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thefiery-phoenix · 1 month

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A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL (YANDERE JAMES LEE/DG X READER)

A certain pink haired guy leaned back against his bike as he sighed under his breath, as his muscles outlined his frame against his white shirt. He was slightly on edge despite having a neutral and calm expression, but he wasn't too worried despite the lack of people around the area. He was thankful for the lack of people around the area if he should be honest, he picked a good place for this fight. 'Maybe he's too much of a coward to show up...why did I assume he'd show up after what happened last time. Perhaps I should make a housecall or something...yet at the same time I can't, that old man Choi will have something else to hold over my head and I don't need that at the moment...that old man needs to be dealt with fast' he thought to himself as he clicked his tongue in annoyance and looked at the sky

"Um...excuse me" you spoke softly as you approached him and fidgeted nervously. The pink haired guy was snapped out of his thoughts as you became the object of his scrutinizing gaze. "Who are you?" he asked you in a slightly disinterested tone as his eyes wandered over your features. "I'm...I'm the daughter of the man you were supposed to be fighting with today" you said softly. His expression remained stoic for a few seconds till his mouth curved into a soft smirk

"Ah...so you've come to watch your dear father die today by my hands. Quite unfortunate that his dear little daughter would see him defeated by me" he said as he smirked at you, his eyes drinking in your features and the way your maroon dress hugged your body. He felt amused when your eyes widened in horror and your face paled slightly as your lips quivered and trembled. "No please...please, I'm asking you to spare my father. I know he's a rather stubborn man but he's already gotten hurt before...I can't let him get hurt again" you said as you looked at him with a pleading and helpless expression. Your expression reminded him of a helpless little animal, stuck in a cage with no way out, a small little prey which he found delightful

"And just why, would I spare that man just because his pretty little daughter begs me to? Your father is someone who's messing with the big league little girl...he needs to be dealt with. I'm trying to do my job here you know...and as for your dear old dad getting injured before, that's something he deserved after trying to fight me. Your father is quite the hot tempered individual..." he said as his smirk widened at your helplessness. "No, please...leave my dad alone. I'm the only child of my family and my mother would be devastated if something happens to him. Please don't fight him" you said

"How amusing...the man clearly doesn't have the guts to face me in a fight after all and he sent his daughter instead to plead on his behalf" chuckled the guy as you frowned slightly. "No one sent me here, I came here on my own accord" you replied curtly. "Now why would you do that? You really love your dear old dad that much huh?" he asked as his grin widened even more as you nodded. He pondered for a bit and looked thoughtful for a few seconds as he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. For a few seconds he simply stared at you with his stoic look till he broke the silence. "I'll agree to spare the old man...though I usually don't do this consider yourself lucky...I'll do it on one condition"

"Anything" you said and nodded eagerly with enthusiasm shining in your eyes which he found rather endearing. You really should have chosen your words more carefully because little did you know, standing in front of you was a dangerous man. The man's eyes trailed down to your body as his smirk widened and he strode over to you as he leaned closer to you and whispered in a husky voice in your ear. "Give me a kiss and I'll think about it...princess..." he whispered as you turned flustered and blushed slightly at his request

Kiss him? You'd never even held the hand or hugged someone of the opposite gender till now, how were you supposed to kiss a random stranger who literally just threatened to fight your dear father? You stared at him like he'd lost his mind as he couldn't help but feel even more amused, watching your internal struggle and conflicting feelings coming out to play as he watched you squirm. "Um...there's something you should know" you mumbled shyly as you fidgeted with the sleeve of your shirt and looked down at the road

"I don't...don't have experience in kissing someone before. I haven't been in a relationship before either...so..." you trailed off awkwardly as you shuffled your feet. The man stared at you, his expression glinting with malice and his eyes had a predatory gleam in his eyes like he'd just struck gold. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, standing in front of him was a shy, blushing, bashful beautiful girl who looked ethereal in that dress that highlighted your beauty and you weren't in a relationship with anyone? Looks like he'd have you for himself then

He had a wolf like grin as he pulled you close to him, your forehead almost touching his as his strong muscular arm gripped your waist tightly to prevent you from escaping while he enjoyed watching you squirm. "What...what are you doing?" you whispered as you had a nervous look in your eyes. "Getting my kiss...." he whispered as his soft lips brushed against yours teasingly and you couldn't help but tremble slightly in his arms. The feeling inside you was foreign and yet it kept growing stronger. You didn't know what you were experiencing but you didn't feel the usual emotions people described in books like how people had butterflies in their stomach or fireworks exploding in their stomach when such a thing was happening. Rather, you felt like someone lit a gentle fire inside you...a comforting flame that coursed through your veins and filled you with warmth

You sighed and decided to just get it over with as you closed your eyes and whimpered as you quickly and softly pecked his cheek. You recoiled instantly but he let out a dissatisfied hum and pulled you closer to him. "My, my so hasty...that wasn't a proper kiss princess...and you know it...looks like I'll have to take the pleasure of being your first kiss..." he said as his hand found his way to your cheek and caressed it gently. Despite his palm being rough and calloused with scars, his touch was gentle. He leaned in closer to you as he pressed his lips to yours. You trembled in his grasp as his hand moved to the back of your neck and kissed you more passionately. Your first kiss was gentle, yet passionate and filled with desire...it made you feel things you couldn't describe in words

It lasted for a few moments before he finally pulled away and traced his thumb down your bottom lip and caressed your cheek again. "You're mine now...that's a reasonable trade I my opinion. You'll be mine and I'll spare your dear old father's life..." he said with a wolfish grin. You were about to protest when his expression darkened slightly as his grip around your wrist tightened. "Is there a problem...princess...don't forget who's in control here" he whispered as his unnerving smile was still plastered across his face

You kept reminding yourself that it was to keep your father safe, to keep your family safe as you grumbled under your breath and agreed. After you went home you received a message from him and you couldn't understand, for the love of God how he'd managed to get your number when you didn't remember giving it to him. There were perks of being DG with the personality of James Lee. He couldn't get you out of his mind after that incident. You had no idea how much he'd started pulling the strings of your own life. From asking Kouji to find out information regarding you to making his men follow you home since you were his after all and even going as far as placing secret cameras in your own house which you didn't know anything about...you were a sweet little butterfly, trapped in his web of convoluted deceit, obsession and possessive love towards you

Don't feel too bad for the death of that moron you used to call a best friend. It was such a satisfying feeling to stab him in the eyes before he killed him for daring to lay his eyes on you in the first place and having the audacity to ask you out when you're his. You belong to DG. Slowly as time goes by, you're relying on him more and more after you were still unaware of how he was isolating you from your friends and family. He suggests you move in with him and you're forced to agree. Oh, don't mind him...he's just changing the locks because of safety reasons. Don't try to leave him unless you want your precious family to suffer. Everytime you scream or cry, he'll just coo at you and hold you in his arms and pat your head to calm you down with that same smirk he had on his face since the day you've met him. You'll complain to the police? Don't make him laugh honey, they're all on his payroll and having an obsessive fanbase comes in handy too. He has more eyes and ears to keep a lookout for you in case you try anything silly like leaving him

You're not allowed to leave his sight anymore. There's no escape for you from him...you really had made a deal with the devil...

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astralnymphh · 7 months

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⋆.ೃ;aestra's footnotes V. 🦢

ellie laying on your lap hcs ♡

(pic kinda relates to the hcs if u ignore the blood 🥴)

content; fluff, specific scenario, tlou universe, joels alive

an; giving you guys all my pure, fluff thoughts before dumping my gloomy ass angst within a week 🤣

𖤐. spots you taking a break during patrol, slumping down the base of a rigid trunk, and immediately scrambles over with tired knees. plop goes the side of her head on your cushioned thighs. she don't ask. don't ask why. let her bee 🐝

☠︎︎. lovesss the girls with big thighs, and small thighs. either way, they replicate two fluffy pillows, and that's all she needs. also loves running her fingertips between the bottom crevice lining your thigh-and-the ground. her love language is touch. 100%

𖤐. will inevitably begin to squeeze and prod the fat of your inner thigh with needy fingers, murmuring "hmmpp, so soft.." in that husky tune, cause she. is. in. heaaavenn.

☠︎︎. godddd, can't you just envision her pursed smile when your fingers begin to twine with her timber auburn strands, in reaction nuzzling her nose closer to your leg and poking you. a few gusts of chopped air hitting your thighs when she chuckles. "yuhhpp, keep doin' th-t.." rasped ellie, muzzled in the warmth of your thigh.

𖤐. your bored eyes catch sight of the dandelion cluster birthed from the stumps surrounding grass. hmm, are you thinking what I'm thinking? yeah. you start plucking the flora and threading it through her locks. ellie's tired ass doesn't notice the strange ruffling in her scalp at first 'till a blotch of lemon yellow clouds her peripherals.

"what the h-" her eyes screw over to you, head rotating.

you pivot her back with a firm, but loving, grip, "stay still."

"are you for real putting-"

"yes."

"tchh-" she hisses out into the air, "it's just gonna fall out.."

"but it's worth it."

"mhmm.. but you'd look way better, l'mme do it-"

☠︎︎. sometimes, instead, she'll laze between your tempered legs and slants her head on your thigh. it's cozier this way. oh my god and the way her lashes would graze your skin lightly.. goofbye..

𖤐. falls asleep sometimes and snores on you. probably drools cuz I said so. anyways, you flick her on the head to wake her up like "els, u're drooling again." and she just pretends like it never happened. "wha- whaattt.. nope, i did not. dunno' what u're talking bout babe."

☠︎︎. other times, she'll lounge the back of her head there, staring up at you and the ether that crowns your head high above. ellie rejoices in the seraphic depicture that is your face. so, god, whenever she gets a long glimpse of you, her worries wash away, and forgets the troubles lacerating at her composure. it feels like fireflies dancing on her freckles, midface heating up whenever she's with you in this position. heaven in her world.

𖤐. hair always gets rustled up when she lifts her weight off, and no, she doesn't bother to fix it. treading around the patrol route, looking like she got jumped by five infected.

☠︎︎. one time, you guys succumbed to slumber on joel's sofa with ellie, her head on your lap per usual. bro strolled in and caught you two like this, snapping a photo with his clunky ass vintage camera and then would show it to ellie the next morning, whispering, "pshh, bunch'a sleepyheads."

