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mommypieck · 6 months

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𑄽୧ panties with megumi 𔓘 ᰍ

kinktober day 30: sniff sniff !!!

✯⁠ megumi fushiguro x reader

✯⁠ warnings: panty sniffing, oral (fem receiving), pussy slapping, he fucks u over ur panties

Megumi feels like shit. It's the middle of the way when he decides to visit your room. The problem is that he knows you aren't there, he knows you have training.

The door opens with a creaking sound under his pressure, and he swiftly sneaks inside.

Your room is clean, just as he thought. The thing he desires the most has to be somewhere, but he's not sure where your closet is.

His hand pets the pillows on your head, and he thinks, what if he just… He falls head first into your pillow, sniffing the scent. They smell just like you, the essence of your perfume and hair shampoo. He turns his head around, his eyes meeting the treasured garment.

He grabs your panties off the floor, pressing them right to his nose. A whine leaves his half-parted lips at the smell. So this is how your precious pussy smells. The thought of your pussy being hidden from him by these panties makes his hand.

Megumi palms himself over his pants, your panties still pressed to his nose. he slowly moves his hand into the rhythm of his breathing. Too lost in the moment, he doesn't notice the door opening.

"Megumi, what are you doing?" your scared voice makes him jump on the bed. You caught him red-handed. Megumi shuffles so that he's sitting on the edge of the bed, his body facing you. The panties still lay on the bed.

"Were you sniffing my panties?" you ask him, eyes going wide, you can't believe the words that leave your mouth. It's obvious he's been doing something with your panties, but maybe all of this is just a little misunderstanding. Megumi shakes his head, looking everywhere but at you. He's a really bad liar.

"I didn't know you liked me," you mutter, blushing as you say so. He turns red too, he did all he could to hide it. But he can't deny it anymore, he's completely obsessed with you.

"I like you too much to let you know," he says. He straightens his back when you step closer to him. You stop right in front of the bed in between his legs. Your arms reach to tangle in his arms, and he leans into your touch.

"I can make your dreams come true," you whisper into his ear. His whole body stops, and he looks you straight in the eyes. Megumi doesn't see any mischief in your eyes, only pure lust.

You let out a yelp when he grabs your hips and throws you on the bed. he doesn't waste any time getting in between your legs.

"Let me look at the pair you are wearing right now," he says with a small smile, pulling your underwear down your legs. Your cheeks turn red at the gesture.

A deep exhale is heard in the room as his eyes lay on your pussy. You're just as he imagined - cute and wet.

"Did you like it when you saw me?" he asks you, and you know he's asking about the wetness in between your legs. To be honest, you did like it. You had a crush on Megumi for so long, but you've never thought he would find you attractive too.

"Do you want me to eat you out?" you get even redder under his question. You want him to touch you, but you want to leave it up to him. You just shrug, making him furrow his eyes.

"Answer me" he orders, slapping your pussy. You yelp, thrusting your pussy involuntarily to meet his hand.

"I do," you whine. You want him to finally touch you, to do anything to you.

He smirks at you before kitten-licking at your clit. Just this small touch is like lightning shooting through your body. His whole face is buried in your pussy as he eats out like a man starved. He has been craving tasting you for so long, he thinks he might cry into your pussy. It's just so delicious.

Megumi has never really eaten girls out. He's always found it disgusting. But for the past year when he's been obsessed with you, he dreamt about tasting you.

"Can I fuck you?" he asks you in between licks. He notices the worried look that's on your face.

"I don't have a condom," you confess. You want him to fuck you so bad, but you're not on birth control, and fucking without any protection is risky.

"I have an idea." he smiles at you, fetching your panties. He pulls them on you again, and you wonder what he wants to do. You wanted him to fuck you, and he's dressing you up?

He positions his cock in front of your panties, thrusting it against your clit. The rubbing of his cock against your pussy feels heavenly on both sides. As much as he wants to fuck you, it's pretty to see your panties get wetter and wetter just from rubbing. The garment is wet with both your juices and his pre cum, sticking right to your skin.

His cock bumps into your clit with every stroke of his cock, making you let the nastiest whines. The noises you make are even better than he could ever imagine, and he feels like he's in heaven.

It's embarrassing how close he is to his release when he leans down to kiss you on the lips. You kiss him back sloppily, eager for his lips. For him whole.

"Are you gonna cum with me?" he asks you, stroking your cheek. His heart melts when you lean to meet his hand. You nod your head, moaning in the process. Megumi holds both of your hands, thrusting his body against you a few more times before cumming on your panties. You follow him when you see the mess he made on your underwear and your tummy.

The room is filled with panting until you break it with your laughter.

"I didn't think my afternoon would end up like this," you tell him, fidgeting with your fingers. You want to do this again with him, but you're so scared to confess it to him.

"Me neither, but I'm happy it did. Now let me clean you up, and if you don't mind, I'm gonna take you out to eat."

Megumi's offer sounds appealing, and you're not even scared of gojo-sensei yelling at you for not attending your training.

Megumi feels like shit. It's the middle of the way when he decides to visit your room. The problem is that he knows you aren't there, he knows you have training.

The door opens with a creaking sound under his pressure, and he swiftly sneaks inside.

Your room is clean, just as he thought. The thing he desires the most has to be somewhere, but he's not sure where your closet is.

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helluvapoison · 3 months

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imagine you, a non-pickle-eater, asked everyone in the hotel how they feel about the pickle theory

˚✧₊⁎ Hazbin Hotel Members ⁎⁺˳✧༚

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ

˚✧₊⁎ Charlie ⁎⁺˳✧༚

“Don’t be silly, that’s not a thing!”

“What if it is?” You poorly counter.

“…Shit.”

• She’s 1000% humoring you, she doesn’t really believe the theory! Hoooowever, she’s not taking chances. She doesn’t dislike pickles so, if you do, she’ll eat them to balance everything out! Happy ending!

˚✧₊⁎ Vaggie ⁎⁺˳✧༚

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard in a really long time.” She says with a stoic expression and smidge of adoration.

“Or is it so smart it’s making you dumb?” You raised your brows up and down.

“It’s dumb.”

• You’re lucky she likes pickles. And that you have a semi-cute pouty face. Vaggie will deny, deny, deny that she does this for you if you tell anyone!

˚✧₊⁎ Angel ⁎⁺˳✧༚

“Am I supposed t’eat the pickle or what?”

You’ve been explaining the theory for 7 minutes but he keeps interrupting with innuendos.

“Y’know what? I don’t care anymore, jus’ put it on my plate.”

• Oh yeah, he understood the first time. Angel thinks it’s fucking stupid… but it’s kinda sweet that you like him enough to want to make it work

˚✧₊⁎ Husk ⁎⁺˳✧༚

You approached the bar with a pickle and a smile, the start of a terrible joke, but don’t get a word in before Husk grabs it.

“I needed that.”

“So did I.”

He drops the whole thing into a rouge colored drink.

“That looks disgusting.”

“Don’t knock it yet,” He looks at you expectantly.

You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously before closing your fingers around the glass. It didn’t taste half as bad as you thought it would! You’re so distracted by the drink that you forgot to ask Husk about the theory.

• He’s so relieved his plan worked. Husk has an unadulterated hatred for pickles (too close to cucumbers, which are fucking worse) but he didn’t want you to leave disappointed

˚✧₊⁎ Alastor ⁎⁺˳✧༚

“Let’s spin the question, shall we? What if I didn’t like this odd fruit—“

“Fruit?” You whispered to yourself. He ignored you.

“—would you eat it in a desperate attempt to keep the theory alive?”

Eyeing the pickle with a hint of disgust, you nodded.

Alastor’s voice blurs with static, “Have at it then.”

• You’re surprised he doesn’t let you go through with it. It only gets an inch away from your mouth before Alastor takes it away. He snaps the pickle in half with his sharp teeth and grins at you peculiarly. You’re not sure what to make of the interaction… but smile back and move along

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zhonglisbeloved · 6 months

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LEWD TEXTS. ALHAITHAM.

im not dead and another reminder to check out my friend's content on YouTube :) https://youtu.be/hEs3oxcuBM8?si=CMd5PSx4a7NyyqME Warnings: NSFW, smut, degrading, public sex, spanking, degrading, public humiliation, let me know if I missed any! professor!Alhaitham x afab!student!reader

I want to suck your dick, I want you to fuck my throat and cum inside my mouth

I desperately need your huge cock in my mouth

please fuck your needy slut, Sir

fuck me in public and breed me like the good little girl I am

please Sir I can't wait for class to end, if only you'd dismiss them early and show me who I belong too

you read out loud as embarrassment took over you, your cheeks were now dusted with a red hue, your body growing hotter by the second. you were caught texting in class by your professor boyfriend Alhaitham, and even though he was very lenient in these cases, he knew you were texting him lewd things and he couldn't help but make you read them.

so to satisfy your humiliation kink, he made you stand up and read out loud all the dirty, lewd, and sinful things that you had sent him. he kept a blank expression, ignoring the urge to walk up to you and fuck you right then and there, complying to your words.

some of your classmates looked at you and chuckled with a teasing look, some looked at you shocked and others disgusted, to say that you wanted to dig a whole and hide there forever was a huge understatement. You couldn't explain your feelings, you were turned on and embarrassed.

you swallowed a lump down your throat, clenching your thighs trying to subtly deal with how wet you were. "So, couldn't this wait until the class ended?" he asked you knowing well that your legs were probably shaking, his look was lustful, his pants tightening.

You mumbled a small "sorry" and sat down, the public humiliation had turned you on to the point that you were sure sooner rather than later your panties would be soaking and your arousal would drip down your thighs. you sat down and crossed your legs, wishing for class to end.

he ended the class rather early, it was enough of an indication for you to know that you should prepare yourself to get punished in the classroom itself. soon after the last student exited the class, Alhaitham locked the door and grabbed you.

he bent you over his desk and pulled down your clothes, ripping your underwear right after. your lower body was now on display for him. he spanked your bottom once, twice, thrice and a few more until your bottom was red and tears of pleasure ran down your now completely pink cheeks.

"now what was it that you wanted me to do to you, darling? recite everything properly or you're not getting any of it" he whispered in your ears, your thighs clenched as your arousal dripped further down your thighs to legs, whimpers leaving your parted lips.

"I wanna suck y-your cock, an-d have you-r c-cum down my throat" you stuttered out while pushing your hips backwards the moment you felt his fingers rub your clit. he slapped your clit, making you gasp before turning you around and pushing you on your knees and unbuckling his belt, he pulled down his pants.

"suck" he ordered, you wasted no time in grabbing a hold of his hard and huge cock, you started off by kitty licking the tip, almost teasing him when he suddenly grabbed your hair and pushed your mouth down, his cock reaching into your throat making you gag.

you choked but still managed to pick up the pace and bob your head while swirling your tongue around his shaft to provide more pleasure. his soft moans and groans filled the room letting you know that you're pleasuring him well.

tears formed in your eyes as Alhaitham held your head still and fucked your throat without mercy. you gagged around his cock, you pulled back and sucked on his tip while your hand stroked the rest of his cock on a rather fast pace. you could feel his cock throbbing and the pre cum dripping in your mouth.

you moaned softly at the taste, you suddenly took his entire length in your mouth, deep throating him. he moaned loudly, you looked up at him through your teary eyes as you sucked him off.

soon he was releasing his cum in your mouth, you closed your eyes and took it all the way in, the tip of your nose hitting his lower abdomen. you pulled back and swallowed his seed and opened your mouth to show him.

he let out a satisfied hum and pulled you up, and bent you over the table, "read another one" he commanded while stroking your dripping slit

"fu-ck me in pu-public and breed- breed me like the go-od ah- little girl I am~" you whined out

he then thrusted his cock into your tight hole making you moan out loud. he fucked you mercilessly while he held your hands behind your back "fuck you're so tight sweetheart" he growled.

the room was filled with skin slapping noises and lewd sounds. you whimpered as you felt his hands wrap around your waist and rub figures of eight on your swollen clit. you whined out and moved your hips in sync with his to get more friction and pleasure.

he suddenly stopped thrusting and flipped you over to lay on your back without pulling out. he chuckled at your state and started thrusting again, taking you by surprise. you immediately threw your head back as your eyes rolled to back of your head and your hands found purchase on his broad shoulders

you pushed your legs further apart and close to your chest as you felt your toes curl. you felt a hot pooling feeling in your abdomen as your walls started to clench around his girth. "gonna cum- please Sir let me cum" you whimpered out seeking permission to cum.

cum, my little whore he moaned and released his cum with you in a mating press, breeding you like a slut, you too released your cum at the feeling of being filled up by his warm seed. "good girl, such a well behaved angel for sir" he praised you.

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theostrophywife · 6 months

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kiss with a fist | chapter seven.

masterlist 💋 chapters 💋 playlist

pairing: theodore nott x reader.

song inspiration: it's nice to have a friend by taylor swift.

author's note: more fluff, more banter. this chapter is just self indulgent cuteness.

Being friends with Theodore Nott was strange.

Though you still bickered and bantered, the undertone of your interactions were less hostile and more suggestive in nature. Theo had always been a flirt, but you never realized how good he was at it until your usual response of irritation sharpened into something else. It didn’t help that his presence around you had become more constant now that Luna and Pansy made things official.

“They’re sickeningly adorable,” Theo said as he slid into the bench next to you. “I’m fighting the urge to retch.”

You glanced up to find Pansy and Luna huddled close together, whispering and giggling at one another. “Oh, absolutely vile. No one should be subjected to their shameless canoodling this early in the morning.”

Theo poked your thermos with a piece of french toast. “Just like you shouldn’t subject yourself to that sorry excuse of a coffee flavor.”

You took an exaggerated swig and smiled. “The pumpkin spice is here to stay. You’re free to leave if you don’t like it, Theo.”

His eyes glittered with mischief. “Hmm, maybe I didn’t get a good enough taste last time. I think I’ll try again.”

“Don’t you dare, Theodore,” you warned, cradling your thermos protectively.

“Is it Theodore now?” He asked, raising a brow. “And here I thought I’d earned first name privileges out of that pretty mouth. Amongst other things.”

“Yeah, well, you seem to like abusing the privilege so maybe I should start cutting back on my generosity.”

“I think you’ll find that I’m equally as generous, if not more.” His smirk grew when he noticed you growing flustered. “I’d be happy to demonstrate, Y/N. In a broom closet. In an empty classroom. In either one of our dorms. Hell, even in the middle of this damned hall if you asked.”

“Tempting,” you said sarcastically as you attempted to hide the tinge of red that had crept up your neck behind a curtain of hair. “Sadly, getting expelled for exhibitionism isn’t really on my to do list.”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Suit yourself. Just know that I have no qualms on getting on my knees for you, diavolina.”

You nearly choked on your coffee while Theo smiled innocently.

“Oi! Am I losing it or is this bacon burnt to a crisp?” Mattheo exclaimed as he obnoxiously plopped down next to you.

Enzo sat across from him and took a bite out of his toast. “You did ask for it to be extra fried.”

“I asked for it to be fried, not charred.”

Theo sighed. “What are you two tossers on about now?”

Malfoy appeared out of nowhere and took the spot beside his cousin. “Riddle’s convinced that the house elves are out to get him.”

“They are out to get me! Look at this monstrosity.”

“Yes, I’m sure Winky’s actively planning your demise,” responded Blaise with an eye roll. “You’ve officially lost the plot, mate.”

You blinked, utterly bewildered at how and when you’d adopted the four Slytherins into your circle. Across the table, Pansy frowned in disapproval. Her little bubble of bliss had been abruptly popped by the presence of the boys.

“You lot are scaring our poor Ravenclaw friends.”

Berkshire gave you a sheepish smile. “Sorry, girls. We’re sort of a package deal. When you date one of us, you date the whole lot.”

“Oh, joy,” you deadpanned. “I’ve always wanted to be in a polyamorous relationship.”

Mattheo smirked. “We are quite good at sharing. Aren’t we, boys?”

You wrinkled your nose in disgust. “On second thought, I think I’d prefer dying alone.”

“For Salazar’s sake, you’re even meaner than Pansy,” he muttered at his blackened bacon.

You smiled sweetly. “Aw, is someone a little grumpy because they got served ash for breakfast? Poor little Riddle.”

Malfoy snorted. “I wouldn’t mess with her, Mattheo. You know she almost pushed Vane off the bleachers the other day.”

“I did not!”

Theo chuckled. “Yeah, but you wanted to.”

You bit back a smile. “Maybe a little.”

“Everyone is talking about the dressing down you gave her,” Enzo said. “You’re kind of a badass, Y/N.”

Pansy rolled her eyes. “More badass than you boys will ever be. Now stop pestering the poor girl and let her eat breakfast in peace.”

Despite the rough start, the rest of the meal was actually quite enjoyable. The Slytherins fought and argued like siblings, but you could tell that they all cared deeply for one another. No matter how much they teased and taunted each other, the boys were like rowdy brothers and Pansy, their elder sister and glue of the family. They all seemed to defer to the fearsome witch and you couldn’t blame them.

Parkinson was terrifying, but in the most amusing way.

As you wrapped up the morning, Pansy turned and the boys immediately fell silent. “Don’t forget our trip to Hogsmeade at the end of the week. You’re invited too, Y/N.”

“I have to stu—”

Pansy held her palm up. “Don’t bother. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Mattheo snickered. “What’s the matter, Y/N? Are you and Notty boy too busy eating each other’s gel—”

“Finish that sentence and I will impale you with my fork.”

Malfoy smirked. “Please do, Y/N. I’d like front row tickets to the show.”

