#THE WAY I *GASPED* WAIT I HAVEN'T READ IT YET I WILL BUT HOLD ON

[blitzyn]

welcome home

leon s. kennedy x ftm!reader

request: Is it possible for you to do a Leon Kennedy x ftm reader where Leon's been away for months and it's just sweet sex? Maybe a hint of cockwarming(Leon falling asleep while still inside), loads of praise and just in general body worship stuff! - Anonymous

synopsis: leon comes back home after being months away for a mission and he's eager to feel you again

a/n -> this was actually my first time writing cunnilingus i was STRUGGLING but all in all this was exciting to do i had fun. anyways alhaitham next i haven't done him in a while. ALSO. IM SORRY I KEEP CHANGING THEMES AND USERS 💔

wc -> 2.4k

cw -> cunnilingus, fingering, praise, p in v sex, cockwarming, ftm reader - use of the word 'pussy' and 'cunt' for reader's genitalia, brief description of top surgery scars, soft leon (heart eyes), not beta read

It was silent when Leon finally made his way back home, the soft moonlight shone brightly, as if treading a path for him.

He was exhausted, wanting nothing more than to feel the warmth of your body in his arms as he held you tightly, to smell the scent of your hair, and to hear the sound of your laughter that sent butterflies to his stomach no matter how many times he's heard it.

His keys jangled loudly in the silent night as he unlocked the front door, swiftly entering the house to make his way upstairs. He knew you were asleep since the lights weren't on, as made evident by your figure covered in blankets. Slowly, he made his way closer before sitting on his side of the bed, creating a dip in the mattress. Gently, tenderly, he reached out and shook your shoulder, chuckling softly at the sight of you taking a moment to stare at him.

Your drowsy eyes lit up in instant recognition as you sat up eagerly to take him in your arms in a tight hug.

"It's good to see you again, [Name]," he said, burying his nose in your hair to breathe in your scent. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, Leon," you said, relief flooding through your veins, grateful to see him home. Reluctantly, you pulled away, watching the way his eyes darted all across your face to take in your features. "You've been gone for so long. I was so worried you'd..."

"I know, sweetheart," he muttered, cupping your cheeks to gently rub them with his thumbs. "And I'm sorry for that."

You nodded, holding onto his wrists. He took a second to gaze into your eyes before he pressed his lips against yours, cherishing the way they melded together with practiced ease. You sighed contentedly, leaning into him to deepen the kiss.

In need of air, you moved back, only for Leon to follow after you, refusing to take his lips off of you just yet.

"Hey—Leon!" You laughed, trying to tilt your head away from his onslaught of kisses. "I still need to breathe."

"Your lungs can wait," he jokingly said, chasing after your lips. You leaned back far enough to lie down, rendering you unable to resist his affection any longer. Not that you wanted to, anyway. Soon enough, he found himself on top of you, peppering kisses all over your face—on your forehead, nose, eyelids, cheeks, and lips before moving downward towards your neck.

At first, they were innocent, but when he tilted his head and sucked on the piece of flesh that pulled a moan from you, you knew then that neither of you would be getting much sleep tonight.

"Leon," you gasped out, reaching up to comb your fingers through his hair. "You just got back... Aren't you tired?"

"Honestly, yeah," he admitted, sliding his hands over your shirt to caress your waist. "But I'll be fine," he muttered against the column of your throat, pressing his lips to it for a chaste kiss before sitting up.

"The question is, are you tired?" He asked, scanning your expression for any lies you might've tried to hide. "I don't wanna push you."

You shook your head reassuringly despite having woken up not too long ago. "I'm good. Don't worry about me."

He let out an amused huff through his nose, the corners of his lips quirking up in a smirk. "No promises." He gently tugged on your shirt in a silent request to take it off, swiftly pulling it up and over your head as soon as you nodded.

"Christ, Leon, your hands are cold!" You let out a surprised yelp, arching your back in a futile attempt to get away. He only laughed, sliding his hands all over your stomach mercilessly to use your body heat to warm them up until you finally relaxed.

He leaned down again, gently biting on a spot over your collarbone as he ran his tongue over it soothingly. He moved again, kissing a trail down your sternum until he took one of your perky nipples in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth. You bit your lip, watching him toy with your chest, running his fingertips along your scars. A heat pooled in your stomach as he slid lower, finding himself slotted between your legs. He watched your face intently, burying his thumbs underneath the waistband of your pants to slowly pull them off upon finding no disapproval from you, his breath hitching at the sight of your cunt.

"Fuck..." He whispered, blowing a teasing puff of air onto your clit, lips quirking up when you shivered. "Missed you and this pretty pussy," he groaned, hiking your thighs up and over his shoulders. Electricity shot down your spine when he looked up at you and gave it a quick kiss before encasing his lips around it, sucking gently.

You sighed, reaching down to comb your fingers through his hair. He hummed in response, curling his arms around your thighs to keep your legs open, squeezing the swell of them with his calloused hands. He moved down to give your pussy a long lick from your hole all the way back up to your clit and down again, savoring the taste of your juices on his tongue. He looked up through his lashes to gauge your reaction, feeling his cock throb in his pants as he softly ground his hips against the mattress.

You let out a moan when he pressed his face firmly against your cunt, eagerly sucking and flicking his tongue up and down your clit. Pressing your heels against his back, you rocked your hips, tightening your hold on his hair as you tugged on the strands.

He let go of one of your thighs, pressing two of his fingers against your hole, swiping upwards to gather some of your wetness before pushing them inside, groaning against your nub when you clenched around them. He curled them, searching for that one spot inside you that'll have you cumming in no time.

A subtle grin lifted his face when he saw you jerk, legs twitching, before diving back down to your clit. He was gentle but relentless at the same time—a blend that had you reeling for more.

"Fuck, Leon," you moaned, squirming. Your belly heaved as you looked down with half-lidded eyes, meeting his.

"That's it, baby," he muttered against your skin, giving it a harsh suck. "Moan my name just like that."

He pulled away slowly, his lips and chin glistening with your juices as he raised his free arm to drape it across your hip and inner thigh. The fingers inside you stopped, pressing against your G-spot while his other hand spread your pussy lips. Leaning over your crotch, he spat on your swollen clit before rubbing it in tight circles with his thumb. You shuddered, tightening around his fingers as his saliva mixed in with your fluids.

"You taste so fucking good," he mumbled, licking his lips. He began moving his hand again as he stared up at you with heat evident in his eyes, watching you toss your head back in ecstasy. "I could stay here for hours."

He curled and crooked his fingers, listening to the sounds of your sopping pussy around him, squeezing and trying to suck him back in whenever he moved away. "You're so wet f'me... This how much you missed me?"

"Uh-huh." You groggily nodded, rocking your hips against him. Your cunt throbbed—you were sure he could feel it—with the need to cum, legs writhing just a little bit more. You bit your lip, whining and gasping as you tensed, inadvertently trying to close your thighs around his head.

"No, don't do that," he said, taking his hand off your pulsing clit to hold one thigh open while his tricep kept your other one down. His arm ran across your lower abdomen, gently bobbing up and down with every labored breath you took. "Keep your legs open... Let me watch you cum 'round my fingers."

You could only nod, utterly drawn to the rasp of his voice and the undeniable authority in his tone. You whined when he latched back onto your sensitive clit, flicking his tongue up and down, eager to make you orgasm.

"That's it, baby," he muttered, giving your nub a firm suck. "You're so close... C'mon, give it to me." He groaned, grinding harder against the mattress as he moved faster, pushed deeper, until finally, you came around him with a loud moan.

"There we go..." He nearly came in his pants as he curled his fingers into the special spot inside you, helping you ride out your orgasm. "You did so good, sweetheart. Missed watching you do that for me." Sighing, he sat back up and pulled his fingers out of you to lick them clean, staring straight into your eyes.

With a grunt, he flopped beside you, turning your body so your back was flush against his chest as he ran his hands along the side of your thigh. His painfully hard cock was pressed against your ass, grinding against you leisurely.

"You wanna go all the way?" He questioned against your ear, his hot breath fanning against the shell of it to bring shivers down your spine. Even when the throbbing between your legs hadn't subsided yet, you couldn't find the need to decline.

"Thanks, baby," he said. You could hear the faint smile in his voice as he shifted around behind you, listening to the sound of rustling fabric and the jangling of his belt buckle. He tossed his pants to the floor haphazardly before swiftly pulling his cock out of his boxers. It throbbed fervently, leaking with precum and leaving your skin slick when he dragged it along the inside of your thighs.

He grit his teeth as he rubbed the shaft of his dick against your pussy, mouthing at the back of your neck before he slowly pushed his way inside you again. The two of you let out satisfied noises, savoring the way he stretched you out so perfectly.

"You're so tight..." his voice was strained as he spoke through gritted teeth, roaming his hands along your body. "You were made to take my cock like this, huh?"

"Mhm," you signed contentedly, eyelids fluttering shut. "Couldn't touch myself without you here."

"Poor boy," Leon teased breathlessly, snaking an arm under you to toy with your nipples, ghosting the tips of his fingers along your top surgery scars every so often. His free hand moved down to rest on your belly, gently pressing down to feel himself thrusting inside you. It was far too late at night to do anything intensive, but both of you were satisfied with just soaking in each other's presence. He held you close to him, whispering those sweet words that you've been aching to hear ever since he had to leave for his mission.

He was already on the verge of cumming just by eating you out, and it was no secret to either of you with the way he twitched and throbbed. He spent countless nights fucking his fist trying to imagine it was you, but his calloused hand could never compare to your soft and warm cunt.

"Fuuuck..." Leon drawled out, fucking you a bit faster. "I'm so close..."

"Already?" You laughed quietly, hissing when he pulled about halfway only to ram himself back inside in response before resuming his relaxed pace. "Okay! Sorry, sorry."

You bit your lip and let out a pleased sound when his free hand shifted itself to pat your clit before massaging it, lifting your own arm back to run your fingers through his hair again. You turned your head, connecting your lips with his passionately. You moaned into his mouth when your sensitivity from earlier began pooling in your abdomen again, earning a beautiful groan from the man behind you when you tightened reflexively.

Breaking away, you lazily pushed against him in sync with his thrusts, eyebrows furrowing in concentration when you could feel the heat burning brighter in your stomach.

"Fuck... That's it, sweetheart," he panted, tugging you closer, fucking you just a bit harder. "Cum for me again. Please, pretty boy, I wanna feel you cum." He rubbed your clit with just the right amount of pressure, brushing up against your G-spot with every thrust. He sucked and licked and kissed the skin of your neck, littering it with hickeys and shallow bites.

"Shit, Leon, 'm gonna... gonna cum again," you gasped, your hips jerking. You could feel him nod in response, but he was in no rush to get you to orgasm. He maintained the pace until he felt you squeeze tight around him and let out a loud moan, your body tensing and convulsing for a moment. The sight and feeling of you cumming sent him right over the edge as he swiftly pulled out with a wet squelch, pressing your thighs around his slick cock to fuck the plush flesh.

With an audible groan, milky white ropes of cum spurt out of the tip of his cock, landing on your skin and the bedsheets in front of you. He pressed himself flush against your body until his cock stopped throbbing and jerking before finally relaxing with a satisfied sigh.

"That was so good, [Name]," Leon praised, nuzzling into the back of your neck. "You did amazing. Like always."

"I know," you responded swiftly, feigning arrogance. But you could hardly keep up the facade, softly laughing at yourself. "But you did amazing, too."

"I know," he parroted playfully, giving you a quick kiss to the nape of your neck when he suddenly shifted to push his softening cock back inside your hole. He caressed you reassuringly when he felt you tense, explaining that he wasn't going to move. Not too much, at least.

"Now go back to sleep," he instructed, exhaustion taking root in his voice as he pulled the covers over your spent bodies. He wrapped his strong arms around you in a comforting embrace, listening to the sound of your soft breathing. "We'll clean up tomorrow."

You rolled your eyes with an exasperated huff through your nose. "Fine." Your eyes fluttered shut, feeling your body relax. "Goodnight. I love you."

"I love you, too."

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[byuntrash101]

boys like you

dom!reader x sub!felix

smut | mdni

2.2k

the first try was a test run but this time you promised to show felix what girls like you really do to boys like him. sequel to girls like me but can be read as a stand alone

nsfw tags under the cut

nerdsub!felix is too cute he just wants to be the goodest boy </3, dom!reader, felix's freckles ♡ (again), pet names (good boy, babyboy), slight degradation, slight humilation, oral (m), rimming, overstim, multiple orgasms (m), unprotected sex (uh naur), creampie, praising, handjob, corruption kink, edging, begging, facial (m)

a/n: i totally did not take months to publish part 2. anyways this is the final part i hope you enjoy <3 dont hesitate to tell me <3

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Felix just couldn’t sleep. After that encounter in the library he kept thinking about you. He kept thinking of how his body reacted to every single touch. And to think after your last class tomorrow you were going to come back to his dorm with him… 

He turned on his stomach, trying to ignore the way his hardened cock rubbed on the mattress. He just needed some sleep, that's all.

At first Felix was scared things would be awkward, but they weren’t at all. You just put him at ease and he thought his heart was going to fall out of his chest when you suddenly held his hand while walking from the campus to his dorm.

You briefly greeted his roommates while he offered you something to drink. You chatted lightheartedly with Christopher from your microorganism study class and recognized Seungmin that was hanging out in the library a lot too. But that didn’t last long because to be honest you were just eager to get Felix all alone, all to yourself. 

When he took you to his bedroom and closed the door behind himself he turned around and was already blushing.

“Well” his deep voice spoke just above a whisper. “That’s my room” he leaned his back against the door and looked back at you so coyly, the tip of his ears already taking on an adorable pink hue.

You waited for this for so long, you didn’t have it in you to hold back anymore. You walked to him and placed both your hands flat on the door at each side of him. By reflex Felix stiffened his back against the cold door, holding his breath as you caged him in.

“You’re already so flustered and I haven't even laid a single finger on you yet” you whispered against the thin skin of his neck as he tilted his head up, allowing you access to him. You licked along his sharp jaw and felt his throat vibrate as he let out a deep hum of satisfaction.

Your hand firmly wrapped around his waist, making him gasp. You took advantage of this to crash your lips on his. Slipping your tongue past his lips as your other hand wrapped around his neck, your thumb prying his jaw open.

He moaned into your mouth as you pressed your hips against his, your grip on his waist, tightening, bruising his sensitive skin.  You felt his already hard and throbbing cock press against your lower stomach and you pushed your thigh between his legs. Felix moaned again, a deep rumble hitting you right in the chest. He couldn’t have been happier, immediately, without even much thinking he welcomed the new found pleasure as he rubbed himself against your thigh. You smirked against his lips. Yearning for more friction, he wanted you so bad. He wanted to feel you, he wanted more, more of you. But you stepped back. He couldn’t help but whine.

“Fuck, you’re already this hard from a simple little kiss” You grabbed onto his balls, lightly squeezing them which made him suck in a deep shaky breath and squint his eyes shut.

“An eager little whore, aren’t we?” you asked, tilting your face in adoration as you observed him peel one eye open and his freckled cheeks flushed red. “Say it” you ordered.

You squeezed harder when he didn’t respond quick enough. His jaw fell open.

“F-fuck” he whispered under his breath. “I-I’m an eager little whore” he finally let out. Already he felt like he could cum just from the sheer humiliation he was feeling, shame and arousal bubbling in his guts and mixing until indiscernible. 

You smirked when you noticed his dick twitch, you were still testing the waters here but you were pleased to discover elite student Lee Felix enjoyed a little pain and humiliation. 

You let go of his sack to bring your hand over his clothed hard on. Palming it very lightly. It took Felix everything he had not to grind against you again.

“You know I'm not holding back today, right love?” you whispered into his ear. The pet name sent a myriad of butterflies in his stomach.

“Y-yes” he said, holding his breath, as he let his hips jerk one single time unintentionally out of reflex.

“I’m gonna ruin you for anybody else” you growled in his ear. 

“Yes, yes please” he answered. “I don’t want anybody else” he said, his deep voice cracking.

“Good boy” you praised applying more pressure as a reward which made him moan. “Strip for me and lay on the bed.”

