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luvyeni · 1 month ago

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WHAT’S IS YOUR DESIRE ๑. ( 박종성 )

𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 ─── what you truly wanted in life ? what you truly desired ? it was money , to not live such a miserable life .. and jay , jay was willing to give you that in exchange for one thing , what he truly desired … everlasting love…

( 対 ) jay park + fem. reader wc. 4k genre smut · contains! vampire!jay , murder , misogyny ( not jay ) unprotected sex , oral (f) , blood , biting mature content. / back to library

you woke up 5 minutes before the alarm went off , something you always did — so you can contemplate whether you should jump out the window of your beat up second floor apartment or get up and go to your job and be verbally abused by your boss.

you’re soon interrupted by the alarm going off , your empty stomach rumbling from not eating enough to make you drag your body out of bed to shower for work — you weren’t gonna jump .. at least not this morning , the day was still very very young.

getting dressed in the same clothes you always wore for work , you sigh — it’s grey much like your mornings; slipping into your raggedy heels that hurt your feet but you couldn’t afford another pair right now before making your way to your small kitchen , opening the fridge — which was depressing in itself.

you pulled out the carton of milk for some cereal , it was empty. “that’s fucking great.” you gritted through your teeth. “another bill this week.” you tossed the carton into the trash. “guess i’ll pick up something cheap on the way.” you pack your stuff , making a reminder to add going to the grocery store when you got paid this upcoming friday; along with rent , gas and water.

you hold the cheap coffee and muffin in your hand as you walk through the office to your desk. “yn!” your boss's voice booms through the office , some people pretend that they didn’t hear , not looking up. some look at you with sympathy knowing this happens everyday at least 3 times. “s-sir.” you don’t have a chance to sit down before he’s storming out his office , eyes trained on you. “are you a fucking idiot?”

“hu-huh?” he huffs slamming his hand on your desk. “i asked , are you an idiot?” he repeated. “i ask for the files for the presentation to be printed out and stapled and put in the conference room for the meeting today with the new investors — i go check the conference room and you know what i see?” he says but you don’t answer thinking it’s a rhetorical question. “are you deaf?”

“well — i see nothing!” he shouted. “there’s nothing on the tables why didn’t you do it?” he was looking for an answer. “well sir , you didn’t tell me to do that.” you said , his eyes darkened. “are you saying i’m lying , you’re my assistant who else would i fucking ask!” he shouted. “if we lose this investor you’re out of a job.” he said. “sir i’m sorry i’ll do it now.” you said , taking the paper. “i’m sorry.” you repeated. “just go.” he said , and you obeyed, basically running to the copy room.

“he totally asked me to do it.” you heard someone whisper as you made your way to the conference room. “i just didn’t want him to yell at me.” you wanted to shout. “she’s used to it , it probably doesn’t even bother her anymore.” you sighed , walking into the empty room. “could this day get any worse.” and as if god himself heard you , your stomach rumbled , you just laughed. “of course.”

“sorry is this the right room?” you turn to the man , with his expensive suit. “excuse me?” you responded. “the meeting? is this the right room?” he had the same furrowed brows like your boss. “oh yes , we’re waiting for the investor now , he’s supposed to be here soon.” you began to pass the papers out. “is he not prepared?” the man asked. “oh no he’s prepared , this was my fault , i stupidly didn’t print the files out , the investors prefer that and he’s trying to impress th— i’m sorry who are you?” realizing you were casually talking to him. “i’m — mr. park!”

your boss was now wearing a smile as he greeted the man. “you’re late.” the man said. “i’m sorry man , you know how it is.” he turned to you. “someone forgot to make copies.” you lowered your head in shame. “but she was here before you.” it just clicked who you were in the presence of. “yn.” he chuckled. “have you greeted mr. park?” you bow politely. “good morning sir , i’m sorry for causing so much trouble.” jay looked you up and down , causing you to shift a bit , his eyes were cold , but he nodded. “yn go.” your boss shooed you off , you shuffled out of the door , closing it behind you before making your way to your desk , finally sitting down.

jays eyes followed you out, even watching you as you sit down at your desk , rubbing your temples. “don’t mind her that girl can never do anything right , probably would’ve fired her if she wasn’t such a nice piece of ass to look at , yeah her clothes are a little shabby but i can’t be picky can i.” jay turned to the guy , who was half your age sitting down , his belly hanging over his pants. “yeah.” he said sitting down — he already knew how this was gonna go. “let’s get started.”

you look through the glass window , seeing your boss stand up along with the man , shaking his hand with a smile. you stare at the muffin that was thrown in the trash before you could eat it. “what a waste of money.” you whisper to yourself ; the door to the room opening both men stepping out. “i hope to hear from you in a few days.” your boss said , the man looked at you, your boss staring bitterly. “yn , stop staring and get up and wish him goodbye.” you turned to jay and he looked at you like he was waiting to see what you do ; you began to get up but he stopped you , he saw how badly your worn down cheap shoes hurt your feet. “no need . you have a nice day.” he said walking away without another word.

“how stupid can you be?” your boss gripped your arm , pulling you up. “when i say do something you do it.” he yelled in your face , you nodded and he let you go , you fell back in your seat. “gosh you can’t do anything right.”

the day seemed to go by so slowly; all you wanted was to go back to your broken down apartment ; eat the chinese food that you pray is still good , climb into your lumpy bed and sleep — then again what’s the point you’ll have to do it again the next day. you tried not to think about that as you packed up for the evening. “hey yn , we’re going out for drinks.” you coworker said ; you couldn’t even afford dinner right now , let alone drinks. “i’m okay , i’m really not feeling good.” they nodded , not bothering to push it , they probably didn’t care. “yn i need you to come in early tomorrow.” your boss opened the door to his office , you went to open your mouth and protest , but he slammed the door closed. “guess that means i’ll have to get up even earlier to catch the bus.”

you make your way out of the building; walking down the street to the bus stop; unaware of the eye on you. “that’s her boss” the driver said , jay looked up from his phone , watching you limp down the block. “follow her , make sure she doesn’t notice.” he said , the driver started the car , following you — he followed you all the way to your run down and sketchy apartment complex , watching the three guys try and stop you as you go in but you just ignore their attempts, walking into the building. “boss are you gonna get out? do you know her from somewhere?” jay shook his head. “no.” he said. “but i want her.”

he walked through sunghoons , no interest in the dancer around him , he had one thing in mind ; you. “he in there?” he stopped by sunghoon who looked upset , probably had something to do with his “ fiancé .” but that had nothing to do with him. “what? oh yeah , you know how easy it was to get him to come here.” the pale man smirked. “all heeseungs girlfriend had to do was say she was your secretary and he came running here.” jay nodded. “good , thank you.” sunghoon nodded back. “don’t make too much of a mess.”

he made his way to the room in the back , where the walls were sound proof , taking off the suit jacket and handing it to his guard. “it’s expensive , don’t need to get it dirty.” he opened the door , where the man was already getting drunk. “jay man wassup!” the man shouted like he was friends with him. “can’t believe you called me down here , i was shocked when your secretary called.” the man slurred. “man does she sound fucking hot , i would love to get to meet her , you must get no work done with her around.” good thing heeseung didn’t hear that , he’d tear the man limb from limb before jay got a chance to do anything. “this scotch is good.”