“In that case, it’ll be a hundred galleons. A bargain, considering how deep those pockets are, Malfoy.”

“Violence and extortion?” Blaise asked with a sly smile. “I can see why young Theodore is enamored with you, Y/N.”

Theo rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Zabini.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “You’re all honestly giving me a migraine. Parkinson, seeing as you’ve given me no choice, count me in for Hogsmeade. Loons, I’ll see you back at our dorm. To the rest of you, please do consider a refresher on manners. Except for you, Berkshire. You’re a sweetheart. No idea why you’re friends with this lot.”

Enzo blushed to the tips of his ears. The rest of the boys protested, but you were already halfway through the Great Hall to entertain their complaints.

“Enzo’s a sweetheart, is he?” Theo asked, smoothly matching your stride as you walked across the sunny courtyard.

“Jealousy isn’t a good look on you, Nott.”

He gasped, clutching his heart. “First Theodore, now Nott? You wound me, Y/N.”

The crisp autumn air filled your lungs as you and Theo sauntered through the castle grounds. “Following me now? Zabini was right. You are enamored with me.”

“Oh, absolutely enthralled, darling. You have bewitched me—mind, body, and soul.”

“You did not just quote Jane Austen to me.”

“I saw your tattered copy of Pride and Prejudice,” Theo said with a smirk. “I imagine quoting Mr. Darcy is a bit like foreplay to you.”

“Foreplay implies that you’re going to get lucky, which you’re not.”

“Is that why you’re leading me into a secluded forest?”

“I’m not leading you anywhere. You’re choosing to follow me. Stalking is the more accurate descriptor.”

“Maybe I’m curious as to why you’re going into the Forbidden Forest by yourself. Don’t tell me you’re meeting a handsome Mr. Darcy type out here.”

“Close. I’m here to meet Henry.”

Theo paused, furrowing his brows. “Who in the bloody hell is Henry?”

“You’ll see.”

The forest thickened and the unmistakable crunch of the freshly fallen leaves echoed in the clearing as you trotted on them with your boots. You stood underneath a towering oak tree whose gnarled roots choked the damp earth underneath your feet. As loud as you could manage, you placed two fingers in your mouth and whistled.

Beyond the tree line, a soft rustling emerged. You turned and found Henry galloping towards you. The thestral was barely a few weeks old, small and spindly with milky eyes and a sharp snout. He flapped his bat-like wings shyly as you knelt to the earth. You patted between his horns and smiled at the baby thestral.

“Theo, meet Henry.”

Theo crouched beside you. “Hello, Henry.”

The foal peered curiously at Theo. Henry glanced up as you gave him a reassuring nod.

“You can pet him, if you’d like. He’s fond of ear scratches and belly rubs.”

Theo looked unsure for a moment before gently scratching behind Henry’s ear. The baby thestral cooed and melted into his touch.

“Here, you can help me feed him too.”

You pulled out a sack of treats and handed some to Theo. “Henry’s quite young, so he’s not able to hunt for himself yet. Hagrid said that these treats will keep him healthy and fed until he gets his bearings.”

“I didn’t know that they could be this small. I just always assumed that all thestrals emerged as full adults.”

“Most of them are. The birth of a thestral is actually quite rare. This one here is the first baby born in over a decade.”

Theo nodded as Henry happily devoured the treats. There was a small smile on his face as the small horse nuzzled its snout into his palm. “I didn’t realize that you could see them too.”

“Yeah, after the war I’m able to see them as clear as day.” You scratched underneath Henry’s chin. “I suppose most of the school can, too. I think they look at the thestrals and see the loss of innocence. The price of war. The death and carnage. But when I see this little guy, I’m reminded of all the sacrifices that others have made so that I could be here. Henry symbolizes a new beginning. It’s not always pretty, but it’s real.”

The foal cooed as he basked in attention and affection. You and Theo played with him for a few minutes, giving him scratches after he diligently finished the last of his food. The thestral whinied in thanks before heading beyond the trees again. Henry flapped his wings happily, stirring the autumn leaves below him as he skittered off.

“Will he be alright?” Theo asked.

“He’s got his mum. She’ll look after him.”

Theo smiled a bit. “I suppose she will.”

The two of you walked back towards the castle in comfortable silence. In the past few weeks, Hogwarts had been suspended between autumn and winter. The air was tinged with chill and frost, but the first snowfall of the season was late in its arrival and you couldn’t wait for the day when snow covered the castle grounds again.

You had always adored snow. One of your earliest memories was waking up on Christmas morning to find London covered in a glittering blanket of white. You always considered that moment as your first real glimpse of magic. Especially after you and your mum spent the entire day making snow angels in the front yard while your father snapped pictures.

“What was your mum like, Theo?” you asked, your breath forming a cloud in front of you.

Theo slipped his hands in his pockets. “Beautiful. Smart. Funny. That’s what I remember most about her. She had a wicked sense of humor. We used to pull all sorts of pranks on each other when I was little.” He grinned as he recalled a memory. “She rigged my very first broom to make farting sounds every time I flew. Malfoy laughed so hard he tumbled into a bush.”

“That must have been fun growing up.”

“It was. Mum was a lot of fun, but she could be strict too. I swear I knew all of the basic spells and wand movements before I even stepped foot in school. She said I had to ace my studies at Hogwarts if I wanted to get into Cambridge.”

You smiled. “What was her favorite subject?”

“Most would guess potions, but it was actually a close tie with transfiguration. Mum once turned Goyle’s dad’s sock into a snake after he made fun of her haircut in fifth year. Professor McGonagall still brings it up to this day. Says mum was one of her best students.”

“I bet,” you said with a chuckle. “Now I know where you get all your mischievousness from.”

“My nonna always said that raising me was like raising her all over again. I swear, the old bat holds herself back from calling me Vittoria half of the time.”

“Is that your mum’s name? Vittoria?” Theo nodded. “It’s very pretty.”

“It means victory. My family is very intentional with names.”

“What does Theodore mean?”

“Divine gift.”

“It seems fitting for someone who generally acts like they’re a gift from above.”

Theo rolled his eyes fondly. His expression turned serious as you rounded through the Black Lake. “For years, mum tried and failed to get pregnant. Her health was already precarious to begin with and the healers told her that having children would be difficult. When she discovered that she was pregnant with me, mum called me her little miracle.”

“That’s so sweet.”

“I’m not sure how much of a miracle I turned out to be though. After she had me, mum’s health declined. She was bedridden a lot of the time until she passed. My father always said that she might’ve lived longer had I not been born.”

His jaw clenched. You were aware that Theo didn't have the best relationship with his father. The elder Nott had always seemed cold and standoffish the few times you'd glimpsed him on the platform with Theo. By their stiff interactions, it was easy to surmise that they weren't very close. Whatever obligatory ties they might've had was swiftly severed after Theo testified against his father after the war.

Despite the fact that he was locked far away in Azkaban, you hated that Mr. Nott still had the power to hurt his son. Even if it was just cruel words from the past.

"I'm glad you were." You bumped him with your hip. “What a dreary world it would’ve been without you, Theodore Nott.”

Theo bumped you back, catching you around the waist. “What about you? What are your mum and dad like?”

“My dad’s a conductor for the philharmonic, but he was a musician years before that. He can play pretty much every instrument. My mum’s a barrister. I used to put on her wig and robes and pretend that I was defending a case like I’d seen her do at court.”

“That explains a lot,” Theo mused thoughtfully. “The angry piano playing. The constant arguing. I feel like I’m truly getting a full picture of you, Y/N.” You stuck your tongue out rather petulantly, which only made Theo chuckle. “What about siblings?”

You shook your head. “I’m an only child.”

“So am I,” he said. “Though I never truly felt like it. I have an exorbitant amount of cousins. The Marchesis reproduce like rabbits, but it made for a fun childhood. Plus, there’s Pansy and the boys who are pretty much my family at this point. We’ve all known each other since birth.”

“That must’ve been nice. All my cousins were significantly older, so I was never really around children my age until I came here. All the other muggle kids thought I was too serious and grown up and I thought they were all childish and quite stupid.”

“That doesn’t surprise me one bit.” Theo draped his arm over your shoulder, ruffling your hair. “Did you ever get lonely?”

“No. My parents were my best friends, as lame as that sounds.”

“I don’t think it sounds lame at all.”

You grinned. “Besides them, Luna was the first friend I ever made. Now, she’s more like a sister to me and I feel rather protective of her.”

“Pansy told me you interrogated her about her intentions.”

You shrugged. “Just covering my bases.”

“You know, Pansy’s mum and my mum were friends back then. She was overprotective of her friends too.”

“Sounds like my kind of witch.”

A faint smile bloomed on Theo’s face. “It’s nice to be able to talk about her.”

“That’s what friends are for, Theo.”

He stopped at the edge of the lake. Theo towered over you, nearly covering your small frame from view. He brushed his knuckles against your jaw, studying you thoughtfully. “Is that what we are, amorina? Friends?”

You tilted your chin up and met his gaze head on. “Yes. Is that a problem?”

“Not at all. I’ll be whatever you want, Y/N,” Theo said as he traced your bottom lip with his thumb. “As long as I get to do this.”

Theo closed the gap between you and your breath stalled as his arm snaked around your waist. He pulled you flush against him, his mouth inches away from your own. Theo studied you for a moment, taking in your flushed cheeks and dilated pupils before pressing his lips against yours. A tingling sensation set your body alight as he kissed you with a burning devotion reserved for the most ardent zealot.

The kiss was a prayer, an alm, a petition to the divine, but the words were in a language that you couldn’t understand.

His eyes burned like a funeral pyre and you felt the heat of it brush against your very core. Theo brushed his thumb against your cheek, his voice as rough and calloused as his touch.

“Sono pazzo di te.”

“I’m afraid that’s beyond my grasp of the Italian language. What did you say, Theo?”

Theo smiled. “I said I’ll race you to Charms!”

Before he even finished the sentence, Theo took off running. You yelled after him, cheeks red and hair streaming behind you as you chased him up the steps. You were out of breath and panting and very aware of how ridiculous you looked, but it was also the hardest you’ve ever laughed in your life.

The formal invitation to Professor Slughorn’s dinner came on the same day of the Hogsmeade trip. Up until then, you had successfully put the whole thing out of your mind, but the letter in your hand pushed it back to the forefront. By the time the last class rolled around, it was all you could think about.

Luna could tell that you were distracted as you walked through the castle halls. “Are you still thinking about the dinner?” she asked.

You sighed. “Honestly, I’ve put it out of my mind for this long, but I know I can’t keep avoiding it.”

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

“A year ago, it wouldn’t have even been a choice. I would’ve jumped at the chance to attend, but now…”

“Things have changed,” Luna said.

“It isn’t fair, Loons. After the war, I thought things would get better, but there’s still so much shit to dredge through.”

“There’s always going to be shit to dredge through, Y/N. The good news is that you have people to tackle it with.”

“I think the people make it harder.”

“Because you care,” she said with a smile. “You don’t have to lead with your head all the time, you know. Sometimes it’s okay to let your heart call the shots.”

You groaned, rubbing your temples. “I feel like I’m in one of these cheesy muggle soap operas. What choice will Y/N make today?”

“Whatever you choose, I will support you. I already spoke with Harry and told him to keep an eye on you should you choose to go.”

“Did Theo put you up to this?”

She shook her head. “We’ve had…conversations about it. I’m perfectly aware that Theo has strong opinions on the matter, but Pans and I would be glad to give him a stern talking to on your behalf.”

“I appreciate it, Loons. You know, I wasn’t sure about Parkinson at first, but I think she’s quite good for you. Terrifying, but good.”

You truly meant it. Over the past few weeks, you had gotten to know Pansy and the rest of the Slytherin gang quite well. Mostly because they seemed to follow Parkinson around like lost puppies, which was amusing in and of itself. Regardless, you had grown fond of the little terrors.

“My girlfriend in a nutshell.” Luna’s serene smile turned serious as she touched your arm. “I know I’ve been busy with Pans lately, but I want you to know that I’m always here for you, Y/N. You know you can talk to me about anything.”

You smiled and squeezed her hand. “I know, Loons. You’re a great friend. Even though you adopted five bumbling idiots without my consent.”

She chuckled. “Oh, I only brought four into the fold. One of them was already yours to begin with.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Speaking of which, what is the situation between you and Theodore? Pans will not stop pestering me about it.”

“We’re…friends.”

“Friends who sneak into each other’s dorms at all hours of the night, take strolls together in the Forbidden Forest, and stargaze at the Astronomy Tower. That kind of friend?”

You flushed. “It’s complicated.”

“I’m not judging,” Luna declared. “I happen to think that you two are adorable together.”

“Who’s adorable together?” asked the obnoxious voice of none other than Mattheo Riddle.

The boys were huddled by the castle entrance, dressed in comfortable layers. The last week of October had brought chill and frost, but snow had yet to make an appearance.

“You and the sound of silence,” you retorted with a smile.

Theo, Blaise, and Draco tried and failed to suppress their laughter. Enzo bit back a smile, which fooled absolutely no one. Pansy just sighed exasperatedly.

“Do you see?” Mattheo cried. “She’s always so mean to me.”

Theo draped an arm over your shoulder. He was dressed in a green and silver striped sweater with a pair of casual jeans and slightly scuffed trainers. The ensemble resembled something that the boys back home might’ve worn, but for some reason it looked a thousand times better on Theo.

“Don’t worry, mate. She’s mean to everyone.”

“Not to me,” Enzo said proudly.

You grinned. Out of all the boys, you admittedly had a soft spot for Berkshire. He always had a stash of treats from Honeydukes to share during your study sessions and was just genuinely nice to everyone no matter what house they were in.

“Obviously Enzo’s my favorite.”

“That’s not fair,” Draco complained. “He bribes you with fudge.”

“Better step it up then, Malfoy.”

“Honestly, I’m offended,” Blaise said rather dramatically. “I shared my expensive face creams with you, Y/N. Doesn’t that mean anything?”

“And it was a very special night, Zabini. But you can’t beat chocolate.”

Pansy rolled her eyes. “Let’s go before you lot derail this whole trip with your madness.”

“Coming, mum,” you said brightly.

Parkinson glared at you, but it was short-lived given Luna’s giggle. The blonde took Pansy by the hand and your comment was all but forgotten.

As always, the charming village of Hogsmeade was littered with your fellow students. High Street was decorated for All Hallow’s Eve, complete with enchanted pumpkins, floating cauldrons, and charmed skeletons that popped up to frighten the witches and wizards strolling through the busy shops.

The group entered Gladrags first. The boys, with the exception of Draco and Blaise, immediately occupied the benches towards the front of the clothing store. You took advantage of the peace and quiet and perused the rows and rows of rich robes, quirky hats, and crazy patterned socks. Though you preferred the simplicity of muggle clothing, you had to admit that the wizarding world offered some interesting choices in attire.

After half an hour, your group walked out with nearly half the store. The Slytherins took the phrase ‘shop until you drop’ into a whole other level. The purchases that Pansy, Blaise, and Draco were so heavy that it had to be carted off back to the castle.

You visited Dervish and Banges in which the boys spent an exorbitant amount of galleons on quidditch equipment. The group then made its way to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes where Mattheo almost lost a finger faffing around with a nose-biting teacup. Draco and Blaise stayed behind to wait for Mattheo and Enzo to ensure that they made it to dinner with all of their appendages intact, while Pansy and Luna popped into Madam Puddifoot’s for some chamomile tea, leaving you and Theo to explore Scrivenshaft’s on your own.

“You didn’t have to come with,” you said as you examined the new stock of stationary. “I’m sure watching the Weasley twins hustle Riddle out of his money is much more entertaining than looking at boring old quills.”

“It’s alright, I don’t mind. Besides, Mattheo’s a big boy. He can handle himself.”

You snorted as you picked up a quick writing quill. “Oh, I don’t know. Riddle might need his knight in shining armor to rescue him from those villainous redheads.”

Theo smirked. “You think I’m a knight in shining armor?”

“Hmmm…” you cocked your head and examined him. “You’re more like the sarcastic sidekick, I think.”

“I’ll remember that, Y/N.”

“Add it to the list,” you said with a sly smile. “I’m sure you’ve got a running tally on the countless times I’ve bruised your fragile ego.”

Theo clutched his heart. “Mattheo’s right. You are mean.”

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it.”

His lips curved up into a dangerous smirk. Theo leaned over you, bracing one arm against the shelf behind you to cage you in. “Oh, I do, but I enjoy fucking the attitude right out of you even more.” You swallowed thickly, backing into the bookshelf. Theo’s eyes flickered with amusement. “Not so feisty now, are we?”

You rolled your eyes and smacked him against his chest. “You’re an absolute pest, do you know that?”

“Add it to the list,” he responded cheekily.

The flirting and banter followed you all the way out of the stationary shop. You and Theo argued for ten minutes after he took the shopping bag out of your hands and carried it for you.

“I’m perfectly capable of toting my own things around, thank you very much.”

He shrugged. “A gentleman never lets a lady carry her own bags.”

“I wasn’t aware you were a gentleman.”

“Only when I want to be,” Theo said. “You should take advantage of it. You never know when it’ll happen again.”

You rolled your eyes, tugging at the bag in his hands. “Give me back my bag, Theodore.”

“Drop it or I’ll haul you over my shoulder and carry you around the village instead.”

“Fine, you win this round.”

Theo smiled triumphantly. “Y/N admitting defeat? This calls for a celebration. Honeydukes it is.”

