#oh boy oh boy i love being backed into a fucking corner and unable to escape

[the-kestrels-feather]

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[eloves-writes]

careful who you’re talking to

[coriolanus snow x reader]

desc: snow hears a conversation with the academy boys about the girl he is secretly seeing and wants them to know who you belong to warnings: snow being snow like fr (toxic, controlling, insane, blah blah blah), smut, exhibitionism, public sex, unwarranted sexual comments about reader behind her back, she/her pronouns used, reader is wearing a dress, if i need to add any other warnings please lmk a/n: hiiiii! i'm back again. this is slightly unhinged and i didn't mean for it to be this unhinged but anyway hope u enjoy, send any and all coriolanus requests my way! mwah mwah mwah ily this work contains mature themes, minors dni

it was a cold night in the capitol, and you were steadily sipping a glass of posca to keep warm in your blood-red dress. the silky material was slit up your leg and cut down to reveal just the right amount of cleavage; you might feel a chill but you looked damn good and everybody knew it.

especially coriolanus snow. the two of you had been spending a lot of time together recently- behind bookshelves in the library, in dark corners of the academy halls, bend over desks in empty classrooms. it had begun as purely physical. stress relief. but after a month or so, you had each caught feelings for the other and were struggling with whether or not to admit it. and in that moment, he was also struggling tremendously to take his eyes off of you.

you stood talking across the room with arachne and livia, unable to concentrate on whatever meaningless gossip they were discussing with the feeling of coriolanus’ ice blue eyes on you; there was an electric thrill passing between you like you were connected with a live wire. to say your relationship so far had been hot and heavy would be an extremely severe understatement, and you found your mind constantly occupied with the thought of him touching you and the need to have him touch you again.

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“i think y/n is checking me out,” festus creed smirked to the group of boys around him.

coriolanus almost snorted in amusement. you were obviously looking at him, and only him.

“something funny, snow?” gaius asked sharply. “jealous, perhaps?”

snow reserved his irritation. “not at all, breen.”

“whoever she is looking at,” felix stated earnestly, “i’m certainly jealous of them. i mean, just look at her. she looks fucking hot.”

festus nodded in agreement. “i’d love to rip that dress off of her. she acts so innocent, but you just know she likes it rough.”

coriolanus felt his blood boil. you were his. how dare they talk about you like you were a common whore? perhaps you did like it rough. he would know, he was the one fucking you. not these basic capitol losers. none of them could make you scream the way he did. none of them had scratches down their backs beneath their shirts from your nails. only he did. only he ever would, and he would make sure it stayed that way.

the other boys laughed, agreeing with festus. adding on their own ideas. detailing the ways they’d make you fuck them. describing the times you had supposedly sent them signals. assuming that you did not already belong to snow, that you would even think about going near them. that you would get on your knees for them like you always did for coriolanus.

he couldn’t listen to them any longer. “she’s seeing somebody,” he jeered, fixing the cuffs of his jacket and making definitive, unquestionable eye contact with you and subtly tilting his head towards the exit.

festus laughed incredulously. “is she now? i think we’d have heard.”

oh you’ll hear it alright.

“yes,” coriolanus replied with a chilling calm, watching you make your way to the door. “if you’ll excuse me.”

-

on the steps outside the ridiculously grand building, you waited patiently for snow to follow you out. it was only a few minutes before you heard the door open again, turning to face corio and immediately sensing anger. you worried, sometimes, about his anger. you knew he wouldn’t seriously harm you, but the same could most certainly not be said for any others who dared cross his path. the future president of panem could only afford so much blood on his hands.

“what’s wrong, coriolanus?” you asked gently.

he inhaled deeply and stared into your eyes in a way that strongly suggested you would be unable to walk the next morning. you waited for him to answer.

“you shouldn’t have worn that dress," he warned.

“what?”

“you heard me.”

either the cold or a fucked up part of you sent shivers down your spine, hairs standing up on your neck. your underwear dampened at his fury.

“i thought you would like it, corio,” you flirted, stepping closer to him. he placed a large, firm hand on your waist.

“i do like it, y/n,” he said before speaking in a low voice. “i would like it better if you took it off.”

you smiled and leaned up to kiss him, but he turned his head. you pulled a face in protest.

“behave,” he spat. “so desperate. do you not want to know why you shouldn’t have worn this?”

“yes, corio,” you replied, doing your best impression of somebody who wasn’t about to throw yourself on top of him. he liked when you were patient.

“because every man in that room wants to see it on their bedroom floor," he attested lowly.

“and you’re jealous,” you smirked.

coriolanus suddenly grabbed a fistful of your hair and roughly pulled your head backwards so that your face was tilted towards his. “and nobody else should be looking at you like that.”

a jolt of excitement ran through you. “corio-”

he gave your hair another tug. “say you’re mine.”

“am i yours?”

he realised instantly the meaning of your question. he didn’t have to think about his reply; he had thought about it every waking moment since the day you met. “you’re mine. say it.”

“i’m yours.”

“good girl,” snow spoke deeply before kissing you like he’d never kissed you before. without breaking apart from your lips, coriolanus guided you around to the side of the building. he counted the windows you passed until finally stopping by one that was cracked open and pushing you against the cold wall. as he removed his jacket and unfastened his belt, he looked inside the hall and you assumed he was checking no one was looking. he wasn’t. he was making sure that festus creed and the other boys were still stood in the same spot; directly in front of this particular window, and far enough from the rest of the partygoers that only the boys would hear you.

you gathered the skirt of your dress at your waist and wrapped your legs around corio’s sturdy form as he reached to move your underwear to the side. he circled your clit until you were practically whimpering, then slid two fingers inside of you.

“corio, feels so good,” you moaned softly.

he kept his same pace with his fingers, fucking you into a state of bliss where he knew you would be uninhibited and so drunk with his stimulation that people would think you’d finished every glass of posca in this stupid party. coriolanus was too good at what he was doing, you were on the edge of release within minutes and still desperately trying to quiet yourself in the name of dignity.

“corio, please, corio, i’m so close,” you whimpered into his neck.

he pulled away his hand, making you whine in displeasure. he liked to do that. liked to know he was in complete control of you, you would only cum when he willed it.

corio looked through the window again, but the boys had yet to hear anything out of the ordinary. they were still laughing amongst themselves. he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, using the slick on from your pussy to stroke himself before he pushed inside of you.

you tried again to stay quiet, but coriolanus began to coax you. “look at you, taking me so well. you wouldn’t let anybody else fuck you like this, would you? who makes you feel this good, huh?”

you couldn’t hold back anymore, his beautiful face spewing such foul things whilst fucking you raw and digging his fingertips into your flushed skin. “you do, corio. fuck,” you moaned, loudly enough that festus turned to look outside.

coriolanus smirked as they made eye contact. the initial confusion about the sounds coming from outside, the look of shock as he realised his classmate was balls deep in a girl he had pushed against the exterior of a building in the damn capitol, his face finally dropping as he realised who corio was fucking by the colour of your messed up hair and the visible strap of your dress, his eyes widening as he heard the things snow was saying to you.

your moans were getting louder too as you got even closer to your orgasm, whimpering corio’s name and repeating “i’m yours,” like a mantra.

snow took his gaze from the boys to you, feeling satisfied that he’d proved his point and starting to performatively enjoy himself, knowing yours weren't the only eyes on him. his pace quickened, driving you over the edge and making you clench around him as you came. he moaned aloud himself as continued to fuck you through your high and the overstimulation that came after until he finished inside of you.

you were completely fucked out, relishing the feeling of snow’s cum beginning to drip down your thighs after he swiftly removed your underwear to fold into his back pocket. he picked his discarded jacket up from the floor and placed it over your shoulders, kissing your head and leading you to the front of the building and helping you into a car which would take you both home. before you walked away from the window though, coriolanus smoothly pulled your lace panties from his pocket and waved them nonchalantly in the night air, catching the attention of the rest of the group. you would never have to know why he fucked you, only that the boys would stop bothering you now they knew who you belonged to.

[yuujispinkhair]

Brother (Part 1)

When you start dating Yuuji, you don't know that your sweet sunshine boy has an evil twin who wants to have his brother's girl, too.

Halloween Masterlist 2023

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) + Yuuji x Reader Genre: Horror, smut Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: 18+, dark content, consensual sex with Yuuji + noncon with Sukuna. Rough sex, degradation, humiliation, getting called slut, whore, cheater. Forced orgasms, pussy spanking, squirting, cumshots. Sukuna isn't a nice guy in this story. Sukuna and Yuuji look completely alike. Sukuna doesn't have his tattoos. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

The room is dimly lit, filled with the loud chatter of people and the music playing on the stereo. The small space is filled to the brim, bodies lightly brushing against each other. Someone walks past you, pushing you against the boy standing before you. But you don't mind. You are already wrapped in his strong embrace. Your hands are linked behind his neck, your fingers playing with the short hair of his undercut, and your lips are locked with his in a slow, deep kiss.

You have been dating Yuuji for a month, and things are going great. He is cute, loving, and fun. His kisses are sweet, and his dick makes you feel like you're on cloud nine. He is the most caring guy you ever met.

You pull away from the kiss to catch your breath, and Yuuji smiles. That big sunshine smile that made you instantly say yes when he asked you for your phone number. His large hands caress the small of your back through your shirt. His warm, golden eyes meet yours.

"I'll get us something to drink. What do you want, cutie?"

You grin up at Yuuji, feeling the butterflies in your stomach flutter like crazy. He is so pretty and so sweet to you.

"A coke would be great. Thank you, baby."

Yuuji pulls you into another tight hug and presses a quick but enthusiastic kiss on your cheek before he leaves for the kitchen.

You decide to head to the bathroom while he is getting your drinks. And so you make your way through the crowded living room and into the hallway, still smiling, still feeling your lips tingle from the sweet kisses Yuuji gave you.

Your hand lands on the door handle to the bathroom when a muscular pair of arms slips around your waist. You look over your shoulder and blink in surprise.

"Yuuji! I thought you wanted to grab something to drink?"

But Yuuji just grins at you, and his large hands land on your hips. Before you can react, his tall, muscular body presses against your back, and he shoves you into the bathroom.

You stumble inside, laughing a bit breathlessly as you turn around to see your boyfriend lock the door behind you.

Your heart is racing, and you chuckle softly. Oh, sweet Yuuji isn't a good boy all the time, huh? You feel a bit embarrassed when you think of the people who must have seen the two of you disappear in the bathroom, but the idea of being in here with your boyfriend while a party is happening right outside the door is exciting.

You cock your head and ask teasingly,

"Couldn't wait until we are back home? I didn't know you were such a naughty boy."

Yuuji turns around to look at you, and your breath catches in your throat. He has the same pretty pink hair as always and the same handsome face, but somehow he seems different. He looks at you with an unveiled hunger and a feral glint in his eyes.

Somehow, the usually so sweet and loving boy looks intimidating. And somehow, it makes your pussy clench.

He walks towards you slowly and gracefully, reminding you of a big cat, a predator, cornering his prey. Instinctively, you try to step back but find yourself unable to do so as your back presses against the sink behind you.

Even Yuuji's voice sounds different. Dangerous, low, and husky.

"Yeah, I want to take you in here and see you struggle to keep your mouth shut when I fuck you."

You gulp. Yuuji has never talked to you like that. Dirty talk, yes, but always in a loving manner. Never like this. What is going on? Is this some kind of kinky roleplay he wants to try?

He has closed the short distance between you now and stops before you, tall and buff. You gulp. Usually, Yuuji's broad and tall figure doesn't feel intimidating. He is such a gentle guy who makes you feel safe. But right now, here in this dimly lit bathroom, you suddenly become frighteningly aware of the power imbalance between you. How tall and big he is, how strong, a body packed with firm muscles. He could do anything with you.

You feel the short hairs on your arms stand up, and your pulse flutters nervously as you look up at him. He is towering over you, tall and strong, his hands balled into fists at his sides.

You draw in a sharp breath when one of his large hands grabs your chin to tilt your head up roughly. For a split second, you look into eyes that should feel familiar but don't. But then his lips capture yours in a hard kiss. You whimper as he pries your lips open forcefully, pushing his tongue deep into your mouth without warning.

This doesn't feel like the two of you are sharing a kiss. It feels like he is taking a kiss from you by force.

Something feels off. This guy who is kissing you doesn't kiss like your sweet sunshine boy, Yuuji. Is he drunk? But no, you were with him until a few minutes ago, and he didn't drink a single drop of alcohol because he has a game tomorrow and needs to be sober.

He pulls away, leaving you stunned and panting heavily.

"Y... Yuuji, what.."

But he already grabs you tightly and turns you around so your front is pressed against the sink, and his tall, buff body is pressing against your back, caging you in.

You look into the mirror, seeking his gaze in the reflection. What you see in the flickering light of the old fluorescent bathroom lamp makes a cold sensation pool in your gut.

The usual sunshine smile, which is so typical for Yuuji, is gone and replaced by a cruel sneer. His usually warm golden eyes fix you with a cold stare, and the lighting in here makes them glow almost red.

Yuuji's large hands are moving over your body now, groping you, squeezing your flesh, and tugging on your clothes, and suddenly, you are filled with a strange fear. This doesn't feel right. You don't like the way Yuuji acts all of a sudden. Almost as if he is a completely different person.

"S...stop! Yuuji, what are you doing?"

"Don't call me that name."

You feel like someone pulled the rug out from under you. Your head is spinning. What is happening? What does he mean?

"W... what?"

He smirks at you in the mirror, and then he starts laughing. But it's not a fun laughter, not the type of laughter that tells you this was all just a stupid joke. It's a cruel, mocking laughter that fills you with dread.

"Oh, you are such a dumb little thing, huh?"

"What do you mean? Yuuji, please, what is going on? Stop it! You are scaring me!"

"Aww, and she still doesn't get it! Stupid little girl. Need me to explain it to you, huh?"

His voice is dripping with fake pity, and his next words make your world flip upside down.

"I'm not Yuuji. I'm Sukuna, his twin."

His lips lift in a triumphant, cruel smirk, and his hold on you tightens, long fingers digging painfully into your flesh.

The room around you seems to spin. In the distance, you hear the muted noises of the party. The bass of the song currently playing in the living room and the chatter of the other party guests. But they all seem to be a hundred miles away. You are all alone here with him. With Sukuna. With that guy who has the same face and body as your sweet boyfriend but who is nothing like him.

Your voice sounds strange to your ears, slurred and too slow. Maybe it's the fear that's making you hear weirdly. Maybe it's the rushing of your own blood in your ears that makes everything sound wrong. What you say sounds stupid even to yourself.

"Yuu...Yuuji never mentioned a brother..."

As if that can help you.

"Oh, I'm not surprised that the brat didn't tell you about me. My family doesn't like talking about me. They like to pretend I don't exist. I am the wrong twin, the evil and unwanted one. You could call me the family curse."

Fear is washing over you, filling your stomach with a tight knot. Your lips tremble as you whisper,

"Please, let go of me."

"Aww, I don't think so, princess. You and I will have some fun now. Yuuji should learn to share his toys. He's not being a very nice brother. Keeping you so selfishly all to himself. But I will take what I want."

Sukuna's hands slip under your shirt, yanking forcefully on it, and finally, your fight or flight response kicks in, and you cry out loudly, throwing your whole body weight against the man behind you, trying to wriggle free of his grasp. Your hands land on his, desperately clawing at them, trying to get them off your body.

But to no avail. Sukuna is too strong for you. He presses his tall, muscular body even tighter against your back, letting you feel the hard bulge in his pants, which sends an even stronger wave of panic over you. His mocking laughter fills your ear as he leans down so his lips brush over your earlobe.

"Yeah, fight back, come on! I like them bratty! Makes me want to break you even more! You make me so hard when you struggle against me!"

His words make you sob fearfully. How could things go so wrong? How did you end up in this situation? Your body is still struggling instinctively against him, trying to get away from him, trying to run.

But you know you cannot escape. Sukuna has trapped you between his buff body and the sink. His large hands are already tearing your clothes off, pulling your shirt over your head and throwing it to the floor, yanking down your bra to make your tits spill out, shoving down your pants and panties, exposing you to him and his hungry gaze in the mirror.

"My brother picked a pretty little thing. Let's see how good that pussy is."

Your eyes widen, making you look like a terrified ghost in the flickering light of the dimly lit bathroom.

You can feel Sukuna working on the zipper of his pants while you are frozen in fear. And then his hot, wet cock slips between your thighs. It's all going so fast that you don't even have time to react before you feel his fat cockhead pushing between your pussy lips and rubbing over your hole.

That's the moment when you start screaming.

But a large hand gets pressed on your mouth instantly, muffling your scream and turning it into a pathetic-sounding whine.

"Tsk tsk. If I were you, I'd shut up, brat. What do you think will happen if someone hears you and kicks down the door? Hm?"

He sounds amused by your fear. Amused and turned on.

"I'll tell you since you aren't very smart. They will see me and think I am Yuuji. And then they will say, 'Sorry for disturbing you. We will let you have fun with your girl,' clap me on the back, and leave again. No one will think my sweet, sunshine boy of a brother would ever hurt his pretty little girlfriend. Everyone loves Yuuji. No one will come to save you from him. I can fuck you all I want, and there is nothing you can do."

And with that, Sukuna rams his cock into you, splitting you open forcefully around his fat length. The burn is immense. Tears prick at your eyes, and you scream again, out of pain this time.

When Yuuji fucks you, you feel a slight burn too, anytime he finally pushes his whole thick cock into you. He is a big boy, always filling your pussy so completely. But with Yuuji, it's a good burn, the kind that makes you push needily against him, moaning his name and wanting him to fuck you even deeper. With Yuuji, it is loving and sweet, and you always know he will take the best care of you, making sure to please you.

With Sukuna, it is nothing like that. He is taking you by force, fucking you raw with hard, brutal thrusts while he's growling in your ear like a wild animal. Using you and fucking you as if he is punishing you for choosing his brother and not him.

Hot tears stream down your face, smearing your makeup, and you sob into Sukuna's large hand that is still pressed tightly over your mouth.

You have stopped struggling by now. There is no use anyway. You have resigned yourself to your fate. You know you will not get out of here if he doesn't want it. You will just let him use you, hoping it will be over fast, and he will leave again just as quickly as he came into your life.

You slump against him bonelessly, feeling so helpless and small in his large hands, getting used and fucked, trembling and shaking with every brutal shove of his cock.

The initial pain has lessened, and by now, you only feel the familiar stretch of a fat Itadori cock.

That's the worst thing. You know the feeling of getting fucked with this cock. This is Yuuji's twin...they are identical. Their cocks are exactly the same. You know that thickness, that length, that vein on the underside. You know this cock, that fills your pussy so perfectly as if it was made for you. That cock that always hits the spot that makes you cry with pleasure.

You hate yourself for it, but you are getting wet. Even when Sukuna takes you so brutally and against your will, this cock makes you wet. This cock makes your cunt clench greedily around it as if she is begging him for more, betraying you in the worst way.

And it doesn't go unnoticed by your captor. Sukuna's taunting laugther fills your ears,

"Aww, someone's little pussy is getting wet. You like that, huh? You like getting fucked by me. You cannot hide it when your cunt is drooling all over my cock like that. Naughty little slut likes it rough, huh?"