(gif from elliedisorder)

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chuuyrr · 7 months

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SAY MY NAME AND EVERYTHING JUST STOPS — NAKAHARA CHUUYA

=͟͟͞♡ CW(s): NSFW, MDNI, f! reader, tummy bulging, oral (f! receiving) slight overstimulation, soft! chuuya constantly calls you nicknames like good girl, sweetheart, and baby

=͟͟͞♡ SYNOPSIS: in which you and chuuya share a secret moment together that's a bit closer than usual

=͟͟͞♡ INSPIRED BY: dress and false god by taylor swift !

before you read: i wrote this as a part two of i can see you in mind, but i think this can be read as a stand alone

it was nearly midnight when the gala ended.

since the event was being conducted by a powerful and high-class organization, the armed detective agency and the port mafia sent you and chuuya there for intel purposes, but you couldn't help but take the tie-up assignment a little too far.

you and your partner had already gotten what you needed, but you took advantage of the opportunity to let loose and have some fun as you drank your third drink of the night, and the fact that you were dressed up so beautifully for the occasion didn't help chuuya either.

you looked so stunning in your sweetheart neckline dress with a slit showing off the soft and tender flesh of your left leg, matching shoes and jewelries, and hair and make-up that would make anyone swoon.

chuuya felt hot and bothered as he watched from afar while sipping his own glass of wine as your face gradually became flushed from all the beverages you were drinking while you smiled and danced on the floor. one of his hands was tugging at his own collar, his suit felt unreasonably thick for some reason.

chuuya sighs and checks his watch as he finishes his last glass of wine. it was becoming late, and he didn't want you to come home in a drunken stupor.

chuuya always felt so different whenever he was with you, especially right now, with all the banters, drinks, and conversations he had with you, as well as the intimate moments you spent as you two belonged to different organizations.

it warms his heart to see how far you two have come. chuuya could still remember the first time you two met, how he used to become upset with you fooling with him and snatching his knife, but now you have taken his heart and he had entirely given it up to you.

but right now, chuuya wants you more than he has ever desired you before.

chuuya shakes his head and approaches you in the middle of the room, gently taking your arm in his hand and saying, "hey, pretty. don't you think it's becoming late?

"chuuya, hey," you turn your head to face him, half-lidded eyes on him, before wrapping your arms around his suit-clad torso, your cheek against his chest, "there you are pretty boy.

chuuya feels his heart skipping a beat. even when you're somewhat tipsy, the way you say his name makes his heart flutter and warm inside his chest, and it was enough to make everything around him stop and his universe revolve around you, and only you.

"yeah, sweetheart? i'm right here," chuuya whispers quietly, in a rather husky and deep tone of voice.

his hands were trembling with anticipation as one of them moved to your cheek to caress it, while the other trailed from your arm to wrap around your back to hold you as well.

chuuya draws the two of you away from the crowded room, his back against the hallway wall, while he passionately plants a kiss on the crown of your head.

truth be told, you were the only one he was like this to. chuuya was never this gentle with his coworkers. you were different, as you had always been, and no one knew about you and him.

you were the only one who got to see this side of him, and no one else did, without even having to try. everyone only sees the unyielding, intimidating, and short-tempered side of him, never this one.

"chuuya," you softly murmur again, looking up at him with a small pout.

"hmm?" chuuya struggles to keep his breath from hitching. you look so damn beautiful in this angle, with your body pressed against his and your face resting on his chest.

the alcohol was starting to seep into your systems, making you a little more honest than usual as you say with a cheeky little smirk that he admires, "i have a secret to tell you."

chuuya could feel your heart beating against his chest. you seem a bit nervous for the first time despite your playful display, despite the fact that you're typically so upbeat and confident with him, especially at work.

"and what's that?" chuuya blinks, his hand still softly caressing your cheek, and he can't help but chuckle as you look up at him.

you straighten up and stand on the tips of your heels, your lips just a few inches away from his, your cherry wine breath teasing him as you say, "i only bought this dress so you could take it off."

"fuck," chuuya whispers quietly as he feels the blood rush to his cheeks, as well as the alcohol in his system from all the wine he's been drinking from this occasion.

he finds himself gripping your waist a little tighter now as he softly says again and tries to gather himself, "don't say things like that, [name]. people could hear you, baby."

"but i want you to, chuuya," your eyes meet and you speak in a language that only you two understand as you say, "and i want you too."

chuuya trails the hand he was using to caress your cheek and slides it to grab your waist before shakily moving both of his hands to your hips.

he moves in closer, your faces practically touching as he traces your temple with his nose before pressing his lips lovingly on your cheek and pulling you closer against his body.

"i want you too, baby. i've always had, and you've always seen that i have, no?" he murmurs huskily with a smirk before pressing his lips on yours, eliciting a soft moan from you.

chuuya is honestly surprised that he was able to drive you both back to his penthouse after you had been almost all over each other since the gala, practically in each other's tongues and making out in the hallway in secret.

as you made your way inside place, you and chuuya were nearly tripping over each other.

"up," chuuya whispers a delicate request on your lips before kissing them for the nth time tonight, his hands carressing the side of your thighs over the fabric of your pretty dress.

you jump obediently, urging him to carry you as such with his hands firmly beneath your thighs, and it doesn't take long for the two of you to end up in his bed.

chuuya hovers over your body, biting his bottom lip and groaning at the sight of you on his sheets, looking so ethereal with your hair undone and lipstick smudged from all the passionate kisses, while you look up at him with those pretty eyes, admiring the lipstick stains you've peppered on his face and neck.

despite the intense and desperate tension in the air, chuuya's hands were warm and soft, but yet quick as they roamed your body, feeling you up through your clothes.

as your arms wrap around his neck, he grinds his knee into your clothed pussy and kisses you passionately on the lips. the weight of you and him causes the mattress to dent and creak.

chuuya pulls away a little after the kiss, his hand reaching out to stroke your cheek as he looks down at you with a chuckle, "shall we take this further? i wanna make sure my sweetheart wants this as much as i do, and also to make sure i'm not dreaming either."

"mhm," you nod swiftly before turning your head to kiss his palm cupping your cheek and smile at him.

chuuya nods his head as well when he receives your consent before he carefully removes your dress, his hands sensually working their way to unzip your dress from you and get rid of the rest.

your arms wrap around his neck again as he takes off his own clothes with you helping him unbutton and unzip everything, drawing him closer as his warm lips plant feathery kisses on your neck and his hands delicately carress your hips, worshiping them.

"chuuya, i need you right now. please," you moan out his name quietly, and the way you say it always gets the best of him. it always makes his heart skip a beat.

"i know, baby. i know," chuuya kisses your ear before gently nibbling it, causing a soft but sweet little whine to escape your lips.

chuuya kisses you from your ear to your neck, delicately tracing your body all the way to your abdomen and, eventually, your inner thighs. as he holds your thighs firmly apart just to bury his face in between your legs, your chest heaves up and down, your breathing hitching.

you shudder and moan softly as he kisses your inner thighs, nibbling on the tender flesh before slowly trailing his lips to your pussy. as you feel his tongue prod at your clit, you let out a stifled but sweet little whine as your body arches.

your leg trembles as you squirm, but he only pulls your thighs more apart to keep you in place and make an easier access for him.

"stay still for me, pretty girl," chuuya's smile and breath brush up against your dripping wet cunt, which was practically demanding to be licked, fingered, and fucked by him.

chuuya kisses your clit once more, and kitten licks your pussy until he begins to lap at it, probing it inside while stuffing his face between your thighs as if he wants to suffocate himself in them.

"a-ahh, mmh!" the wet muscle repeatedly lapped at your cunt. as chuuya deeply plunges and swipes his tongue in between your folds, your eyes began to water with ecstasy.

chuuya pushes his tongue inside you as deeply as he can, and you let out a quiet cry of pleasure as you come undone, and the way you say his name and moan always sounded like heaven to his ears.

chuuya places a soft kiss on your sweet cunt before gently taking a hold of your hips to carress it meticulously as you lay there on his sheets, a shuddering mess with tearful eyes.

ge then adjusts both of your positions in bed, causing you to squirm as he properly lays you on your back with a pillow propping you up as he positions in between your legs, hovering you.

his cock was now just in between your folds, and you could feel his pre-cum seeping from his tip, wetting your folds even more as your arousal increased. you whimper softly at the position, but chuuya softly hushes you as he gently thrusts in.

you cry soft yet choked moans beneath him, wriggling at the sensation of being packed by his girthy cock. you could feel it reach every inch of your inner walls, and chuuya grunts as they tighten around him.

"fuck. you feel so good, pretty girl," chuuya grunts in pleasure as he starts to thrust and grip your hips in place.

you and chuuya have never been this close before. it was always just a simple makeout with a few carresses here and there, but tonight was different.

right now, all you could do was lie there while he rowed his hips against you, making you moan and whimper out his name in pleasure, and to him? hearing you say his name like that just makes everything stop.

when one of his hands trails from your hips to your tummy, you moan out, shuddering a little more intensely than earlier, "chuuya, a-ah!~"

he bites his lower lip, groaning as he presses his hand on the bulge on your tummy. he stares down at you with a loving gaze before his gaze fixes on the bulge that appears and disappears whenever he thrusts his cock so deeply into you.

it was quite a sight to behold, along with the way your legs shook with each sensation of being stuffed by his girthy cock.

"chuuya, please! w-wait," you say in between your moans as he starts to intensify his thrusts, which makes you squirm beneath him.

"shh, shh~ it's okay, baby," chuuya says in a hushed tone, pressing you down further im bed by putting his weight on you so you couldn't pull or squirm away from him.

he was now gripping your hips to hold you more firmly in place as he continues row his hips back and forth, harder and faster now with his lips right against the spot behind your ear. chuuya does it over and over again, intending to fill you up and make you feel good just as you deserve.

sounds of pleasure filled the bedroom and were followed by the slaps of skin.

you shudder and cry as your pussy clenches around him hard and tightly when his cock twitches inside you and fills your walls with his hot, thick cum.

you laid in his sheets, panting softly and trying to catch your breath, but chuuya wasn't finished yet. he refuses to pull out and hovers over you with a breathy smile.

"chuuya?" you feel your cheeks grow warm as you call out his name.

"i'm not yet done, sweetheart," chuuya chuckles deeply as he finally pulls out, but leaves in just the tip of his girthy cock between your folds.

before you can say anything else, he thrusts his cock back into your sodden and sensitive cunt, easily gliding in with his cum and yours serving as a lubricant. you arch your back and let out a small broken moan of pleasure.

"c-chuuya!~" you gasp softly as he rocks back and forth inside you, thrusting deeply that you could feel the tip bulge your tummy again.

"shh, it's okay. you can take one more, yes? i just wanna make my good girl feel so good," chuuya murmurs in a hushed tone as he kisses you deeply for the umpteenth time, muffling your moans.

his warm body presses you down the matress once more, and at this rate, he could almost carve your shape and name in his bed.

you continue to moan, your hands reaching for his back, only to dig your nails into his back and your heels into the mattress as you kicked them reflexively from the intense pleasure.

