connerstonermurphy

[m-neuvillette]

Star Rail Men and their phone background

Characters: Argenti, Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Caelus, Dan Heng, Dr Ratio, Gallagher, Gepard, Jiaoqiu, Jing Yuan, Luka, Moze, Mr Reca, Sunday, Welt Yang, Yanqing

Thank you March for taking the photos!

Authors note: fem reader, implied that you are also shorter than him. Also this is our first time ever writing so please be nice :)

Argenti

A photo of you braiding his hair. He is sitting in front of you with a little mirror in hand, laughing while you are super concentrated with doing his hair. After this he always requests for you to braid his hair!! now after this!!

Aventurine

A photo of you guys sitting at a table playing cards. You are giggling behind your cards thinking you’re going to win. He puts his hat on you, leans back and laughs and smiles at you. He then proceeds to win the round of cards, like always.

Blade

A photo of you sitting side by side smiling at each other. You are fixing and polishing up his sword. You look up to lightly chide him on his damaged sword to see that he is softly smiling at you. You tilt your head and smile back at him, while forgetting about his sword. Then when you come back to reality, you do have to lightly lecture him on taking proper care of his sword.

Boothill

A photo of him cornering you between him and the counter. Hands on each side of you, looking down at you giving a little smirk. You are blushing looking up at him while wearing his iconic hat (he thinks you look better in it anyways).

Caelus

A photo of you guys laughing and running away from a Lordly Trashcan. You guys were minding your one business chatting, when the one and only Lordly Trashcan came out of nowhere and spooked you guys. He quickly grabbed your hand and ran while dragging you along. You guys were laughing the entire time the Lordly Trashcan was chasing you. After the Lordly Trashcan stopped chasing you, you turned to him and said you guys were never allowed to walk by a trashcan again.

Dan Heng

A photo of you guys in front of the data bank. You are standing in front of him, while he is behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and your arms on top of his. His chin is resting on your shoulder while he is pointing and explaining something on the screen of the data bank. This is his favorite way to talk about stuff on the data bank.

Dr. Ratio

A photo of you two at a chalkboard. You are excitedly explaining the stuff written on the board while he has most of his focus on you with a soft smile on his face. He swears he’s listening to you and can recite what you said but he thinks you’re so cute when you’re explaining something that makes you happy!

Gallagher

A photo of you two at the bar together. He is behind the bar making you a drink while laughing, while you are propping your head up on your hand staring at him with nothing but loving eyes. He now only makes drinks if you’re there at the bar sitting in front of him.

Gepard

A photo of him with his face in your hand. He is in his office, overworking as usual, and when you walk in you march right over to his desk. You take his chin in your hand and tilt his head up and over to look at you while you scold him for overworking. Let’s just say when he visited Serval later that day she had to ask if he was sick because he was still bright red.

Jiaoqiu

(this was before he lost his sense of taste) It’s a photo of you two cooking. He has his tail and arm wrapped around your waist while you are having him taste test some of your food. You are smiling because he is showing that the food tastes really good. Then he makes a vow, when he cooks he is always going to have you by his side.

Jing Yuan

It’s a photo of you guys napping. He is laying on a couch with you on top of him, with a tight grip around your waist. Both of you guys have the softest of smiles on your faces. Whenever he wakes up before you he always makes sure to snap a quick photo of you sleeping on top of him.

Luka

A photo of you guys laughing together in the Boulder Town Fight Club. You jokingly hop in the ring after his match and declare that you are going to beat him. He looks at you with the biggest grin and you guys just start laughing together. Let’s just say there was no winner, you guys were too busy laughing that you got kicked out of the ring.

Moze

A photo of him whispering into your ear while he teaches you to throw a dagger. He is standing behind you with one hand on your waist and the other adjusting your hand placement on the dagger. He is whispering softly in your ear about the correct form while you smile softly up at him. Let’s just say you were not that good at it and Jiaoqiu and Feixiao were curious why most of Moze’s blades were damaged or lost.

Mr. Reca

A photo of him laughing at you while you are looking through his film camera. You wanted to help him shoot a scene in his current film and the camera is too high for you. You don’t know how to adjust it and you are on your tip toes squinting through the camera lens, trying to see out of it. He looks at what you are doing amused, and starts laughing fondly at you. When his film eventually came out, you were given some special credits to make up for him laughing at you.

Sunday

It’s a photo of you guys dancing. You guys were outside under the stars. He has a hand on your waist while the other one is holding with yours, while your other hand is resting on his shoulder. While you both just gaze into each other’s eyes. Now whenever Robin wants to sing a new song to him he brings you so you can dance to it together.

Welt Yang

A photo of you reading to him. You two are sitting down and you are in between his legs, back pressed up again his chest while his arms are wrapped around you and resting his head on your shoulder. Whenever you two want to read something now you always seek each other out to do this cuddle and reading session again.

Yanqing

A photo of you dressed up like him as a joke and taking his sword. You jumped up on the nearest bench to be taller than him, acting like you are going to fight him. Then he just looks up at you and bursts out laughing while you just giggle and smile down at him. Jing Yuan was there too and said you would beat him and Yanqing turned around and gaped at his mentor.

Everyone say thank you March!

Hope you enjoyed :)

[russo-woso]

Scream Queen || Leah Williamson x actress!reader

Request | Masterlist | Prompt list

Summary You star as a scream queen in the latest horror film. Leah and the team watch it in support, but you did such a good job, it leaves them with nightmares for weeks.

A/N Happy Halloween 🎃 This is just a short Halloween based fic, I hope you enjoy. Oh and it’s also my 100th fic which is pretty big so just a quick thank you for always having my back and supporting me 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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Leah had always been proud of your career.

Whether you got a simple job in an advert or a big part in a blockbuster, she was always your biggest fan.

Your new movie though, she couldn’t be more proud.

You were staring in the latest horror film.

The film, 4:03 , was about a girl who had to endure the torture from these spirits who awake at 4:03 every morning.

It was expected to gross the most money this year, and you were the main protagonist.

It had been about three weeks since the film came out and after several interviews and events, you finally got a few days off.

Leah hadn’t watched the film yet, insisting that you were there with her.

When you suggested the idea that some of the arsenal girls come round to watch it too, Leah agreed straight away, wanting nothing more than to show your acting off.

So, here you were cuddled up in Leah’s side with a few of the girls dotted around the living room.

The film was about half way through and most of the girls had pillows to their faces, not wanting to look at the screen.

Your performance made it look so real. So real that most of them were petrified already.

Even Leah had jumped a lot.

The movie finished and Leah turned on the lights to be met with everyone still covering their faces with pillows.

“Has it finished? Please say it’s finished.” Kyra asked, taking her face away from a pillow.

“That was the scariest film I’ve ever watched.” Alessia said

“Y/N, you were incredible. That was seriously the best scream queen performance I’ve ever seen.” Steph told you as Leah wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Thanks, Steph.” You replied, brushing it to the side.

“Seriously, Y/N. Be prepared to go shopping to find an outfit for the Oscar’s.” Beth added

“My girls so good, isn’t she?” Leah asked, kissing your cheek gently.

“They’re talking about a sequel too, so you guys have got something to look forward too.” You told them all, their faces dropping at the mention of watching it again.

“I’m not watching a second part. I’m gonna have nightmares after this film.” Vic said

You all made small talk about the movie and anything really before one by one, everyone left.

You and Leah went upstairs, doing your usual routine before cuddling in bed.

“I’m so so proud of you. Your film was incredible.” Leah whispered as you closed your eyes.

“Thank you, Le.”

“I love you, my scream queen.”

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It must have been about four o’clock in the morning when you were awoken to Leah quickly sitting up.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” You asked, still half asleep.

“Nightmare.” Leah briefly explained, catching her breath.

“About what?”

“Your film.”

“It was that good was it? My acting must be good.” You smirked, teasing her slightly.

“Shush.” Leah joked, watching you yawn. “Go back to sleep, love.”

Unbeknownst to you and Leah, most of the girls experienced the same thing.

Everyone who watched the film, ended up having a nightmare of the same thing, at the same time.

That time being 4:03.

[retiredteabag]

An Uninformed Narrative

Synopsis: You had lived in Stardew Valley for a year before you met the hunter from the adventures guild, Sukuna Itadori. It did not take long for him to catch your attention but you couldn't help feeling as if his affection resided anywhere but you.

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader

This is a Sukuna stardew valley au, heavily inspired by @tearzintheclub's similar series with butcher!sukuna, I highly recommend reading their work, they are super kind and were a big motivation for me to make this!

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You had been dying for a decade before coming to the valley, still, unmercifully, alive. The bitter years you spent milling away on a computer, endless days blurring onto the next. A monotonous cycle of tireless work for a corporation that left you unfulfilled, complacent, and depressed. Holed up in a city you did not even like.

It was corrosive, only now, a year later, could you look back and realize that life didn't begin for you until you moved to your grandfather's farm.

It had been hard work. You knew it would be. Still, the labor it took to keep up with crops and farm animals had been more than you anticipated. But you had friends now, and goals. And that was more valuable than anything.

One year ago, when you came to the valley, romance was quite possibly the last thing occupying your mind. Only now, being able to comfortably settle into your home, could you allow yourself to think about things other than the prosperity of your land and the health of your animals.

That brings us to now.

You had read books about the Stardew Valley mines back in the mountains north of town. Harvey, the village doctor, had warned you of its treacherous depths. Having focused most of your efforts on farm/house maintenance, you had not traversed into dangerous territory beyond upgrading your tools and acquiring bug meat.

This is why, after a whole year of living in the valley, you were surprised to receive a notice in your mailbox from "The Adventurers Guild", an initiation of sorts, requesting you to slay 10 slimes to be granted entry.

You had thought about it all evening. By the next morning, you felt up for the challenge. After taking care of the chores you left you made your way up past the carpenter's shop, dropped off a fish you caught the night before to your friend Linus, and entered the mines.

It had been scary but you protected yourself well and acquired some gems and geodes to show for it. It was late when you made the trek home, but you were determined to enter the adventurers guild the next day.

It had been a delight to meet Gil and Marlon, the two men who ran the guild. They sold weapons and protective gear, offered rewards for monster slaying, and purchased monster loot. Still having some on you, you traded them in for the cash. With a smile on your face, you decided to go into town to buy some icecream for Yuuji, Jas, and Vincent.

Penny, the town's teacher, had the kids in the museum for lessons until 2 PM, so you traveled quickly to meet them in time.

Penny was always a delight. Kind to everyone, even if they did not deserve it. She was so good with the kids as well, and dedicated much of her time to their education.

You had met Penny just a few days after moving to the town at the local flower shop in the Cidersap Forest. You had learned she was quite fond of Poppy flowers and the owner of the little place, Jin Itadori, was unbelievably generous, always interested in hearing about your farm, and always willing to give out a flower or two.

Yuuji, being the florist's son and Penny's student, became a quick friend of yours and always wanted to talk whenever you came by the shop. Of course, you never minded and listened intently whenever the boy felt like sharing a fun fact about the flora in his home.

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Time passed with the changing of the seasons and it wasn't long before fall was upon you.

Ever since entering the mines and joining the Adventures guild, you have been thinking about the quests Marlon and Gil have sent you on. Though it is dangerous, scouring the mines for the flesh of monsters, it brings you a thrill to know you are doing something good for the community.

A post had gone up on the community board in town about collecting bat wings and bringing the population down to a manageable level the other day, and in your spare time, you had been working on completing the quest.

It was late one night when you began to make your way back up to the mountains from the mine's elevator, you had quite the collection and enough time to sell it at the Guild before making your way home.

"You've been keepin' busy." Marlon greeted you as the wind pushed the door open along with your arm.

You smile at the man, unloading the backpack of your finds. "Well there's always something to do around here." you reply.

"True as the day is long...." Gil rocked back and forth in his chair, pretending to hear your conversation.

"I must say I'm glad to have you 'round. The quest board in town seems to be worked through much faster now." Marlon takes the post you handed him and the 200 bat wings, he was just about to hand you the payment when the door to the Guild swung open.

The hinges seemed to rattle with the shock of the large man's blow of it. He's huffing, yanking a balaclava up and over his face.

He has thick, pink hair and bright red eyes, he's enormous, having to duck just a bit so as not to hit his head on the door frame.

You looked at him, a bit shocked at his garish entrance. He looks so familiar, but his face is covered in tattoos. A unique style you've never seen before, certainly not in Stardew Valley

Despite being at the counter yourself, the lumbering man strides right up next to you, a crumpled piece of paper in his hand. And just then, you have a thought.

Was he doing town board requests too? He was clearly not from the village, you would have met him by now. But Marlon does not spare him much of a glace, even when a stack of bones and a collection of rings is placed on his counter.

"Those damn haunted skulls are somethin' else." The man looks at Marlon with a gaze of distaste but the Guild leader just laughs. The large man doesn't look at you once.

Despite the chill of fall present in the air, he has sweat glistening on his exposed neck, he runs a hand through his hair and you can't help but notice how handsome this man is. The only thing, who was he? And why was he monster hunting in the Valley's mines?

"You got a problem?" Shocked from your thoughts, you look up. You hadn't meant to stare but upon his antagonized question your eyes bulge a bit.

"No! No, no, sorry..." You turn away, collecting the gold Marlon left out for you, ready to turn and leave when the man behind the counter made a gesture with his hand.

He called your name, "This is Sukuna, likely haven't met em' have ya? He's real reserved and all."

So he lives here? How could that be? "Oh, it's nice to meet you!" You go to shake his hand but he just looks you up and down, effectively dissuading that desire.

"So you're the rookie taking all the board requests in town, hmm?" He looks so domineering, still, even having just met him, you can reasonably assume that's just what his face looks like.

You shuffle where you stand, "Er... maybe so, yes... I'm sorry, I didn't know that was your area..." You wave your hand to the array of loot he had seemingly just acquired. He scoffs.

Marlon looks to you, "Sukuna is our most tenured monster hunter-"

Gil interjects from his rocking chair, "If ever there's a board request this here man can't handle, I know hell's right about frozen over."

The man before them did not crack a smile. A shiver went down your spine.

"I see, well, I live on the farm behind the Cidersap Forest-"

He cuts you off, looking almost annoyed, "I know who you are."

Oh.

Okay...

"Gotcha, sorry, well... it was nice meeting you." Sukuna stares at you for a moment before turning back to the Adventurers Guild leaders.

The awkwardness of the moment was painful, you already know youll be obsessing over this first impression for the next month or so and your shaking leg is telling you it is time to escape the embaressment before this man shuts down any more small talk.

You wonder if perhaps Sukuna is upset with you for "taking his job". Or maybe he had a bad day. If he really had been hunting Haunted Skulls, he had probably been dangerously deep in the mines.

Even though his gaze had been piercing, his frown looked permanent, and his tattoos gave off a highly intimidating look. You could tell there had been no malice behind his demeanor. And that, would be a small comfort as you mulled your way through the darkness.

You spent the whole walk home thinking about the large man. You had been everywhere in Stardew Valley yet had never met him.

He must live out of town, you thought as you checked the weather for tomorrow.

Rain. That meant another day in the mines. You needed an upgrade on your equipment if you were going to continue supplying for your growing crops' demands. That meant plunging deeper into the depths of the mine.

Sleep pulled at you even still, just as your eyes fell shut the memory of the pink-haired man popped back up into your brain.

His shirt stuck nauseatingly to his toned chest, his neck glimmering in the firelight of the guild, and those eyes. The red, sharp eyes he had looked you up and down with.

"I know who you are."

It was a small town. Even if you were from the outskirts. It was a shame though... having not met the man before... he certainly seemed interesting.

You shook the man from your thoughts as your dog climbed into the bed and the two of you began to doze off.

Unknown to you, a long and unexpected day awaited you at dawn.

[gucciforasushirestaurant]

Kinktober №2 | Look At Us

summary: you think vampires are sexy, and harry cant keep his eyes off of you or his hands to himself.

or you and harry fuck in the bathroom of a halloween party.

word count: 2.6k

read time: 11 min

content warning ⚠️: nonfamous!harry, boyfriend!harry, vampire!harry (kinda), dom!harry, roleplay, costumes, D/s dynamics, mirror sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, praise kink, degradation, humiliation (if you squint), primal kink, (fake) blood kink, monster fucking (i guess?), pet names (baby, babe, little lamb, pet, honey), fingering, penetration (p in v), cream pie, unprotected sex

a/n: this one might be my favorite of the series i was going to save it for tomorrow but i cant keep sitting on this one lol. enjoy!