The candy shop smelled as magnificent as it always did. Rows and rows of rainbow colored treats greeted you in every direction. You felt as giddy as you had in first year when the trolley of succulent-looking sweets passed through the aisles of the Hogwarts Express. You picked out your favorites—cauldron cakes, nougat chunks, and pumpkin pasties.

Though the shop was packed to the brim, you moved easily among the aisles as Theo cleared the way. He quirked a brow at the mountain of sweets cradled in your arms, but said nothing as you marched up to the register.

“Will that be all, miss?” asked the kindly shopkeeper.

“And a batch of your freshly made fudge,” Theo requested. “Put it on my tab, Mrs. Flume.”

“Of course. Anything for you, Theodore.”

The shopkeeper disappeared at the back of the shop to fetch the fudge. You nudged Theo with your elbow.

“I can’t let you pay for all of this,” you hissed sharply.

“Of course you can. I’m disgustingly rich, remember?”

“I know, but it wouldn’t be right.”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “You’ve put up with my friends for weeks on end. Consider this as payment.”

“This more than makes up for the debt. It’s not even equal at this point.”

“Oh, don’t worry. Half of this is for my benefit. Can’t have Berkshire beating me for that number one spot, can I?”

You chuckled. “Are you trying to bribe me, Theo?”

“That depends. Is it working?”

The mouth-watering scent of freshly made fudge hit you as Mrs. Flume handed Theo a large pink bag. Bribe or not, Theo was definitely on his way to dethrone Enzo as your favorite.

“You’ll spoil your dinner,” Theo said as you popped a square of fudge into your mouth. The chocolate dissolved on your tongue as you released a sigh of satisfaction.

“What are you, the chocolate police?”

“What’s a police?”

“They’re like aurors, but without wands.”

“Well, one could argue that the amount of sweets you’re about to consume is a threat to public safety.”

“Would you rather I be a threat to your safety instead?”

“I’d say you’re already doing a rather excellent job of that.”

You stuck your tongue out, but Theo didn’t seem to notice as he looked behind you. The bell chimed softly as you exited Honeydukes only to walk right into a winter wonderland. The cobblestone streets were as crowded as ever, but many stalled in their path to look up at the flecks of white falling from the sky. A gentle breeze sent a scatter of snowflakes to pile up in the storefronts, decorating High Street with glitter and wonder.

The first snowfall of the season certainly did not disappoint. You ran out into the street, catching snowflakes on your tongue while laughing giddily. Theo watched with a small smile as you twirled around, your blue and gold scarf blurring while you spun and spun underneath the clear, blue sky.

“Easy there,” he said, catching you around the waist before you could slip on a patch of ice. “I’ve never seen anyone get this excited over a bit of snow.”

“It’s the first snowfall of the season!” you exclaimed. Theo chuckled as you dragged him out of the busy streets, weaving through shoppers and villagers alike. You didn’t stop until you reached the end of the village. “Come on, you have to see the view.”

At the edge of the small, sleepy village, you could see the blanket of snow covering Hogsmeade. It made everything glitter as the sun disappeared over the horizon. You felt so happy that your heart could burst.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Snow dotted his mop of curly brown hair, the glittering flakes catching in his long lashes as he stared down at you. “Yeah,” he murmured, releasing a cloudy breath. “The most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”

Theo’s gaze softened. He reached out and brushed the snowflakes off your bottom lip with his thumb. The nervous bob of his throat was so uncharacteristically earnest that you nearly did a double take.

“I want you to go to that dinner tomorrow night, Y/N.” His voice was soft and carried none of the argumentative tone that it usually did when you discussed Slughorn’s dinner. “I understand why you don’t want to and believe me, I wholeheartedly agree. But I’d never forgive myself if I stood in the way of the one thing you’ve been working for since first year.”

You sighed. “It’s not just you, Theo. It’s Pansy. Draco. Blaise. Enzo. Even Mattheo. I don’t want to support anything that alienates my—my…friends.”

Until this moment, you hadn’t realized how fond and protective you’ve grown for the Slytherins. Somewhere between quiet mornings sipping freshly brewed coffee with Pansy, game nights in Malfoy’s ridiculously huge dorm, studying with Enzo in the Great Hall, comparing skincare products and exchanging tips with Blaise, and even riling up Mattheo with your ridiculous arguments, the little group had stolen their way into your heart.

They were your friends and you would do anything for your friends.

“All of us think that you should go. After all, there’s nothing more Slytherin than turning something terrible into a golden opportunity. If you get that recommendation, you’d be the first muggleborn member of the M.E.S.P., so you have to go. Go and make your favorite serpents proud, Y/N.”

Warmth spread through your chest. You could tell that Theo felt strongly about this. That he truly and genuinely cared about what an opportunity like this meant for a muggleborn witch like yourself.

You found yourself nodding after a moment. “Fine, I’ll go but you have to let me eat another piece of fudge.”

Theo smiled and those charming dimples peeked out of each cheek. “Not a chance in hell, dolcezza.”

You groaned dramatically. “Is that all or are you going to start lecturing me on my irresponsible consumption of sweets again?”

Watercolor eyes flickered over you. “There is something else,” he said softly. “There’s something that I’ve been meaning to tell you, Y/N. I think you’ve already guessed by now but I—I think I’m—”

Before Theo could finish his sentence, a snowball hit him square in the chest. You yelped as a barrage of snow came raining down upon you. High up on the hill, Mattheo and Enzo skittered between the trees. Your would-be attackers laughed as they continued to hurl snowballs in your direction.

“You’re dead, mate!” Theo bellowed as he dragged you behind him. “You two are absolutely and positively dead.”

The two of you crouched behind a large rock. You peeked around the corner, trying to calculate your next steps. Pushing past whatever moment the boys had interrupted between you and Theo, you turned to your curly headed companion with a smile.

“I know that look,” Theo accused. “You have a plan, don’t you?”

“You still have those dung bombs from the twins?”

He nodded and handed over the array of goodies he purchased from the Weasleys. The plan came to fruition a few minutes later. Mattheo and Enzo were safe up on their high hill, but you and Theo were not about to let that deter you. He followed as you crept up the fortress, keeping guard as you palmed a snowball in your hand.

Mattheo spotted you first. He hurled snow at you, but you easily dodged his attack. When he left himself exposed, you flung the snowball with all your might. It hit him in the leg before exploding and drenching him with the stench of dung. Riddle nearly retched at the foul smell while Enzo doubled over in laughter.

Theo took advantage of the situation and hurled his own snowball at Enzo’s stomach. Within seconds, the stench worsened. The two boys threw their remaining snowballs on the ground and signaled their surrender.

“Dung bombs?” Riddle exclaimed as you came closer. “Nice touch, Notty boy.”

“Don’t look at me, mate. It was all Y/N.”

Mattheo’s eyes widened. Enzo burst into laughter. “Told you not to mess with her,” Berkshire said as he cast a scouring charm over the both of them.

“I’ve got to give it to you, Y/N.” Mattheo said with an impressed tone. “You’re more devious than I gave you credit for.”

“You have no idea what you just started, Riddle,” you declared with a triumphant smirk. “If i were you, I’d sleep with one eye open tonight.”

You flashed him the most evil smile you could muster before dusting yourself off and heading down the hill. The boys stared after you before following.

“I am genuinely afraid of her,” Mattheo murmured.

You didn’t have to turn around to know that Theo was smirking. “Now you know how I feel, mate.”

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star-suh · 7 months

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Taeyong x btm male reader the reader and ty are both leaders of nct and while doing the 24hr reley cam fans see some hickeys on the reader neck and lower stomach while tybhas some on his colorbones...hehe and then we maybe get a flashback when they were getting heated in the living room and then Johnny comes in while he does his reley cam and yeaaa idk tbh feel free to ignore it

Natural Born Fuckers

lee taeyong x male reader

cw: idol au, y/n is part of nct, y/n is also nct's leader, hickeys, top taeyong, blowjobs (both receiving), mating press, breeding, spit kink, sweat kink, marking kink, implied multiple rounds, some johnny sprinkled at the end.

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the relay cam video of the two leaders of nct has been just released, fans were watching how y/n and taeyong were having fun, laughing, cooking and all those things throughout the whole video until they noticed something. in social media was trending how y/n has some spots in his neck and lower stomach that look like hickeys and taeyong has some on his collarbones too, captions like "tae/n is real", "that should be me", "who's the lucky one?" or "they can top me" accompanied the pics. but what really happened? let's go back to a night before they recorded that fucking video…

y/n and taeyong we're both cooking, between them there was always some sexual tension, constant eye contact and teasing was made between them making everything escalate quickly.

"taeyong pass me the sausage" asked y/n, taeyong wanting to tease him replied "which one" putting his hand on top of his bulge. y/n's eyes widened and he blushed "don't be disgusting" he says grabbing the sausage and taeyong laughed "this one's bigger tho" murmured y/n teasing taeyong back. "shut up, you haven't even seen it" he fought back, "no need to, i just know it" said y/n.

taeyong slapped y/n's shoulder "if you want to see it just tell me" he then grabbed y/n by the jaw and whispered "but you're not going to try it. i know you're going to want it after you see it". they made eye contact and just went with their feelings, a very hungry kiss, teeth clashing between them like they've wanted that for a long time. "if you wanted this… should've told me before young one" says taeyong between kisses, "don't act as if you… didn't wanted this too" replied y/n caressing taeyong's cheeks who grabbed y/n by the neck to deepen the kiss. "let's go to our room" said taeyong panting.

both discarded their clothes while kissing. they were so eager to have sex that they forgot to lock the door… y/n leaned on the bed while taeyong did the same on top of him, kissing y/n in his neck while leaving hickeys "gonna mark you so you can remember this night forever" said taeyong going down y/n's body leaving some kisses and hickeys in his lower tummy, until he reaches y/n's cock and started to suck it "it tastes so good. fuck" said taeyong while staring directly at y/n's eyes like a hunter looking at his prey "don't look at me like that bastard" said y/n shyly covering his eyes with his arm.

taeyong then settled in a 69 pose "go on, suck it" he demanded to y/n who opened his eyes meeting taeyong's big cock "shit, that's so big" he gasped. "c'mon weren't you saying before that it was smaller than that sausage?. c'mon you can take it babe" y/n slapped taeyong's tummy "asshole" he murmured. both were sucking their dicks as of they were lollipops, hungry for tasting each other's pre-cum, "fuck~ how much i love hearing you gagging on my dick" the older stopped sucking y/n's dick and started to mouthfuck him, using him as an onahole "it's not that small after all huh?" taeyong said, reproaching y/n's past comment. y/n tapped taeyong's thigh signaling him to stop and he did, "what happened?" he asked worriedly. "nothing i just don't want you to cum in my mouth" y/n replied opening his legs right before, taeyong smirked understanding what y/m means "ok" he simply answered positioning himself quickly between y/n legs and sliding his cock into his tight hole.

"you have no idea how long i've been waiting for this" says y/n, "me too" replied taeyong who kissed y/n and then spat into his mouth "swallow it" demanded the top scooping his saliva with his fingers and introducing them on y/n's mouth so he can suck on them. taeyong was pounding hard into y/n's ass "it feels like heaven" thought taeyong, enjoying the pleasure given by y/n's hole.

taeyong then grabbed y/n's both legs and push them towards y/n's upper body and fucked him in a mating press position, y/n's face clearly showing the pleasure that taeyong was giving him, the tip of his cock brushing y/n's prostate. "fuck yeah like that, keep ruining me like that" begged the younger, "dont worry boy, i'm not gonna stop fucking this amazing hole" said the older speeding up his thrusting pace, y/n's face was now in front of taeyong's collarbone that was drenched in sweat so he decided to lick it and leave some hickeys on the collarbones, "not gonna let you forget this night too" says y/n and taeyong smiled "you look so cute while being fucked" then both kissed passionately, spitting in each other's mouths.

"i'm cumming" y/n commented "wait for me" said taeyong "let's cum together. yeah?", "yes" replied y/n. both speeding up their paces, white ropes of cum were shooted from y/n's cock to all his abdomen and chest while taeyong cummed inside y/n growling like a beast. "did you like it?" asked taeyong, "i loved it" answered y/n kissing taeyong. the top pulled out his cock from y/n's hole watching his cock smeared in his cum and how it's dripping down the bottom's gaping hole "get ready y/n i'm gonna fuck out that cum out of you" says the older introducing his cock again, "you have all night for that" said y/n smiling at him, making faces showing how much pleasure he's feeling and restraining his moans so no ona can hear them…

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"ok guys, this here is the leaders' room" said johnny to the camera who was facing at him, only showing his face, "let's see what are they doing", he opened the door making a surprised face he then tried to hide it "oh it seems that they're busy now" he laughed and smiled to the camera "i'm gonna keep continuing showing you all the rest of the dorms, ok?" said the man who had to continue recording only his face due to the huge bulge forming in his pants, from the scene he just witnessed.

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tiyoin · 1 month

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Twisted anxiety reader in a singing contest show (MHAHAMHAHAH) It would be a reason why she was singing in the woods.

✨ imagine✨

MC is feeling useless and unhelpful and just wants to pull their weight in supporting the dorm and stuff. Just overall trying to be more useful to Yuu.

So she overhears smth about a anonymous singing contest and the winner will get $5000 which for mc, Yuu and Grimm that's a lot of money. And 2nd and 3rd also has cash prizes. I think she goes for 2nd place ,so she has the money of 1st without the popularity of 1st. So she puts her fears to the side (🤨no she doesn't) to help her friend and cat.

I see this contest being an online voting type thing. Also celebs 😉 do go on the show to help promote it, to judge them and what ever else they do.

In the show they give the contestants a "wish"/ charm that can help them with their performance (enter ✨shimmers✨ & instruments magic that was talked about). It what makes the show popular

Now we give MC song/writing abilities. She honestly has a diary of kind. She needs it.( Torture her bout it later😈)

Now I'm sure we wondering how does this come into play

THEY THINK THE SONGS ARE ABOUT THEM

They'll all find a way to connect the songs to themselves. If songs says an eye color or hair color the characters with said color goes crazy about it.

Enchanted by Taylor Swift is one that comes to mind as a song that everyone relates to.

Rook/ jade would send clips of MC singing on the show and "THIS IS THE VOICE I HEARD"

I have so many sub-plots for twisted singer reader.

Also I'm really glad to like hearing things like this. I was really nervous to send the asks.

More to come along at one point or another ☺️☺️

i immediately thought of “ivory skin and eyes of emerald green” from jolene and rook just going:

shout out to @/a-twistedheartslonging because i WILL NOT stop using this cute little rook meme they made fldkaldkakwkdkxkakdkfhx

OH MY GOD READER IS SO NERVY AND SCARED AND THINKING SOOO MUCH ABOUT THIS SINGING COMPETITION AHHHHH

they’re physically reacting to thinking about it. they’re nervous tics come out (that happens to me, whenever i’m suppppper nervous i start chanting and get anxiety induced tics) and yuu and grim are getting worried because nothing has happened, so why are you so anxious?

OH MY GOD HAHSHSHAH IMAGINE THE WHOLE CONTEST IS FILLED WITH INTROVERTS HAHDHAHAHAH they all get to suffer at our expense

MUWHAHAHAHSHZHHAH AHHHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAH😈😈😈

*clears throat* anyways 🙂

reader : *sings enchanted*

ALL of the guys she made eye contact with that week: …so you’re proposing?

OH MY GOD MAYBE ROOK AND JADE (for totally separate reasons) SEND IN A CLIP THEY TOOK OF Y/N SINGING AND SENDING IT TO THE SHOW BAHAHSHAHA

idk maybe there’s some super duper advanced magical technology (marvel’s equivalent of ‘quantum’) and y/n gets an invitation and they’re like????

I DIDNT EVEN DO ANYTHING YET

THE CELEBRITY ENDORSEMENT IS SOOO REAL-

ROOK BRINGING VIL TO THE FOREST WHOSE GRUMBLING ABOUT HOW HE HAS HOMEWORK AND HOW THIS’LL THROW HIS SCHEDULE OFF-

“non non! roi du poison you must come with me avec hâte!” (with haste)

and they’re crouched behind a rock for a few minutes and vil is annoyed because rook is doing rook things again and he does not have time for this. especially not today because he has to find someone to endorse for the music show he volunteered to judge.

only problem: EVERYONE SUCKS OR HAS AN UGLY PERSONALITY!! vil is disgusted by the cockiness and the greediness of these… influencers who paid their way to be on the show.

it puts a horrible taste in his mouth, especially with how shameless they are to try and win his favor. he’s not some cheap executive they can bribe to put their foot through the door, especially with their lack luster… abilities.

vil almost called it talent, but you had to be good to have that.

just as he’s about to voice his complaints and leave, rook’s grip on his shoulder stopped him from moving and the finger to his lips stopped him from breathing. vil was visibly shocked because rook never put hands on him, especially like this.

there was a snap of a twig up ahead. rook’s forest green eyes flicked to the horizon a few times, head too, urging him to look.

and he’s more than pleasantly surprised to see… you- well as much of yourself that you would allow the watchful eyes of the trees see. your ceremonial robe covering your short stature.

rook looked at vil expectingly, but vil was still confused, so what if a student was in the woods? unless it was his own this was a problem rook should bring up to the other house wardens. and it wasn’t illegal, nor against the school rules so-

then, you started singing.

he couldn’t recognize the song. but he could recognize the passion. yes you were untrained and flat in a few sections but that didn’t matter. you were good, pitchy but good.

song after song, sometimes repeating a few as you danced and bowed your heart away.

he wasn’t sure how much time passed but it was a considerable amount since the sun that once well over the trees now peeked through the canopy and was gazing longingly at the moon.

cursing, you looked around, bent down to collect the things you brought with you, and scurried away towards another entrance towards the forest.

vil was quick to react, to follow but rook stopped him. looking down at his vice house warden with an incredulous look, rook only shook his head softly. there was a reason you were alone in the woods and not in the various music clubs.

this was your little secret.

vil who WAITS for your submission so he can back you but you never submit… hm,

with a snap of his manicured fingers, rook is on it! maybe rook knows who you are, maybe he doesn’t, vil could really care less since the whole show is based off of anonymity.

