked before the day ended, and the money was there. He continued checking it until the beginning of earlier today.

Yasuhiro had the day off and woke up to look at his bank account to admire how much money he had made. But when he looked, it was all gone. "What the fuck?!" Yasuhiro got out his bed quickly. He practically leaped out his door.

He should've stayed in bed.

In front of him were a lot of expensive black cars. Stood in front, with his hands in his pockets was the man from the day before. Yasuhiro noticed the tattoos some of them had. 'Fuck. Yakuza.' Yasuhiro's flight or fight response was getting ready to kick in. He saw how angry the man looked.

What the fuck happened?

"Yasuhiro Hagakure. You may have noticed that your money is gone. Wonder why? Turns out that my enemy came to you before and asked for their future and you told them I would be planning an attack on them. Because of you, I lost." Yasuhiro was confused.

He didn't see anyone who paid as much as this man. However, he didn't look like he would listen to anything Yasuhiro had to say. So, Yasuhiro did what his cowardly mind thought: run.

So, he's been running since then and he was becoming exhausted. Yasuhiro didn't want to take a break, but he had to, he needed energy in order to continue trying to get away. He was hunched over, catching his breath when he heard leaves crunch. He looked behind him but couldn't see anyone.

Yet his body was tense with fear.

This fear was justified. Within a second, Yasuhiro got tackled and forced to the ground. He was squirming around, trying to get out of the grip of his capturers. No matter how much he struggled, their grips never loosened.

Yasuhiro was lifted up like he weighed nothing and was carried a few miles away. During the whole walk, Yasuhiro consistently struggled but that only got him a few bruises and a broken nose.

Yasuhiro was thrown into a car and the door slammed. He sat up and looked around, noticing he was in the car with a man who was clearly the leader. "Listen, this is just a big misunderstanding." Each time he spoke, Yasuhiro could taste the blood that was running from his nose into his mouth.

He cringed at the metallic taste as the Yakuza leader just stared at him. "A misunderstanding huh?" Yasuhiro nodded and instantly regretted it, who knew a broken nose could affect you this much. "So are you saying I messed up? I made a mistake?" Yasuhiro knew this was a trap.

The man was trying to lead him into saying he fucked up, which would definitely cause more aggression toward Yasuhiro. However, he couldn't disagree cause then the man will say he tried to trick him, adding to the aggression that was already there.

Either way, it was a lose-lose situation.

Yasuhiro stayed silent though, no matter how he answered or how he played this, the situation would get worse. So he hoped his silence would be enough to let the man know that he didn't know. The Yakuza leader followed every drip of blood from Yasuhiro's nose.

He saw how Yasuhiro's eyes were struggling to stay open, not just from some of the blood loss but also from the pain he had to endure and the amount of time he spent running. It was catching up to his body. The man smirked, hoping Yasuhiro would fall asleep before they got to their destination. He wanted to surprise him.

Unfortunately for Yasuhiro, he did in fact fall asleep. A huge mistake he'll come to regret later.

Something was wrong.

Yasuhiro could sense it. Usually, he would sleep peacefully. But there was this dream that kept reoccurring. He would open his eyes and see a vast amount of water surrounding him every way he looked. He felt a pulling sensation constantly and looked down to see he had a chain around his ankle.

He would realize he was under the water, from the amount of fish that were swimming around him. He wondered how long he had been down here. It was hopeless to fight, he was at the bottom.

He knew he couldn't win so he gave up. He was losing air and consciousness and as his world started to get dark, he saw the cruise ship's silhouette above him. It was the last thing he saw before his eyes closed and then reopened.

With his eyes open, he saw the water and heard the cruise ship, then died. Then his eyes opened and he saw the water. It was like his dream was trying to warn him repeatedly that this was going to happen and he needed to wake up or it would keep repeating.

Yasuhiro's eyes opened and he saw the sky. He found this weird. Was everything he experienced a warning that he should get a head start? Yasuhiro tried to sit up but couldn't. He let out a groan as the soreness in his body started to hit him.

Nope. Everything but the water actually happened.

"You're awake. Oh, but you won't be able to move." Yasuhiro looked to his left and saw a large group of people. They were all watching him with the scariest look on their faces. Why were they all looking at him like he was a piece of meat? Yasuhiro opened his mouth to speak "W....W..." He couldn't speak.

His throat was dry and his voice was scratchy.

Everyone laughed at him, again causing some worry to appear in Yasuhiro. They were getting enjoyment from his suffering. The Yakuza leader tilted his head as he stared at Yasuhiro. "Would you like some water?" Yasuhiro desperately nodded. He needed it. "Don't worry, you'll be getting plenty soon."

'That sounds creepy.' Yasuhiro thought about the vision he had. That vision couldn't be real right? His accuracy was only thirty percent, so it couldn't have been true. The Yakuza leader made it no better. "Yasuhiro Hagakure. I wanted to make you sleep with the fishes figuratively. However, I had a change of heart and decided to do it literally."

Yasuhiro's eyes widened and he attempted to move around. Yet he still couldn't. It was like his body was being held down by a powerful force. "Sorry about you not being able to move. I had to give you a paralytic drug. It would make this easier."

They forced a drug inside of him.

They paralyzed his body to make it easier for them to throw him into the water. They were going to drown him and he couldn't do anything about it. "Boss we're coming up to the middle of the ocean now." The Yakuza leader nodded and stood up. He walked towards a scared and paralyzed Yasuhiro.

He crouched down next to him and whispered. "So your visions aren't 100%. Fascinating how far someone would go just for money." He stood up and ordered everyone on the boat. "Start preparing him. We need to hurry and get back." Everyone on the boat started moving.

Random hands started to grab at his body, all reaching and manhandling his body to strip his clothes. He couldn't even move to fight back against the forced undressing he was undergoing right now. They took off all his clothes but his boxer briefs.

Yasuhiro's body shivered from the exposure to the air, he couldn't focus on that for long though.

Yasuhiro felt someone tug his leg harshly and he let out a hoarse scream, it was barely even a scream. His throat was so dry that he couldn't even scream. He heard a click and looked down to see someone had wrapped a chain around his ankle and kept it together with a lock.

He was forced to listen and watched as they prepared him for his demise.

He felt another tug on his ankle and looked over to see them pulling the anchor he was attached to. They were taking him to the edge of the boat and he couldn't fight. Yasuhiro couldn't even pathetically beg for his life. He felt tears welling up as he realized that his life choices finally caught up to him in the worst way possible.

"Awe~ He's crying." Yasuhiro heard a girl say as he got pulled. He bit his lip to stop himself from whimpering. These were the last people that were going to see him alive. He shouldn't cry. Yet the tears started to fall. He didn't want to die. He was too scared of death.

The Yakuza leader came back but this time with a bottle of pills. Are they about to put more paralytic drugs into him? The leader saw him looking at the bottle scared and he laughed. "Don't worry, I'm not going to prolong your paralysis. Instead, I'm going to make you feel good. I hope you're fine with aphrodisiacs."

They were trying to make him horny? Why? Why would they do that? he didn't have an option of forcing his mouth to close. The Yakuza's followers forced his mouth open and allowed their leader to drop a pill into his mouth. They also forced him to swallow the pill without any water that would help to hydrate him.

After forcing him to swallow, they put a cloth gag into his mouth.

The leader lied straight to his face, he wouldn't be getting any water at all. Yasuhiro wondered if he would pass out from dehydration and die or if he would be drowned while awake. "We made it to our destination Yasuhiro Hagakure. Say goodbye." Yasuhiro shook his head wildly.

He was trying to find some way to convince them to not throw him overboard. Let him repay in some other way. Even though it hurt his throat, Yasuhiro tried to speak. "Dommt dmo imt!" The Yakuza leader tilted his head. "I wonder what you're saying. Probably something insignificant."