“it’s a $1000 bottle.” jay said. “damn , if this goes well , i’ll pay you back , i signed those papers already , i’ll have yn look them over tomorrow.” the man patted jays back. “no need to pay back.” jay smiled. “oh thanks man.” the man said. “but you can give me something.” he said staring at the man. “yn.” the man stared at jay , before bursting out in a fit of laughter. “her? sure take her .” he said it like it was nothing. “she’s useless to me , i was already gonna fire her tomorrow , found a new and hotter one — i mean look at her , she’s shabby , a poor girl with no future , sure she’s hot and now that she’s gonna be jobless in the morning maybe she can get a job here , as a dancer , put that body to use seeing as she can’t do work right.”

jays blood boiled listening to him speak about you like that — he just snapped , grabbing the drunk man , slamming him up against the wall. “man what the hell?” the man shouted , trying to push jay up against him , but jay was too strong. “you know i really dont fucking like you.” he said. “but you have something i want .” jay pushed down on the man’s neck , he could hear the blood flowing through the man’s body. “well a few things.”

the man was getting a little scared. “wh-what? yn i said you can have her.” he said. “oh that’s not it.” jay said. “i’m taking your company as well.” jay said , the man began to fight back , but he could barely move. “fu-fuck you , like hell are you getting my company.” jay chuckled. “well it doesn’t really matter , seeing as you already signed it over to me , and you won’t be alive to do anything about it.”

before the man could do anything it; jays finger went straight across the man’s neck, his eyes widened in pure horror. “there won’t be anyone to mourn you , so this just makes me even happier.” jay smiled menacingly , right before he sunk his sharp fangs into the man’s jugular , drinking straight from his neck , the almost lifeless man barely put up a fight before falling to the ground , blood still seeping from his neck.

waiting for the man to stop twitching; before wiping his mouth , leaving out the room. “make sure the body is completely gone , tell sunghoon i’m sorry for the mess , he pissed me off.” he said holding the papers in his hand , exiting out the back where the car was already waiting for him. “did it go well boss?” jay nodded silently. “why did you need this company ?” the driver pulled off. “i didn’t.” jay said , his shirt red from the blood.

you ran like your life depended on it as you looked at the clock on your wrist. “fuck.” you said; not only are you not gonna be early like your boss demanded , you were gonna be late — your alarm on your phone didn’t go off , and then the shower was cold. you barely got out the door.

you made your way to your job ; fully prepared to be yelled out — even fired. “there she is.” it felt like the entire office was watching you; the whispers that followed you made you uneasy as you made your way to your desk , the curtains that were normally open , were closed… that couldn’t be good. “um the boss wants you.” your co worker seemed confused. “oh okay.” you sat your things down. “thank you.” fearing this was the end , it felt like blood was in your throat as you knock on the door. “come in.”

you push the door open; confusion washing over you. “uh…” you said , standing before you was the man from yesterday. “yn.” he said , but this time he smiled at you. “sit , please.” you look at the seat , slowly making your way to the seat. “sit.” you did , folding your hands in your lap. “i-i’m a bit confused.” you lowered your head. “i could understand why.” he said. “you were a bit late today , you okay?” you nodded. “just a bunch of inconveniences.” you confessed. “that’s understandable.” he said. “you probably have a bunch of questions.”

“where is mr. kim?” you said. “oh he unfortunately stepped down.” he said. “while going over the agreement my lawyers found a bunch of interesting things that warrant me to make a few phone calls.” jay stood from his chair , your breath hitched. “and the board thought it would be better if he stepped down .”

“so now you’re in charge?” you asked , gulping as he sat on the desk right in front of you. “not just in charge , i own it.. he surprisingly signed it over to me. ” he said. “b-but don’t you have to run your own company?” you didn’t dare to look him in the eye , almost scared to. “well this is only temporary , i’ll get someone to take over , while i work from the sidelines .” he talked with some much confidence. “don’t worry this won’t affect you , but i guess you’re a bit glad he’s gone?” you gave a little nod. “good.” he said , his leg brushed against yours , you coughed nervously , standing up quickly. “you don’t have to worry about me , i’m a good worker.” you said. “i wasn’t worried.” he said — after he was done he’d promised you’d never work a day in your life again.

“what happened?” there was a crowd around your desk as you made your exit. “no-nothing.” you sat down. “just went over the schedule.” you said. “what the hell is going on , where is kim?” you shrugged. “don’t know.” jay made you promise not to say anything , even though you didn’t understand why seeing as it wasn’t a big deal , but you agreed. “this is so weird.” they all began to walk away , leaving you alone , the curtains were still covering the windows , except the one next to your desk , you could see him working on his computer — he looked up at his you , like he could feel you staring, smiling at him before going back into his work… and for the first time since you’ve started working here you let out a little smile.

“yn? drinks?” your coworkers asked , you were about to decline like usual when jay opened the door. “not tonight.” he said coldly, turning to you. “i need you to stay back for a bit.” you sighed , you knew it was too good to be true , he was just gonna yell at you like the other. “have a good night.” he sent them on their way , before turning to you. “come.” he beckoned you into his office. you stood up , hesitantly following him inside his office. “i’m sorry for whatever i did.” you said , lowering your head.

“yn you are not in trouble.” he said. “you haven’t even done anything , i haven’t asked you to do anything today.” you think about it , you haven’t done anything , he even told you to go to lunch early. “yn sit down please.” he said , you sat down in the seat , picking at your stockings. “yn.” he said softly. “yn look at me.” he said a little bit more firmly , you looked up at him. “here.” he sat a box on the desk. “what is it?” you asked , he opened the box , revealing a pair of heels — a very expensive pair of heels , a pair of heels that would leave you homeless if you even could scrounge up the money for it. “mr-mr. park — jay.” he interrupted you. “call me jay.”

“i can’t accept these.” you said. “why not?” he asked. “because these shoes are expensive,” you said. “i’m not asking you to pay me back.” he said , taking the shoes out the box. “those shoes hurt your feet , i see you limping around , i can sme- i can see the blood on your stockings from the blisters.” he said , sitting down on the chair across from you. “you don’t deserve that.” he bent down , grabbing your foot. “mr-mr. park.” he didn’t say anything , taking your old shoe off putting the brand new expensive one on. “see they fit perfectly.” he said , letting your foot go to do the other one , they were gorgeous , you don’t think you’ll ever own anything like this again.

“how do i thank you for these?” you say , he didn’t say anything for at least a minute. “what?” you ask , he sat back in his seat , his shirt was rolled up , tie undone for the day. “yn are you happy?” he asks suddenly , you’re taken aback. “am i happy?” you repeated , the man nodded. “i- i mean i guess , yeah i’m happy.” you say with uncertainty in your voice. “you don’t have to lie to me.” he says. “i can see that you’re struggling a lot.” you gulp. “i’m gonna be fine sir , i promise.” and he knows you will — because he’s gonna change your life.

you stand up , already feeling the pain in your feet melt away. “there’s no need to worry about me.” you say , going to turn. “ yn.” he started , you stopped in your tracks hearing his low voice behind you. “what is something you really want , something you truly desire in this life ?” he said. “happiness ? love ?” he was right behind you , you could feel his breath on your neck. “money?” your body twitched. “it’s money , i know , everyone desires wealth.” he said. “even i did , and that's why im where i am today,” he said. “and are you happy?” you asked him much as he had asked you. “i’m wealthy,” he said. “that’s not what i asked sir , i asked are you happy?”