👻Kinktober 2024 Masterlist👻

You and Harry were known amongst your friend group for your Halloween looks. The two of you would show out with not one, but several Halloween couples costumes a year, depending on how many parties you had on your calendar. Harry contributed equally to the concepts, but he always gave you the full credit, claiming you were the creative heart of your relationship. Your first costume, for the first party of the weekend was your idea. 

A vampire, and his sexy victim. 

The idea came purely from you rediscovering your love of Twilight, and admiration of  the vampire genre as a whole. Something about it drew you in. To you it was just inherently sexy, so when it came for Halloween, you jumped at the opportunity to dress Harry up as your personal vampire boyfriend fantasy. 

You went all out, buying him hyper-realistic fangs, and giving him a dark vampire look with some makeup magic. You on the other hand had gone with a very glamorous look, complete with a vampire red lip and lashes, with a dribble of  fake flood down your neck, to your cleavage. You had even gone as far as to bejewel a corset adding a blood stained design with rhinestones, and paired it with a flowy skirt with a long slit up the side exposing your thigh. 

You looked hot as hell together, and have been getting compliments all night. And Harry couldn’t keep his eyes, or hands off of you the entire party. 

After having had enough small talk with your girlfriends, doing his best to pay attention to the conversation, nodding and smiling in the right places, he cracks. With a slight lull in the conversation, he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer into his side.

“Excuse us.” Harry smiles sharply, clearing his throat.  He takes your hand, pulling you away from the small group, slowly weaving the both of you through the crowded house. 

“Where are we going exactly?” you ask, looking up at him. 

“Just follow me.” He says escorting you through the ocean of people that crowded the small house, until he reaches a half bathroom at the back of the house. He quickly ushers you inside before closing and locking the door behind him. 

“Harry?” you ask, brows knitted together, “You okay?” 

He remains silent, placing his hands on your shoulders, turning you to face the mirror. You lean back against him as he lowers his face into your neck, planting a quick there. 

“Just needed a second away.” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist. You smile at him in the mirror, lacing your fingers in his hair at the base of his neck, for comfort. 

It’s not unusual for him to pull you away at parties. Harry sometimes gets overwhelmed being around your friends. You loved them, but they were a lot of energy sometimes, especially when it was all of them together. So, sometimes he just wanted to decompress with you, for a moment before going back into the chaos. You’d even come up with a code word for when it happens, and he needs a moment. 

But he hadn’t used it, just now. You were worried that something was actually wrong, until you began to feel him go from leaving light pecks on your neck, to sucking on the sensitive skin, pressing you up against him. It was then that you realized it wasn’t anxiety that had him all worked up and needing time away. 

It was you. 

“You look so beautiful tonight baby.” he mumbles into your neck, pressing his hips into your ass.

“Thank you.” you smile, “You look very handsome, too.” 

“I like these costumes,” he whispers, teeth nibbling your earlobe, “I really,” he kisses your jaw, “really,” and again, another kiss to your neck, “like them.” 

“Yeah?” you sigh, body suddenly heating up.

“Mmhm..” he says. His hands begin roaming up your body, from where they sat at your hips, up to your tits, cupping and groping them in his large hands. You toss your head back, eyes closed, as he brings a hand up further, wrapping it around your throat. He lightly presses down, making you look in the mirror. 

“Look at us.” he rasps, “Look how fucking good we look, baby.” 

He dips his head down into your neck, with a devilish smirk, kissing and sucking up your neck. When he allows the faux fangs to graze your neck, you let out a moan, he's quick to quiet with his hand over your mouth. 

“Shhh, shhh ....little lamb,” he smirks, playing into his vampire role, “Don’t want anyone to hear you, do we? Not while I take what’s mine.” 

You whine, biting the inside of your cheek as you shake your head. You make an attempt to turn in his arms, instead he turns your face to the side, capturing your lips with his, swallowing your little whimpers. You savor the feeling of his lips on yours, and the occasional nip from his ‘fangs’, as a hand rests on your throat while the other gropes your chest. 

Soon, too soon, he’s pulling away, turning your head forward to look at the mirror, again. He lightly tightens his grip around your throat for a moment. “Keep your eyes here,” he demands. He tilts your head to the side slightly, further exposing your neck and begins to suck, teeth and fangs grazing your skin. He brings a hand down, gripping the flesh of your hip, as he swivels his hips into your ass. You groan at the feeling of how hard he was getting for you, just from kissing you. Just from having you close. 

You did as you were told, keeping your eyes forward watching every move Harry made, and watching just how hot the two of you looked together. The fake blood dripping down your chest, Harry kissing and nibbling on your neck, marking you up, groping you. Something about it was so…primal. And it was hot as fuck. 

When Harry feels you begin to swivel your hips back into him, begging him for some friction, he finally, though much too slowly for your liking, begins to drag the flowy material of your skirt up your thighs, bunching it at your hips, revealing your bare ass.  

Harry brings a hand down to your ass, giving your right cheek a squeeze, “No panties baby?” 

“The skirt slit is too high,” you whine, moving against his hand as he grips your other cheek in his palm, gently massaging it. 

“You want to know what I think?” You moan as his hand moves to your front cupping your pussy in his large hand. “I think you did this on purpose. I think you knew what this was going to do to me.” He catches your eye in the mirror. “You knew this was going to happen. Didn’t you baby?” 

“I hoped,” you smirked, which quickly melted into a moan, as you felt Harry begin to run his fingers through your folds. 

He chuckles, eyes full of lust looking at you through the mirror. “Well, I’ll give you what you want but I have one rule.” 

“Okay.” 

“I’ll fuck you. But if  you look elsewhere, or get too loud…I stop. Got it?”

“Yes.” you gasp, as two fingers breach your folds, slowly stretching you.

“Good pet.” He coos. He slowly works his fingers in and out of you, stretching you open with his digits. He’s always been so good with his fingers, always stroking you perfectly, and always bringing you to the edge in minutes.  “That good baby?” he asks, into your neck, you nod frantically, biting your bottom lip trying your best to stay quiet. “Remember to breathe, baby. Breathe through it.” he whispers into your ear. You let out a gasp, feeling your stomach flip, as you inched closer to the edge. 

“Oh god.” you whisper, gripping onto his forearm.

“Good girl.” he praises, “Just give me one, and then I’ll give you my cock. Promise.” After a  few more strokes to your g-spot, you came in a bright white light, biting down on your lips to keep from yelling out. You lean back against Harry, as your legs begin to shake under you. He holds you close, moaning into your temple as he feels you pulse around his fingers. 

 “There you go.” Harry groans, turning your face to kiss you, allowing you to let out some moans into his mouth, “Good girl, baby.” He fucks you through it, pumping his fingers slowly,  eventually coming to a stop. He withdraws them from your pussy, turning your head back to the mirror, forcing you to look at yourselves. He brings his come covered fingers to your lips, eyes glued to yours. You whine, rolling your hips into his begging him for more. 

“Shh…Open.” he demands. 

You do as you're told, offering Harry your tongue, welcoming the weight of his fingers on your tongue. You wrap your lips around them, sucking off your juices, and moaning at the taste.

“Look at you.” Harry says proudly. You whimper around his fingers, pushing back against Harry’s hardening cock, while admiring how fucked out you looked, and how in control Harry looked. In addition to the costumes, your head was spinning.

“Look at us, baby.” he repeats, withdrawing his fingers from your mouth. “Fuck.” he growls, “Look how pretty you look all needy.” 

“Harry.” you pout, impatiently. “You promised.” You reach behind you, gripping onto the bulge that’s been pressed against your ass. He groans into your ear, body tensing around you, before pulling your hand away and holding it down by your side. 

“No. No touching.” he coos, biting your earlobe. “And stay quiet. I’m not going to warn  you again.” He growls, leaning more and more into his role. “Understood?”  You nod your head slowly, biting your lip.  

He rolls his hips into your ass roughly, reveling in watching you struggle to stay quiet. “You want me to fuck you, baby?” he teases. 

You nod your head feverishly, chest heaving. He lowers his pants just enough to free himself. He removes his hand from your neck briefly, to guide the head of his cock through your folds. You moan slightly before covering your mouth quickly with your hand. 

“Shhh….” he coos into your ear, before a moan rips through his own throat as the head of his cock, hits your clit. “You’re so wet, honey. My god.” 

He teases your entrance with his cock, eyes glued to yours, “Look at me.” he demands, hand back on your neck, as he whispers in your ear.

You let out a little whimper as you feel the head of his cock push past your entrance. No matter how long you’ve been together or how many times you’ve been in this exact position, there was always a stretch with Harry. A good stretch but a stretch nonetheless, and it always took your breath away.  

“Shhh....I'll go slow.” he whispers. “Just breathe.” 

You let out little huffs through your nose. Trying to breath through the stretch as your stomach flipped with each shallow thrust, as he slowly worked himself into you. 

When he's fully sheathed inside of you, he stays still for a moment, letting out a deep sigh as he kisses the side temple. He was just as wrapped up in the feeling of you wrapped around him, as you were at the feeling of the tip of his cock, kissing your cervix. If you weren’t in the middle of a Halloween party, you’d be more than okay staying as you were, reveling in the stretch and fullness of Harry. 

Slowly, he begins to draw his hips back before diving back into you deeply, forcing your jaw to go slack. “There you go. See, you can take it.” he praises, as he continues his achingly slow pace, “Look at you. Fuck. Look at you being a good girl for me.” he kisses the side of your face messily, “So fucking pretty.” 

He keeps his pace slow for a bit, fantasizing that you had all the time in the world. Trying to savor the feeling of your wet pussy, tightly gripping him. When he does begin to speed up, he adds a roll of his hips as well. Fucking you hard, and deep. He groaned into your neck, as he pounded into you. You watch him in the mirror, and are beyond turned on at the sight of Harry. He was so wrapped up in you, so focused on your pleasure, on making it difficult for you to stay quiet, you didn’t know how much longer you’d be able to take it. You were so sensitive, everything just felt so good. Harry sees it when he looks up at you in the mirror. How cock drunk you were, how hard you were trying to stay quiet, and it ignited something primal in him. 

“Look at you baby. See how fucked out you look, hmm?” you nod, and he smiles, “You a little cock drunk, baby?” he teases as you struggle to maintain eye contact with him in the mirror. Your eyes roll back for a moment before they are able to refocus on your reflection in the mirror.  

“I know, it’s so much isn't it.” he coos, “But you wanted it, so you can take it. And you’re going to.” He huffs. “Fuck you’re so tight baby.” He brings a hand down your front to where you two connect, fingers going straight to your clit. Harry coos at you kissing the side of your head, fingers tapping at your clit. 

You let out the tiniest whimper, and as if it were a reflex Harry's hand went from framing your neck to covering your mouth. The swift simple move only had you moaning into his hand even more. “Shh….quiet baby.” he groans into your ear.

You feel your legs grow weaker and weaker as he continues to pound into you. You lean forward, against the countertop, as Harry brings the hand on your hip, around your waist, allowing him to hold most of your weight up. He leans forward, kissing the back of your shoulder, your neck anywhere he could reach. The tenderness of his kisses mixed with the fierceness of his strokes had your head swimming, and he could feel you start to tighten around him. 

“That’s it, baby just relax. Let go baby.” 

You feel yourself tightening even more around his cock, squeezing him with a vice grip. You moan into his hand, as you feel your orgasm approaching. “There you go. Come on. I feel you right there.” he praises, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “Cum with me, honey. Come on.” 

Your hand flies down, hitting the sink, as you feel your legs completely give out, coming hard around Harry’s cock. 

“Thata girl. Fuck! Come just like that.” he encourages, kissing at your neck and face. 

He fucks you through it, only for moments later for his own orgasm to follow, painting your walls and throbbing inside of you.

He removes his hand from your mouth, but turns your face to kiss him. You moan into the sloppy kiss, trying your best to catch your breath. Harry turns you around, lifting you up to sit on the counter. He opens your thighs sliding between them wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you close. You wrap your arms around his neck, tucking yourself into his neck. 

“Wow.” you sigh. 

“You okay?” he asks softly, kissing along your hairline. You chuckle, nodding into his hold. “I wasn’t too rough?” 

You pull away, caressing his face, “No.” you smile lazily, “Not at all. What got into you?” 

“I don’t know…these costumes.” He said looking down at your tits that had been on display all night. “Something about them.” He chuckles.

“Well if it's costumes you like…I have plenty of ideas.” you giggle leaning forward kissing him. 

“I’m all ears.” Harry smirks. 

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🎃Halloween with Theo🎃

Theodore Nott x Reader headcanons

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, CHARS 18+, Halloween fluff and smut, PIV, spanking, rough sex, handcuffs, mask kink, Theo’s Halloween with you is filled with both tricks and treats

Theo who would let you sleep in on the day of Halloween but come wake you up with a pumpkin spice cappuccino, trying his best to make a pumpkin design with foam but failing and just adding orange sprinkles. “Cazzo…Sorry amore…Hope this is alright..”

Theo who definitely forgot to buy pumpkins to carve days before so after you got ready he’d take you two to a patch, pick the best pumpkins, and carve them with you.

Theo who while you’re putting on your costume is sitting behind you, appreciating every single inch of your body. Muttering things under his breath like “mio Dio...sei perfetto…”

Theo who would sit outside with you to hand out candy to the trick-or-treaters. Getting a bonfire going as you two cuddle up with a Halloween blanket. Watching the kids take the candy you set out.

Theo who would start to already think of the future as he saw the little ones. Thinking of both of you having a child. A thought he never even imagined he’d have but that changed when you came around.

Theo who every ten minutes would stand up to pick his favorite candy from the bowl and as you’d shake your head and giggle at him… he’d pretend to be shocked. “What, amore?! Just having myself a little treat.”

Theo who after trick or treating is done would help you inside, telling you to get ready for the party while he cooks up a quick dish of pasta. “I got it, Cara…Go get yourself all dolled up”

Theo who when you step out in your costume would be at a loss for words. His jaw physically dropping before he stalks toward you. “Sei la creatura più bella di questo universo…” Theo would breathe out while he pulls you close to him, his ocean eyes burning down into yours with a growing hunger.

Theo who would certainly do a matching costume with you, walking into the party proud to have you hanging on his arm. Showing off HIS woman. “You are the most gorgeous girl at this party…in this damn world.” He’d repeat throughout the party, giving you constant reassurance.

Theo who would take all the silly pictures with you, posing exactly as you wanted him to. I also see him LOVING Polaroid photos. But during the photos, he’d make sure to always have his hand somewhere on your ass. he can’t get enough of it.

Theo who would dance the night away with you, never leaving your side as you both get lost in each other during the Halloween party. This man only has eyes for you and only you.

Theo who would make sure you get home safely with him, helping you take off your heels and costume carefully. Wanting to take care of you… yet devour you.

Theo who would immediately smash his lips to yours, backing you up into the bedroom. Already feeling your arousal start to fuel within. “I have been waiting all…damn…day to destroy you, Bella.” Theo would husk through the steamy makeout.

Theo who would for sure pull out the handcuffs on Halloween, cuffing your hands behind your back before giving a few smacks to that perfect ass of yours, wanting to mark you up.

Theo who would bury his face between your cheeks, munching down on you as if you were the last meal he’d have. Making you cum on his tongue a handful of times. “…You taste sensational, amore…” He’d mutter into your warm and wet core.

Theo who would tug your head back to surprise you by wearing a Ghostface mask. A sly and seductive smirk underneath it as he’d growl out “-Surprise, Bella…” Only turning you on more. He’d for sure tease you with it just a bit but keeping you in those handcuffs you liked so much.

Theo who would fuck you senselessly. Hard and rough seemed appropriate for Halloween and the majority of the sex you two had. You’d definitely have his hand prints all over your ass by now.

Theo who would make sure to fill you up with his seed. Not letting a drop go to waste. His muffled groans and growls heard from under the mask while he finished deep inside of you.

Theo whose aftercare would consist of a hot shower together, cleaning you up with pumpkin-scented body wash. It is Halloween after all. Placing sweet kisses along your collarbone. “My beautiful beautiful girl…” Theo would whisper while grazing his hands along your tired body.

Theo who would snuggle you up in a spooky-themed towel to get you all nice and warm before helping you throw on the matching pajamas you both have.