The tears started to fall even more. He was hoping that they would have some compassion, but they didn't. They wanted to throw him over no matter what. "Throw the trash off." Hearing that final command, Yasuhiro closed his eyes tightly.

He didn't want to witness his death.

The members of the Yakuza grabbed ahold of the anchor and threw it into the ocean. Yasuhiro listened to the horrifying sound of the anchor's chain unraveling. Each time it unraveled, it tugged Yasuhiro towards the ocean.

When the anchor finally unraveled completely, Yasuhiro's body started to quickly and smoothly move toward the ocean. 'I can't accept this.' Yasuhiro started to panic. He could feel some of his body was starting to become unparalyzed.

Yasuhiro wrapped his arm around one of the Yakuza members. "Let go!" Yasuhiro shook his head. The member was starting to panic, Yasuhiro was going to pull them into the water with him. The Yakuza member grabbed onto the boat tightly, which halted how much Yasuhiro's movement.

"Safhh!"

Yasuhiro celebrated too early. Everyone on the boat started to attack him to force him to let go. They kicked and punched him. None of them were holding back. Yasuhiro felt his body become hot for some reason. He started to breathe and pant heavily.

"The aphrodisiac is finally taking effect."

The punches and kicks to his body were starting to feel good. Each form of abuse to his body, made him moan. "Hmmph..." He was starting to drool and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Even when his nose started to bleed again, he got pleasure from it.

"Look at how disgusting he's become." Yasuhiro started to grind his bulge into the boat. He looked like a mess. His body was dirty from running, and he had dried up blood and tears on him, with even more blood to follow. His body felt so, so hot that it was getting uncomfortable.

The only way to cool down would be to go into the water. With his mind under the aphrodisiac effect, Yasuhiro let go. The anchor, after being held up for so long, went deeper into the ocean with more speed than before. Yasuhiro couldn't think logically right now.

All that mattered was getting rid of the heat.

Instantly, Yasuhiro plummeted into the water. His body was now wet and his eyes were seeing all the ocean creatures as he went passed them. Yasuhiro felt his body jolt when the anchor finally sunk into the ground at the bottom of the ocean. He looked up and could barely see the sky. The fish continued to swim around him though like he wasn't there.

He was emerged in water, yet his body was still so hot and his arousal was showing underneath his briefs.

This was so disgusting but it was so...stimulating. Just the fact that he was hard underneath the water as if he was drowning. Yasuhiro moaned softly around the cloth gag as he started to teasingly touch his bulge

He needed to fill that pleasure more, so Yasuhiro put his hand on his bulge and squeezed his hardened cock. The aphrodisiac made him more sensitive so he almost orgasmed fast. He held it in, wanting to edge himself.

Each time he got close, he took his hand away from his bulge. Yasuhiro stopped teasing himself through his briefs after several minutes of edging himself. His cock was leaking, the wetness of his arousal mixing in with the wetness of the ocean.

In the distance, Yasuhiro saw a big shadow. He looked up and saw the ship he saw in his vision. It was closer to him than the vision. This was his chance to be saved, he couldn't think about drowning right now when he was close to being saved.

His visions didn't always come true. So his death wouldn't come true.

Yasuhiro could've sworn he was at the bottom of the ocean, he could see the very top of the ocean floor more clearly. He couldn't worry about that though, he started moving around but stopped. His body felt lighter. Yasuhiro looked down at his leg and saw there was no anchor connected to him.

Yasuhiro, again, felt like something was wrong because he remembered being forced to be connected to an anchor. He shook his head and started to thrash around in the water, hoping the bubbles and the movement would catch someone's attention on the boat as they passed by.

His hopes were answered. He saw a figure that was obviously not a part of the ship. He saw how they stared at him before they dove into the water. But as they swam closer and closer to Yasuhiro, he noticed he couldn't see their face.

He could only see the diver suit they had on, which couldn't tell him what their identity was. It didn't matter to him though, he was being saved by this person. The person reached for his body and focused on trying to take him out of the water. The diver wrapped their arms around Yasuhiro's waist tightly and pulled him against them.

"hmph..." Yasuhiro hoped his small groan from his bulge being pressed against the diver's body would go unnoticeable. However, it didn't. He could see how the person looked down at him instantly. He would be blushing if he wasn't underwater right now.

His back was arched and his head was thrown back as the diver experimentally pressed against him harder. Yasuhiro knew he could remove the cloth gag, but for some reason, he didn't want to. It was adding to the pleasure of the situation he was in.

He didn't know if it was because of the pill or not.

It seemed the diver figured out Yasuhiro's problem and let go of him. Panic arose in Yasuhiro, afraid that the diver would leave him like this. He grabbed onto the diver's suit, willingly them to stay. 'Please....don't leave me like this.' It seemed the diver knew how to read his mind because they reached for his very wet briefs and squeezed the bulge.

The amount of pleasure that shot up Yasuhiro's body was different from the pleasure he got from his own hand. It was like his body was highly sensitive just for the diver in front of him.

As their hand repeatedly squeezed Yasuhiro's bulge, their other hand went to his nipple and pinched it. "Fuuu..." Yasuhiro's eyes rolled to the back of his head as his body enjoyed the pleasure it was experiencing. Yasuhiro was going to cum, all the edging he did earlier was finally catching up to him.

When the diver tugged on his nipple, Yasuhiro saw stars as he came into his briefs, the water getting into his mouth, the cloth gag freeing itself from its clutches. For some reason though, he didn't panic when the water get into his body.

It was like his body became one with the ocean and he could breathe. The diver forced the cloth back into his mouth after Yasuhiro calmed down. Yasuhiro could tell that the person was turned on as well, yet was focusing on getting him off so that he could be saved without any distractions.

Yasuhiro was hard again, the aphrodisiac working its magic, but not as much now that he orgasmed.

The diver let go of his growing bulge and floated around Yasuhiro so that the front of their suit was on his back. Yasuhiro felt the diver's hand go back to his sensitive nipple as the other dipped into his briefs, having a firm grip on his cock.

Yasuhiro relaxed into the diver as they slowly stroked his cock and teased his nipple. The rough feeling of their gloves was stimulating Yasuhiro nicely. He bucked up into their hand, feeling his body getting embarrassingly close to the edge again.

The diver let go of his cock and put the now free hand onto Yasuhiro's other nipple. "Das so guud.." Yasuhiro was thrusting into his own briefs, loving the feeling of the rough texture. The diver pulled, pinched, and flicked at Yasuhiro's nipples.

He didn't know it was possible to cum from just his nipples being played with, but he now was. "PHOOK!" His orgasm was more intense this time and his body was shaking. Yet again, he was getting hard.

No matter how many times Yasuhiro came, he kept getting hard. The diver was continuously pleasuring him until Yasuhiro couldn't get hard anymore, but as time passed by, it seemed impossible. The ocean and his boxer briefs were filled with his cum repeatedly and he couldn't get enough.

Unknowingly to Yasuhiro, he was already dead. He was dead when the anchor hit the ground. People can only survive up to a minute underwater, it's been longer than that. Yet, he's been having this same dream for seventy years now, he was a ghost just reliving his life.

[secretsniper2]

Just a “Touch up”

You always wanted to do something outlandish, all the other girls had gotten something done and bragged about it non stop, it was driving you crazy! So you decided to get something done yourself, nothing major, just a touch up. So now you sit in the doctors office talking with the man who would be operating on you, you explain that your only looking for a light touch up to your face so your friends will notice instantly. The doctor explained that at 19 years of age “there wouldn't really be much they could do” but you were adamant that you get it done. Date set for 2 weeks away you cant wait!