In a split second Felix was completely nude laid down on the bed for you. His red and swollen cock laying flat on his stomach and leaking precum onto his abs. The sight of him obediently waiting for you made your cunt pulse. 

“Spread your legs, babyboy” you ordered as you also slipped out of your clothes, abandoning them without a care on the carpeted floor. You felt your heartbeat stutter as you spotted Felix’s hole.

You found your spot between his legs, wrapping your arms under his thighs and your palms pushing his hips down. 

“You’re already so wet for me” you said, swiping your tongue on his slit as he arched his back. The salty taste was absolutely divine. You took him past your lips, your tongue focussing on the sensitive head. 

Felix couldn’t believe his eyes. He couldn’t believe your beautiful face was currently taking his cock. His dick disappearing behind your lips, just before reappearing covered in your spit. Fuck he wanted this to never ever end.

“Fuck” he gasped as you sucked him harder hollowing your cheeks and looking up at his flushed face, his freckles almost erased by the tomato red tint spread across his cheeks and nose. 

When you felt him dangerously twitch you popped him out of your mouth in a lewd wet sound. He wanted to whimper at the loss of your lips around him but was cut with a gasp when you pulled on his hips, lifting them in the air. Felix found himself in a very precarious situation where his body weight was resting on his upper back and his legs were spread in the air.

You wrapped your arm around his waist and started to pump around his cock. Resting his lower back against your chest and spreading his ass cheeks with your other hand. You found yourself face to face with his blinking eager little hole. You immediately delved in, swirling your tongue around his rim. Felix started to moan, this time it was more high pitched.

You gave him a couple licks as you lazily pumped around his hard cock now dripping precum onto Felix’s chest and neck due to the position.

Then you pushed one finger in. The reaction was everything you had hoped for. The lewdest, most sinful sound you ever heard escaped Felix's lips. 

“Like that baby?” you asked as you curled your finger right into the blonde’s prostate. 

“Yesss!!! Oh my god” he choked. 

It was the very first time he was fingered and he never suspected it could feel this good. He had to cover his mouth with the back of his hand trying to muffle his moans as you started to come and go inside his tight little ass.

“Don’t cover your mouth, baby” you whispered, planting a kiss on his inner thigh. “I want Chris and Seungmin to hear how much of a good little slut you are for me” you sunk your teeth into the soft fleshy muscle as Felix obediently laid back his hand at his side.

You slipped another finger in and Felix couldn’t help but to scream in bliss, sure that this time his roommates had heard him. But he couldn’t help himself at the way you were deliciously spreading him open, loosening his tight little hole while you started pumping around his cock a little faster. Felix was seeing stars.

“Yes fucking scream for me” you said swirling your tongue around your fingers adding yet an other layer of pleasure to Felix.

You kept on harassing his sweet spot and cock head until his legs were trembling.

“C-Can I cum?” he asked, already about to burst. 

“Hold it in a little longer for me okay?” you asked, looking down at him. He whined, as his vision turned blurry.

He knew he was already too far gone. He wouldn’t be able to hold on unless you completely stopped. 

“I c-can’t” he said through gritted teeth, fisting the sheets beside his face and trying his best not to cum.

He was so cute, chest as flushed as the tip of his cock, eyes glazed over. You could tell he was doing his absolute maximum to be obedient and keep it in but truth is. You wanted him to fail.

You started to pump your fingers in and out faster and held onto his cock tighter, setting him for failure as he came undone. 

“I’m sorry” he cried.

You felt his hole flutter open and clenching down on your fingers as he reached his peak. You angled his cock right at his face as large ropes of hot cum came crashing down on his face as he chanted “sorry sorry sorry” squirts after squirts of thick cum splashing on his freckled cheeks and his half open lips, mumbling apologies.

You slowed down the pace allowing him to ride off his high. Squeezing the last drops of cum right out of his tip and licking your fingers clean of the remnants.

You let go of him and his legs fall back in front of him while his red chest heaved up and down. 

“You really can’t listen to simple orders can you now?” you grabbed him by the neck, straddling him, the harsh gesture pulled him down from his high.

“I’m s-sorry. I-I really tried” he panted “It just felt too good I couldn’t-” 

“Shut up!” you said, squeezing around his neck, Felix’s jaw automatically went lax, his beautiful brown eyes rolling to the back of his head. 

Before his dick went limp you grabbed it at the base and aimed it at your entrance. Felix shuddered when he felt his sensitive tip rub against your dripping heat. You sunk down your hips on him, he couldn't help but to mewl so pathetically as he shook under you from overstimulation.

You smirked, knowing the torture had just begun for him.

With all of this teasing you found yourself just as eager for release and since you didn’t have one ounce of mercy left in you you decided to set the killing pace right from the get go.

You moan in bliss at how full you felt, Felix’s pretty cock perfectly fitting inside you. You sighed as the familiar knot tightened in the pit of your stomach, the sounds of skin clashing against skin bouncing off the thin walls of the dorm bedroom.

Felix on the other hand felt like his body was going up in flames, large beads of sweat running down his temples and wetting the pillow he was currently fisting, trying his best not to let his hands fly to your waist to stop their relentless back and forth. He could help but to scream at the overstimulation, the forced pleasure transforming into torture.

“I’m almost there, sweet babyboy” you moaned, smiling fondly at the blonde’s face distorted with pain and pleasure. “You’re gonna be a good boy and let me use you until I cum?” you questioned as you had one hand on his chest, helping you keep your balance as you smashed your hips down just to reel them back up again.

“Yesssss!!!” Felix agreed, nodding his head enthusiastically, his eyebrows meeting on his forehead. “Please please please use me” he begged. Those words were costing him his sanity but he didn’t care. He only wanted to be good to you. Be good for you. To please you. In this moment he felt like it was his only purpose. He was born for this. Born to feel the strangulating clenches of your sweet dripping cunt around his cock, reduced to a mere toy for your pleasure. That’s what he wanted to be for you.

“You’re my toy” you said, seeming to have read his mind, raspy voice lowering.

Felix needed nothing more to cum a second time. This time the climax ripped through his entire body sending his soul ablaze as he delivered his seed inside you. You followed right after continuing your coming and going and fucking his cum deeper into your pulsating pussy. Soon your movements became sloppy, unable to maintain the pace as you also reach your peak, heat overflowing your body and mind as you slipped into a trance.

You crashed next to felix. You turned your face to see him looking completely at peace with himself, his lips parted and taking breaths, the blonde fringe stuck to his sweaty forehead.

You caressed his cheeks with the back of your hand and he immediately pressed his face against you.

“You did so well for me, my baby” you praised. “my pretty babyboy” you said fondly pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Give me 15 minutes and I promise this time I’ll be even better for you”

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a/n: im going brrr brrr for sub!lix he's just so cute like i cant! i hope you enjoyed. dont hesitate to tell me if you did. my asks are open always <3

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[jiyansthesis]

okay.. can i ask for leon cockwarming you????11&2×*×* as a punishment? I SAW THAT ONE POST THAT LEON WOULD DO THAT THINKING ABOUT IT MAKES ME WANT TO READ ONE

YOU ASKED FOR IT

LEON KENNEDY (re4) x reader

note — I GOT TO THIS REQUEST SO LATE. i don't think i've read the post of him doing that but whoever wrote it is doing a service to everyone in the world. i don't know what game leon you want me to write about so i'll do re4make (i'm holding myself back from making it id leon). + i suck at writing punishment smut especially w this type of punishment.

tags — nsfw, porn w a hint of plot, badly written smut, slight praise, teasing, fem bodied reader, cockwarming obviously, use of pretty girl and baby

i am not responsible for any minors interacting w this post - nsfw under the cut

not proofread.

"le-mmph, leon, wait," you tried prying away the hand that was currently in between your thighs, his fingers teasing your sopping cunt.

"hm?" he hummed. "what, you want me to stop?"

you shook your head quickly. "just slow down," you mumbled out. you didn't want carlos to hear, who was downstairs sleeping, staying over since he was too drunk to drive home from the bar.

"i haven't even done anything yet, and you already want me to slow down?" he cooed. his free hand trailed up and down your thigh, sending shivers down your spine.

your clothes had been discarded on the floor as soon as the two of you had made it to your room, leon still in his fitted shirt that had you staring at him longer than usual.

"you can tell me to slow down, but you can't tell carlos to keep his hands to himself?" he questioned, his hand making his way from your thigh to your chin, turning your head to face him.

"we were just talking," you struggled to get out as leon momentarily slid a finger in you, curling it before stopping.

"just talking? did you see the way he looked at you? i bet he was wishing that he was in my spot right now."

now that you really thought about it, you realized how many times he left lingering touches on the small of your back and arm, eyeing you up and down in your satin dress.

"i don't want him, i want you," you whimpered out.

"well, is that what he thinks? he probably thinks that he can get you in his bed in no time." leon furrowed his eyebrows, a shadow cast over his eyes. "i guess i'll just have to make it obvious you're mine."

he pressed your body closer to his, and buried his face in your neck, nipping at you. he finally resumed moving his fingers in and out of your cunt and a rapid pace, causing you to claw at his back.

the sound of squelching mixed with your moans and gasps had leon holding back from just outright fucking you right then and there. "let it all out baby." he praised.

"you gonna cum for me sweetheart? you gonna be loud enough so carlos can hear who you belong to?" he curled his fingers up to that certain spongey spot which led you to buck your hips up and throw your head back.

"answer me," he prodded at your g-spot, and you muffled a moan.

"y-yes leon," you stammered out.

"you want my fingers or my cock?" leon smirked as you whined when he stopped moving his fingers.

"wan' you in me." your hips grinded against his hand, which he quickly drew away to unbuckle his jeans, which he looked uncomfortably tight in, the tent obvious.

he chuckled at you clenching around nothing, and slowly he slowly pushed himself in your entrance, letting out a drawn out groan. you arched your back as leon gathered both of your wrists into his grip and held them above your head. you struggled for a bit before remembering the strength difference.

"you wanna touch me?" he teased.

you nodded, lips parted and eyes half lidded.

"mm, alright," he let your hands drop down, and you wrapped your hands around his waist, expecting him to start his typical brutal pace, but instead, he flipped you around so you were on top, as if you were about to ride him.

that's what you thought, lifting your hips up, only for leon to grip your hips with bruising strength and slam you back down, you letting out a surprised moan.

"didn't you want to go slow, baby?" he traced shapes along your hipbone and lower thigh. "you think i'd just fuck you and it'd be over?"

"please, leon, please," your voice cracked as you begged for him to let you move

"i love listening to you beg, pretty girl, but don't you think it'd be a reward? i don't think you deserve a reward." he shook his head.

you whined, moving around as much as you could, which was pretty little with his big, strong hands holding you down.

"how about this. you don't move until i say you can, and i'll do whatever you want me to do for you, alright baby?" you knew that either you agreed and get what you wanted, or disagree and he'd still make you do it and you wouldn't get anything in the end.

"fine," you said, lying down on his chest, leon loosening his hold on you.

you were trying so hard not to move, but you couldn't stop yourself from trembling and tightening around his thick cock. occasionally you'd slightly grind down on him, and you knew this wasn't going unnoticed.

"do that one more time, and i'll make sure you don't get to cum for the rest of this month," he threatened, and you felt his fingers slowly dig into your skin. you were definitely bruising after this.

it felt like hours passed. you didn't know how leon wasn't pressing your legs up against your chest and fucking the shit out of you, but he seemed relaxed. especially compared to you, tense and squirming around.

"something wrong?" he raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"want you to fuck me so bad," you murmured against his chest.

"hmm," he pretended to think. "maybe."

you pouted, eyes tearing up from not getting the pleasure that you want so bad.

"is my pretty girl about to cry? aww," he mocked you, the sweet voice he had shadowing the teasing nature of the sentence. you felt your slick pool at the base of his crotch.

"i should make it more obvious that you're mine, so you won't have to go through this again, huh? you don't want to get punished again, right princess?"

"yes, yes. just please, can you please fuck me," you pleaded, hands scrambling to the top of his shoulders.

"if i fuck you, I wanna hear my name come out of those pretty lips of yours, baby. let carlos know what he doesn't get to have."

#x reader #LEON IS SO FUCKING FINE #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #re4 remake #re4make #re4remake #leon x reader #leon x reader smut #resident evil 4 leon #resident evil 4 #resident evil #re4 leon #re4 leon x reader #infinite darkness #re2make #re2 x reader #re4 x reader #resident evil x reader #re6 leon #re6 x reader #re damnation #leon kennedy x reader smut

[george-weasleys-girl]

Hi! Could you write something for George. I read the prompt list and "Have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it." Caught my eye.

I intended to drop this a couple of hours ago, but life intervened. I haven't proofread it yet.🙂

Sweet Beginnings

Warnings: smut, oral(female receiving), p in v sex, cursing

Summary: George's girlfriend asks him to take her virginity for her 21st birthday

18+only

"Don't be nervous, sweetheart," George's fingers traced her jawline. "We'll go at your speed. And if you say stop, we stop."

Y/N gave a shaky smile. Of her circle of friends, she was the late bloomer. Until she met George, she'd just never been comfortable enough with anyone to go beyond some heavy petting. So, when she told him what she wanted for her 21st birthday, he had to sit down.

"Are you sure?" He asked. "You know I'm willing to wait."

"I know." And she did know. Every relationship she'd been in fell apart at around two to three months because of her reticence. But, she and George had been dating for almost seven months, and if anything, their relationship was getting stronger.

That's why she was standing here, letting George undress her. Her dress lay in a puddle on the floor as he trailed soft kisses down her neck, his hands unclasping her bra with the deftness of someone who has done this many times before.

Once her bra had joined her dress, George stood back, admiring her. "So lovely," he mummered. "You have the prettiest tits I've ever seen." He reached out his hand but stopped just short of touching her. "May I?" He asked. Y/N bit her lip and nodded. His soft touch sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. "Feel good?" he smiled, rolling his thumb around her nipple.

"Uh huh," she nodded again and gasped when he took her other breast in hand, first massaging it and then placing his mouth over it, licking and gently sucking the nipple. He nipped it just a little with his teeth, and a small moan escaped her lips that went straight to his already hard cock. It throbbed painfully in protest to being ignored, precum now flowing freely from the tip, expanding the wet spot on his boxers. George wanted so desperately to take her then and there, pounding into her until they were both shaking in pleasure.

But this was not the time for that. Tonight was all about her.

He moved downward slowly, leaving light kisses all the way down to her belly button.

Y/N closed her eyes, letting the sensations overtake her. She had no idea that she could feel so much ecstasy, and they had barely begun. Her swollen clit pulsed at the thought of what it will feel like when he's inside her.

"Fuck, George," she moaned.

He grinned against her skin and slowly stood up, letting his tongue trail up her torso as he went, drawing out more sweet sounds from her.

"It's no fair that you're topless and I'm not," he said, removing his shirt.

Y/N had seen him without a shirt before. But it was different now. His flushed chest rose and fell with excitement, and his rock-hard nipples looked absolutely delicious. A sudden boldness overtook her, and she raised her hands to his chest, mirroring his earlier ministrations. A low groan fell from his lips, encouraging her to lower lips to his chest, her tongue twirling little circles around his areola.

"Damn baby. Are you sure you haven't done this before?" He half moaned/half chuckled, raising her back up to face him and then guiding her to the bed. His hands slid down the length of her body, his fingers hooking her lacy panties, pulling them down and letting them fall to the floor.

George slid his hand between her folds as he lowered her down. He didn't think he could get any harder, but he was wrong. Y/N was dripping wet, and the moan that escaped her lips damn near sent him over the edge.

"Can I taste you, love?" He asked.

"Please," she opened herself wider.

George didn't hold back, burying his face in her pulsing heat. His tongue probed deep, lapping up her juice, as his thumb worked magic on her clit. Her moans filled the room and he ground his pleading cock into the mattress earning himself a brief moment of relief as his tongue moved upward to replace his thumb.

"Oh fuck, George!" She arched her back and curled her fingers into his hair, holding him in place. Knowing she wouldn't last much longer, he kitten-licked her sensitive nub a few seconds longer before pulling back.

"Can I slide a finger inside?"

"Y-yes, please," she begged, thrusting her hips up.

"Your wish is my command, my lady," he grinned and slid his finger deep inside her, his eyes locked onto her as pleasure overtook her as he slowly fucked her with his finger. It was then that the true force of the moment hit him. He was the first. The first to see her like this, the first to taste her, the first to hear her sweet moans, the first to penetrate her.