"almost there my good girl. just a bit more, okay? hold onto me tight," chuuya whispers in between his passionate kisses on your lips with one of his hands gripping your hips in place even more firmly now, intensifying his thrusts.

he moves frantically now, burrowing himself deeply inside you, simply wanting to feel you and himself bulge on the same spot on your tummy with his other hand. he massages his fingers on your tummy, addicted to the way it emerges and re-emerges with each thrust.

your hear was hazy, and every inch of your body was sensitive, especially your sodden and squelching cunt, with the overwhelming pleasure overstimulating you with each deep and furious thrust so that you couldn't construct any proper words and only moan.

"chuuya!~" he breaks the kiss just on cue, just as you moan again, your body arching against him at his final deep thrust into you.

chuuya can't help but admire how you sound so lovely and how he feels your tummy bulge from his deep thrusts as his cum fills up your inner walls for the second time, stuffing you full that some of it was rolling down your inner thighs and on the sheets.

his heart flutters at the thought of being this close to you with your nails deep into his back, painting it with your love marks.

"good girl, pretty," chuuya breathily says to you, chuckling before pressing a kiss on your lips, his tongue intertwining with yours as you wrap your arms around his neck once again.

you two share a few more kisses as you feel his hands that were gripping your hips loosen up and trail to your waist instead, caressing you delicately to easen you as you come down from your high.

chuuya does this a couple of more times before pulling away just a bit, now carressing your face tenderly with one of his hands and a smile.

you return the loving smile he gives you and he wraps his arms around you this time, hugging you closely to his chest as he falls back in his bed. he presses another kiss, this time on the top of your head, as he cups your face.

"i love you," he whispers as he nuzzles his nose against your cheek with his breath tickling your skin.

you cuddle up to chuuya, feeling warm and comfortable in his arms just like this, and you softly murmur in response, "i love you too."

chuuya exhales softly, a smile tugging on his lips as he closes his eyes and continues to hold you, running his fingers through your hair.

you two may have been enemies owing to your respective reputations and organizations, but only you and chuuya knew you two were so much more than that.

you were each other's secret mission, and today you two had never been closer than ever.

#bungo stray dogs x reader #chuuya x reader #bsd x y/n #chuuya smut #bsd x reader #bsd imagines #bsd x you #bsd scenarios #bsd fluff #bsd oneshot #bsd chuuya headcanons #bsd smut #chuuya x you #chuuya x y/n #chuuya scenarios #chuuya x fem!reader

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bitchiswild · 2 months

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Distracted | Purinz

G!P Yunjin x G!P Chaewon x F! Reader Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: threesome,face fucking, cream pie, etc. A/n: First time writing a threesome tell me how it is😊 REQUESTED

"Y/n, can you please pay attention? I'm not enjoying this any more than you are, but we really need to finish this," Yunjin said, annoyed, glancing up from her laptop to see you squirming in your seat.

"Yeah, Y/n, listen to the nerd. Let's just get this over with," Chaewon added with a scoff, her arms crossed as she slouched in her chair with her legs spread out.

Your head snapped towards them with a glare, muttering under your breath in frustration as you turned your attention back to your part of the project. The three of you were gathered at Chaewon's house to work on the project together. You and Chaewon had never gotten along. Ever since your mutual friend/ teammate Kazuha introduced you to her, the popular girl, and you, the captain of the soccer (football) team, there had been tension. The two of you constantly got on each other's nerves.

Yunjin, on the other hand, was a different story. She was practically a loner, not having many friends and always focusing on her studies. She was what some might call a "nerd," always engrossed in nerdy activities.

As the evening wore on, the atmosphere in Chaewon's living room grew increasingly tense. Despite the shared goal of completing the project, the underlying animosity between you and Chaewon continued to simmer beneath the surface.

Yunjin, sensing the growing tension, tried to mediate. "Alright, guys, let's try to focus and work together," she said, attempting to steer the conversation back to the task at hand.

But Chaewon couldn't resist taking a jab at you. "Yeah, Y/n, try not to mess this up like you always do on the field," she remarked with a smirk.

Your temper flared, and you shot back, "At least I contribute something other than empty popularity."

Yunjin sighed, recognizing the futility of trying to defuse the situation. She returned to her laptop, quietly typing away, determined to finish her portion of the project despite the brewing conflict.

The tension between you and Chaewon escalated with every passing moment. Each word exchanged felt like a verbal jab, intensifying the animosity that had long simmered between you.

In a moment of frustration, Chaewon leaned in closer, her voice dripping with disdain. "You know, Y/n, maybe if you focused less on sports and more on actually using your brain, you wouldn't always be at the bottom of the class," she sneered.

Your jaw clenched as you fought to maintain your composure, but the comment struck a nerve. "And maybe if you weren't so obsessed with being the center of attention, you'd realize there's more to life than popularity," you retorted, your tone sharp with anger.

The room fell silent for a tense moment, the air thick with unresolved tension. But then, unexpectedly, Chaewon's expression shifted, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes.

"You know, Y/n," she said, her voice lowering to a husky whisper, "for someone who talks a big game, you sure seem to have a lot of pent-up frustration."

Your heart skipped a beat as her words hung in the air, the tension between you suddenly taking on a different, more charged quality. It was as if a switch had been flipped, the animosity giving way to something altogether more primal.

Caught off guard by the sudden shift in dynamics, you found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from Chaewon's, the air crackling with an unspoken challenge.

Yunjin glanced up from her laptop, startled by the sudden change in atmosphere. Her eyes widened as she watched Chaewon saunter towards you with deliberate steps, her movements oozing confidence and a hint of something darker. It was as if Chaewon had transformed into a predator, and you were her unsuspecting prey.

Chaewon's gaze bore into yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. There was a raw hunger in her eyes, a desire that seemed to consume her entirely. It was a look you had never seen from her before, one that stirred something primal within you despite the lingering tension between you.

As she drew closer, the air between you crackled with anticipation, thick with unspoken desire. Your heart raced in your chest, torn between the instinct to flee and the inexplicable pull drawing you closer to her.

Yunjin watched in silence, her expression unreadable as she observed the electric exchange unfolding before her. It was as if time itself had slowed to a crawl, the world narrowing down to the charged space between you and Chaewon, where every breath, every heartbeat seemed to echo with the promise of something forbidden.

As Chaewon closed the distance between you, her eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. And then, in a low, husky voice that sent shivers down your spine, she uttered words that made your heart skip a beat.

"You know, Y/n," she murmured, her voice dripping with seduction, "I've always wondered what it would feel like to have you beneath me, begging for more."

Your breath caught in your throat at her brazen words, your mind reeling with a heady mix of desire and disbelief. Before you could form a coherent response, Chaewon closed the remaining distance between you, her lips crashing against yours in a fervent kiss that ignited a firestorm of passion within you.

In that moment, everything else faded away as you surrendered to the intoxicating sensation of Chaewon's lips moving against yours with a hunger that matched your own. It was a kiss filled with longing, with pent-up desire that had been simmering between you for far too long.

Caught up in the heat of the moment, you melted into Chaewon's embrace, your hands tangling in her hair as you lost yourself in the overwhelming rush of sensation. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a silent confession of all the unspoken desires that had lingered between you, finally finding release in the electrifying connection you shared.

As Yunjin sat there, her face flushed at the scene unfolding before her, she couldn't help but stutter out, "I-I think I should leave..."

But her words were drowned out by your escalating moans, the intensity of the moment overpowering any attempts at rational thought.

Chaewon, her voice husky with desire, murmured against your ear, "Do you like that, Y/n? Do you want more?"

You could only manage a breathless nod in response as Chaewon continued to grope and tease, her touch igniting flames of pleasure within you.

"Tell me what you want," Chaewon whispered, her lips brushing against yours in a teasing caress.

"I want..." you began, your voice barely a whisper, "I want you..."

And with that confession, Chaewon's hunger reached its peak. Without hesitation, she pulled you into a searing kiss, her hands roaming freely over your body as she eagerly explored every inch of your desire. The sound of your moans mingled with the rhythm of your pounding hearts, filling the room with a symphony of passion as you surrendered yourself completely to the intoxicating pleasure of the moment.

The room was charged with tension as Yunjin remained frozen in her seat, unable to tear her eyes away from the scene unfolding before her. Your moans, growing increasingly desperate, echoed through the room, sending a shiver down her spine.

Unable to resist the overwhelming arousal building within her, Yunjin's hand drifted down to cup her hardening cock, whimpering softly at the electrifying sensitivity that coursed through her body.

Your head snapped towards Yunjin at the sound of her whimper, and you caught Chaewon's eye as she began to kiss down your neck. "Chaewon," you sighed out, your voice a breathless plea, "Nerd over there wants some action."

Chaewon detached herself from your neck, her gaze flickering to Yunjin's flushed face with a wicked smirk. "Aw, is the nerd getting turned on by watching two girls kiss?" she teased, her voice dripping with amusement.

Feeling emboldened by Chaewon's taunt, you crawled over to where Yunjin sat, guided by Chaewon's nod. "Tease her a little, Y/n," Chaewon instructed, her voice low and seductive.

You obeyed, brushing your fingers teasingly against Yunjin's face before trailing them down her body, eliciting a shuddered breath and a whimper from her. Your hand found its way to Yunjin's hardened bulge, and you began to rub it gently, feeling her tremble beneath your touch as desire surged through her.

Yunjin's breath hitched as she succumbed to the intoxicating sensation, her body responding eagerly to your teasing caresses. The air crackled with anticipation as you continued to explore Yunjin's desires, guided by Chaewon's wicked gaze and the heady rush of arousal that enveloped you all.

With a mischievous glint in your eye, you continued to rub Yunjin's clothed cock, feeling it throb beneath your touch. Looking up at her with a daring smirk, you whispered, "Take off your pants, let me suck you off, nerd."

Yunjin wasted no time in complying, eagerly pushing down her pants and underwear in one swift motion. Your eyes widened at the sight of her exposed cock, a rush of excitement coursing through you as you took in its size.

"Who knew the nerd had such a pretty big cock," you remarked with a playful smirk, your voice filled with admiration.

Without hesitation, you leaned forward, your lips capturing Yunjin's throbbing member as you began to lavish it with attention. Your hand joined in, providing additional stimulation as you worked her with fervor, determined to bring her to the brink of pleasure.

Yunjin's moans filled the room, mingling with the sounds of your slurping as pleasure coursed through her. Lost in the intoxicating sensation, she surrendered herself to the pleasure of your touch, her body quivering with anticipation of the release that awaited her.