“i’m lonely.” he confessed , you turned around. “what i desire cannot be obtained , not in this life , not in the next.” you said. “but i’m sure you can get what you’re looking for.” you said. “good night sir.” you go to open the door. “i can give you money.” he said. “i can give you what you desire.” you stood there. “and you can give me what i desire.” he said. “everlasting companionship.”

what was he proposing right now? “um sir , this is inappropriate.” you said. “no one is here,” he said. “and you’re free to leave.” he smiled once he seen you not move. “yo-you can’t buy me , i’m not an object.” you said. “did i say you were? i like you yn.” he said. “like me? you met me once yesterday.” you scoffed. “and that’s saying something , that one meeting was all i needed.” he said , you bit down on your bottom lip. “i’m not trying to buy you , i’m trying to give you what you truly want in life.”

“in return , you stay by my side , forever.” there he goes again with those words. “what do you mean forever , you genuinely believe you could be with me until we both die.” it seems like you saying that shocked him. “die?” he scoffed bitterly . “something like that.” your brows furrowed. “what does that mean? something like that?” you said , his face seemed stoned now , like he didn’t want to tell you. “sir — jay what does that mean?” he didn’t say anything , and you were about to reach for the door , when he grabbed your wrist. “don’t go.”

“you’re scaring me.” his face softened. “that’s the last thing i want to do.” he said. “then tell me what you mean , something like that.” you realized his hand was still on your wrist — and it was cold , like really cold. “do you get it now?” he said , looking you dead in eyes. “no , no i don— ah!” his mouth was near your neck , stopping you in your movements completely. “do you get it now?” out the corner of your eyes you can see his eyes were now glowing red. “oh my god.”

this is it , where you were gonna die. “i told you the last thing i want to do is scare you.” he said. “i don’t want to harm you either.” he let your arm go , now looking at you again , his eyes back to their original color. “i want you.” he whispered. “i saw you and i knew you were the one for me.” he said. “mr-mr kim , what did you do to him? you did something to him , didn’t you?” you stuttered. “i did what i needed to do , trust me he deserved every bit of it.” you gulped , he just confessed to killing your boss and to being a vampire. “i want you , only you.” he said. “i don’t want to see you struggle ever.” his hand caressed your cheek. “but i have to turn you.”

“turn me?” you asked. “into what you are? into a vampire?” he nodded. “yeah.” he said. “you’ll never have a bad day again , i will make sure of it.” it felt like a dream , like you’d wake up back in your bed. “this is unbelievable.” his lips crashed into yours , his hand holding your cheek , the other gripping your waist. “answer me.” he pulled away with a sigh , pressing his forehead against yours. “answer me now before i can’t control myself anymore.” he growled.

“do it , please.”

that’s was all he needed before he was pulling you down on the couch , slouching in between your legs. “gonna make you feel good.” he pulled down your stockings. “gonna make you see stars.” he lifted up your skirt. “si-sir.” his eyes darkened. “call me that again and i’ll fuck you and turn you right now.” he growled , pulling your panties down. “such a pretty pussy , gonna get used to eating you out every day." he said, licking your folds , you moaned.

the starved man before you held your thighs on each side of his head as he ate you out. he ate like he hadn’t eaten in days ; it felt so good, you could barely think. “ja-jay.” you gasped out, throwing your head back against the couch , the heel of your feet , digging in his back. “fuck jay i’m gonna cum!” you screamed. his nose was pressed against your clit he continued to lick your folds , tasting your juices. “it’s been a while , hasn’t it?” he smirked , his fangs now visible. “you came so much.” he licked the insides of your thighs. “so messy.”

“ye-yeah.” you stuttered , he chuckled. “no need to worry about that.” he said. “i’ll make sure to fuck you every single night.” he said , turning you around. “make sure you’re always satisfied.” his clothed cock pressed against your ass. “you’d like that?” he pulled your skirt up. “to be fucked every night.” you heard the unzipping of his slacks. “full of my cock , right before you feed.” his sharp teeth on your neck , you whined. “please bite me.” he cursed. “good girl.”

he pushed himself inside you; his thick cock filling you up. “mine.” he said , his teeth quickly piercing your skin , your eyes rolled to the back of your head , gripping the couch as he drank from your neck , his hand holding your head to the side. “jay!” you screamed as his fucked you , drinking your blood. “ah fuck!” the venom from him entering you as he fucked you through another orgasm.

he pulled away , his thrust not slowing down. “oh fuck.” he cursed , bringing his own wrist to his mouth biting it , the blood dripping from his wrist , as he brought it to your mouth. “drink it.” you brought your lips to his wrist , allowing the blood to flow into your mouth and down your throat. “that’s it -fuck- good girl , i’m gonna cum.” he groaned , his other hand gripping your waist. “fuuuck.” he hiss as he came , pulling his wrist from your mouth. “jay.” you gasped , feeling his cum seeping deep into your womb.

he stood back , admiring what he did to your body , his bite mark was embedded into your neck , he bent back down , whispering into your ear. . “i’m taking you home with me tonight.” that was the last thing you heard before everything faded to black.

he allowed you to sleep , picking up his phone to dial his driver. “sir.” he answered. “i’m ready for you now , ask the maid to prepare a bath for her.” he said. “okay sir , and for her first feeding.” the driver said. “she’ll be super hungry when she wakes up.” jay thought about it for a second. “damn should’ve kept kim locked up and allowed her to tear him limb from limb when she woke him.” he sighed. “i guess we’ll figure it out when she gets up.” he said. “ok sir , the car is pulling into the garage now.”

“and make sure to clear her schedule for future , she’ll quit when she’s ready , but she isn’t to return until she can control herself.” he picked up your sleeping body.

“gonna give you a good life , no matter who i have to kill for it.”

©️LUVYENI

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kiame-sama · 9 months ago

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How do you think the characters react to mc having their period in the monster au. Cause it would make sense for other monster species to have them as well, but it could end up being a "human" thing to them. Like how would the love interests and the staff react. I imagine Malleus panicking the moment he smells blood on his human.

(More lovely fan-art~ Credit to the wonderful @tinseltina for drawing up Mr. Handsome Leona)

Humans are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) 9.5

Something tells me y'all really want to know the answer to this.

Warnings; not proofread (my stuff rarely is, but this is hot off the press), menstrual cycle and all that comes with it (mood swings, blood, cramps, ect), female pronouned reader, not too big on plot but several moments for the fellas, the stressed Dragon is trying his best, use of Japanese words (Nii-san, nee-san, Oji-san), Dragon, Crow, Harpy, Shinigami, Nemean Lion, Gnoll, Shadow-men, Cervitaur, Genie, Unicorn, Cecaelia, Vampire Bat,

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It was officially your eighth day in Twisted Wonderland and it was finally time for Diasomnia to take a step back and allow the other dorms to guard you. According to the raffle, it was to be Ignihyde's turn next. Both Idia and Ortho had shown up to the early morning meeting, Ortho still somewhat asleep as he sat leaning up against Idia's arm.

The other Housewardens were present and they had even remembered to invite Malleus this time as there was no other way the Dragon would give up his Human. Both Shinigami were anxious for different yet similar reasons as they waited for the inevitable arrival of the Dragon. Only problem was that Malleus showed up without the Human.

"What is the meaning of this, Malleus? Where is she?"

Vil was first to voice his concerns, one of the few among the Housewardens who would willingly snap at the dour prince. Malleus simply stared at the Harpy even as he squawked and fluffed his feathers in irritation. Of course, they all wanted to hear whatever explanation the Dragon was going to give for this clear violation of the rules they had set regarding soft (Y/n).