Time flew past with more of the same, your friends bragging and you roll your eyes every time, your certain they will envy your face when your job is done. The date finally arrives and you head to the clinic to get started. Sitting in the waiting room your not alone, there is a creepy guy with a green hat, sitting in the corner, every time you look over at him he is staring at you. “can i help you?” you ask and he stands and walks to the counter, asks for something and is given a grey folder and a pen, taking both to his seat he begins to fill out a form. “bit late to fill that out” you think to yourself, oh well. A Nurse walks into the waiting room with a piece of paper, “Layla!” she calls and you stand and follow her into the room.

Walking through the single door you notice the main table in the middle of the room, and a few covered tables to the side, at the other end of the room is a wide double door your unsure why they need 2 doors for 1 side and a single door on this side.. “ehhh” you think to yourself as the Nurse gives you your gown to change into and as your the only 2 in here you strip down and put your light blue hospital gown on. it barely goes past your pussy! Tying it on securely your just in time for the surgeon to walk in with 2 folders, 1 blue and the other grey like the man in the waiting room. Flicking through both folders he leads you to the table to begin your surgery.

Laying down on the table it feels weird, like the table itself can be pulled apart due to how it shifts beneath you, its certainly not all in 1 piece. The surgeon begins drawing lines on your face where he will be doing his work, as you had discussed. Looking up to the ceiling you see a camera pointed right at you, clearly for medical reasons you feel more lines get drawn on you.  Taking a needle from a shelf he explains “this shot will feel weird and you may get confused, its to ensure you don't feel pain”. Holding out your arm your given the shot, it feels warm as you lower your arm back onto the table, the warmth spreading through your body, its pleasant at least, the warmth flowing up to your head and your hit with the confusion he mentioned. If you were standing you would fall over instantly, but your laying down so your head just rolls to a side, completely relaxed. As the warmth continues to roll down your body it hits your tight pussy and you start to feel a little aroused, at least your legs are closed but with this gowns length its only a matter of time before your lips start showing your arousal.

Continuing down your legs your toes go numb as the warmth hits them, it tickled at first but now you notice you cant move your arms either, you begin to breathe faster as you learn just how little you can move, its just your head! everything under your neck is completely still. Acting as if nothing is wrong the surgeon walks up and puts a headpiece on your face, bit weird as that's where your getting work done, and all you can see is darkness, nothing else. your body tingling all over from the shot earlier and with your vision limited your sense of touch has increased, your now acutely aware of the hairs on your arms standing up, it is cold in here though but your beginning to panic a little.

A sudden burst of light floods your eyes and after a few blinks you see yourself, from the camera hanging over your body, you see everything, almost the whole room! Worse still you see what the lines on your forehead are, he wasn't tracing out lines, he was writing “Fuckslut” on your forehead! examining your body from this perspective you can see your bald pussy peeking out of the gown, raising your arm for the shot must have pulled the gown up! your pussy is exposed! you can see the glistening from your arousal which has only gotten worse since it started, a hand reaches out and grabs your thigh. the surgeons unwanted touching makes you sick, but your pussy just cries out for more touches and you hate that your body is reacting positively.

Walking up beside your body he reaches out and grabs your breast “what the fuck” you think angrily! who does this guy think he is?! as he squeezes your perky C cup breast, moving to the other and repeating after a minute, leaving both your breasts a little sore but your nipples have reacted to the abuse and you can already see them poking against the gown. your head flooding with shame as you see them get harder and harder as his hand snakes its way up to your smooth neck and holds your throat. caressing your skin he loops his hand under the neck of the gown and to your horror, pulls hard and you feel the tight knots you did earlier come undone as the gown soars off your now completely naked body!

You cant believe what your seeing, your 19 year old body laying flat on the table with nothing covering you, your nipples reacting even more as they get even harder than they were seconds before, and your pussy is drooling with need, your humiliation has only begun and you know it. Watching in horror as the hand moves from your neck, sliding down your smooth skin to once again grasp your breast, your nipple being pinched hard this time, you hear him say “this size wont do, ill have to fill them out a bit” and worse still, you hear another unseen man say “you have the chart, make it happen” your eyes scanning the room as much as you can see, but you cant find the source of the second voice! Movement draws your eyes back to the hand as it slides easily over your smooth, flawless skin and glides over your pussy and fingers dip between your lips. Fluid now flowing out as he probes your most private area with his fingers, expertly drawing more and more fluid from you, clearly knowing what he is doing as he brushes across your clit forcing sharp sensations to stab your mind.

Pulling your legs open you see a separation in the table and sure enough the surgeon separates them, putting a brace on the inside section he opens them wider, catching your ankles in the process, and as the table continues to widen, so do your legs. Pussy now completely accessible now to even the most aimless of people, the surgeon brings a covered cart over to you and upon removing the cloth your witness to needles and a scalpel among other tools. Your terror reaching new heights as a needle is taken, full of a pink liquid it is moved straight for your clit, eyes almost bulging out of your head as the tip sinks into your precious bulb, but no pain, at least he was honest about that. Pushing the tip in further you see him injecting the fluid inside your clit and it actually begins to bulge, blood flooding to your nub forcing it to grow out, pushing its hood aside it now sitting out, you cant stop looking at it, its 3 times bigger than what it was!

A flash of steel and your eyes dart to the cause, the surgeon holding the scalpel now moves in on your engorged clit, slicing from the base and moving to the tip you see blood and you have no idea what he is doing to you.. placing a cup over your clit you see him attach a pump to the end, its a suction cup! you feel him pumping away your sensitive clit moving further away from your body, so sensitive the pumping continues will its 8cm out of your hood, then its bandaged to keep it out and exposed, “if she messes up you can grab her by her clit now and lead her anywhere you want” you look at your once adorable clit, you think “i could give my clit a fucking handjob now!” and its almost big enough too. pumped full of blood the sensitivity is through the roof, and because of the fluid he injected your clit with its completely rigid and standing straight out, not bending at all..

Taking 2 more needles from the cart he aims them for your exposed labia, penetrating them your injected with a blue liquid this time, and you feel a instant burning in your pussy as he injects you multiple times around your pussy and even your inner lips get 4 injections. Heat burning away as your arousal forced your pussy to clench and fresh juice squirts out, not a orgasm but it may as well have been, your so desperately horny now and there's nothing you can do! Watching in terror as he gets more needles and walks over to your breasts, 1 needle in the tip of your nipple and the orange fluid is injected followed by the burning sensation in your breasts, “experimental drugs are illegal but im sure you dont mind right” “not at all” the 2 men agree. both your breasts are burning from the inside as you feel them growing! you can almost see it happening right in front of your eyes, your C’s are growing to D’s!

Whatever the injections were they work fast and your not liking this at all! Taking a device from the table your pussy is opened up as he looks inside. “not a virgin” your surgeon says then a very long needle is inserted in your pussy. reaching far inside he hits the entrance to your womb and injects another drug, “what's going to happen to my poor womb?!” you think “there we go” he says, “she should be hypersensitive to touch now” not waiting for a invitation he touches your clit and you orgasm on the spot, from a simple touch! “now for her ass!” you hear him say as you come back down from the orgasm, a brown liquid filled needle is jabbed into your asshole and your filled once again with a burning sensation, likely being made hypersensitive like the rest of you. Looking to your breasts for a moment your stunned at the DD set your now carrying! your breasts are huge!

“Care to sample the goods?” your asshole of a surgeon says and you see him, a green hat moves into your sight, its that guy from the waiting room! You watch as he pulls his cock out and stands between your open legs and pushes into your soaked pussy! forcing 3 orgasms simultaneously from you as he thrusts in, pushing straight into your womb pulling a further 5 orgasms out of you! your mind is going numb already! you have never cum so many times so fast! your sure no woman has in history and yet here you are, a slave to the orgasmic hell these men have forced on you.. The man in the hat pulls out to your entrance again and thrusts once again straight to your womb, so many orgasms you only thought it “kill meee..” as even your voice in your head trails off in the pleasure. As he slams his length into you your clit gets rammed hard by his body and your rewarded with another 6 orgasms! “its not possiblee-ohmyfuckinggod!” you think as your mind melts through your gushing pussy!

