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keeksandgigz · 5 months

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more 18+ smutty thots (minors dni)

I don't know what came over me I was supposed to write an essay and this came out. disgustingly fluffy smut under the cut.

ok so while the idea of being fingered with rings on is really hot, I personally think it's really painful, you just get repeatedly punched in the pussy by like chunky metal. not very hot.

so picture this, Eddie always fingers you with his right hand because it's easier to take off one ring than three, big, chunky ones. He usually puts it down somewhere, maybe on his dresser or his desk, just so he knows he won't lose it.

And he's kneeling on the floor between your legs, getting ready to give you the biggest and sloppiest and the best head of your life. His hair is tied up and his other hand is keeping your thighs spread- now, the bite of those rings on your thigh you don't mind. They're cold and your flesh gets stuck in the gap between the ring and his finger, giving your inner thigh a delicious pinch.

But he's shirtless and he's famished and you notice that he still has that ring on. And he's circling your entrance with his ring and middle finger and as much as you'd love for him to keep going, because he's making you feel so good you have to stop him.

He emerges from in between your thighs, alarmed.

"What's wrong sweetheart? Need to stop?" his eyebrows are curled in a concerned manner, he's worried you weren't enjoying it. Ever the people pleaser.

"No no no, not at all" you huff, there is not enough oxygen in your brain for you to think right now. You stare at the ceiling, hoping that miraculously the words will come to you.

"What is it then?" he urges, giving your thigh a soft squeeze.

"Your um- your ring" you whisper softly, tilting your head towards his slick soaked fingers. He takes a moment to register, looking at his right hand, seeing the small little silver ring on his ring finger.

"Oh shit, sorry sweetheart" he goes to clean his fingers on the duvet of his bed, which makes you wince a bit. He probably won't was those sheets anytime soon.

He takes his ring off, but a malicious grin adorns his face as he plays with it a little, looking at you, still spread open and naked on the bed for him.

"Why don't you hold on to it for me?" he asks, as he reaches for your left hand, placing the slightly loose ring on your fourth finger. Your ring finger.

The thought makes you gasp as he wastes no time diving back into eating you out. His thick fingers spreading you open for him, as the gesture, though small, makes a wave of arousal mixed with utter love and devotion wash over you.

Your moans get louder with the possessive nature of the gesture, he wanted you to be his.

"Yeah? Y'wanna be my little wife?" he says in between licks and sucks at your core as his fingers make quick work of brushing that soft spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. His words only top the whole thing off.

"Oh- sh-yes, Eddie!" and you're not even sure what you're saying yes to. Everything feels too good, from the way his ringed hand is gripping your thigh, to the way his too- big ring burns its way into your skin. His. His little wife.

Your right hand digs at his hair, grabbing and pawing at the soft curls, urging him to fulfill you, a carnal need for more of him. A need for him to have you in any way he can.

His fingers picked up the pace, compensating for your mouth separating from you, chin and nose covered in slick.

"Who would've guessed a ring was all you needed. I put this little piece of tin on your finger and you go insane? Trust me baby, I'll give you the real thing. I'll give you everything you want" he mumbles against the skin of your tummy, mouthing soft praises.

"So good for me, aren't you. Gonna be mine so soon" and the promises of such a certain future make your head reel. His fingers curling inside of you as you cry out, the feeling of him being everywhere on you. Inside and out.

His hair fanning on your tummy as he continues his trail of hisses to the hinge of your knee, your calf, your ankle. The arch of your foot.

Then his hand is on you, brushing stray hair out of your face, cupping your cheek as your moans become lighter, airier.

"You close, baby? My little wife wants to cum for me?" he asks, his mouth against the seam of your thigh, licking and sucking bruises in his wake.

And you can't really speak aside from soft hn! noises and the occasional cry of his name, a prayer above as your walls begin to tighten around him.

"'mclose" you deliver curtly and he smiles, watching the way your cheeks flush, your eyes can't stop rolling to the back of your head.

"C'mon, baby, cum for me" he says, and like a spell has been cast on you, you follow his order, tightening around his fingers that don't seem to be stopping as you ride out your orgasm.

You have to push his hand away, an overwhelmed whine coming out of your mouth as you lay there.

"No more, no more" you chant, laying back as he sits on his bed, laying your head on his lap, caressing your matted and sweaty hear, brushing them away from your forehead as you catch your breath, playing with the new addition to your finger to steady yourself.

"You can keep that if you want. Gonna get you a chain, wear it around your neck" he says, smiling down at you.

"But it's yours, Ed" you squeak out, tired in a post orgasmic glow.

"Consider this an advance. For when I get to put a ring on that pretty finger" he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

And you feel safe, secure. Happy.

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pinkie-pop · 6 months

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"Do Paimons Dream of Floating Sheep?"

Mondstadt: Part I Part II Part III Part IV

Based on this

Featuring: Gender-Neutral Reader, Paimon!Reader, Genshin Impact various x Reader, Yandere Genshin Impact

Word count: 2.7k

Synopsis: Being dragged into the world of your favorite video game is hardly your idea of a relaxing Saturday, and being dragged into the world of your favorite game, taking over the role of mascot even less so. Unfortunately, it seems fate has no interest in what you consider to be a normal day, and it will do anything to replace your idea of normal entirely.

Includes: Drowning, bodily harm, reader is kind of a doormat/people pleaser, reader is described as being afraid of heights,

It's cold.

Your eyes are open, but you can't tell up from down. All you see is water. Water to your left. Water to your right. Water in your lungs.

You are drowning.

Panic rises in your chest, up to your throat, and bubbles out of your mouth as you sink further into the lake. You desperately try to avoid breathing in, but your throat is burning. There’s a pressure sinking into you. You thrash around, desperately searching for a lifeline. For something to grab onto.

Your hand brushes against something sharp, and you, without hesitation, latch onto it. Pain shoots up from your hand to your arm as you grab the object and pull. It hurts, but the pain only makes your grip tighten as you attempt to leverage it, to use it to pull yourself up from the watery depths.

Something reacts to your rugs, and your body is pulled violently upwards. Your hand feels like it’s been split open, but that hardly matters. Not when you’ve finally reached the surface, coughing and retching uncontrollably. Your whole body shakes as you convulse and expel the water from your airways. Finally, it’s over.

You look down at your hand, a fishing hook is lodged rather severely in the skin. There’s blood everywhere, with chunks of torn skin and gashes littering your palm. A grisly sight, to be sure. You look upwards, hoping to see your savior, but all you see is yellow.

A blonde traveler stands over you. Wait, isn't that…?

Are you dreaming?

No, you can't be. The sensation of drowning and the hook lodged in your hand was too painful to be anything other than reality. If this were a dream, the shock to your senses would have been more than enough to wake you up. Then…

A hand waves in front of your face, and you jolt to attention. "Hey—! Are you okay?"

"Oh-! Yes, I'm…I'm okay,” you say, coughing a little. The Traveler sighs.

"You really scared me there. How did you even fall into the lake in the first place?"

"Well…" You look down, avoiding eye contact by fixating yourself on removing the hook from your skin.

It was late at night, with your only source of light coming from your computer screen as you wait for Genshin to boot up. You were tired, but your resin was about to be full, and you still hadn't done your dailies. Finally, the game loads, and you enter, bracing yourself for the incoming white light. It nearly blinds you when it comes, far brighter than usual. Quickly, you cover your eyes to protect your retinas, but the light disappears as soon as it comes.

Carefully, you open your eyes, stumbling backward at the sight before you. You fall on your butt. It hurts, but you pay it no mind.

You’re inside the loading screen. The realization makes you jump to your feet and take a tentative step forward. Like in the game, your path creates itself in front of you, expanding with every step. It stops when you reach a door.

You glance behind yourself, watching as pillars and bridges float around you as the clouds drift about beneath your feet. The rest of the bridge is gone, you realize. There’s no going back. You take a deep breath and open the door.

You’re falling. Hurtling down towards the earth like a comet soaring through space. But you are not a comet, you are a human, a fragile, mortal human. One that could not possibly survive a fall from this height. You try to scream, but no words leave your lips. The silence is broken with a loud splash! as your body hits the water.

You can’t just say that, though.

"...I guess I was just unlucky," you settle on, just as you free the hook from your hand and toss it aside. If Aether noticed the pause you took between answering him, he doesn’t say anything. Good. You’d rather not have to explain yourself, especially when you were feeling so not yourself. “Thanks for saving me,” you say rather abruptly. You realize that you had forgotten to thank him before, perhaps because you were too busy lying to your savior. You feel a pang of guilt, but you ignore it.

“Don’t mention it,” he says, then turns away from you. You pay him no mind and move to wash the blood from your palm. “Say, are you…from around here?”

Ah.

He’s looking for a guide.

That’s too bad. You aren’t Paimon. You remove your hand from the lake and shake the water off, about to tell him that you actually come from a far-off land when the water stills, and you catch a glimpse of your reflection.