Godric, she was beautiful. And she was his, wholly and completely.

Sliding a second finger in, he continued to finger-fuck her as he lowered himself back down to bring her to completion.

It took only seconds to tip her over the edge. He sat up grinning and ran his tongue along his lips, gathering up every last bit of her climax.

"Georgie, that was amazing... " she looked down at the twitching bulge still trapped inside his pants. "But what about you?"

"Oh sweetheart, this was all about you," he gave her a gentle kiss. "Besides, that was just the set-up. Now it's time for the main event." He stood and began unbuttoning his trousers.

Y/N gulped. She'd fantasized about her boyfriend's cock many times, and she always imagined it would be quite filling. But seeing it now, standing at attention inches away from her, she began to doubt that would actually fit.

George noticed the shift. "Baby, is everything ok?"

Her eyes remained locked on his erect member. "I... um... " she stammered.

"It's alright, love, if you're not ready."

"It's not that. It's well..." Y/N searched for the right way to phrase it. "Will it fit?" She finally blurted out.

"Oh!" He looked down at himself. Previous girlfriends had praised him for his size. So, it never occurred to him to think how Y/N would view it, being a virgin. "I didn't think..." he began. "Are you sure you’re ready for this?" He asked again. "There are other things we can do."

"No," she shook her head. "I want to do this. I just... I need to take it slow."

He cupped her cheek in his hand. "As slow as you need."

Y/N nodded and lay back. George lined himself up and rubbed her still swollen clit with his thumb. "Have a little trust in yourself," he smiled down at her. "I know you can take it."

She returned his smile, his assurance bringing he a small bit of confidence. "Okay, I'm ready."

George pushed forward slowly, continuing to work her clit, hoping the pleasure would subdue some of the pain. "Still ok?" He asked once the tip was fully in.

"Keep going. Please."

He nodded, his full focus riveted on her, as he pushed himself further in, a soft groan escaping his lips.

Y/N watched him enter her, his thumb working faster as he got deeper. She bit her lip against the pain. Or maybe it was in pleasure.

He bottomed out and stopped, watching her expression. She gave him a small smile. "I just need a minute to... get used to it."

"Take all the time you need," he said gently. "We have all night."

After several seconds, the pain subsided. "Ok. I think I'm ready."

He started slow, and the pain returned. Sharp, but short-lived, leaving only desire and need. "Faster," she begged, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Fuck baby, you feel like heaven," he groaned in her ear. "I'm not going to last long."

"Neither am I." She gasped, her orgasm already building again.

The ecstasy in her voice combined with the rhythmic pulsing of her sweet cunt around him sent jolts of pleasure through him. He threw his head back, groaning in time with her pulses. It only took a few more strokes to push him over the edge. With a long, guttural moan, he emptied himself deep inside her.

The sight of him falling apart and the feel of his cock pulsing as he filled her to the brim sent her tumbling after him.

"Are you ok?" He asked. They lay side by side facing each other.

"Better than ok," she smiled. "That was incredible. When can we do it again?"

George waggled his eyebrows and pulled her closer. "I love the way you think, darling."

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[jellieland]

Bdubs is more than familiar with the sound of a ticking clock. Oh BOY does he know the sound of a ticking clock. He has experience, you know.

It's a little different, though, when it's His Clock.

It looks just like the other clocks he has. Just like the first clock he had.

But the face, instead of showing when night turns to day, shows a number that is slowly getting smaller.

And it ticks very loudly.

No one else seems to hear it, though.

They have just started to get set up on the rocky mountain that they haven't come up with a proper name for yet when he asks Scar and Cleo about theirs.

"No no no, clocks are your thing Bdubs." Scar says airily. "I do other things. Like have monopolies and enchanting tables and things like that."

Cleo sighs. "Scar, have you really not looked at your clock yet?" At his confused face, they give him a long-suffering look. "It should be in your pocket."

Scar puts a hand in his pocket and pulls something out, looking delighted. "Wait, I get one too?" He holds it up and peers at it. "Oh, and I don't even have to read any numbers on it! Wow, this'll probably be useful at some point." He looks thoughtful. "I wonder if I could try to sell it to someone?"

"Well??" Asks Bdubs impatiently. "Are you gonna show us or not?"

"Oh yes, of course!" Scar holds it up.

It's different.

It's a very ornate hourglass, with some pieces set into it that look to Bdubs like gold. There is no number to read. No ticking to be heard. The sand drains steadily from top to bottom, falling resolutely one way even as Scar tilts it until it's horizontal, which he looks a bit disappointed about.

"That looks real fancy." Scar gets a thoughtful expression on his face. "I wonder if I could get the sand out if we need some to make something?"

"You are not using the sand of your life in a crafting recipe." Cleo says, which is a shame because Bdubs really wanted to see him try it.

Cleo squints at the hourglass, and points to the gold inlay. "Scar," They say, in a tone that suggests they know the answer to the question they're about to ask, "Is that pyrite?"

Scar and Bdubs exchange glances, and shrug.

"Pyrite?" At the blank looks, she continues. "You know. Fools gold?"

"Cleo!" Scar gasps, apparently deeply offended. "How could you say such a thing!"

"Ah yes!" Says Bdubs. "Fools gold. I knew it was that as soon as I laid eyes on it, of course. Only a fool would think otherwise!"

"Scar, I'm not saying that-" She pauses, and seems to consider. "No, you know what, nevermind." She turns to look at Bdubs, and raises an eyebrow. "And you did, did you?"

"Um. Anyway!" He says hurriedly. "What about your clock, Cleo?"

She looks at him for a moment longer, laughs slightly, and shrugs. "Yeah alright." She pulls out something that looks sort of like a stopwatch.

They present it to Scar and Bdubs.

The number ticks down.

"Nothing too fancy." They say. "Although apparently whoever's in charge of these likes to think they're funny." They flip it over. There's an inscription on the back.

"Memento Mori." He reads.

She smirks. "Remember you must die."

Maybe it's his imagination, but Bdubs could swear that he hears his clock tick a little louder.

Scar frowns. "Why is that-" He appears to abruptly remember Cleo's undead nature. "-ohhhhh. Riiiiight."

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When he is chosen, it is really quite familiar.

The ticking is so loud that he can barely hear anyone else at all, until he sinks his axe into someone's back.

That's familiar too.

#limited life smp #limited life spoilers #bdoubleo100 #goodtimeswithscar #zombiecleo #my writing

[wzy3ka]

| Childhood best friend✧˖*°࿐Y.JW (양정원)

Pairing✧.* Childhood best friend!Jungwon x fem reader

Word count✧.* -1.6k-

Contains✧.* kisses, fluff and a little bit of angst that’s all

context: No content just read and enjoy!

"Jungwon is coming as well?" You ask your mother while she washes the dishes and she nods, making you smile.

"He said he will if you're here." The way she says it makes you almost laugh. Jungwon has always hated friend reunions, but it seems he suddenly is a big fan of it if you're present.

You've been out of town for a while because of university, but now that it's summer vacation, you're back for one or two months.

"I actually miss him. It's been a while." You admit. You had a crush on Jungwon when you were young, but because you had gone out of town, you slowly forgot about it the more time you spent along with the new people you met there.

But deep down, he's always been there. You spent half of your life being his best friend, it's hard to just forget about him and the little crush that came back the moment you arrived in town.

"He misses you too. His grandmother said he still has the bracelet you gave him."

You gasp. "Wait, really?" The bracelet was one you made him two years ago. He promised he would never take it off but you thought that at some point he'll take it off and forget about it.

You also believed that by the time you came back, he would already have a girlfriend. It seems you were wrong.

"You haven't moved on, have you?"

Your mother's voice brings you back to reality and you blink at her, surprised. "I can tell you didn't."

You can't really hide anything from your mother, but you're afraid she'd be too excited and end up telling Jungwon's grandmother about it. His parents passed away when he was a child and ended up living with his grandmother, so the two of them are the closest.

"I don't think I have, but I don't want to ruin our friendship. So don't say a word."

"Don't try to silence your feelings, sweetheart."

You end up in silence while you prepare food for the event. Her words replay in the back of your mind but you tell yourself it's better if you don't talk about it.

Time passes and you're standing in front of the mirror, the short sage green satin dress hugging your figure. You don't feel that comfortable in it because of how much skin is exposed, but you're willing to try something different.

You've grown up. You're not the same little girl that used to play with Jungwon anymore. And neither is he the same boy.

His features are more defined now, his shoulders broader and jawline sharper. In other words, he's hotter and more attractive and he's just your type. Someone who looks like he'd break your heart but has a heart of gold.

The event takes place in your backyard and you set everything in place before your friends and family arrive.

"Y/N?" A foreign yet familiar voice calls and when you turn around, it's Jake. You widen your eyes when he approaches you with a big smile on his face. "It's you."

Jake was Jungwon's friend, and you got to know him through Jungwon. He spent most of the time in Seattle with his family and spent the summer vacation in town with you. He used to bring gifts and the three of you used to spend the night in empty playgrounds with you sitting on the swing and the boys protecting you like you're their princess.

It's a nice memory that makes your heart warm. You wrap your arms around his neck and he holds your waist, making you hold your breath. His hands are big and strong, making you feel small in comparison. But it's a comforting feeling, like you're being protected by someone you trust.

"I missed you." You mutter, his grip tightening gently around your waist.

His eyes crinkle in the corner when he smiles at you. "I missed you too. It's been a long while."

"Your father said you're the new CEO."

He nods. "Yeah, I took over the company a few months ago. It's a lot of work but I'm having fun."

"Look at you, all grown up and successful." You smile. It feels very nice to see one of your closest friends being successful and happy.

You're smiling while chatting with Jake, but when you spot him in the corner of your eye, you freeze. He's staring at you, his eyes filled with something you can't quite decipher.

You feel nervousness and excitement flutter in your stomach.

It's been a while since you've seen him, you're not quite sure how to act around him anymore.

He approaches you, his eyes going up and down as he checks you up and you see his Adam's apple bob.

Your heart races as he stops in front of you. His gaze is intense, making you feel exposed and vulnerable. You can't help but blush under his scrutiny.

He looks so good. He's grown taller and his features have become more chiseled, but there's still something about him that's familiar and comforting.

You can tell he's trying to find something to say, but he remains silent. His presence alone is enough to make you feel flustered, and you're not quite sure how to handle it.

You notice the tension between Jungwon and Jake and the way they don't look or talk to each other. Jake clears his throat. "Well, it's good to see you again. I'll catch up with the others."

And he leaves, leaving you standing there with Jungwon while you try to calm your racing heart down. "Hey." His voice makes your heartbeat skyrocket.

"Hi." You smile. "It's been a while."

"'Yeah, it has." He nods, his gaze never leaving you. "You look great."

"Thanks." You feel your cheeks heat up again. "You too."

"I..." He starts, running his fingers through his hair when you notice that he's not wearing the bracelet.

He took it off.

It makes your heart drop for some reason. You expected that he'd wear it to the reunion just for you, but he didn't.

"How have you been?" You ask, the bitter smile on your face too obvious.

"Good." He keeps eye contact and you hold your breath. But then he sighs. "Look, I'm so annoyed right now."

"What?" You frown. "Why?"

"I don't know. Maybe because I've missed you like hell and when I finally get to see you, you're hugging my best friend who likes you too and his hands are all over you?"

Your heart skips a beat at his words and only then do you realize why Jungwon and Jake are awkward.

They definitely talked about you.

"Why does it bother you if I'm hugging him or anyone else?" You scoff. "He's my friend."

Jungwon's eyes narrow at your words, and he takes a step closer to you. "He's not just your friend, and you know it. He's been into you since high school."

"Yeah, but who am I into?" You don't intend for your voice to come out that sharp. "Have you ever thought about it? You didn't even think of me when you took off the bracelet I spent hours making."

He just stares at you for a moment before he holds your wrist and pulls you with him, making his way out of the house. You realize he's bringing you to his car when he opens it and looks for something inside.

And when you see the bracelet you gave him hanging in the rearview mirror, you feel your heart skip a beat.

"I'm sorry," He says softly after he approaches you, holding out the bracelet to you. "I didn't mean to upset you. I haven't taken it off since you gave it to me but I lost it once and I'm afraid of losing it again so I put it here."

"Oh." Here comes the guilt.

"I don't want to lose it when it's the only thing I have left of you, apart from the memories that I can never forget, and the kiss that we shared though it was years ago." His voice is barely above a whisper.

You take the bracelet from him and look at it, ashamed of your outburst. "I'm sorry too," You say, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

"Hey, hey," Jungwon holds your chin and makes you look at him before he wipes the tears that are threatening to fall. "I'm sorry, sunshine."

The nickname makes you want to cry even more. "Why did you call me that?" You ask softly, looking up at him.

"Because you're still my sunshine. Always." He kisses your forehead and looks into your eyes. "This bracelet means everything to me, just like you mean everything to me. I missed you, a lot. And you have no idea how my blood was boiling when I saw you with him."

"Do you like me?" You ask, kinda knowing the answer. And he smiles.

"Yes, sunshine. Actually, I don't think it's just that." He chuckles.

"You're on my mind. All the time.

It's more like I love you. I was waiting for you to come back so I can confess and ask you out-"

"I thought I moved on," You look down, resting your head on his chest. "But I never did."

Jungwon holds you tighter, his hand caressing your hair as he chuckles.

"I'm glad you didn't. I never did either. I've always loved you, ever since we were kids. But I was too scared to tell you. And then you moved away and I thought I'd lost you forever."

"But you didn't," You say, feeling your heart beat faster when he leans in and presses his lips to yours. They're soft and warm against your lips and his hands hold your waist so gently that you feel so safe and loved.

"No, I didn't," He says against your lips. "And I'm not going to let you go again."

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enha #enhypen scenarios #jungwon #enhypen jungwon #jungwon imagines #jungwon x reader #jungwon scenarios #jungwon fluff #jungwon angst #yang jungwon #yang jungwon imagines #enha x reader #enha imagines #enha fluff #enha jungwon

[awisespirit]

CALL END?! (Jiu VER.)

GP! OFFICE WORKER JIU X FEM READER

Warning: (SMUT AHEAD (◠‿◕)

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"Fine, as long as I get to cum first."

With that Sua just went hem on you. She thrusted really hard.

"You fucking love this don't you? Your gonna fucked by all the other girls too baby."

As that she filled you up with her cum. She pulled out from and inserted a small plug.

"listen here baby, only I can use your cunt. Only my cock is welcomed. Others can only use your mouth, breasts, hands or your asshole. Got it?"

"Y-yes daddy."

She patted your head and gave you kiss for being good, also letting you know that the other girls must be waiting.

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The first one up was Minji.

You made your way to her office and stood in front of the big smooth wooden with the nameplate which read 'KIM MINJI'.

You knocked.

"Come in~"

You were welcomed with a gasp.

"Oh Y/N-nie your here~"

She got up from her desk where you saw her bare cock hanging out from her pants all hard.

She came to you and held your hand. She bought you into her office after making sure to close the door before.

She brought you over to her desk. It was kinda messy with different types of paper work a couple of pens scattered in one corner and her laptop opened also screening a document.

She sat back on her chair and pulled you on top of her.

"Y/N I have so much work to do, is it ok if you can cockwarm me until I finish this document? After that we'll have some real fun sweet girl."

You nodded, she wetted her index finger by licking it and slowly inserted it into your ass making you whines.

"m-mommy ~"

"you like this baby? Your thight~ I'll enjoy stretching you out."

She then replaced it with her cock. You can really feel her big dick stretching you out. You tried muffle your whines and moans into her shoulder but that's no use.

"mhmm ahh-"

Minji chuckled.

"we haven't even started yet pretty girl, and your already sounding like a mess hmm?"

You snuggled on her neck waited for her to be done with her work.

After what seems like hours, you heard a clicking sounds. Minji shutting down her laptop and nudging the side of your head with her nose.

"Hey pretty girl, mommy is done with her work. Can I make you feel good?"

You looked at her with a pout.

"Yes please Mommy~"

Minji stood up, holding you thight with her cock still in your ass. She brought to the mini loveseat in her office, laying you down on it. Then it begun.