After what seemed like a eternity of orgasmic hell, having well over 50 orgasms the man in the hat moves to your chest, hopping on you he slides his cock in between your DD breasts and begins thrusting hard, you have given a titjob before but it never feels this good! your already cumming just from having him fuck your tits! and he clearly enjoys his time as you feel a splash on your face and mouth as he cums on you. “can we make that more fun for the slave too?” he says, your mind stopping at the word “slave” what did he mean by that? your name is Layla for gods sake! you came in here for a touch up and your being transformed into a cum crazy slave?! you watch as a clear liquid filled needle is brought over to your face, your mouth is opened with no resistance, and your tongue is jabbed and filled with the fluid. “this will ensure the she enjoys giving you head as much as you enjoy receiving it” he said with a laugh!

Your mouth burning as the surgeon returns you your pussy and grabs your clit hard and begins playing with it, forcing you to cum instantly with each stroke, having a further 12 orgasms pulled from you in seconds and he is still going! your eyes roll back into your head as you cum wildly! your mouth still open from the injection some of the mans cum drips into your now open mouth and lands on your tongue, you never did like the taste of cum but this was different.. though you cant move it the cum just slides over your sensitive tongue and you can taste it, somehow you love it! it tastes amazing!, hearing something click your head drops backwards as your eyes look down at your body through the camera once more, the green hat man is lining up your throat for some fucking. Nothing you can do but watch this man fuck your throat, as his cock enters your mouth it pushes your tongue to the floor of your mouth, and you can taste his cock in detail. “s-so tasty!!” your mind screams as he begins pumping down your throat!

“i think were almost done here!” the surgeon says loudly and you hear a grunt of agreement from the man as you feel his hot load pump into your throat as he pulls out, raising your head back up and locking the table back in position, the surgeon stops pulling orgasms from you as he releases your hypersensitive and overstimulated clit, you couldn't count how many times you came if you wanted to.. Watching as the man in the green hat beings a bag over, he pulls some small devices out and places them beside you, “how long will she be paralyzed?” he asks as he does, “5 hours at least.” the surgeon replies, “5 hours of immobile hell?! fuck!” you think. Watching as the man places 2 devices on either side of your nipples and tapes them there you recognise them as vibrators.. “the sick fuck is going to keep making me cum?” you scream mentally.. a thick dildo is placed between your tits and turned on, it feels amazing already!

Watching in fear as a series of vibrators are stuck to your solid clit, covering it completely. A long dildo is pushed right into your pussy and into your womb, pulling more orgasms from you, and finally a scary long dildo is pushed inside your virgin ass, the sensation is incredible for your first time, you can feel it as it moves further and deeper inside you. a foot of rubber cock now fills your tight ass! you can see your pussy gaping open as the dildo doesn't even stick out a little, the man pulls a pair of panties from the bag. black and shiny you realize its a latex lined chastity belt. pushing your clit through the large hole in the front, the panties push completely against you, orgasming immediately as the latex hits your pussy, form fitting almost as it hugs your hips perfectly, metal on the outside you see him lock them on and lower a weird ring around the base of your clit and snapping it shut locking your clit in the belt. At the push of a button your whole body cums instantly as every vibrator activates at seemingly max power!

8, 20, 36, 53.. orgasms every few seconds as your clit visibly shakes as each vibration quakes your mind and body, your pussy and ass vibrating furiously as the tip of the cock in your womb wrenches more orgasms out of you. in the first 10 seconds you have already lost count of not only how many times you came, but also where you are! “my name……. is.. Laylaaaaaaahhhhhhh” your mind dribbles out, “fuuuck-ohmygodnooo!!” you would be screaming if you could. Your mask is removed and your eyes dart around looking at the man in the face clearly. you burn his face into your mind as the man who stole your life, but with his large beard you cant make out much! “FUCK! im cuuuuuuhhh..“ your mind trails off. countless orgasms pulled out of your body as the wheels on your table are unlocked and you learn why there are 2 doors on 1 side of the room, its to fit the table.. wheeled through the doors you see a carpark, and your new ride.. a car boot. Your body is folded up with the surgeons help and your bound into a doll almost, still cumming furiously as your placed in the boot of this mans car and locked inside.

Its dark inside, your body still cumming and you cant move even if you wanted to.. a life of sexual slavery at the hands of this man.. You wanted a Touch up, and now this man is going to touch you up any time he wants..

[skzshinyy]

Truth or Dare /// the series (pt.2)

This is my first series and it’s going to be an interactive story. you can choose which members ending you want to read. Of course you can read all of them, I would highly appreciate that. I’ll also upload a version with all of them. I hope you like part two. I’ll try my best to write all the endings by sunday. ALSO, my requests are still open and I’m also working in some little drabbles of my own! If you have any questions, don’t be shy and ask, I don’t bite!

pairings: skz x reader

genre: smut, tiny weeny bit of fluff

warnings oral (receiving and giving)

also, huge thank you to @namnessa for playing this entire part with me as a type of roleplay, it was a lot of fun and really inspiring. Thank you Kitten

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“Sit next to me y/n” Jisung screeched. You still didn’t know what to expect, it’s your first playing with them, you usually just watch movies together and then leave afterwards. But you knew this time was gonna be different. “So, should we start?”, Chan said, reassuring you with a smile. Changbin shrugs “why not? Y’all got the drinks ready?” You hold up the bag, the bottles dangling together. “Let’s go then, I’m so excited!”, Jisung said, almost jumping up from excitement.

Chan looked around, seeing as he is the oldest, he decided to start by picking truth. “pfft truth, start off strong” Seungmin said annoyed, rolling his eyes. Felix on the other hand already knew what to ask; “Have you ever thought about fucking someone in this room?” “duh, it‘s not like y‘all aren‘t attractive..”, Chan scoffed, brushing it off like it wasn’t a big deal. Jeongin couldn’t believe what he just heard, eyes opening wide “really?”

But Changbin couldn’t resist a sneaky comment; “I don’t know, Minho is kind of busted”, he laughs and so does everyone else, except Minho. “Fuck you, you can?t even reach the top shelf-“ Changbin fumed, about to get up and beat up Minho as Chan said calmly. “wowowow calm down... let‘s keeping going. Felix you asked, what do you pick?”

“Well since i’m not a bitch, dare.” Jisung bursted out laughing. Jeongin giggled and suggested: “Make out with Changbin..”

And so they did, Felix crawled over to Changbin and kissed his lips softly. Changbin grabbed his head and leaned in, deepening the kiss. After a good thirty seconds, Changbin finally let’s go and Felix turns to you. “Easy, y/n, truth or dare?”

“uhm that was hot first of all, second of all i pick truth”-“have you fucked any of us?”, Minho instantly blurted out, smirking smugishly. Felix turned a deep shade of red and the other watched you intently.

“No i haven‘t”, you said calmly. “Really?”, Minho said, being surprised. “Well, she hasn’t fucked me..”, Chan said looking around, seeing the others nod in agreement. “See I don’t lie Minho, now you Changbin, what do you pick?”-“dare..”

“Give Jisung a hickey right on his neck”, Hyunjin said, leaning against the sofa.

Changbin blushed and leaned over to suck on Jisung’s neck. “Look at Jisung, he‘s really enjoying it huh?” Minho chuckled. “Of course, he‘s a bottom how would he not enjoy this”, Hyunjin added. Felix moved to put a pillow on his lap as he watched the two next to him.

“pfft look at Felix, already getting hard...” Minho said, laughing. “Shut up! You like it too..”-“ n-no i-i don‘t... are y‘all finished? Seungmin your turn”-“Truth...”, he said silently. “Weren‘t you the one judging in the first place?”, Chan added. “I‘m trying to switch it up..”