(vil side eyes the influencers and other contestants who practically spell it out for the audience who they are so they can vote for them)

maybe to… put you on the right track vil has rook go to your little forest spot and place a flyer there, practically ENCOURAGING YOU TO SIGN. UP.

you think someone would get a hint right?

“huh, that’s weird… maybe i should change locations since someone else was here”

that’s it. rook’s sending in your video and you’re getting a flyer stapled to the tree saying you’re accepted. yes yes this is because of your fairy god mother’s NOW SING

vil also giving y/n some song recommendations he thinks that are good, up until he sees you gently pull out a FUCKING LOADED BOOK from your backpack filled with songs.

yes darling those are great but lol at all the nice songs he gave you! they’re in your range too!!

vil slowly finding out who you are because he heard you hum a song in the hallways that only the mysterious ‘forest nymph’ (what a ludicrous myth the students came up with) sang.

and yes he’s shocked that the ramshackle neet (ouch vil 😿) has golden pipes.

THE CHAT ROOM IS NOW INVITE ONLY TO THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE HEARD THE ELUSIVE FOREST NYMPHS SONG!!! (i’ll cook smthn better i promise)

VIL THINKING WHAT TO SEND THEM TO HELP THEM IN A CUT THORAT BATTLE ROUND AND ROOK OFF HANDEDLY COMMENTING ‘if only there were an orchestra here to play along with their beautiful singing’

ERUKIA!!

*cue golden instruments*

but in hindsight sight:

we’re gonna give her so much anxiety she’s not gonna know what to do😈 sorry pookie!! there’s no safe space at night raven college☺️🫶

#so many thought & yet so little space 😔#just know that i’m right here- patiently waiting in the wings for your next ask so i can info dump some more ☺️#i don’t want this to get too long but #sorry for the long post babes🙈#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #tiyoin’s cuties 。　 ඞ 。#VIL THINKING OF WHAT TO

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hazashiovo · 25 days

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Hii I saw ur taking request Soo I wanted to know if you can do One-shot for riddle rosehearts he is ma fav if that is not a problem!

Ofc I can, popular opinion,but he reminds me of Ciel Phantomhive lol.

Genre: Fluff,imagine,just full of love tbh.

Treating a sick Riddle Rosehearts

It was hard to imagine that your dear boyfriend who always acted tough and in control was now in his bed,face flushed red and sweaty.

A thermometer hanging from his dry lips.

You told him many times,not to overwork himself. To take a break from time to time.

But Riddle was just so stubborn that he would only do what he wanted.

It drove you crazy. But who's now at your hand? Who's wiping his soaked forehead and neck? You.

His worried girlfriend barely resisting the urge to scold him for not listening to her.

"Here,I made you soup." One sympathetic smile on your lips.

The boy coughs a little, raising his upper body just enough for him to be able to eat the dish you made specially just for him.

Riddle pouts as you slick back his wet red hair, the soup filled spoon leaving a pleasant taste in his mouth.

"Thank you,rose." The boy's voice raspy manages to speak, his nick name for you rolling off his tongue effortlessly.

Riddle's face lights up,just now realizing how good the taste of this soup really is.

You giggle quietly at his adorable face,placing a quick kiss on his hot forehead.

"Eat up so I can give you your meds, alright Hun?" He nods,even if the taste of them is horrible, he knows it's necessary to take his medicine in order to get better.

"You know,if you would've listened to me this wouldn't have happened." Of course the urge to say something about the carelessness this boy had for himself finally was fulfilled.

If his head wouldn't feel like blowing off, Riddle would've rolled his eyes. But unfortunately he has to keep it in until he gets better.

Just on cue, the red haired boy sneezes,making you joint back startled.

"Tch." He raises his hand to his nose, wiping away with a tissue his runny ,red nose.

To be honest, Riddle's current appearance reminds you of a bunny. From cute red watery eyes to the way his lips were in a straight line, almost a pout. Even his hands were gripping the blanket so tightly, yeah,a bunny.

If he knew how you were visualizing him right now in your mind... Off with your head. Joking! If he was in his right health you'd most likely get your cheeks pinched and a scowl on his pretty face. Hehe.

After successfully eating the whole bowl of home made soup,you feed the sickly boy the prescribed medication. Riddle's face contorts Into a disgusted expression,his tongue dramatically spilling out like he just had the most disgusting thing for dinner.

You chuckle and pat his leg one last time. His expression now turning to his tired one.

"I'm gonna go now,you should rest." You smile, "To make sure you get back on your feet fast." Even if Riddle can't see you properly,the light making him squint his eyes, he knows your smiling.

That smile that warms his heart when it appears on your carefully sculpted face.

He blinks slowly a few times,a new surge of tiredness washing over him.

Yeah,he should rest. "Thank you my rose."

You hear the boy mumble before drifting off to a most likely uncomfortable sleep. The fever surely must lower,but you doubt this will be like his usual sleep.

His words make your smile grow bigger,happy that Riddle is accepting to be seen vulnerable by you and that he allows you to take care of him.

If he truly didn't want you to be here in times like this,he simply wouldn't allow you to enter his room.

But especially when he's like this are the times that he truly needs you to be around him. So be sure that the dorm leader would never forget the kindness and compassion you showed him,not only as your boyfriend,but as truly a person.

After spending a few seconds watching his sleeping frame,you leave. Reminding yourself that you have other business to do,even if your anxiety will probably eat you up and you'd be unable to focus properly,but it's ok. It's your boyfriend's health after all.

Once the door is closed ,you feel it. Tickling your nose,your face making that expecting expression.

"Hapciu!" A loud sneeze echoes through the hall outside of Riddle's room. Your eyes whiden and a shiver runs down your spine as you wipe a tear from the corner of your eye.

"Shit."

Ahhh💕

Riddle's so cute ❤️

#twst #twst imagines #twst fic #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts imagine #fluff #fluff imagine #reader #x reader #night raven college #NRC

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 2 months

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Dating Both Boys (NSFW Alphabet)

A = Aftercare: The boys are very aware they both leave your whole body soiled and brain fucked so stupid that it's only fair to run you a nice warm bubble bath, help wash away their cum and soothe your sore overworked limbs. Sometimes you put the pussy on em so good that Satoru falls into a dreamlesss slumber soon as he nuts, snorin in your ear with his softening length still lodged deep inside you. But Suguru ain't the one. Holds his nose till he gasps dramatically, ice blue eyes shootin open. "Wake up idiot. Go get the bath ready for her."

B = Body Part (fave): "Mouth!" Suguru's cheeks heat when his answer spills from his lips before you can get the question out. "Sorry. Just really love kissin you." "Aw, how sweet Sugu!" "And.. Seein your plump lips all glossed up, slidin up and down my dick.. Shit really does somethin to me.." "Sugu! Tsk. Can tell Toru's been a bad influence on you." Now Satoru comes up with a different response everytime, filthy ass gropin wherever he can reach each time you bring the topic up to get a direct answer. "Baby, how can I choose? You're so fuckin perfect. There's no part of you that can't make me nut till I drop." You shake your head at the horny fuck. "Maybe I should ask your dick instead since you only think with him, fuckin THOT." "Touchè, baby. Touchè.."

C = Cum: Since your white haired sorcerer is nothin short of an absolute terrorizing menace, he finds satisfaction in blanketing your face with his cum whenever you allow it. Will really jerk his cock off all in your grill and cum a second time if he doesn't deem the first load big enough. "Hmm.. Think that's enough. Can barely open your eyes now, pretty mama. Let's go show Sugu!" For Suguru it's a tie between stuffin your throat or cunt. Loves when you stick your tongue out to show him the mess before swallowin your reward. Sometimes he's nice enough to let you decide. "Tell me ma, should I feed this mouth up here? Or do your pretty brown lips below wanna taste this nut?"

D = Dirty Secret: You stumble upon the skeleton in their closet one bright sunny afternoon comin home from class. You'd stayed later to have a word with Yaga, declining the boys offer to wait up. You're just not expectin to catch a savage Satoru brutally mounting Suguru doggystyle inna way that makes you 100% sure this ain't the first time. You stare wide eyed through the cracked bedroom door, hand clamped over your mouth, thighs pressing together as your pussy flutters to the sight. Both men on the bed facin you, gruntin and growlin like hungry predators. Satoru feels your presence but pretends otherwise. Disgusting filth drippin from his lips as he speeds the pace, smackin Suguru's flesh and yankin on his dark locks so hard that he cries out like a whore. You watch intently, stunned but so fuckin turned on. Sure they've touched each other in front of you, handjobs and such, but it had always seemed like they only engaged cause it turned you into a supersoaker. You ain't never seen no orgasmic shit like this. Gotta slide your fingers into your panties for some well needed relief, mentally smackin yourself when a small moan slips out. "Well, well, well.. Looks like we got an audience Sugu." Satoru finally acknowledges you, not bothering to slow his hips as he tugs Suguru from the pillows by his tangled hair. His dark eyes meet yours, tinted cheeks flushin an even brighter red as shame fills his core. It was an interesting fuckin evening for sure.

E = Experience: Satoru of course was a man whore before he convinced you to give him a shot. You assume he'll be quite versed in the art of all things sexual and for the most part, he is. Skilled and so quick to get excited when he sees how good you're feelin. But sometimes you need to readjust his fingers or hips to the correct angle, remind him not to rush cause none of you aren't goin anywhere. "There, Toruuu.. Right there but not so fast. Got all night- right Sugu?" As far as your other boyfriend was concerned, you hit the fuckin jackpot cause he was a virgin when you guys started dating. It really is a holy experience to be able to corrupt thee Suguru Geto. Though you feel bad when Satoru teases him on you bein the only pussy he's ever gotten. "Shut up Toru. Or I'll tie you up, not let you cum while you watch me drain Sugu's fat balls." Satoru smacks his lips and the back of Suguru's head in irritation. "See woman? You be choosin.."

F = Favorite Position: Satoru's breath catches in his throat, a glowing brightness fraying the edges of his vision the first time he gets you on all fours, baring witness to that almost back breakin arch. You're a godess to him, especially in this position- perfect round ass jiggling widly, smackin his pelvis in thundering claps. Sticky strings of your shared arousal connecting you both every time he pulls his hips back. Don't get him started on your reactions. Your feral as shit in this position. "Fuck, could you be any louder? Hm? No really baby, can you? Let's test it out." Suguru doesn't agree with Satoru on much but your ass is definitely just as hypnotizing to him. Though he prefers you in reverse cowgirl, smackin both hands down your dimpled cheeks till they burn more than your strained thighs. Even spreads them, smilin when you get all shy and flabbergasted as he stares longingly at your winking holes. Doesn't ever forget to make sure a mirrors nearby so he doesn't miss your tits matchin the rythym of your voluptuous hips. "Good God, y/nnn.. Killin me baby- oh fuck! Bouta cum!" "Nooo, only b-been a few minutes Suguuu!"

G = Goofy: The three of you've been together so long, bond so deeply rooted, they absolutely feel free to be carelessly humorous with you. Even in vulnerable moments. Satoru especially, lovin to put his mean dom twist on it. Mocks your strangled pleas and breathless cries of his name as he grins and wreaks havoc on your clit. Suguru is more reserved when he's inside you. Mostly waits for you to initiate; usually a dirty joke bout how big he is. He offers a huffed chuckle and a quick quip as he takes you apart piece by piece. "All the better to fuck you with my dear."

H = Hair: The carpet absolutely matches the drapes on these gorgeous hunk of men. Does it really surprise a soul that Suguru keeps his shit as neat as the hair on his head? Both men trim, though Satoru may forget and need a reminder. Bonus: Your fresh out the bath, towel wrapped round your curvy body snugly, sittin on the edge of the tub. Your lookin for an escape route as Suguru stands by the sink pleading with you. "Please y/n? All you gotta do is lay back and spread for us." "Ew. Why Sugu? So freakin gross!" You whine back. "No it's not. Perfectly normal thing for couples to do. Right, Toru?" You both look to a chill Satoru leaned against the bathroom doorway. "Course it is. But even if it weren't, that wouldn't stop us sweetheart. You should know that by now." "But I always shave myself down there. Why do you want to?" "Cause it'll bring us closer baby, you'll see." You look at Satoru again but he shrugs, giftin you a dazzling smile. "Fine." You grumble. "Great! Toru go get the bowl of water and razor in the kitchen, you know where." "On it!" He whizzes from the room as you instantly realize this was prearranged. "Fuckin freaky plotters!"

I = I Love You: Even though Satoru's shallow ass confessed during sex, he meant it with all his heart. But neither you or Suguru had said it yet and rejection was an experience he wasn't fond of. Regardless, it slips one day when he's got you missionary. Fingers linked as he sensually makes love to you, nut just over the horizon. You're so needy, beggin him to tell you how good you're makin him feel; to tell you how much he needs you. "Oh fuck yes you're a good girl. No one can take me better baby. Mmm.. Please don't ever take my pussy away.. Ahhh- so good sweetheart! Love it so much. Looove this pussy.. Shiiit cummin, y/n! Love you so much, babygirl!" With Suguru it comes when you offer the perfect solution to the issue of the curses he swallows tastin like shit onna stick, although it takes a considerable amout of your cursed energy and temporarily weakens you severely. "Can't believe you did this for me. Thank you, princess. So so fuckin much. I appre- no y/n. I love you. Love you forever and a day, babe."

J = Jerking Off: It's all Suguru knew at one point so now that he's sampled sex with you, he's grown a serious disliking to makin himself cum. But he doesn't like to impose on you. You're a busy woman, as well as you put in a lot of time and energy into keepin both your men happy in any way you can. So when he gets an inkling that you need a break, he'll head to the bathroom to handle business. Makes sure to bring his cell, full of sexy pics and vids of his lovers. Satoru is a bit more selfish. Realistically, the man probably only jerks off alone 7-8 times a year. Makes sure that either of his partners lend a helping hand whenever he gets too pent up. Other than that if his hands on his dick it's aim or tease.

K = Kink: Suguru's into a lil role play, spit kink, edging, a smidge of voyeurism and a whole lotta breeding. Might actually die of embarrasment if you ever found out about the latter. Told Satoru they'd battle to the death if he ever snitched. Wants 10 babies that look just like his lovers. You're both so beautiful, can you blame him? And Satoru has too many kinks to count, we'd be here all day tryin to list em all. But some of his faves include light BDSM, Daddy kink sprinkled with some puppy play, and of course some somno. He wasn't sure how to introduce the last one into the fold though. How was he ever supposed to tell his princess, or even Suguru for that matter, that he drools daily fantasizing about slidin into your unconscious body. Wants to see if he can fuck that perfect pussy to an orgasm while you sleep, needs you to lay there all warm and pliant, oblivious to him usin you like a pocket pussy.

L = Location: Satoru is a connoisseur of public relations. Literally any fuckin where. The amount of joy he finds from you pullin out all the stops in effort to hold in your pitchy moans is fuckin sickening. From him feastin on your pulsing clit in the car in the movie theater parking lot to fingerin you in a booth at your fave restaurant. It's all the more worse when he taunts you with his soft pink mouth, kissin up and down your neck tenderly as you try to hide the way your eyes cross behind your menu. But Suguru beats Satoru in depravity this time. It's a whole new level of sick how much he delighted in fuckin you in your childhood bed when you take them to meet your parents. You thank God they ran to the store to grab a few items to for dinner. Satoru begrudgingly plays watch-out by the front door as Suguru fucked you so hard he splintered the headboard against the wall. He's been absolutely infatuated with doin it again since.

M = Motivation: It doesn't take much to get the boys ready for some action. You poke fun at them constantly bout how easy it is to make their dicks rise to the occasion. But they take it on the chin easily cause they know its 100% true. They'll never not be able to get hard for you at the drop of a dime, even after a couple rounds. Run your fingers through Suguru's black mane, nails scratching his scalp how he likes and now he's sittin in front of you, avoiding eye contact as he tries to hide the tent in his pants. "Not my fault Sugar- you know what that does to me!" It's even less work for Satoru, only havin to give him your signature bedroom eyes. He's immediately hard, trippin over his pants and underwear while he tries to take them off as he chases you to the bedroom. "Better come back- y/n! Bring my pussy back here, now!"

N = No: There just isn't many ways for you to gross your men out or turn them off. With that being said shit play and piss play isn't in the cards for you three. Like thanks, but no thanks! Well.. except that one time you told Satoru to stop as he bounced you on his dick, moaning out that you had to pee. He refused. Chalked it up to you gettin ready to squirt, like you were known to do from time to time. But Mr. Know It All was wrong and got wet the fuck up. His only response was to slam you down by your shoulders and creampie you with a loud pitiful whine. To this day he argues that you squirted. "Nice try. But not likely, sir." "Well.. Either way I'm fuckin." "You really are a fuckin freak, Toru."

