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the-travelling-witch · 14 days

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𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌

nonnie asked: lately i noticed many writers writing about reader kissing character's face while wearing lipstick and therefore covering them in it and i found it so cute and then started to imagine your om!ocs and the modern au guys (…) being covered in lipstick kisses too […]

pairings: my genshin modern au guys (xiao :: scara :: aether :: kazuha :: heizou :: venti :: childe :: diluc :: kaeya), my obey me ocs (dantalion :: valefar :: stolas), my twst oc (cheron) x gn! reader

warnings: these lipsticks are not smudge-proof

a/n: as said i might write a full thing for one character when i have the chance but considering i have 13 characters here and i can only think of so many scenarios, i’m writing a few paragraphs each for now ^^;

original ask

modern au || dantalion || valefar || stolas || cheron

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔

𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 Piercer/ Tattoo Artist

It had been a busy week in which you hadn’t seen much of each other, so when you finally made it to Friday evening, you were overjoyed to see your boyfriend again. Needless to say, when the door swung shut, the first thing you did was flutter some well-earned kisses across his face, not even bothering to take your make-up off. So when Xiao spotted his reflection in the mirror, the flush on his cheeks wasn’t the only rose colour decorating his beautiful complexion. While you watched his blush darken, he couldn’t meet your eyes in the mirror and you giggled to yourself as you watched them snap to you when you pulled the neckline of his shirt out of the way and planted a final kiss on the base of his neck.

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀 Piercer/ Tattoo Artist

It was your day off, so for once you weren’t out of the house before Scara, instead getting ready at the same time as him. You made him his usual morning coffee to go after he slept over, since he straight up refused to drink anyone else’s, and kissed him goodbye. Not long after he arrived at the piercing studio, notifications started blowing up your phone and you skimmed the furious string of texts, laughing to yourself. Apparently, Xiao hadn’t said anything about the smudge on the corner of his lips, leaving Heizou and Venti to have a field day when they came in, teasing him relentlessly even after he wiped it off. As for the accusation that you did it on purpose, who was to say…

𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 Piercer/ Tattoo Artist

“Do you still need the make up remover?” Aether asked from outside your bathroom door. You’d both just gotten back from an outing with the others from the piercing shop, staying longer than you initially intended. But that was what always happened. Venti could be very convincing and the group was too much fun to leave early. “I’m done, but I didn’t notice you wearing any makeup earlier,” you admitted, opening the door to let your boyfriend in. “Well I wasn’t,” Aether sheepishly laughed, rubbing the base of his neck. And then you saw it. Faint traces of colour decorating his temple, cheek, the corner of his mouth and even the parts of his neck and chest not covered by his shirt. A shade that very closely resembled the lipstick you applied before going out. “You might be a bit of an affectionate drunk.” “Oh my— I’m so sorry, Aether,” you apologised, quickly searching around for some cotton pads and wiping the lipstick off his chest, trying not to linger on the thought too much. “Don’t worry, I thought it was cute,” he assured you, his warm smile seemingly lighting up the room. As you leaned in to clean his face, he took the opportunity to steal a quick kiss from you as well. “You should wear it more often, it looked very pretty on you.”

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 Piercer/ Tattoo Artist

Kazuha had come over for lunch, as he often did, taking a break from his coworkers between the plants, sketching if the time allowed for it. When you both had to return to work, you pressed a sweet kiss against his cheek and then rushed to help a customer. And while neither one of you noticed the colour dusting his cheek, the others sure did and wasted no time pointing it out, though all their teasing comments seemed to bounce right off of him. He wiped the stain away before any customers came in, laughing off how he hadn’t noticed at all. “Of course you wouldn’t notice,” Heizou agreed, a knowing air about him. “After all, you’re way too busy making heart eyes at your florist to even think about looking anywhere else for a second.”

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔 Piercer/ Tattoo Artist

“Hey honey, could you help me with something real quick?” You called your boyfriend over as you finished applying a new shade of lipstick you bought. As Heizou strolled up to where you were standing, you turned towards him with a smile. “What do you think? Do you like it?” “The colour looks beautiful on you,” he easily replied, sending you a flirtatious wink. “Though I’m not sure if it’s really the colour or just you being gorgeous that’s causing it. Now what did you need help with?” Wrapping one arm around his neck, you pulled him in for a kiss, making sure to firmly plant your lips against his. If your boyfriend was surprised at all, he masked it well, easily melting into the kiss. As you pulled away a little breathlessly, you grinned. “Just wanted to see if it’s really smudge-proof, though I guess it failed in that regard.” You traced a finger around the faint trace of colour on his lips as Heizou took the tube from you and applied the lipstick with pinpoint precision. Turning to you, his olive eyes were gleaming with mischief as he chuckled. “I think we should run a few more tests, just to be sure.”

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈 Piercer/ Tattoo Artist

“This one’s for the song you wrote for me and this one’s for bringing me my favourite coffee without me asking,” you mused, studying your boyfriend’s face covered in pink-hued gloss marks. Somehow a kiss to the temple had ended with you caging Venti against the couch, fluttering a dozen kisses all over the skin you could reach. “Ehe, what can I say, I’m just the best boyfriend ever,” he giggled, tracing his fingers down the contours of your face in return. Then, something in his expression changed and you prepared yourself to shut down whatever idea he was about to propose next. “Maybe I should think about getting one of them tattooed? On my shoulder or so?” “Don’t you dare.”

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄 Idol

Ever since you had caught a lot of heat from Childe’s manager for accidentally letting your boyfriend leave with a mark decorating his collarbones, you were very cautious of leaving any visible stains on him, even if it was just makeup. Still, you found ways to work around this little inconvenience. There was one time you signed off a little post-it note you left on the fridge for him, wishing him good luck for a performance, with a lipstick stain. After seeing his reaction of childish glee, it became a staple in your relationship. Then again, whenever Childe came home from work with his makeup still on, he never failed to press a big, fat, lip gloss stained kiss on your cheek, chuckling like the menace he is when you make a show of wiping it off.

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 Club Owner/ Bartender

Diluc had seen his fair share of shameless make outs during his time at the Angel’s Share and normally he just turned his head the other way, not sure why people would enjoy slobbering all over each other. Well, that was until he met you anyway. Though he’d like to think he was more composed than the intoxicated people at his club, whenever you pressed your lips against his, he thought he might get drunk off of you. He swallowed hard when you pulled away, mind still trying to process what was happening as his eyes tracked the movement of your own kiss-swollen lips, not hasty to wipe away the traces of you against his skin.

𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀 Model

Kaeya actually revelled in it whenever you leave any type of mark on him, as long as it didn’t lead to a scolding from his manager. Whether it was something more durable like a hickey or something easily wiped off like a lipstick stain, Kaeya always looked very smug about it afterwards. After all, the marks were a testimony to the events that transpired previously, and what could he say, Kaeya enjoyed those very much. Even more so considering he knew his way around a makeup bag, confidently picking out shades that looked gorgeous on you and even more gorgeous when they were smudged around the corner of your lips and over his skin. In his opinion, every photo of the aftermath was more stunning than any of his cover shoots.

𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐲 𝐌𝐞! 𝐎𝐂𝐬

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 Majolish Owner/ Devil Style Chief Editor

You walked in on Dantalion getting ready, his attention that was previously on his reflection in the vanity mirror flickering to you when you entered. His plush lips, curled into a loving smile, are painted in a flattering shade of red and your gaze was trained on them as you came to stand in front of him. “Are you trying a new shade? It suits you well.” “I am. I’m glad you like it,” he hummed, tilting his head in contemplation. “I wonder…” Cupping your cheek in his palm, the demon leaned towards you and you instinctively closed your eyes as his soft lips pressed against yours with purpose. As always his kisses made a part of your brain short circuit and you blinked at him dazedly for a moment after you parted. There was a satisfied gleam in his bright eyes as he wiped at your bottom lip with his thumb, studying the red stain he left. “As expected, it’s an even lovelier colour on you, my flower.”

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐑 Casino Owner

“Little lamb, come here for a second.” Valefar was no stranger to finding your lipstick smudges at the rim of his drinks or wiping smudges of colour and gloss from his cheek before leaving for the casino after you gave him a kiss goodbye. He didn’t mind, found it cute even, but as he regarded the pink stain on the collar of his white dress shirt in the lounge’s mirror, he knew it won’t come off with a quick swipe of his thumb. It wasn’t a big deal, he kept spare shirts in his office, but Val wouldn’t pass on the opportunity to fluster you. “Care to explain yourself?” You were halfway through stuttering out a sheepish apology when Valefar backed you against his desk, keeping you pinned to him with a hand on your back. Intense amber eyes keep contact with yours as he leaned down to suck a noticeable hickey on the same spot his collar would be, knowing your clothes barely wouldn’t be able to hide it. “Debts should be repaid, wouldn’t you agree?”

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐒 Popular Streamer

It was a pleasant day in the Devildom, as pleasant as it could be in a realm without the sun anyway, pulling the two of you out into town. While strolling from apparel stores to gaming shops, you passed a café you frequented and decided to stop by for some refreshments. As you pointed around various shop displays, you had the sinking feeling that your drink emptied faster than usual. And when you spotted the colourful stain that had transferred from your straw to your boyfriend’s lips, you caught the culprit red- handed (or rather red-lipped). When confronted he merely chuckled playfully before swooping in to steal a kiss on top of your drink, staining them with more of your lipstick and thereby destroying the evidence. (His straw also became more colourful as he offered you his drink as compensation.)

𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐂

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 Prince of Hell

When Vil gifted you a set of lipsticks and glosses from a campaign he was part of and had no need for, you accepted them gratefully. You just finished sorting through all the shades and trying out a pretty shade of red, when there was a knock on your door and Cheron sauntered into your room. “There you are,” he grinned, charming without even having to try, before pulling you close and stealing the air from your lungs with a kiss. For someone who claimed to not be interested in ferrying more souls to hell, he sure seemed intent on trying to kill you. “What’s this you got there? Vil’s new collab?” “Right you are,” you paused, peering around him to the lipstick tube in your hand and chuckling as you read the shade name. Pressing another kiss right onto the middle of his cheek as payback for his usual schemes, you took in the red matching the colour on the corner of his lips. “Don’t you think it’s a beautiful colour, Cherry? It does match your hair and eyes. Maybe I should start calling you that.” There was a dangerous glint in his crimson eyes, clearly aware of the red staining his face, as he swiped his thumb under your bottom lip where the lipstick left a smudge as well. “You have a lot of nerve marking the Prince of Hell.” His grin showed off the points of his fangs more clearly now, clearly amused at your little stunt, taking a step forward and walking you backwards towards the edge of your bed. “That’s fine. If you can handle the consequences, that is.”

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reallyromealone · 1 month

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Title: fae love

Fandom: none

Characters: original character (orc), reader

Fic type: nsfw, story

Pairings: orc x male reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, nsfw, smut, reader has some description, boy pussy term used, reader is a fae, chaotic reader

Notes: I thought I posted this but I didn't, this is super indulgent, and yeah. Normally this would go through Patreon first but I'm feeling kind

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(name) smiled as he was carried by the giant orc that was his mate, a towering ten feet tall to (name) 's five feet four inches, the pretty fae kissing the orc's olive cheek sweetly as they went back to their farm, a sweet little farm in the woods outside of town "I told you no more fires in non agreed fireplaces" he said gruffly to (name) who just smiled "you're the one who chose to become fated mates with me~"

The Orc sighed, looking at the gold ring on (name) 's finger and the wedding necklace, indeed he chose (name) for marriage, he did love his chaotic husband.

(Name) often treated his husband like a jungle gym, the tiny fae usually resting on his shoulder as he went about things and used his magic for various tasks "My love, please... You're awful at cooking" he swatted (name)s hand away when (name) tried to help by adding flower petals to the stew "but they make the stew look magical ~!" Was (name) 's reasoning as he watched the other stir the rabbit and vegetable soup "I added extra (vegetable), magical enough?" The orc gently kissed the other calf, tusks grazing (name) 's flesh, and (name) giggled "You romantic~"

(Name) always sat in his husband's lap when they ate and spoke about their days, (name) in the woods building little homes for the mouse village as they wanted to expand--- thankfully their building supplies were primarily popsicle sticks, the Orc gladly letting his love do that, especially since the mouse folk traded for mushrooms and herbs they find, it also kept (name) from causing mischief amongst the fae wilds, the two living outside the fae wild portal ring and often seeing passerbys that (name) would prank (read: setting their shoes on fire).

It was always a serene affair.

Well for (name).

When bedtime came, (name) carefully took off his jewelry as did his husband, removing any makeup for the night against the candlelight "Oh..." (Name) whispered as he felt his love's large hards easily spread his legs, rubbing the inside of his thighs "been energetic these days, causing problems..." The orc said as (name) leaned into his broad chest and felt the other large cock against his ass "Have no output for this energy..." (Name) said back breathlessly as he already imagined the sweet stretch of the other cock "need something... Big to help me relax" he cooed and grinned impishly when his large husband tossed him on the giant bed, something they invested in long ago.

The orc pulled down his pants, large girthy cock erect and heavy, a deep red tip that slowly turned green "pretty.." fourteen inches that (name) couldn't help but feel giddy as he crawled to the other and gently took the others cock in his hands, kissing the tip sweetly as he stroked the shaft with both hands, taking the tip into his mouth as he gently placed his hands on his abdomen and a womb tattoo appeared, already using magic to keep his body intact so the other could fill him fully, essentially an infinity spell to not kill him.

The taste of pre-cum made (name) hazy, fae pre-cum and the likes were aphrodisiacs, (name) 's eyes heavy as the effects of the tattoo began "Gonna take me well... Always do" the orc grumbled as he watched (name) stroke him off and trying to take him but sadly he just couldn't fit him in, not without using magic to warp his body.

And last time that happened it was horrific when he let (name) do the magic using.

Jaw unhinging and face distorting...the poor orc couldn't look at his husband the same for a week.

"Lemme see that ass" (name) let himself be manhandled into his husband's hold, upside down as he held onto the other cock while being held in the air, letting out a shaky breath when he felt his loves tongue lick from his balls to his ass and circling his hot tongue around the rim as (name) shakily stroked the orcs cock as his husband's long tongue went down to curl around (name)s cock, average in size but tiny to the massive orc who felt the aphrodisiac affects himself as his large fingers pushed into (name)s ass.

(Name) Whined and moaned as he felt himself fall apart, clinging onto the other's cock like a lifeline as his ass was finger fucked and his cock licked methodically "Please... Need it..." He needed that itch scratched, yelping when his husband smacked his ass "Behave" the other grunted as his tusks scraped (name)s lower ass cheeks.

(Name) Was manhandled onto his back, for a moment he felt giddy thinking he was getting the other big cock but let out a loud cry as his husband's index middle and ring finger fucked his ass aggressively, veins showing up on the orc's arms as he fucked as hard as he could against (name)s prostate as (name) climaxed hard but the other continued fucking through his climax, watching intensely.

He could barely muster words, the two having a safe word as their sessions got... Intense so the mewls of "stop" and "I can't!" Fell on deaf ears as the orc grinned at his lover's fucked out expression as he slowly pulled his wet fingers out "Your little ass-pussy is ready... You good there baby boy?" He asked as (name) whined "please..." (Name) Begged as he let his husband kiss him slowly, lining his giant cock to (name)s poor entrance and pushing in, shushing his whined at the sensation. no matter how many times they did it, it still stung as the orc slowly bottomed out.

"You did so good, my love" the orc soothed him as he let (name) adjust, no matter how much prep the sweet face needed to adjust for a few minutes as his body twitched helplessly "Big..." (Name) Whined as he felt his husband kiss stray tears.

The two stayed like this for a few moments before (name) gave the ok and the other slowly began thrusting, pushing out to the tip and pushing in, with each thrust he slowly picked up speed. "Oh! Fuck!" (Name) Gasped as he felt the other's balls slap against his ass, hips bruising as he was fucked like a doll.

"More!"

"Yes!"

"O-oh!"

Climaxes and moans, scratches and bites were all the things that (name) got and gave as his legs stretched with a slight burn, riding his beloved as his wings stretched out, previously hidden with magic as a harsh climax rolled through and the dust from his wings lifting them slightly "yes! Fuck me with that cock!" (Name) Scratched down the other's chest as he developed more fae features, unable to keep his magic back.

"Gonna cum in that pretty hole, take it all!" (Name) Collapsed as he was stuffed, stomach bulging as his husband filled his belly with cum.

"There... Keep you from setting trees on fire for a few days..."

#x male reader #male reader #smut #orc x reader #orc x male reader #fantasy

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starrykaulitz · 11 months

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could you write walking in on bill and tom jerking off (separately obviously)💀

$. caught.

☆ synopsis ; you walk in on bill and tom “pleasuring” themselves (SEPARATE SCENARIOS FOR EACH BROTHER!!)

★ pairing ; bill x fem!reader, tom x fem!reader

☆ word count ; 2121

★ warnings ; language, smut (18+), dirty talk?, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), masturbation.

a/n – hi so I cannot do headcannons to save myself so here are short lil drabbles of what unrealistically would happen if u walked in on them, hope this is okay :)

☆

BILL :

your face dropped, the bag once gripped within your hand—contents including aldi snacks—plummeted roughly to the floor beside you.

bill’s face mimicked your own, instantly turning a dark scarlet. he couldn’t get a hold of the blanket beside him fast enough as he attempted to cover the erection gripped within his right hand.

the room was filled with silence, not even breathing could be heard between the two of you before bill blinked for the first time in what felt to be hours.

“i-i am so sorry…” the boy stuttered, his voice throaty and sick as he instantly shut the laptop beside him.

“no, no…” you attempted to find the will to speak, to say anything to rid of the rising tension between his crotch and the way you almost began salivating at what you saw.

“its…” you began, though was harshly cut-off at the way you envisioned bill’s mouth hanging open, erotic moans and groans leaving his strong lungs as he watched your head bop up and down on what he once was touching himself.

you swallowed the thought, biting your bottom lip as the invisible restraints within you held you back from pouncing on the man and finishing what he had started.

“it’s my fault…” you finally let out, eyes roaming bill’s suggestive state-- sweat glistened on his fore-head, long-black locks clinging to his neck from the high he had been chasing, the way his shirt was prompted just above his star tattoo, revealing his flexed muscles as he lent against the bed-head—all making you do the rather rash thing in which your body found to be instinctive.

stalking forward, his dark eyes had not left yours once, studying each and every slight movement you made.

you felt the soft bedding beneath your knees as you climbed on top of the dumbfounded boy—god, he looked sexy without makeup.

he watched as your legs encircled his own, straddling him as you removed your jacket and threw it to the floor—he licked his lips, tongue ring present for only moments before he felt your hand at the peak of the sheet covering what you needed in your possession oh so gravely.

you shuffled backward, the blanket gripped in your shivering fingertips following in suit until it revealed his still hard cock. it was large, larger than what your eyes had first tasted.

the way the pre-cum seeped out of its tip was something you had only dreamed off—the position of your tongue licking the base of his cock something that bill had only seen within his heated fantasies.

he seethed as he watched your palm slowly spread your own spit, combined with his pre-cum, up and down his length. bills hand instantly met roughly with the blanket beneath him as he groped harshly at its soft fabric.

you couldn’t wait any longer—you needed to hear the pitiable boy beneath you whine. and as you licked his blossom-pink tip, his sounds did not disappoint. you began drawing circles around it before your throat slowly lowered to the base of his cock. you groaned as his size hit the back of your throat, eyes already beginning to water before you mentally prepared to finish what he’d started.

he cursed under his breath as his manicured hand pulled his shirt up higher on his stomach-- making sure to witness everything you’d been doing to his already close cock—the ironic situation being that he’d been jerking off to exactly what was now a reality.

your pace started unhurried as you could already feel the length twitching within your throat, figuring that he must’ve been close to finishing before you’d rudely barged in.

as your pace quickened, so did his rapid breathing. the way you began to gag on his dick only making him beyond vocal as he slurred on his words, fighting the moans which escaped his raw throat.

“fuck…” he whined again, “im s-so close…” bill’s mouth whining your name only made you accelerate your speed, instantly forcing another moan out of him.