Her hips went hard and fast. Skin on skin slapping noises filled the room quickly. Her balls slapping against your ass.

"Fuck Minji-ah, AHH mfph-" her lips found yours in a kiss. Minji was actually quite bigger than Sua.

"Fuck I'm g-gonna cum, shit y-y/n mhmm-" your felt it, her warm thick cum filling up your ass.

"ouh shit." She was panting heavily and kissed your nose before pulling out. She immediately inserted a small crystal bunny butt-plug.

"Thankiu for helping me out pretty girl."

*KNOCK* *KNOCK*

"who is it?"

"Unnie it's me Yoohyeon. It's my turn with y/n now. Your taking too long~"

A puppy like whine was heard from the door.

-TO BE CONTINUED-

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[kokorosfanfics]

Kokichi with a tall, curvy S/O who is very insecure. He flirts with her constantly but she always thinks he’s teasing or making fun of her because she doesn’t think anyone would like her. They’re not together yet.

I love me some flirty Kokichi. -Mod Kokoro

Kokichi flirting with insecure! Tall and Curvy Reader.

"Heyyyy S/O.~" Came the sing-song of the loveable little gremlin Kokichi. He always loved to come up to you, and he always had to say something to tease you. You never thought anyone could be attracted to you, so his flirtations always felt like a way to make fun of you. Plus, he was notorious for lying.

"Alright Kokichi, w-what do you want?" You asked, not realizing what you just walked right into.

"What I want? Oh, S/O. Darling! I want you.~" He winked, kissing two fingers before lightly tapping your cheek with them.

All you could do was blush furiously and stammer. You could barely form words after that. True, he acted like this often, but it was never something you could get quite used to. You simply looked down at him with eyes like saucers.

"Nee hee-hee!" He chuckled before tracing a finger under your chin, seeming to try to pull you closer to his face.

Before you could get too close, you pulled back and shook your head.

"Kokichi, this isn't funny!"

"Who said I was trying to be funny?"

"Stop teasing me! You know I don't like it."

"Really? Because you never actually try to get away from me. You always choose the closest seat next to me. You think I don't notice how cute you are when you steal a glance at me in class? Or, how you always seem to perk up when you see me? Or that you always stand still and wait for me when I come running up to you? Or, how about this, when you tell your friend that you think I'm just adorable?"

You were floored. It was true you had a crush on him, but you didn't think he'd ever notice. Much less, for him to tell you directly to your face that he knows. You knew he was an expert at reading people, but something like this never occurred to you. Then again, he's most likely doing this to mess with you. He loved to mess with people. He probably thinks because you like him, you'll be a fun new target for him to play with. Apparently you must've been lost in thought for too long, because Kokichi spoke up again.

"You know S/O, I rather like your eyes. I could stare into them forever. And that's not a lie."

"O-Of course it is! You lie all the time." You looked away in embarrassment. Why couldn't he have just left you in peace? Did his antics truly know no bounds?

"Oh, but I'm not." He had a mischievous grin across his face as he inched closer. Instinctively, you moved back. Back all the way into the wall.

"Nee hee-hee! Looks like you've been kabedoned.~"

"K-Kokichi..... What are you trying to do?"

"Trying to figure out how someone so gorgeous can be so insecure." He stated matter of factly.

He took a strand of your hair and began to twirl it around his finger.

"Hey. Let's get a bit more serious here. What've you got to be insecure about?" He rested his chin on your chest as he looked up at you.

"I.... I'm not.... I'm not pretty." You mumbled.

"Well, duh. That's because your beautiful, which is obviously higher than pretty." He smirked.

"Y-You're lying to me. I know you are."

Kokichi simply twirled your hair for a good moment before deciding his next words. His expression growing more serious.

"How do I show you I'm not?" He finally asked.

"W-Well, um.... I don't know."

"S/O, why do you think I keep flirting with you like this?"

"Because you're trying to mess with me?"

"Haven't you noticed the lack of mean pranks I pull on you? I mean, you're the only I don't relentlessly torment. You're the only one who gets flirted with."

"I-It's because you know I like you! You're just trying to get my hopes up, aren't you?"

Kokichi responded by reaching up to kiss you. He stopped twirling your hair to instead hold the back of your head. He wrapped the other arm around your waist.

"M-Mmph!" You gasped. You didn't believe what was happening. Kokichi Oma, actually making out with you against the wall. Would he really go this far for a prank?

So you did what came naturally. You wrapped your arms around him to bring him closer. You felt him smirk into the kiss.

Eventually, you both pulled away.

"Y'know, I hear all the time how actions speak louder than words. Figured I'd give it a shot.

"You really like me?"

"I told you I wanted you."

"You meant it. You actually mean it?"

"Sure did, sweetheart."

All the flirting. It was genuine. Actually genuine. You couldn't believe it. He really liked you back. Here he was, holding onto you. You couldn't believe this.

"So! Now that that's established, be mine?" He winked as he asked the question.

You responded with a kiss.

"Actions speak louder than words." Smirking, seeing you finally caught him by surprise.

"Then, let's take this somewhere else. I'd like to kiss you without risk of that hall monitor guy interrupting us."

#danganronpa #kokichi #kokichi oma #kokichi oma x reader #kokichi x reader #kokichi ouma #kokichi ouma x reader #drv3

[a-constant-gay-panic]

Can I make a request for soft!dom Eddie Munson x fem!Reader with prompts angst #7 "wake up, please!" and smut #19 "shh it's alright. I'll take care of you." Maybe where the reader is almost taken by Vecna and they're both so emotional after that they just HAVE TO fuck! Peas and carrots! ❤️❤️❤️

Close Call

masterlist

pairing: soft!dom eddie munson x fem!henderson reader

summary: after you have a frightful near death experience at the hands of vecna, eddie can't hide his true feelings for you anymore and he decides to show you just how much you mean to him. 

warnings: a little bit of swearing, smut, porn with a lot of plot basically, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it people!), angst, slight s4 spoilers but if you haven't watched it by now, what are you doing?

word count: 2.3k

a/n: here’s your eddie munson fic @... sorry it took such a long time!   it’s been a while since i saw season 4 so vecna’s parts may not be fully accurate and for that i apologies. just go with the flow and ignore it if his words seem uncharacteristic-  i am a firm believer in the eddie x henderson!reader trope and i won't apologies for it nor will i apologies for the ending. i’m in a angsty mood 

the song used in this fic is called "The Day Before You Came" by ABBA, i do not own it in any way shape or form. all rights to the original artists.

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your heart beats frantically and blood pounds painfully loud in your ears as you feel your body give into exhaustion. you slump to the ground as he approaches you, slowly, tauntingly, knowing that he’s won yet again. you gasp for breath as a vine wraps around your throat, your air flow being constricted as you’re forced up and into the air. 

“you can’t escape it y/n. you can't escape your destiny.” vecna’s words ring in your ears as tears stream down your face. “you and your friends will all die. there’s no stopping me.” 

you can practically feel his breath ghost over your face as he stands in front of you, ready to make his promise of killing you a reality. thoughts of your friends and how you’ve let them down cloud your mind. your heart aches as you think of not seeing your brother, dustin, again. your own regrets make another wave of tears roll down your dirty and scraped face and your mind wanders to eddie. although you’ve never admitted it, you've grown extremely fond of the local freak, admiring his bond with dustin. 

“say your goodbyes, y/n.” vecna mutters, his hand slowly rising to hover over your upturned face. your eyes close and you hold your breath, waiting for your end… that is, until a soft yet recognisable melody seemingly drifts through the red, overcast sky of the upsidedown. 

“must have left my house at eight, because i always do

   my train, i'm certain, left the station just when it was due

   i must have read the morning paper going into town

   and having gotten through the editorial no doubt i must have frowned” 

your eyes open and you see vecna's hand is still, extended in the air above you but his face is turned to the side. you can almost feel his annoyance and rage at the sudden interruption. 

“i must have made my desk around a quarter after nine 

   with letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed 

   i must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so

   the usual place, the usual bunch

   and still on top of this i'm pretty sure it must have rained 

   the day before you came” 

your breath comes out ragged as you remember dancing to this daily with dustin and later eddie. the thought of them alone is enough to make you claw at the vines around your neck, desperate to see them one last time. 

“i must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two

   and at the time i never even noticed i was blue  

   i must have kept on dragging through the business of the day

   without really knowing anything, i hid a part of me away”

you look behind vecna and notice a gate open up, figures which appear to be your friends on the other side. you start to kick and thrash, the urge to escape becoming even stronger. you couldn't let them down, you couldn't let yourself down. you refused to give in to him just yet. 

you see eddie cradling your body and you can almost hear the words which he seems to be screaming at your limp form. 

“wake up, please! please y/n, wake up!” 

his cries are enough to light a fire inside you and you suddenly remember the lighter in your pocket, courtesy of eddie himself. 

your hand blindly reaches into the back pocket of your jeans and you pull out a zippo, flipping it open on your leg and lighting it in the same movement. you raise your shaking hand and the flame licks at the vines keeping you in place. vecna looks at you sharply as your body falls to the ground, the vines unravelling when they feel the fire.

you drag yourself back as he stalks closer. “trying to escape is futile.” you continue to move further away from him, the sound of ABBA continuing to break the eerie silence. your hands sting from the roughness of the ground, your face is covered in dirt and dust and your voice is hoarse yet you find the strength to mutter, “i don't care. i'm not dying today, you bastard.”

with that, you muster up all your energy and make a run for it. tripping and stumbling over vines which try to slow your run but you refuse to let him win. your eyes are set on the image of eddie cradling your body in his arms while dustin kneels next to him.  

objects fall from the sky in attempts to block your escape but you make detours around them, trying your best to run as fast as your sore legs could carry you. your breaths come out in pained huffs, chest screaming at the lack of oxygen you’re getting. 

‘damn me for being so unfit.’ you think to yourself. 

you can almost feel your escape, relief starting to fill your whole body. you hear a loud rumble as the ground beneath you starts to shake, vecna’s shouts echoing in your mind as you jump through the gate, the soft melody coming to an end and darkness consuming your every sense. 

“and turning out the light 

   i must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night 

   and rattling on the roof i must have heard the sound of rain

   the day before you came.” 

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a warm sensation fills your tired body and light floods your vision as you force your eyes open. you realise that you’re laying on your bed, your familiar bedroom wallpaper a clear indicator as to where you are. you gaze at the faces staring down at you, each with a worried expression plastered on their face. 

“i feel like shit.” you croak out and dustin laughs despite the tears which cloud his vision. “really? you almost died and that’s what you have to say?” steve deadpans and you chuckle before breaking out in a fit of coughs as you try to sit up. “sorry mama steve.” you tease him in an attempt to cover up how sore you were. 

“hey, at least she’s not dead!” robin defends you as she chases after steve who’s walking away, not ready to deal with you. nancy smiles softly at you before kneeling on your bed and giving you a gentle hug. “i’m glad you’re ok, y/n… don't scare us like that again.” she says as she pulls away. you give her a lopsided grin, “i’ll try not to get killed again, i swear.” she shakes her head at you before standing and walking towards the bickering pair who are standing outside your room. 

you turn your head and your eyes lock onto eddie’s, his face is red and his eyes are puffy, clear evidence that he’s been crying. “hey eddie.” you mutter. “hey…” he trails off, kneeling on the ground with his arms resting on your mattress. his eyes wander your fragile frame, inspecting you closely for any possible injuries.

you turn away from him and dustin is the next one to tackle you in a hug. “are you ok? are you hurt? what happened?” he throws question after question at you, all while keeping you in his vice-like embrace. “i’m fine alright? nothing happened.” you reassure him. he lets you go and eyes you suspiciously. “really, i'm ok.” you sigh. 

dustin doesn’t seem to believe you but he lets it slide when he looks at eddie who is still staring at you in a daze. pulling you into another hug, he whispers, “talk to him. he was panicking the most out of all of us.” 

with those words, he stands up and smiles. “glad to have my annoying big sister back.” he calls as he walks over to the other 3 who seem to be in a heated discussion about god knows what. 

“i’m sorry.” you mutter into the silence, the tension between you and eddie is thick and feels suffocating. he seems to snap out of it and looks at you in confusion. “why are you sorry?” you smile sadly at him, unconsciously grabbing his hand to play with the rings on his fingers. “sorry for worrying you… for leaving you like that.” your voice is small and it makes his heart clench. 

“you have nothing to be sorry for… i’m sorry that i couldn't save you.” his words make you shake your head. “no, you did… the thought of you was enough to keep me from giving up…” you glance at him and see his mouth hanging open before quickly adding, “the thought of you, dustin and the others kept me going…” 

neither of you noticed how silent it went, nor did you notice that your 4 friends had been listening to your conversation and decided it’d be best to leave the two of you alone together, closing the door behind them to give you some privacy.

“y/n… i-” he cut himself off. your eyes bore into his, an expectant look on your face. “i’m happy that you’re safe now.” he mumbles. you sit there in silence, deep down hoping for him to say something else… the three words you want to say to him and want him to say to you. 

‘i love you’ 

eddie’s eyes snap towards you and you feel your face heat up, realising that you said it out loud. 

“what?” he asks dumbfounded. “i… i love you.” you whisper, figuring that there’s no going back now. you close your eyes and hang your head low, embarrassment coursing through your veins. that is, until you feel a pair of lips against your own. your shock wears off quickly as you kiss him back, pouring all your emotions out into that single kiss. 

“i love you too… so much it hurts.” he breaths into your ear as you pull away for air. 

“are you hurt anywhere?” his voice is worried as he eyes the bruises around your neck caused by the vines. you shake your head, “i’m fine. how many times am i going to have to say-” 

his lips against yours cuts you off and you intertwine your fingers in his hair. soon enough, you find yourself lying underneath him, his chest pressed against yours as he glides his tongue over your lips, silently asking for permission. you allow him access and hum in pleasure as he explores every crevice of your mouth. 

breaking away for oxygen, his lips travel down your throat and press soft kisses to the bruised skin and you bite your lip in an attempt to silence your sounds. he moves up to your ear and his breath fans over it, causing shivers to run down your spine and a quiet whimper to escape.

“shh, it’s alright. i’ll take care of you.”

his hands slowly start wandering lower and lower, raising the hem of your shirt before sneaking underneath it and stroking your soft stomach. “i love you so much.” he whispers before he helps you sit up and pull the shirt over your head. your hands move to his jacket and tug on it, silently asking him to take it off. 

he complies and soon enough, both of you are bare chested. his rough hands rub and sooth every part of your exposed flesh before his lips find home on your breasts. soft bites and kisses being left in his wake, he moves lower until he reaches the waistband of your pants. “may i?” he asks and you nod in response. 

just moments later the two of you are as bare as the day you were born, his arms wrapped around you in a loving embrace as he mutters sweet nothings into your ears. you gasp in pain and pleasure as you feel him enter you, your walls squeezing him tightly and your breaths becoming more laboured. 

his hips still as you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face into it. “move… please…” you whisper after a while of adjusting to the feeling of  him inside you, 

soon enough, soft moans and grunts fill your room, mixing together to form a symphony of sounds which makes your head spin. eddie’s thrusts are gentle and steady paced, fulfilling his promise to take care of you as your mind goes foggy from the pleasure he’s giving you. 

“please… please eddie.” you whimper, not exactly sure what you’re asking for. he however seems to know and his hand ghosts over your body before coming in contact with your clit. “i’m here… let go, i’ve got you.” he coos as he quickens the pace of his fingers against you. you squirm underneath him and pull his face towards yours, placing a desperate and feverish kiss on his lips. 

this action almost pushes him over the edge and he pulls away from your kiss. “let go… come on, y/n… i’m right here.” his words make your eyes roll back as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten. “come for me.” he whispers and that's all it takes for your body to give in. your mind is clouded with pleasure and your vision goes white as you come undone underneath him. 

he groans and pulls out from you, releasing onto your stomach before his body slumps against yours. jagged pants are all that can be heard from the both of you as you come down from your high. eddie stands with shaky legs and walks to your bathroom to grab a warm cloth to wipe you down. he helps you up and carries you to the bathroom in order for you to use it. 

slowly placing you back onto your bed once you’re both cleaned up, he engulfs you in a hug. 