Your tongue explored every inch of her length, while your lips tightened around her shaft, creating a delicious friction that sent waves of pleasure through her.

Yunjin's hips bucked involuntarily, her hands gripping your hair as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. Her moans grew louder and more urgent, filling the room with desire and urging you on.

As you continued to pleasure Yunjin, your mouth occupied with sucking and stroking her cock, Chaewon's actions caught you off guard. With a wicked grin, she swiftly whipped out her own cock and began to tug your shorts and panties down, exposing your needy core to the cool air.

"Looks like someone's eager to join in on the fun," Chaewon purred, her voice dripping with lust as she eyed your exposed body hungrily.

You moaned around Yunjin's cock, the sensation of Chaewon's hands on you sending sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins. "Oh, fuck, Chaewon," you gasped, your voice laced with desire, "don't stop."

Chaewon chuckled darkly as she teased your throbbing clit with her fingers, her touch sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your body. "You're such a needy slut, Y/n," she taunted, her voice low and seductive, "but I love it."

Your breath hitched as Chaewon's fingers dipped lower, teasingly circling your entrance before sliding inside you with ease. "Fuck, Chaewon," you moaned, your words barely coherent as pleasure washed over you in waves.

Meanwhile, Yunjin watched with rapt attention, her own arousal evident as she enjoyed the show unfolding before her. The air crackled with anticipation as the three of you indulged in the forbidden pleasure, lost in the intoxicating haze of desire.

As Chaewon continued to tease and taunt you, her fingers danced along the slick folds of your entrance, eliciting a low whimper of anticipation from you. With a devilish grin, she guided the tip of her cock to your dripping entrance, teasingly rubbing it against your slick folds.

Your breath caught in your throat at the sensation, your body trembling with need as Chaewon teased you mercilessly. "Come on, Y/n," she teased, her voice dripping with desire, "you know you want it."

You moaned in response, your hips instinctively bucking towards her, desperate for more. "Please," you whimpered, your voice pleading, "don't tease me like this."

But Chaewon only chuckled darkly, her eyes glinting with mischief as she continued to tease your entrance with the tip of her cock. "You're such a slut, Y/n," she murmured, her voice a husky whisper, "begging for it like this."

The sensation was almost too much to bear, your body trembling with need as you yearned for her to fill you completely. With a final, torturous tease, Chaewon relented, pushing her cock slowly into you, inch by agonizing inch, until you were filled to the brim with her.

As Chaewon teased and tantalized you with her cock, Yunjin couldn't help but be drawn into the electrifying scene unfolding before her. Her breath quickened as she watched, her own arousal mounting with each passing moment.

With a seductive smirk, Chaewon glanced over at Yunjin, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Why don't you join in, Yunjin?" she purred, her voice filled with desire. "I'm sure Y/n wouldn't mind having both of us to play with."

Yunjin's cheeks flushed with excitement as she nodded eagerly, her hands trembling as she pushed you off with anticipation as she reached out to join in the erotic encounter. With trembling fingers, she began to stroke her own cock, mirroring the rhythm of Chaewon's movements as she teased you with her own.

You gasped in pleasure as Yunjin's hands joined in, the sensation of being pleasured by both of them driving you to new heights of ecstasy. Your body trembled with pleasure as you surrendered yourself to the overwhelming sensations, lost in the intoxicating haze of desire.

The room was filled with the sound of your moans and gasps, mingling with the slick sounds of flesh slapping against eachother as the three of you indulged in the forbidden pleasure. With each passing moment, the intensity of your arousal grew, driving you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

As the pleasure mounted, you could feel yourself teetering on the brink of release, the tantalizing touch of Chaewon and Yunjin pushing you over the edge into blissful oblivion. With a final, ecstatic cry, you succumbed to the overwhelming waves of pleasure, your body convulsing with ecstasy as you reached the pinnacle of pleasure.

Chaewon pounded into you, driving you to new heights of pleasure, Yunjin seized the opportunity to indulge in her own desires. With a hunger in her eyes, she reclaimed your mouth, her lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss.

You moaned into the kiss, your body responding eagerly to her touch as she deepened the kiss, exploring every inch of your mouth with a fervor that left you breathless. Meanwhile, Chaewon's relentless thrusts sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, driving you to the brink of ecstasy.

With a wicked grin, Yunjin broke the kiss, her eyes glinting with mischief as she pushed you down onto the bed. "Open wide, Y/n," she whispered, her voice husky with desire, "I want to fuck your face."

Without hesitation, she positioned herself above you, her cock poised at your lips as she thrust forward, forcing you to take her into your mouth once again. You eagerly complied, sucking and stroking her with enthusiasm as she face-fucked you with a relentless rhythm.

The sensation was overwhelming, the dual stimulation of Chaewon's thrusts and Yunjin's cock driving you to new heights of pleasure. You moaned around Yunjin's cock, the vibrations sending shivers of ecstasy coursing through her as she drove herself deeper into your mouth.

Lost in the intoxicating haze of pleasure, you surrendered yourself completely to the overwhelming sensations, your body trembling with desire as you were consumed by the ecstasy of the moment. With each passing moment, the intensity of your arousal grew, driving you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Chaewon continued to thrust into you with unrelenting fervor, the intensity of her movements driving you to the brink of ecstasy, you felt her body tense with impending release. With a sharp cry of pleasure, Chaewon reached her peak, her hips bucking wildly as she spilled her seed deep inside you.

"Fuck, Y/n, you feel so fucking good," Chaewon gasped, her voice filled with ecstasy as she emptied herself into you. "You like that, huh? You like taking my cock deep inside you."

You gasped in pleasure as you felt her hot release filling you, waves of pleasure washing over you as she emptied herself into you completely. "God, yes," you muttered against Yunjins cock, your voice filled with need. "I love it, Chaewon. I love feeling you inside me."

With one final, powerful thrust, Chaewon collapsed against you, spent from the intensity of her climax. "Fuck," she breathed, her voice husky with satisfaction.

Feeling Chaewon's release triggered your own, you cried out in pleasure, your body convulsing with ecstasy as you reached the pinnacle of bliss. The sensation of her cumming inside you sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, pushing you over the edge into an explosive climax of your own.

Meanwhile, Yunjin's cock remained in your mouth, her own pleasure evident as she moaned and gasped in response to the erotic scene unfolding before her. With a wicked grin, Chaewon withdrew from you, her fingers finding their way to your needy clit as she began to rub it with expert precision.

"Look at you, Y/n," Chaewon purred, her voice dripping with desire, "so desperate for release. You're such a little slut, aren't you?"

You moaned in response, unable to form coherent words as pleasure washed over you in waves. Chaewon's fingers worked tirelessly, driving you to new heights of ecstasy as she teased and tormented your sensitive clit.

And then, with a sharp cry of release, you reached your climax once again, your body trembling with the force of your release as pleasure consumed you entirely. The room was filled with the sound of your moans and gasps, mingling with the slick sounds of flesh against flesh as you surrendered yourself to the overwhelming sensations.

As you and Chaewon basked in the aftermath of your climaxes, the air thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction, Yunjin seized the opportunity to indulge in her own pleasure. With a low, guttural moan, she reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, her body trembling with the force of her release.

Feeling Yunjin's cock throb with the intensity of her climax, you eagerly accepted her into your mouth, welcoming her cum with open lips. You moaned in delight as Yunjin spilled her seed into your waiting mouth, the taste of her release driving you wild.

With each pulse of pleasure, you eagerly drank down every drop of her cum, savoring the taste of her release as it filled your mouth. The sensation of her cum mingling with yours sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, heightening the intensity of your own pleasure.

As Yunjin's climax subsided, you swallowed her seed with a satisfied sigh, relishing the taste of her release as it lingered on your tongue. The room was filled with the sound of your satisfied moans and the slick sounds of flesh against flesh as you surrendered yourself to the overwhelming sensations.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, leaving all of you spent and breathless, you collapsed together in a tangled heap on the floor, limbs entwined in a deliciously intimate embrace. The room was filled with the heavy, heady scent of sex, a tangible reminder of the passion that had consumed you all.

"Fuck, that was amazing," Chaewon exclaimed, her voice laced with satisfaction as she caught her breath. A playful laugh escaped her lips as she added, "We should definitely do this again."

You hummed in agreement, a lazy smile gracing your lips as you reveled in the shared moment of intimacy. The rush of endorphins coursing through your veins left you feeling warm and content, your body tingling with the echoes of pleasure.

Beside you, Yunjin blushed at the suggestion, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson. She couldn't bring herself to meet your gaze, but the shy smile that tugged at the corners of her lips spoke volumes.

As the three of you lay there in a blissful post-coital haze, basking in the afterglow of the unforgettable experience, a sense of camaraderie and closeness settled over you like a warm blanket. It was a moment you knew you would cherish forever, a memory that would bind you together in an unbreakable bond of shared pleasure and intimacy.

“Round 2 in my room?”

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lavendertales · 1 year

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I don’t even know but for the love of god PLEASE more age gap/ dads best friend trope with Joel Miller 🥵

I got not one, not two, but THREE requests with age gap reader x Joel Miller, so here we go, this one's for you babes 😌

Not enough || Joel Miller x f!reader**

summary: Joel is not happy when your recklessness nearly puts your lives in danger.

word count: 1.8k

WARNINGS: age gap (Joel is in his 40s, reader is like late 20s), unprotected doggy, cum play, choking, enemies to fwb.

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

gif: @azertyrobaz

Oh, he’s pissed. He’s pissed, alright. You can tell in the way he’s pacing around the room, hands on his hips, brows furrowed in sheer anger. Your negligence has been more than an inconvenience today; it could’ve risked a lot of people’s lives, including your own and Joel’s.

And Joel is not a man you wanna fuck around with.

Well. Not technically.

You just so happen to be in the same shift for the night watch, that’s all. And he just so happens to be Tommy’s brother, so you know from a solid source that he’s got a temper. Inexplicably enough, you find yourself gravitating around him quite often, and not just because duty calls. He’s got an attitude too, which makes him annoying more than anything. He makes your blood boil, makes you want to scream at the top of your lungs.

And yet, your eyes search for him in a crowd, eager to spot that bitter face you’ve grown to detest.

Usually, your disagreements are easily solved: he grunts, you mumble, both of you cuss out loud, maybe yell a little, and call it a truce. In many ways, he doesn’t think of you as equal, you believe; why should he? He’s a skilled hunter, gunsman, and you’re just some gal in her twenties, doing your duty towards Tommy and the people in Jackson.

But today, you’ve really done it. You know it; you just refuse to give Joel the satisfaction of knowing he was right.