“How do you feel about y/n?”, Jisung basically yelped out. Everyone in the circle turned their head towards you. You looked away, pretending to not see all the hungry looks laid on you. “i- uhmm I like her, she‘s a really good friend and I trust her..” Chan couldn’t hold back his chuckle, “yea sure mate. y/N, Truth or Dare?”

Being unsure of what to say, you mustered the courage to pick truth. “Jerk me off”, Chan said bluntly. You couldn’t believe what he said and as you we’re about to cop out, Minho said; “Do it, i wanna see how good you are..” You couldn’t say no to that challenge, crawling over to Chan, unbuttoning his pants. Felix licked his lips as he watched closely.

“Are you sure?”, you look up at Chan. He nodded and started palming him through his boxers. the others yawned, getting bored.”Y‘all are lame..”, Hyunjin scoffed. Jisung added; ”Can you guys hurry up? I want a show”

Having had enough, you take out Chan’s cock and lick a long strip from the base to his tip, making him moan uncontrollably. After giving him a few kitten licks to his tip, you took your hands of him and went back to your spot. You quickly continued;”Innie, what do you pick?”-“I pick dare..”

Changbin not wasting a second, he patted his lap and cleared his throat and said; “Come sit in my lap baby boy” Jeongin practically jumping up and down, he ran over to Changbin and made himself comfortable. You and Minho couldn’t help but die of cuteness “That is absolutely adorable”-“it really is... Jeongin you stay there and pick who gets to go next.”-“ I‘ll pick Chan”

“I’ll pick dare, why not” Jisung, trying to be smug said; “7 minutes in heaven with the person across from you.” Chan only laughed, looking him in the eyes; “that‘s you dumbass...”-“o-oh. I mean, I'm still down” clearly flustered, he tried to laugh it off. “Here or somewhere else?” Minho thought for a second then added; “Do it here”

Jisung stood up and walked over to Chan; ”Start the clock boys!” Chan hungrily kissed Jisung. Minho being unbothered, kemp going, ignoring the dirty sounds coming from next to him; “Who wants to continue?”-“Me”, Jeongin said, “I pick truth”

Changbin wrapped the arms around the younger, still seated on top of him and asked; “Do you like this baby boy?”-“yes i do..”, Innie said shyly, blushing right away. Minho swooned for the younger, not being able to contain his uwu’s, he asked softly; “Who should pick next?”-“Hyunjin should, he’s been quiet...”-“ i pick dare”

Felix smirked, not hesitating; “Why dont you take care of y/n, she has been fidgeting since the handjob”You looked at Felix, shocked, but before you could say anything, Hyunjin was already stroking your pussy over your panties. “She’s so wet already”, Hyunjin groaned. But soon enough the timer went off and he took his hand away

Jisung moaned as Chan finally let go off him, completely marked up. You sighed, wanting to have continued, but you couldn’t have guessed in a million years what happened next:

Hyunjin sat back and asked; “y/n, what do you choose?” You hesitated, but in the you picked dare. The room went quiet, everybody searching for ideas, as suddenly Minho turned to Chan and whispered something in his ear. Chan seemingly nodding in approval, Minho said:

“Fuck _______”

Now it’s your turn, who do you want to fuck, it’s your decision...

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[secretsniper3]

Just a “Touch up”

You always wanted to do something outlandish, all the other girls had gotten something done and bragged about it non stop, it was driving you crazy! So you decided to get something done yourself, nothing major, just a touch up. So now you sit in the doctors office talking with the man who would be operating on you, you explain that your only looking for a light touch up to your face so your friends will notice instantly. The doctor explained that at 19 years of age “there wouldn't really be much they could do” but you were adamant that you get it done. Date set for 2 weeks away you cant wait!

Time flew past with more of the same, your friends bragging and you roll your eyes every time, your certain they will envy your face when your job is done. The date finally arrives and you head to the clinic to get started. Sitting in the waiting room your not alone, there is a creepy guy with a green hat, sitting in the corner, every time you look over at him he is staring at you. “can i help you?” you ask and he stands and walks to the counter, asks for something and is given a grey folder and a pen, taking both to his seat he begins to fill out a form. “bit late to fill that out” you think to yourself, oh well. A Nurse walks into the waiting room with a piece of paper, “Layla!” she calls and you stand and follow her into the room.

Walking through the single door you notice the main table in the middle of the room, and a few covered tables to the side, at the other end of the room is a wide double door your unsure why they need 2 doors for 1 side and a single door on this side.. “ehhh” you think to yourself as the Nurse gives you your gown to change into and as your the only 2 in here you strip down and put your light blue hospital gown on. it barely goes past your pussy! Tying it on securely your just in time for the surgeon to walk in with 2 folders, 1 blue and the other grey like the man in the waiting room. Flicking through both folders he leads you to the table to begin your surgery.

Laying down on the table it feels weird, like the table itself can be pulled apart due to how it shifts beneath you, its certainly not all in 1 piece. The surgeon begins drawing lines on your face where he will be doing his work, as you had discussed. Looking up to the ceiling you see a camera pointed right at you, clearly for medical reasons you feel more lines get drawn on you.  Taking a needle from a shelf he explains “this shot will feel weird and you may get confused, its to ensure you don't feel pain”. Holding out your arm your given the shot, it feels warm as you lower your arm back onto the table, the warmth spreading through your body, its pleasant at least, the warmth flowing up to your head and your hit with the confusion he mentioned. If you were standing you would fall over instantly, but your laying down so your head just rolls to a side, completely relaxed. As the warmth continues to roll down your body it hits your tight pussy and you start to feel a little aroused, at least your legs are closed but with this gowns length its only a matter of time before your lips start showing your arousal.

Continuing down your legs your toes go numb as the warmth hits them, it tickled at first but now you notice you cant move your arms either, you begin to breathe faster as you learn just how little you can move, its just your head! everything under your neck is completely still. Acting as if nothing is wrong the surgeon walks up and puts a headpiece on your face, bit weird as that's where your getting work done, and all you can see is darkness, nothing else. your body tingling all over from the shot earlier and with your vision limited your sense of touch has increased, your now acutely aware of the hairs on your arms standing up, it is cold in here though but your beginning to panic a little.

A sudden burst of light floods your eyes and after a few blinks you see yourself, from the camera hanging over your body, you see everything, almost the whole room! Worse still you see what the lines on your forehead are, he wasn't tracing out lines, he was writing “Fuckslut” on your forehead! examining your body from this perspective you can see your bald pussy peeking out of the gown, raising your arm for the shot must have pulled the gown up! your pussy is exposed! you can see the glistening from your arousal which has only gotten worse since it started, a hand reaches out and grabs your thigh. the surgeons unwanted touching makes you sick, but your pussy just cries out for more touches and you hate that your body is reacting positively.

Walking up beside your body he reaches out and grabs your breast “what the fuck” you think angrily! who does this guy think he is?! as he squeezes your perky C cup breast, moving to the other and repeating after a minute, leaving both your breasts a little sore but your nipples have reacted to the abuse and you can already see them poking against the gown. your head flooding with shame as you see them get harder and harder as his hand snakes its way up to your smooth neck and holds your throat. caressing your skin he loops his hand under the neck of the gown and to your horror, pulls hard and you feel the tight knots you did earlier come undone as the gown soars off your now completely naked body!

You cant believe what your seeing, your 19 year old body laying flat on the table with nothing covering you, your nipples reacting even more as they get even harder than they were seconds before, and your pussy is drooling with need, your humiliation has only begun and you know it. Watching in horror as the hand moves from your neck, sliding down your smooth skin to once again grasp your breast, your nipple being pinched hard this time, you hear him say “this size wont do, ill have to fill them out a bit” and worse still, you hear another unseen man say “you have the chart, make it happen” your eyes scanning the room as much as you can see, but you cant find the source of the second voice! Movement draws your eyes back to the hand as it slides easily over your smooth, flawless skin and glides over your pussy and fingers dip between your lips. Fluid now flowing out as he probes your most private area with his fingers, expertly drawing more and more fluid from you, clearly knowing what he is doing as he brushes across your clit forcing sharp sensations to stab your mind.