Sukuna grabs your chin, digging his nails into your skin, and forces you to lift your head so you stare directly into the mirror.

Your scared, wide eyes stare back at you, wide open, tears mixed with mascara running down your cheeks, your lips grotesquely puckered up by the way Sukuna's hand is pressing your cheeks together. And behind you is he.

The evil twin. The monster that carries the same face as your sweet boyfriend. But he looks nothing like Yuuji right now. His eyes glitter with malice, and his face is contorted in a taunting smirk.

"Watch yourself getting fucked. Look at you, you cheating whore! Cheating on my sweet brother. You get off on that, huh, you little slut? Getting so wet for me. Are you gonna cum on my cock?"

Every taunting word is accompanied by a hard thrust. Sukuna seems to be so feral, so out of control, but the way he fucks you shows you that he is fully in control of his own actions. Everything he does is done purposefully. Every brutal thrust hits the spot, making his fat cockhead torture your sweet spot unrelentingly, making pleasure build deep inside you even while you try everything to fight it.

You don't want to cum for him! You don't want this monster to be able to fuck an orgasm out of you!

"Aww, I can already feel your greedy little pussy tightening around me. You cheating slut are really gonna cum on my cock, huh? Are you gonna cum? Yeah?"

Your pussy twitches wildly, clenching hard on Sukuna's unrelenting cock, coating him in your cream. And he fucks it back into you with his thick length, brutally stuffing you over and over again, his cockhead torturing your g-spot, hammering brutally against it until you can't take it anymore.

You cry loudly into his hand, your body jerking violently as your orgasm crashes over you against your will, fucked out of you by force, and you squirt all over Sukuna's cock and the floor.

You feel so humiliated, so ashamed as your juices run down your legs, and you cannot stop your body from making a mess.

Sukuna basks in your humiliation, taunting you for it, smirking and laughing at you.

"Aww, princess couldn't keep it in, huh? Got fucked so good she squirted. Tell me, are you such a squirter, too, when my brother fucks you? Are you bathing his cock in your juices too? Nah, I think this is your first time making such a mess, huh? Needed a real man to make that pussy cum so much. You are so pathetic. Cumming so fast on my cock. It must really turn you on to get fucked by your boyfriend's brother."

You close your eyes, feeling more hot tears well up, this time out of shame and guilt, while Sukuna pushes his fat cock in and out of you, fucking you hard and fast.

"Open your eyes, slut."

A hard slap lands on your puffy clit, and you scream into Sukuna's hand as your hips buck wildly.

Another cruel chuckle is breathed against your ear.

"You like that, you filthy slut?"

Sukuna laughs, and his hand connects with your clit again, hard and mean, making you howl into his big hand.

A growl is exhaled against your ear, and Sukuna pulls his fat cock out of you almost the whole way before slamming it back into you with a brutal snap of his hips while he spanks your clit again, abusing your sensitive cunt from both sides. With his cock and his hand.

You hoped he would let go of you after he forced an orgasm out of you, but Sukuna isn't finished with you. Another firm slap lands on your clit, making your body convulse uncontrollably, and a loud, broken sob escapes your lips.

"Such sweet sounds you make. You like that, huh? Yeah, I got you, little dumb thing. Gonna slap another one out of that needy little cunt. Come on, beg me, slut!"

He takes his hand off your mouth, laughing at the thick thread of spit and snot that still connects it with your lips. His glittering eyes fix you with a cruel gaze in the mirror.

"I said, beg."

You hiccup, your voice hoarse and full of tears,

"P... Please, Sukuna, please stop."

But he laughs mockingly and shakes his head,

"That's not what I meant. I want you to beg me to fuck you and make you squirt again."

You don't have it in you anymore to fight back or disobey him. Maybe if you do what he says, it will be over soon. But you feel horrible when you open your mouth to say those words.

"Please fuck me..."

"And?"

"P... Please make me squirt again, S...Sukuna."

He pinches your clit, making you gasp.

"Not convincing enough. Try again."

"Pl... please, Sukuna, please let me cum on your cock again! Please fuck me! Please, I... I need your cock so bad! Please let me squirt on it!"

He makes a sound that is a mix between a moan and a chuckle.

"Slut."

You're crying again, but you can't even tell anymore why. Out of shame, out of fear, out of the pain of being so overstimulated, out of pleasure you don't want to feel.

Desperate mewls and sobs leave your trembling lips as Sukuna rubs your clit roughly with two calloused fingers so fast that your hips are jerking wildly. He has absolute power over you. Switching between rubbing rough, fast circles around your puffy clit and spanking it hard with the palm of his hand while he keeps your wet messy hole stuffed with his thick cock, drilling his swollen tip unrelentingly into your sweet spot.

Your pussy is clenching so wildly on him that you cannot hide your arousal from him. And he soaks it up, watching you with hungry eyes in the mirror, with that sadistic smirk on his face, eyes full of smug glee while he taunts you for cumming on him, telling you how bad you are, how naughty for doing this to his poor brother.

You feel like a rag doll in his arms, weak and helpless, head lolling back against his broad shoulders, weakly watching in the dirty bathroom mirror how Sukuna humiliates you. Your legs are shaking, your tits are bouncing sluttily from how hard he is handling you, and your mouth is hanging open in desperate soft mewls, so close to blacking out from exhaustion.

But Sukuna spanks your pussy, firm slap after slap onto your swollen clit, which is already puffy from the overstimulation, making your little abused bud pulse hotly with pain and pleasure until it becomes unbearable. Your breath quickens, coming out in desperate gasps as your pussy tightens around Sukuna again.

And before you know it, you squirt again, onto his cock and his hand, losing all control of your body, unable to stop cumming. Watching in utter shame as Sukuna keeps slapping your clit, making your juices spray everywhere, spanking your pussy until you have given him every last drop.

He laughs, pulling out of you, apparently finally satisfied with the state he fucked you into.

Without his strong body behind you, you can't stay on your feet anymore, and you fall to the floor, where you lie in a crumbled heap. And Sukuna stands over you, one foot on each side of your body. He is so tall, so big, and menacing. But you can't do anything but look up at him dazedly, watching as he fists his fat cock with fast, firm strokes, jerking off over you while he smirks at you.

"Open your mouth, slut."

It doesn't matter anymore. He has already taken everything from you, and so you open your mouth obediently, sticking your tongue out for him, looking up at Sukuna with tear-stained eyes as you wait for him to finish.

You see his cock twitch in his hand and hear the low groan in the back of his throat. And then his cum shoots out of his fat mushroom tip and rains down on you in milky thick threads. His seed lands on your face and body, hot and thick, desecrating you even more.

But you swallow the part that he shoots into your mouth obediently, sobbing only so slightly as you realize that the brothers even taste the same.

Sukuna crouches down next to you, cupping your cheek and making you turn your head so you have to look up at his sneering face.

"Look at you, such a messy girl, lying in your own squirt and covered with my cum. Now you know who you belong to. My brother can't have you to himself. From now on, you belong to both of us."

Thank you so much for reading my first contribution to my Halloween Special 2023!! Writing evil Sukuna was so much fun!! I hope you liked it!

Comments and reblogs would be sweet!

I decided to split this story into two parts because it got too long. In Part 2, we will see more of Yuuji too. I hope to post it next week!

HERE IS PART 2

Halloween Masterlist 2023

[misshugs]

Is this what you wanted to see? || Colby Brock x Reader

You thought it was just going to be another funny, intriguing investigation with the guys, but things went south real quick. Whatever was in this hotel, didn't like you.

warnings: gore/blood, cursing, violent paranormal activity, reader getting attacked by ghosts, seeing shit that's not there (aka, being a bit of a medium), angst?

a/n: the story is fictional, therefore, the place/video that I based the story from, is not real.

word count: 2k

[u n e d i t e d]

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"What's up guys! It's Sam and Colby. Today, we're standing right infront of one of the most haunted hotels in America..." Colby began.

The frame of my body visible to the camera as they continued their intro. I threw a tiny wave when they called out my name to the camera.

At this point I'm so used to all of this that Colby doesn't even need to ask if I'm okay with it anymore, although he still does, which I love about him.

We've been dating for months now and I swear that I'm just falling deeper in love every day. I didn't even notice myself staring lovingly at him throughout their intro to the point they had to shake me out of it.

"You good?" Nate asked, I looked up at him and nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, just zoned out for a little bit, my bad." I smiled at him and he nodded.

"Just making sure."

"You guys ready?" Sam asked, looking at us.

"Yessir!" Nate responded.

"As I'll ever be." I added.

"We'll see you guys inside." Colby said back to the camera and turned it off. He looked back at us and smiled. "So, shall we?"

"We shall." I responded, laughing slightly as I got closer to him and walked inside with them. While they weren't looking, I felt a short kiss on my cheek coming from him, which just made me smile wider.

God, I love him.

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While we were all walking through a corridor, I looked back and saw an employee with a tray of food. He saw me and I nodded with a smile at him as a kind gesture. He smiled and nodded back. I looked back at the boys, only to slightly look back for a second and then completely looking back in shock.

There was no one there. It would've been impossible for someone to run and hide in that short amount of time.

Was it my imagination or did that really just happen? It seemed too real to be true.

"Co..Colby." I softly said, as my feet were unable to move after the thought of having seen something so real, yet not being there.

"Yeah?" He looked back, so did the other two. "You okay? What happened?" He got closer and looked at my face then back to the corridor, trying to see what I was looking at.

"I... there was someone here. An employee... with... a tray. I looked at him, even greeted him for a second and when I looked back he was... gone."

"No fucking way." Sam said.

"Are you serious?? You're telling me you just saw a full-on person then it disappeared?" Nate asked, shocked.

"I guess, yeah?"

"Oh, this is gonna be a good night." Sam put the camera on my face. "One of us already saw something unexplainable, wish that would've been me." He laughed.

"Next thing we know you begin to levitate brother." Colby laughed back.

I laughed as well, trying to brush away the thought of genuinely seeing a ghost.

All night, I've ended up having this eerie feeling of someone just watching us, but there was no one around. I tried to hide my uneasiness but Colby saw through me right away.

Every time he noticed, he began to flirt with me, making me feel good the best way he knows how. "You know we can just leave if you're too uncomfortable, baby." He kissed my forehead, putting his arms on my shoulders.

"Don't worry about it, I'm good. If I couldn't handle it, I would tell you right away."

"You better." He chuckled and kissed me, making all of my stress go away for a moment.

I can't lie, it did make me feel better, but somehow it just made things worse. I started seeing figures at the corners of my eyes, movements around me where nobody was walking around, even feeling touched a few times around my shoulders, hands and even ass. It felt weird, it made my anxiety grow by the minute, but somehow, it felt safe because of Colby.

And so, we ended the tour of the place and thought about trying to get some activity at around 3 in the morning. Meaning, we had nothing else to do. I was already tired enough, feeling as if the energy in my body has been drained to its core. I believed that it was solely because of the much walking and anxiety that was rising constantly.

Although the others planned on staying awake until the hour came, I told them I will try and get some sleep. And so, they would wake me up when the time comes.

Lying in the bed, I didn't stay up for long until my eyelids were closed and my brain just shut down. Usually, I'm quite the light sleeper, but this time I was knocked out.

Until I felt it.

I felt some hands on my legs. Honestly, I wasn't conscious enough to know if it was in my dreams or in real life. It turns out, it was real. And it wasn't Colby, or anyone else. But I felt it, tight on my leg. I couldn't even think right before I felt a pull and suddenly I was on the floor.

I could feel a sharp pain on my head as it was the first thing that touched the floor. I quickly woke up, shaken up by the sudden act. I whined in pain as the other seemingly stood up from their places and looked at me, possibly concerned, believing I might've just moved and fallen off the bed.

Before they even got closer, I got pulled back. This time, being completely awake, I yelled out, looking back at whatever force was holding my legs, one to see nothing at all.

And it was at that point when I felt genuine fear. I tried my hardest to hold onto the floor or anything really, but to no avail. Tears filling my tired eyes as I tried to focus my vision to the things around me. Next thing I knew I was thrown onto the wall, my back throbbing with pain as I felt a huge headache from the mild concussion I probably had after all of this.

To this point, everyone was frightened. Fear made them almost unable to walk, talk even. I could see them, their scared faces, trying to do something but there was this tension that made them... stop in place. Like this pressure, this force that was throwing me around like a ragdoll. They couldn't help me, it seemed.

At least in my point of view.

Unbeknownst to me, they were actually trying to set themselves free from this invisible pressure. Trying to move, but feeling like they've had a ton of weight on top of them that they couldn't escape from.

As I fell to the floor, I tried to gain back my breathing. Shaking on the floor, I looked up and saw Colby screaming my name while being set free from the pressure, running towards me. I looked at him with hope in my eyes, trying to pull my arm up to hold him, only to feel myself getting pulled again. This time, thrown towards the couch.

Although the direct hit to the couch didn't feel as bad, I had enough force to fall back behind the couch and to the floor. Since I tried to hold myself with the couch, unfortunately, it leaned back on itself and fell on top of me. Just the cherry on top.

I whined in pain, unable to move, stuck underneath the couch with bruises all over my body and the wet feeling of warm liquid on my back and the top of my head, wishing it would've only been sweat.

My vision was blurry.

My senses were all fucked up.

It all happened so quick that I don't think even they would've reacted in time even if they were able to move freely.

With my eyes closed, I could feel the pressure from the couch lift from my chest and a pair of arms holding me tightly.

"Oh my fucking god. Oh shit. Fuck. We need to get the fuck out of here." I heard Colby desperately scream. As I opened my eyes, I could see his teary ones. Holding me onto his arms, his eyes filled with guilt and fear. "Are you okay? Fuck..."

"Hurts..." I was able to whisper out those words, shaking and I feel myself coughing onto my hand. Looking back at the now blood-drenched hand, the pain began to intensify. My vision kept on failing, only able to see blobs of colors here and there.

Colby held me on his arms and pulled me up from the floor, which made me whimper in pain, feeling my back getting even more wet by the moment.

"Shit. Her back is bleeding... Fuck." I could hear Sam's shaky voice as I tried to gain back my breath, trying to calm myself down as I heard the rapidly increasing heartbeat of Colby.

Somehow, it made me feel okay. Being by his side, the rush of everything around almost seemed softer, calmer. I could no longer listen to everything that was going on.

Muffled sounds were the only thing that could pass through.

Yelling.

Moving.

A tight squeeze.

I felt numb. For a moment, at least.

My name.

I heard my name and suddenly, I was conscious again. I blinked a few times and looked up at the desperate Colby. "Please... tell me you're okay... fuck..." His tears probably blurring his eyesight.

A glimpse of strength came back to me and I was able to touch his cheek with my hand. He quickly looked down at me. "I'm fine... I'm fine..."

"Right after we walk out of the room..." Nate pointed out, holding all of their stuff in their hands.

"We need to get the fuck out of here and get her to a hospital." Sam said, walking quickly with the others. I was confused, seemingly forgetting for a brief moment about how I was brutally assaulted by a ghost.

"Hospital? Why are we going to a hos..." As I was talking, I realized why they were hurriedly walking away. I felt the pain all over again. I groaned at the feeling, shaking on Colby's arms.

"You'll be okay, you're going to be fine. Don't move. Deep breaths, baby." Colby tried to calm me down, his shaky breath giving away his anxiety.

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My back was all bruised up. I had some unknown hand marks on my legs, where I was pulled from. Some scratches tinted my back red when I got into the ER, as well as a few bumps in my head that gave me a red face.

The memories of what happened were blurry, yet so vivid.

And the only thing keeping me conscious was him. I could see it in his face, he felt guilty. Guilty for something that wasn't even his fault.

"Shouldn't have let you go with us... we should've stopped when you began to see so many things... I'm so stupid." He whispered under his breath.

"Hey, hey. Look at me." I said. He reluctantly looked up and into my eyes. I smiled. "It wasn't your fault. Nothing about this could've been predicted, alright? Don't blame yourself." He smiled slightly, only to sigh.

"Yeah, but..." I interrupted him.

"No buts. I'm fine. I'm still here, with you. Right?" I responded, softly while holding his hand. "No need to feel guilty, no need to be sorry. You just have to promise me a good time when I get out of here, yeah? And a good meal." I smiled. "Food here kinda taste like shit." He chuckled, making me smile even more. "That's the face I like to see."

"I love you, so much." He said, holding my hand up to his lips and leaving a soft kiss on them, making my cheeks flutter by the site of his sensitive side.

"I love you too. Now, do that again, but closer to my face."

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it's been a while since i've written something like this, and honestly i just remembered how fun and angsty it is to write about getting literally beaten up by a ghost lmao

hope you liked it, requests are appreciated!

-nikkõ

[allgoodnamesrgoneee]

Hello ! The Virgil smut was hot I enjoyed it👌🏾

Could you write some angst and smut next. For example him being jealous and then they make up in bed 🙏🏾

Wildside

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — You make your husband jealous and pay for it

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Virgil Van Dijk x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 2.7k

Warnings! NSFW! SMUT (18+), size kink, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (f & m receiving), rough sex, choking, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, dom!Virgil, sub!reader.

You knew you shouldn't have done it.

You shouldn't have

But you love riling your husband up. Because the consequences were always so delicious.

And now you are paying for it.

"Please, p-please... let me cum." You begged, writhing on the bed beneath his hard, sweaty body.

"No." He grunted, pulling you completely towards him. Body completely covering yours. Making you feel so vulnerable, so small, so safe. "You've been a very naughty little girl. You know I don't like it when you tease me."

"I know, I know..." You whimpered, trying to move your hips against his hand to try and get some relief. But he only slapped your thighs away.

He had you pinned down with his legs and hands, leaving you immobile as he began to circle your clit with his index finger.

"Oh god," You moaned, unable to move or do anything but lay there and take it. The way you always do. "Ohhh fuck!" You could feel the heat building between your legs, your body responding to his touch despite your mind screaming at you to resist. Your breath hitched as he continued his ministrations, sending shivers down your spine. Your thighs quivered and your stomach clenched, your orgasm building. But just as you were about to come, he stopped.

"Nope, not yet." He smirked, standing up and walking to the door. "I'm going to get some water, and when I get back, we're going to have some more fun."

"No, no, no!" You wailed, sitting up on the bed. "Please don't leave me like this. I'll be good!"

"Will you?" He asked, raising one eyebrow. "Will you stop teasing me?"

You nodded frantically. "Yes! I swear, I'll be good! Please!" You were practically begging, knowing that you would do anything for him. Anything.

He smiled and leaned over the bed, running his fingers over your pussy again. "Good. I'll be right back."

And then he walked out of the room, leaving you to sit there, writhing in need.

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You knew that it would make him jealous.

You knew that it would make him mad.

But you didn't care.

You wanted to make him jealous. You wanted him to go mad with lust. You wanted to remind him why he married you.

So you did it. You put on the shortest dress you could find. You put on the highest heels you could find. And then you went to the bar for your friend's birthday. He was busy with practice and was supposed to joined you there, so he didn't know what you were going to wear. Boy, was he in for a surprise?

The looks you got from men were good, but they could never compare to your husband. Still, you wanted to stir him up. So you did nothing as the men flirted with you. You could feel their eyes on you as you danced, moving your ass to the music, teasing them.

And then you saw him.