"I don't recall ever agreeing to this nonsense of trading my hoard among others, but if you must know, (Y/n) is currently unwell and I have no intention to leave any member of my hoard while they are in such a state."

"Unwell? How is she unwell? She was fine yesterday, if a bit temperamental."

Crowley was displeased by Malleus' refusal to bring the Human they all felt increasing fondness for, but he was more displeased to hear she was ill in some way. In fact, the news unsettled everyone at the table, Idia and Ortho included. They were all keen to keep (Y/n) in high spirits especially with news that there would be several representatives from various countries making surprise visits to check on her well-being.

"She is bleeding but insists it is normal for Humans. The scent of blood alerted me to her state as she rose before the rest of us and I found her in her bathroom crying. She refuses to leave her bathroom until she is able to aquire 'pads' to catch the blood and commented something about 'tampons'. I know not what these 'pads' and 'tampons' are, but even Lilia insists it is something Humans do on a monthly basis and warned me to not push her on this matter."

"If that Mousey is bleeding," Leona growled, "then she must be injured in some way."

"That was my thinking, but Lilia said I was wrong and that he would explain it later before he insisted I attend this meeting instead."

"What exactly has Lilia told you about (Y/n)'s condition?"

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"I hate everything and everyone."

You grumbled as you lay curled up on a towel in your bathtub, holding your bloated stomach as you whined loudly when another cramp gripped you. The dull throbbing ache in your back made you want to throw something if it meant the discomfort would end. Your arm had healed quickly- still somewhat mending, but now useable- only for your period to smack you while you were down.

Of course these useless monsters didn't have pads or tampons or Midol and now you relegated yourself to laying on a towel so you don't bleed all over the shared nest. If you could have things your way, you would have as many sanitary products as you wished and you would be laying on Silver's back as the Reindeer was so comfortingly warm. It only made you angrier to remember that there were no heating-pads in this forsaken land.

"(Y/n)?"

"Let me die."

"Please don't talk that way, (Y/n). None of us want you to die."

"Then why aren't there any heating-pads or pain-meds, Lilia? Sounds like you all want me to suffer and die."

"(Y/n)-"

"Leave me to suffer."

"(Y/n)-"

"Go away, Lilia!"

The Bat sighed and closed the door, letting you wallow and whine in pain. He had been around Humans enough to vaguely remember what was wrong, but it had been a long time since he last had to deal with such a situation. Lilia didn't exactly remember the how and the why of your condition, just that it was normal for Humans. No, if anyone knew what was happening, it was you and you were not keen to share your wisdom.

While you were wallowing in self-pity you felt your stomach begin to growl and you just started crying again. None of these moron monsters knew how to cook and you just wanted a nice breakfast to soothe your upset body even if for only a bit. Somewhere during your tears the door to the bathroom had opened again and a delicious smell met your nose.

Walking into the room was the man wreathed in shadows, he set a cloth bag down next to the tub where you lay and stood for a moment watching you. You somewhat recognized him as one of the staff members Crowley had introduced you to the first day- you think his name was Sam- and even in the daylight he looked like liquid darkness. Apparently he was the only one who had a store on campus and he was the one to go to for any and all needs.

"Breakfast is ready downstairs, little Imp."

With that he left the bathroom and closed the door behind him, leaving you to examine what he brought. Inside the bag was a note and several items you thought you would never see in this forsaken world. What looked to be reusable cloth pads took up a good portion of the bag, clearly the kind that could be buttoned and wrapped around undergarments to act like your world's traditional sticky pads. Further down were what seemed to be several small bottles filled with star-shaped pills in various purples, oranges, pinks, and yellows. What almost made you start crying again was the sweet and heartbreakingly beautiful appearance of chocolate fudge in a medium sized tin.

That first bit of fudge melted on your tongue and brought the sugary sweetness of chocolate to your senses. It was like a slice of heaven had fallen into your mouth and you could hardly believe it.

The pads were similar to the disposable ones you had back in your world but with a button clasp along the wing of the pad so it could be secured. You were quick to change your clothes with the extra Lilia had brought you, securing the pad to your underwear and sighing in relief once it all was in place. Though you would have to wash these pads after you switched them out, it was better than nothing.

The note was simple and short, but you couldn't be happier to read the almost elegant script.

'Hey, little Imp. Thought you would need these, though not so soon. Unlike most in Twisted Wonderland, Shadow-folk and Humans were the few species where the child-bearing members have these bleeding cycles. My friends on the other side figured you would want some chocolate. The bottles have some bloating and pain medicine that should help. Only take one of each color twice a day. Chocolate isn't too common, but I think now is as good a time as any to share.

- Sam'

You could have cried it was so beautiful. To think there was someone here who wasn't completely oblivious to your suffering was soothing in ways you hadn't expected. If anything, Sam was now in the top spot for your favorite of the staff members, the others be damned.

As you finally got the chance to clean yourself up and wear clean clothes, you were now ready to emerge from the bathroom you spent most of the morning in. The warm smell of food brought you down to the kitchen and you saw a beautiful sight. Standing near what looked like an entire breakfast feast was Sam, he seemed to be guarding the food from the group that stood eyeing him suspiciously. Ruggie, your guards- minus Malleus- and Grim all stared at the shadow man who refused to let any near the copious amounts of food.

"Morning, little Imp! Figured you would want some breakfast given the morning you've had. Have as much as you like before I let these beasts eat the rest."

Sitting in large bowls and stacked on plates were an assortment of eggs, some kind of sweet smelling breakfast meat- as sausages weren't prevalent in Twisted Wonderland- pan-seared onions and peppers, even pancakes stacked high. It was a veritable feast for the eyes and stomach, the best part being the fact you didn't even have to make it.

"... You're my favorite, did you know that?"

"You honor me, little Imp. I know my sisters and mother would be sending me shadow curses if I didn't at least lend a hand during your time of struggle. Eat up."

You did exactly that as you gathered up a generous portion for yourself and settled at the small table in the kitchen to dig in. Once Sam saw you were happily eating your fair share, he grabbed his own plate before he moved to let the others descend on the food. Lilia was quick to join you and Sam at the small table, not at all put off by your earlier attitude towards him.

"So, Sam, do you know what's going on with (Y/n)?"

"Of course. We shadow people go through a similar process- I should say the ladies and child-bearers of the Shadow people know- I personally don't, but you can bet your ass my meemaw would whoop me something fierce if she found out I left this Human to endure alone when I could have helped."

"Guess there is no need for Malleus to be so distraught then."

You ignored the conversation and simply ate your meal, thrilled someone else knew how to cook a damn fine breakfast. Sebek, Silver, Ruggie, and Grim were content to eat at the kitchen counters instead of the small table, talking quietly to one another. Well, Ruggie and Grim were shoveling food down their gullets, Sebek and Silver were the ones talking.

It was during this conversation that you heard many footsteps thundering down the halls of your dorm to the kitchen. You gripped the fork in your hand tightly and the moment someone grabbed you was the moment you swung the fork to stab whoever dared to touch you. They were quick to let go and narrowly avoided your utensil as they backed off and you saw it was the Headmage.

"(Y/n), my poor little chick! Where are you bleeding-?"

"None of your business!"

Your voice was an angry grumble as you guarded the plate in front of you, putting an arm around it and glaring at the feathered man. He seemed confused before he looked over at Sam who had continued to eat calmly.