Theo who would make stovetop popcorn, cuddling up next to you in bed as you both watch your favorite scary/Halloween movie. Knowing that this is what he always wanted for his future. Knowing every single Halloween with you would be his favorite by far…and why’s that? Because you are and always will be his favorite.

Hehehe I hope my sweet peas and smut sluts enjoyed this one as much as I did ���

If you can’t tell, Halloween is my favorite time of year and I really wanted to put something out for it since I didn’t get a chance to participate in kinktober next year thoooo

As always, requests and asks are open bbys!🌙

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Love the 0T8 story and requests... I have a request, please...

All of the members love on the omega physically, but chan really wants to be the one who breeds her first. He has this overwhelming desire to see her full with his pups. He has dreams and " gets off" to the image of her and hearing her sweet moans. One day he see omega helping han with a sprained wrist and seeing her all motherly and lightly scolding han for running in sock in the house, just makes him feral. He has reader go to their shared room and basically tried his best to ask if she would want this, without jumping her. They discuss it and she reveals to him she is due for her heat in 3 days and he rushes to his calendar and notices he is due for a rut at the same time. So they decide to do it then and we'll 3 days later and all the boys away, they go crazy and a few months later, hello plus sign!

ℍ𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪.

Warning: fluff/smut/blood

Summary: Request!

TW! Mention of Mpreg.

Only Felix and Y/n are omegas

A/N: Please note that this isn't my normal content and there is quite a graphic link in the chapter! This was quite very uncomfortable for me cause i never write smuts BUTT it was such an interesting experience and i would not mind writing smuts again if you guys are interested in it. Im just giving you guys a heads-up cause idk how i feel about like my wording and stuff.

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📍Studio

"Chan you've got to tell her, her heat is in 3 days," Changbin groaned. "Quite frankly i think all of us want to put a baby in her but you're taking too long."

"I know, i know. It's just that. I'm nervous bin," Chan replied. His hands were in his hair as he struggled to focus at the task in hand.

Producing music.

Ever since him and Felix did the show where they had to hang around a toddlers, he couldn't stop thinking about getting his Luna pregnant. He couldn't stop thinking about her walking around all swollen with a bump.

Just the thought about him and his packmate's putting so many babies in her made him go feral and he couldn't take it anymore.

"Well you better figure it out because lix's heat is after that and if you want both omegas carrying pups time isnt on your side," Changbin shrugged. "You know lixie would never allow to get pregnant before Luna-ssi."

Changbin was right. Felix would never allow to disrespect Y/N like that and the alphas would never get any of the omegas pregnant before he did.

"Don't you think i know that Changbin? Im trying okay? just give me time," He huffed before laying his head down on the table.

📍Home

“Jagi, I got all the snacks you asked me to get!” Lee Know called out as he walked through the door, hand in hand with Han.

“Coming!” Y/N responded quickly, her voice bright with excitement as she hurried down the stairs.

Lee Know smiled at the sound of her little footsteps approaching, followed by a delighted squeal.

“Hey babe!” She got on her tiptoes to give him a quick kiss, then turned to Jisung, offering him the same affection.

“We tried to get everything, but we just couldn’t find the heating pads you like, so Channie-hyung said he would bring some on the way back from work,” Lee Know explained, handing her the grocery bags so she could check everything.

“Oh my— you guys are the best! I think that’s all I need,” she said, her eyes sparkling as she rummaged through the bags.

“If you need anything else, just tell me, okay?” Lee Know said, removing his jacket and shoes as Han followed suit.

“Your heat is in three days, my love. Please don’t forget like last time, and don’t eat all the snacks!” Han whined, making his way behind her into the kitchen as she began to unpack.

“It was one time!” she fake-pouted. “Plus, I’m going to put these away. Can you help me start on dinner?” She turned to Han, who was already rolling up his sleeves.

“Yeah, sure! What should I start with?” Han replied, eager to assist. He washed his hands quickly, ready to make her life a little easier.

“Maybe start with the meat?” Y/N suggested, looking around the kitchen. “There it is— it’s quite a bit, so I’ll help once I store these away.” She handed him the package resting on the counter and moved to grab her snacks and drinks for the ‘heat’ room.

“Be careful! The knife is sharp!” she warned before turning to leave.

“I will,” Han smirked, watching her walk away. Her body moved with a sway, and he couldn’t help but groan, cursing his alpha for being so utterly in love with her.

As Y/N walked away, she caught a hint of Han’s arousal in his scent and giggled softly. She loved how her alphas were so drawn to her; it made her feel confident and beautiful, just as every omega should.

“I’ve gotten all the scented clothes I could find and some fresh sheets, baby! Where should I put them?” I.N interrupted as she made her way down the corridor towards the basement.

“I’m about to go downstairs. Can you put them down there? I’ll probably start nesting tonight,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She felt an overwhelming rush of love for him as he took care of her so well.

“Yeah, sure, anything for you,” he smiled, following her down to her heat room. Her scent grew stronger, wrapping around him like a warm embrace.

“Just place them there,” she said, pointing mindlessly to the bed before starting to stock the fridge with everything they had brought home.

Once I.N placed the clothes down, he made his way over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Her scent had become sweeter since last night, and he craved the closeness.

“You smell so good. Let Alpha take care of you,” he mumbled against her scent gland, his voice low and soothing.

“Baby, I know you want—” Suddenly, a loud yelp followed by a cry pierced the air, making both of them jump.

Y/N sprang into action, wanting to ensure everything was okay. She dashed out of the room and into the kitchen, I.N hot on her heels.

“What? What happened?” she panicked, rushing to Han’s side and examining his pained face.

“I cut my hand!” he whimpered, seeking comfort from her.

“Oh, Hannie, I told you to be careful!” she pouted, gently taking his hand to assess the cut.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s not that bad. Go to the living room. I’ll be there in a second,” she said, slowly shooing him to sit down. He frowned but obeyed her instructions, reluctantly heading to the living room.

“Innie, can you finish this up? I’ll be back in a bit,” she asked, passing him a clean knife.

“Yeah, I got it. Don’t even worry,” he replied instantly, releasing a soft scent of pheromones to calm her, sensing the tension in her scent.

Grateful for his help, Y/N grabbed the first aid kit and made her way to the living room. It was empty, meaning the boys were probably in the gaming room or the home studio, likely oblivious to what had just happened.

Rolling her eyes, she sat on Han’s lap and gently took his injured hand. “How many times do I have to tell you to be careful with the knife, Jisungie—” she began to scold him, her voice laced with concern.

“I’m home!” The pack alpha called out from the door, interrupting their moment.

“In here!” Y/N called out, continuing to scold Han as she tended to his hand.

The house smelled sweet, and Chan recognized Y/N's scent immediately. It enveloped the space, overpowering everything else. A mix of honey and vanilla, it was reminiscent of baked goods, filling him with warmth but also an undeniable hunger.

How was he going to face her? His alpha was already growling and howling, barely making it through the door. He hated her heats; they completely unraveled him. Now, on top of that, he was grappling with his own rut, and her intoxicating scent was only making it worse.

“What’s going on?” he smiled, forcing cheerfulness as he stepped into the living room and took in the sight of his two mates on the couch.

“Han cut his hand,” Y/N sighed, glancing back at the pouting boy.

“I said I’m sorry, noona,” Han whined, his voice a mixture of embarrassment and pain.

“I know, baby, but you can’t keep being clumsy like this. Just the other day, you twisted your ankle playing football with the boys,” she chastised gently.

“And chan you need to talk to him because he’s been getting hurt a lot, He wont listen to me!” she added, furrowing her eyebrows in frustration.

“Baby—” Chan groaned internally. Why was she going into ‘mommy mode’ right now? Of all times, especially in that sundress he loved. He felt utterly screwed.

“Okay, I’ll talk to him,” he sighed, instinctively covering his front with his laptop bag as he felt heat rise within him.

“Good! Now go get the boys for a snack. You guys have had a long day,” she instructed, her voice sweet and satisfied with herself, completely unaware of how turned on Chan was.

“All done, baby. You’ll feel better, I promise,” she said, placing a gentle kiss on Han’s plaster before getting up to clean up the mess. Chan stood there hesitating, his eyes wandering over her body.

This rut was going to kill him, and he felt it tightening around him like a noose.

After dinner, Y/N found herself seated on the floor, carefully trying to help Hyunjin with his brushes when Seungmin called for her running down the steps. She could see the worry etched on his face as he paced in the living room, clearly upset.

“Y/Nnie!” he called out, rushing to her side.

“Yes, my love? What is it?” She looked up at him, curiosity sparkling in her eyes.

“Can you please help me fix it? It ripped,” Seungmin pouted, sinking to his knees between her legs.

“Oh dear,” she frowned, taking in the damage. “I can fix it! Let me grab my sewing box.” With a warm smile, she gently brushed his hair away from his eyes.

“I really need to get you to a haircut,” she sighed, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before standing up.

“Fine, but not too much!” he huffed playfully.

“Deal. Just a trim, I promise.” She took the sweater from his hands, making sure not to disturb the others gathered in the living room.

As Chan watched Y/N interact with Seungmin, he felt even more confident about putting a baby any her. The way she cared for them—so nurturing and loving—made his heart race. He couldn’t help but imagine her with their future children, how gentle and warm she would be. A blush crept up his cheeks as he entertained some playful thoughts about their future.

“Can I come?” Chan’s voice cut through, curiosity evident in his tone. This might be his chance to steal Y/N away for a moment.

“Yes, of course! It’s going to be boring anyway,” she shrugged, leading the way to her room with Chan close behind. Once there, he settled onto her bed, admiring her as she worked on the sweater.

“Y/N?” he called softly.

“Hm?” She looked up, and he felt a warmth spread through him—she was so soft-spoken and gentle.

“What do you think about having kids?” he asked, not wanting to waste another moment.

She paused, a small smile forming on her lips. “Well, that’s kind of my purpose as an omega, you know? To be bred and nurture pups,” she giggled.

“So you’re open to having a pup right now?” His smile widened, heart racing at the thought.

“Yes, baby, of course I am! I’ve been waiting for a while, actually. You know I’m not getting any younger,” she said, laying the sweater aside to sit on his lap.

“Is this why you boys have been trying to sniff me every time we… well, you know?” she teased, raising an eyebrow.

When omegas get pregnant, their scent changes distinctly, and it was no secret the boys had been checking to see if she was expecting.

“Y-yeah, but we wanted to make sure you were sure since your heat is coming up soon, and I want to be the first—” he stammered, feeling a rush of excitement.

“I’m all yours, baby. You can get me pregnant,” she confirmed, and Chan felt like he was soaring. His hands wrapped around her, pulling her into a deep, lingering kiss.

“I love you,” he whispered against her lips.

“I love you too,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Trigger Warning 18+:

The next day was rough on Y/N’s body. Her cramps had begun, and all she could do was stay in the heat room, wanting to avoid triggering any of the boys’ ruts. Chan was already feeling his own rut coming on, and it would be difficult for the pack to function with two of their mates in such a state.

She had successfully built her nest, surrounded by soft blankets and pillows, and now she was nestled in the middle of the bed, wearing only a big shirt that Lee Know had given her. The fabric felt comforting against her skin, a reminder of the love and care from her mates, but it did little to quell the throbbing ache in her abdomen.

Y/N shifted slightly, trying to find a comfortable position, but the discomfort was persistent. She focused on her breathing, willing herself to relax.

In between her legs felt like it was on fire as her insides clenched around nothing. Her womb screaming to be filled by one of her alphas. Her nipples were sore under her shirt.

"Hurts..." she whimpered as she squeezed her legs together looking for some type of friction.

Slick was building up and sweat made her hair stick on her skin as her body burned, "Alpha," she cried knowing the boys could hear her through the bond. "Need you please," she whimpered in pain.

Outside the door, all the boys except Chan were trying to calm themselves down. I.N couldn't stop pacing back and forth, and it was starting to irritate everyone.

"I.N, get your shit together!" Seungmin shouted, smacking him hard across the face.

"If he doesn't go down there to breed her, I will," I.N growled, rubbing his cheek.

"He has this one chance and he's not even here," His alpha was furious with Chan, knowing that Y/N was currently suffering down there crying for one of them.

"You know, Chan said he wanted to be the first," Leeknow got up making sure to stand in front of the other alpha. He wanted to make sure I.N didn't charge towards the basement.

"I'm not letting you try to strip that honour from Chan, he's the pack leader. He gets the omega first." The tension in the room thickened as the two alphas squared off, eyes blazing, each unwilling to back down.

"I'm here," Chan stepped into the room.

"No need for all this min, you know it's just his I.N's alpha talking. Step down," Chan's voice was hoarse and he looked awful.

Leeknow scoffed before grabbing his keys. "I can't stand being in here anymore hyung. We have to leave. Just for our sake," He grabbed his duffle bag off the ground.

"We'll see you guys later, Felix call me if things get bad," Changbin was dead serious knowing how rough Chan could get when he was all alpha mode in his rut.

This was a rule in their pack. They knew how possessive they could each get over the omgas so they all just would leave the house and go down to the cabin until it was all over.

"i will, i love you guys and stay safe," Lix walked them out to the car before waving them off and coming back into the house where he found Chan almost collapsing.

His scent was now even stronger and more musky than before. He knew his alpha's rut had began. It was probably because he was now closer to Y/n. She was just a few doors down.

"Oh no, Hyung!" Felix gasped, "Did she trigger your rut already?," he said concerned. Felix quickly ran to the alpha's side to stabilize him from falling.

"I need to go down there now," Chan couldn't take it anymore, his body sweating as he took each step.

"I-if I hurt her, Lix-"

"You won't, Hyung. She trusts you. You've never hurt me before. You'll be okay," Lix kissed his lips before slowly helping him inside the room. His eyes were fully deep dark red. Fuck, game time.

There she lay. her legs spread apart. Little whimpers escaping her lips. She was shaking probably from the pain.

"i'll come check in on you guys in a bit," Felix whispered before quickly leaving the room.

"Alpha?" she looked up from her position, her eyes were glistening.

"I'm here babygirl," he was soft, trying not to jump at her. "Does it hurt hm?"

"Please, n-need you. Need pups. Need to be full. Please," she fell into his arms as her legs quivered. He let her sit right on his throbbing dick.

"You were supposed to start your heat in two days, you just couldn't wait to get pregnant hm? Needed me to breed you so fast?"

"N-no," she whispered. She looked away shy and embarrassed.

"Oh?" he furrowed his eyebrows, "In that case should I just go call-"

"No! No pack alpha always first. Need you. Wanna be a good luna. Wanna carry Alpha's babies," she cried gripping onto his shoulders.

Her nails dug into his skin as her core touched directly on his. She let out a painful groan and started to grind.

"Baby stop that," he groaned, removing her and laying her on the bed. She lets out a whine and cries in frustration.

"I'm gonna take good care of you, my sweet luna."

"Just put it in, please," she interrupted, her eyes flashed gold then blue. Her omega was fully in control.

His hand pinned her down into the bed, his head slowly nuzzling into her shoulder. Her scent fogging his mind as she let out little whimpers.

Her legs wrapped around his waist and he continued to slowly leave small kisses down the sensitive skin around her gland. She felt like slick was now pooling under her as she squirmed at the sensation.

"Gonna let me mark you up, princess?" he growled into her ear. His teeth slowly sank into her skin on the original mark that she had.

She let out a loud moan as he started to lick the bite. She felt like she was going to go feral.

He ripped her shirt apart and she squealed, his mouth landing on her nipple (A/N: Lord save me, I hate this sm).

"Ch-Channie, sensitive," she whimpered, "sensitive." Her body was on fire. Her legs wrapping tighter around him.

He looked up at her before admiring the marks on her neck. He was proud of his work of art.

In no time his pants were on the floor, her eyes landed on his raging boner. His tip pink and swollen already leaking pre-cum.

His hand then slid in between her folds as he slowly guided his dick into her entrance. She's screaming, she's squirming, and both his hands quickly pinned her waist down.

"Behave," he growled and slammed himself inside of her.

"Oh Channie, so deep. Oh my-" Chan's eyes landed on her bare tummy, his panting on top of her.

"Look at this, baby, I can see my dick in your womb," he smirked as he watched the bulge.

"Mnfhggg" she's in lala land. She can't take it anymore, it's just so deep. She cant talk.

"So full alpha," she wraps her arms around his neck.

"Gonna be walking around with a baby bump hm? Gonna grow my baby in you?" He groaned.