He had finally arrived, standing in the corner of the bar, arms crossed, as he stared at you. You knew you were in trouble, but you couldn't help it. He was so hot. And you loved him. So you did nothing but keep dancing.

He finally stormed over to you, grabbing your elbow gently and dragging you off the dance floor.

"Virgil!" You yelled, laughing, as he dragged you out of the bar. "What are you doing?"

"You know exactly what I'm doing." He said this, stopping at his car and opening the door. "Get in."

"But what about my friends?" You asked, looking back at the bar. Angela was going to be md but you were too excited about getting dicked down to care. She'll recover, but you're not sure if you will after tonight. Besides she missed your birthday last year, now you were even.

"Don't worry about your friends." He grunted, pushing you inside. "They'll be fine. You're coming home with me."

"Okay..." You said, fake frowning but secretly thrilled at the thought of having him all to yourself. You knew you had to play this well. "But-"

"No buts." He said, closing your door and getting in the driver's seat. "You know what you've done, so stop whining and get in."

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That's how you found yourself here. Laid out on the bed, thighs shaking in anticipation. And waiting for him to come back. And you knew that when he did, it was over. You were in too deep now, tangled in a dangerous game with no way out. But part of you couldn't help but enjoy the thrill of it all, even as your heart raced with fear.

You were ready. You wanted it. You craved it.

And soon enough, he came back in, a glass of half empty water in one hand. He set it down on the nightstand and sat on the bed, reaching down and grabbing your ankles.

"Open," he ordered, staring at you. You knew what he wanted, so you spread your legs wide, opening them for him.

He leaned down, his tongue swiping across your pussy, making you groan.

"Oh fuck!" You whimpered as he sucked on your clit. "Oh god, baby, please!" You begged, your hands gripping the sheets as he continued. This. This was what you had been waiting for all day. God you couldn't believe how good it felt. You arched your back, pushing your hips up to meet his mouth, lost in the pleasure he was giving you. The room filled with the sounds of your moans and the wet sound of his mouth on your pussy, driving you over the edge.

He didn't stop. He continued to lick at you, lapping up all the cum that was running down your thighs. He licked you until you were squeaky clean, and then he stood up, staring at you with dark eyes.

"Stand up." It took some time for his command to register, your brain foggy from your orgasm. Once he noticed the glassyness of your eyes, he turned back into your soft, loving husband. "Hey, you okay?" He reached out a hand to rub your thigh.

"I...I'm fine." You said, standing up slowly. "What did you say?"

"I told you to stand up." He repeated, tone back to the rough gravel it was before. "Now, come here."

You walked over to him slowly, stopping once you were right in front of him. His arms came around you, and he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. He kissed you softly, and you could taste yourself on his lips. He pulled away after a moment, looking down at you with a frown.

"You were bad." He said it, his voice low and husky. You were melting on the inside. "You knew you weren't supposed to do that."

You nodded, biting your lip. "I know, I'm sorry. I just wanted to make you jealous."

He smirked and pulled your hair back, making you arch your neck and look up at him. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours, forcing them open with his tongue and kissing you. You moaned into his mouth as you tasted yourself on his tongue. His hand slid down between your thighs and rubbed at your pussy, making you gasp. "You taste so good," he groaned. "I want to eat you out all day."

"Please..." you begged, wanting that very much. Very much.

"Not today." He said, pulling away and pushing you to your knees. "Now it's my turn."

You nodded, running your hands over his thighs as he reached down and grabbed his cock. You felt him press against your lips, and you opened, allowing him to slide inside your mouth.His cock was huge. 9 inches of pure perfection. You had trouble taking him all the way into your mouth, but you always tried.

His good girl.

He groaned as you began to lick at his shaft, sliding him in and out of your mouth as you worked him up. You could taste his cum dripping down your chin, making you gag a little. But you didn't stop. You wanted it. You wanted to make him feel good. You wanted all of him.

"Fuck yeah, baby girl. That's it. Swallow my cock." He groaned, reaching down and grabbing your hair. You felt him tighten his grip on your hair, and he began to thrust in and out of your mouth. "Good girl, my girl. Fuck yes." He groaned, thrusting deeper into your mouth.

You gagged and moaned around him, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks as he fucked your mouth.

"Just like that. That's right." He groaned, thrusting faster. "Oh god, you feel so good. Take it all the way in." He said, thrusting in your mouth again.

You felt him hit the back of your throat, and you gagged, your eyes watering. He didn't stop, though. He continued to thrust into your mouth, fucking your face like he would fuck your pussy. He knew you could take it.

"Take it, baby girl. Take all of it." He groaned, his thrusts becoming faster as he came closer to orgasm.

And then you felt him explode in your mouth, cum filling you and dribbling down your chin.

He pulled out of your mouth slowly and then reached down, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him. You stared up, your eyes watering as you tried to swallow all of his cum. He smirked as you struggled to swallow it all.

"Good girl," he said, smacking his semi-hard cock lightly on your cheek. "That's it. Swallow it all." And then he leaned down and gently kissed your swollen lips. " Now get on the bed and spread your legs for your husband."

You nodded, wiping your chin as you moved to the bed. You laid down, spreading your legs, and stared up at him. Within seconds, he was standing in front of the bed, cocking hard again.

"Open." He said, reaching down and grabbing your thighs.

You spread your legs wider as he reached down and rubbed at your pussy. He leaned forward and pressed his cock against your hole. "Oh fuck, baby girl..." He groaned, pushing inside of you. "You're so tight. And warm. Fuckkkk..." He groaned, bottoming out inside of you.

You felt him fill you completely, and you groaned, feeling him stretch you. The pleasure, the pain. You could never get enough of his cock and the feeling of him inside of you. "Ohhh fuckkk..." You moaned as he began to thrust in and out of you. Holding on to the sheets as he fucked you.

He grabbed your hips and held on as he continued to thrust inside of you, making you scream with pleasure. "Virgil!" You screamed as he bottomed out inside of you, feeling him press against your g-spot.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours as he continued to thrust inside of you, fucking your pussy hard. " You feel so good." He groaned, his tongue slipping between your lips and dancing with your own. "I love fucking you." He moaned, thrusting faster as he brought you closer to orgasm. "I love cumming inside of your tight little cunt." He said this, breaking the kiss and leaning back.

His thrusts became faster and harder, causing the bed to creak as he pounded your cunt.

"You feel so good, baby." He groaned again, reaching down and rubbing at your clit. "Cum for me." He said, his fingers working your little bud expertly. Fuck.

Your thighs began to quiver, and you felt your orgasm building. Within seconds, you were cumming around his cock, screaming his name as you rode out the waves of pleasure. "Virgil!" You screamed, your hips shaking as he continued to thrust inside of you. You were gasping out your moans now, reaching down and digging your nails into his hips as you orgasmed, cumming harder than you had in a while.

He leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours as he kept pounding into you. "Fuck yeah, baby. Come for me. You're mine" He groaned, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you kissed him. He was still thrusting inside of you, making your orgasm last longer.

He was still hard inside of you, not cumming yet. "Mine," he grunted as he thrust inside of you, his hips slamming against yours.

You broke the kiss and screamed out your orgasm, arching your back and pushing your tits into the air. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against your nipples and sucking on them.

"Virgil..." You moaned, your hips shaking as he fucked you. "I can't take it. Please!" You begged, grabbing his hips and digging your nails in.

"Good girl." He groaned, thrusting into you again. "Take it, baby. Take it all." He groaned, fucking you harder. "Say you're mine. Come on!" He said, thrusting harder as he reached down and rubbed your clit again.

And then you were cumming again, screaming his name as you rode out the waves of pleasure. Your orgasm was stronger this time, your whole body was shaking as your pussy squeezed his cock.

"Virgil!" You screamed, digging your nails into his hips as you cummed around him. "I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours..." You moaned, feeling his lips against your nipple.

He pulled out of you suddenly and leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours. "That's it, baby." He groaned, thrusting his tongue into your mouth as he leaned down.

In one sudden movement, he had you on your knees, thrusting his cock back into your hole. "Oh fuck!" You screamed, feeling him fill you completely. "I can't! No more!" you screamed as he began to pound into you.

He leaned forward and grabbed your tits, pinching your nipples and making you moan. "Yes, you can." He growled, thrusting into you harder. "I want you to cum for me again."

His thrusts became harder and faster as he pounded into you. Your pussy was stretched wide around him as he fucked you, causing you to moan louder.

"Fuckkkkk!" He groaned as you tightened around him. "I'm gonna cum. Ohhh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against your back as he began to thrust faster. His thrusts were powerful and hard, causing you to scream with pleasure. You could feel his cock pulse inside of you as he fucked you. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming, baby!" He shouted, pounding into you harder. "Cum for me, my love. Come on!" He growled, his hands tightening on your hips as he began to cum.

He thrust one more time before cumming deep inside of you, causing you to cry in pleasure. You tightened around him, milking his cock for all the cum he would give. One last time.

And then he collapsed on top of you, his arms coming around you as he pulled you against him. His cock was still hard and inside of you as he placed gentle kisses on your back. "Fuck, baby." He breathed, licking the sweat from your skin. "That was amazing." He sighed, nuzzling his face against your neck.

You smiled, feeling him wrap his arms around you even tighter. "Mhhm."

"Next time you feel like being a brat," he said, nipping at your ear. "Remind me of this. Because it was very satisfying."

You giggled and wrapped your legs around his waist. "Oh, I will, baby." You said you were wiggling your hips. "Oh, I will."

He chuckled and rolled over, laying next to you. "I love you." He said this, running his hand over your stomach.

You smiled and leaned up, pressing your lips against his. "I love you too." You said, snuggling in close to him. And then he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a spoon position as he held you close.

And that's how you fell asleep—his arms wrapped around you and his cock still inside of you. Your mind foggy, and your body sore.

And you knew it was only just beginning. After all, he wasn't done with you yet. And you knew you wouldn't be done for a while. But you were ready.

You were his good girl. His wife.

And his toy.

And you loved it that way.

-Bianca🌻

[eddiesxangel]

Take Me to the Lakes | E.M x Reader ~ 2/6

Read part 1 here

Cw: angst, jealousy, pining, weed consumption, 18+ content MDNI

Wc: 4.4k

You didn’t see Eddie the rest of the day, but you did happen to run into Steve and yell at him for the most impromptu timing in the world. It has been a scorcher of a day, so you were elated that today was swim day.

The sun was sweltering; Robin and you had to triple-check that your campers had all the water-resistant sunscreen. You had worn your bathing suit under your jean shorts and Camp Murdock t-shirt, but you couldn’t take the sweaty cotton touching your skin any longer. You had to strip off the clothes that were sticking to your skin.

“I think I might die if I don’t get in the water now!” Robin complained. You could see her usually pin-straight bangs getting wavy from the sweat on her forehead.

“Same here, I can’t believe I didn’t think to put my hair up this morning." You could feel the sweat dripping down the base of your neck.

As soon as you reached the dock, you took charge and ensured that everyone in your group was fully aware of all the water safety rules. You then conducted a final head count of all the campers before jumping into the water yourselves.

Robin was the first to take the plunge, diving headfirst into the refreshing water. Despite the initial shock of the cold water, she resurfaced with a huge grin on her face, her teeth chattering with excitement.

“Holy shit, it’s freezing!” she squealed.

“Oh god, I don’t want to do it now,” you laughed as you stripped off your jean shorts.

Just as you were removing your clothes, Eddie, Steve, and Ashton came running around the corner, unable to stay in the heat themselves. Due to the hot weather, Eddie tied his long hair back, and his light grey shirt turned dark grey from sweat. They had just changed into their swimming trunks.

“Hey, look, the girls,” Ashton pointed to you and Robin.

Eddie had stopped dead in his tracks as he watched you. It was like you were moving in slow motion.

You still were taking your shorts off. Eddie watched as your peach of an ass bent over to step out of your shorts, your back arching as you peeled off the t-shirt. You wore your red bikini with little white hearts matched perfectly with the little heart inked into the skin on your right butt cheek.

Hold up, what? Eddie’s brain short-circuited. You not only have a tattoo, but an ass tattoo?

“Dude, hello, Earth to Eddie,” Steve was snapping his fingers in front of Eddie's face.

“ Huh, what?” Eddie reluctantly peeled his eyes away from you.

“You’d been staring at her for like five minutes, bro; just ask her out already.” Ashton laughed.

“Was not five minutes"

“So you admit you’re staring?” Steve smirks.

“How could I not? Don’t you have eyes?”

The guys laughed, and Eddie continued his gaze back to you when he saw Billy approaching you from the right. Eddie felt a sudden possessiveness over you when it came to that guy. He never liked Billy from the start. His off-putting comment and how he looked at you like he wanted to eat you were unsettling.

Eddie didn’t waste another second thinking about it; he started to run towards you, kicking off his slides and tossing his shirt before he grabbed you by the waist and flung you both into the water, laughing.

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You weren’t paying attention to the boys behind you; honestly, you had no idea they were even there. You were too focused on working up the courage to finally jump in. Robin tried to convince you when you heard your name being called.

“Bambi, damn girl, you’re looking hotter than last year.” You turned and rolled your eyes immediately. Out of all people, Billy. You watched in disgust as he was ogling you while licking his lips.

Before you could even reply, a force pushed you into the freezing water.

When you breach the surface, you profusely try to catch your breath, looking around to see what the fuck just happened.

Your first instinct was to blame Billy for pushing you in.

“What the fuck Coyote?!” You were freezing, and the drastic temperature change had your teeth chattering.

“It wasn’t me!” his hands when up in defence.

You believe him, so you start looking around because he couldn't have, and you swore another person had jumped into the lake with you.

“Sorry, Princess. As your knight, I must fulfill my duty to you to save you.” A whisper echoed in your ear.

You let out a small scream, startled by his closeness, but when your heart settled, your flesh rose in goosebumps, not because of the cold of the lake water. Strong hands touch your waits turning you around to face your ‘saviour’

“Oh, my hero,” you fake swoon.

Eddie laughed, his head tipped all the way back so his hair was touching the water, his thick neck exposed, sending you into a daydream of leaving many a mark on that neck, but your thots were halted by Eddie pushing down on your head, dunking you back into the water.

“Edward Munson, I swear to God!” You screamed when you popped back up out of the water.

“Oh, my government name? You wound me, Princess.” He grabbed his chest like he had a knife in his heart.

You started to swim towards him, but the cold lake water was starting to numb your limbs. You couldn’t move fast enough; your teeth were still chattering, and Eddie could hear how cold you were.

“I'm sorry, Princess. I need to redeem myself.” He reached out and pulled you into his body, wrapping his arms around the small of your waist.

“You better be.” You shivered.

“Come, let's get you warmed up in the sun.”

He hopped out of the water, not even having to use the ladder. He reached down, holding out his hand to help you out, but you yanked him back down, and he fell head-first back into the water.

Eddie could only hear your laugh when he broke through the surface.

“I guess I deserved that.” He shook his head like a wet dog.

You were already halfway up the ladder when you felt his gaze on you. Eddie watched as you climbed up; he trialled right behind you, giving him a great view of the tattoo he wanted to know more about.

You quickly ran over to the towel that had been warmed by the sun. Shivering, you crouched down and sat in a ball to cover yourself with the whole towel.

“Come ‘er Princess, let's get you warmed up.” Eddie sat beside you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders with his own towel to cover you both before he started rubbing his hands up and down your arms to help you get warm.

You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder. Between the sun and Eddie, you warmed you up in no time.

You were at peace, the smell of coconut sunscreen, the sounds of splashing in the water, the warm feeling you were getting because Eddie was not only touching you, but hugging you.

“There you go, your majesty, all better,” Eddie smirked.

“You’re really not going to give up this joke, are you?” You laughed.

“Not in a million years, Princess.”

-

You and the girls were busily getting ready for a cozy after-the-bonfire hangout with the boys in the mess hall. You were there setting up some snacks and drinks on the table, and the soft glow of the fairy lights hanging on the walls added to the warm ambiance of the room.

Meanwhile, Eddie and his cabin were chatting and laughing, looking forward to the evening. As the night grew darker, they realized it was already 10:00 pm, and they needed to do one last check on the campers to make sure they were sound asleep. Once it was all calre the guys made their way to the mess hall.

“So you and Julie seem to be getting pretty close.” With his flashlight under his chin, Ashton wiggled his eyebrows at Eddie. Eddie shoves his shoulder lightly, laughing in response.

“I don’t know, man. I know her from home, is all.” Eddie shrugged.

“Come on, dude! You totally couldn’t keep your hands off her at the lake today; I saw you,” Ashton accused.

“Well, have you seen her? And I think she has been flirty with me? I don't know...she confuses me,” Eddie admitted, thinking back on earlier this morning when he thought you almost kissed him.

It's not like Eddie didn't want to believe it, it's that he can't believe it. Why do you, out of all people, want to be with him?

“I would go for it, dude, trust me. She is my best girl-friend, and I shouldn’t say anything, so I won’t, but if I were you, I would ask her out.” Steve joined in.

“You shouldn’t say anything? What’s that supposed to mean?” Eddie asked as they opened the doors to the hall.

“Sorry, man, sworn to secrecy, but trust me, bro.”

“Don't ever trust Moose.” Robin giggled, not knowing the context of the conversation.

“Hey, boys,” you smiled.

Eddie’s eyes met yours, and he smiled back, but his smile dropped when he saw Billy sitting beside you. Billy was like a mosquito who wouldn't leave you alone; he gave you no personal space even though you were seated at a twenty-foot-long picnic table.

He tried his best to ignore Billy; you had already said you didn’t like him, so why did Eddie feel jealous?

Instead, Eddie tried to focus all his attention on you, so he sat directly across from you. Eddie thought you looked cute tonight. Your natural hair was wrapped up in a messy bun, but shorter pieces framing your face.

You wore a heather grey Camp Murdock oversized crewneck sweater, blue and green plaid flannel pyjama pants, and pink fuzzy socks. He liked that you felt comfortable enough to not try hard like you do back home. Back home, he never saw your hair out of place or your outfit not coordinated. Not that Eddie didn't like that version of you, but he likes this version a whole lot more. It made you feel more real and less of this superhuman that the town dubbed you as.

“What are we playing today?” Eddie asked.

“A good old game of truth or dare,” Robin smiled.

“Oh god,” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist. We have a little something extra to make it fun,” You smiled while showing the group the pre-rolled joint you pulled out of your pyjama pants pocket.

Eddie smirked at the thought of you, goodie two shoes, and buying weed. Then, his thought process changed… Who else would you get weed from if not him?

“The fuck you get that?” Eddie didn’t intend for it to be that harsh, but it slipped out like word vomit. Could this be trusted? How did he know it wasn’t laced or tainted.

“Oh, uh, I know a local guy.” Your smile dropped, and Eddie watched as you curled into yourself.

Fuck.

“Better be up to this guy’s standards,” Billy pointed to Eddie, only making it worse.

“You’re lucky I’m even sharing with you.”

“Let’s just start, guys, jeez.” Robin rolled her eyes.

You lit up first then passed it to Billy. Eddie seethed that he got it first. He almost grabbed it right from your hands but he knew he needed to control himself…

The game went on, and the typical stuff happened: streaking, truths about the first kiss, and chugging a combination of ketchup, mustard, and mayo. The joint was getting down to a nub, and it was really starting to take effect. The mood had been lifted, and Eddie noticed how you and the others were getting more giggly, whispering and plotting the next truths and dares.