"Ah, I should have known you would already be on top of it, Sam. Shadow folk and Humans were two sides of a very similar coin, after all."

"Headmage, why did you bring all these students into her kitchen?"

You looked around and you saw many familiar faces as well as a few unfamiliar faces. Malleus, Vil, Ortho, Azul, Leona, and Riddle were of the familiar. Of the unfamiliar were two men of vastly different appearances. One had white hair and tanned skin, almost seeming to be shining from the inside with a bright gold. The other looked like an older, non-mechanical Ortho with extreme anxiety at even being perceived.

"Mr. Draconia informed us that (Y/n) was unwell and I couldn't keep them from coming with me to check on her-"

"Well, you all are done checking, now go away. I want to eat my breakfast in peace."

"(Y/n)-"

"No! I have had little to no personal space since the moment I fell into this madhouse of a campus and it shouldn't take me having my period to get some! If you all are really that concerned, I have a whole list of things I could only benefit from and you all are welcome to start gathering."

"... Would that make you happy?"

"It would be a start!"

It seemed all of your uninvited guests were uncomfortable as they looked at one another before the shining golden one nodded excitedly. Out of everyone, he seemed the most oblivious to your annoyance and instead seemed happy to be given something to do.

"Sure! What's on the list? I can get stuff for you! Say the word and Jamil and I are on it!"

"See? This is a model Housewarden right here. Doesn't push his own agenda, doesn't demand more information, just says 'okay' and does what is asked of him."

Vil seemed the most offended by this, but kept his thoughts to himself and instead just glared at the happy shining man. Malleus was also clearly displeased by your less than favorable attitude, moving to stand near Lilia as if that would curb your anger at the situation. Ortho seemed to be of the same mind as the first odd-ball and looked ready to run off for whatever you requested.

"Don't forget your medicine, (Y/n)."

Sam prompted gently, continuing his meal as if nothing were amis. Naturally, you had mostly forgotten the bottles of oddly colored stars in your frustration and only now remembered they were present. His note said one of each color twice a day, so you figured it was a morning and night kind of medication.

The stars were actually somewhat cute and you felt a vague temptation to sit and sort the stars by color, but your ever present cramps demanded you take them instead. They actually tasted sweet and must have had a sugar coating of some kind as they went down easily enough. Perhaps it was psychosomatic, but it felt like they were helping the moment you swallowed the odd shapes and felt far less irate even with the herd of others in your home.

"Nee-san, can I have that list you mentioned? You can send it to me via-text so Nii-san and I can get started on gathering things for you!"

"Nee-san?"

"Oh! Are we not close enough yet for me to call you that? Sorry! I just want to be your friend so much I keep forgetting we just met. Oji-san wants to meet you too since he hasn't been able to meet a living Human for a long time and he misses Humans. Would it be okay if he came over?"

It was then the one that looked like an older version of Ortho spoke, resting his hand on Ortho's shoulder.

"Ortho, stop. I get you wanna be her friend but it is so cringe to just invite people over to someone else's place when they aren't feeling well."

"Oh, I'm sorry! I just want everything to work out and Oji-san Hades has been texting non-stop about meeting (Y/n)..."

"We can talk about that later. Okay?"

You raised a single brow at the two- who you assumed to be brothers- as they had their back and forth banter. Somewhere you figured all the Housewardens in your dorm were there to help, but you were still annoyed they came over uninvited. Maybe they could be of use if you split up that growing list of yours and put the clearly eager men to work.

"If I give you all the list will you go away?"

"No," Malleus said, crossing his arms, "I must protect my hoard and if a member of my hoard is unwell, then I shall stand guard until they are well again."

"Fine. You can stay, but I just want a quiet day today. I don't have classes and I just want to sleep."

"You are always welcome to the nest."

"Wasn't asking permission, but thanks, I guess. I also want Silver to be in the nest because he's warm and it feels nice to have heat on my stomach."

"Silver has clases today, but I am free for the day. I can use my magic to warm your stomach so you can rest easy."

"Fine, but if you burn me I'm kicking you out of my dorm permanently."

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere

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joelmillerswife9 · 28 days ago

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Need a Hand, Pussycat?

Summary: After a long day of work and pent-up tension, you decide to see a naughty film at The Pussycat Theater. Getting hot and bothered in your theater seat, a sexy stranger helps release some stress. *I’ve had this idea on my mind for weeks, and I’m finally getting it down on paper🤭 As always, I hope you like it!

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! Language, public s**, f! receiving o, Clint watches, Clint is a little creepy at first, reader touches self.

October 1986 Los Angeles, California:

Type up the reports, file the papers, pour a cup of coffee, answer the phone, make the copies, fax the documents, repeat the procedure 30 more times. These were the mediocre events for a 9 to 5 law firm secretary. Sometimes you’d change the routine of your day to make it not seem so dull. It wasn’t eventful, but it paid the rent and kept the lights on. You've been working at this law firm for two years, but it’s challenging to climb up the ladder when the company is operated by male dominance. Hopefully once you graduate from college next month, more opportunities will open up for you and secretary work will be behind you. No more pointless tasks and sleazy lawyers telling sexist jokes in the break room.

It was only Tuesday, but the week had drained every ounce of life out of your veins; like a vampire feasting on a poor victim. It wasn’t that your life was intolerable, it was just… boring. There was no excitement in your days, the routine never changed. You woke up, went to work, came home, and went to sleep; just to relive the same day in a couple of hours. It made you feel exhausted and frustrated all at the same time. This week was even more agonizing than the last because it was that time of the month. You weren’t menstruating; you were ovulating. Between the tension aching in your bones and the constant overflowing pool of arousal dripping in your lace panties, you’re overwhelmed with exasperation. It has been months since you’d had sex, and at times you were desperate to be touched by anything other than your vibrator.

Anytime a man at work walked by, you had to contain yourself from pouncing on him like a prey. Even men you didn’t find attractive looked irresistible. You’d hope John, a paralegal who worked on the third floor, would walk by one day and throw you up against the wall. Or Simon, an accountant, would bend you over his desk when you reached over to fill his coffee cup. Hell, if Candice from HR pushed you into the ladies room and locked the door you wouldn’t stop her. You needed release… no, you demanded release. You demanded change. You demanded something for Christ’s sake.

While eating your lunch in the break room, three sleazeball lawyers were joking around at the table next to you. You remember their faces but not a clue of their names.

“Did you see my new client, Mrs. Lopez? Fucking hot!” one of them brags. They all chuckle and go into casual conversations about clients, sports cars, and how much money they make in an hour. You roll your eyes while munching on your Caesar salad. You wonder what it would be like to be a man for just one day. To be a dominating force in the workplace that made others feel intimidated.

“Ohh by the way, The Pussycat Theater is showing a flick tonight with Lana Jones. You guys want to go?” a man in a pinstripe suit questions while taking a bite out of a sandwich.

The older gentleman chuckles next to him, “God, that broad can suck a mean dick”

Your eyes widen and lemonade gets caught in your throat making you choke. The table of men don’t even notice, they’re too absorbed in this Lana gal. Playing it off, you discreetly listen to their conversation.

“Yea man she’s the best. But I can’t tonight, I promised the wife a date” the youngest of the group exclaims.

The two gentlemen shake their heads, “Alright, maybe this weekend we can get together”

The three men wrap up the rest of their conversation about women, cars, and money and exit the breakroom.

“Bye” you whisper.