Pulling your legs open you see a separation in the table and sure enough the surgeon separates them, putting a brace on the inside section he opens them wider, catching your ankles in the process, and as the table continues to widen, so do your legs. Pussy now completely accessible now to even the most aimless of people, the surgeon brings a covered cart over to you and upon removing the cloth your witness to needles and a scalpel among other tools. Your terror reaching new heights as a needle is taken, full of a pink liquid it is moved straight for your clit, eyes almost bulging out of your head as the tip sinks into your precious bulb, but no pain, at least he was honest about that. Pushing the tip in further you see him injecting the fluid inside your clit and it actually begins to bulge, blood flooding to your nub forcing it to grow out, pushing its hood aside it now sitting out, you cant stop looking at it, its 3 times bigger than what it was!

A flash of steel and your eyes dart to the cause, the surgeon holding the scalpel now moves in on your engorged clit, slicing from the base and moving to the tip you see blood and you have no idea what he is doing to you.. placing a cup over your clit you see him attach a pump to the end, its a suction cup! you feel him pumping away your sensitive clit moving further away from your body, so sensitive the pumping continues will its 8cm out of your hood, then its bandaged to keep it out and exposed, “if she messes up you can grab her by her clit now and lead her anywhere you want” you look at your once adorable clit, you think “i could give my clit a fucking handjob now!” and its almost big enough too. pumped full of blood the sensitivity is through the roof, and because of the fluid he injected your clit with its completely rigid and standing straight out, not bending at all..

Taking 2 more needles from the cart he aims them for your exposed labia, penetrating them your injected with a blue liquid this time, and you feel a instant burning in your pussy as he injects you multiple times around your pussy and even your inner lips get 4 injections. Heat burning away as your arousal forced your pussy to clench and fresh juice squirts out, not a orgasm but it may as well have been, your so desperately horny now and there's nothing you can do! Watching in terror as he gets more needles and walks over to your breasts, 1 needle in the tip of your nipple and the orange fluid is injected followed by the burning sensation in your breasts, “experimental drugs are illegal but im sure you dont mind right” “not at all” the 2 men agree. both your breasts are burning from the inside as you feel them growing! you can almost see it happening right in front of your eyes, your C’s are growing to D’s!

Whatever the injections were they work fast and your not liking this at all! Taking a device from the table your pussy is opened up as he looks inside. “not a virgin” your surgeon says then a very long needle is inserted in your pussy. reaching far inside he hits the entrance to your womb and injects another drug, “what's going to happen to my poor womb?!” you think “there we go” he says, “she should be hypersensitive to touch now” not waiting for a invitation he touches your clit and you orgasm on the spot, from a simple touch! “now for her ass!” you hear him say as you come back down from the orgasm, a brown liquid filled needle is jabbed into your asshole and your filled once again with a burning sensation, likely being made hypersensitive like the rest of you. Looking to your breasts for a moment your stunned at the DD set your now carrying! your breasts are huge!

“Care to sample the goods?” your asshole of a surgeon says and you see him, a green hat moves into your sight, its that guy from the waiting room! You watch as he pulls his cock out and stands between your open legs and pushes into your soaked pussy! forcing 3 orgasms simultaneously from you as he thrusts in, pushing straight into your womb pulling a further 5 orgasms out of you! your mind is going numb already! you have never cum so many times so fast! your sure no woman has in history and yet here you are, a slave to the orgasmic hell these men have forced on you.. The man in the hat pulls out to your entrance again and thrusts once again straight to your womb, so many orgasms you only thought it “kill meee..” as even your voice in your head trails off in the pleasure. As he slams his length into you your clit gets rammed hard by his body and your rewarded with another 6 orgasms! “its not possiblee-ohmyfuckinggod!” you think as your mind melts through your gushing pussy!

After what seemed like a eternity of orgasmic hell, having well over 50 orgasms the man in the hat moves to your chest, hopping on you he slides his cock in between your DD breasts and begins thrusting hard, you have given a titjob before but it never feels this good! your already cumming just from having him fuck your tits! and he clearly enjoys his time as you feel a splash on your face and mouth as he cums on you. “can we make that more fun for the slave too?” he says, your mind stopping at the word “slave” what did he mean by that? your name is Layla for gods sake! you came in here for a touch up and your being transformed into a cum crazy slave?! you watch as a clear liquid filled needle is brought over to your face, your mouth is opened with no resistance, and your tongue is jabbed and filled with the fluid. “this will ensure the she enjoys giving you head as much as you enjoy receiving it” he said with a laugh!

Your mouth burning as the surgeon returns you your pussy and grabs your clit hard and begins playing with it, forcing you to cum instantly with each stroke, having a further 12 orgasms pulled from you in seconds and he is still going! your eyes roll back into your head as you cum wildly! your mouth still open from the injection some of the mans cum drips into your now open mouth and lands on your tongue, you never did like the taste of cum but this was different.. though you cant move it the cum just slides over your sensitive tongue and you can taste it, somehow you love it! it tastes amazing!, hearing something click your head drops backwards as your eyes look down at your body through the camera once more, the green hat man is lining up your throat for some fucking. Nothing you can do but watch this man fuck your throat, as his cock enters your mouth it pushes your tongue to the floor of your mouth, and you can taste his cock in detail. “s-so tasty!!” your mind screams as he begins pumping down your throat!

“i think were almost done here!” the surgeon says loudly and you hear a grunt of agreement from the man as you feel his hot load pump into your throat as he pulls out, raising your head back up and locking the table back in position, the surgeon stops pulling orgasms from you as he releases your hypersensitive and overstimulated clit, you couldn't count how many times you came if you wanted to.. Watching as the man in the green hat beings a bag over, he pulls some small devices out and places them beside you, “how long will she be paralyzed?” he asks as he does, “5 hours at least.” the surgeon replies, “5 hours of immobile hell?! fuck!” you think. Watching as the man places 2 devices on either side of your nipples and tapes them there you recognise them as vibrators.. “the sick fuck is going to keep making me cum?” you scream mentally.. a thick dildo is placed between your tits and turned on, it feels amazing already!

Watching in fear as a series of vibrators are stuck to your solid clit, covering it completely. A long dildo is pushed right into your pussy and into your womb, pulling more orgasms from you, and finally a scary long dildo is pushed inside your virgin ass, the sensation is incredible for your first time, you can feel it as it moves further and deeper inside you. a foot of rubber cock now fills your tight ass! you can see your pussy gaping open as the dildo doesn't even stick out a little, the man pulls a pair of panties from the bag. black and shiny you realize its a latex lined chastity belt. pushing your clit through the large hole in the front, the panties push completely against you, orgasming immediately as the latex hits your pussy, form fitting almost as it hugs your hips perfectly, metal on the outside you see him lock them on and lower a weird ring around the base of your clit and snapping it shut locking your clit in the belt. At the push of a button your whole body cums instantly as every vibrator activates at seemingly max power!

8, 20, 36, 53.. orgasms every few seconds as your clit visibly shakes as each vibration quakes your mind and body, your pussy and ass vibrating furiously as the tip of the cock in your womb wrenches more orgasms out of you. in the first 10 seconds you have already lost count of not only how many times you came, but also where you are! “my name……. is.. Laylaaaaaaahhhhhhh” your mind dribbles out, “fuuuck-ohmygodnooo!!” you would be screaming if you could. Your mask is removed and your eyes dart around looking at the man in the face clearly. you burn his face into your mind as the man who stole your life, but with his large beard you cant make out much! “FUCK! im cuuuuuuhhh..“ your mind trails off. countless orgasms pulled out of your body as the wheels on your table are unlocked and you learn why there are 2 doors on 1 side of the room, its to fit the table.. wheeled through the doors you see a carpark, and your new ride.. a car boot. Your body is folded up with the surgeons help and your bound into a doll almost, still cumming furiously as your placed in the boot of this mans car and locked inside.