"Yes...Please. Yes! Gonna be a pretty mommy just for you," She was crying. Her tears soked the blanket as every thrust pulled her closer to her orgasm.

"So fertile for me baby, look at you," That was the push chan needed. He felt his dick twitch before he came deep inside her.

TW: Chan breeding Y/N link

When Y/N’s heat finally subsided, she lay in chan's bed now, her body marked with bruises—deep blue and purple prints decorating her skin like a canvas of passion. She was completely out of it, lost in the haze of post-heat exhaustion.

"I think you really did it this time, babe," Felix teased, pulling the damp sheets off the bed with a smirk. They were cleaning up the heat room since Felix's heat was soon coming and slick was really hard to get off sheets.

Chan beamed, a glow of satisfaction radiating from him. "Those were the best four days of my life," he replied, his excitement palpable.

Felix chuckled, tossing the sheets into a pile. "Do you think she’ll be able to go to work on Monday?" he asked, his voice light despite the situation.

"I doubt it, but we’ll see," Chan groaned, stretching his limbs before grabbing his phone from the bedside table. He felt the weight of fatigue settling in, but his heart was still racing from the intensity of the past few days. "I’m gonna check on her and then pass out for a few hours. Thank you for taking care of us these past few days," he said, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on Felix’s lips. Without him, Chan wasn’t sure how he would have managed to care for Y/N.

"Anytime, hyung," Felix replied, his voice warm.

Chan’s eyes twinkled with mischief. "Are you ready for your turn?" he smirked, a teasing glint in his eye. "I promise I’ll be more gentle with you."

Felix's cheeks flushed a deep crimson. "Yes, alpha, I am," he stammered, the thought of being the next omega to be bred both thrilling and embarrassing. "But I think we should get you rested up first."

"Yeah, well, I can’t wait," Chan laughed, the sound echoing with joy as he headed toward the stairs.

As Chan slipped into the room, he couldn't resist the urge to lay down beside Y/N. She was fast asleep, her breathing gentle and even. With a tender smile, he rested his hand on her lower belly, feeling the soft curve beneath his palm.

He marveled at how her abdomen had already begun to swell, a beautiful sign of their growing family. The thought sent a thrill through him, excitement bubbling up inside. Soon, they would be parents, and their pack would expand in ways they had only dreamed of.

Chan closed his eyes for a moment, allowing the reality of it all to wash over him. He imagined their little ones, the laughter and joy they would bring, the chaos and love that would fill their home.

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[ao3-rex1223]

𝕿𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕿𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖘

Pairing: Werewolf!Leon x fem!reader

Tags: Pheromones, monster fucking, knotting, breeding, mating for life, slightly dubious consent (reader is into it), pussy eating, fingering, multiple orgasms, squirting, implied impregnation.

Summary: You and your friend Micah venture with a mysterious man, Leon, in the woods to look for a werewolf, unaware that Leon is the very creature you're hunting. Leon takes a liking to you and makes sure you want to stay with him.

“C’mon, don’t tell me you're scared,” your friend Micah taunts. He looks down on you with crossed arms, his smirk daring you to acquiesce to his challenge. Your friends, all sitting in the living room of your shared house, show various expressions, ranging from annoyance to copies of Micah’s confident stare. 

“There’s no such thing as werewolves, Micah! That’s ridiculous!” you defend yourself, leaning forward in your seat and glaring at his audacity. What is he; a child?

“Where’s your Halloween spirit, wussy?” Micah fires back. “And who says there’s no such thing as werewolves? The stories about them have been around for hundreds of years. They wouldn’t be so popular if there wasn’t some truth to them,” he rationalized. “I even know a guy who can tell us all about ‘em!” Micah gestures for the door. “So, come on, fraidy cat! Let’s go!”

You roll your eyes hard, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. You gracefully rise from your spot on the couch. “Fine, I’ll go if you shut up after this. And when I prove you wrong, I’m publishing an article about it in the university paper with a giant picture of your shocked, stupid face!”

Micah smirks with an air of victory. You both hop in his pick-up, bound for the edge of the city where there’s a dense forest. As you pull off of the road and onto the mixture of dirt and grass, the car lights illuminate a man standing near the woods. He’s a tall, thickly built blonde, maybe only a couple years older than you and your roommates. He wears a dark gray T-shirt and cargo pants, leaning leisurely against a tree. He watches you and Micah curiously. The man makes you uneasy, at best. Something tells you that you shouldn’t trust him. As soon as you step out of Micah’s truck, the man’s eyes snap to you, but not in the way that one takes in the arrival of a new person…he looks at you like he’s been searching for you, waiting for you for months…years…centuries. Those eyes…those intense eyes look into your very soul. 

“Micah…I think we should leave…” you whisper, the entirety of this mystery man's existence unsettling you. 

“Don't be ridiculous,” Micah scolds, throwing your earlier insult to him right back in your face.

“Please Micah! This place is creeping me out!” Well, not the place so much as the inhabitant.

“Hey, Leon!” Micah shouts, ignoring your complaints. You watch as he casually approaches the man who finally turns his glance to Micah, with none of the reverence he gave you. He looks at Micah like it's a chore. “Micah,” the man greets noncommittally with a baritone voice, smooth as butter. His eyes return to you, like you're a precious piece of art he simply enjoys viewing. You find yourself getting a bit lost in his eyes then quickly shake your head and look away.

You hear Micah call your name. “This is Leon, our town’s foremost werewolf expert!”

A devilish smirk slowly creeps across Leon's face as he hears Micah’s words. “Oh no, I just read a lot of crap online,” he jokes, his gaze never leaving you. 

“Thanks for meeting us here,” Micah adds. He holds out his hand for Leon to shake. Leon finally turns his head to face Micah and begrudgingly returns the handshake with a forced smile. 

“I had nothing else going on,” Leon replies and turns to face you. Still addressing Micah, he asks, “Who's your gorgeous friend?”

Micah laughs as if he thought Leon was making fun of you by calling you ‘gorgeous’. Leon shoots him a quick and annoyed, almost offended, glance before approaching you. “What's your name, sweetheart?” He gently lifts your hand and kisses your knuckles.

You feel your stomach fill with butterflies and somehow, you're embarrassed to admit, your pussy begins to heat up and tingle, slick starting to trickle into your panties. With a hard swallow, you open your mouth to answer him when Micah interrupts and tells Leon your name himself. Leon narrows his eyes and glares at Micah, still holding your hand tenderly in his. He turns back to you and purrs your name. “Beautiful.”

“Hey, we gonna look for some werewolves or not?” Micah asks impatiently. His frustrated stare lingers on your and Leon’s joined hands. “I didn't bring her here so you could gawk at her!”

Leon snorts, glaring at Micah as if he’s thoroughly surprised by his audacity. We should leave, you think to yourself. Something about this guy seems dangerous…

After the tense exchange between Micah and Leon, the three of you set off into the forest, Leon having positioned himself strategically between you and Micah. While you venture forward, Leon recounts his vast knowledge about local werewolf legend. “The one here is the son of the original werewolf in this area. And he wasn’t always a beast…he was once only a man. He was cursed by witches who inhabited this area…you know, before all the Salem Witch Trial stuff.” He chuckles almost with a hint of satisfaction that so many women were killed. What’s wrong with this guy? You ask yourself. He continues, “But when you’re the son of a werewolf, you don’t have all of the power and glory when you’re born…you have to earn your stripes, so to speak,” he explains. You notice that all this time, Leon has been talking to you and barely acknowledging Micah who walks silently beside. 

“How?” you ask, surprised by your sudden question. You catch yourself feeling a little enthralled. 

He smirks, pleased by your interest. He leans in so only you can hear and whispers, “Mating.”

Your eyes widen a bit as the comment hits you way harder than you would have thought. Your heart races, your body tingles, and your cunt warms and leaks slick. What is happening to me?

Leon straightens once more and continues on, “Once a werewolf pup grows up and finds his mate, he achieves his full potential; a potent motivator to breed, if you will. As if there wasn't already enough.” His eyes bore into yours, locking your gazes together; you couldn’t look away if you wanted to…

“So where do we find this guy? I gotta meet him!” Micah chimes in enthusiastically. 

Leon snorts with a light smirk and subtle eyeroll. “No one has actually seen him…but there are a few reports every year of hikers mysteriously going missing. They say it’s the work of the beast sating his hunger for human flesh…”

Micah huffs out a proud laugh. “I knew it!”

“Like that’s proof!” you shout back at Micah in response with your nose upturned. 

Micah leans in to Leon, who still looks thoroughly annoyed by Micah’s mere presence, and whispers, “She’s a non-believer.”

“Is that so?” Leon turns to you and murmurs, “You don’t have to believe it for it to be true, sweetheart.” Another shiver runs down your spine, drawing you to him even more. 

It’s like every time he looks at you, you feel this magnetic pull towards him get stronger and stronger. Your mind starts to swirl with images of his hands all over you, touching and caressing your curves, cupping your breasts, and fingering your tight cunt. You swallow hard and hope he can’t see you blush. “If we’re lucky, we’ll come across his cabin…I’ve seen it before myself…but never the beast.”

“Have you been inside?” you ask, your eyes glued to his handsome, chiseled face.

“Sure, I have,” he confirms. He lifts his hand to trail a finger gently along your jawline. A shiver runs through you at his touch. “Would you like to?”

“Yes,” you reply as if in a trance. Leon smiles as he leans in, his lips closing the distance from yours. 

“Hey! There’s the cabin!” you hear Micah exclaim happily. The trance breaks at the sudden noise and you move away from Leon. Just then, you swear you hear a low growl coming from him…but you shake your head and chalk it up to the ambience of the forest and the background noise. 

You take a moment to compose yourself and move toward where Micah is standing. “Let's get this over with.” Your eyes find the cabin. It's simple, plain. There's no lights on, so maybe whoever lives there isn't home…or maybe they're asleep. 

“Let's go inside!” Micah starts for the cabin, his steps crunching the leaves underneath his shoes. 

You grab the hood of his sweatshirt and yank him back. “Micah! We are not breaking and entering someone's home!”

“Werewolves don't care about the law!” Micah argues. You give him a dumbfounded stare, wondering if he realizes how ridiculous he sounds. 

“Micah! This goes one of two ways! Either your stupid werewolf theory is true, and you walk into his…lair and he rips your face off! Or, the more likely explanation, it belongs to some hermit who's fed up with society, and you walk in just to get your face blown off by a double barrel shotgun!”

Leon chuckles from behind you. You turn to face him. “What's so funny?” You try to hide how affected you are by his sexy laugh.

He turns to Micah briefly. “You go ahead. There's no one in the cabin. Go poke around.”

“What!?” You reply in disbelief. 

Leon offers you a charming, reassuring smile. “Trust me,” he says, his warm eyes soothing you. Micah begins to walk towards the cabin, but you barely notice as your gaze is locked again with the mysterious man who feels more familiar by the minute. 

“Good girl,” he purrs softly. He reaches out and places his hand on your shoulder, feeling you shiver. His eyes widen just a bit and his smirk grows. “Are you cold, little one?” He gently pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. “C’mere.” His body is warm, warmer than it should be, especially since he's only wearing a T-shirt. 

He nuzzles the crown of your head, carefully taking in your scent. “You smell so good.” His embrace tightens almost imperceptibly. He groans, low and soft, almost a growl and you start to think it really was him a moment ago…

His hands rub your back and his lips begin gently brushing against your temple. He lets out a quiet moan. You feel a soft kiss graze your cheek. You don't hear your own delicate whimper; you're too focused on the rampant tingling and slick cream leaking into your panties. Fuck, no one has made you feel this way in your entire life…which may be why you're still a virgin. For now…the scandalous thought burrows its way into your consciousness. Lying with this man feels less like a strange, crazy idea and more like a necessity; an inevitably.

Leon chuckles, clearly noticing your reaction, and you can feel him smirking against your supple skin. He plants a few more kisses to your face, each one stoking your desire like a carefully woven spell. Your heart dances in your chest, aching to jump out of your throat. His lips finally find yours and with his tender kiss, your knees nearly buckle. The molding of your lips against his heats up and turns more feral; before you know it, you're pinned against a tree with his hot body covering yours and your arms firmly around his neck. The night is chilly and yet you're on fire! You lose track of the noises you're making, lost in the haze of his dizzying aura. His tongue slides into your mouth, making you gasp slightly. You can feel the beginnings of his thick cock hardening, and you can tell that if things go well tonight, he's going to split you in half! Somehow, that doesn't deter you, though. This man will swallow you whole and you'll let him with a big grin on your face. 

“Guys there's nothing in there!” You hear Micah shout from near the cabin. You hear Leon mutter ‘fuck’, then he begrudgingly releases you. Micah trots over to you two, looking disappointed. “It's just a boring, old hunter’s cabin.” He sighs heavily. “You were right,” he admits to you. “Let's head home.”

No!

You don't want to leave!

“Um, you go ahead…I'll catch a ride back with Leon…” you say. Micah quirks a brow at you. 

“What?” He asks. “You didn't even want to come out here in the first place.”

“I'm more than happy to return her home later,” Leon chimes in. 

Micah looks unsettled, distrusting. He reaches for your arm to try and lead you away. Leon steps in front of you, unwilling to let Micah take you from him. “I believe she said she wants to stay with me.” Leon's eyes, hardened and threatening, bore into Micah who backs away. He watches your expression which only supports Leon’s claim. 

“Well…okay, I guess…be careful, okay?” Micah replies before turning to head to his car. You nod, having no doubt in your mind that you're safe with Leon.

Leon turns to face you, his eyes full of hunger. “Let's get you inside where it’s warmer, yeah?” He wraps his arm around you and guides you to the cabin. 

Puzzled, you turn to him and ask, “wait…why are we…?”

He smirks and chuckles. “It's my cabin, sweetheart.” He opens the door leading you inside. It's a simple cabin, a nice soft couch, a fireplace, a full kitchen, and a hallway that you assume leads to a bedroom and bathroom. 

“Why didn't you just tell Micah that?”

“Because I wanted to be alone with you,” he reveals as nonchalantly as one might discuss the weather. He steps toward the mantle and lights the fire to warm the cabin. There's something soothing about the warmth that comes from a genuine fire. It's as though it warms your soul as well as your body.

Leon returns to you and guides you to the couch. He wraps his arm around you once more, continuing where you left off in the woods. His lips find your delicate neck and the lustful tingles begin to swirl inside you once more. 

“I still don't understand…why do you live out here in the woods by yourself?” you ask, your brain getting fuzzy as arousal starts to overtake your logical reasoning. 

Leon pauses his sensual ministrations. He smirks, chuckling somewhat maniacally. “My father built this cabin…no one wants to live in town with a monster.” He resumes his licking and sucking of your neck. His palm reaches up to cup your breast. 

You force a laugh, thinking he's just trying to be funny. “Oh yeah, I forgot, you and Micah are both into the whole werewolf thing.” A moan escapes your lips as his hand palms your plushy mound.

He pulls back to look into your eyes, his groping hand sliding back to your waist. “It's true, sweetheart. The creature you were both looking for tonight is none other than me.” His pupils seem to glow an ominous shade of gold, but you explain it away by attributing it to the glow of the fireplace. 

“Haha, very funny.”

“I'm not joking,” he replies somewhat darkly.

“Oh c'mon, Leon…werewolves aren't real.” You scoff, thinking he's just trying to scare you. 

He pulls away from you and stands. “I guess I should bring you back home then.”

“Wait what? I-I don't want to leave yet…” you sit on the couch, shocked. 

“I'm not going to mate with you if you won't even listen to me. It'd be far too traumatic for you.”

“Leon, what are you talking about? It's just sex…sure I've never done it before but…I still want to…with you…”

“It's not just sex. It's mating,” he argues, “if we do this, I get my full powers. I'll gain the ability to shift into a full werewolf whenever there's a full moon.”

“Leon, this is-”

“Crazy?” he asks sarcastically, turning to stare into your eyes. “Tell me, do you normally jump into bed with guys you just met?”

You recoil slightly from his risque question. “No, never.”

“Then why are you here with me now?” He asks, obviously trying to lead you to a particular conclusion.

His challenge stumps you. “I-” You pause, trying to rationalize why you're so eager to offer your untouched body to this man you met mere hours ago. “I don't know…”

“Pheromones, sweetheart. Werewolf pheromones,” he explains. At your curious expression he continues, “I release pheromones to attract a mate. I only needed a few hours to let them work.”