“i love you.” he says as he places a loving kiss onto the top of your head. you smile and manage to get out, “i love you too.” before sleep overcomes you, eddie following suit.

you couldn’t be happier than you were in that moment. if only you knew that you’d never be that happy again… if you had known what the future held, you wouldn't have fallen in love with eddie munson.

you wouldn't have fallen in love with a dead man.  

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #henderson!reader #fem!reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things eddie #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #angst #smut

[7nessasaryevils]

Things that made me scream during ep 5 of Wandee Goodday

- Dee can remember every single person's birthday but he hadn't memorized Yak's yet

- Yak pouting when he realized Dee didn't know his birthday

- YAK COUNTING THE FUCKING SECOND OF HOW LONG HE AND DEE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER (read: TOGETHER, not fucking/ FWB)

- that whole fucking interaction with Cher and Yei (yes babes! Complain that you haven't gotten fucked for a while you deserve to be dicked down!)

- Kao being the King he is and offering valuable suggestions for Dee and Yak on how to improve their lives (and sex lives) using his furry accessories ♥️

- Dee offering good fashion advice... sir thank you for your service in getting Yak out of those (delectable) elephant pants - but... Taem is probably better at putting him in clothes that work

- grammammamamamamamana I love her and she is now the communal granmama

- DICK PLUSH TOY (seriously where can I get one??)

- granmama knows

- STEPPING OVER THE LINE!!! THE GASP I GUSPED (also wandee my precious my baby protect your heart please yak is gonna be a little stupid I know it)

- brb screaming crying throwing up because NEITHER of them can sleep without holding each other

- the pouting, cuddling, "need you to recharge me" YORYAK!! GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR PERT ASS YOU DUMB JOCK! This is boyfriend level behaviour!

- Dee's smile as he curls into Yak 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

- the only time I screamed in rage: how dare you ask Dee if Taem would like while you hold motherfucking Wandee in your arm- I'm going to snap a boxer's neck (what did I say about yak doing something stupid?!)

- FUCKING WHEEZING GRANMAMA YOU ABSOLUTE QUEEN

- ... he took Yak to see his parents... I'm fine gwenchana gwenchana

- SJAXHWKZNKSJXNWKSW YORYAK YOU BUFFOON- don't you want to introduce your BOYFRIEND to your parents?! someone hold me back before I smack this idiot

- Cher doing the sneaky sneak and failing 🤣 also Yei not taking Cher with him because he knows his boyfie doesn't like the macho assholes 🥹♥️

- Yak dressing the way Dee told him to... fucking hell

- yak showing up to help his boyfriend thanks I wanna throw up

- Dr. Wandee using his and Yoryak's furry sex personas to help tell children a story was not on my 2024 bingo card 👀

- yak wanting to celebrate with Dee rather than his friends... this idiot

- I CAN EAT YOU WITHOUT WAITING- YORYAK PLEASE

- domestic food fight my beloved (also yak refusing to let Dee do anything cooking wise because he doesn't want to poison Granmama 🤣)

- I do so love an aptly placed song that perfectly explains the conflict of our main characters ♥️♥️

- sir. Yoryak. For someone who claims they like Taem, you sure do lean in to kiss Dee a lot 👀👀👀

- THAT CAPTION... gonna go yeet myself off their building thanks

-... couple toothbrushes... COUPLE TOOTHBRUSHES

- wandeeyoryak vs. Yoryakwandee... help me

This show is everything to me right now and I will hold onto it with my dying breath

#wandee gooday the series #yak x wandee #wandee goodday #yoryakwandee #wandeeyoryak #yoryak phadetseuk #oyeicher #plakao #the king we all deserve #ter continues to be his regular annoying self...

[actual-changeling]

hiiiiii @nightgoodomens i read this post and then immediately started typing and this is the result. either sorry or you're welcome. or both. :)

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Crowley's first instinct is to wrench his arm from Aziraphale's grasp, but his hold on him tightens ever so slightly as if sensing his intentions, so he stays put—for now.

Still, anger rises in his chest like a tidal wave, hot and desperate and tainted by nothing lasts forever and i forgive you. They haven't talked about it yet, and he refuses to when the outcome of that argument could very well mean extinction, not just for the two of them but for the world. He built walls in his mind, keeping out shimmering purple eyes and familiar lips, and stopped breathing so he could pretend Aziraphale didn't smell all wrong.

The reason stretching throughout their foundations turns into vines, forcing them apart stone by stone when he meets his gaze.

"How about we come up with a plan where you don't risk destruction, please?"

Crowley's smile is a mask of bitter disappointment; the slant of his mouth is sharp, almost cruel.

"What do you care?"

"Of course I care," Aziraphale shoots back immediately, his fingers digging into his arm forcefully enough that he can practically taste the bruises forming beneath them.

"You were more than happy to deliver me to heaven all tied up and with a bow on my head, Arseangel Aziraphale. You would have had to find someone to scrape my sorry fucking remains off their pristine floors five minutes later."

A tingling numbness spreads up to his shoulder, pins and needles reminding him that this corporation is starting to get tired of being restrained, but Crowley is too focused on the insulted rage distorting the angel's face. He steps closer, forcing him to look up at him, and he takes minute satisfaction in the heavy swallow running down his throat.

"They wouldn't-"

"Oh, they wouldn't, really? They have already done it once, and now they're planning on ending us all. None of them would know mercy if it hit them in their perfect bloody faces."

Uncaring for the increase in his volume, Crowley mockingly raises an eyebrow, challenging him to disagree, to defend heaven like he has done time and time again, to finally let go of him and let him stomp off to his destruction; this time, he is either going to win or go out on his own terms.

When Aziraphale doesn't respond, his lashes fluttering and his mouth opening and closing several times without expelling a single sound or breath, he channels six thousand years of suppressed frustration and angry humiliation and rips his arm out of his grasp.

"There is no 'we', Aziraphale. There is your side, there is earth, and then there's me."

He remembers the hundred times Aziraphale denied knowing him, called him a demon, his adversary, denounced their friendship and arrangement, and ground their partnership to dust under his heels like a dried-out bug on the verge of death.

Friends, we're not friends.

For a moment, Crowley wants to ask if any of it had been real, but he knows it was—that's why it hurts.

That's why he can't let it go.

The pain as the blood in his arm begins to flow unhindered again is nothing compared to the gaping wound scratching itself open in his chest, forcing him to swallow salted iron and sickly sweet love. He has been wearing his shades every single second they spent together after his return, but he takes them off now, biting back a taunting sneer, biting back tears.

Purple meets gold, the summer-sky blue is long gone, and it helps him deliver the last blow without flinching.

"Nothing lasts forever, right? Good luck with your armageddon."

Crowley does not wait to see the hurt spreading across his face and pretends he doesn't hear the punched-out gasp or the beginnings of a sob.

Instead, he slides his glasses back into place and walks away; the universe will finally grant him rest one way or another.

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#alex writes good omens #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable divorce #good omens ficlet #also hi fells if you uh happen to see this the arseangel is for you

[thatwritingho]

Strap Breeding

Pairing: Relish Rating: Explicit Summary: What the title says! Breeding kink, but with a strap-on. A direct follow up can be found here! Tagging: @m3gahet @chordsykat

Read on AO3 here

“Heh. You’ve been holdin’ out on me, babe.”

Big, dark doe eyes clouded in lust blinked up at the drummer in confusion, “Huh?”

Calloused hands gripped her thighs, pressing up until her knees were next to her ears, hips raised from the bed. Olive stared up at him in shock, teeth sinking into her lip and tongue ring worrying the backs of her teeth as a fresh wave of arousal crashed over her at the realization.

Oh, fuck, wait, a mating press-

“D-Dillon, wha-”

A grin curled crooked lips, Pickles’ eyes glinting in mischief, “A little birdie told me dis position makes yah cum like crazy.”

Olive scowled.

Toki. God damn him.

“So, you've been holdin’ out on me, babe. Never told me yah like gettin’ fucked like a gahd damn breedin’ slut.”

“Ahh…” Heart erratic beneath her ribs, plush lips parted to speak, yet all that came out was a cry of pleasure as the thick silicone slipped back inside of her. The term aroused her way more than it should, leaving her tingling all over at the thought of Pickles breeding her. A trembling hand found his, rough, band-aid laden fingers quick to hold her own for support, “N-not holding out, it- ahh- it's not like I haven't thought about it-”

Oh, that was the wrong thing to say.

A strong thrust filled her to the hilt, Olive whimpering at the fullness, muscles twitching around the thick cock stretching her. Cracking open her screwed closed eyes, she trembled as black met green, a wave of deep affection crashing over her as his fingers found her throbbing clit, rubbing in small circles. Green eyes nearly glowed as he stared her down, shining in his own love-struck desperation, crooked smirk curling his lips further.

“Oh, pretty girl, yah've thought aboot it, huh?”

Biting her lip, she nodded, mesmerized by his visage in the dim light, freckles glittering like tiny galaxies on his sweat slicked skin. Pickles leaned down, crunching her body further til her ankles touched his shoulders, bending her in half. Though, Olive didn't mind, as it meant she could wrap him in her arms, steal his breath in a kiss, drag her mouth over his skin, pour all of the mounting love she couldn't voice into each touch.

“Mm, yeah, yah've thought about me fuckin’ yah like dis huh?” His voice was rough and needy, the sound as he spoke in her ear sending shivers down her spine, cunt throbbing around his cock as he set a rhythm, “Thought about me breedin’ yah? Fuckin’ a baby into yah?”

The thought tore a gasp from between plush lips, and she trembled all over, tightening her hold on him as tears pricked the corners of her eyes, teeth sinking into her lip, “Mmhm.”

Pickles groaned, breathing out a chuckle and cradling the back of her head in his hand, voice rough and low with desire, “Yeah? You want me to fuck a baby into this tight little pussy of yers?”

“Ahh…” she breathed out, blood molten in her veins at his words, struggling to find her voice as hips ground into her own.

“Say it, baby. Say it.”

“Y-yes!” His hips were picking up pace, plunging deep into her warm, welcoming cunt as Olive panted, squelching filling the room as she moaned out her agreement, surprisingly herself with her eagerness, with how utterly enticing she found the idea, “Dillon, fuck… Want it so bad, please give me your baby, please-”

“Yeah? You want it, darlin’? Want me to fuck my baby into yah, breed yah till yer nice and pregnant so everyone knows who yah belong to?” His hips rutted against hers, aiming to be ever closer, to meld their bodies into one, “You wanna have my babies, Olive?”

“Fuck, yes! Yes, yes, please, oh my god, please- Dillon, please!”

“Heh. How many yah want?” His hips turned frantic, pounding into her with such force she could barely form words, could barely believe he could form words, “Four? Five? Fuckin’... ten?”

Whimpering, Olive managed to gasp out, “Make it t-twenty.”

Pickles laughed, giddy and love-struck and breathless, near high on her as he pressed a kiss to her cheek, panting with exertion.

“Yeah? Yeah, ohh, I'll fill you right up, babe, make sure there's naht a snowball's chance in hell I don't knock yah up.” Hips rocked hard into hers, as if he were trying to pound her through the mattress, through the floor, “We better have multiples, den, huh? We're both twins, what're da chances?”

“I'd ahh… need to do a genetics test. But- nngh!- higher than m-most.”

“Mm, yeah…” a warm hand was placed on her lower abdomen, the pad of his thumb gently caressing heated skin, “Yer gonna be so fuckin’ beautiful, babygirl, all heavy and full of me, full of my twins. Heh, no. My triplets. Gonna fuckin’ glow.”

Pointed, black nails dug indents into his shoulders, Olive whining, pleasure surging, boiling from the inside as flames licked her veins in a raging fire spreading from her cunt, from her connection to him.

“D-Dillon…”

“Mm, yeah, baby, gonna be so pretty fer me, dese perfect tits all heavy and milky, can't wait to taste…” His words were accented by a hand groping one of her breasts, tugging teasingly at her nipple, rolling the bud between index and thumb to tear another moan from the girl beneath him. Raising his face from her curls, green eyes were glazed in lust, expression speaking adoration that clenched at her heart, Olive whimpering as he fucked the head of the dildo into her g-spot.

Oh, she wouldn't last long like this.

A small, warm hand cupped his cheek, Pickles leaning into it, thick red lashes fluttering as she thumbed over his cheekbone.

“Ahh, fuck, Olive, yer gonna be so pretty, sweetheart, haa…” He sounded delirious, desperate, half crazed in need, his voice low and rough with lust, tingling through her nerves and erupting her skin in gooseflesh, “Yeah, gonna fill you up so fuckin’ good, make yah my pretty little wife, babygirl, my little breeding bitch… fuck, yeah…”

“Dillon!”

His words sent her heart pounding erratically behind her ribs, though she didn't have long to think on them as her orgasm hit, hard and strong. Her vision turned white as she boiled from the inside with heatwaves of passion, Pickles devouring her every sound of pleasure with a kiss that melted her brain. As her muscles convulsed around the cock, he broke from her to whisper more filth, Olive gasping as cum lube spurted into her cunt, filling her, squelching as he fucked it deep.

“Dat's it, good girl. Milk my cock, baby, don't waste a single fuckin’ drop. Take it all, take it, take it. Gonna cum in this pretty little pussy till yah overflow, and yer gonna give me a baby, right, sweetheart? Whaddya say, huh, babygirl?”

“Yes! Fuck, oh my god, yesyesyes! Want your cum so bad, Dillon, please!”

Bumping the tip of his nose to hers, strong arms caged her in with one hand on the nape of her neck, the other cradling the back of her head. Green eyes nearly glowed with intensity, his voice deep and near feral, “And yer gonna get it, babe, yer gonna get it all. Naht gonna stop til I know yer fuckin’ mine.”

Chest swelling with affection, she clung to him, pressing desperate kisses to his face, each one imbued with all the love neither would voice. Though, in moments such as this, under the guise of sex, Olive could allow more honesty to slip, and so gasped in a breath before speaking truth against his lips,

“I'm yours, Dillon, fuck. I'm yours.”

#it's impossible to write relish smut and not make it emotional in some way or another #it cannot be done i tell you #olive axworthy #pickles the drummer #metalocalypse #mtl oc #metalocalypse oc #relish

[seas-storyarchive]

Lens Flair - What if

Note: this has Angel and Alastor friendship; could be seen as Radiorose (if not in one-sided)

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It started as a taunting gift from Angel.

Hmm.. no, can't kill him. Valentino would call for war. Not to mention Charlie would be angry with him. No, no, that simply wouldn't be do.

He was hesitant, at first. He had his monocle, his vision was leagues better in death than it had been in life. So..

"Angel Dust?"

"Yeah, Smiles?" Angel was sitting with the others, most likely for cover from whatever Alastor would potentially do to him.

"Why on earth did you get me.. these?" He showed the item, they were red glasses with black rims.

So, he didn't sound mad? Well, not yet anyways. "Oh! It's cause yous like ta read, and ya squint a lot when yous confused at somethin', and I thought it'd be a nice way not ta strain yer lookin' at all dhose small prints or gettin' lost in da mental sause or whatevah's up dhere." Angel waved an arm about to illustrate his point. "Gotta keep dhem doe eyes looking wide, afta all. Let me know if dhey work alright, or if ya need a prescription pair, I got a guy dhat owes me a favor."

He looked at the glasses in his hands, feeling conflicted. "Hmm..." Dare he put them on? In front of others? Well, he was no stranger to glasses.. but..

"Here, lemme help ya." When the fuck did Angel get up and come so close!?

"Hmm!?" Alastor was frozen, like a dear in headlights, when Angel pulled the arms of the glasses open and carefully slid them onto Alastor's face.

Despite how having human ears anymore and the constant hair products, Alastor's hair still retained enough thickness to hold the glasses in place along with his nose.

Seeing the world through red lenses? Hm.. wonderful! Oh, if only they had these in his time! What a world of difference it would have made!

"Hey, Smiles." The snapping of fingers in front of him made him blink and his ears twitch.

Alastor looked up to see Angel had backed away a bit, one lower hand holding the elbow of the upper hand that wasn't in his face, trying to decide if he liked the image.

"How you feelin'-!?" A hug. A fucking hug. Initiated, by Alastor. Angel hesitantly hugged him back, as Alastor wasn't known for his hugs and- was that a tail that was brushin' against his lower arms! Holy hell!