“i-i…” his breath caught in his throat. he attempted to swallow it down with him though could only groan, teeth seething as he felt pure euphoria from your warm throat.

his head shot backward till it lent against the bed-head behind him, your eyes lifting to watch his chest rise and fall whilst your mouth dealt with his shuddering dick.

as you watched bill find the strength to bring his neck upward once-more, instantly locking eyes with your own, his mouth fell agape. the way your mouth engulfed his length so easily, the sound of your sloppy gagging on his cock, he couldn’t handle it.

“i-im coming…” his knuckles became white as he drilled them into the bed, moaning loudly as his long awaited high slammed into him, eyes rolling to the back of his head being followed by a string of curses.

you felt his warm seed hit the back of your throat, the salty taste soon fading as you lifted yourself off his dick hesitantly.

you held the taste on your tongue as your hands met with his chin, forcing his head off the support of the bed-board and drawing his attention to your mouth. you made him watch as his cum, once flattened against your tongue, now travelled down your throat. he panted through an open mouth, watching intently as you licked the excess liquid from your lips.

TOM :

“ill be right back.” you yawned, looking to bill who rested contentedly next to you, his eyes not leaving the TV screen for even a moment.

you were to make sure you were quick—going to the toilet, washing hands, and sprinting back downstairs as to not miss any of the movie—this was your initial plan.

as your feet leapt from one step too another—missing every second plank—you turned down the corridor until reaching the door in which you’d been looking for.

without a second thought, you rushed inside. immediately regretting your hasty choice, you jumped backward at the sight in front of you.

tom, leaning against the tiled wall within the shower, held his erection within his fist. as he heard the door swing open, he lifted his head instantly to the noise and jumped just as you had.

“tom, fuck!” you yelped before turning around and stamping your foot on the floor.

“how in fuck is this my fault!?” he screamed over the running water, “didn’t you hear the shower running?”

come to think of it, no, you hadn’t. you had been in too much of a rush to even realise someone had been inside the room you so desperately needed—your original motive instantly being forgotten after this crude incident.

“fuck, i’m sorry, alright?” you mumbled before making your way back to where you had just been—though suddenly something gripped at your wrist. you were met with wet, soggy fingers pulling you toward them.

tom had his well-known devilish smirk painted across his face, watching your shocked expression as you choked back a yelp once your face met with the warmth of running water.

“tom, fuck off!” it was too late to escape, you were soaked. you turned to face away from his naked body, eyes shut as his grip remained stagnant on your wrist.

the pyjama shorts and crop-top which were once white became only a transparent grey. as you realised this, your arms instantly wrapped around your body—no, they weren’t your arms; they were tom’s.

you felt his heavy, damp dreads fall to your shoulder as his face stopped beside your right ear.

“turn around.” he whispered against the delicate skin of your ear-lobe, your thighs instinctively pressing together as you felt a heat begin budding within you.

you had no choice but to oblige to his demand, and as you did, you were met with first, his naked legs, eyes moving upward until they reached his own brown-ones. his teeth were almost perfectly white, his smirk horribly irresistible as you watched him gradually lean into your neck, beginning to plant feverish kisses to it’s damp surface.

you couldn’t help but extend it for him further, allowing tom to fully take advantage of the space between you and your now soaked shirt—a good day to be bra-less.

you felt as his calloused fingers began roaming your curves, digging into your waist before your own fingers began pulling on his wet dreads—let loose and out of their usual up-do.

your thumb met his jaw, dragging his face out of your neck and toward your lips. instantly, his tongue licked at the corners of your mouth before entering. as they fought for dominance, fought for air, he had won, pushing you against the wall before he launched into groping at your exposed boobs.

he palmed at them, massaging them until his hands lowered to the hem of your shorts. you gasped as you felt his slick digit instantly enter your aching entry—he felt no need in preparing you.

“fuck, tom!” you clung to his back as your chests met one-another, slippery surfaces causing intense friction. his fingers curled inside you, causing you to cry out in pure pleasure as your nails dug into his back. you felt his mouth twist into an upward grin, he appreciated each and every noise leaving your plump lips.

then, another finger had begun pumping into you.

you whined his name against the crook of his neck, beginning to find it difficult to hold yourself upright as his pace only quickened, roughened.

then, he pulled himself away, your bodies parting making you whine as his warmth disappeared and you were hit with the steam of the shower. though as his fingers left you craving his touch, you watched tom kaulitz begin to get on his knees, his fingers swiping a group of dreads behind his ear before his hands gripped at the soft plush of your thighs.

parting them gently, soft lips trailed small kisses until they had reached your aching centre.

his fingers curled around your soaked shorts and pulled them to the floor, eyeing your clean bud before you felt his tongue lap at its folds.

again, you cried out his name amongst the sound of the running water which drummed against the tiles below.

the sensation of his lip-ring against your slick entrance caused your legs to go weak as his experienced tongue lapped up any juices he could. he was hungry, starving, eating you as if you were his prey.

“you taste…” another lick, “so fucking good.” he mumbled against you, causing intense vibrations to be sent straight to your uterus.

“keep going…” you mumbled, you couldn’t help but grip at the lose dread-locks hanging delicately around his jaw as he admired you from below—watching each erotic expression you made which only helped the hand that had begun working at himself.

he had been so desperate to please you for so long-- long enough to make him kneel to you and praise your pussy.

you looked down, watching as the hand working at himself caused his eyes to shut tightly. his free hand began to snake its way to your lower stomach, pressing down gently against it, forcing another whine out of you as you felt yourself nearing closer and closer to your end.

“im so close… please…” you begged as your head hit the fogged tiles behind you—the same tiles in which tom had been leaning on for support only moments ago.

and as his tongue entered you one final time, his enflamed lips rubbing against your sensitive clit, you felt your guts twist and pull until you’d felt your high hit you.

you moaned his name over and over as euphoria layered itself upon your heavy eye-lids, squeezing them shut as you felt tom lick your slick away, before finally his tongue glided over his lips—they were covered your juices.

you looked below, eyes meeting with the white liquid which now lay on tom’s tanned thighs. your breath was heavy, laboured, and your body felt to be on fire as you fought against the shower’s mist.

you noticed that tom had been in a similar state, his position painting him in a completely different light as he slowly lifted himself from his knees to an up-right position—you forgot how tall he was as he towered over your now pathetic, trembling body.

“take off the shirt, I can see everything anyways.”

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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (iv) - pt 1 pt 2 p3

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : maybe the only way matt and y/n can stand being around each other is to fuck each other

warnings : weed, alcohol/drinking, smut (slightly rough but not very?? pretty filthy tho), profanity

mickey speaks : rlly hate how the smut turned out but maybe its jus me being a perfectionist + i changed a lot of shit ab UCLA (mostly grad dates) to fit into my narrative okay, i knowwww. only sorta proofread bc ive been busy, enjoy <3

THIS IS PART FOUR GO READ THE FIRST THREE PARTS DUHH

"FUCK!"

the turn of spring to summer in LA is typically the most eventful time of year. more parties are thrown than ever before in celebration of the season change, the boom of tourism begins, and of course school years are ending.

you celebrated your college graduation from UCLA only a week ago, with a large dinner at your favorite seafood restaurant and your friends all excitedly in attendance. matt was also there but you let it be known you invited him only so you wouldn’t feel bad (though he claims he wouldn’t have cared if you did or not).

you also shared an excruciating breakfast that same morning with your parents (both suffocating you with their traditional views that reminded you exactly why you moved hours away from them to attend school). you were cautious to wear items of clothing that would hide your tattoo and kept any conversations on the topic of your schooling rather than outside interests (not that they even care to ask) out of fear you may expose your routine of going out to party most weekends.

your brother was also at breakfast and you could tell he was trying his hardest to keep a positive attitude for you. you immediately noticed his wet face when you gave him a full hug after your ceremony, which made you cry, mostly out of missing him and love.

"it's not that bad!" andrea looks at you in the mirror as she continues to give herself soft curls.

“how the fuck did i manage to make this one downturned and this one up,” you reply in frustration while you point to either wing of eyeliner on your grimaced face.

andrea giggles and aims the stick of the curling iron at makeup remover lying in the sink, “just get a q-tip and fix it, cariño.” (“honey”)

you move around her to grab a q-tip from a small jar in the medicine cabinet before following her instructions, getting extra close to the mirror.

remi barges in the bathroom dressed in a mini skirt and a detailed patterned top, “hi nick!” she exclaims to her phone screen, placing it down on the counter while untwisting her lipgloss.

you can see nick’s awkward face as he sits in the car (making his camera jump at any dip or bump in the road), “sooo…this better be erin’s bathroom ceiling im staring at.”

“and if i say it’s not?” remi giggles to herself before rubbing her lips together to spread the gloss further.

“i’d say what the fuck are you guys still doing at home?! y/n’s our mutual friend that even got us into this bitch and i’m not just walking into some sorority house acting like i know any of these fucking people.”

“and we didn’t go to college!” chris exclaims to add to the point.

“yeah, we didn’t go to fuckin’ college!” nicks adds before his face falters, “the fuck does that have to do with it?”

chris’ voice is low as he explains himself, “you know…like, obviously we aren’t gonna know shit about some delta kappa omega?”

nick comedically pauses and the three of you watch the screen to see him staring at chris with no facial expression, “…okay chris. anyway, get your asses over here ASAP. we need you.”

“okay, we don’t need them. you’re being dramatic just chill out,” matt huffs from the driver’s seat.

“hey, we’re leaving soon i promise, nick.” andrea assures and remi picks her phone off of the counter to show the girl.

"thanks, but we'll be fine. erin told me where to find her, let's not get ridiculous." matt continues dismissing the conversation he finds so unnecessary.

you hold yourself back from saying anything but you can’t help but wonder just how close erin has got to matt. and how she managed to hold any conversations without pissing him off (no way a little lap dance dismissed matt’s entire personality). she hasn’t been too explicit about anything happening between them, only cluing you all in through her frequent mentions of him.

chris’ loud voice beams, “yeah, you ladies take your time! nick gimme the phone-” chris’ smiley face takes up remi’s screen now that the phone has shifted, “you know, who the fuck are we to tell any of you to rush?!” he sees andrea in view (with a form fitting dress and warm toned makeup) and can’t help the rush of words that decide to spill from his mouth, “andreayoulookfineasshitbytheway- and i just think, uh,” he giggles at his poor recovery and at andrea shaking her head and biting the side of her mouth (her very andrea way of blushing). “um, yeah, fuck, what was i sayin’?” he turns to matt.

nick laughs from the backseat at chris’ comment (he thinks it’s generally embarrassing opposed to andrea who finds herself embarrassingly flattered by him).

“nothing important, say your goodbyes now, we just pulled up.” matt gives his short advice and takes the phone. “see you, bye,” he hangs up and chris punches his arm immediately.

“dudeee!” chris groans. matt doesn’t give any reaction besides handing nick his phone back without looking at him.

“we’ll see them in less than an hour, get your shit.” matt tilts his head out the door as he opens it and exits the car.

“he’s so annoying.” chris huffs and turns to nick as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

“i don’t know him, he’s your fuckin’ brother.” nick shrugs and acts clueless. chris laughs into his seat and nick knows making chris laugh makes him feel way better than just shitting on matt would’ve.

matt opens his door again, “get your gigglin’ asses out here!”

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matt's suprised he's lasted this long at this party without a fucking drink.

he's seen just about every partygoer trope there is - drunk guys and "you need to sober up" girlfriends, overly excited drunks far too impressed by each new song that plays, the loner type who strictly speak within their circle even when wasted, et cetera - and has managed to lose everyone he knows in this crowd, leaving him alone with DD responsibilities in a sorority house bouncing with excitement in honor of their “graduating senior sisters.”

speaking of, he’s only spoken to erin once all night. he did see you with your friends briefly, early in the night before you were swooped away with nick to be introduced to some guy he just met.

so like all times matt is bitchless and bored, he decides to smoke. he reaches in his jacket pocket for the joint he rolled before the party, in case of emergency.

but just as he raises the lighter towards his mouth he's interrupted by an airy, high pitched voice, “um, excuse me!” matt looks over, “yeah, you. sorry, you can't have drugs in the house.” the blonde frowns.

“it’s weed…” matt clarifies, taking the joint from between his lips.

“uh huh! and that is prohibited, outside please,” she guides her hand, drink in tow, towards a sliding door behind her.

he's not gonna nitpick with some chick about the umbrella term of 'drugs' or debate whether the alcohol she's drinking lies under it, so he just nods his head “cool,” and removes himself from his spot against the wall to walk around her and out of the door.

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you slump against a nearby couch as you recover from a hour of dancing alongside your best friends. remi sits next to you and leans her head on your shoulder as you both look around at the room full of people (a shade of deep fuchsia covers the room from multiple LED lights around the large house).

when you feel your own blinks become slower you shrug your shoulder and look at remi's profile, "we should probably get up rem, or else we'll fall asleep. this couch is way too comfy." you sigh.

"mmm... yeah. kinda want another drink but," she turns to look behind you both, "the kitchen's all the way over there..."

"now i know you two aren't tapping out of my party already?!"

you both look over to see erin dressed in a small glittered party dress, making her shine as she walks closer. "erin, where the fuck have you been?!" you excitedly rise from the couch and give her a hug.

"it's actually so fucking hard to host a graduation party, especially with my sorority sisters- they've had me doing all these traditions and shit, i haven't had time to talk to like anyone!" she explains to both you and remi.

"well, at least you look good, bitch!" remi adds and holds erins hand to make her twirl in her dress.

"thank you," she blushes and looks down then back to you two, "have either of you seen the triplets?"

"i think nick's off with some dude and chris is 'teaching' drea how to play beer pong..." you trail off and look to remi, "have you seen matt at all...?"

"not recently, i don't think so?" she looks over to erin.

"oh okay, that's fine. just wanna make sure they're having funnn." she draws her words out as she plays with the ends of her hair and smiles. you and remi can both tell she something bothers her more than she's leading on.

"e, come with us to grab drinks," you hold both remi and erin's hands and guide them with you to the kitchen.

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matt hadn't realized how hard he was staring at you dancing until chris came up to him with wild eyes and a loud laugh, making him snap away from whatever trance he was in.

"you okay, matt? your brain's not buzzkillin' right?"

matt straightens himself to no longer lean on the wall, "no."

"you sure?"

"yes?"

"maybe you should say fuck DD and have a drink or two, might give you somethin' to smileee aboutttt!" chris laughs.

"don't be stupid, chris. 'm not driving drunk."

"obviously we'd get an uber, matt." he emphasizes with a 'duh' attitude. "i get funnier when drunk, not stupid."

"right," matt offers a light laugh.

he throws a hand over matt's shoulder as they both face the crowd of dancing people, "god damn andrea's fucking hot- swear she's been feelin' me all night," chris hypes himself up then brings his red solo cup towards his mouth.

matt's eyes shift from you to andrea, who's limbs move just as freely and smile is just as wide. "that's good, that's good," matt nods. "she's nice."

"she's everything, bro." chris shakes his head in awe, "but, uh, do you have any cash on you?" matt turns his head, eyes showing his annoyance. "i'll pay you back, you know that matt. just like $20 to get me in the poker game outside."

"chris-"

"please, matt," he begs.

matt lets a heavy sigh out through his nose as he rustles in his pocket for his wallet. "you're my favorite now," chris kisses matt's hand quickly before he's heading off with a crumpled twenty in hand.

matt's eyes follow him until he's fully gone, then he's turning to look for you again. only this time it's not a challenge at all, you're already on your way.

you pull at the bottom of your little black dress (which rode up some due to your eccentric dancing) as you approach. "hi, matttt," you sing. it's known to most of your friends that when you're drunk your emotions are ten times stronger, and right now you're feeling extra carefree.

matt can tell you've definitely had a few drinks, so he tries to keep the conversation civil. "hey," he cracks a smile.

"are you not having fun?" you ask. you've wondered ever since you recognized him across the room.

"sure, i'm having fun." he shrugs, keeping eye contact with you.

you notice his all black outfit and blue jean jacket, "we kinda match," you look down at yourself then towards him, "i had a jean jacket too...it's um, in a closet somewhere i think."

"then you must have great style," matt jokes.

"oh i think that was clear before i happened to match you," you joke making use of your hands while speaking.

"mhm, sure..."

"so, do you wanna dance with us?" you smile in question.

"absolutely not," matt laughs and brings a fist to his mouth.

your smile drops, "right, you watch us dance but laugh at the thought of participating...?" you move your eyes to each side, "'cause that makes sense, matthew."

"no, it's not like that. you go have fun, i'm just not one to make myself look stupid for fun." he shrugs.

"so we...look stupid?" you squint your eyes in amusement knowing matt is trying to be such a hard ass for no reason.

"you said it," he laughs.

now you're a bit annoyed. "so you go back to being a loser all alone right here in this corner, and i'll go back to this stupid party and enjoy myself."

"alright," he rolls his eyes, "go ahead and be dramatic about it."

"will do," you sigh and begin to walk over to your friends, presenting matt with the gift of your middle finger directed towards him behind your back.

and matt thinks he just might take chris' advice on having a drink or two.

౨ৎ

you hate that matt is still on your mind.

and it irritates the fuck out of you that you're now giddy seeing him for a third time tonight. but to give yourself the benefit of the doubt, you've gotten to the point where you're so buzzed you've become horny.

you came outside on the hunt for remi, who told you she was looking for erin, and ended up finding all three triplets at a makeshift poker table full of rowdy men.

and as some wise person must have said: when horny, find someone to fuck.

"y/n!! whatcha doin'?" nick notices you and gives you a wide grin offering you a chair near the table.

"hey, nick. 'm sorry i can't really stay i just, um, need to borrow matt."

matt. who isn't paying much attention to anything around him now that the four shots he took settled. with his phone in one hand and a beer resting in his other, he's bound to be startled when you come behind him and whisper in his ear, "heyyy, sorry to bother but can we talk?"

he blinks and looks behind him, "y/n?!"

"come," you motion with your fingers and begin to walk away as he rubs his fingers over his eyes and starts to stand up.

"yeah?" he asks getting closer to you.

you wordlessly bring him back into the heated house and navigate until you find a mostly empty hallway (all while he keeps annoying you by repeatedly asking what you want).

his back falls against the wall, "way to confuse the fuck outta me. what's good?" the hand you were once holding dives into his front pocket out of habit and the other continues to hold his beer.

"i just need you to take me home."

"y/n, i'm no longer driving myself home, let alone you," he shakes his head.

"right, i figured, smartass."

"glad those comprehension skills still work. grab your phone and order an uber, 'm sure you dont need my help."

"matt. i want you to come home with me." you sigh in defeat.

"oh shit." matt dead pans. "ohhh shit." his eyes widen before a a laugh breaks through his closed mouth, "sunshine...you're tryna' fuck?" he looks up at you from his spot against the wall.

you scramble a lie to make yourself look less pathetic, "you're a last resort trust me," you roll your eyes. this was way better in your drunken mind than reality.

"still made the list though!" matt jokes, "wow. who knew you were so romantic? bringing me all the way over here just to tell me you wanna fuck. and at your place? how sweet," he can't help but poke fun.

"fuck you," you say under your breath.

"well only because you asked so kindly!" he goes to wrap his arms around you before you push him back against the wall.

"are you done?"

"i guess." he shrugs.

"so will you or not," you try to keep your confidence and not allow matt's comments to embarrass you. "it's fine if not, just-"

"yeah," matt's smirk slowly grows. "meet me out front, i'll have to go lie to my brothers but i can be quick."

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"why am i shocked you're actually here?" you ask as you shut the car door and look over to matt, phone screen reflected on his face.

the car begins to speed out of the neighborhood as he turns off his phone and shoves it in his jacket pocket, "let's be serious for one second," he reaches over and pulls at the end of your dress, "you wear this and look like that and you think i'd say no? i'd be crazy. i mean, yeah, your fuckin' mouth can irritate me to pieces but-"

"actually just shut up, matt" you remove your head from leaning against the window and move across the middle seat to kiss him. you pull apart fairly quickly though, "how are you less mean yet extra annoying when drunk? i shoulda went with my last last resort." you shake your head.

matt grumbles before leaning to kiss you again.