You aren’t Paimon. You shouldn’t be Paimon.

And yet. And yet.

You gaze into your reflection. Under a rose-gold halo are white puffs of hair that frame your face, bangs kept at bay with a black hair clip shaped like a diamond. A hand waves in front of your face.

“Sorry,” you say. “You asked if I was from around here, right?” The Traveler nods, a hopeful glint in his eyes. You sigh and look down at your lap. Your white shorts are stained red, but it h ardly matters. “I’m not. I just got here, actually.” You don’t dare to look up; if you saw the desperation on his face, you know you would crack, crumble, and give in immediately.

You can’t. You need to find a way home.

But…do you really want to do that alone…?

You make the mistake of glancing up at the Traveler, nearly flinching at the look of pure, unadulterated disappointment in his eyes.

You falter.

It’s already too late. You hear yourself say, “But!” before you even realize you’ve opened your mouth. The hope in Aether’s eyes makes it all worth it. “I do know a lot about this area. Why? Do you need a guide?”

“You’d be willing to do that?” No, your mind screams.

“It’s the least I can do after you saved my life,” you say, cursing yourself internally. Damn you and your bleeding heart. Why can’t you learn to say no?

Aether lights up, thanking you profusely. He introduces himself, and you do the same.

Ah, fuck. You can’t say no to this cinnamon roll. You have to help.

And you do. You listen to his entire story as he recounts the opening scene of the game, and you watch as he draws the Heavenly Principles in the sand. You watch yourself as you tell him you’ll help him meet the Seven, and you watch the two of you as you head to Mondstadt City, knowing the dragon that lies ahead.

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"The place we're in now is called Mondstadt, but it's also known as the City of Freedom. Its god is the Anemo Archon Barbatos, but, being the God of Freedom, he's not really the one who rules over Mondstadt. Instead, it's the people who rule over themselves," you say, seemingly already adjusted to your role as a travel guide. The Traveler trails behind you, listening intently as you continue your speech.

"The main government is the Knights of Favonius, ruled by Grand Master Varka and Vice Grand Master Jean. Because Varka is currently away on an expedition, Jean has become the Acting Grand Master in his stead. It's just as well. I hear that she's more competent than he is…" You pause, then glance around nervously. If you remember correctly, you're supposed to meet Amber around here somewhere. She probably wouldn’t like someone badmouthing her Grand Master. "Don't tell anyone I said that, though, okay?" Aether nods, and you breathe a silent sigh of relief as the two of you reach the first important landmark in the game.

"Oh! Here, this is a Statue of the Seven, it depicts Barbatos. Why don't you go up and touch it? Maybe you'll receive a blessing!" Of course, you already know what will happen when he touches it, but he doesn't. Aether does as you say and walks up to the statue, granting him the power of Anemo. "The city is just up ahead, but maybe we should test out your new ability first? Hey, look, there are some slimes over there!" Aether nods, making quick work of the slimes.

"Whoa, it's even better in real life…"

"What did you say?"

Before you can answer, a loud, thunderous roar sounds from a distance. You both look up to see Dvalin soaring across the sky.

Right, you remember this part. Next, you're supposed to follow him and meet Venti. However…

"Do you think we should follow it?"

"Are you crazy?! That's a dragon," you say, mustering up the best fearful expression you can. "Let's not bother it." Truthfully, you're not afraid of Dvalin, but in the game, when Paimon and the Traveler follow Dvalin, it doesn't go well. If the two of you avoid this event, then Venti might succeed in purifying his tainted blood, and the Storm Terror incident could be resolved before you even reach the city! You hope so, anyway.

“Let’s keep going, then. The city is just up ahead, right?” You nod, and the two of you begin to make your way down when all of a sudden…

"May the Anemo God protect you, stranger!" You whip your head around—it's Amber! "I am Amber, Outrider for the Knights of Favonius. You don't look like citizens of Mondstadt. Explain yourselves!" Oh, right, she was super suspicious of Paimon and the Traveler when they first met, wasn't she?

“Isn’t that like, super rude? You can’t just walk up to someone minding their own business and ask them to explain themselves. And for what? Because they look like strangers? Xenophobia alert, anyone?” You say, but only in your head. “We-we’re not looking for trouble,” you say, out loud.

"That's what all the troublemakers say." You’re pretty sure everything she’s said thus far has come directly from the game, an unnerving thought that you don’t have time to dwell on because Aether steps in front of you, an uncharacteristically fierce expression on his face.

"That's a rather rude way to speak to guests," he says.

"Oh, ah…You’re right, I'm sorry. That’s probably not something I should say as a knight. I give you apologies, uh…strange yet…respectable travelers."

"That sounded so fake!"

"Do you have something against the type of language usage prescribed by the Knights of Favonius Handbook?!"

"And what if I do?"

"Woah woah woah, hey now, let's not fight… You said your name was Amber, right? Well, I'm [Name], and this is Aether. We all know each other now, so let's just get along, okay? Here, why don’t we shake on it?" You hold their hands together, desperately trying to dispel the tension between the two. Aether’s face seems to soften at your interjection, and he hesitantly takes Amber’s hand in his. Amber glances at it, then at you, before finally reciprocating.

The handshake is brief and unfriendly, but at least they’re not glaring at each other anymore.

"[Name] and Aether, hmm?" Oh, finally, she said something other than what was written for her in the script. You have to say, though, it's weird hearing your name spoken by a member of the cast. Hell, it's weird to hear Aether's name spoken by a member of the cast. "Alright, how about this: I’ll escort you to Mondstadt City right after I wrap some things up here.”

“Wrap things up? Is there anything we can help with?” Why did you say that? Because you’re in a video game, and you’re looking for sidequests? Seriously? She’s gonna think you’re some kind of weirdo who likes offering free labor and–

“Well, I don’t know about that. It’s not really something civilians should be doing.” Your face burns with embarrassment. “But, thanks for the offer,” she says. Then, she smiles up at you and you’re momentarily stunned. You’ve seen Amber in the game and webcomics, but seeing her in real life is something else. She’s beautiful, you realize. Then, realizing that you had been staring, you glance away.

“Oh! Uh, no problem! Just, um, let us know if that changes or, um, something. Yeah.” Way to go, you. Somehow, you always find a way to make things awkward. Amber, the saint that she is, pays no mind to your fumbled sentence and merely nods.

“I just need to take care of a Hilichurl camp, it shouldn’t take long.”

“Hilichurl camp?” Aether tilts his head.

“Yeah, they’ve been more active than usual lately. It’s a good thing you ran into me, it’d be bad if the Hilichurls got to you first.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“Oho, I like your confidence. Let’s see if you can keep it up when you meet these guys, then.”

“You’re on.” There’s a fierce look of competitiveness in their eyes; you feel like you should stay out of this.

As the three of you travel to the camp, Amber begins to make small talk.

“So, suspicious travelers, what are you doing here in Mondstadt?”

“I’m looking for my sister.” You nod, as if to say Yes, and I’m also looking for his sister.

“Oh, looking for family, huh? Okay, after we wrap this up, I’ll help you put up wanted posters around the city!” Just as she said that, the camp came into view. “Okay, here we are. You two can wait while I take care of this.”

“I’ll help. I’m pretty good with a sword,” Aether says, not wasting a single second before jumping into action. Amber does the same, and the two immediately split off to defeat as many Hilichurls as they can. You’re glad you got Aether to practice using Anemo in advance, as he seems to be relying on it in battle.

That’s…odd, isn’t it? Sure, in the game, the player relies on Anemo too, but that’s just how the gameplay works. Isn’t it stranger for the real Traveler to be relying on something so unfamiliar to him? You don’t have any time to dwell on these thoughts, however, because the two of them have just finished wrapping up. The Traveler won, of course, but it was a close match.

“Wow, you’re pretty good!” Says Amber. “Color me impressed. I didn’t know you had a vision.”

“A vision?” Aether asks.

“Oh! Um, a vision is a sort of gem that allows people to harness and wield elemental powers, it’s not super common, so you have to be pretty extraordinary to receive one. Like, um, look! Here, Amber has a vision. The symbol and color indicate that it’s a Pyro vision, that is, a vision that grants the user Pyro abilities, and the golden encasing wrapped around it indicates that she’s from Mondstadt.” You explain hurriedly. Being a guide requires a lot of talking, you realize.

“Wait, you don’t know what a vision is? Just where are you from? Actually, no, forget that. Here, I want you to have this.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a wind glider! Considering you don’t even know what a vision is, I take it you’ve never seen one of these before?” Aether nods, and Amber begins to explain to him how it works. “Oh, [Name], should I get one of these for you too?”

“Huh? Oh, ah, I’m okay. I’ll just leave the adventuring to him.” Actually, you might not even need one. The original Paimon was capable of flying. Does that mean that you’re also able to do that…? You make a mental note to test that later. For now, though, you’ll just focus on the people ahead of you. “Hey, Aether, why don’t you go try it out somewhere?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to?”