"Wonderful, my fine fellow." He pulled back to smile at Angel. "One would even say.. enriched."

"Well, let's see." He turned to the others on the couch and chairs, watching. Al's face mostly blocked by Angel, so they weren't seeing much. "Nifft, can I see the book Al was readin'?"

"Okay!" Niffty grabbed the book and hopped off the couch, making her way over. Her eye widened when she saw Alastor's face, gasping. "Oh, Alastor sir! You look great!" She said as Angel took the book from her.

There was a very soft noise of something brushing against fabric - oh yea, the tail - as Alastor smiled at Niffty. "Why thank you, Niffty! I feel, well, simply nifty."

"Don't count it yet, let's check dhat readin' ah yours." Angel opened to the first page, mindful of the satin bookmark halfway through, holding it up. "Can you read dhis?"

Alastor tried, and found out he could - the noise getting louder as he made a 'happy deer noise' as Charlie and Niffty joked once. "Ho ho! Why, I haven't been able to see this clearly since 1931 when I got a new prescription! I'd venture to say that this is the clearest that everything has ever been!"

"Ignorin' dhat littl' tidbit for now- you ready ta put on a show?" Angel asked with a smirk.

"I suppose..?" Alastor tilted his head, squinting - nope, glasses seemed to only make this funnier. But Angel wisely kept it quiet as he turned around.

"Alright, yous mugs! Get ready fer a surpise.." Angel paused, and turned to Alastor, "wait, Smiles, do the creepy neck thin- yea, that.." creepy eyes on the back of his head bitch. "Oh, wait! Can you strike a pose - oh dhere's da money maker baby!"

Angel turned back to the crowd, clearing his throat. "Now, please give a round ah applause fer Smiles and his new eyewear!" He stepped away from Alastor.

They saw the back of his head, nothing new, while his body was in a performative pose.

"And- turn, baby! Show off dhat money maker!" Angel encouraged, his hands held up to form a square to 'focus' on Alastor.

Turn Alastor did, a wide and friendly smile on his face, to show off his new eyewear.

Husk spat out his drink. Vaggie's mouth dropped open. Lucifer cut himself while carving a duck. Charlie and Rosie - she'd helped Angel pick out the glasses, of course she was there - were silent.

Charlie was the first to speak, seeing the slow deflation of Alastor's face. "Oh Al! You look amazing!" She stood up with a smile, walking towards him and taking his hands.

"Y- you really think so?" Alastor asked, with a stutter, embarrassed. "I uh.. I have a face meant for radio and all, so I never truly considered getting a new prescription in death.."

"Uh, yeah! You look amazing!" Charlie turned to the room. "Right, everyone?" She squinted her eyes a bit in warning.

"Uh, yeah.. nice eyewear." Husk said, in fear of his life, before quickly starting to chug his beer.

"Not bad, Antlers." Lucifer said, finally mentally saying 'fuck it' and summoning a first aid kit.

"It suits you, truly." Ah, Vagatha.. always so curt with him.

And now, always time for the honest opinion of-

"Why I must say!" Rosie was fanning her face and - was she blushing!? "I wasn't expecting those to be such a perfect fit."

Oh.. oh, Alastor could work with this.

"Really? How so?" Alastor grinned at he moved away from Charlie to prance about - also testing his spacial awareness with the glasses.

"Oh, you know! I just.. glasses, and you, and your.. your immaculate image! I didn't want to up end-"

Alastor was suddenly in her face - nose to nose, for lack of a comparison, good ol' Alastor and ignoring boundaries - and all words died in Rosie's mouth. Oh, oh no - he's hot!

"Up end, how?" Alastor grinned as he asked her - breath of death be damned. "I think these make me look more, hm, articulate with my facial expressions." He batted his doe eye lashes at her. "Don't you think?"

Fuck! Fucking fuck! Rosie had trapped herself, the sound of sharp nails gripping and tearing into upholstery was heard.

And then - this little moment was ruined.

"Yeah! Get it, babies!" Angel whistled and started to whoop.

Alastor pulled away too quick for Rosie's liking, but at the same time she was also relieved.

"Well! If you'll all excuse me," Alastor backed up from Rosie, a smile of - oh, so triumph was what he was going for.. that bitch, "I must prepare for a radio broadcast!" And then, he vanished into shadows.

"Um, Rosie?" Charlie's voice made Rosie snap her head towards her. "Are.. are you okay?" Was she.. smiling?

"Y- yes. I'm.. I'm fine." No, she was not. She stood up, retracting her nails from the chair. "I, have some business to tend to in Cannibal Town! Fair well for the day, all!"

And, she was gone. After a minute..

"Damn, Smiles got a way wit' da ladies!" Angel said with a grin as he laughed. "Did you see dah way dhat chick looked at Smiles? Looked like she was ready for some bow-chicka-wow-wow!"

"Angel Dust, please!" Charlie scolded.

"What? You heard how she grippped Smiles' chair!" Angel laughed. "Oh! Oh man! At least now, I don't gotta teach Smiles how to charm someone! Kid's doing fine on his own!" He was now doubled over.

"Didn't think he had it in him." Husk said, before going to down another drink to get rid of the images the first one disgustingly left him with.

"Guys.." Charlie was trying to get them to stop.

"Seriously. Stop it." Vaggie had to agree with Charlie.

Angel kept laughing. "Hey- hey Luci? What you think? Smiles on top?"

Lucifer gave an ungodly snort. "Guy is definitely a power bottom with her."

Angel was now on the floor. "That's even funnier holy shit!"

Niffty's eye widened. "New lore.." She then rushed off to go write her stories.

"Charlie, let's just leave them be." Vaggie said, guiding Charlie out of the room.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel what if #radiorose #could be #one sided radiorose #also could be #hazbin alastor #hazbin rosie

[ilylovelyz]

bags.

pair : jean x genneu!reader

warning(s) : none!, maybe a lil drama, just fluff

jean watches attentively as you gasp out of excitement when you pick up yet another book from the shelf, mumbling yet another "i've heard about this book!" he watches as your lips curl up into a sweet excited grin, wondering whether you should add it to the pile of books that you are currently carrying.

jean wonders the total cost of the current amount of books that you have in your hands (including the ones he also is carrying.) he took you out here for a simple date, knowing your love for books. he notices another couple a few feet away from you. the girl seems to be in the same boat as you, extremely happy and content with the stock of heavy books she is carrying. she's carrying more than you, maybe 3-4 more.

he wonders how her tiny arms haven't given out yet. most importantly, he wonders why her little boyfriend isn't helping her. her boyfriend looks extremely bored, just dragging his feet to wherever she goes next. jean scoffs audibly, drawing your attention.

"what? are you bored?" you ask, your head tilting to the side out of curiosity and concern. god, he loves it when you do that. he shakes his head violently, resisting the urge to chuckle when he hears you knowingly giggle at his dramatics. "never!" he almost shouts proudly.

"how could i ever be bored when im hanging out with my babe? only shitty, ungrateful losers are bored like that." he says, making eye contact with the male accompanying that girl, who was also looking over at the two of you as well. it was an attack, you facepalm.

you facepalm even harder when he just grabs random books off the shelf, "more! you need more." he boasts. after he's finished taking like 6 random books off the shelf, he leans down to combine the stack of books from your hands and leans back straight so that way he's carrying all of them.

you can almost hear the twinkling flamboyant stars around his face as he wears a twisted teasing grin. "gotta show 'em how it's done." you smile a toothy grin at his declaration. jean loves proving his love and loyalty to you, even if it comes at the expense of others.

for now, he follows you like a puppy, holding an absurd amount of books, ignoring the weird stares passerby's give when he points out even more books he knows you'll love.

he ignores the way he almost eats shit because the books he's carrying are preventing him from seeing his own two feet. he doesn't care, though. he'd fall for you any-day.

by the time you two end up at the cashier, the books take up majority of the counter. he doesn't take notice of the cashier's weird looks. he's too busy admiring your features. he's proud of himself. proud that he managed to make you happy.

he trails after you, arms carrying the multiple bags of books that he bought for you with his hard earned, slayed money. he ignores the fact that his arms have literally lost feeling because he's been carrying everything for you. he'd carry you a thousand books across the earth if it would make you happy.

his arms give out once the two of you reach your shared bedroom at headquarters, though he makes sure to not damage your books when he plops them down on his desk, covering the unfinished, soon due reports. they can wait later, he's with you after all.

he listens intently when you're sprawled over his lap, his hand caressing the small of your back as you read him one of the new books he bought you. he loves when you read so passionately. he thinks its cute when your legs swing back and forth because you're so happy.

happy because of him.

#aot x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan smut #attack on titan x reader #aot #jean kirstein x reader #jean x reader #jean kirstein smut #jean kirschtein x you #jean kirschstein x reader #jean kirschtein fluff #attack on titan fluff

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Lee!George Week Day 5 - Thighs

ahhhhh we're finally back!!!!!!! in the midst of a we're so over, came an indescribable... we're so back

again, I just wanna say I really appreciate your guys' patience with this, and I hope the fact that it's 5600 Words is a decent trade for the wait lol

and still, big shoutout mush for putting all this together!! you can find the prompts here, and if you want to participate make sure to use the tag "mushie's lee!george week" when you post <3

last thing: this one is a part two to this fic for day two of this week!! check that out first if you haven't read it yet, if you'd like to!!

lee!george, ler!dream, ler!sapnap, 5600 words exactly :o

enjoy!

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"…Do you know about his thighs?"

"WHAT?! Dream, NO!" George protested immediately, jolting up off Sapnap's lap and whipping his head around to gawk at Dream as much as he could while still laying on his stomach. 

"I don't think I do! Please, enlighten me!"

"No, no, nonono, no enlightening, shut up! Dream, don't say anything!" George flicked his gaze back and forth between the two of them, squirming as subtly as he could so he wouldn't draw too much attention to the fact that he was yanking at his leg that was still pinned down by Dream. 

"Oh, Sapnap. You're gonna love this, his thighs might be as bad as that rib spot, probably about as bad as his ribs in general, like just… everywhere on them," Dream explained, pressing his hand slightly harder down on George's back to make it harder for him to struggle. The boy in question let out a choked noise when he felt the pressure, pushing up against Dream's hand to try to get him to stop.

"No, nonono, no you WON'T, you will not, because it's not true, Dream, please, shut up," George pleaded, giving Dream his best puppy dog eyes, hoping he would take some kind of pity on him and at least take it easy, if not let him off the hook completely. He turned as far as he could manage, able to prop himself up on one elbow and bend his free leg to the side slightly.

"Sorry, Georgie, my mind is made up." Dream sealed George's fate with a shrug, grabbing George's ankle and starting to pull it back down towards the other one.

"No!" George squealed, yanking his ankle from Dream's grasp and kicking it wildly. He turned further, still up on his elbow but leaning against his hip as well now, kicking at Dream's hand when he went to grab him again and protesting further. "Don't touch me, let me go, get off!" George kicked at Dream's thighs now, trying to push him off his other leg, but he noticed Sapnap had slid off the couch next to him and was now standing in front of him instead. He put his free hand out in front of him, hoping to keep Sapnap away, flicking his eyes nervously between the other two to make sure they didn't try anything. "Neither of you touch me!"

"Ow! Fuck, George, that hurts, stop kicking me!" Dream complained as he grabbed George's ankle again, with a much harsher grip than before, his fingers spread out more and ending up with a few of them pressing hard into the skin above the top of his sock. George gasped, struggling against the hold for a few seconds, whimpering as he couldn't pull away nearly as easily this time.

"NO!" George screamed, all three of them giggling at how ridiculous and frantic he sounded given the situation, but George never stopped yanking at his foot. 

"Sapnap, help me hold him down!" Dream asked through his quiet laughter as he in turn yanked George's foot right back, knocking him off his elbow and hip to be flat on his stomach again, landing on top of his arm. He felt something press against his outstretched hand, looking back over to see that Sapnap was pushing it out of the way.

"No, NO! DON'T!" George yelled, moving his hand back to push at Sapnap again. He tried to prop himself back up, barely pushing up onto his palm before he was shoved down again. It was Sapnap's doing this time, who had reached forward and pushed down on his back between his shoulder blades to force him down flat again. Then, before he could move, Sapnap slipped his hand past the top of his hoodie and cupped his hand over the back of George's neck. He held George's head down firmly against the cushions to keep him in place, his warm cheek pressed against the soft blanket underneath him. George absolutely lost it, squirming as much as he could manage in the compromising position and immediately yelling out protests. "STOP, stop! Let GO, GET OFF ME, NO!" 

"Jesus Christ, George! Chill the fuck out!" Sapnap yelled back, grabbing his still flailing wrist with the other hand and holding it out to the side so he wouldn't interfere with either of their movements. George whimpered again, starting to come to terms with the fact that he really was not getting out of this, and he groaned as he forced another wave of energy to the surface so he could make one last effort at escaping before silently admitting defeat and letting the other two have their way with him.

"Fuck you!" George yelled, barely successful in his thrashing, however he did manage to shove his foot around to kick Dream again– this time, George was pretty sure he managed to hit Dream's chest and stomach a few times, due to the distance his foot went and the way Dream yelled out in response.

"OW, George, what the fuck!" Dream shouted, tightening his grip on George's ankle and tilting his foot upwards. Suddenly, George felt fingers scratching mercilessly at the sole of his foot, wiggling with no sense of direction from his heel up to the spot under his toes and staying there even as George attempted to curl them in to block the attack.

"DREHEHEHEAM!" George bursted into sudden, loud laughter, completely caught off guard by the onslaught of tickling on such a horrible spot. He twisted his foot as much as he possibly could, ripping his arm out from under him to pound on the couch underneath him. He tried desperately to lift his head, or at least turn it further to either hide his face or look Dream in the eyes while begging him to stop, but Sapnap's hold was steady and kept him in place. "STOHOHOP IHIHIT!"

Fortunately for George, Dream did stop, cupping his hand around his foot and squeezing it as tight as he could.

"Then behave yourself, and calm the hell down. Take a breather, George. Chill." Dream punctuated his sentence by moving George's leg again, pushing his leg flat against the couch and moving to straddle both of them at the same time, sliding down from his thighs to sit on the backs of his calves.

"Fuck yohou," George said as he caught his breath, but he still forced himself to relax. He knew by working himself up it would only make him more sensitive later, and he was, unfortunately, very aware of the fact that he was no match for the other two by themselves, let alone together. George tried to lift his head once again, but Sapnap just held tighter, pushing his head down one last time as he watched out of the corner of his eye as Dream motioned for him to walk over and straddle George as well. "I'm nohohohot– I cahan't just… chill when I, like… when I know what– what's coming."

"I know, Georgie, I get it. I promise I'll be careful, okay? I know how to tell when you've had too much, you know I know your limits."

"Yeah, whatever," George grumbled, reaching over and smacking Sapnap's arm when he finally let go of his wrist and his neck in favor of sitting on top of George. He settled himself right on the small of George's lower back, making sure George couldn't move his upper body at all to throw him off, but still giving him enough space to breathe and flail his arms around when the tickling actually began. "Oh my god, Sapnaaaaaap…" George whined when he felt the new weight on top of him, attempting to squirm and wiggle away any way he could think to, but he didn't budge at all, barely moving a few inches the whole time. He couldn't kick or turn over or see past where Sapnap was sitting, entirely at the mercy of the two captors he was supposed to call friends, and entirely helpless to whatever they decided to put him through. "Sap– I– ugh, Dreeeeammm…"

"George," It was Sapnap who spoke this time, resting one hand on George's hip to get his attention. "Is this still okay? We can do this another time, if you want. I don't want you to actually be uncomfortable," He continued, gently messing with the waistband of George's shorts and the hem of his hoodie a few inches away, flicking them between his fingers to straighten them out and switching locations every so often. George's hoodie was still hiked up a small bit, leaving a sliver of his lower back exposed, and Sapnap switched his trailing the nails of his pointer fingers to follow that tiny line of skin, above the waist of George's boxers where they were slightly exposed. He smiled as he heard George squeak and gasp, and watched him arch his back as much as his body would allow him too. Sapnap pulled his hands away, moving them back to George's hips, not wanting to continue until he was given actual verbal confirmation. 