“So…I'm like…drugged into wanting you?” You start to feel tricked. 

“Not exactly. The pheromones only decrease your inhibitions, letting you pursue what you truly want. Believe me sweetheart, you want me just as much as I want you.”

His explanation makes sense and yet still sounds crazy…but how else can you explain how badly you want him even though you just met!?

“So…why can we just…you know?”

“Oh, we can…but you need to understand what's going to happen when we do.”

You stare at him, waiting for his explanation. 

“Werewolves mate for life. If we do this, you're mine. Forever. I'll breed you until it takes. I want a lot of pups from you.”

His words hit you like a blow to the head. Though you don't quite believe him, you can tell he's as serious as a heart attack. “C'mon Leon you don't really believe-”

“Hey, if you don't believe me, you can walk away now, I won't stop you,” he explains with a shrug. 

You know you should walk away; this is all crazy! Yet, you can't. There's nowhere you want to be but here. It's like some otherworldly pull keeps you from running. You stay rooted in your place on the couch, refusing to leave. 

Leon smirks and rejoins you on the couch. He kisses you possessively. “As soon as I'm inside you, I'll change. Don't let it scare you. I promise, I will never hurt you.” He nibbles on your lip and his hand resumes its uninhibited exploration. “Are you truly a virgin, little one?” he purrs. 

It's all you can do to answer through the mind numbing pleasure he's making you feel with every touch. You nod with an affirmative moan. 

“Perfect. Then our bond will be even stronger.” He smiles almost victoriously, thrilled by your admission. His hungry grin only grows as he begins removing your clothes. “Don't need these.” His lips and teeth take in every inch of your body, little by little. Each stiff peak of your breasts and each luscious curve of your waist meets his hot mouth in pleasure inducing suction and nibbling. Your mouth runs dry as you writhe beneath him, never wanting to leave his arms. 

His torturous kisses move to your inner thighs and he takes in your intoxicating scent. “Mine,” he growls, staring into your eyes as his lips descend on your dripping wet cunt. Pleasure surges through you, dowsing your nerves with delightful tingles. His tongue swirls around your clit, caressing it, mapping out each slippery centimeter of your delicious sex. He keeps his gaze locked with yours until the salivating taste of you pushes him into a frenzy. His lids close and he moans as he continues to eat you out. 

You're writhing in ecstasy, breaths hot and ragged as his masterful tongue devours you. He hikes your legs over his shoulders as your contortions become more erratic so he can hold you in place. He's not one to let his meal escape. His tongue slips inside your tight, virgin channel, coaxing even more unholy noises from your throat. He's got you, hook, line, and sinker. You're in deep and you have no desire to get out. 

“Cum for me, little mate,” he purrs. His tongue returns to your clit as he slips two fingers inside your tight hole. Panting, you let out a hungry wail, a cry of passionate euphoria. The band of hot arousal inside you snaps, your walls clamping down on the fingers inside you.

Leon continues to work you through your climax, stroking that sensitive spot in your vault. You feel a sudden rush of fluid from your oversensitive entrance, a complete shock to you. 

“That's it, my pet,” Leon growls and laps up your essence like it's from the fountain of youth. His shoulders keep your legs high and thus your body pinned as you ride out the aftershocks. When the last wave subsides, you collapse onto the couch, limp but perfectly satisfied. “We're gonna need more space for what comes next…” Leon announces cryptically. He lifts you into his arms and carries you to his bedroom. He manhandles you onto his large bed, on your stomach. He disrobes, all while staring hungrily at your naked form. He growls in approval. “So fucking perfect. My little mate. Gonna breed you now.” He crawls in bed behind you, lifts your hips into the air, and gently rubs your ass. You're gushing slick yet again in anticipation, your desire to carry his offspring as strong as his. 

“Please Leon…breed me…” you beg, your mind complete mush at this moment. 

Leon groans and grips his cock, prodding the tip against your slick heat. Your heart pounds in your chest as he presses slowly inside, the burning sensation you feel a delicious pain. He pushes further, stretching you, molding you to fit his massive girth. You let out a long, desperate moan and rock your hips back to take more of him inside you.

He grips your hips tight and slides in the rest of the way, his hips against your ass. You feel a sudden surge in heat coming from his body. He groans again, this time sounding strained as well as aroused. His growls become deeper, more gruff and you feel his length inside you shifting…changing. It grows even thicker and longer, the tip crushed against your cervix. “L-Leon…what's happening?” You turn your head, eyes blurry but perceptive enough to see none other than a massive furry beast looming over you, it's massive cock buried inside you. “Oh my God…” you whimper, breath taken away. Your first instinct is to scream, but a sudden feeling of peace and acceptance washes over you. It's Leon…your Leon. You know it is. You can see it in his eyes. 

You nod subtly, granting him permission to continue. His long, hairy claws wrap around your waist as he begins to thrust hard inside you. He leans down, growling possessively. He licks your neck then bites gently, enough to leave a mark but not enough to break skin. Your body feels so full. You drop your head down to gaze at your belly, seeing the bulge that forms each time he fills you. The sight makes you moan louder. The hot juices from your stretched sex coat his red, throbbing cock. Your eyes widen when you see a knot forming at the base of his length, fat, thick. You resume rocking your hips back against his thrusts, fucking yourself on his cock as much as he is you.

His movements become more frenzied and you know he's close. His grip on your hips tightens further, claws digging into your flesh. The knot, fully inflated, knocks on the entrance to your quivering pussy. Each time making you moan and beg for it. “Please Leon…fuck…knot me!”

With a loud, wall shaking howl, his knot breeches your cunt, locking you together. The pressure, combined with his cock stroking your g-spot, sends you spiraling again, cumming hard and screaming his name. He stills inside you, his cock buried deep, knot locked in place. You feel the hot jets of his cum filling you up, so much so it leaks around him. 

Dizzy from your shared orgasm, you fall limp on the bed, exhausted but fulfilled beyond measure. Leon lowers himself on his forearms, gently pressing his warm fur to your back. He licks your neck tenderly, soft howls filling the room. 

It's a seemingly endless night, Leon breeding you over and over and over. When the sun begins to rise and his werewolf form fades, he cradles your exhausted body in his arms, human hands coming to rest over your stomach, wishful thinking for your fertile womb. “Mine,” he purrs again.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request a Poly!plastic x reader where the reader is a hockey player at northsore and its hockey szn so every player on the team has to where a suit for a big game coming up but the plastics think reader looks so fucking hot in the suit and might pull them away for a quick make out sesh 🌝 because who would let there girlfriend walk around looking that good without doing something 🤭

Time to Shine

|| poly!plastics x genderfluid!reader

|| Warnings; public make out session, flirting, pretty Regina focused, hinted at sex, swearing, short drabble, light smut

|| Summary; when reader shows up at school after practice in a suit, they're meet with three needy girlfriends.

Requests open!