Steve was up next, and he turned to you.

“Truth or dare?” Steve asks with a smirk.

“Truth,” you say confidently.

“Who was the last guy to give you an orgasm?” He gives you the biggest tooth smile.

Eddie’s ears perk up, his attention locked in. The bubbling feeling of jealousy almost formed again, but it disappeared as soon as you spoke your answer.

“No one.” You blushed.

“Come on, no one believes you, Bambi.” Steve retorts.

“I’m serious! Now shut up it's my turn.” You huffed.

Eddie was not surprised you’re a virgin; if you had slept with anyone, everyone in Hawkins would have known about it.

It sounds wrong, but Eddie was relieved when you said no one. Nobody would be able to please you like he could. The things Eddie wanted to do to you, worship you, take care of you…

“Eddie, hello! earth to Eddie!” Your voice snaps Eddie out of his daydreams.

“Huh? What?”

“Truth or dare,” you smile at him.

“Dare,” Eddie smirked.

“I dare you to kiss…Billy.” You, Robin, and Nancy burst into a fit of giggles like you’ve been plotting.

“I’ll kiss literaly any other guy. Try again, sweetheart.” Eddie sees you try to hide your smile at the pet name. Noted.

"Hey! What's wrong with me?"

"Everything..." Eddie rolls his eyes.

"Come here, big guy, let me plant one on ya." Billy began to chase Eddie around the room, and you, along with everyone else, couldn't hold in your giggles. It was really good weed.

-

The night rolled on, and everyone had to return to their cabins before you knew it.

“Well, boys, I am never skinny dipping at night again. I think my dick shrunk back into my body. Fuck, that lake is cold!” Ashton laughed.

“I never want to see those hairy cheeks again,” Eddie joined.

“I can’t believe what Bambi said, can you?” Steve piped up.

“About what?” Eddie asked.

“That no guy has ever gotten her off. You would think at least one would, you know” Steve exclaimed while brushing his teeth.

“Maybe that’s why she is acting like she has a stick up her ass; I can show her a good time, maybe replace that stick with mine, if you know what I mean.” Billy joked, cupping his crotch as he was getting his pyjamas on.

The joke wasn’t funny; the thought of any guy touching you made Eddie's knuckles go white. His face dropped into a sneer for a split second, but he caught himself. Fucking hell, Munson pulled it together.

“Shut up, dude. She wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole.” Ashton laughed as he lay in his bunk.

“Oh yeah, we will see. She will come around.” He winked, and Eddie felt the s’mores in his stomach start to churn.

Eddie was about to let Steve know that there was no way on God's green earth that you had slept with someone, but his attention was shifted when Steve spoke again.

“Word is she likes someone,” Steve dropped casually as he climbed into his top bunk.

That caught the three men’s attention; they whipped around simultaneously, and all Steve could do was laugh.

“You guys are something else.” He chuckled and laid down to go to sleep.

Maybe Ashton was right; maybe his ever-growing crush on you was too obvious. Maybe he should dial it back more...

-

As the sun sets over Camp Murdock, the anticipation builds for the evening's main event - the camper's talent show. You, Eddie, and Steve have been chosen as the judges for the show, and it's an exciting responsibility. The venue for the show is the old barn on the property. You have carefully set up rows of chairs and cleared a decent patch of the floor to create a makeshift stage. The rustic and charming barn is adorned with twinkle lights that create a warm and cozy atmosphere. A folding table is placed before the judges, where they will take notes and make their final decisions.

As the kids prepare backstage, their nervous energy is palpable. The makeshift backstage area is just an old curtain hanging on a rod by the back right wall. You can hear the campers giggling and screaming in excitement and nervousness. Despite their jitters, they are ready to showcase their talents and make the night memorable for everyone.

You sat in the middle with Steve and Eddie on either other side of you.

“Are you going to strut your stuff up there later tonight?” you asked Eddie quietly, giggling.

To your surprise, he didn’t give you much of an answer, a grunt and a shrug of his shoulders.

That was weird; Eddie had been so warm yesterday. This was your first time seeing him today; maybe he’s tired?

You tried shaking it off, wanting to focus on the kids.

“They all did well. It was so cute to see them perform their dances and songs. One kid did a magic show, and another just showed off his rock collection. Ultimately, one of Eddie’s campers, who had a beautiful singing voice, won the talent show. As a consolation prize, everyone who participated got ice cream. After all the celebrations, everyone went to bed, and it was time for the counsellors to have their own talent show.

You're incredibly nervous this year because you have decided to do something bold. You haven’t told anyone about it, not even Nancy or Robin. It’s evident to anyone who knows you that you’ll be dancing tonight, but it’s usually a ballet number. However, tonight is different. You are determined to make your move and not waste more precious time.

You carefully rummaged through your bag, removing the skin-tight pleather black booty shorts and a shiny red, cropped tank top. You loved the way the two pieces hugged your curves, making you feel both sexy and confident.

Next, you moved to the bathroom and began styling your hair. You wanted to create a voluminous look, so you used a curling iron to add bouncy curls that cascaded down your back. You then applied makeup, starting with a base of foundation and concealer. You added smoky black eyeliner to your upper and lower lids and finished the look with bold red lipstick that made your lips pop.

As soon as you feel prepared and all set, you slip into your cozy grey sweatpants over your shorts, taking care to secure yourself from the pesky bugs outside. You then slide your feet into your sleek black dancing heels and grab your cassette tape.

Robin was the first to see you when you returned to the barn.

“Shut the fuck up; what are you doing?” she asked most affectionately. A growing smirk spreads across her face as you turn.

“You’ll see.” Your confidence was helping a little, but deep down, you were terrified. You’ve been so nervous you think you might be sick.

As the talent show kicked off, you were excited to spend the evening with Eddie, but he seemed distant. Despite your best attempts at conversation, Eddie remained quiet and disinterested in engaging with you. Later, when you tried to talk to him again, he brushed you off, leaving you feeling hurt and confused. You hoped that his behaviour was just a temporary mood, but the fear of failure lingered in the back of your mind. If the plan you had been working on together didn't come to fruition, you knew you would be mortified.

As the show went on, you unfortunately had the pleasure of going dead last. Eddie wasn’t a judge this time, but he was still sitting in the front row. Perfect.

As the host, Mike, asked for your tape to be put into the casket player, he saw your hands visibly shaking.

“Bambi, relax. It's just for fun; you do this every year. We all love your little ballerina stuff,” he smiled.

“Do I look like I’m dressed to do ballet— know what, never mind?” You didn’t mean to be snappy; Mike had always been nice to you.

As he walked out on “stage” to announce the next performance, you stepped off your sweats, pulled the zipper up the side of the black high heels and prayed that you wouldn’t fall flat on your face in front of Eddie.

“Last but certainly not least, we have a crowd favourite!” The audience, your fellow colleagues, clapped as you walked out. You heard someone whistle, most likely Robin and your stomach flip-flopped.

You walk out and face the back wall, standing in a bevel, arms hanging by your side, waiting for the chords to start.

The first notes of Led Zeppelin’s Whole Lotta Love dripped from the speakers.

Your body moved seductively once the music hit like you were in a trace performance mode.

Were you worried some of the other girls would call you a slut? Absolutely, but once the music started, all that went away.

You began dancing like you had when Eddie caught you in the studio that first day, but this time, with the hair, makeup, and shoes, you were more confident than you'd ever been.

A-way, way down inside

A-honey you need-ah

I'm gonna give you my love, ah

I'm gonna give you my love, ah oh

The rush of being on stage made you lose yourself in the routine, however the part you had been most nervous about was coming up.

A-way, way down inside

You stood facing the crowd with your head thrown back, your right hand ran down your stomach, grazing past the waistband of your shorts that hardly covered anything, down cupping your core, then slinked it back up again.

I'm gonna give ya my love

Your head snaps back up, and you took a slow strut forward.

I'm gonna give ya every inch of my love

another slow step forward

I'm gonna give ya my love

You reached your target as you slowly sank to your knees right where Eddie was sitting. Giving him a small wink before you whipped your hair, you looked back up at him through your lashes, and you saw his jaw was clenched, and his hands were balled up white-knuckling.

You reached up with a single hand and grazed it over his left thigh before slinking back down to roll away and get back to the rest of the routine.

By the time you had finished, you were out of breath. Everyone cheered, and a few whistles were made as you walked off stage, but when you looked around, Eddie was gone.

Your heart sank. The overwhelming feeling of embarrassment washed over you, leaving you exposed and vulnerable.

Of course, he wouldn’t want you in that way.

You were a fool to think he ever would.

You were naive to think changing your appearance to be like the edgier sexy chicks he probably goes for. You literally pulled a Sandy for Grease. You tried putting yourself out there, doing this dance, but now you felt the tears welling up; the lump in your throat grew. You felt like an idiot.

You needed air. You took off your shoes, put your pants back on, and walked out the barn's back door.

“Bambi, wait up.”

You turn to see Billy.

“Uh, hey,” You try to keep your voice as neutral as possible, forcing yourself not to let it crack.

“You were amazing up there!” He smiled and gave an encouraging hug.

“Thanks, Coyote, that's really sweet for you to say.” You sniffled.

“Hey, are you okay?” he pulled away to see your tears threatening to leave the rims of your lash line. “No, no, it’s okay. Don’t cry; everyone thought you rocked it!” He pulled you into another comforting hug.

This was the most genuine Billy’s been with you all summer. This was the Billy you knew and loved last summer.

“You really think so?” you ask trying to pull yourself together.

“Yes! Of course; what’s gotten into you?” He looked concerned.

“Nerves, I guess.” You try to shrug it off, but you can’t shake the feeling.

“Well you did amazing, you won!” He gave me a congratulatory kiss on the cheek; it was soft and hardly grazed your skin.

“Thank you.” You pulled him in for another hug. You just needed a friend right now, and I missed this version of Billy.

“You know there is another way I can make you feel better.” He chuckled.

“And the moment ruined, ugh. Why do you do that?” he laughed as you stepped away.

-

You found Cassie and the other girls back at the cabin.

“Hey guys.” You sniffled as you walked to your bed.

“Babe, you were amazing up there! Who knew you could move like that!” Clover cheered.

“You are one hot Mamma!” Nancy giggled.

“Bam, what’s wrong?” Robin asked after you hadn’t really said anything back. She came to sit beside you and wrapped her arm around your shoulder.

“It’s silly…” tears threatening to run down your cheeks once again.

“Hey, it’s just us." Nancy reached over and touched your hand.

You let out a heavy sigh.

“I feel like such an idiot! I did that whole thing to get Eddie’s attention, but he was gone before I even finished dancing.” You hid your face in your hands, too embarrassed to look at your friends.

“If you ask me, he looked like he was trying to contain himself. Girl, you did that to him with no warning! Hell, even I wanted to jump your bones just watching you.” Robin giggled.

“Really? Do you think so? You don’t think he was mad or put off? I saw his face—he looked annoyed. Like he was uncomfortable. Even earlier, he was cold to me.” You grabbed a tissue and blotted away your blackened tears.

“Nah, Bams, he looked like a man trying not to pop a boner, especially when you touched his thighs! Holy shit, I thought he would blow his load right there.”

Nancy managed to pull a laugh off of you.

“Thanks, guys; I think I'll feel better in the morning.” you sighed and gave them each a hug, then got ready for bed.

Next chapter

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☆ aaron headcanons !!

sfw and nsfw !! i louv aaron sm omg stop i need more of him he's so kitten kawaii nya daddy alpha sigma

sfw ;;

he loves motor racing games, driving ruthlessly during battles but never in real life. beats the fuck out of the honk button whenever someone annoys him on the streets

he had to save up money and toggled jobs a lot as a kid (canon) and he feels bad for not being able to buy elliott and himself nice food and toys. now that he’s financially stable, he randomly sends eli some money as a treat. he just says it’s a treat but truly he just wants to make up for the past (WAHHHHHHHH)

he hates alcoholics thanks to his mom

he tries to take care of smartass, eli and sunshine cause he never had a father figure :(

he’s actually really good with children, he knows how to care and make them stop crying. he might seem a little annoyed at a child crying but they make him really soft

he likes being the little spoon occasionally

he’s allergic to dogs but wants one :3 he would get a beagle or a chihuahua

he started to actually learn to make food after moving in with smartass. he’s not bad at it but he often overdoes the seasoning

he has brown curly ish hair, and smartass likes to twirl it

aaron started to catch feelings for smartass after a few heart to heart convos :3 <3

aaron have had many people, especially boys have crushes on him during high school. but he was always occupied with taking care of himself and elliott, therefore never had time to think of crushes.

(pre dating) smartass cried silently during work once. aaron let them cry in his shoulders, his back backed against a hidden corner in the office. that was the moment where he realized he felt more than just ‘hatred’ for them.

aaron has/had (?) a heart to heart convo with sunshine, hearing how soft and gentle they are with elliott makes him happy and somber, regretting some of the times he yelled at his lil bro (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

nsfw ;;

he loves teasing and frustrating his brat, tugging their hair backwards and humiliating them ;) he can humiliate this pussy anytime

DADDY KINK. I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW HARD HE GETS WHEN HE CALLS HIMSELF DADDY. DADDY I’LL TAKE UR COCK SO WELL OH MY GODDDD.

“You wanna be a good slut for daddy?” YES DADDY I WILL BE A GOOD SLUT FOR YOU OH MY EIWOSOCPWPJDDKHDKSHDEJDH

spanking and random hits on the skin :3

his body melts once being overstimulated, unable to speak a word

they both have thought of fucking each other so badly (when smartass was still under aaron’s management). they both would get REAL angry and horny when they get off work

smartass notices aaron’s neck and hands a lot - and he knows it. he wears nice necklaces and rings to get their attention almost daily. and he occasionally takes them off too cause it’s hot. im doing it are you

smartass begged to put a toy in him. he let them. he liked it but will not admit it. get pregnant bossman

he would have glasses of water next to the bed. cause you need to hydrate during sex 🤓☝️

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Okay let me see! He hurts her hip by spreading her legs open to much to fuck her, okay? Right? She’s limping the next day and he notices but she doesn’t lie and just tells him she’s sore from the night before! Still with me? She tries multiple times to get him on top of her, get on top of him, even just tried to suck him off but he backs out before she can even see his cock! He’s constantly saying no, how he doesn’t deserve to feel her, tries to make it up to her by doing acts of service, even more than he already does! And when she wakes him up, because she’s had e-fucking-nough! As she’s riding him talking him through it, he’s just whimpering and softy crying! She’s telling him “you’re my good boy, baby” “look how well you’re behaving, letting me ride you… And you think you don’t deserve me? A good boy always let’s their women use them” “I’m your woman ain’t I? Then fuck me like you mean it” IDK PLEASE 😭😭😭😭

“Noona.. c-can’t please..”

You’re on top of him, he’s staring at you with his hungry eyes, your hips feel so warm, your thighs seem so plush, your predatory gaze has him shaking, but he can’t give in.

No he can’t, no matter how good you feel humping your hips down onto his crotch, he is unable to move an inch from his bed, you have him cornered almost.

You roll your eyes and slam your hips down on him, he moans out at the contact, your shirt is open, he can see your breasts, oh he wants to touch you so bad but-

“Please baby… noona missed you s’much, been so needy..” you pinch his skin, digging your nails into his flesh, Jungkook cries out from the pleasure your hips provide him with.

“need you, so fu-fuckin bad, baby.” Oh you’re going to make him cum.

He grabs your hips in his hands and slams you down on his clothes dick, he can’t resist you no more, he’s never been able to.

The way you’re begging him, the way you look at him with so much need and lust, he could die right now if he doesn’t feel you’re warm walls around him any longer.

“O-Oh that’s it, noona..” his fingernails dig into your hips, he feels so ashamed for being so needy like this when he promised himself that he would not touch you

Yet when he notices the way your eyes roll back at the back of your head, something snaps in him.

His hips roll so feverishly onto the mattress, he’s grabbing your ass you rightly that it’ll bruise, “I-I’m so sorry noona-”

“No baby… noona missed you so much… d-don’t let me stop, need you inside me so bad…”

“Oh fuck, noona… can’t..”

“Yes you can, mhmm, my good b-boy… noona loves you so much… such a good boy for noona..”

Oh you’re so going to make him cum

“lose yourself baby ‘s okay… noona loves you..”

and that’s all he needed to release.

[sc0tters]

Accidents Happen | Cole Caufield

summary: when two people are meant to be, they find a way through it all

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing?

word count: 2.14k

authors note: I’ve been writing this periodically for months, I think that’s all that you need to know about it…

He was only ever meant to be a hinge date.

After years of being unlucky in love you found yourself listening to your friends suggestions as you were done with blind dates. Hinge was for lack of a better phrase, your last resort. You needed someone to send a shot of hope back into your love life and show you that romance was indeed still around if you looked hard enough for it.

As a girl who grew up in Toronto when you saw Cole’s face appear on a match you instantly found yourself getting suspicious. There wasn’t a fibre in your body that believed that the could have been the real thing, but still you figured meeting him at a bar you’d have nothing to lose.

You had to admit that you were surprised when you saw him in the corner of the quiet bar “you’re actually real.” You blurted out letting out an amused huff as you watched Cole get up “who did you think I was going to be?” The boy flashed you his signature smile that you were sure had most girls knees buckling.

A laugh left your lips as you raked your fingers through your hair “thought you would have been.” You trailed off not knowing if revealing the predictions your friends had was the right move “fake? Fat? Full beard?” He shrugged motioning to the seat next him “bald was an option too.” It made him laugh as he threw his head back.

Cole had you feeling like a fool for having that whole image of him “well if you join me I can assure you that I’m none of those things.” Your cheeks turned pink as you realised that you hadn’t sat down yet “sorry.” You were quick to apologise as you smiled.

He enjoyed seeing how you tucked your hair behind your ear “no I would have done that too.” Cole was quick to calm your nerves as you tapped your menu “tell your friends that I’m fat and have a beard?” You raised your eyebrows as your brought your fingers to rub your chin.

The hockey player felt his eyes go wide “oh god I’m so sorry.” He was quick as he apologised “I’m just fucking with you.” A laugh left your lips as you shook your head.

It was quick but the air was quick to feel lighter as you looked down to see the list of food “you know anything good here?” You cocked your head as you didn’t know what to eat “don’t worry I got you.” Cole smiled as he opened his menu.

The night quickly had you letting go of your most favoured rules. Not going back to his apartment until the third date and especially not sleeping with him. Yet somehow the morning after your date you were quietly sneaking out of his apartment before the sun could properly peak through the curtains, leaving him with nothing more than ruffled sheets and the memories of the previous night.

Maybe it was the fact that you were unable to comprehend how it was that a man could make you feel as bright as Cole did. The spark you once longed to feel, was now right in front of you ready to be held. He was perfect both on paper and in front of you, yet somehow you were still left staring at every exit. Running away from happiness and your heart for as long as it could have been possible.

Unbeknownst to you as you were focused on hiding your heart from the best thing it had found, Cole found himself thinking you were the one. He grew up hearing the stories of how his parents knew they were going to get married from the moment they locked eyes.