"No. I hate you. This sucks. Get away from me, I'll kill you," George fought back, voice flat until the end where a tiny smile was audible in his words. Dream laughed and rolled his eyes, shaking his head at Sapnap.

"Trust me, he's fine. He's just being a dick, like usual. He's okay with this," Dream confirmed for him, making George scoff and roll his eyes. "Right, George?" Dream said, raising his voice and speaking slowly to make it mockingly obvious that he expected an answer. George scoffed again, not appreciating being spoken to and spoken about like he was a toddler, but he felt the hesitancy in Sapnap's touch where his fingers trailed thoughtlessly over his hip, and figured he should maybe give the boy a break.

"Yeah, this is okay. I'm okay, Sap. Promise. And- and Dream, he… he knows how, like… how to tell if I'm not… so…" George stumbled over his words, and the admission that Dream had done this enough to know his tells somehow felt more embarrassing than admitting he was enjoying himself.

"Exactly right. So relax, Georgie," Dream reassured softly, patting the sides of his thighs rhythmically, trying to soothe George as best as he could. "And let me show our lil' Sap here how to wreck you properly." Sapnap giggled at the affectionate description of himself, scrunching up his nose and shaking his head. George let out another whine, keeping one hand squeezed into the blanket and using the other to cushion his head and hide in again, the same position as he was in earlier.

"Yeah, shut up back there and let Dream explain," Sapnap said harshly, reaching behind him to dig into George's ribs for a few seconds, just to hear George squeal and feel him try so helplessly to squirm away. 

"AH, FUHUCK– WHAHAT THE FUHUHUCK!" George reached back blindly and grappled at Sapnap's hands, but they were gone before he could even touch them, leaving him breathless, fired up, and confused once again.

"Okay, go ahead, Dream. Teach me your ways, Sensei," Sapnap said, pretending to karate chop both of George's hip bones with a small pop of his mouth before resting his palms flat on George's back below where he was straddling. The other two giggled at his dorkiness, but Dream began his explanation anyway. 

"Okay, so, honestly there's a lot of little details to cover, but they all kind of get you a similar result, which is mainly just… screaming, whining, pleading, thrashing, crying–"

"I do NOT cry!" George interjected, horrified and offended by the implications Dream was making.

"No?"

"NO!"

"Want me to make you?" George went silent immediately, curling back into the crook of his elbow and whimpering softly. "That's what I thought," Dream boasted, making Sapnap chuckle again. 

"You're cruel," Sapnap muttered without really thinking, speaking mostly to himself, though Dream heard him anyway. 

"Oh, baby boy, that's nothing. You'll see cruel, don't you worry," Dream continued to act cocky, smirking at Sapnap as he looked up at him with wide eyes and nodded almost nervously. Dream made a mental note to absolutely explore that reaction later. "But anyway, yeah, um… there's very few areas on his thighs that don't get a reaction, so honestly, no matter what you do or how good you are at it you'll get a pretty decent reaction anyway." George grumbled at this information, groaning into his elbow, but not making a move to deny it. He knew it was true, and he knew it would seriously backfire on him if he tried to challenge that fact.

"Awesome," Sapnap mused quietly, trailing his hands down from George's back to his hips again as he listened to Dream talk.

"More specifically, though, nails are fucking killer for him, no matter where you do it. The scratches will get him begging in seconds, here, watch," Dream said as he formed his hands into claws and scribbled his nails up and down the backs of George's thighs, over the material of his shorts.

"No, nonono, Dream do‐OHOHOHON'T NAHAHAHA–!" George screamed out, shoving his face further into his arm and curling his elbow around his mouth to muffle the frantic, squeaky, high pitched laughter that was flowing out of him. "DREHEHEEEEAM!"

"And it only gets worse if you're able to get his bare skin, that's a literal nightmare for him. He can't handle that at all," Dream explained, only stopping his movements after he was done talking to quickly hook his thumbs into the legs of George's shorts and push them half way up his thighs, leaving the bottom part of his boxers exposed. George whined louder, burying his face further into the sleeve of his hoodie as he felt the cool air against the bare skin of his extremely sensitive thighs. Dream pushed them up as well, more gentle so he didn't make George too nervous, and he let his claw hands descend down again until he could scratch unbearably lightly over the backs of his thighs, as well as behind his knees.

"Oh god, oh fuck, oh f-FUHUHUCK–" George's laughter shot up in volume again, cackles and squeals bouncing off the walls of the living room. "DREHEHEAM, PLEHEHEHEASE!" George pleaded, slamming his fist against the couch and letting out pathetic whines and whimpers through his wild laughter.

"See what I mean?" Dream said smugly, giggling at the way he could feel George's legs tensing with the urge to try and move them away from Dream's fingers with no success. "This is another thing that works really well, here, gimme your hands," Dream said, motioning for Sapnap to bring his hands forward. He did, and Dream took hold of his wrists and gently placed Sapnap's hands on the exposed skin on the back of George's thighs, cupping them around the muscle there. George whimpered at the warmth of hands on him again, tensing up, curling his toes behind Dream as he braced for what he knew was coming. "Okay, perfect. Now just squeeze a few times, not hard enough to hurt him but, like… like this," Dream put his hands back on Sapnap's wrists, squeezing around them to demonstrate the proper way to repeat the movement on George's legs. Sapnap nodded and hummed in understanding, and he squeezed George's thighs repeatedly. 

George screamed out, his entire body jolting, then melting into the couch for a few seconds as all the strength left his body, and then he began squirming and thrashing frantically when he couldn't escape the feeling.

"NOHO– SAPNAHAHAP!" George threw his hand behind him to grab at Sapnap, his hand landing on Sapnap's back, telling him he was in the right vicinity. He reached out again, able to get his hand to Sapnap's arm, and he wrapped his fingers around the material of Sapnap's sleeve and pulled at his arm. "STOHOP– PLEHEHEASE!"

"Okay, okay, okay, Sap, let him breathe," Dream said with a few giggles, clearly entertained by Georges suffering, as he tapped the back of Sapnap's hands so he'd pull away. Sapnap sighed in feigned annoyance, squeezing one last time and holding George's thighs with a comforting pressure to calm his nerves down before pulling his hands back. "Besides, he's gonna need a breather before the next part anyway."

"W-what?" George whimpered nervously, his voice raspy and broken from how much his laughter had practically shredded his throat. His breathing was heavy, and Sapnap could feel his chest behind him expanding further with every new breath he took. He spoke again, whiny and frantic, wondering what else Dream could possibly have in mind. "Whyhyhy, w-why, Dreheam, whahahat are you gonna dohoho?" 

"Relax, baby. I promise you'll be okay. I'll make this quick, yeah?" Dream furrowed his eyebrows when he got a groan in response. "Georgie? Is this all still okay, sweet boy?" He asked, hoping to draw a verbal response of positivity from the eldest. Sapnap traced the tips of his pointer fingers in circles over the backs of George's knees, keeping his titters and giggles up but not overwhelming him too much to speak.

"God– yehehes, it's fihine… juhust hurry…" George said, giving Dream the reassurance he needed to get to the grand finale.

"I will, I promise." Dream said with a pat to George's thigh, before he adjusted his sitting position for the final time. He pushed himself off George's legs to only straddle one thigh– the opposite one from before– and he pulled George's now free leg to rest on top of his leg so it was propped up slightly. "I'm gonna use this leg this time. I feel like I tortured the other one enough earlier…" Dream proved his point by reaching back and swiping one finger quickly up the sole of George's foot, reminiscent of his earlier actions he used to subdue George. George yelped and squeaked, curling his toes and kicking his leg out where it rested on top of Dream's. Dream giggled at the reaction, before picking George's leg up again and curling his arm tightly around his calf, trapping it in a headlock. "…so it's only fair to use the other one to make it even," Dream finally completed his sentence, smiling when Sapnap hummed in agreement once again. 

George squirmed, happy that he was able to move a bit more now (even if it was only a tiny bit), but he still whined and grunted and grumbled at the new position. He tried to twist and turn, attempting to slide his leg out of Dream's hold, but exactly how it had been the whole time, he got nowhere.

"I hate this," George complained. "I hate you both."

"George. Shush. I'm trying to learn here," Sapnap scolded playfully, chuckling when he heard George scoff and groan at him. "Proceed," He said to Dream, motioning for him to continue. 

"Thank you, Sapnap. So, obviously the backs of his thighs are pretty bad, but you can't forget the rest of them by any means. Like, dragging your nails up and down the tops of his thighs will make him all shaky and whimpery, it's actually adorable. But if we're gonna keep going with squeezes and shit, above the knee works wonders, I promise you. Here, try for yourself," Dream offered, making sure his hold on George's leg was secure and gesturing for Sapnap to lean forward slightly to get the spot he mentioned. "Just kinda curl your fingers around right here," Dream demonstrated with his own hand, making George squeak again, despite the fact that nothing had happened yet. "Yeah, perfect. Now just squeeze, a little bit more firm than you did with the back of this spot."

"AHAHA, NOHOHO!" George reacted immediately after Sapnap began his squeezing, his laughter getting higher in pitch as the squeezing continued relentlessly. His leg shook and thrashed in Dream's grip, fighting as hard as it could to get away, almost on autopilot, since George knew there was no point in struggling anymore. "OKAHAY, OKAHAHAY, THAT'S ENOHOUGH THEHEHERE!"

"Is it, though?" Sapnap responded smugly, scrunching up his face and furrowing his eyebrows in exaggerated skepticism. 

"YEHEHES, IT IHIHIS, PLEHEASE!"

"Okay, okay, fine. One last spot then we'll leave you alone. Sap, stop for a sec, rub the tickles away for him," Dream instructed, and Sap did exactly that, putting more comforting pressure on the spot and softly rubbing his thumb over it to get the ghost tickles out for George. The man in question was still giggling wildly behind him, and Sapnap was nearly convinced they'd broken him, but Dream seemed confident in the finale and George hadn't shown any signs of discomfort or discontent, so he went along with it. "Okay, one last thing. I saved it for last because it, like… it's really bad, and I wanted to actually be able to show you stuff before we had to call it quits, so, yeah. Fair warning, we literally might only be able to do this for, like… five seconds MAX, because it's so bad for George. I honestly appreciate him even letting me do this without openly trying to bite my head off."

"You're still an idiot!" George yelled from where he was laying, bracing himself yet again for what he knew was coming. "Just get it over with!"

"Okay, yes, you're right, sorry. Sap, the thing I'm talking about is his inner thighs, right? They're, like, crazy sensitive, especially to things like scratching, either harsh scratches or the really light ones, and also raspberries too, but we can save that for another time because even I know that's a lot for right now. Pinches also work super well, just little tiny ones, and all of that stuff works even better if you can get under his shorts to do it– which we're so lucky to be able to do today," Dream smiled, gently tapping his fingers against George's thigh where his shorts were still pushed up and the leg of his boxers still poked out unevenly. George whined, high in his throat, and even Sapnap could tell he was nervous about this part. He gently placed a hand on George's thigh that Dream was straddling, gently rubbing his thumb over his shorts to reassure him that he would be gentle.

"Dr-Dream, I–" George began, his voice coming out squeaky and shy, and he clamped his mouth shut before he continued. 

"I know, baby boy. Real quick, then we're done, okay? This is it."

"Fuck, yeah, mhm… that's okay," George confirmed, reaching behind him to grip onto the fabric of Sapnap's sleeve again. He pulled more this time, until he was able to grab his elbow instead, and Sapnap let the boy pull his arm back until it was in reach enough for George to lace their fingers together. Sapnap nearly cooed out loud, looking at Dream with a wide-eyed, pouty, enamored expression that essentially read 'he is so cute, are you kidding me right now?', to which Dream nodded with his own similar expression. Sapnap squeezed his hand, pulling it back to place a gentle kiss to his knuckles before dropping their hands and letting them rest against the couch, planning to keep them intertwined until George chose to pull away.

"Okay, Sap. If you're ready, just take your pointer finger and thumb and just… pinch lightly, all up and down his inner thigh, like, this light," Dream once again demonstrated the correct pressure on Sapnap's wrist before he began, and Sapnap nodded. Seconds later, he was copying the movement on the pale, exposed skin of George's inner thigh, and the reaction he got was instantaneous. George let out a choked sound, followed by a muffled squeal and loud, hysterical laughter that he was obviously trying to hide by shoving his face into his sleeve again, even though it didn't do much. He immediately thrashed, harder than Sapnap had ever seen him squirm before. He kicked his leg wildly in Dream's grip, slammed his other foot against the couch where his leg was still pinned under Dream, bucked his hips and arched his back all while trying to twist away, and he squeezed Sapnap's hand as tight as he possibly could while twisting his wrist at the same time.

"GOD, OKAHAHAY, STOHOHOP– STOHOP, PLEHEHE– FUHUCK, PLEHEHEHEASE– STOP! STOP, I CAHAHAHA–" George begged and pleaded, his words getting lost to new bouts of laughter almost every time he attempted to get one out. His laughter was hoarse by now, and his gasps for air sounded damn near painful, and Sapnap could still feel how much his chest expanded every time he took one in, desperate for the oxygen as he didn't know when he would have the chance to take in another. "SAHAHAP– DREHEHE– OH GOHOHOD, PLEHEHE–"

"Okay, okay, okay, Sap, stop, he's had enough, he's definitely, definitely had enough," Dream said, batting Sapnap's hand away and laughing openly at how unabashedly George was begging. Sapnap immediately tugged the material of his shorts down and pressed his palm flat against George's thigh, following his leg down as Dream let it rest against the couch again. The room was void of words for a few moments, silent except for George's leftover laughter and sharp inhales and curse words. 

Dream pushed himself off of George and motioned for Sapnap to follow, both of them standing up to give George some much needed room to breathe and relief from having the weight of two fully grown men sitting on him for well over 10 minutes, not counting however long Dream was on top of him alone beforehand. Sapnap turned around to face George as he stood up, resting one knee on the couch next to George's legs and slowly sitting down next to him, then reaching out to rub one hand up and down his back. Dream stepped forward and crouched next to the couch, using one hand to hold onto the arm to keep himself steady and the other to play with George's hair to help calm him down.

"Georgie? Are you doing okay, sweetheart?" Dream asked quietly, tilting his head to try and catch George's eyes, even as they remained closed. "How are you feeling?"

"Mm… mhm," George mumbled, melting into the soothing touches of the other two. "I'm good, really. Just out of breath," He explained with a chuckle, voice hoarse and scratchy. "And exhausted, oh my god, I am so tired," He finished, making all three of them laugh at the admission.

"I know, baby, I'm sorry. You're just so precious, sometimes it's hard to not fuck with you a little."

"That was 'a little', was it?" George snarked, putting air quotes around 'a little' as he quoted Dream. The other man chuckled and nodded, humming out a confirmation. "S'okay, though. Promise." George's voice was even quieter for the last part, almost a whisper, clearly embarrassed to admit it. Dream smiled softly, leaning forward onto his knee so he could press a soft kiss to the side of George's head.

"Good. Now, what do you say we all go up to my room and have a big group nap, yeah?" Dream offered, rubbing his hand up and down George's arm now. George nodded enthusiastically, whimpering at the thought of finally being able to relax and cuddle up to his two best friends.

"Yes, oh my god, yes please," He agreed, already pushing himself up onto his elbow and rubbing his eyes with the heel of his other hand. Dream giggled, glad George was still smiling and happy even after everything they'd put him through.

"Okay, good. What about you, Sap? You in too?" Dream turned his attention to Sapnap, who smiled so wide it made his nose scrunch up a tiny bit. He also nodded, equally as enthusiastically, giggling a little but.

"Yeah, absolutely, that sounds sooo fucking nice right now," He explained, before placing his hands on George's shoulders and leaning over to speak closer to his ear. "Plus, our little kitten is sleepy, isn't he? Poor baby needs all the rest he can get after that. Don't you, kitten?"

"Okahay, shut uhup–" George whined bashfully, bright blush returning to his cheeks as he scrunched his shoulder up and pushed Sapnap's head away. Both boys giggled, and Sapnap stood up, reaching his hand out for Dream to take to help him stand as well, which he gladly did.