Started; october 28th

Finished; october 28th

~~~

Hockey season. You were hyped, you'd been waiting all year for this. This was your time to shine. When you came into school that afternoon wearing a suit after some practice before a big game, your girlfriends nearly lost it. They'd never seen you in a suit before and they definitely weren't complaining. Regina was the first to speak up about it when they walked over to you.

"Jesus Christ, come here." She practically purred, you swore there was more desire in her eyes than normal. Which made you smirk a little.

"What was that?" You couldn't help but tease your favourite blonde.

"Mama, you're going to come to school dressed like that and expect us not to drool? You're like- the definition of fetch right now." Gretchen couldn't take her eyes off you. You laughed a little and looked to Karen, whose eyes were wide and her mouth open.

"Sorry did you say something?" She blinked after a moment, Regina rolled her eyes.

"Don't make me repeat myself." You looked to Regina, whose eyes were now narrowed at you and you grinned. Easily moving closer to her. She grabbed you by the collar of your suit and dragged you to the closest bathroom. The other two following eagerly behind.

When you got there, Regina shoved you into a stall and down onto the toilet before straddling your lap. Her hands cupped your cheeks as she caught your lips in a desperate, needy kiss.

Gretchen and Karen followed after; the four of you cramped up in one stall. While Regina kissed you, Gretchen and Karen kept themselves occupied with each other. Lips moving in sync. Luckily the bathroom happened to be empty, so nobody could hear the soft grunts and moans they made. Regina's hands went to your suit, working to pull it away from your shoulder and leave you in the button up. She broke the kiss, biting your lower lip to get a gasp out of you. Your eyes were already clouded over with desire.

"Fuck you're so hot in red.." Regina muttered, taking in the sight of your red button up. You grinned at her and leaned back.

"I look better without it." If she was going to flirt with you, you were going to flirt right back. She matched your grin and started getting the buttons undone, kissing at your neck. Gretchen came over and leaned up against Regina's back, giving you a deep kiss while Karen kissed at Gretchen's neck. More little moans echoed off the stall. How nobody could hear you you didn't know, you were just grateful the halls seemed to be empty.

The four of you only stopped because of the bell ringing, knowing that the bathrooms get pretty filled during transition times. Regina glared towards the ceiling, she really hated that bell.

"Fuck." She muttered, she looked to you and pointed her finger on your chest," you better keep that on tonight."

"Yes, ma'am." You gave her a joking salute, which got a laugh out of Karen. Knowing you were definitely in for a night.

[rosemariiaa]

~Home is Here~

pairing: Ayanna x Reader

request: Maybe visiting Yanna on campus, period came along, cramps, dropping everything (besides class and practice) to stay with you etc etc.

a/n: this was tew cute ! happy reading lovelies 💌

themes: fluff

Enjoy!!!

You pull up to campus, excited to finally see Ayanna and spend the weekend together. She's waiting outside her dorm, arms crossed, wearing that familiar, easy grin. The second she spots you, her whole face lights up.

“Took you long enough," she teases, pulling you in for a warm hug that feels like home.

But, as luck would have it, a dull ache settles into your abdomen just as you get comfy. You try to ignore it, hoping it'll pass, but within minutes, the cramps have you wincing.

Ayanna notices right away. "You good?" Her hand finds your shoulder, her eyes narrowing as she picks up on your discomfort. You try to brush it off, giving a quick nod, but another cramp hits, and you can't quite hide it.

“Uh-huh," she says, not buying it. "Yeah, okay. Plans canceled-come on." She doesn't wait for you to argue, just steers you inside and settles you in bed like it's the most obvious solution. Her dorm's surprisingly neat (either you caught her on a good day, or she tidied up just for you), and there's a small pile of your favorite snacks stacked on her desk.

After a minute, she heads out again, saying she'll be

"right back." When she returns, she's got her arms full: heating pad, painkillers, water, and a fresh stash of snacks. She settles the heating pad against your stomach, her touch gentle as she works, then sits on the bed beside you with a little smirk.

"Alright, you're officially on bedrest. No moving until it's actually life or death, you hear me?" She teases, but there's a warmth in her eyes that makes you smile despite the cramps.

The day goes by with Ayanna popping in between classes and practice. She's back and forth, each time bringing something-an extra pillow, a new snack, or just herself to curl up beside you for a bit, her hand tracing soft circles on your back as you watch whatever movie you picked to distract yourself.

Before she heads out to her evening practice, she surprises you by showing up with her cat, freshly picked up from the vet. "Figured you could use some company while I'm gone," she says, setting the carrier down and carefully letting her sleepy little cat out. She gently settles him beside you, and he curls up contentedly, purring as he nestles into the blankets.

"Awww he's probably cuter than you," you murmur, reaching to scratch his ears. "Hey!" she retorts, but watches with a grin, clearly proud of herself.

When she finally gets back from practice that night, she finds you half-asleep with her cat still curled beside you. She slides into bed next to you, pulling the blanket over both of you. You smile, groggy but grateful, and lean over, peppering soft kisses all over her face-on her forehead, her cheeks, then a peck on her lips.

"Thank you for taking care of me," you murmur between kisses.

She grins, pretending to be unaffected, but you definitely catch her blushing a little. "Hey, no big deal, anything for the princess." she says casually, her hand rubbing slow circles on your back.

After a pause, she smirks, raising an eyebrow. "So... you gon make it up to me with some y'know, or what?"

Laughing, you shove her lightly. "You're such a horny fuck," you mutter, rolling your eyes.

She just laughs, pulling you right back into her arms.

"What can I say? Jus got a thing for you."

a/n: aww i like writing for yanna this was cuteee!!

tags: @thaatdigitaldiary @patscorner @sierrale8ne @mrsarnold @ohbueckers @riyahtheballer @wbbgetsmewetter @absolutelydreadful

[planetpedri]

Birch tree — Trent Alexander Arnold.

Pairing: Trent Alexander Arnold x Bellingham!Reader

Summary: Your brother’s best friend’s birthday was a quiet one. You were only there because none of your family could bring Jude and he’d needed a ride. When you found Trent sitting alone, watching the party, you offer to keep him company. You were pleasantly surprised to find a new found friendship blossom between the two of you.

Word count: 600+

Disclaimer/s: fluff, fluff, and more fluff ^_^ reader is Jude’s older sister!

A/N: On a Trent grind and i’m sick about it.

The soft green grass wilted beneath your feet. Every step you took, you watched the prickly grass flatter and slowly but surely bounce back. The party was lame, a bunch of guys and girls milling about, talking about nothing all too important or interesting.

Looking up, you spot Trent, the birthday boy, leaning against a birch tree. He was watching the group of people quietly, a soda in his hand that he sipped from every few minutes.

Curiously, you made your way toward him. “Why aren’t you enjoying your party?” You ask, standing a few feet away.

Trent glances up, sending you a quick smile. He recognized you as Jude’s older sister, though he’d never really talked to you before. “Eh, got bored.” He shrugs.

Nodding, you awkwardly glance around. Do you leave or… “You can sit.” The dark haired man chuckles, his hand flopping to point at the ground next him.

You swallow nervously, doing as he suggested and plopping down beside him. “Parties aren’t your thing?” You quirk an eyebrow, turning your head to face him.

Trent shakes his head. “Not really, only when i’m in the mood.” He looks at you, “and you?”

You shake your head just the same as he did. “Oh absolutely not. I only have half a brain to converse with, then i’m begging for a way out of it.” But for some reason, that wasn’t the case with your brothers friend. You didn’t mind the conversation with him, in fact, you welcomed it.

“I would’ve pegged you for the social type.” You add, “I mean, you always seemed that way when i’ve seen you.”

“You’ve watched me?” Trent grins, his smile lines showing as he watches the crowd intently.

“Don’t let that get to your head. I watch everyone.” You quip, leaning back so you were resting against the tree as well. Your shoulder brushed Trent’s, but he didn’t move away.

Silence enveloped the two of you. It was comfortable, though. Neither of you needed to talk, but you both had a silent understanding that each others presence was welcomed, talking or not.

For a solid half hour, the two of you keep each other company. Small bits of conversation happen, but for the most part it’s quiet. That all comes to an end when one of Trent’s friends beckon him over.

He slowly stands, stopping to glance down at you. “Are you going to stay here?” He quirks an eyebrow.

“Yep. Have fun!” You smile up at him, but Trent doesn’t move. You raise your eyebrows, “what?”

Trent purses his lips, “uhm, that—“ He waves his hand between you and the tree, “well, I appreciated that.”

Your lips twitch into a heart warmed smile. “Of course, i’m always down for a silent watch party.” You chuckle, tugging the sleeves of your cardigan over your hands.

“We could always do it again, whenever you want.” Trent cocks his head to the side, eyeing you curiously. “You have my number, right?”

You nod. “I’ll text you sometime. Now go, your friends look impatient.” You lean to the side, catching sight of his friends with their hands on their hips looking very much so impatient. Trent laughs and nods, giving you a small wave before he walks down the hill to greet his friends.

Smiling to yourself, you look down at your hands. You had been pleasantly surprised by how little you needed to talk to him, to feel comfortable. A small warm feeling builds in the pit of your stomach and you know you’d be taking him up on that offer sooner rather than later.

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[bloos-bloo]

Welcome to the circus but make it make SENSE

TOYBOX AU!!! ITS REAL!! >:D

What is the ToyBox AU? ToyBox is a circus AU that’s HEAVILY inspired by Digital Circus, Circus Monster, and Hypno’s lullaby! I highly suggest looking into those things if you’re not aware of them-

THIS IS YOUR WARNING BTW- THERE ARE MENTIONS OF ABUSE AND TORTURE

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The circus is held in the lands of the Old Faith every few years, it used to be a yearly event. But after the new ownership- the circus suffered greatly. There are less guests every year- it's constantly losing money, there's hardly any performers. So, how is this issue fixed?

Easy. :)

Starting off with the Ring Master! The Jester! Silly little guy! Dirty kidnapper

Emery’s the beloved Jester in the circus. She makes sure everything’s in order before the next show. She’s been doing this for a very long time, seeing many guests come in and out… but what caught her attention was a certain black cat.

She had to have him- he always smiled and laughed at her performance- she needed him.

PATHETIC WET CAT IN QUESTION-

Narinder was a regular at the circus- (regular meaning biyearly-) It was his favorite past time to do with his siblings. But- what was creepy was the way the jester would stare at him…

Narinder doesn’t remember how he was recruited, but he’s always near Emery.. why? He can’t even tell you- something about it makes it hard to think of for long periods of time

Leshy’a such a little guy in this AU!

(Emery was scared of how tall he was- so why not take that away! Seeing him small was so funny!) His hands act like his eyes, cause- nobody knows where his eyes are. Not even him- Plus the snake-like creatures are very smart, they keep him out of trouble.

It’s hard to see during routine since his only way of vision is blurry He tries to ignore the way Emery stares at him when he gets too close to Narinder... Why does Narinder look so scared anyway? Is there something going on? Where is the exit? Oh- his act is up next.

Heket was hard to deal with. She’s loud- she has muscle- and she looked like she was going to kill Emery-

It was easy to make her stand down though, just a few quick words and string! Nothing too crazy. Heket usually keeps her distance from Emery, but with her getting closer to Narinder and always sticking with Leshy. She had to protect him in some way or another and keep Shamura preoccupied…

Emery made her a greeter so she wouldn't interact with her siblings (and have the guest ignore her pleas)

Noel’s Lament looking ass-

Kallamar was the hardest to convert- still is the same. They’re always crying about something, leaving him with a ton of conflicted emotions. She’s an acrobat and silk aerialist, but with her constantly covered in needles- it makes her job a bit harder.

Emery hates Kal- for some reason, they never share a conversation or a moment alone. She’s always avoided him- was he aware…? He must be. He cries about his old life every night...

Emery did have to pin his ears back after he overheard a lot of stuff though…

LITTLE BABYYYY- WAHHHH-

Shamura’s mind is very much broken in this AU- except it was Emery fault. They knew too much! She had to!

..Right?

Anyways- Shamura is very aware of what’s going on. They can see through Emery just a bit- but it’s hard to do anything when she takes their key, or even beat them. The cracks on their face represent each beating- Emery hates Shamura, but they can’t do anything about them besides make it harder for them to live around the grounds-

ANYWAYS- a very basic rundown of ToyBox! :D I have a few other doodles planned for this AU- and I’m so excited to actually write it- YIPPEEEE. There's nothing sinister going on here!! :D Happy fun time little AU!!

[phoenixblaze1412]

Can you make dottore find a test subject reader and do crazy experiments on her by using I love you excuse

Thank you

I did my best with this one, I hope you like it anon!

You knew he was different, you knew he was crazy, everyone tried to warn you, tried to pull you away from him.

But the way he treated you, so gentle and so loving, it made you want to stay.

Him whispering sweet words into your ears easily makes your heart melt, you didn't even notice how he stuck a needle into your arm to draw your blood.

You would always wonder why he keeps injecting you with different liquids.

But all your worries are gone the moment he would say it's all for your safety, all for your health. He made it clear that what he's doing what for the both of your benefits. He didn't say how it benefitted him though, he was quick to give you a kiss to your cheek whenever you ask such a question.

You're always seen strapped down on a chair, the chains tied to your wrists and ankles were there to keep you in place.

Sometimes you would receive visits from the eleventh harbinger. He would always ask why you choose to stay, giving you an opportunity that he will set you free and help you run away from the doctor.

You refuse. Why should you leave? You love the doctor, he has your heart.

On a table not too far away where a jar was placed, there inside was your still beating heart. The doctor said he would take care of your heart. So you let him have it. To show how much you love him

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You awoke to the feeling of a gloved hand caressing your cheek. Letting out a soft sigh, you glanced up to see the masked face of the doctor smiling down at you.

"It is glad to see you awake, my dear. I'm just about almost done with our experiment."

You slowly nodded in response, feeling him grab hold of your chin and tilting your head up to look at him.

"How fascinating.. even at this state, your eyes still have a shine in them. They'll be mine soon."

His laughter echoed across the room as he let go of you, walking off to grab a syringe filled with light blue liquid.

"Will I finally be cured? To be able to walk around once more and spend the rest of my life with you?"

You kept your gaze at him, wondering what his answer will be to your question. Hoping you're finally up to his standards to be with him for eternity. Your limbs weakly moving in your chair to get into a more comfortable position, causing the chair to let out an eery creak.

"Yes. After this, you will be mine forever. Just like how you wanted."

You smiled weakly, happy to hear his answer as you leaned back into the chair. Glancing back down to yourself to see your chest cavity wide open, your ribcage teared open with wires stuck inside your own body. You frowned, trying to remember when did you end up in such a state. You moved your gaze to your limbs, noticing almost half of your fingers are missing. Cleanly sliced off to be exact. Your lower legs were also amputated, no longer allowing you to run or walk away from this madness. But the doctor said it had to be done due to the 'sickness' infecting your legs and making you paralyzed.

'Who would need their legs to walk when they cannot walk to begin with?' Is what the doctor told you.

"Come now, pet. Just one more shot and you're mine."

The doctor stood beside you, lifting up your sleeve and injecting you with the liquid contents in the syringe. You slowly turned your head to face him, giving him a small happy smile. Letting out a hum as you felt his hand rub your head, the gesture slowly lulling you to sleep.

"Doctor.. I love you."

"As do I, my dear."

The last thing you remembered before you fell unconscious was the feeling of his lips pressing against your lips along with his laughter echoing in his laboratory.

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"How is your patient, comrade? I hope they are doing well under your care?"

The eleventh harbinger tilted his head and giving his colleague a smile. The doctor returned the smile with his signature grin.

"Ah, yes. They are with me now. Just as we promised together, they will be with me for eternity. Would you like to see them?"

The doctor held out his gloved hand towards the harbinger and opening his palm to reveal you. Tartaglia felt his breath hitch as he stared at what remained of you; your eyeball.

"I always like looking at their eyes, how they shine under the light. And they're finally mine."

[vinjinssunglasses]

Helloooo, i saw the req box is open so here i am!! Can i req for a nsfw goo please? The one that included versatile/switch!goo and nipple play (on him) 😳👉🏻👈🏻 hehe thank uuuu <333 i love ur writings💕💕

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character; kim junggoo

summary; Gun and Goo have been hiding something from you, yet it all gets pushed to back of your mind when he’s grinding against you. Why have they been hiding Gitae from you? It’s all a blur.

tags;, female + male masturbation, nipple play ( clamps + vibrator), edging, slight orgasm denial

w/c; 3.8k

a/n tysm for req!! I swear I’ll write something cute after this. HELSO ILY TYSM ilovesubgoosoimightve

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Inside this fancy penthouse, you let yourself sink into the sheets of the king-sized mattress. Junggoo lays there next to you, letting himself snooze for what he promised as another 10 minutes. Of course, he’s lying again. Your hand rests upon his cheek, your thumb gently rubbing against the soft skin, adoring his sleeping face. The room was bathed in the soft light peeking in from the half closed curtains. It was quiet, besides your steady breathes and the sounds of the bustling city below at 9am. There was nothing but the two of you, bodies subconsciously drawn together, finding comfort in each others arms.

Junggoo… Dating him felt like mood swings. The giggle and joy you get from his unserious side, cracking jokes at the worst of times. Although a dark turn takes place when he becomes serious, silent and brooding. Sliding his katana out of his sheath, the tension palpitating at the sift in mood, from one of comedy to horror. Sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder how you got here, waking up with a maniac right beside you. Was it fate when you first met?

Sitting up, you stretched and groaned as you dragged your feet to the kitchen. What should I cook..? Eggs and bacon is fine. It was all you had in the fridge anyway, **this was a throwaway apartment after all. In the kitchen, the smell of coffee and the sizzling eggs mingled with the scent of Goo from your skin. You stretched out your sore back and rubbed your tired eyes again, but nothing seemed to shake off that lingering sleepiness.

Dishing it all into two plates, you took them into the living room to where Goo lazed himself upon… Goo lazed himself upon?

“Here—“ You paused. “Weren’t you just sleeping?”

“I promised I’d be awake in 10 minutes, didn’t I?” Goo yawned, taking the plates away from you.

“..I was in the kitchen for 30 minutes?” You sat down leaning against your favourite cushion, while Goo only smirked.

Another hour passes, and you’re curled up together, watching a show he picked after arguing. Goo seemed to also find it boring, yet he didn’t want to switch to what you picked as he promised it would be interesting. As you leaned in closer, your legs brushed, the heat between you almost impossible to ignore. He kept stealing glances, lips playing into a grin each time.

“Hey, where’s Gun?” you hadn’t seen him in ages, it wasn’t worrying, but you were just curious.

“He’s out right now,” Goo smirked, as if he had an idea. Turning down the volume, his voice became low, just above a whisper.

“You know what that means…?” His hands rested upon your thigh, teasingly moving upwards..

“What if Gun comes back, huh?” But you loved that idea. It had been so damn long since you’ve had a taste of him — too many nights where he’d tease only to be interrupted. And now, with Gun Gone, the spark between you were ready to be united.

“We’ll be quick, I promise~” Goo smiled, your legs straddling him, eagerly grinding.

Your hands find their way into his shirt, while his finger gently traces down your spine; his hand shamelessly slipping into your pants. Goo‘s warm lips run down your jaw, nestling his face in your neck while he plants kisses and hickeys all over. You part your lips from just a moment, gazing into his lust-hungry eyes that can never get enough. All before he pulls you back in for more.