When he found that bed empty, Cole felt embarrassed and disappointed. Instead of trying to fight for what he craved though, parts of him accepted that he might not have been right. But deep down his pride felt the best way to move on was to pull away.

Which would have been easier said than done if it weren’t for the two thick lines on the pregnancy test that sat between your fingertips. As Cole had been the only man who pulled you into bed in months, it was clear that he was the father. Yet when you tried to make things better, wanting to reach out to the hockey player. It seemed that he had deleted the dating profile and with that any hopes of telling him the updates riddled with an apology were gone.

That’s how life was for the next three months. With each passing day your bump grew bigger and the thought of Cole was pushed further into the back of your mind. It helped that your friends filled your mind with their support and desires to be the fun aunt to your child.

Sure from time to time you missed the boy, but still “Hey it’s that one Hinge date here, by the way I’m pregnant and it’s yours.” Was never going to sound good or be a logical DM.

You had almost messaged him a few times after stalking his account, yet the smile presented on all of his posts stopped you. Cole seemed to be such a happy guy with a prosperous career. There were already so many things that you were going to have to give up with the arrival of a newborn baby.

With the fear of rejection and the nerves of asking him to sacrifice so much for someone he barely knew. You begun to move on and just started to accept that it was going to be just you and your baby.

Cole on the other hand constantly wondered what happened after you both fell asleep

You giggled as he pushed you against the bed “you’re so pretty.” Cole murmured as you watched him crawl into the space between your legs “show me just how pretty you think I am then.” As his eyes never seemed to leave yours.

The boy kissed your collarbone wanting to take in every inch of you “want to hold you forever.” His words spoke of a man who knew you forever, and somehow that was what it truly felt like.

“Are you even listening?” Arber scoffed as he had recounted his less than impressive date to the American who was staring at his quickly growing cold coffee.

Cole finally snapped out of it when his teammate kneed his shin “bro what the hell!” Cole winced rubbing at the sore part of his leg “please do not tell me you were thinking about that girl again.” For the first few days after it happened, Cole told everyone who would listen about it.

Part of him needed to hear that it wasn’t his fault, even if that was far from what he believed.

His silence told the raven haired boy all that he needed to know “look I am going to set you on a date.” Arber announced unlocking his phone “dude I don-” Cole’s protests were left unheard as the Canadian sent a text to one of his friends.

The American sighed knowing that he needed to move on from you, so maybe this was the time to start.

It started with one date yet that quickly morphed into two then three and before he knew it Clara had been sat in front of him six times. You were slowly becoming a memory, and that’s where you were meant to stay.

Cole was finally able to convince himself that you just weren’t meant to be on the cards for him, but all of that hung by a thread.

That especially tightened the night when he took Clara skating and she ended up falling onto her wrist, which left them both in the ER at the end of the night “Ms Gibbons how are you feeling?” Cole felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise at the sound of the doctors voice as the curtain drew open.

Your hands gripped at the clipboard when you looked up to see her stood with him. With all of the different options that your mind painted of how you could see Cole again, this was not it.

The both of you visibly paled staring at each other “my arm won’t stop throbbing.” Clara’s voice pulled you away from the boys gaze “and how did it happen?” You trailed off looking back at your patient.

Yet that made the girl scoff “can you not read my chart or is pregnancy already getting to you?” The insult made Cole’s eyes go wide “Clara!” He jumped up ready to defend you “do you know her or something because you’re acting really weird.” Clara pointed out making your throat grow dry.

You tapped your pen against the board “I’ll get you some ice for that arm and maybe a new doctor.” You mumbled the last part as you turned on your heel, doing your best to ignore the fact that Cole was here “where are you going Cole?” Clara had to admit that she was surprised how quickly Cole went to follow you.

The boy’s cheeks turned red as he thought about the best answer to send her way “want to go get some peanuts.” The lie was weak, especially with the girl in front of him being so allergic to them.

All of the memories of his friends and teammates picking him up after you walked out were vanishing in his mind as he needed to find you. The fullness of your belly played tricks in his mind leaving him concerned if he was really dreaming or not “why’d you leave?” Even in the rush and panic of the ER, you still heard his voice like he was the only one there.

Your eyes remained locked to the clipboard in front of you “y/n please.” Cole’s hand rested on your shoulder letting his words echo in your ears.

You turned to him as your head remained low “I’m sorry.” Tears filled your eyes as you felt his gaze stare at your belly “I can’t do this.” You announced as you shook your head.

However his hockey instincts seemed to get the best of him as his hand wrapped around your wrist “if you can’t tell me that then at least tell me if that’s mine.” Cole felt his voice break as he didn’t know what would be worse.

The thought of you leaving him honestly seemed incomparable to the idea of not being there for his child “I’ll come to yours when I’m done with my shift.” Your offer wasn’t what he wanted but as tears formed in your eyes with a pleading gaze he knew to listen.

A groan left Coles lips as he felt his eyes readjust to the light “Doc he’s awake!” Arbers voice made Cole wince “glad to see he’s not deaf.” You teased walking in with your clipboard as you held up your light to test his eyes wanting to make sure that he was truthfully okay.

The boy pulled away from your hand as he furrowed his eyebrows seeing your flat stomach “you aren’t pregnant.” His words slipped from his lips making you laugh at his forwardness “you know something I don’t Caufield?” You joked looking at his vitals to record them for his actual doctor to see when he came up again.

Cole frowned looking at Arber “can you go see if the cafeteria has anything decent?” The plead was the politest way to say, fuck off dude you’re a cock block right now.

Luckily for him the Canadian nodded before he left shortly after “so has nothing happened between us?” Cole swore that it all felt so real and you were the exact you from it all “nothing.” You shook your head as you sent him a slight frown seeing the defeated look on his face.

As he looked to the drip in his hand you opted to give him some quiet time “I’ll check on you in a bit okay?”Your question was met with a nod before you turned your heel needing to see other patients.

Just as you left the room you stick your head back in “but if that profile on hinge really is you, I would be open to a reschedule of that date.” You winked before you left again leaving the boy with a smile on his face “what?” Arber furrowed his eyebrows as he walked back into the room.

Cole looked like a kid in a candy store as he tugged at his hair “I’m gonna marry that girl.” He confessed as he pressed his head into the pillow.

Even as his teammate swore he was crazy, that’s exactly what Cole did, exactly four years on from that date.

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Romancing Pandora 3

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: I finished this so last minute lmao. But this is a continuation of my Package Deal fic that I did a while ago. You don't really have to read that first, but you can if you like. I feel like this one is so short, but I still hope you guys enjoy it! All characters are aged up!

Pairing: Lo'ak x Fem!Metkayina!Reader x Tsireya

Warnings: Smut, P in V, Sapphics, Throuple Dynamic, Creampie

You and Lo’ak sit alone in your shared marui. You’re prepping meat to cook later and he’s working on repairing a knot in his fishing net. There’s a comfortable silence between you which was one of the things that you had grown to love about him. 

You finish prepping the food and set it off to the side. From the corner of your eye, you can see Lo’ak struggling a bit with his net. His fingers fumble and tug on the rope and it makes you stifle a small giggle as you move to sit behind him. 

“You’re not very good with your hands, are you?” you tease. 

He chuckles a bit before quipping back, “That’s not what you were saying the other night.”

You roll your eyes at him with a smirk. “Whatever, forest boy. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Oh really?”

Lo’ak shifts his position to turn to you and caresses your face with his hand. It takes a minute for you to realize that your eyes are trained on his lips in anticipation. You only notice when you see him smirk at you and a flush falls over your face. 

“Shut up”, you pout making him chuckle at you. 

He leans forward and presses his lips against yours and your body completely melts into the kiss. His hands find your hips and he pulls you into his lap so that you’re straddling him. His tewng is tented and poking you right on your clothed cunt that was surely soaking wet by now. Lo’ak lays you down on your back and grinds his hips into yours. His hand snakes down between your bodies to settle right on top of your pussy and rub lazy circles over your covered clit. 

Before you can go any further, another voice sounds from the entrance. 

“Well, well, look at who’s having fun without me”, Tsireya calls from the front of your shared home. 

The three of you have become so accustomed and comfortable with this dynamic that hearing the sudden interruption barely makes either of you bat an eye. Lo’ak barely even bothers to break the kiss when he calls back, “So come join us”.

You can hear her footsteps getting closer to you before her gorgeous face appears in your line of sight. Lo’ak’s fingers never let up on your clit, even when Tsireya turns his face towards her to kiss him. 

Breaking their kiss, Tsireya circles around behind you and positions you so that your back is pressed against her chest and your legs are spread open over her own legs. One hand is groping your breast while the other is sliding your tewng to the side to expose your slick cunt. Her lips are next to your ear and she lightly kisses along your neck. “Look at you all worked up, yawne.” 

The flush on your face deepens and a small moan escapes your lips. Lo’ak already has his tewng discarded and he’s rubbing his leaking tip through your slick. The slide in is entirely too easy and the stretch is just on the verge of being too much. Your head falls back onto Tsireya’s shoulder while Lo’ak bottoms out inside of you. 

“Reya…” you whine to her and a smile settles on her lips. 

“Yes, yes, tìyawn. I know.” She captures your lips in a heated kiss where she licks into your mouth. AT the same time, Lo’ak has started rutting into you harshly, unable to hold himself back feeling your tight, wet heat around his cock. 

“Oh, fuck, baby. I’m not gonna last long if you keep squeezing me like that”, he groans with the constant wet smack, smack, smack filling the air. 

You moan against Tsireya’s mouth and it’s muffled by her tongue in your mouth. Every thrust of his hips punches your sweet spot perfectly. Tsireya’s fingers rub into your sensitive nub causing your mouth to fall open, “Oh, fuck, Reya…” 

Lo’ak’s hand finds your face and makes you look at him. 

“Call my name when I’m inside you, baby.” 

The pressure in your body skyrockets until you’re just about ready to burst. Lo’ak keeps his hold on your face, holding eye contact with you as he chases his high.

“Aahh! Haah! Lo’ak!”

“That’s right, baby. Keep your eyes on me while I fill you up.”

Tsireya licks a long stripe up your neck to your ear and all the stimulation finally has you coming undone pressed between the two of them. Lo’ak isn’t far behind you when he spills his load inside of your fluttering walls. 

Your legs tremble and your walls continue to clench and relax around Lo’ak’s dick.

When you finally come down, both your bodies go slack while Tsireya whispers words of praise to both of you. 

A look is shared between you and Lo’ak where you exchange no words, but the understanding is clear. 

“Don’t think we’re done just yet, Reya.” you say to her. 

“We have to make sure you’re taken care of too, don’t we?” Lo’ak says starting to stroke himself slowly.

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|| Sex on Fire ||

Sebastian x Ominis x F!MC (Aneira)

Aneira teases both her boyfriends Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt too much to the point they've decided to beat her at her own game. She's probably going to be in BIG trouble. 🥴🤭

Word count: about 4.5k

Warnings:⚠️🔞 DIRTY SPICY! MDNI, NSFW, explicit sexual language, agressive sexual intercourse, polyamory, double penetration, choking.

And special thanks to @rhewart for helping me with Aneira's Welsh Dialect. Here is a special one shot just for you! 💚😅

(I've read this 12 times, sorry if there are punctuation or spelling mistakes)

This is my first short story on Tumblr! 😁

ENJOY!

The familiar sound of a gate descending onto the floor startled her awake. Was she really asleep on the floor this entire time? She groaned and turned over to her right side, avoiding anything that might disturb her rest.

"Wake up, darling; you're going to be late for class."

In the undercroft, a familiar voice echoed slightly to the left of her. Her eyes opened as she was trying to process the lingering voices in her head.

"Yeah, who would have guessed the night we spent together would have left you lying on the floor like Ominis?"

She turned back over and sat up, wiping the sleep from her eyes. Much to her very own surprise, there they were: Ominis Gaunt and Sebastian Sallow, both staring in her direction, waiting for a response.

"Dim Siarad," she grumbled to herself, picking her smaller, framed self off of the floor and dusting her clothing off before realizing she was being confronted by the two nimrods.

"What was that, love?" Ominis spoke softly.

"Nothing." Aneira muttered, looking around, trying to avoid his gaze.

"Do you know how difficult it is for the two of us to understand your Welsh, woman?"

Aneira shot a quick look at Sebastian, who was smiling cheekily at her. "Obviously not good enough, pretty boy." She snapped back, glaring into his eyes and then at Ominis'.

"You love, hmph. You are one wild little thing, you know that? Ominis started to cock a smile, but not before Sebastian interjected at his remark.

"Absolutely! I agree with Ominis entirely. I'm not sure about you guys, but I'm a little sore from the extensive "escapade" we got ourselves into last night."

Sebastian's eyes were slow to retract back to his young girlfriend, Aneira, who was standing there casually with a sinister smile starting at her mouth.

"Surprised me entirely that our girlfriend could single-handedly handle not one but two men last night? But, you are right, Sebastian. I could use a nice message right about now... Gods, sex on a solid concrete floor doesn't hold very well the next morning." Ominis says, bending his back and rubbing his neck.

Aneira scoffed at the very thought of both of them still being unable to keep up with her antics. She waited months to finally have sex with them both, especially since Ominis was the youngest of the group. She waited until his 18th birthday recently before presenting herself to him naked one night alone. Sebastian was shockingly okay with it. Ominis was his best friend, so why would she choose anyone else? He was not jealous in the slightest. In fact, he thought it was incredibly hot to see her fucking his best friend. It really turned him on.

"Hey! You both challenged me and, without warning, simultaneously cornered me. The next thing I knew, my clothes were coming off." "Oh, whatever shall a poor woman do?" She said, giggling. "You both deserved exactly what you got."

Sebastian and Ominis both glanced at each other and started to laugh. "Rightfully so, love. It's just surprising that you had both of us at the same time; I'm impressed." Sebastian said, looking at Aneira lovingly. "Are you not in pain?" He asked.

"No, actually, I'm completely fine. I can handle the both of you anyway; I already do." She smarted off, still with that smile on her lips. "I love a good challenge, and you two already know that."

"And that is precisely why we love you, dear. Lucky for Sebastian and me, one of us didn't have to wait for you this time. I'm actually glad I agreed to this relationship with the two of you." Ominis added. "It was your idea, to be honest, Aneira, and I couldn't be happier about it."

"Yeah, and not to mention the other worldly sex!" Sebastian said, smiling brightly, "God, you really are an amazing little goddess, aren't you?"

"I may be." She said it cockily.

"Sebastian... How much time do we have left before our next class?" Ominis asked curiously.

Sebastian pulled his pocket watch out of his robe to look at the intricate hands on the face of his heirloom watch.

"approximately 32 minutes."

****

Aneira tousled with her beautiful jet black hair, pulling pieces together quickly before the boy's eyes and wrapping pieces around her fingers to form an elegantly twisted bun.

"How sore are you boys again?" She asked, not making eye contact.

"Uhm." Sebastian looked over at Ominis for a moment before looking back at Aneira quickly.

"Why?"

Before Ominis himself could answer, Aneira pulled her black twisted wand with the white marbled handle out of her robe sleeve and quickly conjured a very large and comfortable couch behind the two boys, practically throwing Ominis down first with her right hand and almost immediately shoving Sebastian down next with the other. Both of their eyes widened, and Sebastian said with a laugh, "What do you think you're doing?" Ominis added, "Are you mad? We're going to be up late for class!" There was an obvious smile on his face as well.

“No we won’t, I just want to cwtch my two favourite boys."  Aneira boldly states in her thick Welsh accent. "I can be finished with you both in 15 minutes." Sebastian and Ominis smiled. They sometimes had a difficult time trying to decipher her Celtic words; however, both of them knew what a cwtch was. The look on her face was quite seductive now, and her tone told Ominis what her true intent was. Sebastian already had an idea of what was going to transpire soon. "Shit." He says this, running his hand through his warm brown hair.

Aneira starts to undo the buttons on her blouse, looking at both Ominis and Sebastian with ill intent on her mind. She starts moving her tie off and discarding her green vest on the floor before saying sternly:

"I want to see you two with your tongues down each other's throats." She sharply looks at Sebastian and Ominis, eyes scanning half lidded.

"No problem at all sweetheart." Sebastian states, going for Ominis' neck.

Sebastian grabs the side of Ominis' face before slowly placing needy kisses along the nape of his neck, eliciting a blush and small giggle from Ominis.

"You're just as bad as she is, you moon mind." Ominis states, laying his head back slightly as he is being taken over slowly by his sultry brunette freckled boyfriend.

"You two are so hot to watch kiss." Aneira says smiling, still slightly toying with the buttons on her blouse.

Sebastian moving his way up to Ominis' mouth, kissing his mouth and starting at his bottom lip. They move together fluidly, in expertise, before Sebastian very skillfully and agressively slips his tongue into Ominis mouth.

"HMPH!" Ominis mutters, attempting to smile through the quickly agressing affection his boyfriend is displaying before Aneria's eyes.

"Good boys." She says. Sultry eyes watching her prey.

Then at once Aneria grabs Sebastian by the shoulders, moving him backwards and laying him completely on the couch and climbing on top of him, laying firm and slightly aggressive kisses on the side of his freckled face, moving down somewhat quickly, making sure he could feel her teeth gently moving along the crook of his neck and down his throat, her hands reaching for his belt to undo.

"Stay right there, Ominis." She demanded.

"Yes ma'am!" He saluted her, smiling. His hands retracting to the inner parts of his thighs, he listened intently to what was going on with his surroundings.

Sebastian lets out a single chuckle before saying excitedly, "Ominis, my friend, I hope you're ready for more practice, because she is a relentless beast." His words are muffled by Aneira sharply grabbing his chin to turn his mouth to hers, expertly shoving her tongue down his throat while her other hand flawlessly undoes the buttons on her own trousers. Sebastian breathes out shallowly, trying to catch his breath while growling excitedly.

***

After a few moments of a steamy little make-out session, Aneira straightens herself up, pulling herself away from her smoldering brunette boyfriend and taking her thumb up to her mouth to wipe her bottom lip from the exchange of saliva coating her. Her eyes are gleaming and almost back in nature before slightly coming down from her animalistic adrenaline high just for a moment to speak to her other lover.

"My dear Babi Bach, would you be so kind as to help me remove the rest of these bothersome linens from my body? My sweet, my annwyl aur." Her accent was rolling off her lips like sweet, honey  wine.

"Music to my ears, darling." Ominis says softly, moving his hands up the opposite of hers to remove her blouse. His hands start to come across her chest as he unbuttons the rest of her top, pulling it off of her until she is left with only her sheer black lace bra. Ominis is not shy about his hands exploring her breasts as Sebastian still lays, watching his girlfriend being fondled with by her other boyfriend, his best friend, and sometimes his experimenting partner.

Sebastian's hands attempt to help Aneira undo her zipper, pawing at the metal piece. Ominis adjusts himself off of the couch, grabbing her shoulders to lay her down so she is on her back this time, just for a moment so Sebastian can move himself off the couch as well so he could finish removing her pants for both his and Ominis' pleasure. He only grabs the fabric of her trousers, taking them off slowly but in one fell swoop. Her panties matched the sheer lace bra that was also quickly going to be removed and flung across the undercroft. Ominis takes out his wand, very quickly transfiguring the couch into a much larger bed for their comfort.