He told you to wait for the group to return, then you can go check for clickers. You told him for hours on end that you’ve heard about clickers in the area, and yet Joel refused to believe you. “Till I see it with my own eyes, there ain’t nothing out there,” he said. “No reason to worry everyone”. But the group took too long, and you’ve grown more and more impatient, so you sneaked out the perimeter and went to check for yourself. Surely enough, your instinct and sources have been correct, and there you were, face to face with at least a dozen clickers. Just you and your shotgun against them all.

“Are you really this stupid?”

His question makes your forehead crease with anger as well.

“Well?” he pushes. “Are you?”

“I am far more capable than what you give me credit for.”

Joel snarls, the sound mocking in and of itself, and, weirdly enough or not, you relish into it. There’s something primal behind it, something that suggests care, and that has your undivided attention.

“You could’ve been killed,” he says. “Those fuckers could’ve come in here, have their way with us. All because of you.”

“What the fuck do you want me to say, Joel?! You wanna hear me beg for your forgiveness? Want me to beg, on my knees?”

He gulps. You see it, it’s undeniable. It’s not quite the reaction you had in mind, so it takes you aback for a moment.

Joel inches closer towards you, his face reading the same anger as before, eyes darkened by some emotion you couldn’t name at this very moment.

“Do you?” you boldly repeat.

“You’re on mighty thin ice here,” he warns, voice husky and intense. “Don’t push me.”

“Or what?”

Joel stares at you, half incredulously and half impressed. He’s always been impressed by your candor and your boldness, your uncanny ability to just face danger without a second thought and come to the others’ defense.

But today, less so. The thought of you getting infected, getting hurt in any way… he’d hate you forever if that were the case. He’d hate himself for it, too.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for here,” Joel seems to warn.

But you cock an eyebrow, causing him to gulp again and question his every moral, and every portion of his sanity.

“Give me some credit here, Joel,” you say in a ridiculously sultry voice. “I think I know what I’m looking for. If only you’d stop treating me like some kind of—“

Your words are cut abruptly by the harsh press of his mouth against yours in a surprisingly hot and needy kiss. On the one hand, you’re thankful he acted before he might’ve asked you to beg for it, like you cheekily said. You’re somewhat embarrassed that such a thing was insinuated, let alone acting upon it. The two of you do not get along, after all. He might actually hate you, simple as that.

But this right here, his calloused hands slipping underneath your shirt to feel your skin and his mouth clamping on yours, this is anything but easy. The amber light breaking through the window as the sun is setting allows you a final clear glimpse of what is happening, and your body shivers at the sight: Joel is hastily undressing you first, as if he’s in some sort of race to see you naked before you see him. You realize that yes, you do want to see him, all of him, just the way that he is, and feel him in this inappropriate moment.

It’s obvious it’s been a long time for both of you; all of the sloppy and rushed movements, getting right to it, suggest a desperation that can hardly be verbalized. Your hands drop to the hem of his shirt, tearing off some of the buttons that keep what’s underneath concealed. You take but a rushed moment to admire the scars covering his chest and belly, as well as the chest hair that you’d love nothing more but nuzzle in. nothing but a stolen moment, though. You wouldn’t want to ruin this moment with anything.

Your hands drop to his jeans, removing his belt and watching him shimmy his way out of them. Your eyes widen in surprise when you brush against him, feeling him rock hard in his boxers.

“Turn around,” he commands, and you obey.

You find yourself bent over the couch in his living room, a strong hand keeping you in place. Anticipation is killing you, the perverted thoughts soaking your mind and pussy alike. it’s ridiculous, really; how the fuck are you soaked when all you’ve done so far is argue with him? Him, Joel Miller, of all people. It feels wrong and forbidden in some way, but at the same time, it feels exactly right. Like this is what you’ve been missing all this time. Him, his arms, his eyes and mouth devouring you alike, and his cock slipping inside you.

Which is precisely what he does.

You can’t possibly control or prevent the wanton cry that comes out of your mouth when you feel his cock sliding inside of you. He pushes with ease, and in any other case it would’ve been alarming to acknowledge how soaked you are, but now, it feels oddly understandable.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” you hear him grunt. “Have you been wanting me to fuck you like this for too long, sweetheart?”

Motherf—

Again you moan when he pushes so far deep inside you, you think you’re gonna black out.

“Answer me,” he grunts.

“Screw you, Miller,” you smile.

He chuckles, because of course he does. “Isn’t it the other way around now?”

He grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing it as hard as he can, and he drags his cock all the way out just to push back inside, burying himself in you to the hilt. Then, he just starts slamming his hips into yours, deeming that he’d given you enough time to adjust and all that. After all, this is rushed, needy, and far too agonizing to prolong. It doesn’t mean anything. Why should it?

Fuck, you wanna see him right now. You wanna see the crease on his forehead that betrays his intense concentration, the way a few locks of hair fall down and the way he’s working up a sweat just by staring at your ass brushing up against his cock with each additional thrust. All you can do is moan brokenly as your body is being used as leverage for him to propel himself into, but hell, you could not possibly complain.

Neither of you says much except the occasional cuss word or grunt. Those are the only sounds filling the dead air. It’s hard to focus on actually doing what you’re doing and saying something. Maybe you don’t need to; adding words to this already complicated situation would only make it more meaningful when it’s just about blowing off some steam.

Although you cannot ignore the waves of pleasure that rip through you when Joel’s hand curls around you from the very same position he’s fucking you. A cry leaves your throat, currently held by one of his calloused hands, and Joel smiles in some delirious ecstasy.

“That’s right,” he teases, almost breathless. “This is all you needed—isn’t it?”

If you couldn’t speak before, you certainly can’t now. Joel doesn’t tell you how good it feels to feel you this way. He doesn’t tell you how feral it makes him to have your body at his will, to fuck you this hard and fast from behind like you’re running out of time.

Maybe you are, maybe you aren’t. All he knows is that the buildup in his belly is gonna erupt soon, but he needs to feel you first.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he says, leaning over and squeezing your throat just a little more. “Make it a good one for me, hm? How ‘bout that?”

It’s like he presses an automatic switch as he says that; within the next few seconds, you clamp down all around him, your body seizing up and soaking his cock with your juices as you reach the throes of ecstasy.

“J-Joel—“you finally manage to get out.

He fucks you through your climax, only to pull out as abruptly as he entered you, stroking himself to completion right on your ass. Breathless, he can only stare at the hot, messy canvas he’d painted on your body. The image triggers something inside of him, something deep and primal, urging him for more.

But he can’t. He shouldn’t. There are about a dozen reasons why he shouldn’t, and yet, he just did.

A final smack over your ass lets you know that the exchange of bodily fluids and pleasure has come to an end. When your eyes lock, he doesn’t say a word to you, and neither do you. Instead, he grabs a towel to clean you gently with, a stark contrast between the feral man from mere moments ago and the current one.

“Don’t make me care about you,” he warns.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” you say, highly doubting that sentence.

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m00nlight-ramblings · 3 months

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Lucky You

You and Steve are (sometimes) friends with benefits, heavy on the "friends". While being partnered up for a school project, you both get distracted very easily.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x female reader

Warnings: smut (with very little plot), p in v sex, oral (female receiving), dirty talk. unprotected sex, friends with benefits. 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: My first Steve oneshot because I couldn't help it even though I didn't have any requests lol. I CAN'T HELP IT I LOVE THIS MAN OKAY?!

The math equations in front of you started to blur on the page, causing you to blink rapidly and press your fingers to your temples. You had been at it with this particular math problem for basically 30 hours now (aka 5 minutes), but you weren't getting any closer to solving it now than you were when you first moved to it.

"Yeah, I can't do this." Steve huffed, pushing his book in front of him and sighing, "This shit is way too hard."

"C'mon, we can't give up now - the project's due next week and we have like...20 more problems to do." You retorted, starting to press your fingers harder on your forehead.

Steve groaned and leaned towards you in defeat, his head heavily resting on your shoulder. Kicking his feet in a mock temper tantrum, he heaved his shoulders and pressed his full body weight against you, causing you to start to tip over.

"Steve! Stoppppp -" You started to giggle, trying to push him off of you. You saw his playful smile in the corner of your eye as he put even more of his body weight on you, eventually pushing you to the floor. You groaned loudly, throwing your hands in the air as he laid on top of your torso. "You're killing me, Harrington!"

"Come on, you love it!" He said, pushing on your stomach. You made a noise that could only be described as a "strangled gurgle" and started to slap his back.

"Okay, uncle, uncle! I wave my white flag, getoffame!" You finally pushed him off but stayed laying down, trying to catch your breath now that you had full control of your airwave again. Steve was laughing, rolling to a laying position right next to you. After a moment of silence - beside both of your laughter - he turned his head to you.

"I don't wanna do this project anymore." He said, pouting his lips. You turned your head to mirror him, staring into his puppy dog eyes. You rolled your own eyes, playfully hitting him on the shoulder.

"Well too bad, because our midterm grade relies on it." Steve sighed and you sucked your teeth, "You know, Steve, you're lucky Ms. Rollings paired us together, otherwise I have a sneaking suspicion that you'd fail this."

Steve gasped in mock horror, bringing a hand to his heart. "Lucky me? Lucky you! I'm the one pulling the full weight of this project!"

"Oh, yeah right!" You joked, laughing loudly. "That's horseshit!"

Steve scooted closer to you, casually throwing his arm around your waist, "Yes, it's very true. And as the person spear-heading this project, I have determined that we are due for a break."

You raised your eyebrows and turned on your side, fully melting into Steve's embrace. Your heart backflipped for a second - you had quite the idea of where he was going with this, and to say you were open and willing was an understatement. "Oh yeah?"

Steve nodded, playing into his joking role even more, "Oh, yes. And I have the best idea on how to spend it." He leaned his face in, his lips merely inches from your face. You couldn't help but smile, biting your lower lip.

"Oh yeah? And what's that?" Your hand found its way to Steve's waist, sneaking into his shirt. He gasped slightly at the feeling of your touch. He nodded slowly, leaning even closer in. His lips were touching yours now, causing your heart to beat faster.

"Why don't I show you, instead?" His voice was husky, causing your attraction to bloom in your belly. He licked his lips and quickly looked into your eyes, cocking an eyebrow.

Without waiting for your response, Steve pushed you gently on your back, sliding down your body. He smiled his signature Steve smile and played with the button on your jeans. While you slipped your sneakers off, you nodded at him, giving him the go-ahead. Hastily, he undid your top button, sliding down the jeans.

"Fuck, I missed doing this with you." He said, raising his eyebrows and lowering himself down to your level. He caught your lips in a kiss, sloppy and urgent. It had been a few weeks since you last hooked up, and not surprisingly, you were left with an ache only Steve Harrington could fill.