“I’m sure. Actually, I’m a little afraid of heights,”

“Can’t be helped then,” Amber says, putting her hands on her hips, then turns to the Traveler. “Here, I’ll show you the ropes. Follow along if you can.” You smile as the two of them take off. Although their relationship started out rockier than the original, you were pleased to see everything else fall into its proper place.

Speaking of things falling into their proper place, it seems that the next major event has taken place.

Stormterror has arrived in Mondstadt city.

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harmoonix · 7 months

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☾ Night Goddess ☽

• Astrology Notes •

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🌃 - Venus/Mars/Mercury in Libra/Cancer/Taurus are the type of people you can get easily get along with, because they are good at making an nice good impression

🌃 - Mercury - Moon/Jupiter aspects can be very wise in talking and always having this nice tone in their voice, they have a pleasant voice

🌃 - Pluto sextile/trine/conjunct Neptune are the good at manifesting things in their life, because they have a rich and powerful imagination

🌃 - Sun aspecting the Moon can be really underestimated, like people tend to make fake scenarios about how these people truly are

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🌃 - Do not force someone with Saturn - Mercury aspects to lie, because they will be always saying the truth even if it hurts somebody, it will be for their own good will

🌃 - Moon/Venus/Sun in the 9th house can really get blessed relationships with their partners, because the 9th house is also the house of fortune

🌃 - Gemini/Virgo or Mercury in the 7th house indicates that the native wants to communicate a lot in their relationships, and aswell with their partners. If they don't communicate they can feel sad about it

🌃 - Chiron in the 10th house or Chiron in Capricorn are very revengeful placements if you mess with their public state, they can end up hating you forever actually

🌃 - Draconic Sun in Sagittarius or in a Sagittarius Degrees (9°, 21°) indicates an soul who travelled a lot, they can be wise when it comes about culture and traditions (To know this placement you have to do your Draconic Chart 🌃)

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🌃 - Draconic Moon at 3°, 15°, or 27° degrees indicates an soul who always seeks for more communication and understanding of the things around them

🌃 - Draconic Sun in Aries or at Aries Degrees 1°, 13°, 25° degrees, is an soul who is here to learn about themselves and to be themselves in the first place

🌃 - Draconic Cancer/Taurus/Pisces in the 7th house indicates an soul who is here to get in touch more with their relationships and partners and of course to be more nurturing

🌃 - For someone who Virgo placements, being clean, healthy, organized and hardworking is holy for them. Because they are very in touch with these things

🌃 - Uranus in the 2nd/7th/8th house can experience being attracted to the same sex (not in all cases but in can determinate that)

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🌃 - South Node aspecting the Moon can be hard to let some things go and can find themselves always looking back in the past

🌃 - South Node aspecting Saturn can find it hard to cope with authorities or with people older than them, like they don't like when the olders came in the picture

🌃 - Saturn aspecting Moon can go numb when they feel pain or they have it low, one thing about them is like you Will never see them crying in front of you. They will always hide it

🌃 - Libra placements (Specifically Libra Moon or Libra ascendant) can find themselves being people pleasers, don't let people to treat you bad and to manipulate you because you don't deserve it at all

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🌃 - Sun in the 8th/12th house can have a complicated relationship with their dad, and it can be mostly because their dad could've been absent pretty much in their lives

🌃 - Venus in Aquarius/Aquarius Risings always dress nice, there is something about their style who stands out and is more prominent on them (Like when you go in a bunch of groups of people these placements can have the type of clothes everyone can stare the most at)

🌃 - Sagittarius/Pisces/Aquarius Placements can also find themselves being attracted to space/planets/the unseen sky, most people I know with these aspects tend to like these things

🌃 - Capricorn Placements (especially Sun/Moon/Risings) had to be responsible and aware from a young age, they always have this "bigger sibling" energy

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🌃 - Aries/Taurus/Cancer Lilith can have an kink for licking/kissing/touching, is like an mix of everything with them, hot and cold

🌃 - Pluto aspecting the ascendant has an energy of the person everyone wants to be like, people will always want to be them

🌃 - Draconic MC in Scorpio or MC degrees in Scorpio, 8°, 20° is the soul who came on earth to experience a lot of evolution in their lives

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🌃Hellooo 🥰 It's a great day to post a full observations post since in the last days I posted only "mini - observations 🌃

🌃 In case nobody told you today, I hope you are fine and loved because you are worth of it, you are loved moon child 🌃

🌃 Have a great day full of love and warm energy to everyone reading my notes 🌃

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vicocaaisha · 1 month

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Baek Harin x Reader Fic.

Synopsis: Being loved by someone who doesn't know how to treat a human being is hard. When Suji transferred, Harin was forced to act on her feelings for you because of being scared that Suji might take you away.

Warnings: Being burnt by cigarette and groping. Most of it is fluff!

You were in Grade F.

You didn't know how this all started. It was back in your first year when the class president, Doah, introduced a game about hierarchy.

You had a lot of friends before. You were the bubbly type of a person; you had a big friend group in your classroom. You were the loud one that everyone adores.

It all changed after that voting, you were in grade F eversince.

Which makes you wonder every day, everyone loves you. You’re a people pleaser, always helping everyone and befriending them, and all of a sudden, no one voted for you. Do your classmates secretly hate you? Or do they think your personality is a facade?

Walking around school felt lonely, but at least no one's harassing you, unlike Jaeun. Poor girl, always been bullied by those who were in the higher rank. But still, you felt lonely. No one's approaching you like it used to be before this game started.

You sighed as you walked up the stairs.

"Y/N-ah" Harin called you. She’s with her minion again, Wooyi. Which makes you tense because Wooyi doesn’t like you at all and stares as if she’s going to eat you alive.

As you can see, no one's touching you even if you're in Grade F. Maybe Harin had specifically told anyone that you're forbidden to be touched. Although, even if you're not getting bullied, you still get tortured by Harin.

And one time, Dayeon kicked the back of your legs and you trampled over the tables because you're very clumsy. Harin saw that, she was fuming in rage. She unexpectedly took you out of the room and cared for your forming bruises. The very next day, Dayeon has bruises on her face. You don't know what Harin did to her.

"You look beautiful today. The cardigan that I gave you suits you very well." She said in a soft voice.

"Thank you." You just bowed down a bit and continued walking.

"I'll see you later at lunch" she chuckled. You don't know what's up with that girl. You just comply with everything she wants you to do because you're just beneath her. Plus, she's spoiling you, and maybe, just maybe, you have a little tiny crush on her.

The two of you were in the chairman's office.

You slightly coughed as you're still not used to her smoking around you. The school’s princess is not that angelic at all. You are glad that she shows you this side of hers. All you can do during this is to stay quiet and read your book because you’re scared that she might get angry at you just like what she tends to do with her minions.

"You're cute, Y/N-ah. Do you know that?" Harin giggled as she blew the smoke directly into your face.

"How about you take off your blouse?" Harin pursues her lips in a small smile as you comply with her request.

You took your blouse off shyly as she eyes you up and down. Now, you're just left in your bras. Harin doesn't like it when you're wearing an extra shirt inside your school blouse.

"You always smell so good for me, Y/N." she said as she held your waist, and her face was very close to your neck.

"ahh..." You whimpered in pleasur---pain as she pushed the burning tip of her cigarette on your shoulder.

She is now hovering over you as you lay down on the couch. Harin is such a strange girl, but you can't deny when she does these things to you, you feel something.

"H-harin, stop please!" you squirmed beneath her as she watches your face. She loves watching you reacting to the things she does to you.

She felt powerful, the innocence in you made her want you more. She doesn't know how to express her fondness in you, instead, she just tortures you.

You embarrassingly moaned, a loud one. You gripped her clothes and shut your eyes.

Harin suddenly pushed you and left you alone on the couch as she walked towards the bin to throw away the cigarette and get an ointment to put it on your burn.

When she heard that sound from you, Harin felt something that she can't explain and instead stopped all what she was doing to you.

That’s the routine both of you had since the game started. Harin is the princess of your class, but when it’s just the two of you that’s another side of her no one knows. You can’t deny it that deep inside you’ve always liked her treatment. You sometimes wish that she feels the same way, too, but at the end of the day you’re just another grade F student that gets stomped on.

It’s been a month since that new transferee came to the school. Her name is what? Suki? Whatever her name is. She was trying to be friends with Ja-eun, she might be plotting something. Harin seems to be bothered by her. About Harin, she’s been distant lately and you kind of miss her presence…

Maybe she found a new toy to play with, Jaeun, because you saw them many times meeting each other at the back of the building of your classroom. The thought of Harin not wanting you anymore makes you sick to your stomach and sad…

Your thoughts got cut off when that transferee girl approached you as you walked home.

“L/N Y/N, right?” you just stared at her. She’s another F ranked student, maybe you could exchange votes with her?