Its dark inside, your body still cumming and you cant move even if you wanted to.. a life of sexual slavery at the hands of this man.. You wanted a Touch up, and now this man is going to touch you up any time he wants..

[kinkymagnus]

thoughts on alec? since this is mainly a magnus blog i guess i'm curious.

kfjlkfgjd thanks for resending sorry tumblr’s a bitch ily

eh i feel like generally i talk mostly about magnus bc Every Other Blog (not literally obviously but like, in general) talks about Only Alec just like…..24/7

so while i like him fine, he’s like, mostly Magnus’s Love Interest on my blog lghjflgkhjfgh but honestly just generally while i do like him i honestly don’t find him that….interesting, individually, i guess? i mean he’s not quite boring, but he’s not a character i really relate to

so the reason i don’t really write alec-centric stuff is like. 1. i just don’t find him as interesting (although i’ve had a few ideas, they’ll likely never be published thanks to…) 2. Spite

aka the alec stans suck. the Alec Stans™ to be clear, the ones who suck, not everyone who likes alec. but like, yeah

anyway let’s not just talk salt and me being petty, despite alec being not my fave i can afford to answer one (1) ask without my entire blog crumbling down and revealing i’ve been an alec stan this whole time without me even knowing it

ok so alec headcanons i guess

1. alec was a chatty kid. not what you’d think, right? but then like, he was taking care of izzy, bc she’s his baby sister and Protective, and jace wasn’t really the type to listen to him. like, ever. alec would suddenly realize jace hadn’t been listening the whole time pretty much every time he tried to have a conversation with him or talk about things he was interested in, even when he listened when jace talked about his latest crush or whatever he was interested in. alec started abruptly going quiet before his sentence was finished, and jace didn’t seem to notice or was just like oh good you’re finally done talking, here’s what i was gonna say. eventually alec gives up. he still talks to izzy but she’s so little it’s a lot slower paced and he usually pays more attention to her than what he wants to say bc Baby Sister. by the time izzy’s old enough to like, properly, hold a conversation (she is also pretty chatty) alec’s already gone a lot quieter. by the time we see him, he basically doesn’t initiate conversation on things he’s interested in that aren’t work-related. he does still sometimes talk to izzy, but it’s hard to get the words out and get everything sounding right, so he gets annoyed with himself. it doesn’t come as easy anymore.

and not to show my magnus stan roots but magnus is kind of similar, albeit way less clear cut, he tends to ramble and talk a lot about his special interests only to shut himself up when he realizes he’s definitely boring whoever he’s talking to (he isn’t, necessarily, but after enough times being told to shut up when you get excited you believe everyone wants you to shut up.) and then he was trying to keep up the whole classy unaffected stylish “def not an adorkable disaster bi nerd, i am dangerous deadly unaffected lothario man who has never even heard of star trek or whatever” facade, and rambling about whatever interested him didn’t really fit that. so he retreated more into himself, too. he did have his friends to talk to, but catarina is so busy and he doesn’t want to bother her and raphael doesn’t want to hear his foolish old dad ramble on, does he, and ragnor–he’d always put up with magnus’s babble, and listened, but magnus felt like he was boring him and then ragnor was–well.

anyway so to united these, then, they met each other. and it takes a while, but they get comfortable with each other. magnus goes on a long ramble about a potion he’s been trying to get just right and then cuts himself off, embarrassed, and apologizes for probably boring alec, and alec’s like what? no, that was really interesting, i was listening, can you explain the thing with the mandrake root? and magnus is like…oh.. (also side note: magnus is incredibly cute when rambling about things he’s interested in, he waves his hands a lot and his eyes are all excited and warm and he’s so lively, and clearly passionate, that it’s engaging and pulls you in. like a really good professor. and sometimes he starts talking about something way above most people’s heads without realizing how Smart he is, but if you ask him to clarify he’s like, totally non-condescending and explains it in creative and understandable way????? sorry im in love with adhd magnus thanks to someone anyway)

and then vice versa, alec slowly feels more comfortable talking about things that interest him, like a book he’s been reading and how it’s so fucking stupid the heroine went for the “blonde bad boy” when he’s such a dick to her, or whatever, like it starts as an angry rant about something but before he can cut himself off he realizes magnus is listening. like, actually listening. and like, if it’s appropriate, magnus will ask questions, engage in what alec’s talking about, and alec finds himself getting better at putting to words what he means and magnus is never mean about it, always patient and understanding

2. as a kid alec read romance novels. cheesy shitty fun romance novels. especially the ones that are like, written by women (or better, queer people, but that’s later) and aren’t weird? you know what i mean? and he loved them. romance was something young alec dreamed of a lot, even if he tried to ignore how he preferred tall, dark, and handsome to the main character, or the kind man the heroine fell in love with to the heroine herself. he hid trashy romance novels like most teen boys his age (including jace) hid porn magazines or whatever. he eventually maybe found some queer lit, but he didn’t dare to bring those back to the institute, instead choosing to go to the library the few times he had free time to sneak out (aka when he wasn’t working, sleeping, training, or watching izzy and jaces’ backs when they snuck out to clubs and shit.

also: 3. also i stand by the fact that alec wasn’t in denial about being gay. he wasn’t repressed, he knew exactly what he wanted and who he was, he just didn’t think it was possible for him to be with a man and be happy. 

4. alec isn’t a sweet innocent baby boy!!!! he’s seen porn, he knows how sex works, he’s masturbated, and honestly i know the show said otherwise but i find it hard to believe he never once fooled around even a little bit. just a little bit. no actual dating? not hard to believe at all. even being a “virgin” despite how outdated and terrible the concept is, not unbelievable. plenty of “normal” people reach college-age without ever having had sex, let alone shadowhunters raised to be demon-fighting soldiers. but like. look. he has the Energy. alec….Alec Fucks. also just something about the whole like, his siblings are always sneaking off to clubs and he follows them to watch their backs (is this canon or just common fanon? i honestly don’t remember) just screams to me hey, he may or may not have made out with an adventurous seelie or a mundane with eyes. or maybe a blowjob or a handjob, who knows. i’m JUST SAYING. i know this isn’t canon but i don’t care. alec lightwood has seen a dick

5. alec is ridiculously protective of people he loves. especially family (both in the sense of literal family like izzy, and family in the sense of “making your own family” like magnus) like he’d kill for them, he’d die for them, he’d live forever for them,

6. alec can and will become immortal for magnus. and not just literally only for magnus, for himself as well–like he doesn’t have to spend the rest of his life being a tool for the clave, he can work for better relations between downworlders and shadowhunters, and like accords that aren’t shitty, and he can be more than just another soldier or even head of the institute, he can be more and have time to actually spend time on himself, like it doesn’t have to be training-work-protect his siblings-sleep-training, and then one day he gets married and has kids and dies. he can actually experience the world, do things he enjoys, spend time with his husband, and most of all, he can spend the rest of his life with magnus bane, the love of his life, his husband, someone he loves so much. he can make sure magnus’s heart doesn’t get broken again by falling in love only to lose him. they get their happy ending, you know???? we stan

7. alec would be a great dad i dont know what to tell you he just would be 

8. one of the first kinks alec realized he really had like. with magnus. was office sex. yes im a slut what about it

this is bc he was minding his own business, doing paperwork at his desk, and magnus maybe sent a flirty text and alec was like mm i want to fuck him right now. and then he was staring at his desk thinking mm i want to bend him over this desk, sweep all this paper off the desk and rip off his clothes, take off his panties last and then lick his pussy until he’s begging for me to fuck him then press his chest down against the desk and fuck him until he screams. maybe i could tie his wrists behind his back with a tie. like i’m his boss? oh my god magnus in a secretary outfit. shit. he gets no work done that day. it’s just a rabbit hole of one thought to another until he’s like. sitting there hard and unable to focus on his work bc the mental image of magnus bent over in a skirt over his desk keeps playing his mind and he doesn’t want to do this paperwork he’d much rather be doing his husband.