O = Oral: Neither are stingy in the department. Both your boy's eyes light up like kids in a candy store when they get to eat you out. In part to satiate their own needs but also because of how much they know you enjoy it. Suguru waits with bated breath to hear yours catch when he holds your gaze and slowly sinks to his knees in front of you. Cums untouched the way you shudder as he nurses your nub, thick thighs squeezin his ears tight as hell. And Satoru's equally obsessed with the taste of you. The times you allow him to tie you up though.. It's a roll if the dice if he's gonna overstim you or not. Usin his mouth is his fave way to overwhelm you, big hands tuggin you back onto his swollen lips when you attempt to run from his talented tongue.

P = Pace: It's just depends on the mood. Chiiile.. Both of em are waaay too versatile to stick with a singular speed. One of the reasons why your guys sex life's so great is because of how spontaneous they are- in every way. Satoru especially, peepin your reactions; waitin till your nice and relaxed, gradually stroking in before pullin out, angling just right and fuckin in quicker than speedy gonzales. Drools how your fat jiggles from his sudden jarring thrusts. "Aww. Poor lil cry baby.. What's that, honey? Faster? Heh. Anything for you baby." Similarly Suguru will tease you too. Or just plain out ask you what your in the mood for. "So how you wanna doin this thang, mama? Want me to play nice or not? ... Oh yeah? Better cancel your plans then girl. Finna tear it up.."

Q = Quickie: Suguru's much better at em than Satoru. Makes sure you not to wrinkle your clothes if there's not enough time to strip you. And always asks where you want him to cum so it's not an inconvenience. "Ahhh fuck.. It's comin honey- where you want it? ... Inside? Ohhh thank fuck, here it is sweet girl. Take that shit.." But Satoru loves to ravish you so he turns his nose up at quickies. That's not to say his pussy whipped ass isn't gonna fuck but he always rolls his eyes and huffs in exasperation when you tell him to hurry up or becareful of your hair. "Fuckin hell, woman.. Would you shush up and lemme do my job while you do yours? Just sit pretty and take this dick like a good girl."

R = Risk: Satoru's always game to experiment when it comes to doin shit to you. A bit more reserved concerning you wantin to do somethin he considers to be 'psychotic'. "Oh come on Toru. Don't be a scaredy cat!" He stiffens, chiseled chest pokin out as he lays up all spread out on the bed with you in between his legs. "It's just a finger! You know you've done a lot worse to Sugu." Satoru sputters at you, arms crossin across his chest indignantly. "Whatever. I'm not saying no, I said go slow." "Ok, ok.. yeesh.. Big baby." You say the latter under your breath with a smirk. "Heard that shit, woman!" Now Suguru's just as cautious. And that's probably a good thing since you guys tend to test each others limitations. "Y/n, you can't be serious! You realize you're just gonna give the egomaniacal bastard another power trip, right?" He fumes at a silent grinning Satoru. "Please baby, it's for me. Forget he's even there. Focus on me, handsome." You advise him sweetly, gently pushin him to his knees. Finally givin Satoru the opportunity to force his dick between Suguru's dark blush lips. He does as you say, holding your adoring gaze, large palms settling on Satoru's narrow hips. "Thats it, just like that Sugu. Doin so well, don't even need any help." Satoru pants and groans, holdin the sides of Suguru's head as he eases in and out of his warm wet mouth, mentally noting the lack of a gag reflex. "Fuuuuck, she ain't lyin babe. You're a fuckin natural."

S = Stamina: You can get your men to cum multiple times during a session, both bein able to shoot about 3-4 nuts before the overstimulation is damn near crippling. Though on the norm, since you already have two big strong men to take care of, they let you off the hook with an orgasm each. Can't blame a girl for being good at doin the do! But to set the record straight, they can fuck way longer than you can take. You usually max out your stamina by the end of round 2. But neither ever mind. They just scoop you up and carry your fatigued frame to the shared bathroom. "My poor tired woman. Had to use the safe word.. Did so good for us though, mama. That right, Toru?" A nude half hard Satoru trails behind, feelin a smidge of guilt at your half conscience state. "Fuck yeah. You did 'mazin tonight, sweetheart. Don't worry, we'll take care of you now. ... And Sugu.. Maybe later.. You can finish takin care of me?" His tone pathetically hopeful. "For cryin out loud, horndog. Can we just get her cleaned up first? ... Then we'll, uh... We'll see what happens." The giddy bounce Satoru does in obvious anticipation as he runs your bath, lengthy cock now drippin and at full mass again, makes Suguru blush like a virgin.

T = Toys: Ofcourse y'all add a few toys to the mix every now and again. You prefer air pulsing vibrators instead of the extra intense devices that can be numbing. The boys love using em as foreplay, otherwise they're mainly for when you're alone. Satoru has a good size chest of shit- whips, nipple clamps, ball gags and even an unassembled sex swing. There's a bunch more and you haven't tried em all yet but can't wait. But you like to play and feign disinterest when he brings up his nasty lil box. They know better though. Suguru's not entirely experienced when it comes to this area but even he notices how much wetter you get when they use toys. And it's no problem when Satoru has to teach him how to use some of em on you cause he's a real quick learner. There's just somethin real naughty bout seein you cuffed to the spreader bar, sight never fails to get him impatient as hell. "Move Toru, needa fuck her first tonight." He breathes, rudely bumpin Satoru to the side with his shoulder. "Ok, ok. Geez, Sugu. Don't gott be a dick bout it. And try not to cum too quick this time." He chuckles at the blatant eagerness, but Suguru's not amused. "Quiet. Or I'll put you in the spreader and fuck you next." He's just talkin shit, already sinkin into your heat and forgetting bout Satoru's incessant taunting. So preoccupied with you that he misses the way Satoru's dick twitches as he gulps audibly, imagining Suguru's empty threat in his filthy mind.

U = Uncut: Satoru's circumcised with a lengthy cock. You often wonder if it's as long as his lanky body, how far it reaches inside, easily able to jam your poor gspot repeatedly if need be. He's got your throat trained real good without even tryin cause of how thick it is. But it just doesn't compare to the depth this man reaches inside you. He's got more veins than Suguru too. Your fave protrudes and twists round his base, beggin to be licked when he's fully hard. But Suguru's uncut, almost as extended as Satoru, though has a more girth to him. Takes him no time for his cock to rage red when he's been stiff for too long. Also spills alot more precum than Satoru. Loves when you pull the skin back and suck softly, effectively siphoning the clear fluid from his slit till he's nuttin a big fat load down your throat.

V = Volume: To this day you don't know why Suguru sometimes tries to bite his lips or fist to muffle the beautiful noises that slip out. His deep gruff grunts are so quiet, opting to tell you in words how good he feels or when he's bout to cum. It's something you work on, constantly reminding him there's no shame in voicing how good he feels. But when you put the pussy on him too good or he's too pent up, which is pretty often, he's less self conscious. Huffin and puffin against your moist mouth, lewd phrases tumbling from him nonstop. You're not even sure he knows what he's saying half the time. You're eventually inhaling his loud piteous moans into your mouth as he loses his mind in your lil puss. And of course we all know Satoru's a screamer. He never shuts the fuck anyway, so why would he do so in the bedroom? It's starts of with booming cries into your ear that eventually end up with wails of how good you feel echoing round the room. He's not doing it on purpose, but as soon as his mouth opens when he's in-between your thighs, you and your neighbors are definitely bout to hear an earful.

W = Wild Card: (Fucking to Music) It's something you initiated but Satoru was definitely wit it. Boys got more rythym in his hips than you and it should be fuckin illegal. You give him a list of your favorite love makin songs and he brings back a playlist, adding a few nasty songs of his own that got no business bein played anywhere but Functions. He's loves gettin you in missionary, rollin his hips into yours seductively as he matches the slow beat. An aroused sob rips from your chest out your mouth when he lessens the pace, singing the words quietly at your ear as he cages you to the bed. This is when Suguru's voyeurism kicks in, skin heatin up as lays in bed next to you guys; watchin your love making turn to frenzied fucking as the song changes, taking notes on how Satoru's tempo never strays from the flow of the music. Can't wait to show you what he can do next.

X = X-ray: Satoru likes to be ready for the pussy at drop of a dime so you're used to him goin commando most days but you are so not a fan.. Even when you tease him, tossin him a clean pair of Suguru's boxers and tellin him he's onna coochie restriction if he dont start wearin some damn drawers round here. "Fuck is that?" You scoff and put your hands on your shapely hips. "Means you aint gettin no pussy till you start wearin underwear, you lil hoe." He clutches his heart, feigning chest pains as you roll your eyes at his dramatics. "Don't play with me like that sweetheart. Guess you win.." You really don't though. The next time you yank down his bottoms, eyes wide before grippin your belly in hysterics at the fact that he's wearing a pair of your lacy panties. "Satoru!" You manage through your giggle fit but he only professes his innocence."What? I'm just doin what you told me to! Do I get the pussy now?" Suguru watches the reoccurring debacle in amusement, glad he has no issue with wearin his trusted snug black boxer briefs. You always make sure to give him extra big smooch when they're bout to leave the house, opting to ruffle Satoru's soft white hair instead as you try not grin at his pout. "What? Not my fault Sugu's a good boy that doesn't walk round in public slangin his dick print everywhere." Satoru huffs his disdain for Suguru's 'ass kissin', declaring him a teachers pet.

Y = Yearning: Between your two sex crazed men, their libido is very very high. It's to be expected since your guys attraction and chemistry has been on point since before you officially started dating. It really is like were made for one another. But if they're not specifically careful, they'll easily wear you out. It's unavoidable, you just turn them on too fuckin much. Suguru will even try to slake his desires by jerking off over your tired frame after they've fucked you into exhaustion. "Shit! 'S not enough, forgive me baby. Just need a lil more. Won't fuck you anymore, dont worry! Just need to feel you, my one and only girl." Rubs his cock all over your sweaty body cause his hand just doesn't compare to any part of your soft flawless mocha frame. Cums as he trace his dick across your stretch marks, moaning how pretty and perfect you are. "F-fuuuck.. So sorry, honey. Ahshit! Gonna let you rest, almost done. Just lemme- ohhh fuck, 'm cummin!" Satoru can't contain himself either, difference bein he doesn't even attempt to. Sometimes Suguru has to leave when he's still fuckin you, reminds Satoru that you might need a break soon on his way out but all he gets is a noncommitted hum. You try nudging at his abdomen, keening as he speeds his thrusts but Satoru only covers your mouth. Smile sinister as you scratch at his hand and push at his chest with wide eyes, muffled cries for Suguru goin unheard as your savior walks out the front door oblivious to your torture. Satoru fucks you even faster, fallin in love with your tight lil puss all over again. "Whose gonna save you now, y/n?"

Z = Zzz: Like previously mentioned, Satoru gets so drunk on your pussy it's written in the stars that he's driftin off soon as he nuts for the last time. Doesn't wanna squish his princess so will quickly turn you on your side or back, big dick still tucked deep inside as he drags you against his large warm body. "One sec.. Honey.. So tired, gonna.. get up inna.." Zzz. Suguru usually has to rectify the situation, pullin you from a whining Satoru or just plain smackin him. Loses all his patience if it's his turn to fuck. SLAP! "Ow! The fuck, Sugu?! What was that for?" He blinks rapidly, the nerve to actually be disoriented when he wasn't even supposed to be asleep! "Cause your in the way of my pussy, idiot. Don't pretend you ain't tackle me to the floor when it was your turn." Suguru replies, movin to smack him again. Now he of course he's just as tired as Satoru when he finishes. But only falls asleep right after if you decline aftercare. Snuggles up to the closest warm body and drifts into a peaceful slumber after a quick replay of the night's events in his weary mind.

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Sweet lies and nectarines

Choso x reader

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: Angst, semi-enemies to lovers, a lot of feelings, normal au ,smut, lots of analogies 💀

Tags: fem reader, angsty, fluff, cunnilingus, aftercare,

Unkept promises, revelations, discarded feelings, buried secrets in skin. You and Choso were two sides of the same coin. You could never truly be rid of him, there’s always that one thing that will bring you to him, physically or just in memory. You tried to fight the memories, but how could you fight when you’re on the same side? How could you fight when the one you’re supposed to fight is beside you, or rather, in your heart.

Rather than being cool for the summer, you were back in your hometown, soaking up the wind. Words fell from your old friends mouths as they welcomed you back into the town you grew out of. The charming smile you wore as they grabbed your arms and dragged you towards the small party on the beach, had them all fooled, but that didn’t matter as your toes touched the warm sand of the beach.

There was one face that wasn’t pleased to see you back in town, Choso caught sight of your red bikini, compared to the dull colors of everyone else around, the colors that poured out of you were like sun on a dark day. You caught his eye and yet he didn’t smile or even come over to welcome you back in town, after all these years. He looks disgusted, his long, dark hair blowing in the warm wind. He turned on his heel and left the wall he was leaning on. You watched him as he left, your heart throbbing in your chest, the anger boiling in your veins as you watched the man who swore by you only years ago, look at you with such acrimony and bitterness. Those feelings were quickly drowned out by the feeling of wet, cold hands wrapping around your waist and picking you up. You were tossed into the cold water, your friends giggling as they watched your eyes widen. “Welcome back home!” They all squealed as they joined you in the water. The taste of the saltwater filling your lungs was a much different taste to the air you had grown accustomed to in the city, a taste of who you were, a taste of the memories you buried deep down.

You choked on the water.

You gasped as you came up for air, your hair clinging to your wet face. Your friends were giggling and splashing each other, not noticing your disdain for this whole day, and if this is your first day in this town, god, your summer is fucked.

You could hear your friends gossiping and you swam over to join them, to hear the latest things going on in this old town. A lot has changed, the town you used to be so familiar with has changed, but you know the town hasn’t changed, it’s the people that have. Nothing in the gossip and rumors stick out to you, except for one thing, you hear Choso’s name and you pipe up almost involuntarily. “Wait, what happened with Choso?” You ask, your voice silencing the sound of overlapping gossip.

Your friends stare at you with wide eyes, like deers caught in headlights.

“Someone said they saw him hooking up with a girl at the cove.” One of them speaks up.

They all know your history with him, how close you two were, before the incident.

You can feel your heart in your throat.

Thump

It’s deathly silent, the sound of the seagulls squawking in the distance pulls you out of your head.

“Good for him.” You say, flashing that charming smile that you’ve perfected so well.

“I should get home, I need to finish unpacking my suitcase.”

You leave the water, your friends watching as you dry off with your towel, quietly whispering to each other, whispers they probably don’t want you to hear, yet you hear them anyway.

You pull your shorts on over your bikini and slip into your sandals.

The taste of the saltwater stained your mouth as you walked off the beach and onto the streets, greeting merchants who claimed they remembered you and told you that you’ve grown up so much.

You walked until you forgot where you were going, you walked until you came across a familiar pair of black boots.

You looked up and were greeted by the same scowl that you saw earlier, yet somehow filled with more disdain. His eyes drank you in, your wet hair, the water droplets glistening on your skin, the leather jacket thrown over your bikini, and the way your legs were longer than he remembered.

“What are you doing back here?”

The tone of his voice made you forget any jealousy and sadness you felt and filled you with the resentment you’d become oh so familiar with feeling.

“Am I not allowed here?”

He scoffed, his eyes narrowing as he looked you up and down again, you were vibrant, almost nauseatingly so to Choso, the dull colors of the town so much less appealing to him now that he sees you.

“You’ve clearly changed.” He says, his voice low as if he’s whispering.

It’s true, you no longer fit into this town, not that you think that the city changed you, but you were definitely shaped into a different woman now. You were someone people of the town would called ‘pretentious’. But is it really so pretentious to want more for yourself? To escape the life that had caused you so much grief?

“So have you. I never would’ve expected you to be the playboy type.” You say, it came out more bitter than you would’ve liked.

His dark eyes shot up at you, his lips forming a tight line. He hated the way you looked so smug while saying that, he hated knowing that the smug smile was fake.

He hated the way he knew you didn’t mean it.

“I never wanted to see your face again.” He says harshly, his tone sending chills down your spine. You freeze, your hands clenching at your side.

You take a deep breath.

“I’m surprised you can see anything with your head up your ass.”

Choso looks you in the eyes, with that same, piercing look that he gave you the day you left. He turns around and walks away, not offering you anymore rage fuel or acknowledgment. You stare at the empty space he was just standing, the smell of his cologne still lingering. You wanted him to come back and flood you in the scent, the warm scent of nutmeg and smoke overwhelming your senses.

You wanted to scream at him.

You wanted him to see you.

You wanted him to know you.

You wanted to make him cry.

You wanted to tell him you still loved him.

The two of you were like a hungry dog and a t-bone steak only slightly out of reach, there was something to be had but you couldn’t have it. It hurt.

Though, it wasn’t the memories that hurt, not the love, but the attachment that hurt. It is the expectation that hurts. The imagined future that is now broken, that hurts.

These thoughts ran through your mind as you walked to your house, your old childhood home, the one that is so familiar yet so forgotten. You’re house sitting for your mom while shes on a vacation.

The water ran down your back as you scrubbed away the sand, the saltwater, the unrelenting thoughts.

The bathroom was smaller than you remembered it being, the mirror still having that same crack you put it in when you were younger, you dried off in that mirror, watching through the fog as your hair clings to your face.

Your bedroom composed of clutter and memories you forgot, is the only room in the house that hasn’t been touched. You run your fingers over the dusty picture frames, the reflection of you in your towel falling onto them. You inspected the posters of your favorite movies, bands, and celebrities before settling down on the desk chair and going through your old cds.

You bite your lip as you come across the the cd you burned with Choso, running your fingers over the dust covered case, the polaroids taped onto it. You set it down on your desk before getting up to get dressed.

You let yourself be convinced to head to the cove tonight for a party, your friends saying that this is your first night back in town, you can’t spend it being locked inside. You regret ever making friends like them.