“Uh, hey. What’s your name again?” you cheerfully asked.

“Seong Suji. Do you want to eat at Subway by any chance? I didn’t get to eat earlier during lunch cause you know…” So that’s what her name is, Seong Suji. She’s cute, I can go with her and try to be friends. It’s been awhile since I had friends to hang out with. You thought to yourself.

“Sure!” Both of you headed to Subway making some small talks.

You had a great time talking with her while eating. You like her, she’s a very talkative person too. It’s been a while since you had someone to talk to; talking with Suji feels so refreshing. She also asked you about the game. That night, she asked you to exchange votes so that you could leave grade F, and she also mentioned she wants to end this game. You agreed to help her.

It’s Thursday of the last month. You and Ja-eun agreed to help Suji. You were nervous, and a lot of thoughts were running through your mind, but what makes you nervous the most is Harin. You’re going to miss her treatment towards you.

“Where’s Jaeun? It’s almost time.” Suji whispered to you. You just shrugged.

“We’re going to start the 14th pyramid game.” Doah said, and that’s when Ja-eun barged in. Everyone was shocked that she was going to play.

So it started.

This is it. A fresh start, you’re going to have friends again! You thought to yourself while staring at the screen of your phone. Rank D L/N Y/N with 2 votes. You were glad and hugged Suji.

“I love you so much for this! Let’s eat later outside, my treat!” You almost yelled out of excitement. Now, everyone was just staring at the three of you and you didn’t notice that Harin was staring blankly at your way.

Harin was mad. Not that Suji stole you from her, but also she can’t do the things she used to do to you.

The class is over for the day.

“Hey, Y/N, can you come with me please?” She approached you with no emotions. You were scared and just looked at Suji like you were asking her to help you.

“It’s fine, Y/N, I’ll wait for you by the gate–”

“No need, I’ll walk you home Y/N.” Harin said with a monotone voice as she cut off what Suji was trying to say.

“Oh, alright. I’ll see you tomorrow Suj–” You didn’t get to finish saying goodbye Suji because Harin suddenly pulled you away and towards the back of the school.

It was dawn and dark, you were at the field with Harin as she smoked her last cigarette from her pack. She effortlessly looks so pretty as her hair sways because of the wind. You kind of wanted to kiss her under the moonlight.

“I missed you, Y/N.” Harin said, now staring right through your eyes.

“You avoided me and I was scared that you’re going to snap at me if I approach you.” You gulped, she really looks so gorgeous with just the light from the moon shining at her face.

“Y/N, do you like Suji?” There was a long silence between the two of you, which starts to be awkward for you.

“I do, she’s nice… I get to be myself again, I haven’t had friends for awhile now.” you answered awkwardly.

“Y/N…”

“What’s wrong, Harin?” you asked worriedly.

“Y/N, you’re mine.” Harin kissed you unexpectedly. You stand there in shock, not sure what to do. It feels all surreal and all you could do is stand there as she kissed you hungrily.

You can’t believe this, the classroom’s princess, one and only Baek Harin, is kissing you and not only that she had her eyes on you for a long time now. From spoiling you with gifts, protecting you from being harmed, and all those times that she always compliments you. She just doesn’t know how to express her feelings. That's why she made you fall into grade F so that she can control you and act as if she owns you.

Now that Suji’s in the frame. She can’t stand the thought anymore that someone is trying to steal you away from her. Harin doesn’t care if Suji is befriending Jaeun or even if she has a plan to destroy her little game. What matters the most is you, she loves you.

Suddenly, she bit your lip out of nowhere, which earned a whimper out of you.

“Mmhmp, Harin!” You moaned her name as she groped your chest.

“Stop, please!” You didn’t really know how to react since this is your first kiss and not to mention that the both of you are in the middle of the field of the school. Surely, this isn’t an ideal place to lose your v-card, hey? You want it more somewhat romantic.

“What! Don’t you like me, Y/N?! I gave you al–” You kissed her again to shut her up.

“I like you too, Harin, okay? I’m just shocked that all of this is happening.” Harin just stared at you with that creepy stare again.

“I only like Suji in a friendly way because she helped me to get out of being grade F and…” You got shy all of a suddenly.

“And what?” she replied.

“And… I’ve liked you too, for a long time now. I just thought I was just one of your other toys that you just play with when you’re bored.” and she just blinked with your response.

“You know, you’ve been hanging out with Jaeun instead of me…” you continued.

“No, no. I don’t like her. She just gets on my nerves lately.” she replied with a sigh.

Now that you’re assured she doesn’t like Jaeun. You felt happy and giddy that Harin likes you.

“Are you jealous of Suji?” you said in a teasing manner.

“W-what? No! I just don’t like seeing anyone touching what is supposed to be mine.” She huffed.

“Just kidding, umm… If you want I’ll avoid her. Just don’t leave me on my own anymore. I missed you so much, Harin.”

Harin just hummed and kissed you again. She really doesn’t know how to express what she’s feeling. She just knows that you’re hers only.

“Can I walk you home?” Harin asked as she pulled away from the kiss.

“Of course, love.” Your usage of the pet name causes Harin to blush. She had never felt someone like this before. Let’s hope that she doesn’t manipulate you if there’s a conflict between the two of you.

First time writing a fic, guys! Please comment a request if you'd like! I've been obsessing with Baek Harin for a while now 😩.

#baek harin x reader #baek harin #jang daah #pyramid game #sung suji #pyramid game x reader #jang daah x reader

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jaspvids · 1 month

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The Diagnosis Of David

Disclaimer: I am by no means a mental health professional. This is just a meta-analysis.

What do we think of when we think of David?

His values of kindness. Optimism. Hope. Conviction. Passion. His drive to do his best every single day. The way he always makes an effort to reach out to others.

But also:

Attachment issues. People pleaser. Rose-colored glasses wearer. And at times, though the fandom doesn’t want to acknowledge it — Selfish. Unstable. Rude. Hypocritical. Kind of a dick.

See this video I made;

He’s complex, so let’s try to unpack him, and figure out what he’s got going on under that floof.

On David’s Childhood

David has been through a number of traumatic events in his childhood, most notably:

Witnessing Jasper fall to his near-death.

Finding Jasper, and being almost mauled by bears during the escape.

Clown school was apparently very bad, given the flashback-like reaction he had when it was mentioned. I’m unsure of his age when this occurred, however.

The fight with Jasper at the cave before they parted ways.

Losing Jasper. He says Cameron told him he was picked up by his parents, but I’m not convinced it’s not just his mind trying to erase painful memories.

As far as what we don’t necessarily see in the show, but can infer, David’s father was either not present or not great. He dreamt Cameron was his real father, as seen below.

And we all know Cameron is an awful father figure to begin with.

Yet, that’s better to David, apparently, than whatever he had at home. Which implies it was likely a pretty bad situation.

This can also be backed up by his attachment to the camp — growing up (and even now) it seems to be more of a home to him than his actual home.

That’s a home that hasn’t ever been mentioned, by the way. Contrary to Gwen, we know absolutely nothing about his family. He hasn’t talked about them once, if I recall correctly.

David is often open with emotions, if not wearing his heart on his sleeve. So why would he never mention his family and home?

We know why.

Even as an adult, he has retained this attachment to Cameron (who has in turn, continued to use this attachment to his benefit). He gets very excited about helping Cameron change in “keep the change” — because he needs to believe people who hurt him can get better. Otherwise, it’s too painful to bear.

The Loss Of Jasper

Part of his childhood, but significant enough to warrant its own section.

Jasper and David had a very interesting relationship. We’ve seen in the past that David was pessimistic, foulmouthed, and hot-tempered, directly compared to an optimistic, peppy, popular Jasper.

But then Jasper saw Cameron’s real self, and David received a modicum of praise for what was likely the first time based on his reaction. And so, they basically did somewhat of a switcheroo.

(David takes on many traits of Jasper after this experience, showing that he does admire him at the end of the day. I believe these traits are the foundation of David’s many masks.)

Despite the whole shebang, further episodes show us that they form a strong bond (or maintain one, we don’t know what happened before the first Jasper and David episode.)

What makes this friendship especially crucial in David’s development is that I believe Jasper was the first person to truly stand up for David.

David is, as we have seen, easily manipulated. Jasper picks up on this, and knowing Cameron’s just trying to use his best friend, tries to take Cameron down.

Jasper essentially died trying to protect David.

If Jasper hadn’t died, I don’t think David would have ended up as gullible and dependent as he is. If he had the more rational and realistic Jasper by his side during the rest of his developmental years, I believe things would have ended up much, much differently.

With Jasper’s death, there seems to be nobody else at camp who knows of Cameron’s crimes, or possibly, doesn’t want to speak out about them. Nobody to stand up for him. Nobody to redirect him.

So there’s nobody to stop the unhealthy-attachment-train from picking up speed.