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after a car ride full of teasing and rushed kisses, you both made it to your apartment complex.

you fumble with your purse as you search for your house keys, distracted by matt’s lips moving over your neck. you pinch your eyes shut in frustration, “mattt, give me a second,” you nudge your shoulder into him to get him off of you.

“let me see it,” he grumbles grabbing your purse and finding your keys with ease, moving his arms around you and unlocking the door.

“you make it look so easy,” you breathe and open the door with your body pressed against it.

matt lets go of you and follows you inside.

you lean a hand on the wall next to the door to quickly remove your heeled shoes and matt watches you with dopey eyes and glossy, excessively bitten lips before deciding to take his shoes off as well.

you walk closer to him once he’s done, your dress riding up your legs and barely covering your ass at this point. you look up to him and softly ask, “do you need anything to drink?”

he brings his right hand up to hold your face and moves close to your lips, “you know i don’t want a fucking drink.”

“you don’t?" your pout is genuine even though you're teasing him. he knows you're sweet enough to really get him a drink if he desired. he draws his thumb across your slumped lip before you speak again, "well…what do you want, matt?” you move your hands to the waist of his jeans, tracing the outer seam.

he pinches his eyes shut and moves his head to lean on your shoulder, he’s not gonna be the one to say he wants to fuck you. you want to fuck him, that's why he's here. so he’s definitely not begging you to touch him.

“hmm…?” you hum as your hands go to either side of his face, bringing him back to look at you. he looks into your eyes as he drops his hand from your jaw. you notice the pink splotches that still linger on his face, recovering from the heat of the party atmosphere and now the heat of this moment.

matt looks down at your lips, “you know what i want, and you want it too.” his hands travel down and push the front of your mini dress up as he feels over your underwear.

you mouth hangs open and you move your hips against him softly. begging him with your actions rather than your words. and those tend to speak the loudest.

"so what do you want, y/n?" he asks quietly without breaking eye contact.

"matt-" you breathe, wanting him to do anything more than a juvenile rub over your underwear.

he licks and sucks your neck as your hands capture his hair. “where do you want me?” he sounds out of breath when he asks so close to your ear. he finally moves his fingers past the waistband of your panties to nudge your clit as he taunts, “hmm…? you want me right here?”

you whine, “we can’t right here."

"why not?" he breathes against you, annoyed.

"i can't have you fuck me in the foyer i share with my best friend,” you just know andrea would be pissed if either of your body’s fluids made it onto the freshly vacuumed carpet.

he retracts his hand, “then why are we just standing around? show me to your room,” his voice is rough.

“why don’t you try to guess which is my room is mine?” you smile with your faces far too close together.

“why don’t you be a good host and give me a tour?” he retorts.

“that’s not fun,” you push.

he growls and lifts you up, walking past the living room and into a hallway that splits in two (all while you incessantly kiss his jaw and upper neck). he huffs at his ridiculous situation and reaches for the first door he sees. a toilet sits at the end of the room and a cluttered counter to the left.

“bathroom,” you mutter with a giggle.

matt responds with a snipped tone, “mhm yeah i’ve seen one before.”

his grip on your waist grows harsher as he opens and closes a multitude of doors with you commentating over.

he finally makes it to your room with you mocking him in a cheer of celebration as you climb off of him and turn on the dim light near your bedside.

matt would normally take in the room around him but his headspace is far too sexually frustrated to give a shit about how you decorate your room.

he opts to stand near the door and eye you from afar, wanting nothing more than to pounce on you.

you notice this (as well as the fact that matt hasn’t listened to a word you’ve said about minding the mess of clothes piled in the corner from your struggle to pick an outfit earlier) and slowly walk back towards him. the soft yellow light blurs behind you and highlights the edges of your figure in a mouthwateringly pretty way that makes matt antsy.

when you’re close enough matt somehow pulls you closer. his nose nudges against yours messily before capturing your mouth in a heated kiss. your hands feel for the end of his shirt and move underneath it to touch his warm lower stomach. you can feel how his body expands and curls as he breathes through your unwavering kiss.

despite wanting to keep the tension high, you break apart from matt to tease a bit, “can i touch you?” his face is scrunched absentmindedly from his desire and his lower lip finds its place tucked behind his front teeth when he rushes a nod to you in encouragement.

you push him away from you softly, “take your jacket off.” you move to your bed and after the sound of a jacket hitting the floor, you find him right on your feet, chasing your kiss and heat.

he leans over you and immediately finds your lips once more. now that he’s on top of you he finds himself wanting to get you to say how bad you want him.

his hands meet your thighs and move your dress as they run up to your rib cage before moving back down to squeeze your thighs.

matt’s surprised when you’re the one to involve your tongue in the mix, making the kiss sloppy yet intimate. your hand then crawls into his hair to keep him close.

but he doesn’t let you hold him for long, taking your hand from his hair and laying it against the bed, raising himself above you. “what do you want sweetheart?” he lowers his other hand towards your stomach, grazing your tattooed hip gently before feeling your underwear.

“you,” you respond in defeat and desperation.

“oh? and you want me to…?”

“matt. touch me,” you take your free hand and guide his own under the waistband of your underwear.

“but i thought you wanted to touch me? now you’re just bein’ selfish.” he keeps his hand close to your pussy, running his index finger across your lips kindly.

you look at him with droopy eyes, “please."

so matt lets you be selfish. he selfishly wants to taste you after all. he lowers himself to your face and captures your bottom lip once more, sucking then biting down slightly before moving his face further down your body slowly. your dress maintains its rippled shape in a bunch right where your tits lie.

he makes his way to your tattooed lower hip, still a little impressed with his execution of the cartoon (as it's not his typical style) and showing this with a kiss, then a light lick (making you shudder the tiniest bit). as he furthers, he finds the space on the bed is not enough, opting for the plush, carpeted floor.

matt sits on the back of his calves to watch how your body reacts when he pulls your panties down, only he misses the satisfied smile curling onto your face when you move your head to the the side.

he shifts your pliable legs to give him a better view of your heat's entirety, spreading your folds gently as he gathers spit in his mouth and spills it onto your clit. his eyes flicker from your face (choking on a moan) to the bead of saliva mixing with your natural slick that has him on edge. “that feel good?” he asks and moves his fingers up and down your pussy slowly, bumping your clit but not lingering long enough.

“yes...so good, matt,” you encourage in a broken whimper.

he hums, placing his mouth over your clit and sucking hard. you moan out lowly and you can't help but close your legs around matt's head. he normally would lay them flat again and tease you but he finds the pressure and dizziness turns him on so much more. his hands rest at your hips, moving up and down and your legs cradle his head as he works his mouth and tongue on you.

"mm fuck," you reach above your head to grip the soft colored comforter in your manicured hands. matt never falters, his licks only become needier when he adds two of his fingers to curl inside of you.

he continues his restless actions until the moment right before you have registered you were about to cum. then, he's immediately removing himself and standing up, wiping his face with one hand as the other hurries to unbuckle his chunky black belt.

you grumble and fix yourself to sit up and look at him, now discarding the belt into his own growing pile of clothes on your floor. he begins to unbutton his pants when he hears you whine and pull at his ego to get him to come back. “how fucking typical. should’ve known i'd barely get one orgasm, let alone two out if this.”

matt immediately stops unzipping his jeans and comes closer to stand above you, his face clearly annoyed. he gives your pussy a light slap, making you whimper. “keep talking shit, brat.” he grits through his teeth and slaps it again making a filthily wet sound that has you moaning.

he doesn't stop at that; he begins to harshly rub your clit back and forth without mercy, keeping eye contact as his face hovers your own, before moving his fingers inside of you while his thumb continues to work your clit. continuous loud moans crowd your room before you eventually meet your high with rolled eyes and shaking legs.

matt quickly pulls his fingers out and wipes them against your thigh leaving it sticky and shiny like golden honey. finally able to unzip and remove his jeans and boxers, allowing his needy cock to be free from the tightness. you move to the edge of your bed when you hear the small clap against his stomach, eager to find matt as ready for you as you are for him.

he watches from above as you admire his length while your fingers ghost over his sensitive dick. you then bring your mouth closer, dribbling spit over his tip and wrapping a fist around him. you look up into his hooded eyes for approval then take him in your mouth and jerk the rest of him with your hand.

he groans and bites his pink and undoubtedly swollen bottom lip as you suck and hollow your cheeks around him, even taking him all the way at some points. and though this feels fucking amazing, he wants nothing more than to be inside of you right now.

he holds the base of your neck then squeezes lightly to get you to pull away, spit erotically traveling with your lips. “can i fuck you now?” his voice is perfectly hushed yet demanding in tone.

you nod and matt wipes your lips, “good, take that dress off.” he removes his own shirt and reaches for a spare condom he’d put in his pocket before leaving the house (for no particular reason). he turns back to you, with your breasts now on display for him, ripping the package with his teeth.

you motion for him to give it to you and he complies. somehow even when you’re literally putting a condom over his dick, you’re a sweetheart about it: kissing it once he’s fully covered and turning yourself over onto all fours without him having to ask. because you understand yourself and have the confidence to choose the position you’d like to be fucked in. and matt would be lying if he said that isn't so fucking attractive.

he smirks as he adjusts himself on the bed, feeling out every inch of your full ass before moving his hands to squeeze your waist. you lay your head against the plush comforter, arching yourself further in anticipation. “matt,” you blubber out a whine.

he takes the base of his cock and guides it through your folds, “mhm…i know.” he sees your face twist in amusement, “oh, you like that, huh?”

you lick your lips and nod your head before matt finally pushes himself fully inside of you. his hips start in slow, rhythmic patterns before becoming uncontrolled and incomplete- and the same goes for your moans.

matt's almost hypnotized by the way your ass moves in reaction to his thrusts (slowing himself down just to watch in detail and only speeding up when you start to get really antsy over it).

as you both get sloppier and chase your highs, matt decides to flip you over and tuck your legs into your chest for a different angle. there's something especially needy in the way he rubs at your clit and makes a mess of your tits with his mouth that drives you insane with pleasure.

"my- shit!" you moan harshly under matt.

"hold it," he huffs.

"can't," you whimper, "just-"

"shhh," matt captures your lips as he quickens his pace, feeling his own climax approaching. after a few moments you're breaking the kiss to roll your head away, exposing your neck as you uncontrollably cum around matt.

"fuck," he moans, stilling his movements to maximize his release.

he takes a moment to breathe before removing himself from you, immediately fucking his fingers into you while rubbing your weak clit (just to be annoying) until you push him away and tell him to fuck off.

he lets out a chuckle as he removes the condom and discards it appropriately. when he comes back over to you you're on your side with your own arm wrapped around your waist in comfort.

matt sits next to you, "that good for you?"

you just nod and bite back a smile.

matt hums in pride, running a hand over your exposed ass before leaning down to kiss and suck a dark hickey into the skin.

"c'mere," you tug his hand.

he complies and you turn to open your legs for him once more, grinding a bit once the two of you begin to kiss again.

you reach between the two of you, taking matt's half-hard dick in your hand and stroking. as you pick up your pace he whines and begins to thrust into your hand in need.

until you hear your front door open. to which you push matt off of you and on to the floor, hearing him groan as you snap at him to get in your closet.

you crawl under your comforter while matt hurries to gather his things from your floor and get into your closet.

you hear andrea stumble a little making her way through the house and you catch your breath just as she knocks on your door and cracks it to check if you're sleeping.

"y/n, you awake?" she slurs a whisper.

"yes. hi drea, how'd you get home?"

she opens the door a little further but continues to lean on the door frame, "how did you get home? was lookin' all over like 'where's my girl?' everyone was usless though," she sighs.

"sorry, i took an uber," you giggle, "i got sleepy, i guess."

"mhm...you and me both." she yawns expectedly.

"you should get some sleep, we can talk in the morning, okay?" you smile from your bed.

andrea nods, "'kay, love you." she leaves with a sleepy smile.

"love you," you reply as she shuts the door again.

you let out a relieved breath, glad she hadn't suggested a sleepover like you'd both normally do when drunk.

matt walks out of your closet, almost fully clothed, buckling his belt again, "gave me fucking rug burn, thanks."

you move a hand over your face, "sorry- i just don't need anyone seeing you here."

"'s fine," he shrugs and takes a seat on your bed, "how long is it gonna take her to sleep so i can leave?"

"less than five minutes," you pick at one of your acrylic nails, seeing matt place his jacket on your bed makes you almost laugh to yourself, "shit, i left my jacket at erin's."

matt grins to himself and adds, "shit, i left my car at erin's," with a shake of his head.

you both laugh softly before it fizzles.

matt's back is towards you as he opens his phone to order another uber home. and now the silence brings you back into reality and suddenly you're feeling sick to your stomach about erin.

it takes you a little but you eventually mumble towards his back, "matt you didn’t fuck erin, right?"

"no," his voice sounds distracted and like he wouldn't care even if he did.

you focus on a loose thread in your comforter that you pick at, "...kay. not that it matters 'cause this was only for tonight. but i know i would probably die from guilt knowing i fucked with you after she did."

he turns to see you genuinely out of it and seeming to shelter yourself under your blanket. he leans towards you and rubs your arm softly before whispering, "don't make it a big fucking deal, nothing's different." his stare actually makes you feel far worse but you nod as if you agree anyway.

he stands up and puts his jacket on, “you sleep well okay, sunny?”

"shut the fuck up, you don't care about how i sleep," you whisper.

he breathes a laugh and reaches for your door.

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bookuce · 11 days

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Change My Mind

SUMMARY: Josh and Alina are great friends most days. Other days, they want to tear each other apart. Some days, they’re in love with each other, but neither of them will admit it.

*DISCLAIMER: This is a multi-part series. I do not own any of the characters in the writing except for the OC. The book uses actual names of wrestlers. Josh is Jey, Jon is Jimmy, Trinity is Naomi, and Alina is Alina. The book is not realistic and does not take place during real events, but some actual events (matches, storylines) could pop up in the story eventually. I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR REPOST MY WRITINGS ANYWHERE. THAAAAAANKS. *

PAIRING: Jey Uso x Black OC

TROPE: Friends to Lovers

WARNINGS: Language, 18+

WORD COUNT: 1505

PART FOUR

PART FIVE

Alina would wake up in Josh’s arms, her eyes meeting his heavily tattooed chest. She draws back a little, finding her best friend’s face. He was still peacefully sleeping, his eyelids fluttering ever so slightly. She unwraps her arm from his body before reaching down to remove his arm from hers. She moves from the bed, careful not to wake the sleeping man.

There’s an ache in her body that only a heavy Pilates session could give her. Her entire body was sore, and the man sleeping soundly behind her was to blame. She now takes a look at the room. Clothes were tossed around it, her suitcase and all its contents on the floor, and the office chair at the desk in the corner was on its back. The lamp that was once on the desk was now hanging off the side, and her makeup box was on the floor, destroyed. She scoffs softly to herself before spotting the shirt Jey had on last night. She walks over to it, wincing with each step she takes. “Fuck…” She whispers to herself, her hands going to her hips. Slowly, she bends over, grabbing the red garment from the floor.

With each motion to put the shirt over her bare body, she grimaces. Josh’s shirt smelled heavily of cologne, one she recognized she had bought him for Christmas. She pivots, now walking to the bathroom. She flicks on the lights, pausing when she sees her appearance in the mirror. Her hair stood wildly on her head, the leave-out from her sew-in now frizzed. Last night’s makeup smeared her face. There were streaks in her foundation and eyeshadow muddy around her eyes, but that wasn’t what shocked her the most. Along her neck were deep purple and red markings in many sizes. She sucks in a deep breath.

Oh, he got carried away.

She forces herself to look away from her appearance, her eyes now on the bathroom counter. She grabs a brush and a scrunchie, brushing her hair back into a semi-neat ponytail. After that, she grasps a container of makeup wipes, pulling two wipes from the package. She wipes her face, ridding it of everything that could cause a breakout later. Once finished, she exited the bathroom, making her way around the bed towards the balcony doors. She needed some fresh air.

The curtains are drawn shut, but sunshine pours through a thin opening, laying a warm, yellow streak across Josh’s sleeping frame. She grabs the thick curtain, drawing it back only a few inches so she can slip through the opening. Her fingers wrap around the doorknob as she pushes it down. It opens with a soft pop, causing Alina to look back at Josh. He didn’t move. Lucky for Alina, Josh was a heavy sleeper. If he could, he would sleep through the end of the world. She slides the door open, the outdoors filling the room with the faint ambiance of the city down below. She steps through the door, leaving it cracked only a bit.

The sunlight hit her eyes, causing a headache to build behind them. She groans softly, lifting her hand to shield herself from the light. Alina knew a hangover was coming for her after all the drinking she did last night. Her hands find the balcony railing, wrapping around the cool steel. She’d peer out at the early morning skyline.

The sky is filled with the haze of a retreating fog, leaving the air just a bit damp. It reminded Alina of the early mornings of her childhood. Nostalgic. The Sun rays would light this haze perfectly as it moved through the tall buildings in the area. Alina would close her eyes, sucking in a slow deep breath as she did so. What a crazy turn of events this is, she thinks. What do they even do after this? How does one continue as if they didn’t fuck their best friend after a night on the town? The answer was simple, but not one she was ready to admit: She couldn’t.

Warm hands would wrap around her forearms, prompting her to close her eyes. Josh presses against her back, his head resting against hers. They would stand there in silence for what felt like forever. “Sleep well?” She asks, now wanting to hear his voice.

“Yeah,” He breathes. “Would have slept better if I woke up next to you.” He finishes. His words would make her stomach swell with butterflies. She turns to face him, meeting those tired, dark eyes she’s grown accustomed to seeing over the last two years.

“Next time.” She promises.

Josh leans his forehead against hers, his arms wrapping around her waist. “You want there to be a next time?” He asks. Hearing her say that eased his soul of anxiety he had about where they would stand. He knew they would have to have this talk at some point today—he just thought it would be a more complicated conversation than this.

“Only if you want a next time.” She says, bringing her hands up to his chest. Her eyes shifted to it, noticing that she had left marks along the center of his chest and collarbone. Well, there goes fussing at him for the damage he caused.

“Uh, yeah, I want a next time!” He says enthusiastically, pulling back to look at her. “Girl, I want a next time, a next time, and another next time!” He confesses, making her laugh. He watches her with so much adoration, a faint smile on his lips. “I been about you since the day I met you, Alina. That ain’t changing.” He tells her. Hearing that from him causes her laughter to die down. Her smile, though, remained. She wraps her arms around his neck, and he rolls his shoulders in response. “Be careful where you touch, you fucked my back up.” He tells her. She pulls back, shock on her face.

“Boy, I know you’re not talking. Do you not see me?”

“Shit, you look loved to me.” He says, leaning over her for a kiss. His hands move to grip her ass, causing her to squeal. “And you ain’t got no drawls on?” He exclaims. Before she could fight, he had already tossed her over his shoulder.

“Josh!” She shouts as he runs back into the room with her.

ONE WEEK LATER

People rushed in and out of the green room the Anoa'i family occupied. They were getting ready for a segment with the quartet and Paul Heyman. Everyone was there—except for Josh. No one had heard from him for about forty-five minutes now. Jon tried to call him but was being sent straight to voicemail. Joe leaned forward in his chair, his elbows resting on his thighs. His large hands were clasped tight while he tried to wait patiently for his cousin to arrive.

“Jon,” He says, his voice husky.

“You ain’t even gotta say it, Uce,” Jon replies, his voice laced with slight annoyance. “Him and Lina getting on my nerves.” He mutters. Alina and Josh have been inseparable since they left that hotel room. Whatever free time they had, was spent with them ripping each other’s clothes off and going at it. He hadn’t seen his family until today.

“What Lina gotta do with this?” He asks.

“Oh, you ain’t know? They fucking.” Both Sefa and Joe look up at Jon, their thick brows furrowed. They did not know. Joe then straightens up, looking over his left shoulder for his little cousin. When he doesn’t find him there, he looks to the right. Joe lifts a tan finger at him.