"I missed doing this with you." You teased back, biting down softly on his bottom lip. He groaned slightly, his eyelids fluttering closed. You smiled at the power you had in that moment - something about making The Steve Harrington weak made you feel on top of the world.

Steve hastily ripped off his tshirt, discarding it on the floor next to you. You mimicked him, your shirt joining his on the ground. Steve stared at your chest for a moment, covered in a lacy bra you kept hidden like a secret weapon. He whimpered and looked at you.

"You wore my favorite bra." He plainly stated, his eyes glazing over slightly. You smirked.

"Just a coincidence...laundry day."

It wasn't a coincidence.

Steve licked his lips, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your chest. He watched as you slowly - painfully slow, so you could tease him - undid the clasp of your bra behind you, your tits bouncing as they left the constraints of the bra. As you discarded your bra to the depth of the floor with your shirts, Steve groaned again, immediately reaching down to palm your tits.

"God, I could stare at these tits all day," He said, fingering your nipples. You hissed as you alternated between the two, the nipple not in between his fingers finding its way into his mouth.

"Fuck, Steve!" You whispered, your hands finding their way into his hair. He chuckled as he lapped at your tits, teething at the erect nipples gently. He swirled his tongue around your tits, leaving a trail of immediately drying saliva. You were quickly aware of how this wasn't going to be a slow and sensual fuck - this was going to be a burning-passion-I-need-you-right-now kind.

As if on queue, Steve slid down you body, throwing your legs to the side so he could bury his head in between them. You yelped quietly at the movement and he smirked, winking at you as he pushed your underwear to the side. He settled in, and while eyeing your cunt, he whistled.

"Whew, baby you are already so wet for me," He said, licking his lips, "I can see it from here...don't even need to touch it to know." He eyed you, teasing your wet folds with a gentle touch from one of his point fingers. You gasped at his touch, cocking an eyebrow.

"You going to tease me all night, Harrington, or you going to put your money where you mouth is?" You said through gritted teeth. He chuckled, taking his pointer finger to start circling your clit. You let your head hang backwards, your mouth agape. A shiver of pleasure shot through your body at his touch.

"Oh, I'll show you where I'll put my mouth." He said, his voice raspy. A moment passed before you felt his cool lips attach themselves to your clit, immediately sucking at just the right tempo.

"Oh, fuck, Steve!" You moaned, one of your hands flying to your side. You gripped the t-shirt next to you, balling it into your fist.

Steve replied with a moan, sending a vibration through your clit. You started to pant as his tongue lapped at your pussy, your legs involuntarily opening wider and wider. You felt your toes start to tingle as Steve inserted a finger, keeping at it with his tongue. He moaned as he ate your core, the vibration of the sound sending your closer and closer to the edge. Your free hand found its way to one of your tits, playing with a nipple. Steve looked up from your pussy and pulled away, smiling.

"That's it, play with your tits, you dirty girl." He immediately went back to your pussy and you felt your eyes start to roll back in your head. Sex with Steve was always fun, and sometimes funny, but when Steve was dirty, he knew just the thing to say to send you over the edge.

You were putty in his hands, and he knew it.

Steve's finger inside of you teased you, slowly moving in and out. He focused his attention at your clit, getting you closer and closer to orgasm. You felt the coil in your belly start to build, and your pussy started to tighten.

"I'm gonna cum," You said, your voice barely above a whisper. You didn't have your wits about you to be any loud - Steve's sexual ability was making your head swim, and y9our vision turn fuzzy. "Fuck, I'm so close."

Suddenly, Steve pulled away, wiping his mouth. Your head shot up to look at him and he smiled, pushing his underwear down. His erect penis stood at attention, desperate to be inside of you.

"If that's the case, then I'm going to make you cum on my cock." He said. Suddenly, you gripped your hips and flipped you over, immediately spreading your legs. Pulling you up by your hips, he positioned your ass in the air. With a swift slap - a loud TWACK echoing in the room - you felt him position himself at your entrance.

"Tell me you want it." He commanded, playing with your pussy. You felt the tip of his cock circling your entrance, never fully going in. Gasping at the feeling, you spoke.

"I want it. Fuck, Steve, I want it!"

"What do you want?"

"I-I want your cock!" You heard the neediness - the desperation - in your voice. If you were a character in a book or a movie, you would've rolled your eyes - how good does the sex have to be in order for someone to be so desperate to sound like that?

But you knew.

"I want your cock in me." Your voice was a whine as he chuckled. He slowly entered you, stopping about a quarter of the way. Your body tensed and you held your breath, waiting for the full feeling of him stretching you. He exited you and entered, again stopping about a quarter of the way. He did this two or three more times before he fully entered you without warning, slamming into your pussy.

You screamed in pleasure, throwing your head back. Steve grabbed hold of your hair and gave it a quick tug, finding pacing with his dick. Every thrust sent shockwaves through your body, the orgasm that Steve abandoned a few moments ago starting to creep back in.

Your body heat rose and you felt your forehead start to sweat, your words getting jumbled. They were somewhere between "fuckfuckfuck" and "yesyesyesySteveohyesyes", Steve's grunts and moans peppering between them.

"Fuck, this pussy is so good!" He said, his hair swinging with every thrust. Looking back, you saw that his lids were half closed, a sign that he was getting closer to his own orgasm. He caught your eyes and smiled, "Fuck, you look so fucking hot."

"Fuck Steve...I'm gonna fucking cum. You better make me fucking cum this time." You said, a smile playing on your lips. He smiled back, slapping your ass again and digging his fingers into your hips to hold you steady. His thrusts became a bit sloppy, and the rhythm he had been holding was now starting to come undone.

"I always make you fucking cum," He grunted, "I make you cum. You better scream my name when you cum." He commanded, this side of Steve rising in a way that only happens when you two had sex. You heart was beating so rapidly, seeing him sweaty and primal. The Steve you often fucked was so different than the Steve everyone else knew - it made your sex all the better, almost like a secret between you two.

Your orgasm was on the brink now, your vision peppered with black spots. The coil in your belly finally snapped, the rush of pleasure extending to your toes. You screamed his name, you hips bucking at his thrusts. Steve grabbed hold of your hair again before you felt his chest completely connect with your back, him laying on top of you. With two more thrusts, he groaned your name, his orgasm shooting into you. He reached one arm around your chest to hold you closer, his spasms moving you together as he held you close.

After a moment, silent except from panting from the both of you, he pulled out, immediately sitting on the ground to catch his breath. You wiped your brown and sat across from him, mirroring him.

"Fuck, that was so hot." He spoke, his voice tired. You nodded i agreement and smiled at him, causing a small fit of giggles to be exchanged.

And just like that, the usual Steve was back.

"I have to tell you something," Steve said, starting to slowly get dressed. He helped you by handing you your clothes, "What I said earlier? Totally not true."

Confused, you looked at him, "Steve, what the hell are you talking about?"

Zipping up his jeans, he smiled at you, "With sex like that? I'm the lucky one."

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A/N: What did you guys think?? I had this idea for a while, and just wanted to put some pen to paper. It's not my favorite, but I do enjoy a good Steve smut lol. As always, likes/reblogs/comments are much appreciated <3

#steve harrington headcanons #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fan fiction

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strongheartneteyam · 5 months

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Late night fun.

pairing: human!neteyam x female!reader

cw: fluff, established relationship, oral sex (female & male receiving), dirty talk, netflix and chill (lol), grinding, snuggling for warmth "trope", use of "babygirl" and "princess", hair pulling, dominant neteyam/sub reader, use of "daddy", use of "slut", possessive neteyam, slight degradation, praising kink, slut-for-neteyam-reader

Synopsis: It was supposed to be just a cozy winter night where you would chill in bed with your boyfriend while watching TV... but when it came to you and Neteyam alone in a room for too long, it was never just cuddles. The magnetic force that was the attraction that burned between the both of you was far too strong.

I've been wanting to write something for human neteyam for ages and I guess this is my first attempt lol hope my dear readers like it <3

Not proofread. The heat is cooking my brain 🧠 🔥 sorry babies, mama promises to do it soon lol

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The night was cold and there was a sitcom playing on the big TV on Neteyam's bedroom. You snuggled closer to your boyfriend's chest, trying to get some warmth out of his soft black hoodie and his own body heat.

Neteyam chuckled at your smaller body holding onto his - he was 6'1, so, it was not hard for a girl to look short compared to his tall, broad body - and said "You cold, babygirl?" His voice was a bit hoarse and you had always found it to be the sexiest thing ever, even before you two started dating. Neteyam wrapped his strong, long arm around you, pulling you even closer.

"Mmhmm... You're so warm and comfy. I love it." your words were tender and needy. You let out a relaxed sigh.

"You're cute, baby." He pressed his lips softly on your forehead, making you feel protected.

After cuddling with Neteyam for a while, you started feeling a big bulge under his jeans.

"Teyam, you're hard?" A mischievous chuckle left your lips

"Don't blame me. It's impossible not to get turned on with these delicious fleshy thighs wrapped around my hips." He tried to defend himself and you could only keep laughing, though you tried to keep your voice down not to wake his family up. God knows Jake was a strict ex marine dad and Neytiri was short tempered. They were the best parents in law to you, despite that.

"Want me to help you out with that?" Your dirty suggestion comes with a pair of lustful eyes directed at Neteyam's gorgeous face. His sharp jaw looked sexier than ever that night. Or maybe you were just turned on by the feeling of his hard cock against your soft thigh.

Neteyam answered you by swiftly placing you on top of him. You were now straddling his large lap and you couldn't help but grind against his erection.

"Keep doing that and I'll use your little mouth to make me cum before I fuck your tight pussy." Neteyam warned, his voice husky. Your teasing ways always drove him crazy with desire.

You smiled at him.

"You know I don't mind if you do that." Your lips kissed his warm neck and you were drowning in the natural, cozy scent of Neteyam's skin.

Before you could notice, Neteyam grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head back, forcing you to look at him.

"Adress me right, then." Your breath was slightly labored and at this point your panties were utterly soaked.

"Daddy?" You tried

"That's right" Neteyam grinned, cocky. He loved it when you were good for him. "My obedient little slut."

"All yours, Daddy. Just yours." You mewled, eager to suck his cock already. It was just like you could taste him already.

"Only mine." He reinforced your previous statement "Get off me for a while, princess." You immediately obeyed. You loved being his fucktoy.