"Putting a silencing spell on the undercroft was one of the best ideas I've ever had." He says, his face blushing red from the building adrenaline in his body. Ominis attempts to undo his trousers himself, but Aneira quickly intervenes, laughing softly in a coy manner.

"No, sir," she adds.

Aneira moves her mouth over the button on Ominis' pants, moving her teeth gently and covertly flicking her tongue around to undo it with her mouth, using her teeth to move the zipper down while her hands gently grip his hips, but then suddenly gripping firm as she uses them to manipulate his lower body around to help her maneuver her trick.

As this is going on, it seems that Sebastian has already removed most of his clothing by himself in eagerness. Slowly starting to stroke himself by the sight of Aneira and the way her body is arching in the dancing fire-lit lighting.

When Aneira is quickly finished removing Ominis' lower half, still in his underwear, he works to undo the top portion of his body, discarding his clothing quickly into a pile at his feet and kicking them away until he is left bare naked, simulating the same technique as Sebastian. She starts to paint little kisses and bite marks over Ominis' chest and neck. Sebastian removes his vest coat and undershirt until he is also bare. He watches Aneira as she is about to work her mouth on the dirty blonde throbbing cock in front of her face. A larger hand behind her quickly grasps her throat and quickly pulls her back, a veiny grip starting to tighten a little bit around the front of her neck.

"Sebastian!" She chokes, slightly growling and gritting her teeth. "Mhmmhmhm." She breathes out of her nose, her eyes darkening again and becoming narrow as she is trying to analyze the situation about to unfold.

"Not so fast, our little Vixen; you don't get to make the rules this time." His hands are gripping slightly tighter as he whispers in her ear. "You'll be good for both of us now, won't you?"

Aneira's face starts to turn hot and red as she is being held tight by her throat, and Sebastian's other hand and arm wrap tightly around her abdomen, firmly holding her in place to keep her from moving around. She lets out a muffled laugh, knowing fully well that she will allow these two men to do whatever it is that they want to her because she knows that they understand that this behavior is always consented to in this manner. They are in a relationship, after all, and they've been more than communicative about these things.

"Ominis, take her underwear off. I want to see how wet she is for the both of us." Sebastian states assertively.

"Gladly," Ominis says, quickly obliging to the request.

Quickly, he slips his two fingers around the fragile fabric and jerks his wrist back quickly and forcefully, ripping the delicate framing off of her small frame. Ominis then almost immediately slips his two fingers inside of her perfectly tight and petite vagina. Aneira lets out a built-up whimper as Sebastian continues to hold her tightly, keeping her from moving a single inch.

"That's it; who's a good girl? You like that, don't you?" He says he is watching Ominis harshly invading her, already pounding her relentlessly with his fingers. Aneira starts to build up her whines. She was huffing slightly at the overwhelming feeling of being pleasured and restrained at the same time. Ominis continues to work at her for a few moments.

****

Ominis bends his fingers slightly to form a hook-like shape that almost sends her into another dimension as he stimulates her internal g-spot with his fingers. Her eyes were watering from the overwhelming feeling of ecstasy flowing through her entire body. Ominis slows slightly to move this thumb upwards, stimulating her sensitive nerve above his other fingers, and continues with his original pace.

Aneira shutters, her legs shaking slightly. Her breathing is increasing as she starts to quiver on top of Sebastian, and just as she is about to yell out, Sebastian quickly realizes it and covers her mouth with muffled cries.

She attempts to cry out as she climaxes, but Sebastian is muffling her mouth firmly. She is almost convulsing at this point, a hot surge of an adrenaline burst coursing through her body. She repeatedly starts whining, breathing faster and faster through her nose, huffing about, letting both of the men know she is cumming and is currently experiencing an intense orgasm. She bucks her hips a little bit upwards as much as she can, and a spurting wet-like sound can be heard by both Sebastian and Ominis.

"Yeahhhh, you're a good girl. You like being fingered, don't you?" Sebastian says this in her left ear as he starts to bite at her lobe with gentle teeth, flicking his tongue about to tease her. Aneira nods in agreement, humming sweet noises that please both males in her presence.

"Sebastian, she's dripping down herself already; it's everywhere. I can feel it." Ominis says, listening to her breathing slow and feeling her pelvis move about, matching his movements almost perfectly.

"I know; I can feel it all over me." Sebastian says. His hard cock was becoming increasingly harder and stiffer, as if her ass lying on it was going to snap it in half.

"Hang on a moment."

Sebastian uses his hips to adjust her upwards slightly so he can free himself from the pressure of her, but as he grips himself, he moves the tip of his cock around the front of her, slipping it in the front of her soaking wet cunt, teasing her with it, and making sure that he is good and lubricated fully before moving his cock back a little bit, lifting her, and positioning himself at her rear. He moves his hips up into her and enters her backside, pushing his girthy length into her slowly so he doesn't hurt her until he is fully in as deep as he can possibly go.

They both let out a breathy moan, and she whines again at the sudden fullness she is experiencing. She is very tight, and Sebastian can definitely feel it. He lets out another breathy moan, feeling her around him so tightly, like she was going to snap him in two. Sebastian lets her adjust to him inside her rear end before he decides to move his hips to start thrusting himself into her. Ominis isn't far behind, following Sebastian at her other entrance.

"Are you alright, my dear?" He asks Aneira. She nods her head, yes, so they can continue. "Mhmm," she says, muffled.

"Okay, Ominis, you can go in now." Sebastian verbalizes with his friend looking down at him and watching.

Ominis places his tip directly at the entrance of her still-incredibly-wet vagina, slightly teasing her before he himself also makes sure that he is properly wet before doing the same thing. Ominis takes his free hand and bends over slightly, positioning himself to face her and placing his left hand on the mattress to support himself. He can feel her breath on the right side of his face, and he adjusts his hips until he is also positioned correctly, ready to enter her. First feeling the tip of his head enter her, he slowly pushes himself completely inside her, also going as deep as he possibly can.

She is impossibly tight there as well, and Ominis is visibly shaking slightly from his nerves, almost like every time is the first time for him with her, and her tightness makes it hard for him to consent to not completely cumming inside her already. Aneira's eyes are wet as she blinks repeatedly, processing the double intrusion that is both her lover's hard, girth, thick, and lengthy cocks inside her. Sure, she has been sexually intimate with both of them multiple times, both rough and sensual at separate times, but never at the same time until the night before this. She starts whining breathy whines as both men work in sync with each other slowly now, almost like they've done this before, but they haven't. Not with anyone else but her. She lets out small whimpers again that turn into whines.

"Sssshhhhh." Sebastian asks her, "How does that feel, love? How does it feel to be taking us both at the same time? Filling you up completely like we were going to rip you in two." He grunts, thrusting inside of her. Sebastian then starts to bite down on the sensitive muscle between her shoulder and neck. His arm back gripped more and more tightly around her waist. Both of them begin to get slightly rougher and harder with her, having their own obligations to pleasure her and themselves in her two incredibly tight holes. She nods quickly in agreement, still muffled moans coming from her mouth, still covered by Sebastian's larger hand. Her eyes start to flutter in the back of her head. Her adrenaline is showing in the tears that are running down her cheeks. She shudders at the feeling of stimulation.

"We're not hurting you, are we, darling?" Sebastian asks, almost wondering if they are actually hurting her. He removes his hand from her mouth to only have both men be met with a very loud and needy "FFUuCK NNOOO!! AHh! FUCK! This feels so good!" With that, Sebastian and Ominis both smiled widely, proud of themselves at that moment. The outburst was almost driving them both mad. Both men almost act instinctually, stimulated by the outburst.

"Fuck, you are so fucking tight, I feel like I'm going to break you!" Ominis lets out, moaning and grunting, dropping his head slightly and screwing his eyes shut by the intensity of the feeling of her coiled around him.

"She is so fucking tight, Ominis, and she is doing so well, fucking us. This is fucking intense. F-Fuck! You're doing so well, Aneira." Sebastian grunts loudly, trying to control his urge to cum inside her already as well.

Aneira continues to throw her head back, reacting rather vocally and vulgarly to the intense fucking. Both Sebastian and Ominis are getting harder, faster, and rougher with her. Almost to the point where, physically, they are wondering if she is going to pass out and end up in St. Mungos, and they have to lie about why she's there. She is animalistic, almost feral at this point, acting like she wants to be savagely fucked hard, and they both are very well to agree and oblige. What is a ragdoll at this point? Both boys have things in their lives to be frustrated about, and Aneira is happy to be the one they vent their frustrations to. Whether verbally or sexually.

****

Ominis, Sebastian, and Aneira are all three letting out hums, grunts, moans, and mismatched breathing patterns as all three are working in unison to please themselves. After a few more intense strokes from both men, Aneira can feel herself on the verge of a second climax. The men both worked themselves to the point of sweat beads forming around their faces. Fuck! I'm going to cum! She blurts  out, positioning herself to make herself steady.

"Oh yeah? Is that right, Angel?" Ominis asks inquisitively, moving his hand down once more to stimulate the poor girl and rubbing his fingers aggressively over her nerve. "Right here? Does that feel good?"

YES! HOLY SHIT! FfuuckK!

She can feel herself filling with hot heat; it washes over her, entirely feeling millions of tiny electrical pulses flowing through her.

FUCK GUYS!

DON'T STOP!

DON'T STOP!!

ARGH!

FUCK!

FUCK!!

FUCK!!!

I'M GONNA CUM!

I'M GONNA CUM!!

"Fuck, I'm going to come too!!" Ominis blurts, throwing his head back.

He takes his hands away from her clitoral area and places them on her hips for leverage. Sebastian catches quickly, moving his hand up to take the place of where Ominis' was. He quickly changed the direction of his fingers to stimulate her in a different way, moving counter-clockwise instead of clockwise, like his friend not even seconds ago.

OHh, MYY FfUuCcKk! Aneira yells. FUCCCK ME! Her body begins to convulse, and her legs begin to shake as she cums HARD. It is possibly the hardest she has ever done, even between the two of them separately. She finds herself spilling everywhere. All over the front of Ominis and down onto Sebastian's stomach from the angle she was in. Ominis follows directly behind her, pulling out of her quickly to spill out all over the front of her breasts and slightly on her face. Fucking HELL! He quivers as he strokes himself off onto her bare, naked chest, barely containing himself from falling over slightly, catching himself by placing his hand on her thigh.

"That's so fucking hot, Aneira, watching you get coated with cum all over you." "You're so fucking hot." Sebastian calls out. He shudders a little bit. Moaning and grunting, he continues thrusting inside her, lifting her up slightly as he watches her legs spread wider and then close around him, stiffening her grip on him.

"Holy fucking Merlin!" He sharply states

Sebastian continues to fuck her, letting her continue to ride out her orgasm, still rolling out of her, as she's still moaning from Sebastian's continuance. With Ominis coming down from his high and trying to regain his breathing, Sebastian, in one quick movement, flips her over onto her back, lifting her legs up over her and bending them over her head so he can release himself inside her. He aggressively re-enters her. Continuing his anal penetration with her.

Aneira screams at the sudden deep penetration, and Ominis continues listening as he cleans himself off and tries to get himself looking presentable, searching for his clothes that are strewn about all over the undercroft. He bent over to put his hands on his knees to breathe and catch his breath.

"Fuck the shit out of her, Sebastian." He says it supportively, clapping his hands together as he speaks.

"Oh, ugh, I plan on it!" He says, breathing heavily, watching her contort to his bending and fucking. Aneira is breathing faster and faster, almost as if she's going to pass out from the sudden burst of energy he has. "You're not going to be able to sit down for weeks after all of this is over, Aneira."

Sebastian adjusts slightly, moving his arm back over her to put his hand around her throat again. Applying just enough pressure causes her to see galaxies from the euphoria.

She starts pulling down and gripping the blankets underneath her, which are entirely ruined at this point. "FUCK ME, SEB! MMh.. FUCK. ME!!" She cries, looking up at Sebastian and watching him fuck her roughly. Sebastian gazes into her eyes for a moment before bending over to adjust her and kissing her passionately on her lips. He pulls away just slightly to speak to her through their kissing. "You're so fucking beautiful, my love." Aneira moves her hands to grip his face and kiss him more.

For just a split second, Sebastian pulls away again. "I'm going to cum. I'm going to fucking cum, fuck." Without warning, Sebastian quickly moves his hips into a position that allows him to cum deep. Aneira lets out a sharp hiss as the depths deepen but is met immediately with a quaking, faltering moan from Sebastian. He throws his head back, and his eyes flutter a little bit before she can feel everything warm inside her. It was a lot, she wasn't going to lie, more than he normally does.

Sebastian and Aneira stay motionless for a second, trying to catch their bearings. Both of them took a few deep breaths. Sebastian slowly removes himself from her and helps her legs relax down, taking the stress off of her back.

"Ow, ow, owww." She hisses.

"Oops, sorry, darling."

Sebastian laughs to himself, "So are you sure you're not sore now?" He says this, giving her a cheeky little smile before kissing her once more and moving off of the bed.

"I wouldn't be if you hadn't just folded me like a pretzel, Sebastian. BUT fuck me, you two, that was fantastical! Oh, my gods!" She says she is trying to breathe. Her face was still heated and slightly red from the absolute thrashing she just had.

"Well, I just did fuck you. In...your... butt." Sebastian says quickly, flashing her a cocky ass smile before trying to evade the pillow she expertly throws at his head.

"Fucking.. Anging!" Aneira says it again in her thick Welsh accent.

"I have no idea what that means, but I love getting you worked up!!" Sebastian teases her and laughs before walking over to Ominis on the other side of the bed.

"Did you cum in her?" Ominis says with a coy smile starting on his mouth.

"Yeah, always; you know that." Seb raises his eyebrow and laughs, "Well, we ought to get ready. Class starts in..8 minutes!"

"Aneira, Come here, darling, we'll get you cleaned up." Ominis requests lovingly.

"Hmm ?" She replies, straightening her hair again. "Oh, it's okay, I got it." She already had her wand out and pointed at herself when Ominis asked to have them assist her, still trying to catch her breath.

"Oh, by the way, that wasn't just a quick cuddle either, you liar." Ominis stated quickly, smiling.

"I know...haha, but it was quite a lot of fun, was it not?" Aneira smiled at them and said, "I love being around the two of you."

Sebastian added, kissing her on the temple, "And we love being around you, you feisty little beast."

Ominis grabs her left hand and brings it to his lips to kiss her fingers, stroking them with his thumb. "We love you, Aneira."

[heyidkyay]

And I'm petrified of being alone, now |

Part Four

Matty Healy x reader

Summary: She’s just trying to get by, really. What with being a single parent to her four year old son whilst simultaneously trying to kick start a successful career as a radio presenter. She’s got everything she’s ever wanted though, friends close by, a mum who’s merely a phone call away, and of course her baby boy. What else is there to wish for? But then, it’s not long before her relatively normal life gets upended and turned on its head, and she’s suddenly forced to deal with situations she’s never even thought to imagine.

What happens when one mention of a certain controversial singer on her show sends a flood of unexpected challenges her way? 

Authors Note: IT'S TAKEN A WHILE BUT IT'S HAPPENING, MATTY AND MOUSE ARE SO CLOSE. Hi:) Hope you enjoy this part, finally throwing them into the same building!! Lot's happening in this one!

Warnings: Mentions of rehab, struggles around body image

Masterlist

🐭 @/petitesouris 13m Early start, hoping it's a good session today!

The next week rolled around slowly and it had been one of the most agonising waits of my life. 

I’d constantly been emailing with the Primary Talent Team for the last few days, back and forth, just trying to work out which date and time would best fit both our schedules. It’d been gruelling. And the entire exchange would have gone a whole lot easier if it hadn't been for the fact that it had all been centred around them and based on their terms and conditions. Not forgetting the mile long list of Do’s and Don'ts they had also attached to their most recent email, which had been oh so fucking thrilling.

To be honest, I might not have minded it if my whole life had only revolved around the radio show. But as proud of it as I was, and as incredibly hard as both Adi and I constantly worked, I had other priorities that took precedence. I loved the show with all my heart but it could never be my entire life. Not with Teddy waiting for me back home at the end of each day, relying on me alone to raise and feed and clothe him.

Not that Healy’s management could comprehend that, or the fact that I had a schedule and a set routine. They didn't know when to stop and pushed and pushed to get what they wanted. And I could only fight back so much. Which meant that I’d ended up dropping Teddy off at Finn’s place a whole two hours earlier than usual just so that Adi and I could prep for the dated interview.

So, with that in mind, it was safe to say that I wasn't in the perkiest of moods when Adi bounded breathlessly into the studio that morning, a lot later than expected.

"I know, I know, I'm late!" Adi immediately squawked as she hurried on over, the door behind her slamming shut in her wake. "But I have good reason! I hardly slept last night, too excited for all of this!" She added as she threw her knitted tote bag down in its customary corner, the one I’d brought her the birthday last, and tossed her phone and throng of keys down with a clatter onto her paper-filled desk.

I rolled my eyes, but was unable to negotiate with the amused smile that pulled at the corners of my mouth. “Still had time to post a quick photo though. Don't think I didn't see it, Adeline- you tagged the show."

Adi’s smile was blinding when she spun around to meet me, brown eyes wild and full of mirth.

“Figured since you still haven't a clue about how Instagram works that you just wouldn't see it, my love!" She retorted whilst throwing herself down into my desk chair and kicking her Doc clad feet up onto the table. She shot me a smug smirk. 

“Cow. And oi, I’ll have you know I’ve caught on since Circa ‘18!” I defended, but relented upon seeing Adi’s arched brow. “Fine, I had Finn explain it all to me one night after a bottle of wine. But the point still stands.”

Adi’s raucous laughter bounced around the loft and I could only roll my eyes once more before huffing. 2018 had been a rough year for many, but mostly me, seeing as I’d accidentally posted a quick shot of me in the tub for the group chat to my story, exposing a little more than I’d like to our show’s following.

Adi stared back at me in disbelief, loosening the bun of unruly curls that had been strung together by a silk bandana, which also seemed to match the colour of the very short shorts she was wearing.

"He'd had to have been a saint in another life to have dealt with an indisposed you for that long."

I scoffed at that, but couldn't help my own trickle of laughter. “I sent Teddy round to his the next day with a box of chocolates- you know, those fancy ones he’s always banging on about?” Adi hummed her assent. “Felt proper bad about it all. Took him ages to teach me how to stop going Live.”

We both laughed.

“Waste of time that was, should’ve just brought the chocolates here! Knowing Finn, he only helped ‘cause he found the entire sodding thing hilarious.” Adi supplied, pulling a pack of chewing gum free from her jacket pocket.

Snorting faintly, I denied her offering of a piece with a wave of my hand, and went back to fidgeting with my phone, distracting myself again from my plume of thoughts. I spun the device round and round, slowly enough so that each edge made contact with the wooden desktop. 

“You alright there, babe?” Adi queried after a while, and I glanced over to see her eyes now trailing the movement. “Ted doing alright?” 

I stilled and then hummed, watching as she turned and went about fumbling her way through an array of wires that sat on my desk, most of which were already hooked up to the monitors. It was a task Adi did most mornings, even when I’d already ticked it off the list, ever the perfectionist, wanting to double check that nothing would go wrong with the day's show.