“You owe me fifty.” He says. Sefa sucks his teeth at Joe, folding his arms. Right on cue, Josh comes rushing into the room.

“Sorry, yall.” He mumbles, avoiding everyone’s eye contact. “I had to talk to Nick about something.” He lies. No one answered him straight away, but everyone was staring. He didn’t even check himself before he left that room with Alina. The black Bloodline shirt he once wore was now missing, leaving him a black jean jacket. His pants were unbuttoned, hanging off his hips, and red lipstick stained his lips. The man looked like a mess.

“So,” Paul says, a smirk on his face. “When’s the wedding?” He asks, causing Josh to spin around.

“What?” He snaps.

“They know, Uce,” Jon says, looking up at him. “And pull your pants up before your dick falls out.” Josh glances down at his pants, pulling them up above his hips. “And clean your mouth,” He adds lastly. “Looking like you drank a pitcher of red Kool-Aid.” Josh quickly moved over to a mirror in the corner, now seeing what everyone else was seeing. He swears under his breath, turning to grab a paper towel from the snack table on the opposite wall.

Joe was amused, sitting back in his chair watching his scrambling cousin. “Wow, she got you all kinds of discombobulated, Uce.” He says, teasing him.

“Shut up.”

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A/N: Sorry this took me so long! Idk why, but I had writer's block for a second! I want to thank you lot for the crazy amount of support and love y'all have shown me writing this! I hope you guys keep vibing with me!

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seven | jeon jungkook

hi anon :3 i hope this scratches a good part to you, i haven't written in a while so it feels good to be able to again. inbox is forever opened when taking requests!

꒰ ꒱ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader [plus size suggestive]

꒰ ꒱ rating: 18+! please proceed responsibly.

꒰ ꒱ word count: 3.2k

꒰ ꒱ warning(s): slow burn into a bit of a quick fall. reader is plus sized and jungkook is obsessed with her thighs. writing these warnings before writing the smut, but expect it to be nasty.

꒰ ꒱ note 4 reader: this is just sinful. fic below keep reading also stream seven, that's the theme < 3!

it was on thursday when heuning kai had pointed out to you that jungkook was on his third visit of the week. you had been working for tomorrow x together since their debut, forming friendships amongst the five members. it was the promotion for their name chapter: temptation comeback and you had been responsible for tending to their makeup and hair for most of their shoots. "i mean, he visits often but he never sticks around to monitor. he hasn't done that in a while," kai whispered to you, smiling and thanking you for finishing his look for his part of the shoot.

you considered what he was saying to be absolute bullshit, convinced that jungkook just wanted to motivate them through the shoot. plus, he had been here for his own scheduling. you cleaned your section in the meantime, using the mirror to sneak glances at the man while he chatted with the stylist. mm.. . the tattoos. you overheard them discussing a possible cut to the hair that had grown to his shoulders. "and what do you think?" zara, one of the other stylists that had come from overseas, asked you. you hadn't even managed to notice that nicole trailed in, discussing with the other stylists about his vision.

jungkook had halted his discussion, turning from the lead stylist and nicole to look in your direction. you decided it was time to stop looking at him through the reflection of the mirror and to face him head on, leaving your station to head to zara's in which he'd been the closest to. "think of what?"

"what's your name?" he asked you, giving no cares about the conversation he had just sparked. you told him your name, a smile on his face with a satisfied. "i'm jungkook, but you can just call me jk if you want."

"and we were discussing you possibly taking the opportunity to be his stylist for his upcoming promotions with seven," zara said.

that's where it started. on the regular, you would step down and allow someone else to assist the lead stylist for tomorrow x together and became the lead stylist for jungkook. you still would work with them full time, but this was an opportunity to upgrade your position in the world of styling. it would look good on your resume. every thursday, you would leave your typical quarters and work with jungkook during his calvin klein promotions.

"keeping the hair long was an amazing job, the camera loves him," one of the editors said as you watched on the sidelines with your makeup kit in your hand. he was right, jungkook had been set on cutting his hair, but you expressed that it looked better with it long.

"i have a different opinion," you said softly, running your fingers through his hair underneath the sink. it was your third thursday working with jungkook and the tension had been high ever since the first meeting.

"are you admitting that you find me attractive?" he asked with a soft grin on his lips, big eyes looking up at you as you ran your fingers across his scalp. "tell me that you don't want me to cut it and i won't." he said softly and a part of you hated that it had just been the two of you in the salon. you could feel the innocent tingle of his fingertips dancing up your thighs, a teasing tongue poking from his lips.

"don't cut it." you smiled, running the faucet over his locks.

"how was that? was that the last take?" jungkook asked, removing the jacket and allowing his upper body to be engulfed in the cold air. another worker on the styling had assisted him with a handheld fan and a bottle of water. you ran the sharp ended comb through his hair, detangling his temporary mess of locks with it. he looked over you and you remained focused, hoping that you'd be able to go home after this.

the director of the shoot had considered it wraps since he had most of the shots that he wanted. heading outside, your phone had pinged as you took a seat on the bench.

zara:

i'm unable to pick you up. got caught in traffic heading back to seoul. so sorry 😢

you sighed, searching through your messages for another friend to pick you up if he had been free from his schedule. you had been granted access to use the private exit and entrance since sasaengs had been at an all time high.

"what are you doing here still?" a voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you realized that it was jungkook.

"oh... a friend of mine isn't able to pick me up anymore," you looked from your phone to see that someone had responded to your cry of help.

"i can take you home. i didn't ride the bike today," he rubbed at the back of his neck, chuckling. you had no thoughts about it -- jungkook was well and capable enough to get you home. you shoved your phone in your pocket and rolled your makeup cart behind you.

"so.. have you eaten anything?" he asked, opening up your passenger door. he grabbed the cart from your hands and popped the trunk to his mercedes, putting the cart inside with ease.

"i had some lunch earlier before arriving the shoot, so i'm not hungry." you said, smiling softly. your stomach had grumbled, causing you to place your hand over it. jungkook snorted, looking over your figure before to his car.

"we can grab something if you want, i'm pretty hungry too." you scanned over his attire and had seen that he had most likely finished getting dressed from the shoot. he wore a sleeveless shirt, hair swiped back with a headband and comfortable sweats. even his tennis shoes looked expensive. you could tell that his hair was a little drenched and figured that since so-hee had come to the shoot today.

"sure, that's fine." you said, smiling and climbing into his car. he closed the door behind you and soon joined you in the driver's seat, starting the car and exiting the private parking garage. the car ride was silent, listening to his curated spotify playlist. you had to admit that most of his choices in music were immaculate, silently adding them to your playlist.

it was about a 25 minute drive when jungkook pulled over to a restauraunt that had been so hidden that he had to point it out to you. the entrance was private and two guards stood over the doors whenever they closed. you had been a bit nervous, under the impression that it would be more than a quick bite to eat.

"i'm not kidnapping you, i promise. i just eat here so often so now they're used to my license plate number," he chuckled. "we can grab it and go."

"no, it's.. fine. i've never been here," you said with a smile, letting out a slow exhale to cool your nerves. "but tell me, jeon," you turned to rest your elbow on the console. "what.. is going on?"

"what do you mean?" he leaned back, leaning his head towards the ceiling. he closed his eyes, letting out a soft sigh only to turn his head to you. "you're bad at taking hints, you know?" he said to you, causing you to freeze and remain silent. "i was camping out with txt for 5 days straight before you even started to notice me."

"i did notice you," you said, blinking your eyes.

"yeah, but did you notice the flowers on your desk this morning? or what about the extra yogurt cup that you like to eat? in the fridge?" he said. he smiled to you and you thought over -- a vase of flowers did end up on your desk yesterday morning and you figured that it had been love from your old crew missing you on thursday's.

"those were... from you?" you asked. he nodded his head and you chuckled.

"we better go in to grab our food. it's getting close to 6 and i have a studio session at 9." he stated, pursing his lips with a soft smile. you had felt a bit bad missing all the chances when he'd come to hang with txt or the flowers on your desk. he turned the car off and soon met you around to open your door for you.

it had been two weeks since that event and that night had never left your mind. how nice he was, paying for both of your meals and walking you inside to help you with your makeup cart. every morning after that, you tried your best to give jungkook as much attention as he had once given you, but you had to be smart about it.

there was small words of affirmation you'd give him during work when fixing his hair or his makeup, causing him to chuckle and return them. it wasn't until two months after that he had asked you to come to his studio session to lend him advice as you had done being his stylist. you arrived much later after the time that he had asked, confirming through text that his producers and team had left and it would be just you two.

it would appear unprofessional to his team for you to arrive during his private schedule. so you requested it to be just like this. you pushed the door open, sliding in with your makeup cart after your shift.

"hey, you made it." he said, getting out of his chair to greet you with a warm hug. he took ahold of your makeup cart and moved it to the corner of his room. "i just got done with the ramen. are you hungry?"

you went to answer and he hesitated. "don't lie to me, either."

"i could eat, yeah," you chuckled, taking a seat at his comfortable couch. jungkook carefully handed you the ramen and there you two would talk over your day. it wasn't until past midnight that jungkook had grown frustrated, slightly removing the headphones and exiting the booth. you looked up from your phone, placing it on the side. "you alright?"

"i'm just hitting a brick wall with the bridge," he slid into the chair and started to type at his computer. you could see him rearranging the tracks, deleting and adding things to it. "i'm fuckin' over it, you wanna go home?"

you sat up straight at the sudden suggestion of leaving, scanning over the room for your makeup cart. "i can go if you need some alone time, absolutely."

you could watch the expression on jungkook's face changed, realizing that you wouldn't actually mind going. he stood up to protest against your actions, grabbing your hand softly and demanding your attention.

"don't leave. that was a dumb suggestion," he smiled and you laughed, placing your hand on your hip. "you look pretty tonight, your lip gloss is.."

you couldn't help but to gulp, standing up straight and looking around the room. "zara bought me a lip gloss for our friendship anniversary so i've been wearing it."

it was almost like he had nothing that you said. "can i kiss you?" he asked, his eyes focused on nothing but your lips. you licked over your bottom lip, taking the chance to glance at his lips. you nodded your head slowly, stabilizing yourself so you wouldn't pass out. you didn't need to, jungkook had already gripped your thighs and admired how thick they felt in the pair of jeans you wore today.

his mouth was soft against yours, hands sliding and gripping at your hips as he took bold steps to get you against the wall. you had been breathless, his mouth moving to leave tender kisses at your jaw. he was gentle in his movements, nudging your chin with his head to get more access so he could suck on your neck. it was impossible to breathe during moments like this, his hand rubbing up your breast to grip your neck.

"you gotta breathe for me baby, or i won't let you," he whispered, sucking your earlobe into his mouth. before you could even comprehend what he just told you, his phone started to vibrate in his pocket. he kissed you one last time, teasing your tongue with his own before pulling from you. "fuck," he said, re-adjusting himself in his pants before stepping out to take the call. you wanted to pretend so bad you didn't see that curve.

you were thankful for the break towards your own self, adjusting your breathing and taking a seat back on the couch. of course, you and jungkook had done nothing but the casual flirting and after your first lunch together, you had noticed that he was persistent in his attraction to you. zara had noticed it first, but you never thought to pay attention to it.

it had been seven weeks since that night in the studio.

nothing had changed .. well, not that drastically. the two of you agreed that it was extremely unprofessional what had gone on during his studio session, noting that there is privacy inside but anyone could've walked in and caught you two. you both had agreed to cease all things for the better of privacy.

"keep talking to me, you know that i love that shit," jungkook grunted against your ear, hands prying your legs open so that he could continue to dig you out solely with the power of his fingers. his free hand teased at your thigh, getting a good feel of it bare. wearing that skirt was a plus. the movie that you two had started up in the background had simply meant nothing. not when you had been on the brink of an orgasm and not when jungkook was hard as rock in his pants. it meant nothing to the sweet moans that he craved to hear, teasing into you before anything. "you're squeezing me so tight baby," he pulled away from sucking the skin at your collarbone. "it's just my fingers." he whispered against your thigh, scissoring his fingers into your heat whilst sucking on the skin.

the movie had still been going on when your phone rang for the second time, jungkook granting you a break while you tended to it. "it's zara, girl i have to tell you the tea about this boy i just went on a date with!" you sighed, wanting to roll your eyes but than remembering that she was to tell you every detail. "zara, it's a bad time right now-"

jungkook had resumed his ministrations to your neck, easing his fingers back into you so that he could grant you a reward. it drove you nuts when he started to hump into you, providing special attention to the hard on that he'd been accompanying for the majority of this makeout session. he had never demanded too much of you, just to feel good and sound pretty for him. he was doing that now, making sure to remain quiet through the disappointed sound of zara's voice. "30 minutes? i can.. i can definitely give you a call back in 30 minutes."

and so it was, your phone flying from your hands onto the couch and back into jungkook's hair as he helped you reached your orgasm. you fiddled around his sweats now, hoping to get a taste of what he'd been withholding from you. "no, maybe another time. i know what i want to do with you, right now."

he climbed from your being and pull his sweats down, calvin klein underwear withholding his hard on. you can tell that he was thick in girth, a curve revealing itself close the tip. you licked over his lips and he chuckled, a breathy request to never give him that look again.

"you're a great klein boy," you said with a chuckle as he grabbed your hands to pull your hands to get you to be on top of him. your panties had still been around your left ankle, but he was impatient.

"and you're my beautiful girl. can you ride me now?" he asked and you blushed. you put your hands on the back of the couch as he rubbed his tip against your entrance. you leaned forward to chew on his earlobe as you sunk down on him, a soft moan filling his ears as he bottomed out in you.

"..fucking.. you'll be the death of me," he whimpered into your breast, biting at your shirt and using his hands to cup your ass. with his strength, he began to lift and drop you, literally bouncing you up and down his thick and curvy dick. you were wet in an instant, creaming if you had been given the chance and full on sucking jungkook's neck.

his head was thrown back against the sofa, eyes rolling to the ceiling as you squeezed him. "so fucking tight, so creamy baby," he praised you, licking stripes at your neck. he massaged your ass with his hands once you started to bounce on his toes, thumb circling a special area before softly plunging in.

"baby, fuck.." you lowered your head on his shoulders, sitting down fully before rocking your hips back and forth. it was insane that the two of you co-existed throughout the week as total strangers and on the seventh day of every week, he'd fuck your brains out. of course there was romance, sneaky kisses in the makeup room when no one had been around and texts of "i miss you's" being exchanged. but nothing compared to the feeling you'd get when hearing the sound of your sofa screech because he'd been dogging you out. nothing compared to how desperate he'd become when trying to get both you and his nut.

the sweet nothings was more than somethings when you orgasmed around him and he filled you up, rocking into you until he softened and was for sure that you'd be full of his cum. it was sinful, the connection that you two had created.

you placed your hands on his chest and caught your breath, continuing to rock your hips with your bottom lip between your teeth. "you wan' some more?" jungkook asked, pulling your top over your body while doing the same to his own clothes. "you don't get enough of me, do you?"

he asked, unclipping your bra with one hand before taking a nipple into his mouth. he had angled his bottom while doing so, thrusting his hips into your heat as though you didn't milk him dry. you were down for the challenge though - the challenge of pure overstimulation and which one of you would be the one to call it quits first.

"want me to clear my schedule tonight for you?" he asked after giving you a quick trip to poundtown. the two of you had been in your bed, cuddled up underneath the covers after a fresh bath.

"you've taken off the past two days. this is usually just a sunday thing." you brought up.

"what if i want this to be more than a sunday thing, hm?" he kissed at your forehead. there was a look in your eyes that he had never seen you give before. "i like spending time with you, outside of the sex. you know you mean more to me than that."

"yeah?" you asked him, placing a kiss over his lips.

"i'd like to be with you seven days out of the week if i could," he said, sliding his mouth over yours. before you know it, you'd been on your back and hands encased in his.

seven days a week didn't sound too bad.

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uluvjay · 7 months

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threesome w mitch and auston

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Auston Matthews x fem reader! x Mitch Marner

Best friends share everything right?

Warnings?; SMUT, p in v, unprotected sex(use protection), oral(m receiving), cursing, slight degradation, praising, risky sex, getting caught, I cant think of anymore.

Sorry for any errors!

Austons hand covered her mouth doing his best to keep her pathetic moans from spilling out and revealing what exactly they were doing in their basement.

The couple had lied and said they were running down to grab a few more bottles of wine for their large group of guests upstairs-but in reality Auston had taken her down there to fuck her stupid.

Hearing the squeak of the hinges from the door atop the carpeted stairs Auston leaned into the girls ear; whom was bent over the sectional that rested in front of the projector screen.

“If you get us caught so help me god you won’t be able to walk straight for a week, understood?” He questioned and the clench of the girls cunt around his cock was all he needed as an answer.

“Guys? You’ve been gone a while, everything okay?” They heard the all to familiar voice of Mitch call as his feet made their way down the stairs.

The couple tried to make up an excuse to keep him on the stairs but they were to late as the Brunette had already caught sight of them in a very unholy situation.

“Guys what the hell!” Mitch exclaimed at his friends, however his eyes never moved away.

Auston was about to yell at his closest friend to go back upstairs and act like this never happened but the feeling of his girlfriend’s cunt clenching around him, had a smirk appearing on his face.

And as he looked over to his best to find a slight blush covering his pale cheeks and eyes glued to where the couple connected under the skirt of his girlfriends flowy dress, another idea popped into his head.

“Mitch you either gotta stay or go back up stairs, your call but make it quick before she starts acting like a brat” the tattoo covered man spoke

“I-uh-what?” Mitch stumbled over himself, making sure he heard the man correctly.

“You can either stay or leave, but hurry up and make your pick” Auston shrugged as he began moving his hips again.

Auston smirked at the cry that escaped your throat as Mitch made his was further into the room, hesitantly trying to find where he should slot himself.

“Why don’t you show Mitchy how good that mouth is baby? Huh? Show him how good you can be” he cooed at her.

“Okay” she blushed and motioned for Mitch to come stand in front of her.

When Mitch finally managed to move his body into range of the girls hands she pulled him even closer by his belt and began removing it.

Pulling his pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring out the girl was met with a delightful sight. Mitch was about the same length as Auston just a tad bit skinner.

She worked his semi hard cock for a moment while Auston regained a pace behind her, his hands holding her hips.

A shudder ran down Mitches spine as her tongue finally came into contact with the head of his cock, slowly swirling around the angry tip.

“Fuck” the blue eyed man groaned as she finally took him into her mouth all the way, her cheeks hollowed as she began moving back and forth.

Her moans from Austons movements behind her were vibrating his cock and sending shocks through his body.

“Such a desperate thing for taking both of us” Auston hissed.

“M’ not desperate” she babbled as she pulled away from Mitches cock for some much needed air.

“Mhm sure” Auston laughed as he slowed his pace and fucked her deeper, coaxing an almost to loud moan that was muffled by Mitch pulling her back to his cock.

His hands tangled into her locks, guiding her movements this time round. Tears had began to stream down the girls face, pretty little tracks of her bleeding mascara messing up her flawlessly done makeup.

“Such a good mouth” Mitch groaned as a slight gag came from your throat.

Auston smirked at the sight of his friend, hands tangled in your locks while his head was thrown back with a clenched jaw and shut eyes.

“M’ getting close” she pulled away from Mitches cock for a moment to speak.

“Can feel you clenching me, c’mon and come for us pretty girl” Auston encouraged, feeling his own knot forming in his stomach.

You could came with a hard shudder at his words, the feeling of him splitting you open and Mitch taking you from the front was just too much for you to hold off.

“Shit, I’m gonna come pretty girl” Mitch groaned as he felt his thighs begin to shake and his thrusts become matched to austons-who was also coming up on his high.

“I’m gonna fill you and you’re gonna swallow Mitches come, understand baby?” Auston spoke, his thrusts becoming hurried and sloppy as he felt that euphoric feeling creeping up faster and faster.

“I understand” you breathed for a second before Mitch was pulling your mouth back onto his cock.

Within seconds both men reached their highs within milliseconds of one another, Auston growled as he filled your hot core with his cum.

Mitches thighs shook as he looked down at your fucked out face that was covered in sweat, spit, and tears-he didn’t think you’d ever looked prettier.