George groaned as he turned onto his side, stretching his arms above his head and arching his back now that he was free to move his body again, before relaxing his muscles with a sigh and a hum. Before he could make a move to stand up, however, he felt a pair of arms slipping underneath his knees and back, and suddenly he was hoisted into the air and into someone's arms. He yelped and squealed, his eyes shooting open as his arms scrambled to grab the person's shoulders, and it took him less than two seconds to realize that it was Dream who had picked him up.

"DREAM! What the hell?! Let go, put me down!" George squirmed in Dream's arms, pushing at his shoulders, but Dream just shushed him and squeezed him a little tighter, and George couldn't help but relax in his hold a bit more.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm not gonna make you walk after all that, we're gonna dote on you and give you attention until you fall asleep, okay? Plus, you can barely keep your eyes open, you're exhausted," Dream explained, starting their journey to his room with Sapnap in tow, gently hitting the top of George's foot when he crossed behind them.

"That's not even true–" George tried to protest, but ironically enough he was cut off by a yawn, which he tried to muffle in Dream's shoulder but it only ended up making the squeak at the end more audible and making the other two coo at him. "Whatever. Shut up." All three boys giggled at that, and they finally reached the doorway to Dream's bedroom. Sapnap opened the door for all of them, and Dream walked over to his bed and tossed George onto it, making him scream out his name and fall into another fit of giggles as he bounced on the mattress. "You're such an idiot!"

"I know," Dream said with a wide smile, pulling the covers down the bed and tossing an extra throw blanket on the pillow for later use if anyone needed it. 

They all crawled under the covers– Sapnap nearest to the wall, George in the middle, and Dream on the end– and Sapnap curled up against George's back like he was trying to superglue them together. He wrapped one arm around George's waist and the other over his chest to hold his opposite shoulder, and he pulled him close before crossing one of his legs over George's and nuzzling into the back of his neck. Normally, George would've complained and squirmed and pretended to be angry at Sapnap, but the hold and the warmth and the steady rise and fall of Sapnap's chest against his back was so instantly comforting that George was sure he could've fallen asleep right there. Dream smiled at the two before pushing himself forward as well, crossing his own arm over George's waist and worming it between the two of them. He brought his other arm up to let George rest his head on his bicep, making sure to still have his arm in a way that his fingertips could reach the back of Sapnap's head if it was out straight but the back of George's if it was bent, so he was able to keep contact with both of them. He rested his chin on top of George's head, kissing his head a few times before they all relaxed against Dream's cozy mattress. The room was silent for a bit, before Sapnap spoke up to make one final comment before they went to sleep.

"George?" He said quietly, not wanting to be too loud and startle either of his friends.

"Mhm?"

"I just wanna say thank you for letting us do that. I know that must've been, like… hell. Like, that must've been so hard to endure."

"I mean… y-yeah…" George responded, suddenly shy, reaching forward to fuss with the hem of Dream's shirt to keep himself busy. "But I'm alright, so that's what counts."

"Exactly," Dream agreed, sliding his hand off of George's waist to rest it gently on his hip, patting it as he spoke. "And you did so great, too."

"Alright, shut up, that's enough. Go to sleep."

"And who knows! Maybe one day George will be nice enough to let us do it again, with different spots!" Sapnap said with a hint of hope, pulling George closer by the waist and squeezing him tight.

"Yeah! I mean, I didn't even get to show you this spot, did I?" Dream said as he squeezed three quick times at the spot where George's hip and thigh met, making George gasp and push his hips back against Sapnap behind him.

"DON'T, Dream!" 

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding, I'm not gonna do anything," Dream reassured, patting George's hip again before slotting his arm back around his waist. "We've tortured you enough for today."

"Yeah, you definitely have. Now let me sleep, Dream…"

"Okayyyyy, okay, fine. Nap time."

"Mm. G'night, idiots."

The room fell silent once again, and soon all three boys were fast asleep, curled up in each other's arms, where they were always destined to be.

#yippeeee shes finally finished <3 #lee!george #ler!dream #ler!sapnap #mushies lee!george week #cals writing

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summoned (pt. 1)

hi everyone! it's been a g e s, but we're back! i've been travelling since about May, and definitely thought editing this story wasn't going to take as long as it did. anywho, this is the demon fic that i teased a while back. kinda different from anything else i've put out before. it's inspired by Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett, definitely a book worth reading if you haven't yet. let me know what you all think :)

pairing: lee jihoon (woozi) x fem OC/fem reader

w.c. 2.5k (i'm not sure what i'd classify this as tbh. silly, maybe?)

"You want what?"

"A venti and medium–" The rest of what Jeonghan says gets garbled as he speaks. Not from lack of phone connection, but just because she has no idea what he's going on about.

As she stands in line, her eyes skim over the menu in a vain attempt to find anything similar to what she'd heard Jeonghan say. When she reaches the front of the line, she's still clueless.

So, she tries to sound out the garble in the hopes that this barista can translate.

"Venti and me–I mean, grande, fructi paemoni–nope, pomegranate?"

Before she can see if the man has been able to understand anything she said, she feels all the air sucked out of her lungs. Sound disappears and she thinks she's passed out. When she gasps for air, she looks around to get her bearings.

Time seems to have slowed, not stopped.

Her brow furrows, as she tries to gauge if she's had some sort of early life stroke. On a whim, she turns, about to walk out of the place. But she jumps back at the man dressed in a suit now present in front of her. He has dark hair with an undercut, his hair silky. His skin is fair; his body toned, at least based on the way he fills out the suit. But it's his eyes that catch her attention. They're black, seemingly catching no light.

And then he opens his mouth to speak, and she notices the sharpness of his canines.

Vampire?

"Hello, human. Thank you for summoning me." The man's tone is flat, as if he's tired of giving this speech. "I am not a genie. If you ask anything of me, you must give me your soul in exchange."

The furrow in her brow deepens. "Soul? So, you're not a vampire."

If the blackness of his eyes could get blacker, they do. "I am a demon. You have summoned me."

"You're a what?" She juts her thumb back in the direction of the barista. "I was ordering a drink. I wasn't summoning anything. I was literally about to leave, because I thought I was having a stroke!" She lets out a long breath to reign in her hysteria. "I didn't summon you."

The demon looks confused. When she blinks, there's suddenly a piece of paper in his hand. He recites her name, the time, the date; all of which she agrees is correct. Then the demon recites what she said and she holds a hand up to stop him.

"I did not say–what did you say I said?"

"Veni ad me, fructus daemonium."

"I definitely didn't say that. I said something like venti and medium--grande, fuck, Jeonghan oppa's order. I think he wanted some pomegranate fruit something."

The demon stares in disbelief. "So, you didn't summon me."

"God, no. Wait, can I say 'God' in front of you?" She shakes her head, likely stopping herself from rambling than deciding whether 'God' is appropriate in front of a demon. "Regardless, I didn't summon you. And I don't need to trade my soul for anything."

The demon huffs. His dark eyes go over her once and then to a pocket watch. "Look, I have a--what do you humans call it--a quota of sorts. A quota that needs to be filled this millennium."

"What?"

"Human, I have a quota to fill. A certain number of souls to collect. And it has been a very slow start this millennium." The demon snorts. "Fewer young souls are being given up and He prefers the young ones."

"Sorry, Mr. Demon, I really did not mean to call on you or summon you or whatever." She looks back at the café, where one woman has finally put her cup down and a man has finished pressing the period key on his keyboard. "Have you slowed time for everyone? I don't want to be late for my creative meeting."

The demon tilts his head. "There's nothing you want that you would trade your soul for?"

"No, not really."

"A lover who can't be yours, oodles of money," the demon's perfect brows furrow, blinking a couple times, "fame, eternal youth?"

"I'm… pretty content right now." She swears his eyes turn green; she takes a step back. "Seriously, Mr. Demon, there's nothing I want to trade for my soul."

"Call me…" It's his turn to look around the café for inspiration. His eyes catch sight of the barista's name tag. "Call me Jihoon."

"Uh… you can't just leave?"

The demon's expression deadpans. She thought the expression he'd greeted her with was his deadpan expression. This is a bit more horrifying. "I can't just go back to Him and say 'oh, she dialled the wrong number'."

"I can't just have you following me around," she protests. "Won't you ruin my chances of getting into Heaven or something? Being reborn or whatever happens when you die?"

This makes the demon–Jihoon–chuckle. "If you believe in any of those things, human, then I would assume you assume that the beings or forces that control those things are always watching."

"I… don't know if I understand what that means, but whatever. Mr. Demon, you can't–"

A guttural voice replaces Jihoon's bored tone, and he glows red. "Don't tell me what to do, human."

Another step back.

The two of them stare each other down. She knows that a demon probably doesn't need to blink, and she'll lose whatever stare down this is. And he's told her he won't leave.

"Okay. Fine. Stay. But, Jihoon," she winces at the name, doesn't suit his demon image, "you better be visible to everyone. I'm not going to let you con me into giving you my soul to stop people thinking I'm crazy."

Jihoon blinks in surprise. He hadn't thought of that. "Fine, human. I'll be visible."

"And you can't wear the suit. I only have one friend who wears a suit and he's a lawyer. You're probably not going to go off and finish a law degree."

Jihoon's eyes narrow, and now, she's sure they turn green. "Then, what," he pauses, "do you expect," pause, "me to wear?" This silky voice is more threatening than that demon voice he'd used before.

She tries to brush it off by breaking eye contact. There's a guy in the corner of the café that catches her eye. The man is dressed in a denim jacket with a hoodie underneath, plain jeans, and Converse. She nods at the stranger.

"I'm a demon, not a… a college student." If demons could spit venom, this one would.

"Well, I'm also not a college student, Mr. Demon, but that's what guys I know wear."

In a blink, he's dressed in a red hoodie, black denim and black Converse. "Any other requests?"

Best not to push her luck. "No."

Suddenly, she feels a burst of air go through her lungs and the familiar thrum of the café fills her ears again. It's almost too loud now. She turns to the barista and he's reciting her order.

"I think you're asking for a venti and grande very berry hibiscus?"

She waves her phone over the card reader. "Sure."

This barista, non-demon Jihoon smiles at her. "Great. And the name?"

When she arrives on time to her creative meeting, she slides the drinks across the table to Jeonghan and Seungcheol. She collapses into the seat next to Jeonghan, who addresses the problem she’d nearly forgotten on her rush over.

“Who’s the new guy?” he asks.

She grimaces and looks over at Jihoon standing by the door. The demon stands with his arms crossed over his chest, clearly unhappy to be here.

“That’s,” she clears her throat, “Jihoon. He’s…” She studies the demon, who isn’t inclined to help her come up with a lie. Jeonghan, Seungcheol, and Hansol all wait for her to fill in the connection. “He’s my friend that’s visiting. One of my brother’s friends… that came to the city.” This lie eases the knot in her chest, but why is he here? “He doesn’t know the city very well yet, so I… I said that I would take him on a tour after the meeting.”

Her three friends take a second to process this information, before Seungcheol breaks out into a smile. He leans forward on his elbows, so he can look past Hansol at Jihoon. “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Seungcheol. This is Hansol. That’s Jeonghan.”

Hansol, who is sat across from her, waves in Jihoon’s direction. When he makes eye contact with her, she notices the very slight furrow in his brow.

She shakes her head in response to his unasked question.

Jeonghan doesn’t notice the exchange; if he does, he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he begins the meeting and jumps right into the collaborative contract that she and Hansol are working on. They’re collaborating on a large mural in the city, and the city has just provided feedback on the loose design.

Seungcheol, Hansol’s manager, jots down notes for Hansol.

“So, they want less colour? Why did they choose Hansol then?” Seungcheol shakes his head as he writes.

“They want three colours only,” Jeonghan explains. “Preferably the primary colours in their colour palette.”

“My line work can’t be coloured in with three colours,” she says. “There are skin tones.”

Hansol raises his hand and turns his sketchbook towards the group. He tends to multitask during meetings, which is why Seungcheol takes his notes. “I can just adjust my design. We might not be able to do 3 colours only, because I still want the depth to come through. But I agree, we should keep the skin tones. The whole point of the mural is diversity, and that should be real.”

She looks to Jeonghan. “Can you get them to compromise on skin tone and maybe 6 colours instead of 3?”

Jeonghan makes a note of it in his notebook and then moves onto the next slide.

By the time the meeting ends, Jihoon has his eyes closed, arms still crossed, as he leans against the wall.

“Is he okay?” Jeonghan asks as they collect their things together.

“Uhm, yes, I think so.” She slings her tote bag over her shoulder. “We’ll redo the thumbnails, so that they can choose which set they prefer.”

“They were asking for an earlier deadline, but I told them that would be unlikely with all the things they asked you and Hansol to change.”

Hansol finishes chatting with Seungcheol and motions with his head towards the door. “I’ll walk you home.”

“Oh, that’s–” Hansol’s eyes dart to Jihoon, and she understands the offer. “Right. Sure, okay. That’d be great.”

She wonders if she can just leave Jihoon behind. Do demons actually sleep?

When she meets Hansol at the door, she asks him how his comic is coming along. She says nothing to Jihoon and they walk right out of the room.

Hansol shrugs, glancing at Jihoon, but saying nothing about it. “Seungkwan said he doesn’t like where the story is going.”

“Yeah, but that’s because you’re making it dark,” she snorts. She readjusts her bag. “And you know how Seungkwan is about dark stuff.”

Hansol nods. He presses the call button for the elevator. “I guess that’s true.”

She knows what Hansol’s thinking. “He’ll catch up.”

Sure enough, Jihoon saunters their way.

Hansol reaches for her hand and gives it a squeeze. The elevator door slides open and she squeezes Hansol’s hand back twice.

One initial squeeze asks if you’re okay.

One back means yes; two means unsure; a tight squeeze is no.

Hansol frowns at her, but she can’t explain. While Jihoon hasn’t seemed particularly threatening, he’s still a demon.

Periodically on their walk to the subway, she glances back at Jihoon. The demon keeps his distance, but always seems to have her in his sightline.

When they reach the turnstiles, this is the first time she waits for Jihoon to catch up.

“You need a ticket,” she tells him.

Jihoon nods, refraining from rolling his eyes. “I have it sorted.”

She assumes he’ll do some blinky magic that the turnstile will miss. That is, until she and Hansol have passed through, and suddenly the guard manning the booth comes running around. The two of them turn and see a man holding Jihoon by the arm.

“Sir, you need to pay to get in here.”

The red glow begins to pulsate around Jihoon, so she quickly intervenes. “Sorry, he’s a friend of mine that’s visiting. I think he got confused.” She glances at Jihoon, whose gaze is just as steely. 

Okay, earthly solutions only. Her mind runs as quickly as possible.

“Can I pay you for his admission? We’re only going a few stops.”

The guard glares at Jihoon, but when he turns to her, his expression softens. When she smiles, his face relaxes further. “I’ll let the others know. Where are you getting off?”

When he stalks back to his booth, eyeing Jihoon, she tugs once on Jihoon’s denim jacket. It’s warm to the touch. “Come on, Demon. We gotta go.”

Jihoon’s head snaps down to look at her. “Either put a ‘mister’ in front of that or call me Jihoon.”

She pauses to consider her response. Provoke the demon or let it be.

“Jihoon, when you tell me you have things sorted, please, keep it sorted.”

Jihoon looks as if he’s about to argue, but she cuts him off. Her voice is low, so only he can hear. “If you wanted to take my soul, you would have taken it from me already. So, either I need to willingly give it to you or you need to kill me.”

Jihoon’s expression hardens, but he pulls away.

“Now, come on.”

She catches Hansol’s arm and drags him after her.

“Do you have a boyfriend I don’t know about?” Hansol frowns.

“He is not my boyfriend.”

Hansol checks over his shoulder. The icy stare isn’t directed at him, so he wonders if she’s aware of the look. “Can he hear me?”

“Assume yes.”

“Can you tell me what’s going on?”

“Even if I could explain, you wouldn’t believe me.”

He scoffs. “Do you realize who you’re talking to?”

“That’s how unbelievable it is.”

Hansol lifts an eyebrow, his hand reaching for a bar as the train lurches forward. “Well, now I’m more intrigued.”

“When I figure out how to tell you, I will.”

Hansol catches her fingers and gives her hand one squeeze.

She lets out a breath and squeezes back once.

part 2

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #lee jihoon scenarios #woozi scenarios #lee jihoon #woozi #svt #woozi fic #woozi imagines #woozi x reader