No response, not even a glance back. You continue eating your lunch in peace, but there's something you cannot get out of your mind, The Pussycat Theater. You knew of the name; it was a staple in the Los Angeles area. A naughty movie theater that premiered adult films and delivered satisfaction to the audience. You drove past it anytime you traveled along the Hollywood strip. A bright red building with a black and white marquee flashing the titles of new releases and old favorites. It looked like any other movie theater, but it’s what was hidden inside that made people want to escape their reality. To you, the idea of adult theaters was very taboo; why would anyone want to watch “those” movies in a crowded space? You’d think people would be more discreet in expressing what drove them to being aroused.

But, that’s also the bizarre nature of sex. You can’t say the three letter word without blushing, but it’s something you can’t get enough of. It stays on your mind like an old rerun of your favorite show. Sex brings out the animalistic side of people that they didn't even know existed. It ignites fantasies in our brains that make people take risks and push limits. It can make us feel selfish, guilty, or even depressed but we crave for more. And if the opportunity comes knocking at the front door, we let it in. That’s The Pussycat Theater, where people can leave their lives at the door and become lost in a fantasy world.

Your fingers start dancing along the typewriter's keys when you sit back at your desk. “Focus,” you command yourself. But the men’s conversation still sticks in your memory. Like the routine, type, file, pour, copy, fax, repeat. Hours go by, your hands are numb from the grueling tasks. Eventually, the time reads five o clock. You grab your purse and blackcoat and head out the door. The California sun warms your face, making you feel refreshed from the office torture. Usually, the next part of the routine is driving straight to your apartment, but tonight you’re not going straight home. You’re changing the pattern. You have a date with a lady named Lana.

Walking along the Hollywood strip, your heels feel heavy on the dirty sidewalk. The closer the flashing lights get, the faster your heart beats. This is so unlike you to be doing something so risky. You feel like you’re about to commit a crime.

“This is so weird. What if someone sees me?” You think to yourself.

You go up to the ticket booth and ask for one ticket for the Lana Jones film. You make zero eye contact with the older lady in the booth. You slip her a $10 bill and she slides a ticket in return. Pulling the door open, your vision is blinded from clouds of cigarette smoke. The smell of ash and popcorn make your stomach turn. Walking down the hallways, the wide space is dimmed dark red, and you try to locate theater 8. Between the jumpy nerves and lack of lighting, it feels like the hallway is moving from side to side. It feels like you’ve just walked into those carnival funhouses you despised as a kid. Reaching the end of the hall, a number 8 flashes above two black doors. You quickly open it and exhale the anxiety.

“It’s just a movie” you whisper to yourself.

Walking up the small ramp, a wide theater screen displays behind the scenes footage of an upcoming film. You turn to look at the seats, there’s a decent crowd for a Tuesday night. Looking where to sit, you observe the movie goers. An old man sits in the middle watching the screen. A young couple, who can’t keep their hands off of each other, sits up in the front. The crowd is a miscellaneous group of young and old souls. You decide to sit further back where no one can see you. Walking across the tenth row, you plant yourself in the middle seat. Crossing one leg over the other, you turn to your right. You gasp at a large figure sitting at the end of the row; he blended so well into the dark walls you didn’t even notice him when you entered the theater. He is an older gentleman with slicked back dark curls, salt and pepper beard, and a noticeably large scar on his cheek. He’s staring directly at you. His eyes burn at the sight of your skirt riding up your thigh. His leather jacket rustles as he squirms in his seat. You elegantly nod and turn back to the screen. The theater goes pitch black, and catchy music rings around the theater. Trying to focus on the credits, you feel the stranger’s eyes stalking. You peek at the corner of your eye, but don’t dare turn your head. You focus on the young busty blonde playing the role of a fitness instructor. As you watch, you can’t help but chuckle a little; the acting is terrible from both actors. But then you remember that people don’t come here for the acting, they come for the fantasy.

Clint:

He could smell your hypnotizing scent from the minute you entered the theater. Not your perfume, but the aching arousal that made your panties damp. He wondered what a pretty gal like yourself was doing in such a nasty place. Watching you walk to your seat, he observed the way your hips swayed in your fitted black skirt and how your cleavage peaked through the gaps of your tight blouse. He wondered what color underwear you were wearing. He was so infatuated with your presence that he forgot the film had even started. Twenty minutes into the film and he hadn’t watched one scene, he didn’t have to. He knew what was happening just from hearing the audio. He could tell this was your first time at The Pussycat Theater by how your eyes widened and mouth slightly parted when the action displayed on the big screen. Clint was waiting for you to walk out of the theater; an innocent looking gal like yourself would feel scared watching such sinful acts of pleasure. But you stayed in your seat and watched the film. What surprised him even more was how your lips curved into the tiniest grin as your thumb danced along your lips. You were getting turned on watching the two actors having sex. The smell of your arousal became stronger making his mouth water. He was desperate to have you around his mouth. Clint observed your hands traveling from your plump lips to your jaw line; your back sunk a little deeper into your cushioned seat getting comfortable. His cock twitched in his pants when a sweet moan rang out and your hand hiked your skirt up your stocking covered thighs He pursed his lips at the exposure of the thin black straps from your garter belt. Throwing your head back, your hands disappear in between your legs. You don’t make a sound but your facial expressions say it all. Resting your limber legs on the seat in front of you, he watches you pleasure yourself.

You:

What has gotten into you? Who are you? This wasn’t the first time you watched a sex scene, but there was something different watching sex in an adult film rather than a regular motion picture. The sounds, the positions, the roughness, the rawness; you felt hot. It was like your hands had a mind of their own exploring your skin and eventually disappearing into your wet cunny. You didn’t even think twice about the possibility of getting caught; all that was on your mind was release. Your head laid back in the seat and you closed your eyes as you listened to the sounds of sexy moans and whimpers. In and out your delicate fingers pleasured your walls creating slick echoes. You get lost in your own fantasies of having a strong, broad man, similar to the one in the film, devouring your aching cunny.

“Mmmmm… yes” you moan. Your vision grows hazy watching the film and your turn to wear the gentleman was sitting. His eyes are alight with excitement as your fingers slip in and out of your cunny. Gripping his thighs, he’s desperate to taste you. You bite your lip and mouth “come here”. He adjusts himself before rising out of his seat to sit in the chair next to you. Why pay to watch a movie when he’s getting his own show for free? His face is inches from yours and he grazes his lips along your ear.

“And this whole time, I thought an innocent girl was sitting here” he whispers, smelling the aroma of your perfume.

You chuckle and slowly remove your fingers out of your cunny. Bringing the slick digits to his mouth you whisper, “Would you like a taste, Mr…”

“Clint…” he mutters before they disappear into his mouth. Your cunny clenches at the view of Clint sucking your juices off of your fingers. You take them out of his mouth and bring them back down to your folds, but he stops you.

“Give these pretty hands break, honey” He spits on his two digits and they slide in with no hesitation. You gasp, but Clint’s mouth shuts you up. Moaning into each other's lips, his digits grind and thrusts inside you.

“Haven’t been fucked good in a long time, I can tell by the way she’s dripping on me”

You whimper a silent yes. Laying your head back on the cushioned seat, you fantasize about Clint in between your legs.

“You want me to help you with that, baby? Let me remind you how good it feels?” At this point, the movie is just background noise. You nod your head.

With his digits still deep in your cunny, he whispers in your ear, “How many times do you think I can make you come before the movie’s over?”