You meticulously put on your lipstick, the cherry shade you’ve been using since highschool.

You slipped into the one dress you brought and threw your jacket over it.

You walked over to the cove, the one place that hasn’t changed, guys endlessly flirting with girls, the sight of red solo cups scattered everywhere and some sort of dirt on the ground. You grab a cup and head over to where your friends are flirting with men who’s egos are nearly suffocating.

You let them talk you into drinking until you got a headache, you made up a weak excuse to leave and stumbled out of the cove, avoiding all of the guys who offered to take you home. You walked along the street back to your house, still drinking from your cup, your steps unsteady and lazy.

You took a step with one foot then another with the other, almost as if you were walking on a tightrope, giggling and talking to yourself as you walked. The street lights illuminating you like a spotlight.

You tossed your cup into the grass, taking off your jacket as you continue to walk, letting the chilled summer night air kiss your skin. You slip your shoes off and carry them in your hands, the platforms hurting your feet. The concrete scratched at your feet.

A car light followed behind you slowly, pulling up beside you, driving slowly, you could hear a voice calling out to you, but it was hazy and distant, you kept walking.

“Are you listening to me?” Choso’s voice rings out in your ears, you pause, looking at the car that know has the window rolled down, a confused and agitated Choso in the drivers seat.

“What are you doing out so late?”

Your heart jumped in your chest as his face filled your vision, the drinks in your body making your stomach churn as you came up with a response. “What’s it to you?” You retort, looking away from his car as you continued to walk, your steps slowly turning into stumbles. You can’t tell if you’re shaking because of Choso or because of the alcohol. He continues to drive slowly along side you. “Let me take you home. You’ve clearly had one too many.” He says in the snarky, condescending tone you’ve become so familiar with from him. You don’t respond as you continue to walk, closing your eyes and trying to drown out the sound of his music playing in the radio.

“Get into the car.” Choso says, slamming his foot on the brakes of his 1983 Volkswagen Jetta, the engine squealing.

“You either get in or I’ll get out and throw you inside.”

You open your eyes and turn to look at him through the car window, you stop walking. The look of annoyance on his face would be amusing if you weren’t so tired. He leans over the passenger seat and opens the door, gesturing for you to get in and sit down. You slowly get into the car, closing the door behind you before buckling up.

His car was clean and smelt of leather.

He let out an annoyed sound as he started driving again. “What are you doing out so late?” He asks again, glancing at you from the side of his eye.

“I thought you never wanted to see my face again?” You ask, ignoring his question as you lean against the passenger door, the cool glass of the window touching your skin.

He goes silent, the only sound in the car is the radio. Choso would never admit to you that he wants to make sure your safe, that he missed seeing your face, that he missed your glow and aura in this empty town. That would insinuate that there’s still feelings there. His hands tighten over the steering wheel. “Do you always have to be so difficult?” He rasps, trying to contain his emotions as he turns his eyes back towards the road.

You glances at him from the corner of your eye, his black hair in his face, the way his eyelashes flutter over his big, pretty eyes makes your heart throb. “I didn’t ask for you to take me home.” You say, looking out the window, though if you would’ve looked at him a bit longer you would’ve made eye contact.

Choso stares at you, almost analyzing you. He wants to be in your mind, like he use to be. He drives in silence for a while, tapping along to the best of the song playing in the background. Choso used to understand you, he used to be the person you ran to when you needed solace. He watched as you tucked your hair behind your ear, your gaze trained on the passing landscape. You were still so pretty, so beautiful. You were so close to him yet so far away.

“You can at least be thankful.” He says, turning his gaze back towards the road, biting on the inside of his cheek as he bit down all the words he really wanted to say to you, all the whys, all the what ifs, all the unkept secrets and promises to each other, he wanted to talk about all of it.

The streetlights illuminate the car as he turns down the music, the sound of grasshoppers and fireflies fill your ears as you peak at him, his eyes focused on the road, so many thoughts running through his head yet you can’t seem to identify one. Your hands clenched onto the heels in your lap. So many feelings left unspoken.

For a while the two of you just drive in silence, until you turn onto the street your house resides on.

“So, how have you been?” You ask him, your heart pounding in your chest. You want to have a conversation with him that’s not filled with resentment and regret, but it’s hard to start.

He glances at you, an eyebrow raised.

“I’ve been doing as well as I can.” He says, brushing his bangs out of his face as he leans his head back. “I’m surprised you care to even ask.”

Of course you care.

“Of course I care.”

“Just because I left doesn’t mean I ever stopped caring.”

Choso snorts, shaking his head as he pulls into your driveway before putting the car in park and turning to face you.

“You didn’t just leave.”

Your face scrunches up, you know it’s true, you *didn’t* just leave. You left and destroyed everything before you fled the scene. You destroyed him like you are.

You could feel the memories snowing down onto you, the feelings you buried deep down.

“That’s not fair, Choso.” You say, unbuckling your seatbelt, trying to keep your composure.

“It wasn’t fair when you left me.” He snaps, his fist tightening over the steering wheel. “It wasn’t fair when you told me that you hated me, it wasn’t fair when you cried in my arms, it wasn’t fair when you tore out my heart and stepped on it.” He continues, trying not to raise his voice as he keeps his eyes trained ahead, not wanting to look at you. He fears if he sees the emotion on your face he’ll break.

You open your mouth to speak but all that comes out is a croak, your eyes wide as you process his words. Your eyes burn as you try to come up with an appropriate response that’s not a weak apology.

"Do you think it was easy for me to leave you? That it was a fun walk in the park?" You say, looking up at him, unshed tears glistening in your eyes. Your heart is beating so fast it could be mistaken as the beat to a rock song. Your voice breaks as you speak up again. "No, it wasn't. It was gut-wrenching and heartbreaking. It made me hate myself for how much it hurt you. But I had to do it for my own sake.” Your head was spinning and you felt sick. Confronting all of the feelings you buried deep down inside of you at once was not a good feeling.

“Do you know how incredibly selfish you sound right now?” Choso barked at you, his eyes drilling into you. The ones that used to hold so much love for you now filled with coldness and hurt.

His voice lingers in the air of the car, like humid air that hasn’t move for days. His words stick to your skin, filth you can’t wash away.

"Yes, I do." You whisper, blinking back crystal tears, the salty taste of the ocean coming back to your mouth but it’s no longer saltwater. "I was being selfish. I know how selfish I was when I left you and how much it hurt you. But I still had to do it. To save myself."

You wish you could go back, back to when you were walking home alone, giggling to yourself without a thought in the world. Now your feelings are pouring out and you can’t stop them.

“So you fled instead of facing your issues? We were supposed to be a team, Y/n.“

"I couldn't face my issues with you!

"You didn't understand at all, you just kept pushing me away and shutting yourself off from me. You wouldn't talk to me or open up to me, no matter how much I tried to reach out. How was I supposed to face my issues when I couldn't get any help from you?"

The silence rings out in the car, the sound of crickets almost like a dog whistle in your ear. Choso looks away from you, settling back against his seat, running his fingers through his hair. The anger and tension melts away and leaves a deep sadness and yearning between the two of you. You could smell the sorrow on his breath, and feel the heartbreak in the distance between us. It was almost tangible, it was as if you were both on the verge of breaking down.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, your voice breaking the deafening silence.

You wanted to reach out and touch him, make him look at you, see you for once. You wanted him to tell you everything was alright, that you didn’t do anything wrong. You wanted him to place his hand on your cheek and wipe away your tears like he used to.

“You should get inside, it’s late.”

His voice broke your thoughts, he was sending you away. You couldn’t let him send you away. Your head was pounding, stomach stirring, your emotions at a new high.

Your hand reaches out and cups his cheek, you can see his look of shock and confusion. You feel just as shocked, you have no clue what you’re doing all you know is that you can’t stop.

“I want to stay here with you.”

Choso looks at you, you can tell he’s confused, the emotions flickering through his eyes. You notice the way his ears turn pink and the way he tries to divert his eyes but they always wound up back on you.

Your hand gently caresses his cheek, tracing over the hairs that fell in his face.

“I can’t stay away from you.” You whisper, your voice soft in the space of the car. You can hear his heart beating, or maybe it’s yours. You hear him swallow and his gaze falls from your eyes.

Choso’s eyes flicker between your eyes and lips, watching every time you bite your lip or speak. He wanted to wipe that eyelash off your cheek. He could hear you speaking but he couldn’t understand your words before your lips planted on his, the sensation catching him off guard, the warmness wrapping him up like a blanket. You were sweet like nectarines but tart like cherries. He could feel his thoughts blur as his eyes fell closed as he returns your kiss.

Your hand fell from his cheek as you pulled away, your breath coming out in small gasps. You could feel the sting of his lips on yours, you wanted more, your body begged for more of his lips, more of him.

You could see his eyes open and the way he’s looking at you, no longer in confusion and shock but instead with indecision. The tension that was previously in the car coming back in another form.

Your words fell from your lips as you scrambled to say something, anything to get him to stop looking at you like that with those eyes that hold all the beautiful poems behind their pupils. You wanted him to look at you but not like that, not like he would drop everything if you asked.

“I know what I did wasn’t fair but I-“

“Will you shut up for one second?” His voice interrupts you, his hand on the back of your neck, and your wondering how it got there. He’s a lot closer than he was fifteen seconds ago.

He kisses you, he kisses you with all the power he could muster, making up for all the years, months, weeks, days, minutes, seconds your lips hadn’t been touching. You could feel the kiss burning into you as his fingers curled around your neck, pulling you closer to him. Your heart is missing beats and your hands are moving faster than your mind. You taste him and realize you have been hungry.

You felt like you were losing your mind. Did people lose their minds when they loved someone?

You could taste the memories on his lips, the way the secrets resurfaced when your tongues brushed together. Your lips spoke of promises and unspoken words.

Your hand found his shoulder and dug into the flesh, you could feel his breath catch against your lips as he pulled you closer.

He wanted to pull you out of the seat, pull you into his and have you in his grasp, the heat of your body against his. You can feel your heart becoming liquid as he deepens the kiss, his tongue parting your lips so he could slip it in your mouth. His hand slid down your neck and rested on your back, with slow tenderness that was soothing to you.

He pulls away leaving you with airy breaths and pants, his voice is raspy and soft as he speaks, his fingers a gentle breeze over the fabric of your dress.

“I want you, your lips, your bones, your body heat, the scars you leave. I want to see how beautiful those eyes look beneath me.”

How could someone who was filled with resentment for you say something as beautiful as that? You wonder if he ever truly resented you or if he just wanted to resent you. Love and hate are the same, no?

Your fingers dug deeper into his shoulder, your lips meeting his again, the tenderness gone and instead a passion fills it’s spot.

“I want you to say my name like it’s a prayer.” He rasps against your lips, his hands finding the small of your back as your breath hitches in your throat. Your heartbeat so loud that you fear you’ll wake your neighbors up.

“Please don’t run away again.” He sounded so desperate, it was beguiling, you wanted him just as much as he wanted you and that was the part that scared you. There were so many feelings and thoughts flooding the car you were sure you were going to drown in it all.

“I won’t.” You whisper, your words punctuated with kisses to his cheeks, your lips a caress against his jawline. Your lips trace light kisses against his jaw, along his collarbone. Your breaths mingle and your hearts beat in the same rhythm.

One second your in his arms pressed against your front door than the next you’re in your bed, his body overtop of yours. His hair messily falling into his face as he places kisses down your neck, his calloused fingers slowly tracing down your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The taste of his tongue lingers in your mouth as he plants kisses all over your skin like seeds, it feels like the start of forever, goodbye to the past.

“I forgot how fun you are to kiss.” He mumbles against your skin, kissing down your bare stomach.

“Is this okay?” He asked, looking up at you from his position between your legs. You nod and brush the hair out of his face so it’s no longer obstructed. You watched as he slowly moved your panties to the side, his fingers brushing over your cunt. His tongue tasted you, swirling around the soft flesh of your thighs before finally tasting your clit. He’s gentle with you, squeezing your hand as his tongue lapped around your clit, licking and kissing your cunt.

Your soft moans and whines filled the room as he teased your pussy, your nerves are on fire and your head feels light, but it feels so good. It’s as he knew how hungry you were for him and he was giving you bits and crumbs before giving himself to you.

He’s nose deep in your pussy, both of his arms hooked around your thighs. Your legs feel limp as he tastes and drinks you up. Your hand is lost in his hair, gripping to it like it’s the only thing holding you together. You can feel your body twitching as his tongue moves inside of you. He moaned against your cunt like he was the one getting fucked. Your back arches from the vibrations coursing through your body.

He pulls away from you clit and gives your inner thigh a gentle kiss and bite, earning a whimper from you, your body shivering on the mattress.

He moved up so his lips could meet yours again in a soft kiss, his hands feeling up your body, tracing the curves and lines. His eyes gaze down at you as he aligns his hips with yours, his body pressing against every inch of you.

You wanted him, you wanted more of him, you were touching him, but you weren’t really touching him. You needed to feel him. Your hands sink into his fine black hair, tugging him closer, he grunts, pulling away from your lips with a small awed expression.

“You’re so pretty.” He whispers. “You’ve always been so pretty.”

Your body ached with need, you could feel the arousal building up inside of you as you pressed yourself harder against him.

He unbuttons his jeans and pulls them off with one swift movement, the sound of the pants hitting the floor ringed through your ears as you took in the sight before you.

You suck in a breath while he sucks on your neck, leaving unforgiving hickeys. Even while his lips were planted on your neck his eyes remained on yours, watching as they fluttered every time he touched a sensitive spot.

Your pants and breaths filled the room as you felt his arousal against yours, your skin was hot, scorching as he painted his emotions onto your body. You anticipated his every move. You watched him pull down his boxers and tease your entrance with his tip, you could feel every twitch and throb that went through his body.

He lifted your hips as he pushed inside of you, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as your fingers dug into his shoulder.

“I still haven’t forgiven you.” He whispers in a sultry rasp as he thrusts his full length inside of you, his fingers digging into your hips.

“Fuck me like you hate me then.” You whisper, your finger tracing down his chest softly. You bit down on your lip as his words echoed through your brain. Forgiveness was the last thing on your mind right now, all you could think about was him, as long as you had him in your grasp you didn’t mind.

“I do hate you.” He whispers, kissing your lips as he thrusts deeper into you, his fingertips lightly gracing your skin like you’re the finest prophet chosen by the sun herself.

There were no more words to be said, you spoke in tongues, fingertips, and soft touches.

Your moans echoed through his brain, his movements filled with an undying passion and starvation, a hunger for the person he once loved. His body blurred into yours as your arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him closer into your body. Your nails scratching at his skin.

His face buried in the crook of your neck as he rut into you, kissing your soft skin. You’re a heap of moans and sweat and tears as he thrusts harder into you, his pants filling your ears. You feel nauseatingly alive and warm.

He fucked you hard, his hands tightening around your body to hold you still. He worshiped you with his hate, broken moans escaping your lips every time his hips slammed against yours.

Your body twitched against his, your stomach burned with an overwhelming sensation as he hits your sweet spot. You felt like you were drowning again, drowning in him, in the feelings, memories, sensations. You let out one last whine and whimper as he thrusts into you, your body giving into it all, twitching and tightening around him. You could feel his cock twitch inside of you as he came, his low whimpers filling your ears as his head fell next to yours.

“Are you okay?” He whispers, his hand cupping your cheek. He gazed into your glazed over eyes, watching the emotions run through them as you came down from the high, your body twitching.

“Mhm.” You mumble, you could barley feel your legs and the hunger you once had was satisfied, but there was something left in your heart.

He touched you with a kiss before moving off of you and laying on his side.

He was so beautiful, the way the tiredness filled his half lidded eyes and the way his hair clings to his sweat covered forehead.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He whispers as he sits you up on the bed before picking you you up in your arms. It’s almost scary how well he knows your house, the memories of the two of you hanging out here fills your mind as he sets you on the toilet seat while he starts the shower.

He helps you in and helps you scrub off all the filth on your body, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he washes your hair, making sure to be gentle with each delicate strand. He washed you and with every sud that ran down the drain, evidence for a love that transcends hunger appeared.

He washed your face and laid you down in bed, holding you tight against him until you fell asleep. Everything in this town was so much brighter with you.

That morning you woke up to cold sheets and stupid hopes.