Slowly pulling out of her both men tucked themselves away before helping the girl to her feet, Auston ran a hand through her hair before lightly speaking.

“Gonna go tell everyone you got sick and then we can move this into the bedroom.”

“To the bedroom?” You questioned, and while your voice waivered the way your eyes lit up at his words had Auston knowing that you wanted nothing more than to get both men into your bed.

“Yeah, think mitchy should get to feel how tight that pretty little cunt of yours is” he smirked before taking off up the stairs and making sure you were safe in Mitches arms.

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lacroixqueen · 1 year

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made your mark on me, a golden tattoo tattoo artist sevika x reader AU (18+)

Summary: you are getting your very first tattoo and sevika just so happens to be your tattoo artist. flirting and sexual tension ensue.

Pairing: tattoo artist sevika x reader AU

Word Count: 3357 (she's LONG)

Tags: soft sevika, unresolved tension, useless lesbians, gay panic, tattoo artist, tattoos, tattoo parlor

You shifted around the seat in the waiting room of the tattoo parlor for what felt like the hundredth time in the span of a single minute. For some reason you were a lot less nervous on the way here than you were literally waiting for your tattoo artist to set up the room and look over your art samples. You told yourself that this was something you were going to get done if it was the last thing you did.

I mean, for God’s sake, it was a brand new year, and you wanted your first tattoo to be something special, to carry meaning that only you will understand. Kind of like a little inside joke.

Apparently the tattoo artist you selected.. Sevika was it? Was quite well known throughout Zaun for several amazing masterpieces. She was attentive to detail, cared about each and every single one of her customer’s needs, and really wanted to make the best product possible for her clientele.

You crossed one leg over the other, folding your arms across your chest and heaved out a little sigh. She better damn well be. The waiting list for her business was about three months long. You made sure to do plenty of research before committing to something as permanent as a tattoo. I mean, it will stay on your body for the rest of your life. Perhaps even into your death.

You shuddered at the thought. Whatever. No matter what, it was far too late to turn back now. You already submitted your deposit, gave the artist the design you had in mind and for crying out loud, you were already here at the goddamn place. So might as well get this over with and try to have as few regrets as possible.

“Y/N?” a low and raspy voice called out from the back of the tattoo parlor. “I’m ready for you. You can come on back now.”

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. She was ready for you. Okay. What does that even mean? You stood up, dusting off your skirt and took a final big deep breath.

Just stay calm, you reassured yourself. Everything will be alright in the end. And if it isn’t, heck, maybe there is a surgeon in town who can remove it altogether and you can forget this even happened. Maybe that’s a bit of an overexaggeration.

You were greeted by what you could only describe as one of the most beautiful women you have ever seen. Sevika was tall. And just by the looks of her right shoulder and arm muscles bulging from underneath her black tank… you could tell she worked out. Like a lot. She was also smoking a thick cigar between her lips, so her already godlike silhouette was wrapped around in a dreamlike haze.

You muttered a little curse under your breath. As if matters couldn’t get possibly worse, your tattoo artist was hot. As in, very very very hot. This was going to be a long afternoon.

“You can take a seat right here,” she said with confidence, slapping the tattoo bed with a resounding echo.

“Oh, uh, yes okay,” you stammered, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before hoisting yourself up in a less than dignified fashion.

“Are you nervous, Y/N?”

Oh no. From the corner of your eye, you could see she was smirking quite noticeably. Her eyes flicked over you just slightly. Shit. Was she checking you out? You didn’t even do your makeup properly today because you had no idea what she even looked like. If you had known earlier that she was this drop dead gorgeous piece perhaps you would have put in a bit more effort. You win some, you lose some, you suppose.

“J-just a little bit!” you squeaked out. “It’s my first tattoo, so I have no idea what to expect.”

“Well, let me just tell you that you have absolutely nothing to be nervous about, Y/N,” Sevika chuckled as she slid closer to you on her artist chair with your designs in either hand. “If I ever hurt you, you can always tell me to stop and I’ll go slower, okay?”

“Thank you!” Oh god. She smelled so good too.

“Of course. Sooo.. I got to take a look at your ideas last night and I honestly think they are great.” You watched as the thumb of her mechanical hand peeled back a page to glance at the alternate design.

“Really? You think so?”

“Absolutely. Although I think for this bottom part right here, we might need to make a small color adjustment since there might be some shading issues. And for the top corner here where it gets a little bit more complicated? I think I might do a little bit more dotwork to really flesh out the details. But uh, other than that, the stencil is essentially done.”

“Wow! Then, yes, perfect, let's just keep going then,” you gulped. Your eyes casually glazed over the extensive tattooing Sevika had all over her arm and neck.

“Excellent. So, I’ll just have you lay back and.. you wanted it on your side, right? Just lift up your top for me so I can have easy access to that part.”

“Oh um, sure!” You did as you were told, carefully unbuttoning your sweater and shrugging it off your shoulders. You then laid back, and lifted up your cami to reveal the right aspect of your body.

“Lovely,” she replied. “And.. may I?” Her mechanical fingertips lightly grazed over the top of your skirt.

You nodded vigorously. “Of course!”

With the most gentle touch you have ever felt, Sevika gingerly tugged your skirt down a little bit more so it rested comfortably on the roundest part of your right hip. She did the same with the pink lacy fabric of the thong you had on underneath. You tried to take a small breath as quietly as possible.

“Cute panties,” she commented almost a bit too nonchalantly before turning her back to you to slip on some latex gloves and ensure her work tray was all in order.

As if you weren’t already flustered beyond belief, now you might as well have been an uncontrollable mess. “Th-thanks! It’s from um, the store.”

She laughed ever so slightly. “Yeah, I figured as much. Sooo.. for the design. Were you thinking of having it more..” She trailed her gloved fingertip from your pantyline to the top of your chest. “Or more like here?” She ran her other hand over the curve of your waist all the way down to your hip.

“Uhm.. maybe kind of like.. both? If that makes sense? Like it can sort of spread from..” You gently took her wrist and guided her finger from your belly button all the way to the divot in your waist. “Like that?”

“Hmm.. yes. That should be perfectly fine.” She smirked a bit when you immediately released her arm from your grasp as if you were overstepping a boundary.

Without another word, she quickly sprayed some isopropyl alcohol into a wipe and proceeded to sanitize the area. “This might be a bit cold, I’m sorry babe.”

Babe? Did she just call you babe? Does she call all her clients babe? Or is it a little pet name that she only has reserved for you?

“I-it’s totally fine!” you yelped. But she was right. It was quite cold. She could tell you were lying through your teeth when your tummy suddenly clenched up.

“You can’t tense up just yet, doll. I haven’t even gotten the needles out,” she chuckled, lightly slapping your hip. “I need you to loosen up a bit, I don’t want you to be too tight.”

“R-right!” you replied. “Definitely don’t want that.” After a brief pause, you struggled to figure out if there was any sort of double meaning in her words. Or maybe you were just overthinking again.

She let out another hearty laugh and proceeded to massage in some warm lotions into the side of your body. “Just try to relax, hun.” You did as you were told, closing your eyes and making a futile attempt to count numbers. But she wasn’t making your life any easier with all these pet names. And why did her fingers have to feel so goddamn good simply by rubbing cream into your skin. It felt like it was working some type of dark magic, undulating in soft, round circles and moving rhythmically over your waist.

You could have melted into her hands right then and there.

“Okay, and now the stencil. This will feel a little bit wet, alright?”

You nodded your head, biting your lip so you wouldn’t accidentally yelp out. For some odd reason, even though you two just met, you felt very safe with Sevika. Like you could entrust your entire body and soul to her and she wouldn’t hurt any of it even if she was fully capable of doing so.

She smoothed out the stencil exactly over the part of your stomach and waist that you pointed to. She gently kneaded it into your skin, taking extra caution not to be too rough with you.

With one smooth motion, she removed the stencil and quickly leaned over you to ensure no detail of her handiwork got disrupted. That no stone was left unturned.

“Looks… just about.. perfect,” she muttered quietly. You could tell her tone has shifted slightly from the flirtatious one she took on earlier. Suddenly she was laser focused, ensuring that nothing, absolutely nothing would disturb the intricacy of her artwork.

“Great!” you chirped awkwardly, craning your neck over to see the stencil art. Good god. It looked absolutely breathtaking. Her line work was truly something out of this world. And she really did pay attention to every single request you made in your design. “Wow.”

She looked up, locking your gaze with the utmost intensity. “Yeah.” A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She was quite pleased with herself.

She turned around to power on her tattoo machine.

“This part is going to hurt just a little bit, okay?” she spun around in her artist chair to check on you.

You nodded your head and exhaled ever so slightly. “Okay.” A giant lump was starting to form in your throat and you could feel yourself getting a bit worked up.

Sevika immediately held onto your hand and gave it a light squeeze. “If it ever starts hurting, just let me know and I will stop right away.”

“O-okay.”

“We’ll start with the first line. Take a deep breath and count to three for me, alright princess?” Sevika said as she positioned the tattoo gun at an angle to your skin.

Oh my god. Princess?! She definitely does not call all her clients that. Alright. Big deep breath. One.. two.. three-

The searing hot needle pierced into your skin like a knife.

“Ah~!” you let out a small cry and Sevika immediately stopped midline.

“Too fast?”

“A little bit.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“I’ll go a lot slower this time.”

You nodded and took in another breath. You felt Sevika’s gloved hand slide over the curve of your waist as she positioned herself to gain a little bit more control over her line. By god did her cologne smell amazing. When she leaned over your body, a few short pieces of her bangs would fall out and just barely graze over your exposed tummy. It was definitely getting a bit difficult for you to concentrate on your breathing and counting.

Sevika proceeded to carve out the central line of your tattoo design. She worked slowly and methodically, usually in complete silence. But for some reason when she was around you, she felt the urge to keep pushing the envelope and testing your limits.

“Good girl,” she would coo gently when she noticed your stomach beginning to relax.

“That’s my good girl..” she would say again when she finished a piece of detailing while you stayed quiet and still.

You would moan softly every now and then when you felt the needle dig into your skin and Sevika would respond by going just a touch slower and smirking to herself. Secretly, she loved hearing how adorable and helpless her clients sounded when she sank the tattoo needle deep into their skin. Her sadistic nature was one of the primary reasons she decided to go into tattooing as a prime business.

To have someone completely in her control, at her disposal. To leave a permanent mark on their bodies that would forever remind them of their experience with her. To watch them writhe in pain, or sometimes even pleasure. It was like a drug she simply could not get enough of.

And you. Something about the way you squirmed was extra fucking enticing and she couldn’t quite put a finger on it.

In fact, she could feel you wriggling ever so slightly even now. “Stay still for me, angel.”

And you would immediately stop. Her voice was soft, but also definitively commanding. She needed to focus. To have you moaning and writhing was too much even for her. Her mind would begin to wander to dangerous places.

Like how it would feel to start ramming into your cunt right then and there and watching how your sensitive body would react to her thrusts. How irresistible and beckoning your moans would sound as they ricocheted off the walls, encouraging her to pound into you so rough and so hard you just couldn’t take it anymore. How cute you would look clutching onto your sweater for comfort, or holding onto the sides of the tattoo bed for dear life.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t fantasizing about a million hypothetical scenarios in your head.

Having Sevika press her bicep over the top of your stomach to hold you still just did something to your psyche that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Your eyes danced over the detailing of her own tattoo. It looked to be very intricate and well-thought out… wait a second. Was that supposed to be Zaun?!

“Um, I-I like your tattoo!” you chirped meekly. “It’s really beautiful.”

“Thanks baby,” she smirked to herself. “I designed it myself, actually.”

“Do.. you call all your clients that?” you asked out of the curiosity that was beginning to kill you slowly.

Sevika suddenly paused in the middle of her tattooing to glance over at you.

“Only my favorite ones,” she said with a wink before returning to her work.

Oh my god. Why does she keep doing that? It’s starting to become unfair. Like she was getting off the high of torturing you and watching your pathetic reactions. And what did she mean by “favorite ones”? So she flirts with all her clients she finds attractive? What does that even mean?!

Every now and then, Sevika would sneak a glimpse over towards you. She loved the way your chain necklace rested so comfortably over the top of your collarbone. Or how plump and kissable your lips looked in the dim lighting of the parlor. Or how your legs were beginning to spread instinctively the closer her tattoo work moved to the top of your skirt.

Sevika had to fight every last urge in her body to not reach down into your panties and start pleasuring you the way you deserved right then and there on top of that tattoo bed. But she knew she had a job to finish, regardless of how damn adorable you looked and sounded as she drew on the finishing touches of your tattoo.

“Okay.. almost done,” she said. “You are doing so good, sweetheart.”

You winced a little bit when you felt the needle dig just a bit deeper than usual at the last pattern. Was she trying to tease you back there? Or was that absolutely necessary to finish off the line? Whatever. You tried not to overthink it, even though you have been doing so this entire time.

“Alright..” Sevika hummed. “Why don’t you step off the bed and take a look in the mirror over there?”

You did as you were told, hopping off and hobbling over to the full-length mirror across the room. You tilted your head to the side, gently lifting up your cami again to look over the tattoo. Wow. She really did a stunning job. You were a bit surprised, given the fact that she was flirting with you half the time. But holy.. every single piece of line art and dot work flowed so evenly with each other. The design came out exactly the way you had imagined it.

Sevika gave out a low whistle of approval from behind you.

You jumped a little bit out of surprise. Sevika had snuck up on you without you even noticing. And god. Just by looking in the mirror she was already towering over you.

“It’s… beautiful,” you said softly. “It’s exactly what I wanted.”

“That’s wonderful,” Sevika replied. “Now, can you take your cami off for me, Y/N?”

“M-my cami?”

Sevika chuckled and raised up the medical grade bandage she had in her hand. “For this.”

“Oh. Right. Yes. Absolutely.”

You gently tugged off your shirt and tossed it onto a nearby countertop to reveal a pink lacy bra. Sevika tried not to comment on it but she did in fact take note of how good you looked in it. And how badly she wanted to take it off you right then and there.

Sevika stepped forward so she placed her thigh between your legs and carefully laid the clear bandage over the top of your tattoo. She gently rubbed it in with her thumb and index finger, making sure to smooth out any uneven edges or creases. She smiled a bit to herself when she felt how hard and fast your heartbeat was pounding against your stomach, or how much warmer your skin felt compared to before.

“Perfect,” she said, quickly removing her gloves and handing you back your shirt. “So, for this bandage, think of it as like a second layer of skin that offers extra protection. Leave it on for the next few days. Then I would rinse it off with some warm water. Oh and, definitely moisturize.” Her tone shifted from flirtatious to professional and matter-of-fact in what felt like a split second. How did she keep doing that?!

“Y-yes ma’am!” you sputtered out, returning to the tattoo bed to shrug on your sweater and gather your belongings.

“And the payment is already taken care of since I saw you submitted your deposit in advance, so I believe you are all set,” Sevika said.

“Great! Um.. thank you Sevika. I was super nervous going into this but you definitely made me feel a whole lot better afterwards.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” she replied, giving you another flirty grin. “Oh, and uh-” The tattoo artist went behind the front counter to dig around a bit until she fished out a slightly bent business card and handed it over to you. “Call me.”

“C-call you?! As in like- Oh my god. I’m.. not sure if I would feel.. I mean, isn’t this kind of fast?”

“I meant to update me on your tattoo healing,” Sevika chuckled. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself, princess.”

“Right, right, no yes that makes total and complete sense,” you responded, folding the business card nervously into your palm. “Um.. well I guess I’ll.. call you.”

“Yeah.” She had already followed you to the doorframe and you were standing in the streets of the undercity at this point. “I’ll see you around, alright Y/N?”

“Okay! Yes. Um. Bye! Thank you!” You quickly scurried off into the busy crowds of Zaun, disappearing into the darkness once more.

You were quite certain that if you didn’t act, that you would barely see Sevika again, save an occasional run-in at the liquor store or maybe a random night at The Last Drop. So you didn’t want to take any chances.

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jensensfanfic · 1 year

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CAM GIRL

pairing: modern!ellie x camgirl!reader

a/n: so nervous to post this. i didn't want to write a full fic, so this hc kinda thing happened. anyways, lmk what you think...

warnings: smut. mdni. -> sex work via live cam/stream. onlyfans/patreon/etc - no site is stated specifically, stripping, toys, masturbation (reader & ellie), exhibitionism, toys, toy riding (reader), strap-on use, dirty talk, hints of dom!reader, even smaller hints of dom!ellie

[dialogue = purple for ellie, blue for reader]

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thinking about ellie dating a girl who cams...

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"ellie, i wanna be really clear with you about what i do before we... you know?" "date?" "yeah. i just don't want any secrets where my job is concerned."

imagine her reaction when you first tell her. the way her eyes were half intrigue, half envy. on one hand, she thought it was incredible; the confidence you had in your own body and what to do with it. on the other hand, the confession from you caused her to grow more possessive. she felt almost sick, knowing that people all over the world were logging in to their profiles with only you in mind.

but that was at the beginning. after several months, pride swelled within her. you were making a lot of money through your sessions online, made clear by the fancy clothing, lingerie, even the apartment you'd bought for yourself. she could also tell that you enjoyed what you did. it made you feel confident and beautiful, and those feelings bled through to your sex life with ellie.

"fuck, i love your tits so much. love seein'm all beg to touch." "but only you can, els. c'mere and get them all wet with your pretty mouth."

"mm, babe, you like watching my ass when i fuck my toys, don't you?"

sometimes she worried about 'trolls', but you reassured her that you had a few moderators who would bat away any unsavoury comments before you could see them.

"see? if anyone says anything overly disgusting or offensive, it gets removed." "ever had to report or block anyone?" "mm, only a handful of creeps have made my blacklist."

then it was a couple of years into your relationship, and nine out of ten times when you were cam-ing, ellie would come over, either by yours or her own invitation.

"i'm live in 20, you can come over if you're quiet." "and what happens if i'm not?" "you wanna find out?"

"hey, i'm bored, you live? can i watch;)"

she loved to watch you, and you absolutely revelled in it. even your regular viewers had started noticing how you seemed to be even more enthusiastic than before. you wanted to impress ellie, despite already knowing how much she desired you.

when ellie came over during a cam session, you would make sure to put in the most effort with your look for the night. you would wear ellie's favourite colours, slap on a little extra makeup, and put on your best show.

"you were on fire tonight, princess."

"do you have glitter in your cleavage!?"

"you should do the war paint more often. it's hot."

"fake tattoos tonight?" "yeah, it was a request from a my best tipper... you like?" "hurry up and i'll show you how much i do."

ellie would be just out of shot, laying back against the pillows on your bed, one leg crossed over the other. she could never take her eyes off of you. she adored how you changed your voice just slightly on camera; still confident, but with an edge of shyness.

"y'all like the lace tonight, hm? i'm not quite sure if it suits me... tell me what you think, should i keep it or..."

her eyes travelled all over your body as you danced along to the beat of whatever song was playing gently in the background. and then, when it had been a few minutes into your show, and dollar signs started popping up on your screen, you reached for whatever item of clothing you were going to slowly, torturously remove. from that moment on, she was locked on you, following every glide of your fingertips over the straps of you bra, the soft material of your panties, or the thin lace stockings.

ellie always praised you for a good show when it was over. and whenever toys were used, she'd clean them for you, and on the occasion that you actually came for real after using said toys, she would offer to clean you up too. she'd bring you warm pyjamas and a hot drink and mentally congratulate herself for pushing away the urge to jump you after what felt like hours of teasing.

"god, that was so hot."

"you need water? your favourite snacks are on the side over there, too."

"els, help me up out of this mess, please. ugh, the fake spunk is so sticky." "wanna take a shower? maybe create some real mess?"

sometimes, she couldn't hold back, though. on most cam nights, she would be clenching her thighs and biting her lip, watching you with a wetness forming on her boxers. but she couldn't always hold back from touching herself. she'd watch you lifting your tits into full view of the camera, squeezing them and giggling at the comments that followed. then you'd push them together, wait a moment for more tips and then start to pinch at your hard nipples.