Cameron And David’s Relationship

Cameron is manipulative and abusive towards David. This even becomes physical:

Despite this, David continues to idolize him as is seen in many cases of abuse. He works his ass off maintaining Cameron’s camp. Cameron’s approval makes or breaks him, because this is the man he sees as a father, unfortunately.

In addition, David is unable to let go of the hope that Cameron can change, because he’s convinced himself that deep down Cameron is still “good”, based on his skewed perception of him. And we all know how that ended.

But as Diane from Bojack Horseman once said —

And that is David’s problem — he wants so much for there to be a “deep down”, that there will be a day where Cameron showers him with praise and throws signed adoption forms at him, etcetera.

He judges Cameron not on who he actually is, but who he wants him to be. And so, the unhealthy attachment remains.

(Which is, of course, incredibly destructive to his mental health.)

Other Things We Know About His Mental Health, From Canon

We know he takes meds.

We know he has (sometimes dissociative) panic attacks.

We know he has been seen to suddenly snap, even to the point of violence.

My Final Conclusion: C-PTSD

(As the trauma has been not just one event, but many over the course of his life, and among other reasons, I believe CPTSD fits better than PTSD.)

David meets much of the criteria, most notably:

Lack of emotional regulation

Dissociation

Flashbacks

Anxiety

Guilt and shame

Distorted perception of abuser

Relationship difficulties

Okay this was long I’m tired good night.

#camp camp #camp camp david #cc david

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euphemiaamillais · 2 months

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put me in a movie — roommate!snowjanus x reader

on a rather boring friday night, you decide that you can't just sit around with your roommates (boyfriends) and watch a boring movie... with your persistent whining, coryo decides you might just have to make one of your own

cw: 18+//threesome//piv sex//blowjobs//exhibitionism//backshots//degradation//coryo filming them fuck!//throuple goals <3

an: sorry it's been so long guys, i've been exhausted and too lazy to finish any of my drafts, but i hope you enjoy this one ;) i had to give you another roommates au!

the movie the boys had put on was terribly boring—coryo fancied himself something of a film connoisseur, but you knew that really, all he did was write long-winded reviews on letterboxd about godard films, that nobody read. sejanus was too much of a people-pleaser to say no to whatever either of you wanted to watch, so you were forced to sit through all two hours of fight club.

you were yawning twenty minutes in, never much one for the films that coryo enjoyed—you preferred anything with hugh grant or colin firth, which coryo gave you so much shit for. you knew that there were better things you could all be doing this friday night, and the nagging heat at your core was an indication of that.

about halfway through the film, you managed to nestle yourself into coryo’s lap. you rubbed your ass against his crotch, but he was so engrossed in the movie that he moved you off his crotch and back to your spot on the couch.

‘coryo,’ you whined, clambering back on top of him and peppering kisses across his face.

‘stop,’ he scowled, shoving your pawing hands away.

you frowned, turning to glance at sejanus who seemed a little less engrossed in the film than coryo, and so decided that your best bet at relieving your tension was him. you pressed a kiss to his cheek, and his eyes flickered over your features; drawn into a look of desperation.

‘sej, i’m bored,’ you murmur, straddling his lap, both sides of your thighs pressing against his.

‘yeah?’ he cocked a brow, still trying to peer at the movie past you.

you let out a heavy sigh, bubbling with vexation at their ignorance of you. why were they more interested in the movie than you? when you were so needy… normally they’d be over you in an instant, one of their hard-ons pressing against your thigh or poking against your ass.

‘i need some help,’ you whimpered, grinding your clothed cunt against his crotch.

‘baby, i’m trying to watch,’ sejanus’ hands grabbed at your waist, attempting to move you off of him, but you continued to rut your hips against him.

you knew it wouldn’t take long for sejanus’ body to respond, even if he cared more about stupid fight club than his hot roommate grinding on him. you peppered kisses down his neck, fighting his attempts to fend you off. a low groan escaped his lips as you ran your teeth across his pulse point, and you found that he was finally beginning to be receptive to your movements.

‘please sej, i really want to suck your cock,’ you pleaded, moving off of him and sliding to your knees.

you tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants, the bulge of his hard-on visible. your mouth watered as you slid your hand under his boxers to palm at his cock. sejanus moaned at the feeling of your cold hands stroking his throbbing cock, and figured he couldn’t just say no.

coryo’s lips were drawn into a scowl, and he pressed pause on the film to cast you a disgruntled glare. you’d distracted him from appreciating this fine piece of art—you were totally going to ruin the vibe for his letterboxd review.

‘sej, she’s being a brat,’ coryo snapped, wrapping a firm hand around your wrist.

‘ouch,’ you pouted, but he wasn’t pressing hard enough for their to be pain.

coryo rolled his eyes, but decided that if you were really going to act like such a desperate whore, he ought to take advantage of it. he used his free hand to pull out his phone, and his features flickered into a look of slight amusement.

‘if you’re going to distract me from the film, ‘spose i’ll just have to make one of my own.’ coryo grinned, pulling you back onto the large sofa.

you felt the heat continue to pool at your core, being manhandled by him, and moved your other hand to continue palming sej—the poor thing hadn’t said a word but you could see a dark patch forming on his boxers that indicated his tip was leaking.

‘coryo, what are you-’ you were silenced by his fingers deftly rubbing at your inner thigh, causing a soft moan to escape your lips.

‘come on, show me how you suck cock,’ he commanded, putting the phone in your face.

your eyes were stretched wide, but you nodded, moving so you were on your knees and elbows, head facing sejanus’ crotch from the side. your ass was now in coryo’s face, and he let out a delicious groan at the sight of it—your skirt had managed to flip up, revealing the fact that you were wearing a tiny pair of lace panties.

‘fucking hell, sej, wish you could see this,’ he tutted, moving the phone camera so he could film your pussy.

you let out a whine as coryo’s fingers pulled your panties to the side, exposing your wet, clenching hole. he ran a teasing finger over your slick hole, sending your eyes back. your hands were curled around sejanus’ hard cock, but coryo was distracting you too much to allow you to follow his orders.

‘coryo, please,’ you mewled, attempting to slap his hand away.

‘come on, princess, you can do it,’ he said sternly, guiding your head down.

you obliged, and began to swirl your tongue around the tip of sejanus’ cock. he let out a heavy sigh, hand reaching out to grasp at your hair. you licked up the trickles of precum that were coating his shaft, the sound of your mouth popping sending shivers down sejanus’ spine.

coryo had ceased his teasing for now, instead focusing the camera on you and sejanus. he loved how humiliating it was, forcing you to suck sejanus’ cock before the camera, the threat that he could do anything with that video looming over your head. however, the thought of that was what egged you on—it wasn’t as if you hadn’t been filmed before. you’d always let sej and coryo film you when the other one couldn’t be there to share the fun.

you took sejanus in your mouth now, lips stretching around his thick shaft. coryo laughed a little, enjoying the way your eyes began to water as you pushed sejanus further down your throat.

‘fuck, baby,’ sejanus groaned, cock twitching in your throat.

‘such a slut, taking sej’s cock like that,’ coryo taunted, giving your ass a slap.

your knees buckled slightly, but you kept bobbing your head up and down sejanus’ cock, tongue laving at the sensitive veins that covered his shaft. coryo felt himself harden at the sight, the way you were gagging as you attempted to take sejanus all the way. he loved how no matter what, you were always gagging on the both of them—sej because he was so thick, and coryo, because, well, it wasn’t like you could take all eight inches down your throat.

coryo’s free hand reached to rub at his cock until it was fully erect, until he slowly tugged at the waistband of his pants and boxers to free himself. he moved the phone to show off his big, hard cock, laughing to himself as he began to rub it against your ass.

he slapped the tip of his cock against your ass, watching as you whined around sejanus’ shaft. sejanus let out a breathy grunt as your whine sent a shock of pleasure through his body. your fingers moved to grasp his balls, playing with them softly as you tongued the tip of his cock.

you giggled, eyes stretched wide with a dumb look in them, saliva trickling from your lips as you sucked at the head of his cock. coryo ran his cock through your soaking folds, shaking his head in disbelief at how wet you were.

‘fuck, so fucking wet, huh? getting off on being such a little slut for me?’ coryo cajoled, pressing his tip into your tight cunt, feeling you stretch around him.

‘can’t even speak your mouth’s so fucking full with sej’s cock,’ he spat, sliding his cock back out, earning a whimper from you at the loss of pleasure at your achy core.

‘so close baby,’ sej managed to spit out as you pushed him back down your throat, fingers still deftly grasping at his sensitive balls.

coryo saw his chance to send you over the edge and slammed his cock all the way in, focusing the camera on the way your back arched as he entered you. he couldn’t believe how much of a slut you were being, letting him film you taking two cocks.

you moaned against sejanus’ cock as he twitched again in your mouth, his hips bucking with desperation. a grunt escaped his lips, and his head rolled back in pleasure, cock releasing its pent up tension. hot spurts of his cum spilled down your throat as you sucked him to his release.

when you pulled off his cock, you swirled your tongue back around the tip, licking up all the spend and swallowing it prettily. sejanus smoothed back your hair gently, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. you gave him a sweet smile, but the way coryo was beginning to pound into you proved awfully distracting.