“Oh yeah, all’s fine. Teds is already obsessing over Halloween, ranting about what costume he wants to get this year. But August has only just passed, Ads.” I groaned, thinking back to the previous evening when Teddy had spent a good portion of his bath time rambling on about what every other kid in his class was going to be.

Adi peered back at me, the extremity of the grin she wore wrinkling the corners of her eyes. “Just kids, ain't it? We were the same, you'll miss it in a couple of years.”

I supposed she was right, but only because I didn’t have much of an experience to look back on. Halloween had just been me and mum in the woods up by the creek, collecting flowers and eucalyptus for the wreaths we’d make, then reading old stories by the fire.

“Don't remind me, please. I don't want him getting any bigger!” I sighed all too dramatically before standing to head on over towards the printer, picking up everything I’d sent off earlier from out the tray.

“It's the way of life, babe. So, when do you reckon Teds will end up towering over you?”

Adi simply chuckled when I stuck a finger up at her from over my shoulder, not even wanting to pay that idea any thought at all. Teddy was my baby, I couldn’t picture him all grown up.

“I should mention that I saw your tweet, by the way. Guessing you're nervous for today?” Adi added after, her tone a little softer than normal, catching me off guard enough that I actually stilled in place before I turned to face her.

“And you’re not?"

Adi’s mouth quirked upwards when she shook her head, dark ringlets moving with it.

“Why would I be? This is fucking huge for us, M! The exposure that we'll receive alone could really give us the big break we've been searching for- I honestly can't even begin to believe it.”

I gnawed on my bottom lip as I lingered over her words, then pushed back the thought of me having been the one to deal with the stress that was Healy’s management team to the back of my mind. Adi didn’t deserve that, I’d always been the one to deal with all the crap happening behind the scenes, and besides, Adi had a right to be excited. I only wished that I had the ability to join in on it.

“I just don't want to start up any more unnecessary drama, Ads.”

Drama was the very last thing I wanted, knowing that this whole thing with Healy could easily blow up in our faces if we didn’t go about it the right way. And if shit actually does end up hitting the metaphorical fan, then… I wasn't sure I'd be fit enough to handle it. Handle the backlash that would surely follow and affect the show, the only source of income I had. And without it, both Teddy and I would be royally fucked.

Apparently my lack of response had Adi rolling her eyes, adding an extra flare of dramatics to it by flicking my ear as she passed me by. “Don’t be such a worrier, babe. It’ll all work out, always does with us, don’t it? Besides, how can it not when I have a face as gorgeous as this?”

She winked, flashing me her famous grin.

“Tart.”

“Slag.” Adi easily countered.

A breathy chuckle escaped me and I shook my head before returning to the wad of papers I’d been rifling through. “Sorry to disappoint, but it’s the radio, babe. No one will be seeing that gorgeous face of yours, or the way your arse is currently hanging out of those shorts.”

Adi cut her eyes at me from across the room, but they gleamed under the studio’s lights. “Don’t be jealous. We both know you love it.”

“Jealous? I’m a mum!”

“A fit one.”

A laugh bubbled up out of my throat at that and I couldn't find the energy to deny it, so I just shook my head.

“Anyway, you’re wrong.” And at my confused look, Adi continued on, grinning wickedly as she waved around one of the large devices she’d since picked up and cradled in her hand. “We are working with the camera’s today. Sort of why I'm here setting them all up. See?”

“Wait, we’re filming?” I gawked, and my eyes felt like they were just about ready to bulge out of my head as I sat up further to shake my head at her. Mouth already dry. “Non. No, Adi. No one ever mentioned that! I can’t.”

“They called yesterday demanding it. Just as you left to pick up Teds- it must've slipped my mind. I'm so sorry, hun.” Adi revealed sheepishly, her face scrunched up in an apologetic wince as the camera rig dropped to her hip. “But don't worry, yeah? I promise it'll all be sound and then we'll be well on our way to becoming the UK's biggest radio show!”

I reverted back to worrying at my bottom lip, chewing on it as though I hadn't eaten for days whilst I tapped an anxious rhythm into the arm of my chair. I couldn’t do the cameras, not today at least.

“Trust me, Mouse. It’ll be alright. You’ve done it before and you can do it again. No one will say a thing.”

I wished I could fucking believe her.

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The Sun @/Thesun 16m Matty Healy spotted out in London today! The singer has been relatively quiet for the past few days- somewhat strange for the wayward frontman- but will this all change now that he's been seen? (Link) H @/user1 18m um, what? he’s where?? Adi @/AdelineWells_ 19m Long day ahead but we're very excited for today's show! Big surprises in store for you lot, so who's looking forward to it?? @/petitesouris @/Mouseonamic Indie @/user2 21m @/AdelineWells_ AHHH hope it's another Adi's All-Knowing segment!! Urmymedicine @/user3 23m Did anyone else see Jamie’s ig post?? He says to keep an eye out- AN EYE OUT FOR WHAT?? Talk! @/user4 11m I feel like I've been hit by an unnecessary amount of information

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Matty’s bleary stare made an attempt to focus on the blurring buildings that passed them by as the car cut through the paved streets of London. Grey just melting into another varied shade of grey.

It was still far too bright for the beginning of September, the remaining weeks of summer only just tittering away now, and Matty couldn't help the scowl that had long since settled into his hollow features. 

One of the very few things he liked about the city was the fact that it was almost sure to be gloomy during the colder months. But it seemed as though the sun was shining a little brighter today, much to his chagrin.

A dull pain throbbed at either side of his temples, it’d been there since he’d been forced awake, and so he'd had to wind the window all the way down as soon as they'd set off to keep the nausea at bay. He silently regretted not turning in early last night, but it couldn't have been helped. It was hard to stay asleep without his usual nightcap, and even then, it was harder to dismiss the memories that plagued his mind without downing half a bottle of something or other.

A frigid wash of air wound its way down his throat as he took a long breath, his mind slowing a tad as the afternoon breeze trickled across his skin. But soon enough Matty’s calm was broken and his attention was then caught by Jamie, who sounded just as thwart as he felt.

“You even listening to me, mate?”

Jamie’s undeterred voice filtered through the back of the car, a short lived sigh following in its wake.

Matty merely rolled his eyes from behind his darkened sunglasses and proceeded to slump further in his seat, lolling his head to the side so that his focus was now within the car instead of on the distractions of the outside world.

His gaze trailed its way across the dark leather seats and blacked out windows before it finally ended up landing on his manager, who was kitted up in one of his many sharp shirts and a pair of formal fitting trousers. A right snazzy twat.

Matty could appreciate their pattern though, Jamie hardly ever ventured too far into the world of fashion, so the burgundy tartan was a sight to behold.

He soon fixed Jamie with an apathetic stare from across the backseat, fingers already itching for a fag, or maybe something stronger. He couldn’t be arsed with the mindless bother he’d been sent to complete today, really didn’t want to be dealing with a roomful of people that were there to assault him with an extensive range of hard-hitting questions, or have any more unwanted cameras shoved in his face in truth. 

But here he was, doing it.

Following orders because that was what it took to be a puppet. He was too tired to be tugging on any strings today though, simply wanted to get the afternoon over and done with, hopefully without any repercussions, so that he could fall back into bed.

“Matty, mate.” Jamie huffed, his face having fallen into a pitiful expression that Matty didn’t quite like looking at, but couldn’t seem to look away from. 

For a while, he'd been fearful that he'd pushed his luck all too far with Jamie, as well as the rest of the band too he supposed. But it seemed as though the guy had a thing for redemption, because he was trying his fucking hardest to annoy Matty into growing the fuck up.

“Look. I know you don't like this anymore than I do, but it's your job, mate. You ain’t got much of a choice here. But think of it this way, right. It's better you being here, doing this, than drowning away in your own fucking sorrows- thought you'd given up drinking since rehab, anyway.”

Matty’s jaw clenched involuntarily at the reminder. Rehab. What was it with everyone and always bringing it up? He’d been too fucking gone on painkillers to have given a second thought to the little amount of alcohol that particular shit show had provided. Could hardly call it a rehabilitation centre either, not when you were constantly surrounded by other abusers who were practically there on a getaway, just finding other means to entertain themselves with.

Jamie broke the silence just as Matty’s mind began to spiral, and Matty couldn’t help but be rather thankful for it.

“You just gonna sit there then?” Jamie snorted, obviously trying to fill the tense quiet now, “Normally you’d have told me to piss off by now.”

“Piss off.” Matty murmured, turning his focus back to the window.

The car seemed to be slowing down now and Matty furrowed his brow when they came to a gentle halt outside a block of buildings.

“Where are we?”

“Outskirts of Islington, I think. Not too far from the studio.”

Matty didn't get much of a chance to reply- not that he'd had one, Islington never did manage to bring up the most fondest of memories with him- because Jamie had all but jumped at the chance to exit the vehicle, opening up the sliding backdoor to escape into the stream of daylight.

With a tired sigh, Matty ran a hand through his mussed hair before he made a move to join his manager, clicking his neck slightly as the bottoms of his leather, heeled boots clacked against the cobbled pavement.

There was the usual musty scent that lingered throughout the city as he took a breath, but the smell of petrol was somewhat stronger here. Hardly anyone was wandering down the backstreet they had pulled into though, and those that did didn't linger too long on either him or the extravagant hired car that he'd been sanctioned with since having been struck with yet another driving ban.

Craning his head up, Matty could tell that there wasn't much to the building they were standing outside of. A commercial unit, three stories or so. Its brick exterior worn and dotted with timber sash windows. It was quaint enough, but not what he was used to when it came to things like this.

"Alright. A quick debrief before we go in." Jamie started, already fixing the faint creases in his otherwise pristine shirt, caused from where he’d been sat working in the backseat. “This is the same show that you had a bit of a spat with earlier this week, alright? So you'll be meeting the same girl that spoke out about your, um… Well, your image and publicity, and all that crap, generally speaking."

Jamie’s eyes flitted around them before he was back to typing away on his phone again. Fucking thing was practically attached to his hand, made Matty wonder how the hell he managed a wank.

But then he caught onto that last bit of his sentence and furrowed his brows, throwing Jamie another quick glance, not quite comprehending.

“Why we even here then? Thought your lot had a right mare dealing with all that.”

Jamie had the decency to look a tad bit sheepish as he started to lead them over towards one of the heavy-duty doors that adorned each of the surrounding units.

“They think that by doing this, it will clear up any allegations. They just want you to right your wrongs, I ‘spose. Make it known that what went down was just a 'misunderstanding' of sorts.”

“Right my? For fucks sake, Jamie! I was shitfaced! And if I remember fucking rightly, this supposed presenter spoke some actual truth. How the fuck am I meant to deny that and clear this whole fucking mess up?"

Matty was quite close to fuming now. It was always the same thing, again and again. The lies were never ending. So much so that he could hardly even recognise them from the truth anymore, everything had seemed to mould into one.

Jamie had since paused, his hand resting on the door's brass handle whilst he gave Matty the best smile he could possibly muster up. "Matty, mate, I'm sorry. Listen, I thought I could-"

Matty cut him off with a throaty scoff.

"Don't make out you're sorry. Not when you're just here ‘to do your job’. The only thing you're sorry for is the fact that you've got to be here at all, to suffer through all this shit with me and put up with the added drama. Just do me a fucking favour and keep your half-arsed apologies to yourself, mate."

Jamie looked genuinely taken back by his vicious rant for once, and somewhat hurt too, but Matty paid it no mind. He knew where to hit where it hurt, and he often didn’t stop until he tasted blood. The band knew that better than most.

"You act like you're here for me, when all you really care about is goin’ by the book and following the rules. Fucking grow a pair and apologise to me when there's an actual ounce of sympathy behind it." He spat back, teeth grinding as he clenched his jaw, glowering at the man standing before him. 

Matty shoved past his startled manager before he could linger on his words and pushed his way through the door. Fisted hands already making their way into his pockets as his nails dug crescent shaped moons into his palms in a desperate attempt to take the edge off of his vibrating anger.

"Ah, good, you're already here then! Thought we'd heard voices!" A cheerful lilt called out just as Matty rounded the short hallway, Jamie hot on his tail, and came face to face with a girl, who was leaning heavily against the metal rail lining the steep stairwell. 

Matty winced at the brashness of her greeting, eyes narrowing behind his sunglasses at the very force of her presence. She had a mane of thick curls bundled atop her head, lips lined red and lashes winged with a heavy liner. She was definitely younger than him, but not by much, and he could only guess as he approached her, that she stood at a similar height to him too when she wasn't prancing about on metal staircases. 

His fingertips trailed across the paperboard carton he had stowed away in his jacket pocket as Jamie hurried on over to meet the woman- a beaming smile now replacing his previously dejected look. Matty bit into his cheek at the sight of it.

"Yeah, sorry if we're late! Hey, it's great to meet you, I'm Jamie and this is obviously Matty." Jamie greeted with an incessant smile Matty couldn't bring himself to look at, before his manager was gesturing towards him- the disgruntled singer he was always stuck babysitting- and then reaching out a hand.

"Adeline, but my mates call me Adi." The girl, Adi, chirped as she took Jamie’s palm in her own, her eyes flitting towards Matty long enough to get a good once over. A gesture Matty returned. "It's great to have you both here."

She wore a grin so large it practically surpassed the honey brown eyes that brightened her face. Her teeth were white, if not a little crooked, and the force of her smile showed off the metal piercing that sat against her front teeth.

"We're honestly really excited to have you on the show! We'll have a proper laugh and just chill, so there's no pressure or anything. Mouse is upstairs, by the way. Still have to set up the final bits and bobs." Adi added, her enthusiasm somehow never faltering. "You'll love her! She's the main man round here, the one who started up the show and all that. You'll be speaking to her once we begin, but depending on how everything goes I'm hoping to join the two of you at some point."

Matty merely hummed in reply, which earned him a slight jab to the ribs from Jamie, one he tried not to lash out at. And Adi’s eyes slitted a tad as she followed the gesture, though Matty noted she gathered herself rather quickly.

"So, is that all of you then? No one else to meet?" Jamie wondered politely and Adi chuckled in retort as she began to lead them up the shifting staircase, giving them both an eyeful of her long legs.

"Nah, you're in the clear. It's just the two of us running things around here."

Matty worked his jaw at her response, whilst the sound of his boots hitting each metal stair reverberated around them.

"And that works?" He couldn't stop himself from asking.

Adi's head snapped back to find him, eyes peering over her shoulder as she rounded the first small landing and started on the next set of stairs.

"Mouse was on her own for a long while before I came along. We cope fine on our own though. We might not be as big as some other radio shows at the moment, but we've got a good relationship that works well within this industry. She can be stubborn, whilst I can be pushy, and even when we butt heads over things, we're able to make up in the end for the sake of the show. I don't know how it would work, throwing someone else into the mix."

Matty gave her a curt nod.

"So, Mouse?" Jamie questioned just as they bypassed the second floor, continuing up the staircase. Matty could hear the curiosity that lined his voice.

Adi flashed them another grin. "Mouse. It's what she goes by."

"Oh?" Jamie prodded, prompting her even further. He had a right thing for nicknames, loved hearing the stories behind them or something. 

"Don't know how it came about, in all honesty. You'll have to ask. But it's been her pseudonym ever since she started as a kid."

Matty’s ears perked up upon hearing that, but it was Jamie who quizzed her.

"She's been doing this since she was a kid?"

"Technically. But no, it started out as a Twitter account, just her venting her thoughts and opinions on the music she loved. And trust me, teenage Mouse was just as cut throat and sarcastic as she is now- maybe even more so- but people loved it, still do. The idea for the radio show came about a couple years later, and that was that."

Adi stopped talking just as they reached the very top. The staircase had led them straight into an open plan room, where a large leather sofa separated the sitting area from the tiny kitchenette in the far back corner, and where half of the living space had been overtaken by a recording booth.

Matty blinked. It wasn't at all what he had been expecting.

"God, this is insane." Jamie suddenly crowed from beside him and Matty followed his manager’s wide eyed gaze to where a skylight had been fitted overhead, giving them a clear view of the bright blue skies they'd just escaped from.

"I know." Adi spoke through a breathy exhale, her eyes twinkling as she grinned up at the oversized window. "It was what sold us on the place, honestly. That, and the access we have to the roof."

She gestured over towards the closest window to the stairs then and Matty found a fire exit hatch sat just on the outside of it.

"Don't think the other tenants renting out the spaces below even know about it. Well that, or we've just been lucky enough to never to catch one another up there." She chuckled and Jamie joined her. 

Matty’s hand tightened around his pack of cigarettes, eyes lingering on the hatch. But before he could ask if he could get a quick look at it, Adi was waltzing her way across the room and over towards the kitchen. 

She waved them closer and gestured towards two sofas and a vintage looking armchair that should have looked somewhat out of place, if it hadn't been for the rest of the mismatched furniture that littered the space. From the mint green fridge shelving a chaotic range of mugs, to the wearing Victorian coffee table, which was hilariously similar to the one Matty’s grandmother had preened over whenever guests had gone to visit.

"Tea, coffee?" Adi asked and Matty dipped his head as he took a perch on the edge of an armchair facing the tele box. It looked well over two decades old and he questioned the last time he'd seen one that'd had a DVD player built into it.

"Coffee. Black."

Adi raised an amused brow but didn't comment, looking towards Jamie. "And you, Glasses?"

Jamie only chuckled at the name referring to the thick rimmed frames he often wore. "Tea, please. Milk, two sugars."

"Be with you in just a sec!" Adi winked in reply and pulled four mugs down from the fridge.

"Cheers." Jamie thanked her, smiling all the while, before a look of remembrance crossed his face. "So where's this famous Mouse of yours then?"

And as though someone had answered him, Matty looked up to find the door to the recording booth opening and watched as someone stepped out to join them.

[faghubby]

No secrets

"I am serious, he begged me to fuck his ass" I heard My wife Alice tell her friend Jill. Although she was trying to be quiet. As I walked into the kitchen. They both fell silent as I walked in. Jill smiled unable to hide the fact that she knew I had over heard them by my red face and inability to look at them.

"Did you, did you like being fucked in the ass?" Jill asked giggling as she looked me in the eyes.

"He did" Alice smiled knowing I would enjoy being exposed. "Didn't you sweety?" Alice stood behind me running her hands across my ass. "Tell Jill how much you love your ass toyed with" Alice cooed.

I couldn't speak. But Alice continued to tease me.

"Alice he has a nice big toy he likes to fucked with its much bigger then his little pee pee" Alice laughed. I was ready to cum in my shorts. And wanted to cry. Jill looked on with amusement. I couldn't hold back and came in my pants. A wet spot appeared in the front of my shorts.

"Naughty boi" Alice scolded me. "Go get cleaned up" Alice to

me. then leaned in and whispered. "Maybe a pair of my panties would fit" she kissed me on the cheek. I scurried off. We had never discussed crossdressing. But I was intrigued by the idea. I found a pair of pink satin panties in her drawer and put them on they where tight but I loved the softness. Alice walked in dropped her pants I watched as she strapped on her toy.

"Did you like me telling Jill?" She asked she sat on the hard backed chair in the corner of our room. "Come sit on my lap. And ride my big cock, slut" Alice told me. I walked over to her she had me remove my shirt and pulled my panties to the side. She lubed my ass as I lowered myself onto her cock. I moaned and stared to fuck myself. Taking a bit more every time I came down.