"mm, yeah, feels so good. should i pinch harder? want me to lick them for you darlings?"

eventually, inevitably, she'd end up sliding one hand into her underwear, the other fisting the sheets. as you bounced up and down on one of your silicone cocks, moaning out appreciations for the tips that flooded in on the screen, she'd reach her throbbing clit. her gaze would be glued to your slick hole that wept around the toy as you moved, and she'd match your rhythm on the toy with the circles she traced on herself.

when you first saw her doing this, you weren't surprised at all. in fact, it made you that much more smug and turned on, resulting in less of a need to fake your arousal for the people watching. you'd pretended to the camera that you were turning your head to bite your own shoulder, but in fact you were mouthing encouragements for her to fuck herself faster over a wink and a smirk.

"faster, babe. just like that."

"edge yourself, el. better not come until i'm done here."

then there was this one particular night. ellie had two of her fingers deep in her cunt, while you rode a thick, veiny fake cock that took several pumps of lube to sink down onto.

you'd bought it with only your girlfriend in mind. though, of course your viewers were impressed with it, too.

"ooh-oh-oh, i need it f-faster. you want me to go faster... huh loves? gonna need your help then."

it was her favourite colour, and you'd made sure it attached pefectly onto your shared strap harness. it also came with a companion toy that was a little smaller, but could also attach to the harness, so that ellie could have her own pussy stuffed as she - hopefully, if your little scenario panned out - pounded into you once the camera was off.

of course, this is exactly what happened. you couldn't stop trying to get a look at ellie as you heard her little pants. she was trying to stay as quiet as possible, and watching her slap a hand over her own mouth, muffling her pleasure as she got off to you, only made things worse. you sped up your movements for a few seconds, opening your mouth and letting out an exaggarated moan. you then licked your lips, smiling at the camera as floods of tips came in, a bunch of water emojis flickering on and off. you bid everyone goodnight, promising to be back again the night after next, then ended the session.

"fuuuuuuck yes! mmmm!"

"fucked me so good. thank you, sweethearts. go grab yourselves some water and i'll see you next time. buh-bye, huns. mm."

then you turned to ellie, her hand stilled in her boxers. you slowly pulled out the toy and then pushed it all the way back in with a groan. you watched ellie's eyes flash at the obscene wet sounds your pussy made. once more you pull the glistening toy out, so slowly that it draws out impatient whines from the both of you. you rub the head of the toy around your folds, spreading the glistening wetness all around your waiting entrance.

"did you come, babe?" "uh uh, saving it all for you tonight, love."

"want you to fuck me so hard that i won't be able to move." "fuckin' hell. come here, now!" "need one more thing."

you reach down to your 'cam box' and take out two things. you first toss ellie the harness, which has the smaller cock attached, something you'd gotten ready earlier. then, you crawl between her already spread legs, and make a show of attaching the still-wet toy, your pussy clenching at the sight, greedy for it to be back inside you.

"put it on."

"was thinking about you filling me up the whole time tonight. need it now." "gonna do it. gonna make it so you can't stand."

several times after that night, you'd jokingly discussed ellie joining you on your site.

"if you made me gush like that on live, we'd make so much, d'yuh know that?" "maybe, but i don't want anyone else seeing you like that. all fucked out and dribbling from you gorgeous little pussy. no, baby. that's a show only i get to watch."

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nanawritesit · 9 months

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Chained Up - Choi San x Reader

bodyguard!san x mafia-daughter!reader: contains NSFW content (18+/MDNI!) 🔞

tw: female reader, reader has a deceased mother and a neglectful/ abusive father, cursing, slight angst into smut into fluff

mentions of: guns, drugs, alcohol, violence, theft, death, and kidnapping

nsfw content: p in v sex, protected sex, spanking, hair pulling, hard dom san, making out, groping, neck kissing, nipple sucking, cat and mouse dynamic, predator x prey themes, nicknames “good girl,” “little mouse,” “baby,” and “sparky.”

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“San, if you don’t put me down right now I’m gonna kill you!” you demanded from your position over his shoulder. You were pounding on his back with your fists as hard as you could while he carried you through the front door of your penthouse apartment.

He said nothing and showed no reaction to the pounding you were giving his lower back, having dealt with much stronger pain before. You knew this, but you still had to try your best to escape him. You always tried, but hardly ever succeeded.

Once you had reached the top of the marble stairs, he swiftly kicked open the door of your bedroom, tossing you down on your enormous lace canopy bed. In the few short seconds it took you to straighten yourself up, he had already locked your door, and was standing in front of it with his arms crossed, glaring at you with a straight face.

“You are unbelievable! I hate you!” you screamed, balling your fists as you felt angry tears prickle your eyes.

He knew you didn’t, still giving no reaction. “You wouldn’t get out of the limo.” he said curtly. “How else was I supposed to get you inside?”

“That’s not what I’m mad about, and you know it!” you huffed, getting up to go to your walk in closet. It had no door, so you could still see and talk to him. You began removing your jewelry and unpacking your designer handbag, placing them back in their respective places. It was a routine you did numerous times, so you were on autopilot, letting your rage be your main focus.

“I don’t understand why you’re upset with me. I was just doing my job. You know the rules, and you broke them anyway.” he replied, leaning against the door frame of your closet, arms still crossed. You hated that smug expression on his face. You would’ve slapped it off if you could, but you knew he would catch your hand and pin you down, exactly as he had done every other time before.

“You ruined my birthday party San! Is that part of your fucking job description?” you screeched, slapping your hand down on the vanity.

“No, but retrieving you when you sneak off is.” he explained, walking over towards you.

You were currently fiddling with the zipper on the back of your Valentino gown. It was a long, slender, black lace number, with a low cut chest and a high leg slit that perfectly showed off your diamond garter. The light that reflected off of it perfectly illuminated the serpent tattoo on your upper thigh, the one that was the symbol of your father’s mob. You got it when you turned 18, as a protection symbol.

“I don’t need your help!” you spat, swatting his hands away. He just put them on his hips, cocking his leg out patiently. He watched you struggle for another 30 seconds, tugging at the zipper to no avail. You dropped your hands and stared up at the ceiling in annoyance. “Damnit San, don’t just stand there, help me unzip this!”

You watched a satisfied smirk creep up his face through the mirror in front of you. It made your blood boil as he helped you step out of it. You huffed away, sitting down at your vanity to brush the curls out of your hair and remove your makeup.

He still didn’t seem to be bothered at all by the fact that he had destroyed your happiness tonight. He just went about your routine as usual, hanging up your dress and placing it back up on the proper rack.

“I just wanted to have a normal 21st birthday party, like a normal fucking girl.” you complained. “I just wanted to go to the club with my girlfriends, drink, dance, and have a good time.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me that?” he asked, sitting down on the plush sofa in the corner and crossing his legs nonchalantly. “I could’ve accompanied you.”

You snapped your head around and glared at him. “It was supposed to be a girls’ night. You know, something most girls get to do in their twenties.”

“You’re not most girls sparky, and you know that.” he replied cooly.

You scoffed at the use of his usual nickname for you, turning back away from him. “Yeah, I do. But you could’ve cut me some slack for once. Except for Lia, my friends aren’t the kind of girls who can let loose with a guy hanging around them.”

“No, I couldn’t have ‘cut you some slack.’ Your father would fire me for losing control of you, I’d get the shit beaten out of me, and then I’d be transferred to another gang. Is that what you want?” he asked, cocking his eyebrow up in question.

“No, that’s not what I fucking want!” you cried out, slamming your hairbrush down on the table. “I wanted tonight to just be me, Lia, Minnie, Liz, and Giselle. No guns, no fights, and no body guards.” You hissed out the last part since it pertained directly to him.

“Well, that’s not how things work.” he got up and stood beside you, even though you refused to look at him. “You’re the only daughter of one of the worlds’ most powerful and wealthy mafia bosses. You’re the heir to the throne so to speak. And it’s my job to keep you safe.”

“I was perfectly safe at the club…” you mumbled, fiddling with the diamonds on your garter.

He gave a cold chuckle, then stopped in front of you with his hands gripping the arms of your chair, caging you in. He pushed his head forward, prompting you to look up at him.

“Oh you were, were you? I would’ve thought otherwise, given the way that asshole was feeling you up.” he seethed in a growl barely above a whisper, a dangerous smile on his face.

Your heart was beating out of your chest, and your breath hitched in your throat. You hated how protective he was. Even more so, you hated how attractive he was when he got protective.

Remembering your current situation, you blinked and swallowed hard. “We were just dancing. Until you barged in and dragged me out of there in front of everyone.”

“Oh yeah? You had no idea that I would come find you?” he inquired, titling his head to the side in amusement. “You weren’t putting on a show to make me jealous?”

You bit the side of your cheek in annoyance at how easily he could read you. Five years of forced proximity will do that to you, but he didn’t need to be so damn cocky about it.

“Don’t act like you don’t like playing cat and mouse.” you teased, giving him a cute grin.

“I do. But the job comes first.” he said flatly.

You let out a small gasp as you felt a sharp pang in your chest. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes and a large lump began to form in your throat.

His eyes widened slightly at the realization of what he had just said. “No, Y/N, come on, I didn’t mean it like that-“

“Fuck you, San!” you cried, pushing him away from you and stomping off to your bathroom. “I’m taking a shower. Unless you want to do a fucking perimeter check, I suggest you leave me alone.”

You slammed the door behind you, then broke out into sobs. To most, what he said to you wouldn’t have been much of an insult. But to you, it was a painful reminder that your relationship wasn’t either of your top priorities, no matter how desperately you both wanted it to be. Your father would never allow that.

For the first ten years of your life, you knew your father as the kindest and most gentle man ever, despite the horrible things he did for work. He loved you and your mother more than anything, and he made sure you both knew it. He was always so affectionate and caring. But he got too soft. He stopped being careful, getting too comfortable in the role of a family man. And everything changed when your mother was kidnapped and killed right in front of him.

The day of her funeral, he held you while you both cried. Then when you woke up the next day, he was a completely different person. He never smiled, he never laughed, he never did anything but work. You hardly ever saw him, as he was always away on business. When you did see him, he was cold and distant. He would ask you how you were doing in school, and that was about it. No hugs, no kisses, nothing. He was just gone.

Your father also became paranoid about your safety. You got hardly any freedom after that, and your life as a normal ten year old girl was gone forever. You were under constant surveillance by a full security team, even while you were at school. If you so much as sniffled, your father knew about it. You were never allowed to go to sleepovers, or attend parties, or hang out with your friends outside of school. Which wasn’t really a problem until you became a teenager.

Being emotionally neglected made you act out quite a bit. The only way you could get any attention from your father was by getting into trouble. You snuck out, stole, went to parties, got into fights, did drugs, drank, smoked, got pierced… everything a typical delinquent would do. And every time, your security team would find you and bring you back to your father, who would punish you severely. Sometimes he would hit you, sometimes he would take away your phone, sometimes he would lock you in your room for days. But at least he was paying attention to you.

It was clear to your father that what he was doing wasn’t working. No matter how many times he punished you, you never learned. There was also the fact that you would be going to college in a few years, and there was no way your father could send an entire security team to your university. That was where San came in.

When you were sixteen, you decided to sneak out for a party. However, as you were halfway out your bedroom window, you felt a hand grip your ankle and drag you back inside. Obviously terrified because none of the security guards were ever allowed in your room, you began kicking and screaming with all your might, but this guy was way too strong. He grabbed your wrists and pinned you down to the floor in just a few seconds. Suddenly, your bedroom light clicked on. You expected to see some big, burly thug holding you down, but it was the most beautiful boy you had ever seen.

“Good evening, dearest daughter. I see you’ve met your new full-time body guard. This is Choi San. San, this is my daughter, Y/N.” your father introduced you to each other from the doorway. Your father decided that instead of having a team of multiple security guards watching you from a distance, you would have just one who was next to you 24/7.

You seriously doubted how San was going to replicate the protection of entire team of men. He was seventeen, had a smaller frame, and wasn’t very tall. But you quickly learned not to underestimate him. He was lethal, and would stop at nothing to keep you safe. His instructions from your father were simple: watch you at all times, never let you escape, and regularly report your safety back to him. He could use force if he wanted to. There was only one hard rule: absolutely no romance.

It wasn’t a hard rule to follow at first. The two of you actually hated each other. You were furious that you suddenly had to be followed around by a kid posing as your classmate who kept you from having any sort of fun. And he wasn’t thrilled that he had to be a glorified watch dog to a headstrong, misbehaving mafia princess. You even had to share a bedroom. You were totally and completely chained up together.

However, since you guys were forced to spend all of your time together, you learned every little thing about one another. You knew each others favorite foods, sleeping positions, movie preferences, most embarrassing moments, and funniest jokes. It was easy to gain admiration for each others strength, you learning about how he was thrown into the mafia at the age of 13, and him realizing you lost both of your parents all at once, your mother physically and your father emotionally. Admiration quickly turned into friendship, and when you were 19 and he was 20, things got complicated. You broke the number one rule. No romance.

Your father failed to realize one thing: just because he stopped being human when your mother died, didn’t mean that everyone else did too.

Neither of you had ever gotten to date anyone or experience physical intimacy since you were chained up together. You had shared a bedroom for years, but nothing had ever gotten physical behind the occasional platonic cuddle. It really couldn’t have with your dad home anyway. But everything changed when you went to college and got your own apartment together. It was really easy to start acting like a couple once you were out of your father’s house. And being adults, you had hormones just like anyone else. It wasn’t long before you shared your first kiss, and then your first time hooking up with each other…

The two of you did everything a couple would normally do, but you could never call yourself a couple. You couldn’t get too comfortable since the relationship was technically business. San worked for your father, who trusted him with his most precious asset: his heir. If anything threatened that, he wouldn’t hesitate to get rid of him. He wouldn’t care at all that you were in love with him, or that you’ve shared everything with each other for the past five years, or that you were the only reason the other was still alive. None of that would matter to him. He didn’t see people as human beings anymore, just assets.

Sometimes you were able to play the part of boyfriend and girlfriend. You got permission from your father to tell your friends that San was your boyfriend so they wouldn’t be suspicious of his proximity to you. However, that back fired on nights like tonight where he would show up and drag you out by force. Things like that get perceived as abusive and controlling. You’ll never forget the looks on your friends faces. Minnie looked like she was about to kill him, Liz was practically in tears, and Giselle was obviously annoyed that he had showed up again. The only one who understood was your best friend Lia. She was your fathers consigliere’s daughter, and the two of you had been close since childhood. Not too close obviously, since you were never allowed out without supervision, but close enough for her to understand what was going on.

Pretending to be together was even more painful in a way. You got a glimpse of what it would be like if you were two normal people in love, not the mafia boss’s daughter and her body guard. You understood your dynamic well, but it still hurt when San brought it up.

Now that you thought about it, you did overreact a little bit. You did know San would find you eventually, and it was kind of stupid of you to think he wouldn’t. You also knew it was childish to try to make him jealous. But you had a tendency to act like a kid, since you never really got to be one for very long. You began to feel bad for lashing out at him.

You blinked, remembering what you had originally set off to do. You removed the rest of your clothes, which was pretty much just underwear, tights, and your garter, and hopped in the shower. You imagined yourself washing away everything that was plaguing you. How you didn’t know how you would explain this to your friends tomorrow, your fight with San, and how you could never have a normal life because of your father. You wiped all of it away under the hot water, sighing in relief.

You came out of the bathroom wrapped up in your towel to see San sitting on the edge of your bed reading a book. It was something he did every night before bed. He glanced up at you, his eyes softening.

“I got you something for your birthday.” he practically whispered, still feeling guilty from what he said earlier.

Having cooled off in the shower, you sat down next to him and held your hands out. He reached behind him and grabbed a little white box, placing it gingerly in your hands. You opened it up, and your jaw fell open when you saw a silver ring in a zig zag pattern with little diamonds over the top.

“It’s supposed to resemble a lightning bolt.” he explained, taking it out of the box and grabbing your hand. “I got it as a promise that I’ll always be here for you.” He delicately slipped it over your ring finger.

You lifted up your hand and stretched out your fingers to admire it. “San, it’s… it’s perfect. I love it.” You couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your face as you threw your arms over him. He chuckled, wrapping his own arms around your back.

“I’m glad you like it, sparky.” he replied.

San had called you sparky for as long as you could remember. When his colleagues found out he was becoming a guard dog, they patted him on the back and told him he was on easy street now. But you proved to be the furthest thing from easy. Most people just saw you as a spoiled princess, but you were so much more than that. You were fierce, headstrong, independent, and savage. It was a defense mechanism, and San had somehow managed to slip through all your cracks. On one particular night, you were having an argument during a thunderstorm. Right as you shrieked at him, lighting struck a tree outside.

“Damn sparky, you don’t need to smite me with lightning.” he had said, holding up his hands in surrender. It made you laugh uncontrollably, forgetting your argument instantly. Since then, the name just stuck. It seemed to fit you perfectly. Like lighting, you were bright and beautiful, but also so terrifying and lethal.

“I’m sorry about what I said.” he confessed, running his hand along your back comfortingly. “I didn’t mean that the job was more important than you. I just meant that in order for us to stay together, there’s certain expectations that have to be met.”

“I know, San. I’m sorry for breaking the rules and lashing out at you.” you sighed, leaning your head into the crook of his neck. It was so easy to lean into his touch. It was comfortable and familiar, unlike many other things in your life.

“It’s okay, really. Our lives are unfair, and it’s understandable that you’d still want a normal experience. But we have to be careful if we want things to work between us.” he told you. You knew everything that he was saying was right, but part of you still didn’t want to accept it.

“Is it always going to be like this?” you whispered to avoid crying, feeling tears well up again.

He leaned back and placed a hand on your cheek, locking eyes with you. “We’ll figure it out baby. I promise.” Your heart swelled as a single tear fell down your cheek, but you smiled regardless.

He wiped away your tear with his thumb and slowly leaned down to kiss you. You met his lips halfway, bringing a hand up into the back of his hair to lightly tug at its blonde tips. You always loved when he grew his hair out into a shaggy mullet. The short, dark strands that fell in front of his face, and the long, bleached pieces that hung around his neck… it was the perfect hair for him.

The kiss began to deepen, both of you holding onto each other tightly with roaming hands. You both let out small little mewls as your tongues entered each others mouths. He pulled you onto his lap, spreading your legs for you to straddle him. You didn’t stop kissing for a second, simply pushing him down onto the mattress and pinning his wrists beneath you. You knew you could never keep him down, but it was nice to pretend you could. Plus, the fact that he let you showed he was willing to put aside his pride and submit to you.

His hands began trailing across your body, one reaching down to grope your ass and the other reaching up to feel your breast. You pulled away from his lips and began trailing kisses down his neck, licking and biting gently. He sighed in pleasure, his grip on you tightening.

“Y/N… be careful…” he panted desperately. “Don’t leave any marks…”

“Why shouldn’t I?” you smirked, not letting up at all. “You belong to me, don’t you? I should be able to mark you up if I want to.”

“Fuck…” he huffed, squinting his eyes shut. He knew you were right. Once you started kissing his neck, you could make him do anything.

Suddenly, he flipped you around, pinning you down beneath him. His chain was swinging in your face as he glared down at you hungrily, like a beast eyeing up its prey.

“Don’t forget baby, you belong to me too.” he growled, his hot breath hitting your neck and sending shivers down your spine. “You think you can run away from me?” He gripped onto your wrists tightly, pushing you further into the mattress. He leaned down even more, until he was mere centimeters away from your face. “You’re damn right I like playing cat and mouse. But you’re playing with a very big cat, with very sharp claws. Don’t you know what’s good for you, little mouse?”

Your chest felt like it was about to explode, and the adrenaline rush that surged through your veins made you feel so excited. You loved it when he got like this. It was scary, but also so sexy.

“Why don’t you show me what’s good for me, big cat?” you suggested, biting your lip.

Suddenly, it was like a switch flipped, and he began ravishing you. He tore your towel off, tossing it to the side. He began trailing sloppy kisses all over your body. Down your neck and chest, stopping to suck on each nipple, then down to your stomach and stopping above your core, where you needed him most.