‘being too sweet to her, sej, when she’s a whore,’ coryo mused, cock stretching out your tight, wet cunt.

your eyes rolled back, toes curling with pleasure as he took you from behind. your skin danced with warmth, turned on by the fact that coryo was filming you in such a vulnerable position. the way you held your pert ass just so for him, your pretty pussy just waiting for him to enter it—god, he too felt his own release coming on.

‘fucking slut,’ coryo slapped your ass, and gripped the firm fat of your cheek between his hand as he drove into your cunt.

‘so good!’ you gasped, feeling the rigid veins of his big cock pushing against your tight walls.

sejanus watched as he began to stroke his now soft cock to hardening again, getting off at the very sight of you with your face beginning to press against the soft seat of the sofa. coryo grasped a handful of your hair, pulling you back up with a rather forceful snap.

‘keep your head up, fuck!’ he grunted, snapping his hips against your ass.

‘can’t, coryo,’ you whimpered, cunt clenching around his huge, throbbing shaft.

your body was overcome with pleasure—he wasn’t even touching your clit, the simple feeling of his cock pounding into you was enough to send you over the edge. your mouth stretched around several pretty moans, your eyes fluttering open and shut as the sound of your wet cunt taking him echoed across the room. coryo was going to love watching this back when he was horny.

‘such a good little whore, taking my cock,’ he praised you, tugging at your hair again, loud enough to elicit a whimper as your scalp begin to tingle.

‘you gonna cum for me?’ he inquired, hand moving to rub at your ass cheek.

you were surprised at his gentleness, and nodded, but your hopes of him being sweet dissipated when his hand smacked your ass firmly. you mewled, body rearing back as pain and pleasure mingled. you were so, so close, clenching around him as he thrust deeper, tip poking at your cervix.

you let out a haggard breath, and felt yourself unfurl, slick gushing around his cock. coryo shook his head with a groan, moving the camera so it showed your milky arousal coating his shaft.

‘look at that, so fucking wet for me,’ he grinned, continuing to pound you, your tight hole clenching wetly around him, a slick ring forming at the base of his cock.

sejanus was close again too, and you smiled at him as you took coryo’s cock, lips wet with drool from how deep coryo was burying himself inside of you. his cock pulsed ever so slightly, and you could tell that he was near to his release.

‘i want you to cum inside me,’ you whined whorishly, but coryo pulled out before you could finish begging for him.

‘nuh uh, sluts don’t get to be filled up,’ he laughed cruelly, beginning to stroke his cock with his free hand. ‘gonna cum all over this pretty ass. you’d like that, wouldn’t you?’

he was taunting you, cock pressing against your now red cheeks—hand prints visible as a reminder that this was a punishment, and you didn’t get a say when you’d decided to distract the two of them during the film.

‘fuck!’ coryo sighed as he came.

his pearly cum spurted out against your ass, trickling down to your lower back as you arched a little at the sensation. he let out another bemused chuckle, watching as sejanus came against his stomach, the pathetic look on his face clear to the both of you.

coryo put the phone down, and pulled you into his lap, uncaring that your ass was covered in his hot, sticky cum. he pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to your lips before gazing at you with his baby blues.

‘next time, you’ll know better than to disrupt me when we’re watching a film.’

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perpetuallydaydreaming · 1 year

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stop flirting with the nurse, it’s embarrassing.

it’s hard to act cool if james’ beautiful, hot nurse can hear his heart rate.

tags: james potter x gn!reader,, modern au,, hospitals,, nurse!reader,, remus pov,, melodramatic sirius and peter,, fluffy,, crack(?),, short around 1.3k wc,, no mentions of y/n

a/n: contrary to the title, there are no flirting just james being awkward lol,, i have no idea about the process of how vital checking goes sorry,, finding photos for this probably took longer than writing the fic itself rip.

it is to be noted that remus, resignedly, accepted it was only a matter of time before james got hospitalized for his recklessness.

now, with sirius and peter on either side of him, they wait for james to gain consciousness from his surgical procedure. it was a minor one, hardly one that needed 24/7 surveillance that sirius begged him to be a part of nor is the blubbering phone call from peter about james dying. the doctors even said he could be discharged the same day, if he woke up within the hour or so.

but remus is nothing but a people-pleaser. so, he stayed to watch over james as sirius requested and comforted peter that their loud, obnoxious (/fond) friend will wake up soon.

the room ridiculously quiet, a word rarely used as an adjective if they were involved, but it was. the only sound in the room, is the constant slow stream of the heart monitor and james’ soft breathing. remus can attribute this peace that the unnecessarily frantic and ballistic duo has now gone to sleep on the hospital’s stiff couch.

your head poked in first through the curtain before offering the gentlest smile and a silent request for you to come closer. you had been nothing but kind and attentive, to the point you were somewhat spoiling his overdramatic friends and their bemoaning about death and pain.

acknowledging their concerns with facts, reassurances, and empathic smiles. though he couldn’t miss the twitch of your lips as you try and stop, what remus imagines is a bellowing laughter at their dramatic reactions over james’ “demise.” not that remus blames you if you did let out a little laugh, it was getting theatric for a simple, small, and successful surgery. but he understands that professionalism comes first, such reactions might not be appropriate.

“well, everything seems fine here. your friend should be waking up anytime soon, if he does, don’t hesitate to ring us over so we can have him checked and he can be discharged. but before i leave the room, do you want me to do anything for you, any questions or concerns?” you say, voice gentle and firm

“no, we’re good, thank you.”

you nodded and gave a pretty smile, “okay then.”

you adjusted the curtain to close it fully, giving a stirring james and the sleeping visitors some privacy.

it wasn’t long before james woke up, groaning and stretching as if he had just been napping. albeit, a little delirious still, from the anesthesia no doubt.

he had opened his eyes now, unnaturally drooping and hazed, remus reached over and thwacked sirius and peter on their heads, “james’ awake.” he hums, giving nothing but an innocent looking smile as they glare for their rude awakening.

any sort of complaints from the smack quickly died out when they saw james, crowding over him and hugging him as if he’s been gone for 3 years and not 3 hours.

peter grabs james’ hands and recounts his experience of how he heard the news (from a text). at the same time with sirius exclaiming,

“oh, i’m so relieved you’re alright!” sirius cries, cradling james’ head to his chest, nuzzling through the knotted mass of curls to which remus only rolls his eyes at the theatrics of it all.

leaving remus no choice but to call you back into their section and have him checked for the last time.

“i’m fine,” james rasps, giving a sleepy smile and sluggishly patting both of the melodramatic thespians as comfort.

he looked fine, his hair no doubt knotted, his lips cracked dry but still rosy-cheeked.

when you arrived, sirius and peter have behaved themselves to sit down on the chair beside james’ bed. you slid the curtains fully, letting the light into their area. the fluorescent lights behind your head creating a soft halo as you kindly smile at james.

he looked to be stuck in a dazed trance. eyes still drooping but wider than when he first woke up, mouth slightly open, and body seemed to be frozen in place.

at first, remus thought of this due to the lingering effects of anesthetics but heard james’ heart rate steadily increase in speed.

the beeping machine seemingly louder now than before.

“hello, james. how are you feeling?” you hum, walking to go near him to do your routine check up.

the beeping seem to have picked up in speed as you neared his bed.

remus looked to the others to see if they noticed. the three of them, doing their best to cover their mouths to muffle their laughter.

“..’m fine..” james mumbled, starry-eyed gaze stuck to your face as you check his file and vitals.

“no pain? or headaches? any discomfort?” you ask, jotting down notes.

“jus’ perfect. ” he said, sounding a bit breathless.

the beeping was just going incrementally faster, the nearer you go to him.

you look at the monitor, face looking confused and worried all the same. “is it okay if i touch you? i’m just going to check on something really quick.”

the beeping stops for 2 whole seconds before continuing its raging beats. by now the three boys are having a field day, face red from the silent laughter and disbelief.

his heart literally skipped a beat, what even is this guy really? remus amusedly thinks to himself.

james couldn’t seem to say anything but give a measly nod. you grab your stethoscope, and listened to his raging heartbeat to see if anything was wrong. but james’ heart rate just seemed to have gained more momentum as you gently place your hand on his shoulder.

you move away, and slowly the heart rate slowed down, but still fast enough that you looked at him in slight concern.

“your heart rates a bit fast,” you noted, looking straight at him.

james’, oh sweet james, cheeks bloomed a glowing red and bashfully looked down.

you wrapped the stethoscope around your neck again and gave him a sweet, reassuring smile, “but other than that, everything looks to be in order. i’ll bring over the papers you have to sign and then you guys are free to go.”

when you finally walked away, james heart rate seemed to slow down to the normal speed once more. lolling his head to the side, as he groans in utter embarrassment and self-loathing.