9. alec loves making out with magnus on the couch like they’re just chilling and watching a movie and cuddling and alec loves to pull magnus into his arms and just make out. like literally not even “this ends in sex and gets hot and heavy” literally just magnus in his arms. and they kiss a lot. it’s soft and warm and relaxing tbh

10. magnus!!! and alec!!! cuddling!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they both love it!!!!!! they’re both lowkey touch-starved!!!!!!

11. alec’s a dom top and that’s that my dudes

[malakdevorak]

pls write some headcanons/imagine involving julian spiraling downward while he's in subspace, probably at the start of the relationship, when he doesn't know how to have this in a healthy way. and he's crying and begging for mc to beat him into the floor, to hurt him, to use him and discard him, and mc has to gently and lovingly bring him back and comfort him afterwards. im suffering right now and so i gotta make my faves feel bad too

Hm let's see! i don't really believe julian is an inexperienced sub before he met MC but! for the sake of it lets go with something thats less subspace and a domsub thing, but rather using sex to self harm, cause in this house we dont disrespect bdsm (i.e, MC wouldn't accept to dom julian if he was like This cause its enabling and harmful)

Warnings ; n5fw, unhealthy subspace, self hate,depression, and sex as self harm

At first meeting MC notices Julian's leaning towards both enjoying pain, and submission to others, based on how he reacted when got patted down in the shop,and the small pause in the hidden garden

When they solidify their relationship together with Julian and have sex for the first time,fully vanilla and loving Julian seems really... out of it by the end. He did cuddle MC but also went for a walk as soon as the sun appeared in the horizon in the morning

When he opens up about wanting to be MCs sub he's very self hating, keeps referring to himself as "undeserving" and "i know its fucked up" , "you can leave me if im freaking you out" "i want this,im stupid but it feels right you know?"

He keeps. speaking as MC sits down with him,and he shyly moves away. almost in an afraid movement. MC shudders internally but keeps listening

He spirals HARD into self deprecation. he needs to be punished, he needs to be hurt to atone for all his wrongdoings, for letting you die,for everything. he's openly sobbing now

the moment he notices MC staring at him he gently takes their hand and presses it to his face "please hit me. hurt me. beat me up unconscious im begging you"

He's not only still crying, but is still somehow aroused by his own begging. When MC shakes their head "no" he gets choked up and scuttle to a side,curling into himself

"you think im disgusting" "heh i guess denying me this is the worst punishment,youre good at this"

At one moment he raises his head to look at MC with somber eyes and utters something that, for a long while haunted MCs mind

"If you're lucky, If I'm lucky id be okay...with you killing me."

Thats the last straw. MC knows they want to tend to Julian's needs, but wants to try something different. So they gently gesture him to come closer and he looks at MC like a man in death row smiles at the sun the day of his hanging. MC tells him to close his eyes.

And he expects a hit. a kick. a punch. anything except what he gets: a gentle touch,as MC pulls julian into their lap, and, with a slightly wobbly comanding voice, tells him to relax and let THEM work. he still expects pain, but in the end MC gently mumbles loving words and praise to him during a gentle and slow handjob

He's sobbing, confused but feeling a little better by the time he cums. He keeps apologizing as MC gives him aftercare, lovingly.

"You deserve to be loved and be unhurt, Julian" he shrinks a little, heart skipping "but you can enjoy subbing without hating yourself,my love. I want you to see your own worth"

Slowly,and with time, he and MC get through several mental barriers hes set, and changed a lot of his toxic views through example and love (and some help from nadia who pales when you tell her about julian (with his consent,of course) )

CAN YALL TELL I GOT EMOTIONAL? nshdsj

[fuckyeahexofics]

Fic Search #206

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190817. Hello, I'm looking for a fem (both characters) vampire romance fic I read years ago. I think I read it on either LiveJournal or Tumblr. I don't quite remember what the pairing was, but I do remember Luhan being one of the people in the ship. I remember Luhan was the vampire because she reminded the other person about the "old ladies in Chinatown" with the way she spoke. I also remember a lot of bloodsucking in the fic. It'll be great if you guys find it!

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190817. Hye , I'm trying to find an aff arranged marriage of taoris where tao was supposed to marry sehun(Kris's little brother) but while they are getting to know of each other sehun sent Kris's picture instead of him so that tao can fall in love with kris rather than him. In this fic sehun was in love with luhan and then kris was a playboy that didn't believe in love. Even after tao find out about that sehun is lying he still help sehun in pursuing luhan and hoping that kris will fall in love w him

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190819. Hi admin, I'm looking for sekai fic. I remember the author write the fic based on Notting Hill movie, where sehun as an actor and he met jongin on his bookstore. There is chanyeol as jongin roomate. I really apreciate your help if maybe one of the admin know the fic, thank you soomuc

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190823. vague request, it's this old fic, i swear it was kaisoo? but i'm not even that sure about that (sorry!!!). it definitely had jongin, and he was dating a mafia boss (either soo or sehun?). there was this thing with codenames and jongin was persephone and the mafia boss was called hades, and the mafia people were talking about how jongin broke his leg skiing? any help with this super vague ask would be greatly appreciated

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190828. hello i wanted to ask about a fanfic that if im not wrong is one of the iconic ones, like at, revolution,etc. but i cant remember its name. it was about exo trying to scape from a room. i dont remember pairings but i think there was a marriage (suchen ig) it starts with one member and then they start to find each other in other rooms and try to save each other.

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190830. Hello! Sorry if my english is a little bit confusing ive been searching a lot this seho fic in which sehun is a wolf and i thin suho is a panther and they have to marry each other and at first sehun doesnt like him and suho is sort of scared of him but then things start to change and they fall in love

7. This Thing Called Love // ao3 link

190903. Hey! This site is a blessing, thanks for all the hard work guys! But on another note im looking for an abo seho fic, it's been a long time since I've read it so apologies if this information isnt that in depth but it was like Suho and Sehun work in this factory and its an only male community and when people get pregnant they have to give their babies away to the government? So Suho gets pregs and Sehun kinda doesn't wanna be there for him at first. And I think it was on AFF, im not sure on that.

8. Only the Moon Howls (Kyungsoo/Jongin, R)

190904. Hello I'm tryna find a fic ~ I don't remember the exact pairing but one of them was Kyungsoo. It was ABO verse and I remember Ksoo pining for the other whilst they were on a trip through the forests. Ksoo also gives the other a handjob in the forest? There was a scene where Ksoo fights a bear as well. I'm really sorry if this is vague but it's all I can remember. Thank you for all your help 💌

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190904. do you guys know of this one infidelity sekai fic where i think sehun’s a really successful fashion magazine guy working with kris, who is luhan’s s/o, and one day jongin admits that he’s been seeing someone else? the rest of the fic is of them working things out and i think it was a longfic like 10k+ words. tysm!!

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190905. olympia5000 Hello! I was wondering if you could help me find a spooky fic now that spooky season is creeping upon us! I read the fic either on AO3 or AFF, I can't remember I apologize! It was xiuhan centric, where Luhan was a doll makers apprentice who was coming to his house in the woods to see all of his work. Minseok was one of the dolls and the other members of exo were also dolls. They all had something wrong with them, i.e. Minseok was a cannibal. It was definitely horror/thriller. Thanks in advance!

Thanks to @kikeylove and anon for the help! <3