“San please…” you whimpered pathetically. “No teasing tonight. I need you inside of me.”

“Why should I give you what you want when you’ve been so naughty?” he teased gripping onto your thighs. His finger traced over your serpent tattoo. “Sneaking out, drinking, dancing with another guy…” his nails sunk into your flesh at the last part. You inhaled a sharp breath at the feeling, the slight pain only making you more excited.

“I’m so sorry I was bad…” you whined, unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off his shoulders as he crawled back up your body. “You’re always so good to me. I should behave better.”

“Yes, you should…” he pondered, glancing down at you condescendingly. “Maybe the only way to get you to listen is to punish you.”

You yelped as he pulled you up with ease and threw you over his lap, face down. Before you could even react, his hand came down on your bare ass, making you cry out. The sting was addictive, and you instantly wanted more.

“You think it’s cute to make me jealous?” he growled in your ear as he grabbed your hair and pulled you up. “I’m the only one who gets to touch you, understand?”

“Yes, I do! I- ah!” you shrieked as he spanked you a second time.

“If I ever see another guy touching you, I’ll break his fucking hands.” he seethed, rubbing your ass which was growing redder and warmer by the second.

“I promise, I’ll never let a guy touch me again!” you babbled incoherently.

“Oh I know you won’t, baby.” he cooed, inhaling sharply. His hand came down on your ass a third time, then a fourth. “I’ll make sure of that.”

Your legs fell out underneath you, making your face fall flat into the sheets. The sensation made you so dizzy that you barely felt him move you off his lap and flip you over again. You heard him unbuckle his belt and then shed his slacks and boxers. You opened your eyes to see him looming overtop of you, completely bare save for the condom around his member.

“Did you learn your lesson baby?” he asked with a false pout, tilting your chin up to face him.

You nodded frantically. “Yes, I did. I’ll be good from now on.”

“Good girl. Now let me give you a real birthday gift.”

With that, he began pumping his cock into your entrance, both of you moaning and grunting harder with every inch. Once he was completely inside of you, he began pounding into you, making the springs of your bed creak over and over.

You threw your head back as your pussy clenched around him, sucking him in further and further. “Fuck, San…” you panted, wrapping your legs around his back and moving your hips in rhythm with him. The added force made his head drop in pleasure, huffing into your neck.

He looked up to see your tits bouncing up and down as he slammed his hips into you. “God baby, you look so good when you’re getting fucked.” The light suddenly reflected off of the ring he gave you, making his cock twitch inside of you.

“Please Sannie, I need more…” you mewled, clenching your thighs tight around his hips.

“Oh, how bad do you want it baby?” he asked, slowing his pace down just to torture you.

“I don’t want it Sannie, I need it!” you screamed, throwing your head back in frustration. “I’d do anything for it, I need it so bad I want to cry…”

He chuckled, clearly pleased by hearing you beg for more of his cock. He sat up on his legs and grabbed each of your ankles, throwing them over his shoulders as he dipped his cock down into you. Your knees began getting pushed closer and closer to your shoulders, until they were almost touching completely.

“Fuck, San, this angle!” you cried out, placing a hand over your mouth.

“Don’t do that baby, I wanna hear you scream.” he demanded. gripping onto your ankles tighter. “Now, who do you belong to?”

“You San, I belong to you…” you whimpered. You could feel that knot in your stomach beginning to uncoil. He was hitting all the right spots, driving you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Louder.” he grunted, his pace picking up until he was fucking you senseless. It was obvious that he was about to finish too.

“I belong to you San, and only you!” you cried out as loud as you could, your voice reverberating off the walls of your room. Thank god you had soundproof walls.

“Oh yes, yes!” he exclaimed as he finished inside of you, his thrusts getting messier. The way he was whimpering at how your pussy gripped his sensitive cock, the dark pieces of hair that clung to the sweat on his forehead, his mouth slightly open, his chain swinging in your face… the sight was simply divine. You pushed your hips up against his to get the friction you were missing, and in a few seconds, you came undone beneath him.

“Oh, oh fuck, I- ugh!” you yelled, eyes rolling back in your head as your toes curled up. His gaze was fixed on you, taking in every single one of your features. No sight in the world was better to him than the one of you finishing on his cock.

Once you were done, he collapsed on top of you, panting heavily. You brought a hand up into his hair to gently run your fingers through it as you collected yourself.

“Best fucking birthday ever.” you laughed. He chuckled along with you, sitting up to brush your hair out of your face.

“I’m glad I could make it up to you, sparky.” he grinned, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Wanna go to bed?” You nodded, and he got up to get your pajamas out of your dresser. He knew your favorite big shirt and shorts combo to wear to sleep. Then he walked back over to you and began dressing you. It was small acts like this that showed you how much he really cared about you.

Once you were dressed, he threw your blanket over top of you and tucked you in. He then went back over to the dresser to get himself a fresh pair of boxers, putting them on before getting under the covers to spoon you. You thought it was so funny that he was usually so brutal, but he couldn’t fall asleep without cuddling something like a baby.

“San?” you asked meekly, fiddling with your ring.

“Hm?” he hummed, burrowing his face into your neck.

“I love you.” you confessed.

You had never said it to each other once in the five years you had spent together. Not sarcastically, not platonically, and certainly not romantically. You both silently knew it was a dangerous thing to say. You could be ripped apart at any second. You weren’t even supposed to like each other, let alone love. It wasn’t smart to get too attached, or too comfortable, or too intimate. But here you were.

The silence between the two of you was deafening. You were about to get up and run away in embarrassment and shame, when suddenly he placed a tender kiss on your cheek. “I love you too Y/N.”

You sighed in relief, snuggling further into your blankets. You began to drift off to sleep, feeling completely safe and content with San next to you. Maybe what you were doing was risky, but right now it didn’t matter. Right now, you were just a silly young girl in love, not a mafia daughter. Maybe tomorrow you would wake up and regret it, but it wouldn’t change anything. The two of you would always be chained up together. It would be foolish to pretend you didn’t love it. And you both knew you would do anything to keep it that way.

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itsrheasgirl · 1 year

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FORBIDDEN LOVE - PART 6

The Forbidden Love series follows a relationship between Rhea x Reader.

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The Reader has a strong friendship with Liv Morgan.

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Liv is in love with The Reader but hasn’t told them.

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fem!reader - rhea x reader.

mentions of priest x reader.

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TW: smut (18+) minors please do not interact

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You felt so suspicious rummaging through Rhea’s bag like this, what would you say if someone caught you? Maybe she’d let you store your hotel key there, or perhaps she’d asked you to get something for her. You’d think of something if the time came, you were sure. The soft jingle of keys caused you to sigh in relief, pulling the small bundle of keys from the bag and tucking them in your jean pocket before closing the bag back up and returning it to the locker in which it came from.

Hurrying from the locker room, you hush out a loud groan as you collide with the broad expanse of Damian Priest’s back. Your gaze shifting skyward to look up at the muscular male as he turns round with a soft chuckle.

“Woah, woah. Where you off to in such a rush, kiddo?”

He chortle, his palm raising to once more ruffle the top of your head. One swift move has you scoop beneath his monstrous palm, he wasn’t catching you this time. Stepping to the side as your brow furrowed playfully, your slender forearms cross over you chest. Why did he always have to mess up your hair?

“Back to the hotel.”

You were to the point with your answer, your tongue poking out between your lips quickly before disappearing back into your mouth. He laughed, shaking his head as he watched you back away from him.

“In such a rush?”

He questioned. His thick brow arching as he searched your features for signs of a lie. You bob your head gently, your palms pushing into your back pockets in attempt to hide Rhea’s car keys from Priest’s watchful gaze. You could see the clear quizzical expression claim Priest’s features, your fingers curling around the keys.

“Ubers waiting.”

You reply, reaching up on your tiptoes to press a kiss against Priest’s cheek before turning on your heels to swiftly head for the exit, keeping the keys locked tightly in your palm as you remove them from your pocket, calling back over your shoulder so he couldn’t stop you from leaving.

“I’ll see you later.”

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You weren’t sure how long you’d been sat in the car, your fingers drumming against the steering wheel as you waited patiently for Rhea’s arrival. The arena had emptied out by now, she couldn’t be much longer right?

A soft rap of knuckles against the glass caused you to finally return to reality and lift your head, lips curving into a warm grin as you locked eyes with those oceanic hues. Rhea’s fingers wiggle slowly as a sly smirk claimed her lips, stepping back as you pop open the drivers side door to get out.

“Finally.”

You quipped, leaning against the car and waiting patiently for Rhea to speak. Her palm slowly pushed the car door closed, not once taking her gaze off you. She’d cleaned off the remnants of her makeup, bare faced and beautiful as you looked into each others eyes. Scanning across her form, you notice a few small scratches scattered across her shoulders. Charlotte had clearly gotten in a few good shots during that match, but no one could beat the eradicator. Reaching out your fingers towards a large scratch that cast across her left shoulder, you trace the tips over the raised skin gently. Rhea had taken a beating or two in her career and tonight was just another on the list.

“You did great tonight.”

Even with the damage, her skin was still so smooth beneath your fingertips. She didn’t seem fazed as you trace over the curve of her shoulder and down the length of her arm, following the lines of her forearm tattoos as you smile softly. Rhea had yet to say anything as her palm releasing the handle of her suitcase to grasp at your wrist, swiftly spinning you round to face the car, she pressed her lips against your ear and spoke.

“Let’s get out of here.”

The soft flirtatious tone was back in her voice, the hairs on the back of your neck once more standing on end as your lids fluttered closed. She had to stop doing this to you, was she playing mind games? Was she actually flirting with you? She had initiated the kiss you’d shared, she had asked you to wait for her. You had never expected anything to come of your feelings for Rhea, but all of a sudden things had begun to change.

You sat in the passenger seat motionless as Rhea threw her bags in the trunk, your palms damp with sweat as you ran through every scenario of what this all meant. Maybe it was nothing, maybe Rhea just wanted someone to drive back to the hotel with. The sound of the drivers side door closing pulled you from your thoughts, your head craning to look over at Rhea as she started the car’s ignition. She flashed you a warm smile, the twinkle in her eyes causing your own smile to grow. She really was so beautiful. Buckling your belt, you rest your elbow against the window and lean into your palm.

The hotel wasn’t far from the arena, you’d actually intended to walk back but your were grateful for the ride. The temperature still dropped pretty cold in LA at this time of year and you’d forgotten your jacket in a hurry to not be late. Music played quietly as you drove the streets without speaking, the sound of Rhea clearing her throat the first thing you’d payed attention to since setting off.

“I’m glad you waited.”

Rhea’s gaze remained out the window as she drove, her palm sliding from the steering wheel to rest gently on top of your thigh, her fingertips tracing circles against the denim as the car slowed down to a stop. Where you back already? Glancing out the window, you see nothing but an empty parking lot. Your manicured brow furrowing as you return your gaze to Rhea’s features, a sharp gasp pulling from your chest as you’re met by her plush kiss. You resist the urge to pull away like you’d done the night before, she clearly wanted this just as much as you did.

A soft hum vibrates from your lips as you scoop your palm around the back of Rhea’s neck, pulling her closer to you as your lips begin to move in unison. Your tongue breaking past the barrier of Rhea’s lips, exploring her mouth as her own tongue battled yours for dominance. It wasn’t often that you got second chances and you weren’t about to miss out on an intimate moment with Rhea again. Fumbling with your seatbelt until it unlocks, you pull it free from your body and slide over onto Rhea’s lap. The base of the steering wheel pressed against your back as you shifted to put one thigh on either side of her waist, sliding both palms over her shoulders before they find themselves tangled within Rhea’s silky black hair. You softly nip at her lower lip, sucking it between your lips as you gently tug at her onyx locks. Rhea’s head tilting back only slightly as you pull, keeping her lower lip locked in your pearly whites.

She didn’t even bother to fight your dominance over her, Rhea’s thumbs hooked under the hem of your tight crop top and swiftly tugged it up and over your head in one swift motion. Tossing it aside to the passenger seat before her palms found your hips and her lips found your jugular, her teeth grazing against the supple flesh as your head tilted back in complete bliss.

A soft moan parts your lips as Rhea eagerly sucks on the soft flesh of your jugular vein, her fingertips dance slowly up the length of your back before her nails dragged back down. Yet another soft moan releasing from your throat as your spine arches, your perked breasts rising and falling as your breathing began to tremor.

Rhea hums in desire at the way she was able to make you moan, the tip of her tongue trailing up the length of your neck as her hands pulled you down into her lap while you squirm in pleasure, even the simplest of touches from the Aussie beauty had you weak at the knees. You’d spent so many nights dreaming of a moment like this, Rhea’s hands on your body and your hands in her hair, her lips feverish against your own as your tongues fought each other for dominance. Rotating your hips against Rhea’s own, you bite down on your lip with your canines so hard it draws blood.

“Shit.”

You groan causing Rhea to pull back in worry, her oceanic gaze searching your features for what was wrong. Had she hurt you? A bead of blood pooled on your lip, your hand reached up to wipe it away but is stopping abruptly as Rhea grasped your wrist to stop you.

“Awe, poor baby.”

She purred, her lips once more finding yours as she sucked the small bead of crimson liquid into her mouth before playfully nipping at the delicate cut. You wince slightly, the small cut stinging as the cool breeze from the air conditioner whipped around you.

Your nipples peaked as the icy air prickled against your skin, Rhea’s fingertips tracing down the contours of your stomach causing your back to arch against the steering wheel once more. Winding your fingers into her raven locks, you pull Rhea’s visage down towards your chest, welcoming her lips as she captured one of your nipples between her teeth, gently sucking on it for only a second before moving to the other.

You’re biting down on your lip once more without realizing, the taste of pennies wash over your tongue as crimson color coats it. Your fingers clawing against the back of Rhea’s neck as she ravished your breasts in heated kisses and playful bites.

As Rhea pulls back, your palms remain curled around her neck. Your breathing heavy and your brow sweaty, you move your thumbs to brush them over Rhea’s cheekbones. A large grin claimed both your lips as you stare into each others eyes, your breathing labored as you tried to steady your heartbeat. The glimmer of Rhea’s crystal gaze shifting to the purple coloring that formed under the skin across your chest, her tongue coaxing across her lips before she spoke.

“Oops.”

She uttered, tracing her thumb over the bruised flesh.

“What?”

The word is almost a pant as it falls from your lips, one of your palm pushing the stray tendrils that fell about Rhea’s face away and behind her ear. Rhea smirked, leaning against your palm as her features remain locked on the purple blemishes that grew darker by the second.

“I guess this means you’re mine.”

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1 | Fluorescent Lights

Pairing: Mikey x Fem!Reader

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A rundown warehouse hidden away in the seedy outskirts of the city houses where you work- an infamous underground fighting ring. Its rusted metal walls seem to echo with the whispers of forbidden battles that had taken place within its walls. The air is thick with anticipation, a palpable mix of adrenaline, fear, and the putrid scent of sweat.

Dimly lit by the flickering fluorescent lights hanging from the low ceiling, the ring itself stood as the focal point of the room. Its canvas is rather worn and stained, bearing the marks of countless intense matches. Surrounding the ring, rows of rickety wooden benches provide seating for the eager spectators, their eyes hungry for the raw display of violence.

You, dressed in black jeans and a faded leather jacket, stand near the edge of the ring, holding up a tattered sign with bold letters announcing the upcoming fights. Your eyes dart across the crowd, taking in the diverse assortment of spectators from rough-looking men in leather jackets, women with smudged makeup and curious expressions, and even a few suited businessmen, eager to witness the brutality.

As the current fight concluded, your boss, a wide man with a greasy beard and a half-drunk demeanor swaggers over to you. He removes the cigar from between his lips and lets out a boisterous laugh, slapping his companion on the back. "Hey, Y/N, fancy joining the fray tonight? I hear you've got some moves!"

You arch an eyebrow, your lips curling into a sly grin. "Oh, Frank, you know I"m not one to back down from a challenge, but my talent lies in holding up signs and stirring up the crowd, not throwing punches."

The man beside Frank, a muscular and tattooed hulk of a man, joins in with a playful smirk. "Come on, Y/N, don't be a buzzkill. Let's see those hidden fighting skills of yours. I'll even go easy on you."

You tilt your head, a glint of mischief dancing in her eyes. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into," you tell him. "But tonight my role is simply to ignite the crowd, not become their main event."

Frank erupts into a hearty laugh, swaying slightly on his feet. "Alright, alright, Y/N. Just remember, the offer stands if you ever change your mind. We could use a firecracker like you in the ring!"

With a nonchalant wave, you turn on her heels and saunter toward the exit, leaving behind the clamor of cheering and the aura of the underground ring, instead relishing the cool breeze that welcomes you into the night.

When you get home, you push open the creaky door of your shabby apartment, the worn-out handle offering a familiar resistance as you enter. Inside, the dimly lit space greets you with a mixture of comfort and weariness, the atmosphere a reflection of the struggles you face every day. Your gaze sweeps across the room, taking in the sight of Hakkai and Yuzuha lounging on the old, worn couch.

Hakkai, with weary eyes, is slumped against the cushions with a visible air of discontent surrounding him. He had tossed his school bag aside, a silent protest against the academic burden that weighs him down. You shake your head, your voice laced with a mix of sympathy and regret. "Hang in there, Hakkai. I know school is tough, but education is important. Don't make the same mistake I did."

"Oh, you're home!" your sister's voice chimes in, her hunger evident in the slight whine that accompanies her next words. "I'm starving. Is there anything to eat?"

You glance at the meager supplies in the kitchenette, sighing at the limited options. "We're low on groceries, but I'll go out later and get something. We still have bread," you say, retrieving a slightly stale loaf from a tattered bag.

Yuzuha scrunches her nose in distaste. "Stale bread again? Ugh, it's like chewing on cardboard."

You manage a half-hearted grin, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, I found some soup too. It's not gourmet, but it'll do for now."

Your two siblings gather around the small table, the flickering light from the television casting a hazy glow on their faces. You then join them and take bites of your small meal.

"What're you guys watching anyway?" you ask as you glance over at the television. The sound of new reports then fills the room, detailing the rising tide of gang activity in the area. "Oh, lovely."

Hakkai points at the screen, his voice laced with concern. "Look at it, Y/N. Gang violence is escalating. It's getting out of control."

You lean forward, a flicker of determination in your eyes. "I know, Hakkai. That's why we need to stay safe and look out for each other. We can't afford to get caught up in that world. Besides, you know exactly who is to blame for the world going to shit."

Yuzuha's brow furrows, her voice tinged with worry. "But what if we can't avoid it? What if he comes knocking on our door?"

"He won't," you assure her. "We've made it this long without him and we'll be fine. I have my job, you're looking, Yuzuha, and Hakkai, you're still going to school. Don't be an idiot like your two sisters and drop out."

"We've come a long way, haven't we?" Yuzuha smiles softly at you. "From all the crap we've gone though."

Hakkai nods. "Cause we've had Y/N to fight all our battles for us."

"That's not true," you disagree. "We've done everything together for the past six years."

As the last remnants of your simple yet comforting meal disappear from the chipped plates, the news reports of gang activity have subsided, replaced by a lighthearted comedy that elicits genuine laughter from all of you. It's in these precious moments, amidst the chaos of the world outside, that you find solace in the shared bond of family.

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𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐸𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 38 Killing an Eyeful Peep Again, View Were Always Meant to Be Stares

Pairing: Alastor x F!OC (Theia, The Demon of a Thousand Eyes)

Chapter Summary: You delight in killing Edgar again, then things take a turn you hadn't anticipated.

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Tentacles, Murder, Blood, Spitting, No Hands, No Eyes, Removal of Genitalia, Decapitation, Discussions of Implied SA of Minors

Edgar had never been an easy man to appease. Even from that first encounter, something seemed off about him, but he had always been careful in the beginning, at least with me.

He complained if my tattoos showed, but I explained that fresh ink always needed to be seen, and if I couldn’t show off my eye tattoos at an optometry clinic, where else would it be acceptable? While most places on Earth that I’d been had discouraged showing skin, he never did, at least on the younger women. The older you got the more he expected you to cover up, as if your age dictated how many inches of fabric you were to have covering your flesh. He always made a big deal about the length of my skirts, mocking me if they were modest, stealing glances if they weren’t.