“what is wrong with me?” he groans, cheeks still aflame.

sirius smirks, “your usual weakness to utter babes, that’s what.”

“your heart was going so fast i thought it was going to pop.” peter gushed laughing.

james playing with his starchy blanket, muttering lowly, “you think the pretty nurse heard that?”

the boys snorts out a laugh,

“i think the whole bloody hospital heard it mate,” remus cackled.

you came into view again, attending to another patient checking their vitals. offering the same kind of glowwy smile you gave them not a minute ago.

and because james just loves torturing himself, his gaze lands on you again. the same dazed look, body frozen but his eyes actively following your every move. the boys heard his heart rate—the beeping sounds picking up again.

this time sirius couldn’t stop his bark of laughter, causing you to look over them, curious.

your gaze connecting with james for a solid second.

they heard the monitor give another long pause before resuming its fast beeps. remus shook his head laughing, telling you not to worry.

you give remus a small nod, before looking over at his flustered friend, giving james a smaller, but somehow the sweetest smile you showed all day and abashedly looking away.

and james looking undeniably enamoured by your brief exchange. letting his tongue wet his dry lips as a giddy, rather boyish smile erupts from his face.

hopefully, this doesn’t give james more reason to be reckless and get himself admitted to the hospital more often. but if he does, at least it’ll be a funny story.

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idk if you wanna do this but stepcest smut wth ethan landry and reader??? xx sorry if it’s to much

Hiiii! This is the longest thing I've written so far! I hope you like it, I love to build up a story lmao

Pleaser - Stepbrother!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Part 2, Part 3

Summary: Your stepbrother is getting sick of your innocence facade after seeing the real you.

A/N: I know this won't be everyone's cup of tea, and that's fine. But I've had a few requests like this, so I wanted to write something for the people that are into it. lol, it's 3.6k words, ya girl's been working on this for HOURS.

Your stepbrother is a pain in your ass. Not that you’d admit it out loud though, because your mom thought you were always sweet all the time. You never complained, never acted out, never did anything you shouldn’t.

Ethan saw right through your “Act” as he liked to call it, after running into you at a house party when you’d both graduated. He saw you in the corner, sipping a mixed drink as some loser was trying to get in your pants. He nearly choked on his drink when he saw you go upstairs with the guy, and he immediately felt the jealousy wash over him.

Since then, around your mom and his dad, he’s never made it seem like you were anything other than the narrative you created. When the two of you were alone, though, he loved to do things that made you squirm in your seat. Like the day he was hard as a rock in his grey sweatpants, walking through the kitchen as if nothing was wrong. Or the time he came into your room to ask you a question, wearing only a towel that was hanging lowly on his hips, the water droplets from the shower still on his chest and shoulders. You could never forget the time his hand trailed up your thigh at the dinner table as he was having a normal conversation with his dad, and dirty thoughts ran through your head. After that night, you decided that he needed to sit across from you instead.

He knew you thought he was attractive, and how awful you felt for feeling that way. You’d kind of hoped your mom wouldn’t marry his dad, because you had a crush on him before the night you were introduced to your mom’s new boyfriend and his son. He felt the same way, as he eyed you from across the table that night. Before you knew it, they were engaged, then married.

You had this hot stepbrother move in a few doors down the hall from you, so your innocence act was upped a few notches, hoping that would deter him from trying anything with you. It worked for a while, but after that party, it all went up in flames.

“Hey, sweetheart. Wayne and I want to go on a little weekend trip since we didn’t go on a honeymoon. Do you think you’ll be okay here with Ethan while we’re gone?” Your heart pounded in your chest as your moms’ words as you sat at the dinner table.

“Yeah, I hope you two have fun,” you said, a fake smile plastered on your face to hide how nervous you were.

“I’m sure we can find plenty of things to do,” Ethan said, a smirk playing on his lips. You kicked him under the table, the pained look on his face making you smirk right back at him.

“I’ll leave money for takeout and whatever you guys might need. We’re going to drive up tomorrow night to beat the traffic,” Wayne said, not noticing the interaction.

“Okay, cool. I’ll keep the place clean while you’re gone,” you said to your mom, as Ethan rolled his eyes.

After dinner, you offered to do the dishes so your mom and new stepdad could pack for their trip. With the dishwasher being broken, Wayne volunteered Ethan to help you dry them.

“Do you always have to be such a kiss ass?” he asked, drying a plate and putting it in the cabinet in front of him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, as you scrubbed food off another plate.

“You’re always trying to please people, it’s annoying,” he said lowly, as his dad popped in the kitchen to grab his extra phone charger.

You exchanged smiles with Wayne as he grabbed it and walked back out.

“Like that! You always try to make it seem like you’re this innocent person, but I know you’re not,” he said, taking the plate from you.

“I still don’t know what you’re getting at, Ethan.”

His eyes grew wide as he started to get frustrated.

“Quit playing dumb, I know you’re into me, too. I know you think things about me that you shouldn’t. I see right through you, baby.”

You dropped the fork you were washing back down into the sink and grabbed a towel to dry your hands.

“You finish the dishes, asshole.”

Your words were quiet enough for only Ethan to hear you, but they were full of venom. He started to laugh to himself as he stood in front of the sink, finishing the dishes.

Later that night, you were still mad. Ethan was intentionally trying to push your buttons, and if he was going to play dirty, you could too.

When you finished your shower and walked out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, you heard Ethan walking behind you. You smirked to yourself as you accidentally dropped your phone on the floor in front of you.

You bent over in front of him to pick it up, flashing your exposed pussy to him. He stopped in his tracks as he took in the sight, feeling himself getting hard.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were behind me,” you faked embarrassment as Ethan muttered ‘Slut’ and walked around you.

“What was that?” you asked.

He turned and stepped towards you. You were backed against the wall in seconds.

“Don’t start shit you don’t want me to finish,” he whispered in your ear as he towered over you.

Your breath hitched in your throat as your wetness started to reach your upper thighs.

He backed away and smiled sweetly at you. “I’m going to get some water, you need anything?”

You probably should’ve asked for water too, considering how dry your throat instantly got. You shook your head, as you walked into your room.

“Goodnight, sweet dreams,” he said, as you sat down on your bed.

Sexual frustration was coursing through your veins as you sat there. You were almost disappointed that the interaction didn’t go like you’d hoped. You wanted to tease him and go about your night, feeling like you had the upper hand, for once.

The next morning, you decided to go to a friend’s house while your mom and Wayne were at work. You needed to be as far away from Ethan as possible. You didn’t even want to think about him.

“So, how are things with the hot stepbrother? Is he still single?” she asked, the suggestiveness in her voice making you a little jealous. So much for not thinking about him.

“Uh, I don’t know. We don’t talk much,” you said, turning your attention to your phone.

“Well, if your parents are going out of town, maybe I could come over and get to know him,” she smirked, as you rolled your eyes.

“Ethan’s dad isn’t my parent. And we’re not supposed to have people over,” you lied, making her huff.

“Do you always do what your mom asks?”

You started to get mad. First Ethan was giving you shit, now her.

“You’re not coming over to try to fuck Ethan. End of conversation,” you snapped, as she started to get defensive.

“You know, it almost seems like you want to fuck him,” she scoffed out, “Or maybe you already are.”

“This is fucking stupid. I’m going home,” you said, grabbing your stuff.

No, wait. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that,” the tone of her voice was very apologetic, so you turned to face her.

“I’m not having sex with Ethan,” you sighed, “I just don’t want to talk about this.”

“Okay. You want to go to the mall or something?” she said, changing the subject.

“Yeah, I need to get new bras anyway.”

She got up and grabbed her keys, heading out the door with you.

After you made it to Victoria’s Secret, she convinced you to get matching sets of everything you bought, just in case you ever needed it.

“I highly doubt I will need it,” you laughed, as you put the sets in your basket.

“Yeah, right. I know you like to play up the whole ‘I don’t have sex’ thing, but you’re so full of shit,” she said, grabbing a few things for herself off the rack. “I know of at least 3 guys you hooked up with last year.”

“Okay, fuck you,” you said, playfully nudging her into the panty table.

“Ooh these are cute!” she said, holding a pair up. “You need these!”

You rolled your eyes as you added them to the basket. “I need to get the fuck out of here. This graduation money is supposed to be used towards college stuff.”

She started to laugh, “Yeah, well if you get dick in college then I think you’re still using it for the right reasons.”

After heading out of the mall and making it back to the car, you saw a text from your mom.

Mom: Where are you? Dinner starts in an hour, and I’d like to see you before you leave.

You: Sorry, heading home now.

“Hey, I need you to take me home. Mom just texted me,” you said, your anxiety creeping up. As soon as they left, you’d be alone with Ethan.

“That’s cool. We’ll be there in ten.”