Neteyam got on his knees and took his hoodie off, followed by his white shirt and then his light blue jeans. His clothes were now on the floor and your mouth almost watered at the sight of his large, girthy cock out to see. God, why was his cock so big and so pretty? Is that weird to think a guy's cock is pretty? Not that you actually cared about that at that moment. The only thing you truly cared about was tasting that little bead of pre cum on the slit of his swollen tip.

"Come." Neteyam ordered and you did as he said.

You got closer to him and he rapidly took your black buttoned up shirt off, revealing part of your body to him.

"You're so fucking hot. So fucking perfect for me." Neteyam praised you, winning a shy but joyful smile from your rosy lips."Now, wrap these pretty lips around Daddy's cock."

You lowered yourself, face right next to his hard member, your ass up in the air. Neteyam roughly grabbed one of your butt cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh hard, getting a somehow sadistic delight from that action.

Your mouth was now filled with his cock, his girth making it hard to fit it all in but you did your best to please him. Neteyam breathed in with pleasure while he looked down at you with half lidded eyes.

"Feels good" he murmured, captivated by the way your soft, warm tongue felt on his length. Your head made up and down movements swiftly and you looked up at him, eyes full of submission and devotion.

Neteyam grabbed the back of your head and gently pushed you away from his cock. You licked your lips, his strong taste lingering in your tastebuds. You kissed his toned but soft torso, licking his skin too. You wanted all of him, you needed all of him.

"Put your tongue out for Daddy." Not a second later, your tongue was already out as you waited for what was to come.

Neteyam grabbed his cock and put his girthy, swollen tip on your wet tongue, making tapping motions over and over again at a rapid pace, making you feel like a dirty slut but you loved to feel like that for him and only for him. Tasting his salty, musky pre cum on your mouth made you feel something so unique and you were just utterly addicted to it.

He watched you, full of himself, seeing how much you loved tasting his juices.

"Now it's my turn to taste you." Neteyam stated

"But I'm not done yet..." You protested with a whiny face

"I love how greedy you are for my cock, princess, but I wanna make you feel good too, hmm?" Neteyam buried his long fingers on your soft hair, holding your head in a slight move of soft but effective dominance

"'Kay..." You looked a bit defeated

Your response was followed by a chuckle coming from Neteyam.

"Don't act like you don't like it. Don't be a little brat."

"That's not it. You know I love it when you eat me out, Daddy." You gave him a lewd smile

"Then open these legs for me." Neteyam's large hand touched your inner thigh, caressing the sensitive skin slowly.

Now you wanted to feel his tongue on your core more than anything in the world. You laid back at the comfortable mattress, in the sheets that smelled just like Neteyam and watched as he slid your white panties down your legs.

Neteyam hiked up your skirt, leaving your pussy out to see. He opened your legs and stared at your glistening folds, coated with your juices. Your boyfriend was now licking your pussy from the bottom until your clit. When his warm tongue reached your sensitive nub, you let out a cry of pleasure.

"Just don't be too loud so we don't wake my family up, okay, babygirl?" He smiled at you, lips shining with your juices all over them. That was so dirty and so fucking sexy.

You moved your head back and fourth, telling him you understood, desperate for him to continue what he was doing before.

Neteyam started suckling on your clit and your mouth fell open with the wave of pleasure that came over you. Your hips started moving while you pushed your wet cunt against his mouth. You could feel his nose rubbing against your clitoris now, as he was licking you deep, gathering your juices with his tongue and swallowing them, savoring his babygirl's taste. You tasted like Heaven to Neteyam.

You held onto his thin, silky braids while Neteyam feasted on your sticky cunt, eating you out so eagerly you felt like the hottest girl alive. He looked up to you, his hazel eyes so enticing, almost like he was trying to tell you through his piercing gaze how much he loved eating your pussy. Neteyam sneaked one of his hands under your bra, cupping one of your boobs while he kept licking you. All the things he was doing to you were so good that you had to put both your hands over your mouth to try and muffle the way you were moaning intensely. Your legs were starting to tremble now.

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puppyboygf · 1 year

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I hope you know yours truly was behind the last 3 posts sent in (the werewolfgirl pinning you down, the cuddling for warmth turning into being knotted, and the cock worship)

i guessed you were the same person honestly but PLEASE for my sanity who is "yours truly"

#at least give me a hint please im rolling around on the floor wailing like a husky throwing a temper tantrum

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foldingfittedsheets · 12 days

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I’ve had a lot of times in my life where I’ve spoken my insights into people too bluntly. Noting that someone’s partner didn’t care for them as deeply or observing a self destructive habit generally just make people lash out.

For instance when my cousin decided to get married at nineteen to a girl he’d known for three months after they met on a World of Warcraft server before they even lived together. I was the only one to tell him what a ludicrously bad idea it was. He didn’t thank me, and only when they divorced a year later did he acknowledge that my honesty had come from a place of caring.

Over the years I’ve tempered my impulse to meddle to the point where someone is asking for my honest opinion or advice. If I clock that my very definitely autistic friend is starting to question whether they might be autistic I’ll give a roundabout nudge but not before then. When someone’s boyfriend is an absolute skeev I keep it to myself unless prompted.

But my friend with the nightmare dog is just drowning. The dog is a husky mix, but with only husky traits. Independence, stubbornness, nippiness, aloof. She said she wanted a cuddly dog who loved people and would go out and about with her.

The dog she got can’t be trusted an inch to recall, doesn’t care for most people, and just walks all over her. She didn’t do any reading and this is her first dog, ever. She kept saying she’d talk to a trainer but instead just cries about how defeated she feels about the dogs behavior. I’d go over for training sessions only to have her not take any of my advice.

I let it go two months but she just told us she got bitten breaking up a fight between her dog and another. I finally just texted that I didn’t think this was the dog for her and that rehoming would be in both of their best interests.

She hasn’t responded and I’m miserably certain I’ve overstepped. I wanted to tell her in person but she always changes the subject, even when she’s crying over how hard this dog is making her life. I feel like my friend deserves to be happy and there’s just no version of this animal being what she needs or can handle but I still feel like a monster for saying it.

#ramblies

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lullabyes22-blog · 2 months

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Snippet - Sampling - Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO

A journalist finds themselves on the Eye of Zaun's platter...

(Run, you idiot. Run.)

Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

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"Have you considered," you dared, as you both resumed your seats, now side-by-side, "finding a companion to share the burden with?"

"Companion? I trust you don't mean a spouse?"

Your cheeks flamed. "Are there so few suitable candidates in Zaun?"

"Suitable? Oh, plenty."

You found yourself leaning in. "But no one special?"

"Special..." He rolled the word on his tongue: languorously, as if savoring a peculiar delicacy. "In a manner of speaking."

He eyed the decanter, and seemed to debate whether or not to pour a second shot. He settled for a single finger. Yours, too, was devotedly filled. The atmosphere was beginning to warm: a clandestine coziness of blue-and-gold.

You'd not realized how much heat the Chancellor radiated, until he was a scant distance away. The shared settee felt like a private sauna.

"Who, then?" Your voice, coming from somewhere deep, had grown husky. "What sort of person could entice you?"

"Oh, a rarity. But Zaun has no shortage of those. We're a spirited folk, Mx. Goode. Our passions, our ambitions... they are not bound by convention." A hand lifted; sherry swirled in the glass. "They are not, in fact, bound at all."

You took a shaky sip from your own. "You seek, then, an equal match."

"A balance, not a scale." His chuckle rasped up your spine like a lit matchstick. "I'll admit I'm no catch. My faults are many. A temper to shame Shurima's blistering sands, and a stubbornness to rival their stone colossi. I'm prone to jealousy, and far too accustomed to getting my way. Then there's my taste for strong liquor and late hours." He tipped his head back, and downed the shot. You watched the tendons in his throat flex sinuously. "But, whatever else, I keep my vices within legal bounds." Wry: "Even if those bounds are elastic."

Your own glass was nearly empty. Your head spun: from the sherry, or the man, you couldn't say. "I have heard... rumors."

"The world's full of them."

"Your, ah, tastes. Are said to be eclectic. And your carte du monde..."

"Broad, as they say, beyond the pale." That low laugh. "You're curious?"

Breathless, you answered, "Very."

"I'm afraid, then, I must disappoint. Some secrets are best kept secret." A sidelong smile. His front teeth were finely serrated, and chipped at the center. Why did that strike you as attractive? It was mystifying. "I will say this. A wide platter is no promise of a full belly. Especially—" A pair of canines bared their twinkling points. "If one’s palate is discriminating."

The temperature had jumped several degrees. You felt, in a trance, your glass being taken from your hand. Heard the clink of the two, set aside.

When his attention returned, he was closer than before. You noticed the creases at the corners of his eyes, and the scar notching his left temple in its trajectory down to the jaggedly seamed flesh of his cheekbone. His mouth, too, had a scar: a tiny white nick near the upper lip. It was not unattractive. In fact, the violence in the topography of his flesh seemed only to enhance his appeal.

The imperfections were signs of a life lived fully. With passion. With vigor.

A Zaunite life.

"Surely," you licked your lips, and tasted the sherry, "you've sampled everything the city has to offer."

"I've sampled." He tipped a shoulder. "And been satisfied."

"But not fulfilled?"

Again, that equivocal shrug. "I'll be blunt. The city has a surplus of beauty, and no a shortage of brilliance. But it is the rare find whose value cannot be gauged. The Noxian boys, not to stereotype, are always greedy to prove themselves. Too greedy, in my estimation. Bilgewater's wenches are bold as brass, but insufferably spiteful. Ionians, I've a soft spot for. A study of elegance, in their way. But tender hearts can be fickle. And Demacians..." He gusted a sigh. "A pretty passel, but heads as empty as eggshells. If I crack one, its contents will likely ooze." A grin. "Unless it's a good fuck, in which case, I won't complain."

It was the first time he'd uttered a profanity in your presence. And his delivery—the way his lips lingered on the f and cut like a knife through the k—was undeniably filthy.

The heat spiked into a flare. Your skin felt slick, your pulse wild. His stare, that lazy-lidded blue eye, took in the effects.

There was the faintest of smiles, and no tell. His poker face was perfect.

"Have you considered," you fumbled, "searching closer to home?"

"Indeed, I have." Then, to your dismay: "The local Vekauran enclave, in fact."

"I—really?"

"I've no prejudice. They're a fine-looking folk. Lithe and lovely and dark as dusk. Their cuisine, especially, is a godsend. Have you tasted payasam, Mx. Goode? I detest sweets, but their use of jaggery is pure genius."

"Their dishes," you heard the pique in your own tone, "are a bit too spicy for my taste."

"Spicy?" The smile slipped into a smirk. "Or hot?"

"Is there a difference?"