Before you can answer, Clint’s body starts maneuvering lower. His lips trail along your neck unbuttoning your blouse.

“Oonce”

“You sure?” he whispers, massaging and kissing your chest leaving little bite marks along the cups.

“MMM.. twice” Your throat hitches as you feel his hot breath trail down to your cunny. He’s planted in between your legs resting your thighs on his shoulders. The leather from his jacket sends goosebumps along your skin.

“How many times?” he questions kissing your inner thighs, making them shake. You forgot what it was like to be touched in such a way.

“Ohhh my.. Th-three times”

“Yeah? Is that what you need, honey?”

“Yes!” you whimper, grasping the back of your seat.

“Sshh” he puts his finger to his mouth.

“Don’t make a sound” he demands. You submit by nodding your head.

Clint first plants a delicate kiss on your pearl and then another. He wants to warm you up a little. He knows it’s been a while for you and he wants you to enjoy every second. Grasping onto your thighs, the man ravenously licks and sucks every part of your cunny. You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs, but couldn’t. You were in his domain and ordered to comply. Afterall, you were always considered a good girl. One hand grabs onto an arm rest while the other clasps onto the back of his head pushing his face closer to your cunny. His slurps around your pearl grow more intense and your chest sticks out like a demon trying to escape your soul. The tiniest moan falls from your lips followed by an “oh my god”. Clint looks up and your eyes meet. You watch as his tongue makes slow circles around pearls and folds. Licking your lips, you mouth the phrase, “I’m gonna come”. He nods his head and winks. With that, he inserts two thick fingers inside you and tortures your cunny with unspeakable pleasure. The fire in your tummy grows, your walls clench as the most intense orgasm rips through your body. You put your hands to your mouth muffling your whimpers and screams. The muffles are in unison with the actress’ vocals on the screen. You lay in the chair absolutely boneless from the naughty encounter. That’s one.

Clint:

He wishes he could bottle your sweet juices that were spilling onto his rough tongue. He could do this every hour, on the hour. Maybe if he asks you for a drink after, he’ll get lucky to do it again. He was in awe watching your body react to being eaten out. The way your chest heaved, almost popping a button off of your blouse or the way your thighs tightened around his head. You were a goddess. He gave a kiss on your thigh, the fabric from your stockings delivered a tickle on his mustache. Wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his leather jacket he hoists himself back up. Without saying anything, you push him onto the seat next to yours and slither your body over him. Your lips smack onto his; a mixture of Marlboro reds and tangy juices hit your tongue.

“Where do you think you're going, baby?” You question fondling with his belt buckle.

He looks down at his lap watching his pants strip down to his thighs, exposing his boxer briefs. You hike your skirt all the way up showing your garter belt and lace thong. Straddling his lap, you slowly grind into his lap; his bulging shaft rubs up against your panties. His hands find your round ass and give it a light squeeze.

You let out a playful giggle and bite his bottom lip, “Let me show you just how much of a good girl I can be”

Your hands snakes into his underwear and glides his thick hard cock out. Your mouth parts in amazement when you see his size. Clint brings two of the same fingers that were inside you to your lips.

“Open” he commands. Your mouth slowly parts and the fingers disappear into your mouth. Bobbing your head, you suck and lick on his fingers dragging them along your tongue. They hit the back of your throat making you gag. With no time wasted, you slide your panties to the side and sit on his cock. You shriek and he puts his hand over your mouth. Muffled moans and whimpers sing out as you bounce on his lap. Clint’s cock slams into your cunny making the chair squeak from under him. Your muffles get louder and louder and he tells you to keep quiet, but instead you bite his palm making him yelp. The skin on your cheek burns from the smack he delivered across your face, but that only excited you more and he could tell.

“You little freak, you liked that” he smirked.

You didn’t respond. You just bit your lip and rode him harder and faster. He didn’t tell you to be quiet, he wanted to hear you. Shouting derogatory phrases along the theater, a movie goer in the bottom row tells you to keep it down. You shout “fuck off”. Clint’s hands are everywhere: your thighs, your throat, your ass and you indulge in every bit of pleasure. Clint is holding back everything to make sure he keeps his promise.

“Clint.. Oh God.. fuck me, Clint!” you whimper. The familiar clenching of your cunny returns and he knows you’re about to come for the second time. He holds your thighs down and starts grinding his hips into you. He’s fucking you in his seat and all you can do is take it.

“Oh god.. Oh fuck… fuck… fuckfuckfuck!!!” you squeal gripping onto the arm rest. Movie goers start howling and clapping, but you don’t know if it’s because of Lana Jones’ acrobatic skills or the little show that’s happening in row 10.

Clint cups your face and grips your hair, “Be a good girl and come on my cock”

Your legs spasm from another intense explosion, but it feels more powerful than the first. Over and over, Clint whispers what a good girl you are. He doesn’t give you time to recover, he wants you aching and begging for more until you can’t walk.

“Turn around for me, honey. I wanna see that beautiful ass”

Catching your breath, you do as you're told. You face the theater screen while sitting on Clint’s lap. He tells you to hold on to the back of the chair in front of you, and you grip the cushion. Clint’s hands glide along your ass, and without warning plants a hard slap. You scream from the pain. Clint grabs hold of your thighs and starts bouncing you up and down on his cock. It slams so deep into your cunny making your tummy tighten. You turn to see Clint and he tells you to keep your eyes on the screen. The actors are in a similar position. Gripping, slapping, grinding, hair pulling; it’s all too much but not enough at the same time. Your climax happens quickly, but Clint doesn’t let go. His grip grows tighter and his thrusts get harder. You’ve never felt this feeling before, but you feel like you have an urge to pee.

“Clint..I.. something feels..”

He knows exactly what’s happening, you feel like you’re going to squirt. A smile curves on his lips.

“Whatever you're feeling, baby, just let it go. I’m right here”

Like a cup overflowing, your arousal pours out everywhere. You soak Clint’s lap as your screams echo off the walls.

“Fuck” Clint grunts spilling his warm seed inside of you.

You have no words, you're boneless sitting in Clint’s lap. He wraps his hand around your torso and pulls you back letting you rest on him. He kisses your neck and his breath makes your hair blow up and down. You both watch the credits roll on the screen and everyone exits the theater.

“Jesus..” you gasp. Clint chuckles. He pats your thighs and tells you to stand up.

Your legs feel like jelly and almost lose your footing. It’s like you’ve forgotten how to walk. Adjusting your damp skirt, Clint buckles his pants. Clint gives you a kiss and says, “That was quite a movie”

You both laugh, “Well, Clint… should we go to your place or mine for the sequel?”

Tagging my babes: @baronessvonglitter @littledes1re @jazzy11scorpio @pascalispunkczechia @gothcsz @tateypots @deaneatspie @fairylights-throughthemist @whocaresstillthelouvre @mani-pedro @chasingthepoguelife @toomanystoriessolittletime @pedropascallvr @joeldarling @joelsrose @joelsknees

#pedro pascal #delulu #clint freaky tales #fanfic #female writers #older man <3 #smutty smut smut

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sl003 · 3 months ago

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SESE's Fic Recs Part 2 (ATEEZ)

Hi and hello! Today, i present to you the second part of my fic recs because i spend waaaay too much time reading stuff on here when i should be working on my own stories, hahah :) I just have so many ideas that it's hard to stick with one, you know?

Anyway, it's the same as before, the fics will be sorted by members, my all time favourites are marked with a "♡". And as this one is a bit shorter than the previous one, you can be sure that this one will be updated from time to time.