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rubyreduji · 2 years

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[minors dni]

greasy gamer pervert wonwoo who you're forced to live with because he's friends with your brother and now you guys share an apartment and he's the worst roommate ever because all he does is tease you and play video games

and he's such a fucking loser like barely wears pants and rarely does chores so you're left doing all of the cooking and cleaning. the only place you don't clean is wonwoo's room because you're too scared to go in there but every once in a while wonwoo comes out with a stack of dishes for you to do and you want to strangle him even more than normal

the most infuriating thing about living with wonwoo though is the fact that he's so effortlessly handsome and charming even when he's being the most rancid human being you've ever met. you'll be seconds away from yelling at him but then he shoots you a sly smile and suddenly you're doing his laundry for him

the factor of living with wonwoo that you weren't expecting at all is the way he's a total fucking pervert. you can hear his hentai porn videos blasting out of his speakers at 2am in the morning and you know it's on purpose because when he's gaming he always wears those digusting headphones that make his hair even greasier than it already is

then there was that time when you came home from a long day at work and wonwoo was in only his boxers on the couch, his dick pulled out from the leg, jerking himself hard, his other hand cupped around his balls. his whimpering was pathetic as he tried to get off. when you walked in you stopped right in the entrance, staring at him. neither of you said a word or made a move to leave either so wonwoo continued to buck up into his fist. he stared at you the whole time and you didn't take your eyes off of him either until he gasped and spurted semen all over his hand. after he finished you just scoffed and headed to your room and tried to banish all thoughts of just how long wonwoo was

after that day wonwoo got more bold with you. made sleazy comments to you and found any reason to put his hands on you and even started to coo about how you made such a good little house wife for him. you always brushed him off, calling him disgusting, but you could feel your resolve breaking everytime he'd brush up against you on his way to the bathroom or casually grope at your breasts while you were making dinner

everything comes to a head when you go to make a bowl of rice and realize that there are no bowls left in your cupboard which means they're all hiding in wonwoo's nasty gamer cave he calls a bedroom. you sigh as you make your way to his room. you knock but there's no response. ugh he probably has his headphones on

"wonwoo-" you open the door to chew him out but stop when you see the sight in front of you. first off wonwoo's room is not as dirty as you expected, but there is a pile of bowls sitting next to his PC. that's not what has you stopped though

laying on his bed is wonwoo, jerking off again, but this time he has a pair of pink cotton panties held up to his nose as he takes deep breaths, hand rapidly pumping at his length. the panties in his hand are the same panties you just put in your hamper before you took a shower

"f-fuck y/n," wonwoo gasps, glancing to where you're standing. "smells so fucking good. want the real thing in my face too. think about you every night doing this."

his eyes are drooped and hazed with lust and his too long hair is pulled back into a ponytail that makes him look way too sexy for your own good

he brings the cloth down from his nose and wraps his around his hard cock. "i-if you're gonna just s-stand there, least you can do is h-help out."

that's when everything breaks and you're on his bed, hand wrapping around his own as you press your lips up against his. he tastes like stale energy drinks and its gross but also so intoxicating

"want your pussy," wonwoo growls against your mouth. his long, bony fingers plunge into your shorts and panties and touch your dripping slit. he smirks at you before inserting two fingers in right away and you gasp. "so fucking good. so wet and warm."

he only fingers you for a few moments before he's tearing off your clothes and pulling on to his lap

"be lucky i'm not forcing my dick down your throat," wonwoo says as he lines his dick up to your pussy

he sheathes himself up into you and you whine and clamp down on him as wonwoo groans

"shit y/n. always knew your cunt would be perfect. now take it like a good girl."

wonwoo fucks you hard and fast and there are tears spilling out of your eyes by the time he's cumming inside of you, filling you up with his sticky white semen. he doesnt stop there though and flips your bodies over and starts to rut into you again. not that you're complaining at all. his dick hits in you do deep and you ashamedly loved the way he stares at you like you're nothing but an object to use

wonwoo cums in you again, his hand around your throat, his mouth on your tits. you hate how much you love it. wonwoo is panting into the valley of our breasts as he pulls out of you

"always knew you were a dirty girl who wanted me," he purrs. "don't deny it doll. you didn't stop me this time and you aren't going to stop me next time."

and you know he's right, already desiring to do it again

wonwoo is still the worst roommate ever but at least now he can make up for it with his dick

[part 2]

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prodbymaui · 11 months

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To See Is To Not Believe

let a hoe know, I ain't motherfuckin' sharing

PAIRING: lee donghyuck x fem!reader

GENRE: bad boy's good girl

WORD COUNT: 3.8k

WARNINGS: possessive behavior, murder, alcohol consumption, mention of drugs, sexual harassment (not from dh), misogyny and brief homophobia (not from dh as well), choking kink, cum eating, reader is blinded by love, ex-convict!donghyuck

SYNOPSIS: A man tried to force himself on you and your boyfriend didn't liked that one bit.

A/N: Big emphasis on reader being blinded by love!! A massive portion of this fic will contain sexual harassment scene so please be cautious, it ends when the intruder comes in. With that being said, enjoy reading!

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DEPICTION ≠ ENDORSEMENT

Red, blue, purple.

Those are the lights that illuminate the whole club. Together with the loud blasting music and people endlessly chattering, they create a high tension vibe that gets anyone on their tippy toes, dancing carelessly as they drink to their limits. It's amusing how these people find solace in a chaotic environment.

Roaming your eyes, your lips purses around the end of the glass as you sip your 3rd Cape Codder of the night, grimacing at the faint bitter taste coming from the vodka. You're not much of a drinker, hence opting to tend your throat and stomach with fruity or sweet cocktails. Non-alcoholic drinks are off the list as you don't want to miss the fun of getting tipsy.

You flinch when an arm settles on the back of the chair you're sitting on. A man around his late 30s clad in a black tank top and baggy pants is the culprit. ''Are you alone? You are, aren't you? Did your friends leave you? That's too bad– maybe I can be your temporary friend for now. I promise I'm one hell of a good one.''

He leans forward, making you frown in disgust at the foul smell emitting from him. Ugly, bad fashion taste, pervert, and fucking stinky. When God precipitated a rain of misfortunes, you bet he was fucking swimming during that moment. It's so bad that you have to scoot away from the man, not wanting his scent to stick on you.

''Aww, come on, sweetheart. Don't be like that.''

''I-I have.. I'm with someone.'' Your eyes shake, looking around in hopes of catching even the mere shadow of your boyfriend who informed you he'll be meeting his friends roughly 15 minutes ago. There's none.

''Uh-huh, and where are they? Nadda. Gone. Like a fucking demonic ghost when presented a crucifix.'' The man rumbles a laugh as if what he said is the best joke one ever heard about. You don't find it funny though.

Just as his hand is reaching to touch your face, your body reacts faster than your brain can. The shocked and angry face of the man was the last thing you saw before you stood up and headed towards the bathroom, chewing on your lower lip as you remember the forming red mark on the side of his face. You enter one of the cubicles, only to come out minutes later when you realize you don't even feel like such substances desire to leave your body.

Playing with the water running from the faucet in an attempt to take your mind off the event that took place earlier, you hum. Said water splashes everywhere on the counter when the familiar voice echoes the whole bathroom, sweaty and sticky limbs clinging around you, trapping you. This is fucking awful.

Instinctively, you move to flee. ''Ge-get off of me! Stop! I don't like you! Stop, you're disgusting! Get your hands off of me, I have a boyfriend!'' Tears prick your eyes.

''Hmm, you know.. I actually like screamers. Though, preferably if they are screaming my name out of pleasure.''

Pleasure? Is this man deranged and delusional?

''I only scream for one man and that's my boyfriend!'' Your slap resonates the whole entirety of the restroom.

He forces out a chuckle, gripping your waist. ''I don't like how you run that mouth. Shouldn't whores like you only opens their mouth to take a man's dick?''

Your vision diverts to the door steps away from where you stand, frustration taking over you when it appears to be locked. Attempts of fighting against the muscled arms remain futile. You yelp when the man tries to rip your pants apart, failing due to the stubborn belt that you borrowed from Donghyuck.

''Fucking..'' The man transfers you to the wall, pinning you there with a tight grip on your hair. He tsks, annoyed at your constant kicks and flails. Once again, he tugs on your belt, successfully pulling it off of you when the fabric rips apart because of the amount of strength.

Right before he manages to force his hand inside your pants, his movements come to a halt but not yours, his momentum disturbed abruptly by the sudden opening of the door.

''How the fuck..?'' As far as he can remember, he certainly locked that door. ''Hey kid! Go take a piss somewhere else. Can't you see I'm busy with my girlfriend here?''

You get to see who he is talking to you, tears finally escape your eye sockets. Whimpering, your act of resistance continues, now desperate. A smirk stretches the intruder's lips yet the slyness underneath it doesn't reach his eyes.

''Are you sure? Your 'girlfriend' doesn't look like she's enjoying it though?''

The man sucks the top of his teeth. ''Just get the fuck out, will you? You know nothing about bdsm, as expected from a fucking child.'' He waves irritably.

''Ah come on, she's clearly against what you're doing. Why don't we do what you want instead? My ass feels exactly like a pussy. You'll be moaning and chanting my name like a fucking mantra, like you're fucking a woman. You would be addicted to my hole, cumming and filling me to the brim before you know it.'' The intruder quirks a brow, wetting his lips.

''The fuck are you on? I'm not gay, you disgusting shit.'' He spits on the other.

''Now, that's not nice. You see, we shouldn't be homophobic. Who are we to care and have a say about who wanna fuck who? And disgusting? Heh.'' Donghyuck tongues his cheek. ''Who's the one about to rape someone right in front of their boyfriend?''

''Uh?''

''That's my girlfriend, you dumbfuck.''

It all happens in a blink of an eye. One second, they're throwing harsh comments back and forth– next second, Donghyuck is already holding the man's face in his hands, bringing it closer to the lower part of his body. Blood drips on the floor as the man suffers from dizziness, courtesy of Donghyuck smashing his nose with his knees. You stand behind the closed door the second you are free from the shackles of that man.

Your boyfriend didn't stop there. Gripping the man's hair just like what he did to you, he bangs it to the nearest wall continuously and with utmost force. Crimson liquid decorates the beige paint but Donghyuck didn't care. He throws the man on the floor, finally sealing a blunt force trauma. He hovers over the man who dared to touch you.

Donghyuck's eyes glints in a way you couldn't interpret. Snatching his belt where it dangles from the countertop, he tilts his head. ''Ah, this one is quite expensive.'' Tapping the man's bloodied cheeks a few times, Donghyuck hums approvingly in seeing him awake, and proceeds to feel the belt on his skin.

''Do you know who I am, fucker? My government's name is Lee Donghyuck. But gangs and inmates call me 'Cross'. Ask me why.'' The man grunts when his face meets Donghyuck's palm.

''W-why..?''

Donghyuck smiles. The belt circles around the man's neck loosely, the other end enters the metal hole but it doesn't get buckled completely.

''You see, Youngjin, I'm actually a devoted follower of God. I believe in Him. So I make those that had wronged me pray to His cross before I take it upon myself to repeal the life that the Lord Jesus Christ had lent them should they be undeserving of second chances.'' Donghyuck holds the end and stands up, resulting in the belt to tighten itself on the man, choking him. He steps on the area where his head and collarbone meet. How your boyfriend knew the man's name, you don't know.

Crouching, the weight and the pain of Donghyuck's heels digging on Youngji's throat doubles. ''You might be wondering,'' Youngji isn't but he's not at the advantage to tell Donghyuck that. ''Why do gangs and inmates know me? What is my correlation with them? Surprise, motherfucker! I'm an ex-convict! Jailed for a year at South Korea's most notorious prison, got caught smuggling drugs. It should've been five years but money makes the world go round and connections greases the axle. Would've gotten much longer years if they knew the number of people I've slaughtered, possibly a life imprisonment– thank God, they didn't, right?''

Youngji gasps for air, and Donghyuck chuckles at him.

''Uh.. does it hurt?'' Youngji struggles to form an answer, fingers clawing to get the belt off. ''Oh how insensitive of me, why did I even ask you that question? Pardon me, I tend to forget someone's handicap often. My mama once warned me to be careful around people, I don't doubt she'll be scolding me in heaven if she happens to know my slip ups. May she rest in peace.'' He pats the gargling man's face.

Donghyuck then proceeds to drag Youngji by his shirt towards one of the cubicles, the red-skinned man takes this as an opportunity to fill his lungs with oxygen once again as he quickly crawls out of Donghyuck's clutch when the man isn't looking. Unfortunately, this only earns him another torment as Donghyuck tugs his figure forcefully by the belt acting as his leash.

''Now, don't walk out on me.'' Donghyuck grasps him, tightening his knuckles. ''I mentioned that I'm a believer of God, didn't I? Being a follower and believing in Him comes with the responsibility of spreading His words and wisdom. Of course, it isn't a responsibility but you get what I mean. Say.. Are you religious, Youngji-ssi?''

Whatever his answer is, there'll surely be dangerous outcomes. But Youngji doesn't have a choice. If he cooperates, maybe then the haywire in front of him will spare his life.

''No? Ah, that's fine. I just want to let you know that not having an official position in the Catholic realm doesn't mean my faith in Him isn't as strong as those that have one. Prison life requires us to go on mandatory praying every 6pm, it strengthened my faith in Him and He became my anchor during those dark times. I may not be a priest but allow me to reintroduce you, my brother, to Our Lord Jesus Christ.'' His hand stretches for the bidet. He grips the sides of Youngji's jaw to force it open.

''Lord God, our heavenly Father, we thank you for your great goodness, in calling us to know you and to put our trust in you. Increase this knowledge and strengthen our faith. Give your Holy Spirit to this person, that he may be born again and made an heir of everlasting salvation; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever.'' Donghyuck closes his eyes and does the sign of the cross. ''Amen.''

Youngji helplessly gags as the seemingly endless clear liquid penetrates his mouth harshly and uninterruptedly, clogging his lungs and his stomach bloating until he can almost feel how it will explode any time soon. Youngji tries to fight it off yet fails because of the weight sitting on his chest. He thrashes, he chokes, he swings his arms. There's pain and aches everywhere until there isn't.

Eyes wide open and water spilling out of his mouth. Donghyuck only stops pressing on the bidet's button when Youngji lays on the floor, unmoving.

Wordlessly, hand rests on your back, leading you out of the bathroom. On your way out, Donghyuck sends a short signal to Yang Jungwon, a member of his gang. And the man, together with Zhong Chenle, makes their way towards where you were previously. Arms clasps secured around Donghyuck's waist, you both zoom away from the bar and arrive at your shared penthouse in no time.

As soon as the comforting ambiance of your bedroom engulfs you, you head to take a bath and wash off any remains of that man on your skin. It didn't take long. Soon, you stand before the mirror, observing the little gashes that stung as soap makes contact with them during the shower while you dry your hair.

Finishing this time, Donghyuck comes up behind you, a towel covering the lower part of his body. You look at him through the reflection, watching his movements. And then your eyes meet his. There lies an undeniable sharp gaze.

He strides towards you and tugs you to a hug, burying his head at your neck and inhaling your scent. Small kisses spread on the vast area where your neck and jaw connect, traveling down to your shoulders before going back where they previously were.

''You let him touch you.'' Donghyuck whispers.

The towel stops rubbing on your strands, confused sound emitting from you.

''You let him touch you,'' he repeats, ''Because I wasn't there to tend to your needs. Tell me, are you getting tired of me that you resort to letting some random fucking man to touch you in places that I am the only one allowed to? Is the greediness inside you?''

It's not. Never did you let that man touch you inappropriately. Never did you willingly enter his arms. Donghyuck witnessed the way you fought against that man, for goodness' sake. Why would he think you'll succumb to anyone other than him?

It should've irked you but it didn't. The voices in your head say all of those words are a result of such love that he has for you, a result of fear losing you. Something tells you that he's afraid that you'll slip out of his arms and fall out of love, that he just can't afford to lose the woman he loves, and you choose to listen.

Donghyuck loves and treasures you that he's gone bat shit paranoid and crazy.

''I didn't let him touch me. It was non-consent.''

''You should've pulled away.'' He's right.

''I did, but he followed me there.''

''You should've called me.'' Donghyuck's right again.

''My phone was in my bag.''

''You should've left the second he sat beside you.'' For the third time, he's right again. Your replies aren't mere responses but excuses as to why you didn't do those things to avoid Youngji.

Guilt starts to eat you up. ''I was too deep in my thoughts to notice him. Look– I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry, Hyuck. I should've stood up when I saw him. I shouldn't have gone to that restroom. I shouldn't have sat where he could sit beside me. I shouldn't have looked in his way.''

''He shouldn't have been born.''

''..yes. I hate him, Hyuck. Please help me erase his traces, I don't want anything of him. I only want you.. please.''

Donghyuck smiles, so enchantingly that you fall in love once again. The sudden change of his behavior makes you shiver. Nonetheless, you didn't question it. This is your boyfriend you're talking about, what kind of lover will you be if you dare to speak ill or question his actions?

Wordlessly, he turns you around and plants a deep kiss on your lips, wrapping his arm on your waist while the other hand cups the back of your neck. His tongue explores every part and area that he can reach, licking and savoring your taste on his buds.

The way he sucks your lower lip and mixes your saliva with his through pushing his pink muscle inside your mouth is so addicting that you don't need any drugs no more to get high. Donghyuck's calloused hands spin you around. You face your own reflection again, there you watch as the hand makes its way to the area that soaks for Donghyuck.

He licks the line of your ear and orders, ''Watch.''

Jaws slacking open, a gasp escapes past your lips as Donghyuck wastes no time inserting two fingers in your hole, uncaring if there's sting or pain inflicted on you. Patience is a prize and Donghyuck is no winner. Moans starts to spill out of you when he plunges his digits continuously, merciless as he wiggles it in search of your spongey spot.

''Ah ah ah! Fuck– God, Hyuck–!''

His chest rumbles in chuckles. ''We don't use His name in vain, my darling.''

Two becomes three, and three turns into four. You tremble in Donghyuck's hold, eyes rolling back at the pads of fingers accurately jabbing your spot without a stop, giving you not even a second to breathe.

Donghyuck tsks disapprovingly, squeezing your throat that lies on his grip. ''I said, watch.''

Albeit having a hard time due to the overwhelming pleasure coming from the mind-numbing pace of Donghyuck's fingers, your eyes flicker, forcing themselves to look down where your boyfriend assaults your pussy. The slick is visible, his palms glistening everytime it is hit by the light emitting from the lampshade at the side of your bed.

It is so fucking obscene– the visual, the sounds, and fuck, the motherfucking drool trickling down your body. It is all too much. Words wouldn't be able to suffice how the scissoring movements inside your soaping wet pussy sends an electrifying feeling down on every fiber of your body.