Neither of you heard the door unlocking, nor the keys jiggling as someone entered. The both of you were too distracted by the panting and the rushing to take clothes off. It wasn’t until his silhouette loomed in the hallway, arms crossed like a scolding parent, and his voice that the heat between you chilled. You froze, breath hitching and eyes widening as his footsteps echoed. Goo’s hands dropped immediately with an exasperated groan.

“Seriously, now?”

Gun sighed deeply, voice sharp, underlined by a twitching smirk that hinted he wasn’t surprised in the least. “In the living room? What are you, animals?”

You scrambled to grab your shirt, cheeks flushed, while Goo slumped back with a sigh.

“Can’t we have one moment?” He muttered, throwing a frustrated glance his way while lazily throwing on his own clothes. The two of you thought this was finally your time. Until Gun walked in.

“It’s time to go, Junggoo. I was sent here to pick you up.” Gun crosses his arms.

“Duty calls, babe.” He playfully kisses your cheek, shoving on a jacket and shoes. “I’ll make it up to ya~”

He waves, shutting the door behind him. Damn it. It wasn’t enough. You simply needed the heat and his wait of his body over yours, possessively holding onto your body, all while whispering sweet nothings into your ears. Or those sweet times you tied him to a chair, edging him while he could barely choke out a word; his cock twitching for a much needed release.

Slumped on the sofa, this time only accompanied by your deteriorating sanity, the ache between your legs a cruel reminder of what you couldn’t have. It wasn't just the physical need — it was the longing for his touch, the way he made you feel like the only person in the world when his eyes were on you.

It was as if your hand were possessed — fingers ghosting down your body, breath hitching as a warm sensation spread throughout you, desperate for the release of the tension building inside. Using two fingers to spread your folds apart, your finger submerged itself in your own juices. It pained you how much you wanted — no, needed — him next to you right now. Teasing you on how horny he made you, hitting all your favourite spots as sultry moans escaped your throat.

You panted, lips parting as to moan his damned name, while you felt your fingers cramping. If only he were there, to rub your g-spot exactly how you licked it, kissing and licking up on your clit. However, now you only had your fingers to circle your throbbing nub, and it was nowhere near enough. It’ll never compare to how he makes you tremble from the pleasure.

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That same night, they were back late, once again. This time, you head the door open, and the familiar fussing of Goo complaining and Gun’s nonchalance.

“We’re back.” Gun’s voice were tired, without warmth from the lack of energy, hanging his jacket up and locking the door.

“If I hear Gun complain one more time, im going to jump out the car!” Goo groaned, seeming unfazed, kicking off his shoes.

“Would save me the trouble of having to deal with you.” Jonggun deadpanned, rolling his eyes.

“I just finished cooking.” You smirked, watching the familiar fuss between them two of them. Always arguing as if they’re kids. “Try not to kill each other.”

“Finally!” As soon as he heard that, he practically flew to the dining table. “Smells great, babe!”

The both of them blabber amongst themselves as you place each plate before them. Junggoo slumped in his chair, picking up his fork with the enthusiasm of a lottery winner. “I’m starved. I could kiss you right now.” He smirked, the challenge in his voice unmistakeable.

You leaned in, lips barely brushing when Gun’s voice cut through, sharp and distasteful.

“Don’t even think about it.” Gun winced and kicked his leg under the table, eyebrows curling in disgust, while the pain turned Goo’s smirk into a grimace. The evening went on, laughing and chatting as usual.

“Right..” You started, drawing their attention back onto you. “So, what happened while you were out?”

Junggoo’s fork slipped from his fingers, clattering onto the table. The lively atmosphere suddenly became quiet and uptight, one that you disliked. His eyes flicked to Gun, lingering there, who could only dart from Goo’s to your expression. His fingers drummed one against the table before stilling, the silence dragging on enough to make your pulse quicken.

“Well..?” You pressed, voice steady. yet neither of them wanted to speak, as if what happened were a secret between the two of them. You hated secrets. After knowing each other for years, could we all not trust the other enough? Underneath your voice lay the worst possibilities you could imagine.

Finally, Junggoo cleared his throat, shaking it off with a laugh. “It’s nothing you need to worry about. It was the same as always.” That glance he shot Gun says otherwise.

“Okay..” Even after taking that as an answer, you hated that feeling — the feeling that they were keeping something from you. The world will keep spinning whether you knew or not, yet it still gnawed at you.

A thick silence settled in the air, apart from the scratching of forks against plates and the heavy rise and falls of breaths. What could either of them possibly say to break the tension?

“Tomorrow.” Junggoo’s voice cut through the quiet, eager to start a conversation in the midst of this sudden awkwardness. “We’re going to meet a friend of mine.”

“Another of your secret friends?” You asked, but haven’t you met them all?

“Well, it’s more like a friend of a friend. Kim Gitae.” Goo immediately shut his mouth after foolishly muttering that name. That name, it clung to your mind, all so familiar yet you had no clue. Kim Gitae..

That Kim Gitae. The Gitae who ruthlessly murdered Gapryong Kim, legend of the first generation, and fled back to Mexico. All of the rumours that spread were nasty — detailing vivid scenes of his unmerciful crimes. A drug dealer who resides in Mexico, occasionally flying back to Korea to stir up more trouble.

Suddenly loosing all the appetite you had left, your fork hovered in the air.

“Kim Gitae..” Those words hung in the air. “Why the hell are you meeting him?”

Your tone wasn’t masked, and you didn’t care. Disapproval rolled off your tongue in the worst way imaginable, heavy enough to make the room feel suffocating. Junggoo shifted in his seat, clearly noticing your change in demeanour.

“There’s no need to worry, it’ll all be fine!” Goo tried to undermine the situation, yet your attitude remained the same “Look, uh —, Gun wont be tagging along, he’s busy.”

“Doing—“ You let out a sigh. “Nevermind” It wasn’t worth the hassle, you knew that more than likely they would lie.

That next morning, you were awoken by the loud ringing of the alarm clock. On the other hand, Goo slept quietly in your arms, taking slow breaths that tickled your skin. Your hand rests upon his cheek, moving towards his golden, smooth strands.

“Goo, Its time to wake up,” You placed a kiss upon his cheek, softly whispering against his ear. “Goo?”

Nudging him this time, you called his name out again to no avail. “You told me to wake you up early, you idiot..”

Despite your efforts he’s still unconsciously tossing and turning. What was the point of waking him up in the first place? Gitae’s arriving at 5pm, not 5am. Is that why he set his alarm for 5am…? Either way, you weren’t exactly keen on having dinner with him. Out of all people, it had to be him.

4pm eventually came around, and you were in Goo’s special sports car. His hand rests upon your thigh, gently stirring the steering wheel while playing your favourite songs on repeat.

“I’m not happy about this, you know.” Fingers tapping against the armrest, you face away from him, letting the cool breeze glide across your face. Seriously, how much has he been hiding from you?

“Babe, it’ll all be fine. I promise you.”

“Yeah, but don’t you know what he’s done?!” The car suddenly came to a halt. Your heart skipped a beat, and you turned to look at Goo who was now staring at you.

“The lights suddenly changed. My bad.” That stern voice. As if he’s giving you a warning to be quiet. Swallowing your pride, your breath became heavier, and you felt as if time were frozen.

For the rest of the ride, you didnt dare let a word pass your lips. Occasionally, your eyes would linger towards Junggoo’s, whose face remained unfazed. To Goo, it was all a blur. First, why did you know that about Gitae in the first place? Neither him nor Gun have ever mentioned his name to you prior, and what relevance does that name have to you? Therefore it must’ve been done by someone on purpose. Who? Counting through all the people he’s introduced to you, he doubts any of them were close enough to mention a man like that.

“Junggoo?” You called, alarmed, and he swerved the car out of the way of another vehicle. Zoning out on the road like that is dangerous, he knew that; yet the thought still lingers in the back of his mind. He lets out a hum as a response.

“Look, maybe I was a little out of line. I’m just.. worried about you.”

“It’s fine, it’s also mine. I know I shouldn’t have acted like that.” He hand rubs your thigh, softly smiling when you place your hand atop his. By this time, he were reversing into a parking spot.

Suspiciously, Goo had this smirk playing across his lips, yet you could only anticipate for what he was about to do. You couldn’t take your eyes off him for even a second. He paused for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons of his next move, then turns to you, hands curling around yours in a possessive grip.

“You know what you could do to make it up, huh?” His voice low, teasing, sending a thrill throughout you. Goo unbuckled his seatbelt, positioning himself between your legs as he began to undo his blouse.

“Now?” This time, there was nobody to interrupt you, but in the car is a questionable choice. What’s more concerning is the possibility someone might hear the two of you.

“The windows are one-way. They can’t see in.” He reassures, lips ghosting over your neck sending shivers down your spine. You could feel the heat radiating against his ebody as he lightly rubbed his growing erection against you breathe warm against your neck.

“It’s a small space so…” The words hang in the air, and deep down, you know you crave to hear his sultry moans in your ear, to feel the raw desire between you.

“No more excuses.” Goo held your hands and pressed them against his hips, trailing them to his ass. When he’s acting so sexy like this, you don’t want to refuse. Damn it.

Your hands wander from his chest towards his v-line and you slowly unbutton his jeans, slipping your fingers down towards his cock that leaked with pre-cum. Goo lowered his head through hooded lids at the sight of you teasing his sensitive, pink tip, taking deep breathes as your finger encircled it.

Junggoo couldn’t help but buckle his hips toward your hand, body pleading for you to wrap your hands around it. When you gently stroked from the tip, down to the base, a wave of pleasure shot through him. Under his breath, he only quietly whimpered for more, ashamed of his voice leaking. And you knew exactly how to make him scream.

Your hands trailed towards his now erect nipples, teasing the area around. They only slightly brushed against the soft pink areolas, yet his breath hitched at the feathery contact. Gently squeezing his chest, you peppered kisses, deliberately missing everywhere he craved your attention for. Junggoo whined, resting upon your neck, and he could only bite his lip.

They twitched, aching for your touch. You smirked watching as he finally started begging.

“Just touch my nipples already, ugh, I can’t carry on, I..” He whined, while you drop your hands.

“If you really want it, then beg for it.” Beg? No, a great swordsman like him can’t fall to the need for his nipples to be teased. Then again, the tension building inside could only be calmed by you.

“Please, please, I- I need you. Touch me, please,” Junggoo sobbed breathlessly, and you obliged, gently pinching and twisting the tips. You took your time, rolling his bills between your fingers, watching his breath hitch at every slow twist and tug. It seemed as if the pleasure pushed the thoughts back, not caring at all anymore, letting his body bask in the pleasure.

“More..” He whimpered, grinding against you once more as his cock was left lonely. It twitched furiously, yearning for your hand for stroke it once more. Your fingers travelled down his stomach to clasp around his dick, softly stroking up and down. Junggoo let out a sigh, smiling as he tilted his head back.

Your lips wrapped around his nipple, warm and soft, swirling over it in slow, tantalising motions that made him go crazy. A desperate moan escaped his lips, rough and trembling, gripping onto your hair.

“Where’s the toys?” You whisper brushed over his skin, a command more than a question, as your hands settled possessively at his hips.

“G..Glovebox. The glovebox..” Goo stammered, voice already laced with anticipation. With a sly smile, he twisted around and opened it, pulling out his favourite toys: a set of nipple clamps and a small, egg vibrator.

You started with the clamps, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly as you placed them over his already sensitive nipples, watching as they tightened around them. He let out a quick, surprised gasp, as if the pleasure hit harder than expected. The initial pinch was sharp, a sting that instantly transformed into a throbbing warmth that let pain and thrill mix together. Each little tug and tease made the delightful pain ache more, making his whole body shiver in delight.

Then came the egg vibrator.. Three modes - light, medium and high. Oh, you knew exactly what to do.

You trailed down slowly, hovering over his lost sensitive places, watching the anticipation build. On the lightest setting, it trailed slow, teasing circles around the swollen length, barely grazing it, yet enough to make him gasp. His hands gripped upon your hair for any sort of remorse, voice trembling.

“Please, I’m getting close…” Goo mumbled, body trembling against yours. With a wicked smile, you turned the setting up to medium, pressing it directly against it, sending a low, steady pace that made his thighs tense; his whole body jerking at the touch. You could feel him suppressing his voice, worried if someone might hear. However the thought of him being too loud only turned him on more.

“Not yet.” As you released the clamps, a sharp gasp escaped his lips, his chest rising as blood rushed back, bringing a wave of heightened sensitivity. The sudden released left the fragile skin tingling with a hint of relief and a lingering ache. His nipples pulsed open air, each brush making his body shudder with a newlyfound sensitivity.

“Please..! I need to..!” Goo pleaded, gritting his teeth. Your lips closed around his nipples, and he instinctively arched his back, a wave of ecstasy surging through him. As you lightly sucked, his breath hitched, clenching his fists, unable to handle the sweet sensation pulsing through him.

Suddenly, you stopped, leaving him breathless, stranded on the edge. Goo panted, looking down upon you with a confused look. He still wanted more.

“Why’d you stop? I’m so close..” He muttered, disappointed, grinding upon you for any sort of friction. Goo leaned back, twisting and pulling his nipples, whining. The sight was captivating, watching as he took over where you left off. His chest rose with every shaky breath, hands moving with an urgency that mirrored his desperation. A slow, needy gasp escaped his lips, full of a dangerous mix of frustration and pleasure.

You couldn’t take it anymore — his eyes meeting yours, silently communicating for you to replace his shaky hands, daring you to watch as he chased the satisfaction you so selfishly denied.

Junggoo groaned as you took his twitching dick into your hands, stroking rapidly. Each stroke was swift, rough, as if a punishment for being such a slut. The sounds of slick friction and shallow breathes filled the air, driving him closer to his long awaited finish line. His eyes met yours, his whole body at your mercy, submitting to the pace you set.

“Shit, ugh..! I’m going to, cum.. I’m cumming..!” He stammered, body tensing as he finally gave in, loosing himself completely. A guttural moan escaped his lips as his jaw became loose, his grip tightening around your hair. Junggoo’s body jerked with each wave of pleasure drowning him, leaving him breathless and spent, completely at your mercy.

“Pass me a tissue.” You let out a small chuckle, watching the cum dripping from your fingers.

The sound of the airport bustling was a familiar one, people dragging their suitcase along escalators and distant chatter. You turn your gaze to Goo, who seems as if he’s found our Gitae.

“He’s there, let’s go.” He took your hand dragging you towards a slumping figure. As you looked closer, you took in his unique appearance — a sleek, raven hair, with deep eyes that seemed to pierce through you. He straightened, gaze zeroing in Goo, instantly recognising him.

“Junggoo, he told me?” Gitae’s voice was low and smooth, his cruel eyes sizing him with a hint of cold amusement. He loomed over Goo’s shorter frame, the same ruthless stare he used for his victims.

“That’s right. Nice to meet you, Gitae.” Goo extended his hand with a calculated politeness, however the tension between the two were palpable. The air felt thick and heavy with unspoken intent as their eyes locked — a silent test of wills, perhaps? A smirk played across the taller man’s lips as he asked to lead the way, gaze lingering for a second too long. It makes you wonder what’s happened behind the scenes. Why wouldn’t he tell you?

You sighed as you took a seat as passenger, reminding you of the pornographic scene played here not long ago. A suden chuckle came from behind you, and you turned to face him, curious.

“It smells of sex in here. Did you two just finish a session?” He leaned back in his seat, watching how the two of you instantly avoided eye contact, unable to even look in the others direction.

[samwinchesterswifu]

Freak Show (Dean Winchester x Reader Angst/Smut)

Loosely based off of 1x6

Song Inspo: "Mary" by Death Riders

Warnings: almost monster fucking. NOT PROOF READ SORRY.

MINORS DNI

A/N: AHHH i lowkey hate this one, but its been a WHILE since i wrote so I need to re-learn, again. Pls tell me if you enjoy <3

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: They're hunting what believes to be their first skinwalker. Unaware that the Dean shes been in love with was actually an imposter, she final gets her Dean to open up.

She paced around anxiously in the motel room. She was far away from the crime scene that the police wouldn’t know her whereabouts but she was still worried for the man she cared for. As she continued to paced, she heard the door to the motel room unlock. Grabbing her gun just in case she stopped. The door opened to a limping and battered Dean. Gasping she drops the gun and runs to his aid pulling him inside.

“What happened? Where’s Sammy?” She asked, pushing him onto the bed.

“We got it. Sams cleaning up.” Dean grunted.

She turns to grab the medical kit on the make shift kitchen table. But she’s stopped dead in her tracks as Dean roughly wraps his hand around her wrist.

“Dean?” She asks in confusion.

He shakes his head in response and stands to meet her. At his height, he towered over her. This was a major factor in her attraction to him.

Dean’s eyes connect with hers. Almost like a predator locking eyes with its prey. She gulps in anticipation. Without a second thought, Dean pulls her into him. Slamming his lips down on to hers. She moans at the contact. Having dreamt of this moment from day one. His hands are feverish as they roamed over her sides. Gripping and pulling at her clothes. She grips tightly onto his shoulders and moans into the passionate make out session they held. Dean breaks away from her lips and lowers his head to her neck. Peppering kisses all over the real estate before going lower to the dip of her neck where he began to bite and suck. Hitting her sensitive spot which pulls her to mewl.

Dean swiftly pulls over the black tank top she wore. Leaving her in the laced black bra that she always wore. Dean whistled at the sight in front of him, making her blush under his gaze. In a quick jester, Dean grips on tightly to the center of her bra. Almost as if he’s going to rip the bra right from her chest. However, just as his hand clutches around the broach of the bra, he hisses. Pulling his hand back in pain. The confusion sets in on her face before finally making the connection. Reaching behind her to pull the silver knife from her back, the door to the motel room is kicked open.

Dean and Sam stand in the door way, and Dean already has his gun aimed.

“Seriously dude?” Dean asks towards the imposter Dean.

“Oh my god..” She whispers stepping back. Completely embarrassed by the fact she allowed a monster take complete advantage of her.

The monster takes a step towards the brothers when Dean fires the shots. The monster flies back against the motel bed. She turns to face both the brothers in complete shock. Sam coughs and comes around Dean to grab her duffle bag and picks up her discarded shirt from the floor. He tosses it to her, and her and Dean, the real Dean, lock eyes with each other for a brief moment before she breaks connection to pull her shirt over her head. Sam grabs his flannel from the kitchen chair and tosses it to her.

Sam exits the room. She prepares to follow him when Dean grabs a hold of her arm. Almost like a repeat of the similar events from just before. They lock eyes again. Deans swimming with so much emotion that she can’t even make out what he was trying to say.

“C’mon guys,” Sam shouts from the Impala.

Dean gulps, dropping her arm. Allowing her to exit with him following closely.

She hops into the back seat of the Impala. Pulling Sam’s flannel around her body to try to bring herself comfort in some form. She had gotten so close to a fantasy. Only for it to be ripped away.

She yawns silently as she comes to understand her surroundings. They had to be hours away from the hunt they just completed, but the sky still remained under darkness. Checking her watch, it was around 3:45 in the morning. Dean and Sam seemed to be in a hushed conversation when Sam takes a peak back to her. Signaling something to Dean to which then Dean halts whatever conversation she seemed to have interrupted. After a few minutes of silence, Dean pulls into a motel that had come on route.