"Tell me you are a slut, a fucking homo slut" Alice said biting my ear.

"I am a slut, I love your cock in my ass" I told her.

"Homos like their ass fucked. You mist be a Homo" Alice told me she scratched my chest and bit and sucked my neck.

"I am a homo" I moaned.

"I know baby" Alice laughed. I came again this time all over her stomach.

She held me in place, all 8 inches buried inside me. She scooped up my cum on two fingers. And bought it to my mouth.

"Homos eat cum" she told me. She pushed her fingers into my mouth.

"Such a faggot" Alice smiled and kissed me. She let me up and then stripped the rest of the way.

"Come fuck me" she pulled me into bed. But having cum twice in such a short time I couldn't get hard. "Well use your tounge then" Alice scolded. I made her cum then she held me close cuddling I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke Alice was not there. I found a pink lace thong Alice had left for me with a note.

"Went out for a drink, put these on" it read. I cleaned up and did just that. I then texted Alice to see when she would be home.

"Don't worry about that girlie boi, I am out with some friends." She replied. "Wouldn't you love it if you where smooth like a real girl" she sent then went silent.

It was very late when she came home. She was drunk. Someone had dropped her off.

She pulled me close and whispered in my ear.

"I am a cheating whore" she told me grasping my rock hard cock. I wanted to push her away. Yell, scream. But instead I just stood there in her panties shivering with excitement.

"OH god" I moaned. She pushed me to my knees and lifted her skirt her panties where soaked with another man's cum. She pulled my face into her. Rubbing my nose in his cum. She peeled her panties off. Still holding me close. She pushed my head into her crotch again.

I licked and sucked his cum from her as she stood with her legs spread moaning. Not until she was sure I had cleaned up every drop did she push me away. She stood me up and led me to the bedroom.

"I think you should wear this" Alice told me pulling out a satin nightie. It was very tight on me.

"You haven't said a word" she giggled. But as I went to she put her finger to my lips to silence me. "You didn't shave" she commented looking disappointed. She stripped and slept naked spooning me. She ran her hands all over my satin nightie as she told me how she was so excited to have had a real man afrer years. I was rock hard the whole time. She drifted off to sleep. I was so excited I couldn't sleep. So I reached down and started to jerk off. But just as I started Alice stirred.

"No, baby stop that. That's not how girlie boi play with themselves" Alice told me pushing my hand away.

"Tommarrow I will take you shopping for you're very on vibrator" she told me tucking my still throbbing cock into her panties. She pulled the back to the side. She grabbed some lube off her night stand and rubbed it against my whole. Her fingers slipped in easily after fucking it this afternoon.

She then curled me up lifting my legs. She guided my own hand to play with my ass.

"That's it deep, finger your pussy. She encouraged me to work more fingers in. I had four fingers working my ass after 30 minutes the front of my panties where soaked in my own cum as it was milked out of me.

"God you are such a slut" Alice told me trying to work even more of my hand into my ass. I was done and wanted to stop bit Alice kept pushing me to go further. "You should of told me how much of a faggot you are before we got married" Alice told me. Finally letting me stop and go get cleaned up.

As I came back to bed Alice said. "I expect you are going to love your new role around here" as she kissed me on the forehead and held me as we drifted off to sleep.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙚𝙚! 𝙝𝙖𝙣 — 𝙙𝙖𝙮 4: 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘: 1.3k

𝖑𝖊𝖊: han

𝖑𝖊𝖗: minho and felix

𝖆/𝖓: too much angst man

𝖙𝖜: ANGST ANGST ANGST— rough tickles, soft tickles, minho is bullied but it ends up okay..

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s 🐾

“It’s okay, Ji, let it all out.” Felix sighed, rubbing up and down a sobbing quokka’s shoulders. 

“I’m s-sorry…”

“No, don’t apologize, does it hurt?” Felix pressed lightly against the bandage on Hannie’s side. The boy hissed and let out another wave of broken sobs. 

Felix almost felt like crying along with him, unable to handle the sight of his sunshine crying. 

“He y-yelled at me…” Jisung whimpered. Felix’s eyebrows furrowed as a wave of sadness took over. “He’s never yelled at me b-before…”

“He’s stressed, you know that.” Lixie cooed, patting up and down the poor boy’s back. 

“I—”

Jisung’s phone rang with another missed call, which Han clearly didn’t bother picking up. His 37th one. 

“You should answer him…” Felix whispered, but Jisung shook his head. 

“Let’s see who’s childish and clingy now.”

—————————

“Jisung!!” Minho called sharply. The younger froze in his spot. “I taught you this move so many times, but you still can’t get it right? Why is that? Are you even trying?”

Changbin shot the quokka a sympathetic look, Chan glaring at Minho was if to warn him. 

“I-I am trying…It’s just—”

“Oh, save it. You don’t know how to even do the simplest move right, but you do know how to be childish and clingy all the time, correct?”

“Minho!” Chan interjected, but the damage had already been done. 

“Okay…” Jisung gulped, tears spilling over and onto the floor. Splish splash. 

“Oh, and here comes the water works.” 

Anger suddenly turned Jisung’s vision red, and he walked slowly over to Minho with a dangerous look, causing the older to almost shrink under the quokka’s fury. 

With one swift movement, Jisung slapped Minho. Hard. 

Chan gasped, Changbin ran to restrain the now sobbing boy as Minho stood, stunned in his spot. 

“Let go!!” Jisung wrenched his arms out of Binnie’s grip. Hyunjin and Felix watched in horror. “Fuck you, Lee Minho.” And with that he was out. Followed by Felix, of course. 

—————————

38 Missed Calls. 

Jisung grabbed his phone, unable to bear the sound of his own ringtone anymore. He couldn’t even see the messages on his phone through his blurry eyes, but he could make out a few words. Sorry…I love you. 

Hannie scoffed. He calls me clingy and then blows up my phone not half an hour later. 

With a heavy heart, he hit the block button, sighing in relief at the silence now suddenly blaring loud in his room. 

Jisung knew he’d forgive Minho sooner or later. He had probably forgiven him already. 

The quokka decided to try and give the older a chance. He knew Minho wasn’t like this and he felt bad for the pure amount of stress that seemed to be cracking the dancer like a walnut. 

Jisung headed along the corridor, keeping his gaze out to the front and ignoring any person who walked by him, staring in shock at his teary eyes and wet face. 

He heard a different voice call Minho’s name, and he peeked around the corner, hearing a loud voice screaming at what sounded like…his hyung?

Jisung stood on his tippy toes, intently staring through the tiny glass window on the door as he watched their manager yell at Lino, who seemed to be on the verge of tears. 

Although he hadn’t completely forgiven Minho, he felt a surge of anger and protectiveness in his veins. 

“How could you get into a fight with him!! Don’t you see how bad this is? If the fans see you two being awkward they’re gonna suspect things. Keep calling him, pathetic.” The man spat at the now crying Minho, who whimpered out an apology as he pressed call, and Jisung felt guilt hit him like a truck. 

“Get out of my sight…” Hannie heard. 

Jisung ran back to Minho’s room, intent on finding the older and comforting him. Oh, hyung. If only you’d have told us…why do you insist on suffering this way. 

Jisung sat and waited, hearing frantic footsteps echoing in the hall until Minho burst in, not even noticing the quokka, slamming the door and sinking to the floor sobbing. 

Jisung immediately ran over, pulling his hyung into a tight hug and carding a hand through his hair, hearing Minho choke quietly. 

“Sung-ah?” He asked, a tone that said so much and so little at the same time, whispery and quiet. 

“If you had only told me…” Jisung hushed the older. 

“I’m so sorry, baby. So sorry—I would’ve never said that to you, ever…I wasn’t in my r-right mind, I swear baby—” Minho’s sentence was cut off with a painful gasp as he hyperventilated, a broken whimper slipping out of him before he could hold it back. 

“Hey…no. If you had just told me how you were feeling, not bottling it up, I would’ve cut you some slack, hyung.” Jisung sighed. “You scared me today, I thought I had done something wrong. I was injured, see?” He pointed at the bandage wrapped around his side. 

“N-No…It’s my fault—all of it is…P-Please don’t hate me…” 

“No. Never. I could never hate you.” Jisung whispered back, cradling the older’s head and cooing gently to calm the distressed cat down. 

A little while passed, small comforting words exchanged between the two to heal whatever wounds were caused in the day’s incident. 

Jisung finally managed to coax Minho into his room, Felix sitting on the bed with a concerned expression as the two slumped next to him. 

Minho sighed. “What do we do now?”

Felix suddenly had an idea, a smile creeping up his face as he rolled over onto Jisung’s waist, sneakily straddling it with a smirk. 

Hannie’s eyes widened, but it was too late. Minho grabbed both his wrists and forced them over his head. 

“Wait wait—AGH!!” Jisung shrieked suddenly, Felix gently clawing at his tummy. “Wahahahait!!” He smiled fully for the first time that day. 

Minho beamed fondly down at the younger, who was throwing his head side to side as Lixie continued to run his nails along Hannie’s belly and sides. “Stahahahaa IHIT TICKLES!!” Jisung squealed cutely. 

Minho decided to help, tentatively sticking the quokka’s hands beneath his knees and tracing his nails along with Lixie’s, earning a loud squeak along with more breathy giggles. 

“You both need to destress.” Felix sighed. “Hohohow ihihis this dehehestressing?!” Jisung giggled hysterically; Lino’s hands had moved to the crevices of his ribs, trailing his nails along lightly. 

“Hyung destresses by tickling you, you destress by being tickled. Win win!” Felix cheered, tickling along the quokka’s sides with just the white of his nails. 

“Why don’t you destress too, Lix?” Minho gestured towards Jisung’s lower sides with a diabolical grin; Felix caught onto what he was saying immediately. 

Hannie whined when he was stretched further, letting out a gasp when Felix moved his clothing out of the way. “Not there…! I can’t take it there!” He pleaded. 

It all fell on deaf ears. Jisung screamed when Felix latched his thumbs to his lower sides, kneading into the warm skin, as the poor boy beneath him arched up completely, shaking his head side to side in ticklish despaeration. “PLEHEHEHEASE NOHO PLEHEHEHHEASE!! MEHEHEHERCYYY!!” 

“Do you forgive Minho hyung? He’s truly sorry, you know?~”

“YEHEHEHEHEAAHH YEHEHES IHI FORGIVE HIHIHIMM!!” Hannie hiccuped through his bouts of loud laughter. 

“Hmm…Do you promise to take a break and be with me more?” Minho asked, drilling into the quokka’s sides mercilessly and watching the poor boy go ballistic beneath him. 

“I WIHIHIHILL I WILL PLEHEASE PLEASE AGHAHHAHAHAAAHHAA!!”

“Poor baby~” Minho cooed. “Can’t handle it?”

“I CAHAHAHANT!! I CAHANT TAHAHAKE IHIT!!”

“Okay okay, let’s let go of him.” Felix sighed, grabbing a red lollipop from his bedside, a taste Jisung had grown quite accustomed to. 

Felix smiled and handed it to the boy, just to lock eyes with Jisung, twin evil grins flashing on the sunshines’ faces. 

“Oh hyung?~” Jisung called. Felix added, “I think you might need a little destressing now…”

“Wahait…WAAHAHAHAHAIT!!”

[atopvisenyashill]

alright things i liked

baela pointing out that jace is not the first bastard to inherit a seat that isn’t his by blood. that was a fun convo and i loved the back and forth and i love that she comes at it like “why are you moping do you think you’re the only bastard in the fucking world” and jace is like barely able to argue his point that LIVING that reality is so much more draining than she realizes, he’s too busy daydreaming about strangling ulf to death over the kitchen table.

everything helaena did. sensing daemon is having a dragon dream and using it to get him back to rhaenyra’s side, the way she really was listening to alicent’s idea about running away to essos together, letting her mother speak her piece in her defense, then going out onto the balcony knowing aemond is going to corner her and giving him the dressing down of his LIFE while he cries, all very good.

abigail thorne. omg. am i mad she’s not sabitha frey? yes. was she still hilarious? also yes.

ESSOSI OUTFITS THAT LOOK GOOD. WE GOT BLUE HAIR FOLKS!!!!

ulf and hugh and addam. trying to find their place, trying to bond with their dragons and each other, unsure of their footing. addam looked ready to turn to goo in his chair. hugh wincing at every “lowborn” quirk ulf has. ulf going ham on acting like ulf bc he’s nervous & telling jokes to cover it. loved it.

alys alys alys. crying at daemon’s bedside at what’s to come, at what she’s going to face next. do you think she saw simon’s death and wept for her silly uncle. does she grieve her cousins before they have even died. does she weep at daemons bedside knowing she’s leading him to his end.

larys and aegon. the whole scene was so good, the way larys is really trying to convince aegon to leave & fight another day and he has like a VERY solid plan but aegon is so completely shaken up bc he just had no idea aemond hated him that much, this is just what love is to him, is this constant push pull of humiliation and abuse that hes still as blind as he was when he was a child to the way his actions affect aemond.

alfred brune just nervously disappearing into the crowd after Daemon gets everyone singing “god save the queen” is so fucking funny. man is like “oh i misread that one HARDCORE i am about to get ate by a fucjing DRAGON while those two watch and fuck nasty” his ass is GRASS lmao

things that were booty, ass even

every single scene helaena had should have come earlier in the season. there’s no reason alicent & helaena couldn’t have had this convo in the last episode instead of alicent fucking off to the godswood for a swim.

i think it’s fine In Theory that alicent goes to rhaenyra and basically surrenders. she’s been shut out of power, she’s lost control of aemond, she’s terrified for helaena’s safety, and otto who was her rock & partner in all things has been gone for a long while. she’s floundering, her shitty boyfriends have abandoned her, she thinks her only shot is to work out a surrender with rhaenyra. COMMA BUT. caving to rhaenyra saying “i’m gonna have to execute aegon” was dumb & ooc. i’m tired of all these little trips between KL and dragonstone. i think that confrontation lacked a lot of punch, alicent was FAR too calm. idek what they’re doing w alicent’s reactions half the time tbh, this feels once again like being unable to let an actress just look ugly for a minute. even during a scene where she should ostensibly be nervous and freaking out, she looks immaculate & prettily distressed. i’m very much over it esp with how often we’ve seen rhaenyra look banged up or windswept or tired or whatever this season.

officially fridging marilda just takes so much intrigue out of the hull boys & alyn specifically. marilda is the only baseborn or lowborn character we get in the book that isn’t shit talked and this is likely due to alyn making SURE his mother is respected. to cut all of that for….what? more manpain? unacceptable.

pls tell me why tyland gets more haha jokey scenes than baela and rhaena get for any scenes at all. baela fights and SURVIVES the last dragon battle in westeros. rhaena is the last dragon rider until dany. they are powerful political forces just as their grandparents and parents. but they just do NOTHING it is so FRUSTRATING.

in theory i’m fine with aegon thinking sunfyre is dead and then finding out he’s alive bc sunfyre has come to rescue him from something. but if sunfyre doesn’t show up WAY EARLIER than the swan dive, if they CUT SOMEHOW THE SWAN DIVE and we don’t get to see aegon snot-crying and screaming as he holds baela’s burnt open face against a headstone and screams that he’s going to kill her for killing sunfyre while she’s glaring and daring him to fucking do it then, you all will never know peace from me. i will literally never stop bitching i will become the most annoying poster on this website i will find condal and hess and i will-

all build up and for WHAT. did they forget that even tho s6 ended with a bunch of shots of people’s armies moving there was an entire fucking battle that happened and then cersei committed religious terrorism??!!!

OH SO WE KEEP YAPPIN ABOUT DAERON ALL FUCKING SEASON JUST THIS RANDOM ASS FOURTH CHILD THAT WE DIDNT HEAR ABOUT ONCE LAST SEASON, AND ALL WE SAW WAS THAT TWO SECOND SCENE OF TESSARION FROM THE TEASER??

AND WE DONT EVEN SEE DREAMFYRE??

[flufallo]

Some random, out of context lines from only the best show in the world

"YOU are the brawn?"

"If she'd died last night, I'd have no problem with her being here!" "Well that got dark"

"We've met phychics before, but none as fit as you" "HAH. Did that work on girls back in the 80s?"

"Are you ready to talk to her shoes?"

"And those girls are staring..." "Mabye it's your outfit" *middle finger*

"I don't care how old you are. Go to bed"

"Well, I'm very open minded and also very concerned about bursting open" "honestly I just find her so charming"

"Are you insane?"

"so I'm a... Tree?"

"Cute? Thats offensive"

"It smells like dog shit in there"

"I'll make sure to jot that down in my journal of opinions I DO NOT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT"

"Luckily, love requires no logic"

"MONTY! JESUS! I'm tryna... Threaten some kids"

"Are you ready to talk to her shoes?"

"Fuck off, the kid had a sardine"

"E-yup"

"she's always... Changing outfits"

"Are you being threatening or is this a sexy choking?"

"weeee!"

"In my experience, uptight boys like a bit of rough play" "... Right" (my poor innocent Edwin has no idea what that means)

"Hello, um, cute little friend with the bow tie"

"Teethface, what the fuck?"

"I'm just a really old man who lives in a fish"

"Specificity is key"

*Girls react sword death* "was that good? Were you scared?" "Pff, no. The sword would of punctured the lung, leaving her *gasping noises* unable to scream. Not to mention the sheer amount of blood filling her mouth. Very disappointing girls"

"You guys are like a dead married couple on acid"

"Is that my left or your left?" "We have the same left!"

"No, it is the blue book on the top left corner" *picks up pink book* "does that look blue to you, Charles?"(Colour blind Charles yaas)

"Well, that's harsh. But also charmingly stubborn. Capricorn?"

"Were not living anywhere, because your not living"

"This detective work is much measure than it ever looked on scooby doo"

"Two boys can like like each other, you know. I have a lot of manga about it. It's very sweet, and explicit"

"Again, a handshake would suffice"

"Yes, your highness"

"What is a hand job?"

"Well have to investigate further into this Molly character"

"At least one of you is in school, right?"

"You've been spending a lot of time with that one... Monty... You... A lot of time?" "Hmm? Merely swapping books is all"

"Oh my fucking fuck"

"I thought you were like a meat robber or a meat pervert or something"

"If you need anything, just shout. But don't actually shout. It's a library"

"Are you always a woman, is Charles ever a woman, can you change your eyes and nose like Mr potato head, do you know who mr potato head is?"

"Your such a whore"

"You don't look like a walrus"

"this looks like the places in those fish stick commercials I like"

"Charles, be less British. Edwin, be less Edwin"

"oh no, it's porn. It's all just porn"

"there are 142 cats" "142? That's way off!" (It's four off)

"and when he gets back from hell, I'll be waiting. God, I am such a romantic I hate it!"

"do you and Charles.. um... Have a special friendship?" "We are best friends, if you must know." (Keep him innocent guys)

"have you seen a Victrola anywhere?" "What?"

"oh, I think I'm gonna be sick!" "You are a ghost, Charles. You cannot get sick"

"well, maybe karma's just a bitch"

"I heard they died in some gay suicide pact"

"I have never wanted to get back inside someone more" (out of context this one just sounds so wrong lmao)

"are you saying my ghost friend isn't going to die? Super, thanks."