He couldn’t keep staff, a revolving door of various women from all walks of life had come and gone in the mere six months that I’d worked there, and in that time, I saw many leave due to uncomfortable conversations, gifts, or drunken late-night texts—especially if the women were younger.

With Ellie, it started off small, too. I barely noticed at first.

She was a sweet little thing, all energy, excitement, curiosity, and smiles. His eyes always followed her, and I noticed. Of course I noticed.

For a while, he was just keen to watch. Then, when she turned fourteen and joined our ranks, he got bolder. He seemed to have a physical space issue: he had to be within touching distance, couldn’t keep his hands to himself. They were on her shoulder, in her hair, caressing her arms. Subtle, but very noticeable to anyone paying attention.

He was always giving her things, little things, long before she had been employed with us, and sometimes these trinkets would make her uncomfortable. I didn’t see them all, but I could tell by the look on her face when she left his office some days if he’d given her something she didn’t like. She was so determined to be an apprentice with our clinic. On many occasions, I’d ask her why, why not go somewhere else. She said she liked it there, that we were nice, that Edgar was nice, but I didn’t know what to think, not for some time.

When Ellie changed, and everything changed, and he started doing it to me, the gifts started out small.

Sweets—which I have never been partial to—consumed from his grubby outstretched palm and thanked immediately, swallowing down chalky candies with too much sugar.

Hair ribbons, like the ones I’d seen in Ellie’s hair not long ago, in colors I had never been fond of but ones he preferred. He’d put them in himself, just how he liked, then take the mirror we used to show clients how they liked their new frames to show off his work. It was shoddy and messy, and my hair always felt greasy afterwards, but I let him, even and especially when the color of the ribbons he’d chosen clashed horribly with my clothing that day. I’d spend what felt like hours taking them out of my hair every night, wanting to burn them, throw them away, but knew that if I wore them the next day, wore them with colors that matched instead of clashed, he’d be pleased, in a better mood.

Usually that just resulted in more gifts, dolls I’d never been much for even as a child, makeup I had no interest in wearing, uniforms in colors that matched the ribbons that were too tight and too small. ‘What if customers see me in this?’ I asked, forgetting my place, and I remember he’d replied, ‘Oh no, you wear this, Iris, and no one will see you but me.’

Not long after that, he invited me to go to his house. Ellie had told me those words, those haunting words that I will never forget. ‘Never go to his house, Iris. You will regret it for the rest of your life.’ Sixteen words. It only took sixteen words for me to understand. How I hadn’t connected the dots earlier, I’m not sure, other than just being so young, so unfamiliar, so naïve.

I'd never seen him or his wife after that night, the one where I cut off his hands and gouged out his eyes, the one where his wife caught me in the act of partaking in my new favorite snack and chased me into an alley with a kitchen knife, stabbed me over and over again and left me to bleed. I never thought to look for him, cared what had happened, not until I'd told Alastor and Ombre about him.

Now I want to kill him again.

You’re back on that same derelict rooftop in the abandoned territory just outside of the Entertainment District, your hair whipping in the wind once more, thoughts of your first kill swirling around like smoke. Alastor stands beside you, his own tousled gently in the breeze, and Ombre is billowing slightly about your shoulders. It’s early morning this time, the Hellish ‘sun’ just peaking above the horizon, beginning to bathe the sky in the bright, blood red familiar to Pentagram City’s skyline. Behind the same door from before, you hear muffled grunts, and the sound makes your eyes flash that familiar red in anticipation. “Mes rois, who do you have behind that door for me?” You raise an eyebrow. “Is it who I think it is?”

“He was a difficult man to find, ma très chère, but with some determination and patience, I succeeded. How he managed to survive fifteen years in such a state is a feat in itself that I didn’t bother to learn. You’d think it would have been easy to track down a sinner that arrived in Hell with no eyes or hands.”

Yours flash red again, and you grin wickedly, pulling Alastor into a passionate kiss. When you’re panting for air, you break it to purr, “You brought me my first kill to do it all again.”

“But of course!” Alastor says with stars in his eyes despite the morning hour. “Anything and everything for you, nostre âme soeur.”

“Anything.” Ombre echoes from around your shoulders, “Anything for you, our majesty.”

You feel the urge to swoon as you fall into his arms and kiss him with fervor, then turn your head and do the same to Ombre.

A thud against the door brings you back to why you’re here; you sigh with a happy smile. “I suppose it’s time to move on to the main event now anyway.”

“Lead the way, nostre reine. I look forward to the show!” He says with a wicked grin, and yours matches his intensity as you look back at him.

“A dazzling performance, I have no doubt, our majesty.” Ombre purrs into your ear.

You take a few steps and open the door. The thumping sound comes not from a body bag like last time, but a struggling man tied to a chair. He’s gagged and bound, fighting against his bindings. He looks quite different from the last time you saw him, dead in his living room. Just as Alastor had described, he has no hands, and when his head tilts up to look in your direction instead of eyes, deep, hollow sockets meet your gaze. You drag the chair deeper into the room so that Alastor can walk in behind you. He watches you intently, and you wink with one of the eyes on the back of your horns as you step towards the sinner in the chair. Ombre stays draped around your shoulders. You suspect this is their new favorite place to be. For the fun of it, you remove the gag from his mouth. For this conversation, you’ll want him to be able to speak. The first sounds that pour from his lips are guttural and angry, and you chuckle, amused. “Now, now Edgar. That’s hardly the way to talk to one of your old apprentices. Don’t you remember lil’ old me, hm?”

His eyeless sockets stare hollowly at you, and while you can’t read his expression, you know there’s no recognition there as he spits, “Never seen a freak like you. Think I’d recognize one pretending to be one of my employees.”

You chuckle again and then, with a glint in your eyes and a bend at the waist, your human disguise slips over your features. You now have pale skin, two brown eyes in their normal locations on a human, a set of rather sharp but not too sharp teeth in a wide-set mouth, a pert nose, and shoulder-length black hair. Instead of the eyes that litter your body, tattoos of them cover your arms. “Does this ring any bells? Sure, I’m sixteen years older by now, so you’ll have to excuse me no longer looking like your type, of course, but one can only stay fourteen for a year, after all.”

You don’t need to read his eyeless sockets to see the jerk in his body at the sight of you. “Iris. Thought those freaky-ass eye tattoos were on theme. Now I know you’re a fuckin’ witch. It all makes sense.”

You cackle. “How cute. No, I’m not a ‘witch’ as you so stupidly put it.” You let your human disguise fall. “For someone who’s been in Hell for fifteen years, you sure don’t recognize a hellborn very well. Now before you get any grand ideas, I didn’t come up to Earth just to kill you in particular. Don’t go getting a big head now, silly little sinner.” You smirk as you run your fingers through his hair just so you can yank it up by the roots, pull it taut until it rips from the follicles.

“You hurt so many people. I didn’t need to see the acts to know that. Ellie was enough. You were so careful with her. It was obvious to me that if you’d done it to Ellie, you’d done it to others, and you would do it again. So when you turned that revolting gaze on me, I knew I had to have those eyes in between my teeth.” You lean in close so he can look at you through the holes where his eyes should be. “You want to know something? It was the best snack I have ever eaten or will ever eat. I’m almost disappointed I don’t get the pleasure of doing it again. Eyes have always been my favorite because of you. It’s the only good thing you’ve ever done for anyone. So thank you for that, Edgar.”

A beat of silence, excluding the grunting coming from him as he tries to struggle from your grasp. “What,” you croon as you let your other hand cup his cheek and dig your claws into the flesh of his jaw, tiny droplets of red trickle and fall from where you snag him, “not going to tell me ‘you’re welcome, Iris,’? Can’t even manage to be polite when you’re bound to a chair for me? How rude. I see you truly haven’t changed. Good. This will be extra fun then.”

“W-what are you going to do to me?” He stutters out, and you spit in each of his eye sockets as he gags.

“Nothing you don’t deserve.” You shrug as you bat all seven eyes on your face. “The wounds I inflicted upon you to cause you your death were for Ellie and myself. The wounds I will inflict today, however, will be for everyone else you hurt. See, I never forgot about you since I came home to Hell, but I decided I didn’t care to track you down. I didn’t own your soul, so what was the need? It had been so long; I had expected you’d met the unfortunate end of an angelic spear, but that would have deprived me of this wonderful experience of a reunion. Aren’t you so happy to see me, Edgar? Tell me you’re happy to see me.”

“Fuck you, you psycho bitch.” He spits again, and you cackle as you use your claws to tear off one of his ears.

As he wails, you offer it to Alastor, who declines it with a chuckle. You shrug, and let it drop to the cement below you. “You may have lost an ear, but your tympanic membrane is still intact. So listen closely. Do as I say, or your death will take far longer and be far more unpleasant than necessary. Behave, and I’ll end you quickly; you can respawn and go about your shitty little sinner existence for the rest of time.”

He stutters out pathetically, “W-what do you want from me?”

Your eyes flash red and you chuckle darkly. “I don’t want anything from you. I’m here to kill you, plain and simple. I’m here to enjoy it just as much or more than I did the last time.” You say as you rip open his shirt, buttons popping off and flying in every direction. “I’m going to take my time with you, time your stupid bitch of a wife didn’t allow me last time.”

“Leave my wife out of this, you fuckin’freak!” He bellows, and as you grab his hair fiercely, you spit into his sockets again, then shove his head forward so it dribbles out onto his face like tears. Then, just because you feel like it, you tear the other ear off and drop it next to its mate on the cement below.

“I’d hardly call myself the freak, Edgar. You’re the one with no eyes, no ears, and no hands, after all.” You smirk. “Besides, I wasn’t the one who brought your idiotic wife into this. She did that herself when the bitch thought it was a smart idea to chase a girl who’d torn into her husband with her bare hands into an alleyway. She tried to stab me to death, and if I’d been more bloodthirsty, I’d have killed her too. How she didn’t care that the blood was black though? She’d either seen some shit or knew a thing or two. No human reacts normally when they see demon blood. Except her. She just kept stabbing. She’s either stupid, or isn’t the wife you thought you married. Is she down here yet? Can I kill her too?” Ombre chuckles in your ear and you shiver.

“I said leave my wife out of this!” He roars this time, so dig your nails into his chest and carve your alias into his flesh. As he howls and whimpers, you unbutton his trousers and yank them off his hips. “W-what are you going to do to me?”

“You already asked that question, and I already answered it: nothing that you don’t deserve.” You huff out another laugh. “However, this time, I think I’ll elaborate. See, all of this started because you had an urge that you refused to ignore. I, on the other hand, was taught to ignore my urges. As a lady, and as royalty, one must be prim and proper at all times. One must be aware of how one is perceived. Hmm,” you think aloud for a moment, “maybe that’s why I have eyes on the back of my head.” You shrug with a laugh and a wink towards Alastor, who smirks back at you in turn, leaning on his microphone to continue to watch the show. Ombre chuckles in your ear as you continue. “So I saw the way you looked at Ellie, even when you were blind to it. I didn’t have to witness what you’d done to her. The words she said to me that day when you invited me to your home were enough for that.

“You touched her with your hands, so I tore them off of you. You looked at her with your eyes, so I gouged them from your skull and ate them. You wouldn’t listen, so I’ve torn off your ears. Next, I’m going to tear off your tiny little dick, since that was what you were thinking with when you thought it was a good idea to touch her and all the other little girls you abused. Then, I’m going to tear out your tongue for the nasty things you said to them. Lastly, I’m going to tear your limbs off your body, and then, when you’re nothing but a torso and a head, I’ll pluck it off, box it up, and mail it to your wife.”

He’s uttering out pleas that you’ve chosen to ignore and whimpers, fighting the bonds that have kept him firmly in place this whole time. You turn to Alastor, who has been watching with a rapt and delighted expression through the entirety of your little show. “Ma moitié, did your search prove fruitful in regards to the whereabouts of this filth’s pathetic little wench?”

“I’d have her here too, nostre reine, but due to an inconvenience, she is still where you last saw her.” Alastor’s face remains neutral with that unwavering smile, but you notice his ears are pressed against his skull in irritation.

“It was rather annoying not to be able to have them both for you to slaughter, our majesty.” Ombre murmurs into your ear.

“Hmm, an irritating inconvenience, but not a bother. I have friends in useful places.” You say with a smirk. “All it means is in the meantime I’ll have to make room in our freezer, and you have to promise not to eat him.”

Alastor chuckles from his place behind you as Edgar makes noises of protest that you continue to ignore. “Of course not, ma très chère, I’d never. The torso and limbs will be sufficient for Rosie’s soiree this afternoon.”

“I hadn’t heard there was a party.” You say casually as you tear open the sinner’s trousers, exposing him to the dingy lighting of the room. Edgar is bitching and moaning, but you’re still ignoring him, your ears trained on the conversation with Alastor.

“Last minute arrangement. Rosie invited us both to attend.” He tries to look aloof, but you’re not falling for it.

“A fun night to be had for all, to be sure, our majesty.” Ombre says quickly—too quickly.

You narrow the eyes on the back of your horns at him. There is more he isn’t telling. He’s usually not so tight-lipped about such things. You peel off the sinner’s shoes and then his trousers. “Is there a dress code expected for such an event? I’ll just transform mine, of course, but are you anticipating needing to change?”

“No need, bien-aimée. I am dressed for any occasion as always.” He says with a wink, and you know for a fact he’s hiding something, but decide to let it go for now, as you have a victim to torment.

“We’re not done talking about this.” You tell him with a knowing look, then, even as your gaze is still focused on Alastor, you tell the soon-to-be-corpse in front of you, “You’ve been given a generous reprieve. Now that ends.” Edgar makes more sounds of protest, words you let blend into the background as you smirk up at him. You pull on the collar of your dress and unleash The Thousand Eyes. His eyeless sockets look back at them in horror. “Oh, you remember me now, do you?” You cackle, and your tentacles shiver in the anticipation of fresh blood. “The Thousand Eyes remember you too. They’re eager to tear you apart again. We’ll start with that tiny little dick of yours, as promised.”

Your tentacles, acting on their own accord but knowing your intent, wrap around each of Edgar’s limbs and one of them around that smudge of a dick that wasn’t even half the length of your hand. Edgar inhales in a panic, and the tentacle wrapped around it tears it from him without warning. Your laughter bubbles from you, maniacal and unhinged, and you delight in the howling wails that emerge from his lips.

The tentacle holding it wiggles it in front of his eyeless sockets in amused glee. “It’s not even the length of one of my fingers. A true representation of yourself.” The tentacle drops it to the ground, but not before running it across Edgar’s mouth, his own blood painting his lips.

You laugh as a mixture of your saliva and his blood spills into his mouth and he gags, nearly hurls. You cackle louder and sneer. “Now, arms or legs first?”

“N-neither, please, j-just let me go!” He cries out and you laugh harder.

“Very well then, one of each it is!” You sing joyfully, then realize something. “Oh, but I promised your tongue next! Guess that means those were your last words!” A tentacle forces his lips apart and then into his mouth, and you feel it wrap around his tongue. You grin maniacally, then feel it pull as it removes the muscle from inside, then within the same breath, you rip his right arm and leg off at the same time.

The whimper and wail that escapes his lips is something you revel in, and you hum to yourself as you wait for him to quiet and his breathing to calm, just so you can hear it all start again. “Now the other two!” You cheer as a giggle bursts from your lips, and you see Alastor’s smile widen with amusement. Ombre rumbles against you in a purr.

The sound mirrors the first, but is somehow more pathetic, more desperate. Blood sprays from both wounds and you take a step back, preventing it from getting on your clothes. “I have a date tonight. It’d be rude of you to soil my dress, now wouldn’t it?” You raise a brow then narrow your eyes. “Any last words before I kill you? Oh, I forgot. I tore out your tongue. That’s okay. I can speak them for you. ‘I was a terrible man, Iris. Thank you for killing me again to teach me a lesson and remind me of how I should behave in Hell.’ Why you’re very welcome, Edgar. Such kind words from a man like you. I didn’t know you had it in you! That must have come from such a deep place inside. May you find comfort knowing that I’ll scar your wife with your earless, eyeless, and tongueless decapitated head.” You wait until the words sink in, until the look in those hollow cavities where eyes should be widen in panic and fear, then you lick your lips. Your tentacles wind around his neck, squeeze once, twice, and then pull.

The job is finished, and you are pleased, but you look forward to presenting this gift to his wife, to be sure. Your tentacles drop the head into your hands, and you set it in his groin as you stride over to Alastor, appendages waving at him. “Your gifts get better and better every time, ma moitié.” You tell him. “You speak nothing but the truth. I love you so impossibly much.” You kiss him deeply, then leap into his arms, knowing he will catch you, and of course, he does. You giggle girlishly, delighted in how well today has gone so far. “Marry me?” You ask as a tease, as a joke.

He nearly drops you for a second, then sets you down on your feet. You blink, confused, as he narrows his eyes at you. Where is this going? You wonder in a panic. Have I done something wrong?

“You don’t get to ask that question first.” He sighs, but you can tell that there is nothing but love and affection in that gaze of his, so you relax. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, but here we are.” What? What does he mean? What is he talking about? Then suddenly, next to the fresh corpse of your first kill, Alastor drops to one knee. You almost scream. Is this actually happening? “Iris, bien-aimée, Theia, nostre âme soeur,” he breathes out as he reaches into his pocket to pull out a ring box, “would you do me the greatest honor of being my bride?”

This time, you do scream, and tears escape all seven of the eyes on your face. You have to blink them away to even see the stunning ring he offers you as he opens the box in his hand. The stones are shaped like an eye, the band like antlers. “Yes,” you say the instant you see it, “yes, Alastor, of course I want to marry you!”

Alastor lifts the ring from the box and moves to slip it onto your finger, before Ombre, who’d been purring all this time, calls out, “Wait. It’s not ready yet, Master.” Alastor raises an eyebrow at them, but passes the ring to Ombre, who takes a small piece of themself to weave it through the antlers and curl around the edge of the eye. They pass it back to Alastor, who slips it onto your finger. “Now whenever you are wearing it, we will always know where you are. Not that it will matter too much, of course. You will always be by our side, our majesty, our fiancé.”

Tears prick your eyes again as you stare at it. “It’s perfect.” You murmur breathlessly, and kiss them each in turn, and then again. A moment of realization hits you as you break from it to breathe. “The soiree was where you were supposed to propose.” A giggle escapes you. “Rosie’s going to be livid.”

Alastor blanches, his ears pinning against his skull again. “We had an entire evening planned. She’s going to be terribly put out.”

“I’m sure she’ll be kinder to you since I’m there, ma moitié, mon fiancé.” You say as you kiss his cheek, delighting as his face colors at your words. “Besides, I’m sure she’ll be quite delighted at the sight of our fresh meat for her.”

“Always the smart one, nostre fiancé.” He murmurs against your lips, and you sigh into the kiss.

While Alastor might not have meant for his proposal to go like this, you are quite pleased with this arrangement. In your heart, in your mind, in the place where one usually had a soul, you knew it was supposed to go like this, that he’d ask you to marry him next to the corpse of the sinner that had started it all. He called you Iris; he called you Theia, and he’d asked for you to marry him. It seems that like all things that concern him, that it was always meant to be like this, that you were always meant to be theirs.

A/N:

IF ANYONE WANTS TO DRAW THE RING PLEASE DO! I'D LOVE TO SEE YOUR TAKE ON THE ENGAGEMENT RING! <3

These two are such simps for my sweet Theia (and I mean rightfully so, honestly).

Chapter 39 is the afternoon that Alastor had actually planned prior to his proposal, plus a few hiccups. Chapter 40 is a continuation in the evening, which leads him to the speech he'd scripted and some unexpected guests.

Things:

Contact Theia on Tumblr at: tumblr.com/blog/the-demon-of-a-thousand-eyes

The Demon of a Thousand Eyes Youtube playlist

The Demon of a Thousand Eyes Spotify playlist

(The Spotify playlist doesn't contain spoilers as it is for the Discord Server)

See you all in the next update! Ta for now~

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