''Oh, shit! Shit shit– it's so good, fuck! I'm gonna come– ah, I'm gonna come–''

Kissing your jaw, Donghyuck watches you fall apart in his hands. Legs folding, eyes rolling hard to the back of your head, hand gripping his wrist, and mouth wide open to a scream as your walls clenches down on his fingers.

Donghyuck presses his lips at the side of your head. ''That's right. There we go. That's a good girl.'' He pulls out his fingers, sucking on them all the while keeping his eyes where you sit on the floor, tired and spent.

Donghyuck feasts on your cum a little more, scooping the substance and licking it before doing it again until there's none left. He wipes his saliva on his towel, nudging your legs and body to an on fours position. With a single tug, the towel falls off his body as if on cue. Then he walks off to grab something, right hand busy stroking his cock up and down.

When he comes back, a non-pleasant cloud of smoke follows him. Donghyuck kneels behind you, smirking as you present yourself to him, stark naked. He didn't have to order you, you've done it yourself.

Spitting on his palm, Donghyuck tugs his length a few times more, bringing the tip to the valley of your pussy, rubbing it so he could slick the crown of his dick. He takes a long drag of the cigarette, his lungs greets the cancerous chemicals like an old friend, welcoming.

One smooth slide (and maybe some desperate whines from you) is all it takes for Donghyuck to be fully wrapped of your velvety walls, twitching and ready to fuck you to oblivion. And so fuck you to oblivion he did, without preparation nor build up of pace.

''Oooh! Oh shit! Please fuck me– so good, so good, Hyuck! Fuck me, please–''

''Ah.. fuck.'' Donghyuck closes his eyes, throwing his head back, taking another inhale of the cigar. His hips resume to snap, skin-slapping sounds bouncing off the walls of your bedroom. Donghyuck contributes another sound by delivering a hit on your ass cheek.

He leans forward, placing his lips right at your ear, free hand settling on your throat as he grumbles. ''You like that, huh? You like the feeling of my cock going in and out of your fucking hole? Fuck, this pussy is so good I might consider quitting doing anything else and just fuck you every damn time of the day. Would you like that, darling? My dick will be inside of you whatever part of the day it is– morning, afternoon, evening. I will fucking fill you up to the brim that pregnancy would be a fucking fool not to show up. Your stomach will bloat because of how much cum you have in this tight little fucking pussy. Tell me, darling, do you like that?''

The pathetic whines and desperate hands searching for anything to grab is more than enough as an answer for Donghyuck. Pulling away from your back to chest position, Donghyuck props one foot to the floor, angling his hips. His laughter resonates in the room as you thrash.

''Yes! Yes yes yes– oh my God! It's so good, fuuuck! Yes, so good! Ooh, why is it so good? I-I'm going crazy, shit!''

He smacks your ass again, a smile dawning on his face as he enjoys the way you nonsensically ramble, it fuels the pride inside him. Donghyuck taps the cigar on your back, the ashes with heat yet to dwindle, falling to your skin. It should've hurt but instead, it heightens the pleasure. Your arms give up.

You face the side in order to be able to breathe, legs feeling jelly. It would also give out if not for Donghyuck's grip on your waist. Shutting your eyes tightly, your tongue spills out the same set of words to signal your nearing release.

Taking one last drag, Donghyuck puts out the nicotine stick's flame with a deep press on the floor. If it burns the carpet in any way, who the fuck cares? As long as it doesn't start a damn fire, Donghyuck can buy a dozen more carpets to replace this one.

''Say it, darling. You know what I want to hear.''

''Oh..! Ah ah ah! I-I'm yours. I'm only– fuck– I'm only yours, Hyuck. Shit, I'm gonna come– I'm all yours!''

Grabbing you by a grip on your hair, his hand transfers to your throat and tightens it enough to cause you thrusting back to his cock desperately. The pleasure all together is so fucking mind-boggling, you can't think of anything else other than the monstrous cock thrusting inside you so vigorously. Sucking on your neck, Donghyuck's palm travels down.

His thumb circling around your swollen clit with pressure is what finally triggers your climax. And a few clenches from your pussy, Donghyuck follows right after, his cum spilling out of your hole just like what he promised earlier. He carefully pulls out, watching the way your pussy momentarily catches his tip as if not wanting to let go just yet. Donghyuck looks away before his dick gets fucking hard again.

Scooping you in his arms, Donghyuck lays you on the soft mattress, gently so as to not stir you awake or interrupt you from traveling to dreamland. He's never one to get tired easily but you are. Brushing the strands away from your face, he places a kiss on your forehead before quietly whispering that he'll be preparing a bath for you.

Despite having your eyes closed, you heard it. Maybe, just maybe. Donghyuck is yours just as you are his.

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kybelles · 9 months

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so after a recent conversation with my friends we’ve come to a realization: fandom loves Slave Rights Advocate laurent trope. whether it be an arranged marriage au, a time travel au, an auguste lives au or any kind of setting where slavery is still in motion; it’s always laurent who opens damen’s eyes to the horrors of slavery and insists they can’t be with each other until slavery is abolished, that slavery is a deal breaker on whether they can be together or not. now i certainly don’t want to sound like i’m policing anybody’s creative choices but it’s become such a common trope in the fandom that it is baffling at this point because. here’s the thing. slavery isn’t one of laurent’s battles. at all.

allow me to explain further before i make people angry. it’s clear laurent is against the fundamental premise of slavery and finds it inhumane. but through the series (counting out taofc where he and damen are trying to build an empire together), he doesn’t actively fight or challenge the system or slavery. i don’t even think this is a hot take when you remember that he;

i. didn’t protect the akielon slaves in arles until damen begged him to and sold them to torveld for personal gain (which was the best course of action he could take under the circumstances but as i said, he wasn’t above using them)

ii. referred to damen as his slave constantly in both a technical and romantic sense

iii. got turned on by playing master and slave and master and pet

iv. used isander as a way to get back at damen: was fed by isander in the feast, stroked him, allowed him to kiss his feet and boots etc.

in fact here are plenty of instances where it’s clear laurent enjoyed the type of power he had over damen:

and here’s the only part where i can remember damen and laurent discussing slavery after damen’s identity is revealed and they have the possibility of a future together. as you can see, laurent’s attitude towards it is pretty neutral. he doesn’t approve, but it’s clear he’s not a passionate champion of the anti slavery movement.

let me make it clear that none of this is a criticism towards laurent. it’s important to remember that capri started as a slavekink fic (in pacat’s own words) and though it evolved, by the final draft she still kept some of those elements: like making the first night between lamen a romantic, sacred, precious thing between them; laurent telling damen he’s his slave by feeding him as a slave would, damen calling himself laurent’s slave as a sign of submission/love/romance before their first kiss, laurent saying damen is still his slave before sleeping with him… the narrative still eroticizes slavery to some extent and uses it as a vehicle of romance.

the thing is, laurent finding enjoyment in these practices is not the problem. when the fandom loves to pretend like laurent would be so disgusted by the idea of slavery (even though the text repeatedly shows he’s not) , that he; a perfect civilized blonde veretian angel would come to akielos and educate those barbarians about how horrible slavery is and damen would only open his eyes to the truth through laurent’s guidance, that’s when my issues start. because, like i said, this was never laurent’s battle and it pretty much reads like laurent is some sort of white savior, someone who comes to damen’s country to “fix” the problems of akielos without understanding their history, needs, or the region’s current state of affairs.

another very important thing to underline is that the whole slavery ordeal in the series was damen’s character arc, not laurent’s. he’s the actual slave in the scenario, and as much as laurent doesn’t like slavery, damen didn’t come to the conclusion that it was bad because of laurent’s preachings. it leaves a bad taste in the mouth that damen was the one who actually experienced slavery and faced countless humiliations in vere and yet people still insist on making laurent educate damen about why it’s wrong, even though he himself has never experienced slavery in his life. (one might argue in aus where damen was never sent to vere as a slave he wouldn’t come to the same realizations but that still doesn’t mean laurent would have a passionate agenda regarding slaves. at best i believe he would demand damen to stop sleeping with his slaves as they are monogamous.)

choosing laurent as The One who firmly stands against slavery is bad from a narrative pov too. making this specifically about laurent makes no sense because it's got nothing to do with him. it's not his country! he doesn't care about akielos the way damen does. everything about it thematically relates back to damen; who exists as a metaphor for akielos - any insult or injury done to him is an insult to akielos. he embodies it’s values and it’s people, and by becoming a slave he’s reflecting the current slave state of akielos, and through finding liberation for himself he’s also finding liberation for akielos. it’s a powerful symbolism for how akielos is changed and freed directly BECAUSE of his own personal liberation. laurent has nothing more than an intellectual interest in anti-slavery and he only ever begins to care about akielos because he cares for damen. but damen was raised with it and experienced it and cares very deeply about it. it’s his country! it's his story!

tldr; through the series, it was damen’s journey to experience what it was like to be a slave, to see the true horrors of this practice and decide he doesn’t want to rule his country that way anymore. so taking his agency and giving it laurent, someone who was neutral at best about slavery, feels incredibly insensitive and wrong.

#💬#meta #?#captive prince #like what is with this obsession on making laurent the perfect activist who’s always on top of current events #and damen the dumb ignorant jock who’s clueless about life #why is this such a common theme :)#also a reminder that i’m not targeting anyone specificaly!! this is a common trope and i just wanted to rant #shout out to my amazing girlies for helping me write this post ily angels

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𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓑𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼?

(Eddie x Fem!reader smut) minors dni or I’ll slap you!! 🤍

summary: Eddie catches you thinking about him, and not in a normal ‘friendly way’. Tw: p in v, female masturbation, oral m receiving, breeding kink, cream-pie. do not read if any of these things make you uncomfy, feedback is always welcome! Thank you for reading!

Sighing, you kick your shoes off as you enter your bedroom. Today had been an extremely long and difficult day, and now you wanted to release some of the tension you had been feeling. You flopped down onto the bed, slowly stripping yourself of your clothes before reaching over to your bedside drawer.

You bit your lip in excitement as you pulled out your favorite vibrator, you could feel yourself getting wet at the thought of using it. Slowly, you spread your legs, running one of your hands down your body, stopping to pinch and pull on your nipples. They were so sensitive that you barely even had to touch them and you’d already be throbbing and needy.

You close your eyes tightly as you imagine the one person who always crosses your mind when you do this, Eddie. You knew it was wrong to feel like this, Eddie was your best friend since you were kids and you knew he didn’t think of you in the same way. Still, you couldn’t help picturing his big brown eyes, staring up at you, as he runs his tongue along your pussy. You imagine him moaning at how you taste.

All of the thoughts in your mind slowly begin to make you so needy that you can’t wait anymore, you click your vibrator on and let out a choked moan as you push it against your clit. “Ohhhh Eddie, fuck.” You begin moving it in slow circles, using your other hand to feel up your body. There’s one important thing you forgot about today, Eddie was coming over to watch movies with you after work.

“Fuck me baby please!” Eddie hears you scream out as he enters your front door. This is normal for you two he never has to knock, but now he’s standing in the middle of your living room wide eyed. Shit, you had someone over now what was he going to do? He turned to leave until he heard something that made his cock stir in his pants. “E-Eddie please.”

Oblivious to what was going on, you threw your head back and bucked up your hips, adjusting the setting to make the vibration even stronger. You could feel your climax creeping up on you, your whole body shaking with pleasure. “Fuck- I’m gonna cum Eddie, gonna cum on your dick.”

“Woah there, didn’t know you were such a freak baby.” Your eyes flew open. When the fuck did he get here? You thought as you quickly threw your covers over you. Your cheeks were red hot with shame, and arousal. “Oh my god!” You yelled, “Eddie I’m so fucking sorry! You probably think I’m so disgusting.” You say as you look around the room, trying not to look at his stupid, beautiful face.

“Why’d you stop sweetheart, thought you wanted to cum for me?” He said with a fake pout on his pretty lips. You trembled as he started coming closer to you. “Eddie this is wrong I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been thinking of you like-” Your sentence was cut short when Eddie stood right next to you. He grabbed your hand and quickly put it against his hard dick, which was straining against his pants. “Don’t be sorry, do you feel what you do to me? I think about you like this all the time.” He confesses.

You go to speak but your mind can only think about how Eddie is currently in front of you, hard as fuck, and looking at you like he’s going to eat you. “Now I really don’t think it’s fair that you get to have all the fun baby, why don’t you get your pretty mouth around my cock?” The shyness you felt quickly leaves your body, you let out a particularly loud moan as you slowly get off of the bed, dropping down to your knees. Quickly, you begin working on his belt before tugging his pants down, as you stare up at him.

Hooking your thumbs into his boxers you pull them off rather quickly before your eyes widen in shock. You didn’t think Eddie would be small by any means, but he was well beyond average, his cock was so big that you felt a sinking feeling at the thought of trying to fit it inside of you. “Don’t be scared baby, give it a lick.” You glanced back up at him for a second before wrapping your hand around the base.

You open your mouth slowly, swirling your tongue around the head, the taste of his pre-cum quickly fills your senses. He tasted good. You tested the waters out a little more as you sank your mouth down around him eagerly, going as far as you could while keeping your hand wrapped around the part that you couldn’t fit. “That’s it baby, choke on it, come on get filthy with it.” He said, tangling his fingers in your hair and pushing you down even more, causing you to choke and drool everywhere.

You can feel yourself throb as he begins to use your mouth for his own pleasure, using his tight hold on your hair to push and pull you up and down his length. “What a good little slutty mouth, never knew you wanted me like this. Well now you’ve got me baby, gonna fuck you real good.” He muttered out, pulling you off of him. You looked up at him, your lust putting your mind into a haze. Your lips were swollen and puffy, your jaw aching. A string of saliva connected from your mouth to the head of his cock. He moaned at the sight before he ran the head of his dick against your lips, slapping it against your tongue as you stuck it out.

“As much fun as I’m having fucking your mouth, I think I need to fuck your pussy now. Been dreaming about it for so long.” You feel your pussy throb at his words, he pulls you up by your hair, the pain just turning you on even more, before quickly shoving you back onto your bed. You lay back in awe as he pulls his shirt over his head. Your eyes rake over his perfect body, pale and toned with black ink written all over. He was beautiful and you don’t know how you ended up here, but you were grateful. After his shirt is pulled off he kicks his pants off of his feet, wrapping one of his ring clad hands around his cock, rubbing himself slowly as his eyes look over your body.

“God damn baby you’re perfect.” He says, almost whining. “C’mon Eddie, hurry up and fuck me, stop being all talk and give me what I want.” Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up at your brattiness before a sadistic smirk overtakes his lips. “Oh baby, you should’ve never said that.” The next thing you knew, you were flipped over onto your stomach with your ass high in the air. Eddie didn’t give you any time to prepare before he began pushing his cock into you.

The stretch burned so bad as your pussy tried to adjust to his size. You let out a scream, feeling pain and pleasure overtake your whole body. “Hush up little girl. You’re gonna take whatever I give you right? Gonna let your best friend fuck you on his big cock?” A whine rips from your throat as you nod, dumbly. “Please! Please fuck me Eddie, give me it, need your cum inside me.” Eddie slowly draws himself back out before thrusting as hard as he could back into you.

Your pussy was fluttering around him, your wetness dripping down onto him and all over his balls and your legs. The sound of your skin slapping filled the entire room, along with all of the filthy noises coming out of the both of your mouths. You couldn’t believe this was happening, you’d fantasized about him for years and now here he was, fucking your brains out.

Your legs began to shake as you struggled to keep yourself up, Eddie wrapped one of his arms around you. He leaned over your back, pressing himself even deeper into you, which you didn’t think was physically possible. “Gonna cum for me baby? Let me have it, give me your cum honey.” His voice was deep, and rough, sending shockwaves throughout your body. The hair on your skin stood on end as goosebumps covered your arms.

“Be a good girl and cum on my dick baby, gonna fuck you like this all the time, you’d like that wouldn’t you? Wanna become my own personal fucktoy?” The sound that left you was pornographic at best, his words sending you over the edge as your pussy gripped down around him tightly, sucking his dick deeper into you. “Fuck- please Eddie I wanna be your fucktoy!” Eddie laughed and smacked your ass a few times, not letting up on his pace as you quickly became over stimulated.

“Gonna cum in this pussy, gonna breed you baby. You’re mine now, gonna fill you up every fucking day.” He growled, his hips stuttering as the knot in his stomach twisted tighter and tighter. You pushed your hips back against him hard, meeting his thrusts even though you could hardly take it anymore. “Please baby, please fill me up, breed me Eddie.” You say, tears streaming down your face and onto the bed. You felt him still suddenly as he pressed completely into you, as deep as he could. His cock twitching inside of you as his seed spilled out of his cock and into you. He laid against you for a few minutes breathing heavily before pulling out and laying next to you.

You turn onto your back, looking at him in shock. “So about that movie, what were we gonna watch again? Halloween?” You snorted and shook your head at him. “Eddie are you serious you just fucked my brains out and you still wanna watch a movie?” He smiled before laughing, reaching over and gently touching your face. “Well yeah, I do, you’re still my best friend silly…. Maybe more?” You felt more tears spring up into your eyes. “You’ll always be my best friend Eds, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you though.” You scoot over and lay on his chest, smiling happily as he runs his fingers through your hair. “I meant it baby, you’re mine now.” He whispered as you both drifted off to sleep, Halloween could wait for tomorrow…

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A/N: hopefully this didn’t suck lol it’s the first time I’ve written something that was this long! I appreciate any and all feedback!

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