You can find the first part here:

SESE's Fic Rec (ATEEZ)

And as you can probably notice by these fic recs, i'm a sucker for long ass fics, i just love them so much! (no hate to shorter fics, they're just as good!!!)

Warning: Some of the fics will have a bit of "commentary" from me below them, these might contain spoilers for the fics, just so you've been warned.

Once again, a giant thank you to all the incredibly skilled and talented authors out there for creating these masterpieces!!! <3 You deserve all the love for doing what you do and allowing us to read and take part in that!

And because I have a habit for reading and recommending a lot of fics from the same authors, i'll just tag them once in this even if there's more than one fic. hope that's okay :)

Anyway, have fun reading!!!

PS: if any of the links are wrong or don't work, feel free to tell me so i can try and fix it.

KIM HONGJOONG

Philoselene - @ncteez (6.2k)

alt!stoner!hj x kinda!detached(?)!reader

♡ It Can't Be That Hard - @seung-hwa (12k)

brother's best friend!hj x reader / college au / exes to lovers

i'm a sucker for the "brother's best friend" trope, so it was already quite clear that i was going to love this. and well, i was right with my suspicion. the dynamic between all the characters is just so *chef's kiss*. i kinda felt bad for yunho, though... that guy has been sneaking his way into my heart lately, so no surprise there... (i mean the thing with the knitted hat? so damn cute!)

Cry For Me - @yeostinys (3 parts)

ceo!hj x secretary!r

this is normally not a plot that i read very often, but this was so incredibly good, oh wow. reader is really a bit of a crybaby, but like in a so not annoying way, you know? i loved it, read it.

♡ I'll Let The World Burn - @koyagifs (3.4k)

dragon rider!hj x dragon!r

this was such an interesting read because reader is a dragon in this one. but i love how their close bond was portrayed and it was so sad... i was this close to crying, i'm telling you. but i loved every second of it.

PARK SEONGHWA

Where Water Turns To Flame - @sungbeam (6.1k)

dragon!sh x dragon!r

♡ Playing With Fire - @ateezmakemeweep (5 parts)

(kinda)sugar daddy!sh x daughter's bff!r

hoooly shit. this was a rollercoaster. a real good rollercoaster. the relationship between the reader and seonghwa is so sweet and hot at the same time. (tbh, during the time eunbi and mrs. park were mad pissed at reader, i was kinda on their side, because if i was in their shoes, i'd be as well, but like i get the reader too, cause it's hwa) and i also love the dynamic between reader and eunbi, especially after the whole shitshow that went down, when eunbi is chill with reader and seonghwa's relationship, it's so hilarious.

JEONG YUNHO

Love Again - @xomakara (6.1k)

single!dad!y x single!mom!r

Guerrilla - @sorryimananti-romantic (27k)

doctor/serial killer!yh x crime author!r

♡ You Can Run But You Can't Hide - @bvidzsoo (25.8k)

vampire hunter!yh x vampire!r

i've been a little vampire fanatic since i was a child, so i really like vampire tropes. and i've especially come to like the vampire x vampire hunter pairing (probably cause of my love for enemies to lovers). the tension between them is crazy and i love it. the detail that did it for me though is the one with feeling pleasure from the biting and drinking from each other. i remember that i've read something with that a very long time ago, and it stuck with me since then. so finally seeing this in a fic again was sooo cool, it's just so intimate. and the small cameos (if you can call it that) of mingi and seonghwa? so tragic, yet so sweet.

Summer's Dive - @santheestallion (30k)

brother's bff!yh x reader

i've actually only read the first part to this, somehow i haven't gotten to read the other two (i think it's two other parts?). until now i totally loved it, and i'm sure the other parts are just as good, i'll have to read them as soon as possble!

KANG YEOSANG

♡ Don't Lean On Me - @sweetinsaniiity (27k)

tsundere!outcast!ys x semi-stalker!r

i'm writing this one day after i read it for the first (and the second) time (11.01.25) and holy shit. in my previous fic rec i've stated that "entropy" (also a ys fic) is my all time fav fic, well this one just tied with it, if it has not even surpassed it (no hate to entropy, it will always have a special place in my heart), cause this is incredible. i love these type of fics and the way yeosang was portrayed here made me feel some type of way (in the best way possible). the small details and gestures from him, oh my god. seriously, if you're as yeosang biased as i am, you definitely need to read this. or just read it anyway, i'll force you if i have to <3

A World In Your Colours - @ bvidzsoo

daycare teacher!ys x florist!r (soulmate au)

CHOI SAN

Stay Focused - @beginningofwonderland (12.5k)

office worker!san x uni student!r

SONG MINGI

My Way - @ sorryimananti-romantic (18k)

guard!mg x princess!r

Orange Soda - @atozfic (13.4k)

single!dad!mg x reader / fwb to lovers

By Her Side - @arilevenatz (8.5k)

bodyguard!mg x princess!r (modern royalty)

i've never read anything like this before. obviously the bodyguard x princess trope is pretty common (and i eat it up every time) but not in the way this was made (with the age gap and all). when i read the summary, i was a bit unsure but i knew i just had to read it, and i was not disappointed. their relationship is so sweet and this fic? AMAZING. and as i'm writing this i'm realizing that i've literally just recommended two mingi fics with this trope, well what can i say? bodyguard!mingi is just *chefs kiss*

♡ Love Me Like A Rockstar - @ bvidzsoo (15 chapters)

uni student/local rockstar!mg x uni student!r

oh dear, i can't even begin to describe. as you can probably tell here, mingi has been on my mind a lot. and this series, wow. i've read this in one evening, i was so invested. tbh, reader was unnecessarily rude to mingi a lot, but like i get it because of her past (though letting it out on mingi wasn't really cool of her, i mean, it wasn't his fault). but seriously, this story is so amazing. from the detail of her suddenly starting to draw mingi instead of yunho to how mingi just suddenly starts being nice to her even if she's still behaving like a jerk. and just when their friendship (love their texting, by the way) starts to progress, reader goes and pulls that shit? i was hooked. and i also was totally on seulgi's side for a second when she called just to shit on reader hahah. anyway, such an amazing and sweet story!!! <3

JUNG WOOYOUNG

coming soon ... (i need to read more about him again, this is my sign)

CHOI JONGHO

♡ (Not) Another Love Song - @yourlocaljonghoe (11.5k)

uni student!jh x uni student!r (roommates to lovers)

her basically only being able to sleep when she listens to jongho's covers on youtube? so cute. and how socially awkward she is? it felt so relatable, because honestly? i'm the same way. normally, i enjoy reading fics with a more confident reader (something that i'm not, but i like to pretend) but it also feels so amazing to read something with a socially awkward reader like here. and the way he covers the song she was talking about to him just like a day earlier?? now that, folks, is love.

POLY/MULTIPLE

♡ Compass Of The Heart - @velvetvisionsaurora (ongoing series)

pirate au // hj x r / sh x r / mg x r / yh x r / wy x r

oh my god. this story is so precious to me you don't understand. the scenes from when they were children? i could have cried. and the way each of the boys has a nickname for her is so cute. and i'm such a sucker for her relationship to mingi. i love the way he is written as like the guy that doesn't talk much and the deep connection between them is so sweet. and generally the way everyone treats her, i love it. i get so excited everytime a new chapter of this gets posted.

Hope you enjoyed these, because i certainly did!!

'Til then, bye bye <3

-Sese

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