When she dropped you off, you hurried to get inside. You set the bag and your purse down on the floor next to the door and went to the kitchen to help your mom with dinner.

“Hey, mom,” you said, giving her a side hug as she stood in front of the stove.

“Hey honey, did you have fun today?”

“Yeah, did you have fun?” Ethan asked from the doorway, holding up the bag that contained all the things you’d just bought.

You mouthed a ‘What the fuck’ to him, before responding. “Yeah, I just got some new stuff for school. I’ll be right back.”

You snatched the bag out of Ethan’s hand and took it to your room before your mom had a chance to see it.

“Who are you planning to wear all that stuff for?” he smirked. It was starting to get annoying.

“Not you,” you snapped, brushing past him and heading back towards the kitchen.

As you sat at the dinner table across from Ethan, you felt his eyes on you the entire time.

“I grabbed some groceries on the way home, so you two should be fine. I transferred some money to your account in case you don’t feel like cooking,” Your mom said to you, “Of course, make sure you use some of it for Ethan, too.”

“Of course, mom.” You smiled, “When are you guys heading out?”

“After dinner, as long as you two wouldn’t mind helping us again with the dishes tonight,” Wayne said, looking over to Ethan.

“We’d love to,” he said, his fake excitement over the dishes evident to everyone at the table.

“No need to be sarcastic,” his dad said, “I hope she keeps you in line while we’re gone.”

Ethan started to smile as he watched you.

“I think I’ll have to keep her in line.”

You tried to kick him under the table again, but he moved his leg before you could.

“I doubt that,” your mom said, taking her plate to the sink.

After dinner, Ethan took his place beside you as you washed the dishes, and he dried them. There was a strong tension there. Part of you wanted to slap him, part of you wanted to fuck him right there.

“Are you going to take this? Or do I have to hold it all night?” you asked, trying to hand him a wet plate.

“They haven’t left yet, you should probably try to keep your act up until they do,” he said, taking the plate from you.

“What the fuck is your problem?” you huffed, trying to keep busy with the dishes.

“My problem is that you were trying to make me hard last night, knowing we couldn’t do anything about it,” he said lowly, not wanting anyone else to hear what he was saying to you.

“You’re the one that’s been making me wet the last few months. I have no sympathy for last night,” you said, handing him another plate. “You haven’t had any sympathy for anything you’ve done. Always smirking and shit whenever you do something that turns me on.”

“So I make you wet?” he asked, his eyes on you.

“Fuck off, Ethan,” you whispered.

“Are you wet right now?” he asked, pressing you further to hear your answer.

“My mom and your dad are still here. Stop,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Answer the question, baby,” he whispered, when you mom walked in.

“Hey, we’re heading out now. It’s a three-hour drive, but I’ll text you when we get there,” she said, as Wayne walked up beside her.

“You two be safe. Be sure to set the alarm, and don’t forget to water the plants,” he said, before they both made their way through the house and out the door.

As soon as Ethan heard the car pull out of the driveway, he took the glass you were washing out of your hand and set it back in the sink.

“I think you still need to answer my question. Are you wet right now?”

“Fuck, yes Ethan! Is that what you wanted to hear?” you yelled, finally snapping at the situation.

He walked away from you and flopped down on the couch, turning on the tv. You followed him, glaring at him as he sat there.

“I don’t understand you,” you said, as he turned his attention to you.

“What do you mean?” he asked, trying to sound as innocent as you do.

“Oh wait, what was it that you said? Don’t start things you don’t want me to finish?” you asked, walking over towards him. “Well, I think you’ve started something.”

You crawled onto him, straddling his lap as he sat there. His brown eyes looked into yours as he waited for you to make another move.

You head leaned towards his as his hands went to your hips. When your lips touched, it quickly escalated. Your mouths moved together, only stopping to pull your shirt over your head. You started to grind against him, feeling his hard cock pressing against your ass.

“Imagine if your mom saw you like this. Her perfect, innocent daughter, trying to fuck me,” he said, placing kisses along your neck. You whimpered at the feeling as his teeth started to graze the sensitive flesh.

“Can we go to my room?” you asked, desperate for a little relief. Your core was throbbing, and your attempts at giving your clit the friction it needed wasn’t enough.

“Mhm,” he said, standing up as you stayed on him. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you down the hall.

He pressed your back up against the door as he started to kiss you again, the angle of your hips making it easier to grind his erection against your pussy.

“Stop teasing me,” you said, his face inches from yours. You were both breathing heavy, both so needy.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, looking over your face as you nodded. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Please fuck me,” you whispered.

He carried you over to the bed laying you back as he quickly got you out of your jeans. He dropped to his knees as your legs hung off the side of the bed, his large hands spreading them apart. He leaned in and started to eat you out over your panties, the material drenched in both your arousal and his saliva.

“Oh fuck,” you mewled, as your hands went to his hair.

He pushed your panties to the side, lapping at your dripping entrance. Your bottom lip was in between your teeth as his tongue started to move up, giving you clit some attention. You looked down to see his eyes connected with yours as you sat up on your elbows.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he asked, sliding two fingers inside of you.

You gasped as his fingers stretched you out, both of them bending to give attention to your g-spot.

His mouth attached back to your clit, his tongue gliding across it as he inched you closer to your orgasm.

It only took a few minutes as you started to feel your dripping pussy clinching around his fingers.

“Oh fuck, Ethan,” you moaned out. Your eyes screwed shut as your mouth fell open.

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me,” he said, coaxing you as your hips started to jolt. “Just like that.”

His mouth gently licked your clit until you started to come back down from your high.

“I don’t think I’ve ever came that hard,” you said, as he stood up.

“That’s because you fuck losers at house parties,” he said, sliding your panties down your legs. “You could’ve had me making you cum like that the whole time.”

“Yeah, like you even noticed me at school before our parents met,” you said, a hint of sadness in your voice.

“That’s not true. I thought you were beautiful, but you were just so sweet. I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said, reaching behind you to unhook your bra. “It was too late once I saw who you really were.”

His mouth went to one of your nipples, sucking it in his mouth as his hand went to your other breast. He made sure to give each one equal attention as you started to whine underneath him.

“Do you have any condoms?” he asked, “If you don’t, I do.”

“Yeah, they’re in a box under my bed,” you said, as he smirked at you.

“Did you hide them there so your mom wouldn’t find them?” he asked, reaching under the bed and grabbing the box.

“Yeah, she still thinks I’m a virgin,” you said, sitting up as he stood against the side of the bed.

You reached over to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, desperate to get him out of them. You pulled his jeans and boxers halfway down his thighs as his hard cock stood at attention right in front of your face. You felt your mouth start to water as you leaned closer to take him into your mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, as you took him as far in your mouth as you could. His hand went to your hair to hold it out of your face as you moved your head back and forth, your spit dripping down his cock. Your hand reached up to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, twisting your hand a little.

“Okay, if you want me to fuck you, you have to stop,” he said, laughing. “Who knew your mouth was good for more than the fake niceness that comes out of it.”

You rolled your eyes as you laid back, his hand reaching in the box to grab the foil-wrapped protection.

“Hurry up,” you whined, watching him take his time.

“You almost made me cum a minute ago. I don’t want to bust as soon as I get inside of you,” he said, rolling the condom on. “Be patient, baby. We have the whole weekend to do this.”

He took a couple minutes to give more attention to your nipples, before his mouth met with yours as he slowly slid inside of you. You moaned into the kiss as he stilled inside of you, giving you time to adjust to his size.

His mouth didn’t leave yours, the two of you making out as he started to move his hips. You were both moaning and groaning into each other’s mouths, releasing the sexual frustration that started to build months before.

He pulled away to watch your face as his fingers trailed down your neck, over your collar bone, all the way down to your throbbing clit.

“Oh shit,” you babbled, the feeling of his two fingers rubbing against you as he fucked into you making it hard to form words.

He pulled your legs up over his shoulders, making it easier for him to hit that special spot inside of you. The spot that was making your vision get fuzzy every time the tip of his cock hit it.

“I-fuck..gonna cum,” you finally got out, as your legs started to shake against him. He loved watching you as the wave of euphoria washed over you. The way your nipples got even harder, the way your eyebrows furrowed together, the way you got goosebumps.

As he watched, he felt on the edge of his own orgasm. “God this pussy is so perfect. You’re gonna make me cum.”

It only took a few more pumps into your fluttering walls for his hips to stutter, groaning out as he released into the condom.

“That was…amazing,” you said, your voice showing how tired and fucked out you were.

“You want to go to bed, babe?” he asked, as he took off the condom and put his boxers back on.

“Can you sleep in here with me? you asked, as he shook his head.

“No, I think that would be crossing the line.”

You started to laugh, “So what just happened didn’t cross any lines?”

“You’ve got a point,” he said, crawling in your bed beside you. “I really think you should consider wearing some of that stuff you bought today for me, just saying.”

#ethan landry #scream smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut

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