Sam climbs out the Impala and heads towards the office. After a few minutes, Sam comes around to Deans side, tossing him a room key before Sam heads off towards his.

“C’mon,” Dean pipes up. Dean reaches behind him to grab his bag from behind his seat. She sighs, grabbing hers from under the passenger.

Climbing out of the vehicle, she follows Dean towards the opposite end of where Sam disappeared to. Confused, she enters the room and closes the door behind her. Dean had tossed his bag on floor and she followed his actions. Dean had his back turned to her. Even from the thick jacket that he wore, she could see him flexing his back muscles.

Walking up to him, she takes a deep breath and places her hand on his shoulder. He instantly tensed up under her touch. Her hand drops however when Dean turns to face her.

“Y/N.” Dean whispers. His face relaxing and his vibrant green eyes shining in a way she hasn’t seen before.

“Dean,” She responded.  Her hand coming up to caress his cheek. Upon contact, Deans eyes flutter shut as he leans into her.

“It’s okay,” She whispers. His eyes shoot back open to meet her gaze.

She watches his gaze closely. His eyes flickered between her own and her lips. As if he was battling an inner battle. Reaching up, she cups both hands around his neck, pulling him into her. His lips hover above her own.

“I want you,” Dean breaths out.

“You have me.” She responds.

With that confirmation, Dean slams his lips down on a fierce attack. Both moaning at the contact. Pushing her hips Dean walks her over the bed. The moment her knees hit the bedframe…

She groans as sun light pierces through the curtains and casts over her eyes. Stirring, she feels Deans heavy arm over her waist. Smiling to herself as last night’s memories play through her head. Her stirring must of woken Dean because he places sweet kisses over her shoulder before reaching up to her cheek.

“Good morning,” Dean says with a gruff voice. Her insides melting at it.

“Morning,” she responds with a grin.

Completely content with how life seems to always work out.

[purplesuitcowboy]

a quick little story for halloween. edits will be made later, i know that they’re there. use lube and don’t take this story super seriously because it’s just porn.

tw: incest

Zaria shimmied her hips back and forth as she tugged the body suit up her thighs and over her ass. She took a deep breath sucking in her stomach so she could pull up the zip. She grunted stretching her arms behind her as she tried to tug the zipper up between her shoulder blades. Fuck. She just couldn’t quite get it up. She released the zip and felt it slowly inch back down her spine, unzipping itself. She was never going to borrow clothes from Abigail again. She had known that it was going to be a little small but Abigail had sworn that it wouldn’t matter, that the fabric was stretchy enough to make up the difference. Looking at herself in the mirror, Zaria was not confident that this was the case. She popped her head out of her room and yelled down the hall to her father.

“Daddy! Can you come help me?”

She waited a moment, listening for the tale tell sign of his footsteps. Confident that he was on his way to help, she returned to her bedroom, wandering around it while she dealt with other aspects of her costume. The ears were easy. The headband that they sat on was a little flimsy but with some extra bobby pins, she felt confident that they were on firmly. Next, she pulled on her tights, clipping them to the bottom of the bodysuit so they wouldn’t fall during the evening.

“What’s up baby? What do you need me to do?”

She turned her head from her task to her father, who stood in the doorway of her room. She stood up straight and turned around so he could see the unzipped body suit.

“Can you zip me, please?”

He walked up behind her and reached down to grab her costume. She shuddered when his warm fingers brushed against her bare skin.

“Where are you going in this get up?” He asked her.

She didn’t know because she couldn’t see his face but his eyes were firmly locked on her fat ass. Just looking at her was making his cock hard. The body suit was cut high in the thigh showing off a fair amount of ass cheek. With the cut and material, he doubted that she could even wear underwear with such a get up. All he would have to do is move the gusset of her bodysuit and her little pussy would be right there for him to have.

“Jenny’s party,” she replied. “I wasn’t sure that I was going to go but Abigail let me borrow a costume so I figured why not.”

“What are you suppose to be?”

She scoffed, looking at him in disbelief. She stepped away giving him a spin so he could see her whole costume. His eyes scanned her frame but the only thing he really noticed was the way the bodysuit cupped her tits, molded to her soft stomach and puffy pussy lips. She looked like sex on legs. It was difficult reconciling his mental image of his sweet daughter with the sex pot who stood before him.

“I’m a playboy bunny, duh! I know you’re old but you have to know what a playboy bunny is.”

“Okay, okay,” he said with a laugh. “I think, I see it. I didn’t notice the ears at first. But where’s your tail?”

Her face reddened and she pointed to a lump wrapped in plastic on the bed. He went over to it and pulled it out out of the wrapping, revealing a cotton tail attached to a metal but plug. He groaned as he looked at it. Imaging the little cotton puff between Zaria’s ass cheeks, her tight hole stretched by the plug struggling to accompany its girth.

“Abigail told me that it hasn’t never been used,” Zaria told him shyly, misinterpreting his reaction.

“Do you want me to help you put it on,” he asked her, voice suddenly low and husky.

“Would that be okay?” She asked, her eyes flicking between the tail plug in his hand and her father’s face.

“Of course,” he told her. “Anything for my precious bunny. Come here.”

She walked towards him and he lightly grabbed her by the shoulder, moving her so that she was bent over his lap. He held the plug in front of her lips.

“Suck.”

Dutifully, she leaned forward and took the cool metal object into her mouth, coating it in a healthy amount of spit. She swirled her tongue around the tip and he could easily imagine how her hot tongue would be on his cock. While she lavished the plug with attention, her father tugged the gusset of her bodysuit to the side exposing her holes to his gaze. It was as he expected. His babygirl was completely bare underneath the costume and she had been shaved smooth to boot. He rubbed her pussy lips with his fingers, eliciting a soft moan from Zaria’s lips.

“You’ve got some real pretty holes, baby,” he told her, circling her asshole with his index finger.

“You like them, daddy?” She asked him, wiggling her ass for him.

“Daddy loves them. Here,” he said, grabbing her hand and placing it on his hardened cock. “See? You’ve gone and got Daddy’s cock all hard. You’re gonna help me take care of this, right.”

“Yes, daddy,” she said.

Lightly, she stroked him through his pants. His cock felt huge underneath her fingers. While she touched him, he played with her holes,teasing her ass and cunt. His fingers dipped into her wet cunt, spreading her juices over her clit and asshole. She moaned under him, rocking her hips against him trying to force his fingers deeper into her eager cunt. Gently, he took the plug from her mouth and brought it to her ass hole. He teased her back hole with the pointed edge of plug. Slowly, he pushed it into her ass, marveling as it stretched and stretched to accommodate the girth of the plug. He watched her toes curl as she took more and more of the plug. She gasped and whined. She felt so full. There was no way she could take anymore.

“Relax, baby,” he hold his daughter as he continued to work the plug into her hole. “Relax.”

She took a deep breath, shoulders dropping, as she tried to force herself to relax.

“That’s it,” he cooed at her. “That’s my good girl.”

Finally, he had pushed the widest part into her ass and the rest was quickly sucked into her hole until the only thing left was the cute little tail that poked out from between her ass cheeks. He tugged on the end of it, fucking her ass with the plug. Zaria moaned, rocking her ass back against the plug. It wasn’t enough. She wanted more. During this process, her cunt had gotten wetter and wetter. He could easily see the glossy sheen of her juices on the puffy lips of her pussy. Her cunt looked delicious to him, juicy and ripe for the taking.

“Mhmm, thank you daddy,” she told him.

“Get up,” he replied. “Let me get a good look at you.”

She hopped off of his lap and he pulled his cock out of his pants, running his hand lightly down the shaft. She stood before him and bent over, showing off her holes for her daddy while he stroked himself. She shook her ass and he watched her flesh jiggle. He couldn’t wait to have her on his cock. She ran her hand over her cunt, spreading her slick lips open with her fingers. She rubbed her fingers up and down, coating her fingers in her juices. She brought her slick fingers to her lips and sucked on her fingers. She brought her hand back down to her cunt, moaning softly as her fingers brushed against the sensitive bud of her clit.

Suddenly unable to stand it, he quickly stood up and positioned the bulbous head of his cock against her cunt. With his hands firmly on her hips, he slowly pushed his cock into her waiting cunt.

“Oh!” she exclaimed.

He filled her completely, forcing his thick cock into her tight channel. She moaned underneath him as she felt her cunt stretch to take her daddy’s cock. He was so much bigger then the dildos that she kept at the bottom of her underwear drawer.

He didn’t give her much time to adjust to his girth, just quickly began to thrust into her pussy. She was so tight, made even more so the presence of the plug in her ass. He loved it, love watching her little bunny ears bounce with each of his thrusts. Her costume, already ill fitting, was unable to stand the extra jostling and unzipped. Her tits spilled out of her top. Every bit of her jiggled and he adored it, loved watching her ass and tits move as he fucked her. He loved the feeling of her plush thighs and hips. He gripped her tightly, fingers making divots into her soft flesh. He just kept thrusting. He couldn’t get enough of her, the feeling of her cunt wrapped like a velvet vice around him or the beautiful sounds of her voice as she moaned and begged beneath him.

“More, daddy. More,” she wailed, as she rubbed her clit. “Fuck me harder.”

“So good, baby,” he told her, panting. “You take daddy’s cock so good.”

He let go of one of her hips and gripped the tail, fucking her with the plug while he roughly thrust into her. He felt her orgasm approaching, her cunt massaging his cock with each twitch. Suddenly, her back went ramrod straight and then her legs began to shake, as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

“That’s it, baby. Cum on daddy’s cock. That’s a good girl. Don’t stop. Keep rubbing your clit for daddy.”

“Ah, ah, ah!” she exclaimed, unable to speak as she endured wave after wave of pleasure.

“Shit!” her father grunted as he came. His pushed his cock in deep and released his milky load into her cunt.

He stilled, breathing hard as he came down from his orgasm. Zaria panted beneath him. He pulled his softening cock out of her cunt. He watched as his cum slowly dribbled out of her hole, darkening the fabric of her costume. With his index finger, he gathered up his cum and pushed it back into her cunt. He had left a creamy mess between her legs, pussy covered in his cum and her own cream. Looking at her was making him hard all over again. He don’t know when she had grabbed it but Zaria was looking at her phone and texting furiously.

“Everything okay, baby?”

“Jenny’s parents came back early so the parties canceled,” she told him, eyes still glued to her phone.

“Oh! I’m sorry about that,” he said, voice apologetic. In the midst of fucking her, he had forgotten all about the party - he’d forgotten about basically everything that wasn’t the feeling of her cunt, tight, hot and perfect around him.

“It’s okay,” she said, voice unusually chipper given the situation. “It just means i get to spend more time playing with you, daddy.”

She stood up, tossed her phone onto her bed, and clambered onto her dad’s lap. Surprised and confused, he reached for her, kneading the flesh of her ass cheeks with his hands. She grabbed his cock and positioned it at her entrance. Slowly she sunk down on it, taking inch after inch of his cock into her cunt. When she had taken him completely, they groaned, voices blending together into one sound. Slowly, she started to work herself up and down on his dick. He was deeply pleased by the new view and he dipped his head forward, taking one of her nipples into his mouth.

“I love your cock, daddy,” she told him as she bounced on his cock. “It feels so good stretching out my little pussy.”

“Baby, you can ride daddy’s cock as much as you want.”

[oliviaischillin1204]

tickletober day 25- “new discovery”

word count: 1,729 words

i think this actually started as a prompt for tickletober 2020 (lmfAooooo) so i’m glad i could finish it now!!

Janus sighed for what felt like the hundredth time in as many minutes. He’d been a having a moral conundrum, and he’d only recently figured out how to go about solving it. Or, well, hopefully solving it. Maybe the solution he’d come up with would make everything worse instead. That’s always a possibility.

As if he could read Janus’ mind, Janus’ phone buzzed with another text from Patton. He stole a quick glance at the kitchen doorway before tapping the screen.

Patton: Have U told him yet???

Janus: u know he doesn’t wake up before noon

Patton: LOL!

Patton: Well, Jan The Man, whatever happens, I got UR back!

Patton: high_five.gif

Patton: fist_bump.gif

Patton: puppy_saying_yeah.gif

Janus: ,,,,, thank u patton

Janus sighed yet again-- but this time his sigh was followed by a matching yawn from behind him.

He slammed his phone down on the table and whirled around. “Good morning!” Fuck, he was never that positive. He had to dial it back. “You look like shit.” Well. That’s one way of doing it.

Luckily, Virgil either didn’t notice or didn’t care to comment on Janus’ jumpy behavior-- he yawned again and made a beeline for the coffee pot, where Janus had graciously prepared another pot just in time for Virgil’s late rise.

“You’re thinking too loud,” he muttered as he poured his coffee. “Talk or shut your brain up.”

Janus snorted. Well, if Virgil didn’t care about being indelicate, then Janus sure wouldn’t.

“I found your blog.”

Virgil sighed, not looking up as his scooped a copious amount of sugar into the mug. “Yes, I remember, I got drunk enough to show my 2013 era Tumblr to Roman, and he got drunk enough to send it to the group chat. Cool reminder.”

“Not that one-- although your Superwholock fic was surprisingly well written,” Janus said. “I found... another blog. Of yours.”

“My anime blog?” Virgil asked. “Don’t you already follow that one?”

“Another blog,” Janus hissed. “A blog you haven’t told us about.”

With his mug only an inch away from hid mouth, Virgil froze.

It was enough to tell Janus everything he needed to know.

“I don’t have any other blogs,” Virgil said, quickly bringing the mug up to his face and taking a sip.

“Virgil. Please don’t insult me by lying so boldly in my face.”

“Who’s lying?” he replied. “Not me. I’m standing up, not lying... down, that is-- oh, dad joke, ha! Speaking of which I think I’m supposed to be meeting Patton for, uh, brunch, right now--”

He darted out of the room, nearly sloshing his coffee in his haste. Janus heard his bedroom door slam shut, and he sighed.

Well, he wasn’t going to sit around and let Virgil stew in his own nerves. He got up from the table and moved to the hallway, coming to a stop right in front of Virgil’s bedroom door. He heard no movement coming from inside, so he figured Virgil was probably frozen in panic as he thought about what Janus had said.

“I’m not going to make fun of you,” Janus said bluntly through the door. “Or tell anyone. Patton knows I had something important to tell you, but I made absolutely no references to having found a secret of yours at all. It’s just me.”

He knew that still probably wasn’t overly comforting-- Janus was, admittedly, crafty and manipulative, and he often used information as leverage to get what he wanted. But given how genuinely upset Virgil seemed to be at the mere idea that his secret blog had been found out, Janus wanted to prove that he really wasn’t going to tell anyone. And unfortunately, he knew exactly what he had to do to prove it.

“A secret for a secret, an eye for an eye,” he continued, steeling his nerves. “Because, honestly, you... aren’t the only person in this household with... that specific kind of... interest.”

Again, he heard no noise, but Janus could picture the way Virgil’s face probably shifted from blind panic to slight confusion. Janus sighed.

“How do you think I found your tickle blog in the first place?” he asked drily.

Janus ignored the urge to cringe as he said the word aloud-- this conversation was not about his embarrassing secret interests, thank you, it was about Virgil’s. He didn’t have the chance to ponder on that further, because suddenly the door clicked open in front of him, as if Virgil had opened it and hurried away.

He stepped in, and there was Virgil on his bed, lying on his stomach with his face buried in his pillow.

“You can block me if you want,” Janus said, moving to perch on the edge of the mattress. “Just let me type in my URL so you don’t see it.”

“How much did you see?” Virgil asked instead, voice muffled and defeated.

“About ten posts,” Janus said. “And no, you didn’t accidentally doxx yourself in any way. I’m just extremely clever.”

Virgil didn’t respond. At least he didn’t seem to be actively panicking, just humiliated. Janus himself was starting to feel a bit warm; he’d seen some... rather interesting posts before he’d realized whose blog he was looking at. Apparently he and Virgil had more in common than he’d realized.

“Virgil, I’m not going to bullshit you,” he said quickly, before his nerve was lost. “This sucks, and if it’d happened to me I’d break your computer in half, so I can imagine how you are feeling right now. But the fact of the matter is that we are both switches and we are home alone, and if you consent I would very much like to tickle you right now.”

Finally Virgil whipped around, eyes catching Janus’ with a wild look.

“What?” he squawked, voice cracking.

“Or you tickle me,” Janus said. “I’m really not picky.”

“This-- this is-- Janus.”

“Virgil,” Janus said firmly. “Take your pick, lee or ler?”

“I’m gonna have a fucking heart attack,” Virgil hissed. Janus could practically feel the heat radiating off his cheeks.

“I’m trying to avoid an outcome like that,” Janus said through gritted teeth. “By being disgustingly open about what I want, in the hopes that we can bypass the anxiety and awkwardness and humiiation by treating this all as if it’s perfectly normal.”

Silence hung over the room for a moment as Virgil took in the words. He looked down at his hands, fiddling with the blanket.

“I don’t know...”

Janus leaned in to catch Virgil’s mumble. Okay, that’s not a complete no. He could work with that.

“What don’t you know?” he asked with as much patience as he could muster.

Virgil continued to fiddle for a few seconds before he spoke. “Like, right now...?”

“No time like the present,” Janus replied. “Of course, we can wait if you’re not comfortable right now. Then again, I wonder how it would feel to wait in this room knowing that I’m right across the hall, ready to tickle you.”

He smirked when Virgil’s eyes snapped up towards him, a blazing blush crowning his face. “Janus!”

“What? You know I’m right. I could leave this room right now, but all your little fantasies in your head about what I could do to you would feel so delightfully real-- it’d be like I was still here.”

Nothing came out of Virgil’s mouth but a strain of choked noises. Belatedly, he covered his face with his hands. “Come on--”

“I mean, I really didn’t look very far through your blog before. I still have so many questions about this little sensitivity of yours.”

Now Virgil shoved his face back into his pillow, probably with the goal of hiding the soft whines that were now coming out of his mouth. It didn’t work.

“But, of course,” Janus continued, “I can’t touch you until you agree. You won’t get one little tickle from me until I hear you say so out loud.”

Virgil went silent for so long Janus considered checking that he hadn’t suffocated, but finally a muffled mutter came from his pillow that sounded suspiciously like the word please.

“Hm?” Janus said, because despite everything he wasn’t going to be too nice to Virgil. “I couldn’t quite catch that. You’ll have to speak up.”

More muttering, this time sounding closer to cursing, came from the pillow. Janus enjoyed drawing things out as much as the next ler, but he was getting pretty antsy. How to draw Virgil out?

Suddenly his mind flashed with a post he’d remembered seeing; a post that had also been reblogged by Virgil, with a few choice tags that made him think this could be a good idea.

“Virgil,” he asked softly. “How about you show me where you want to be tickled?”

And there it was; there was Virgil’s desperate squealing whine, his back arching just slightly, legs suddenly fidgeting behind him, and the tips of his ears burning red through his dark hair. Janus hit the nail on the head.

It only took a few more seconds for Virgil to roll over; his hands twitched, and he refused to look Janus in the face, but finally he managed to pull his t-shirt up over his stomach before shoving his face into his hands again.

Janus smirked. “I thought so.” He let one hand, gentle and wiggly, hover right above Virgil’s tummy. “When you want me to switch, I’ll just need you to pick another lovely little spot for me to tickle instead. One that’s just as ticklish, just so I know I’m getting a fair deal. You can do that, right?”

Virgil’s whine only last half a second this time, before it was replaced with a startled burst of frantic giggles as Janus began scratching all ten fingers around his sensitive tummy and sides. He curled up, and wiggled back and forth, and kicked his legs like there was no tomorrow, but his hands stayed over his eyes, his shirt stayed halfway up his torso, and he stayed right on the mattress under Janus’ lovely fingers.

“Oh, very good,” Janus cooed. His mind was already alight with all of the other posts he’d seen on Virgil’s blog, as well as things he’d found on his own that he was just so interested in trying. “You’re doing very well, Virgil. I think we’re going to have so much fun.”