"There is in Zaun. Spice has layers of flavor. It can be bitter, or sweet, or sour. But its essence is its bite." He lounged back, and his knee brushed yours. The blue and red eyes snared you with hypnotic intensity. "Hot, on the other hand, is a lasting potency. Does it sear, or scald, or swallow you whole? Only a brave tongue can tell."

You swallowed. The parlor was an oven. His knee, kissing yours, a branding-iron.

"Is that what suits your palate," you managed. "A little spice?"

"A little. Never too much. Just enough to get the blood flowing." His arm draped the back of the settee. You felt his thumb skim your nape. Gooseflesh bloomed. "Anyway, Vekauran beauties are best enjoyed at a distance. Praise one by saying she belongs in the kitchen, and she'll chop off your tongue and feed it to you raw."

You voice was nearly a shiver. "You seem... well-versed."

"I am, indeed." Another brush against the nape. You tried not to arch. "And I prefer my tongue in working order."

"For business...?"

"That, too." And, slowly, his thumb stroked down to the hollow between your neck and shoulder. "Speaking of which, are you enjoying yours?"

The words—the touch—were a dousing of heat. Your eyes fluttered shut. You were on the verge of a slip down scandal and into the inferno. A part of you screamed to abort, and flee to the safety of your suite. To cool down, and return to Piltover with a full report, and an intact reputation.

The rest of you—the real you—melted like candlewax under a flame.

You'd played with fire before. But never one as scorching as this.

"I think," you breathed, "we've done enough talking."

The Chancellor, smiling, closed the last scant inches.

#arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane silco #silco #forward but never forget/xoxo #forward (never forget)/xoxo #arcane zaun #arcane piltover #piltover #zaun #silco x reader

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drabblesandimagines · 1 year

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Kitty

Pairings: Rei x reader Buddy Daddies fluff, descriptions of gun violence

Wordcount: 4,027 (revised 22/03/23)

You weren’t exactly sure how long ago it had been - a year, possibly? More? - but on one particular torturous night, he’d strangled you after what he deemed a ‘stressful day’. Your throat was sore for days after, your vocal chords husky and raw. You found it easier just to not talk after that and he seemed happy enough with the development, so you were too. If you spoke, there was a danger that you’d say something to upset him and he’d lash out in anger. Of course, he still did lose his temper and you would bear the brunt of his anger, but now it was only over other grievances rather than anything you brought on yourself.

You didn’t even flinch when he jammed the cold metal of the gun into the side of your skull. It wasn’t the first time, that’s for sure. He did it a lot at the start of your time there, enjoying your sobs as you feared for your life. Now you just wished he’d just pull the trigger. Get it over with – you weren’t sure of your purpose here. You were the maid - you cleaned and served him and were his personal punchbag. Thankfully, he’d never touched you in that way, but surely he’d had enough enjoyment out of you by now.

It had been a typical evening in the house – he’d retired to his study with his cigar and whisky while you cleared the dinner table for him and his goons. The gunfire had started soon after that. You hadn’t thought too much of it at first, sometimes when his men drank they got a bit trigger-happy with each other over minor disputes. It was only when he ran into the dining room, gunshots echoing behind him that you realized it wasn’t as you first thought. He grabbed you around the neck, breathing heavily as his assailant entered the room and your abductor pressed the gun into your head.

A sullen man with an undercut and black hair tied up upon his head is staring at you with an equally blank stare on his face as yours, his aim steady. He’s dressed in a well-fitted, obviously tailored suit - a professional, you guessed.

“Let her go,” you heard a voice hiss behind you, another gun cocking. He was trapped, surrounded by two guns. The barrel left your skull and then everything happened in a blur - someone yanked you back and threw you down to the ground as there was a single gunshot. Your abductor’s body crashed to the floor, blood oozing from a hole in the middle of his forehead.

You look up, expecting a bullet to hit you next. The two men stand over you, looking down. The voice behind you turned out to be a blonde man, classically good-looking with fluffy hair and also very well-dressed. You watch as he puts away his gun and crouches down in front of you.

“Are you okay?” The blonde man asks gently and you must’ve given him a confused look as he backtracked. “No, stupid question. Is anything, er, broken?” You'd hit the floor pretty hard but nothing had cracked. You shake your head.

“That’s good. How long have you been here?” You think for a moment, opening your mouth slightly but the words don’t come. It was the only defense mechanism you had left. If you don’t speak, no-one can get mad when you say the wrong thing, right? And these two were assassins, clearly. They’d just put a bullet in your abductor’s head and maybe you’d be next if you didn't say what they wanted. You resort to a shrug – it's honest, you don’t know how long it’s been.

The blonde frowns, before pursuing his line of questioning.

“Erm… Well, is there someone we can call for you?”

You shake your head again, twisting your fingers in your lap.

“Do you have a name? I’m Kazuki, and that’s Rei.” He points to the black-haired man behind him.

You dig your nails into the palm of your hand at that. Your name… You shake your head.

The blonde looks at his partner in desperation.

“And the rest of the house is clear?”

“Mm.” Rei confirms. “She’s the only one left. She wasn’t in any of the files.”

Kazuki sighs. They’re in the middle of nowhere. He can’t, in all good conscience, leave you here, especially in the state you appear to be in. They know that eventually they’ll be another drop and the deaths will be discovered, but who knows how long that’ll be and won’t they blame you? The pony-tailed man raised an eyebrow, seeming to read his thoughts.

“If you get to bring a kid and a woman home, I’m definitely getting a cat.”

“I know, I know,” Kazuki mutters. “But we can’t just leave her here. Let’s take her back to the city and then maybe Kyu will be able to dig up something about her.” He turned back to you, debating. “Maybe she’s got some personal items. Do you have a room here? Can you show us?”

You swallowed before nodding in the affirmative. Why would they want to see that? You got to your feet and the blonde quickly stepped in line with you. Rei stalked behind, his gun still drawn.

You led them through a back passage to your “room”. It wasn’t really a room to be perfectly honest, it was a broom closet. The door had a heavy padlock on it but it was no longer used - you’d stopped trying to get out of there long ago. You swung the door open and pulled the cord, a solitary light bulb flickered and illuminated the grimy room. There was a pile of blankets on the floor – your makeshift bed - and a folded pile of two dresses, socks and undergarments. Your ‘uniform’. Screwed into the concrete wall was a shackle but, as with the padlock, it had been a while since it had been used.

“Uh… Okay. I...” The blonde stumbled over his words. “I was going to ask if there was anything you want to bring with you, but I guess not.”

You looked down at your feet, awkwardly. Those were the only clothes you owned, but you didn't particularly want to bring them with you.

“Okay, let’s go. We’ve got a van out the front. We’ll get you back to the city and take it from there.” You followed Kazuki dutifully to the front door, Rei once again walking behind when you saw the outcome of the ambush. Your abductor’s security team strewed about the floor, some riddled with gunshots, some a single wound but all very much dead. It should’ve shocked you and it would’ve however long ago, but it wasn’t the first time you’d seen corpses since you’d arrived here. Thankfully, you'd never been given that clean-up.

At the front door, Kazuki looked down at your sock-clad feet – frilly white thigh highs of all things to match that horrendous maid outfit he had you wear. “Erm, do you have any shoes?”

Shoes? You shook your head. Why would you have shoes? You never went outside. You had them once, but you don’t know what happened to any of the things you’d been wearing when you’d first been brought here.

“No? Right. It’s not far, will you be okay to walk like that?”

You nodded. If you had shook your head, would they have left you behind?

The night air was crisp and the freshest thing you’d ever tasted. On occasion you’d pushed your face right up to the windows, trying to breathe it in, but it was rare. The house had always had someone around, yanking you back from the window in case you tried to jump.

There was a catering van parked off to the side of the driveway. You hopped in the back as instructed and sat in the chair Kazuki pointed to. Rei took to the steering wheel and they began the long drive home in silence.

You didn’t want to or even mean to, but the motion of the van had you dozing on and off, meaning you'd pick up snippets of their conversation.

“Maybe she just can’t talk.” You hear Rei suggest.

“No, I think she’s traumatized. She’s covered in bruises. How long do you think she’s been there?”

“Dunno.” A pause. “What are we going to say to Miri?”

An hour or so later, you arrived back in the city. They parked in an underground car park and you followed them to the elevator, up to what seemed quite an elaborate apartment.

Kazuki insisted you sleep in Rei’s bedroom – the man wasn’t really using the room anyway, he’d told you - and you weren’t really in a position to disagree. He’d given you a rundown of the facilities. “So, the toilet’s downstairs near the front door. Rei sleeps in the downstairs bathroom. Don’t ask." He rolls his eyes and then slams his hand into his forehead. "Sorry, no, that sounds insensitive. I mean, if you wanted to ask that’s fine. I’d love to hear you speak, actually, but… Ugh. Okay. Sorry. You’re safe, it’s late, I’ll let you get some sleep.” And he ducked out the room as fast he could.

You didn’t get a lot of sleep. The bed was nice but after months of months on a floor, is it possible that a bed could feel too soft? A lack of sleep wasn’t new though and you had technically napped on the drive here. Your duties at the house often ran late into the night and started early the next morning. When the sun rose that morning, you were already up, sat perched on the end of the bed, feeling anxious. What were you meant to do? What were they going to do with you now?

As these thoughts swirled around your head for however long, there was suddenly a knock at the door. “Er, morning! Are you awake? I won’t come in…” It was Kazuki.

You got to your feet and sprinted over to the door, opening it swiftly - he’d hated waiting for anything.

“Hi!” Kazuki gave a great big smile, clothes in hand. ”I hope you slept okay. I forgot to offer you some clothes last night, but I’ve found these.” He handed over the bundle. “They’re clean – things I’ve been meaning to get rid of since they’re a bit small for Rei now. The shorts are gonna be way too big, but they’ve got a drawstring so that should keep them up. Is that okay?”

You nod, clutching it close to your chest.

“Okay, well, you get changed and I’ll come back in five. Breakfast should be ready soon and you can meet Miri – she’s our little girl. You might’ve heard Rei talk about her last night. See you soon.”

You nodded, and he shut the door. You walked back over to the bed and laid out the garments. A white t-shirt, soft grey jersey shorts with a cord and a black zip-up hoodie. How long had it been since you hadn’t worn a dress? You pulled it off and over your head before pulling up the shorts. Kazuki was right – they were too large but pulling the drawstring tight and securing it in a bow sorted out the issue and the t-shirt was only a little oversized and the hoodie was cosy and covered the bruises on your arms. Thinking of the little girl they'd mentioned, you also kept your thigh high socks on, knowing they would also hide the purple marks on your calves. It was the comfiest you could remember feeling in a while, though.

A knock at the door. “You ready?”

You jogged to the door again, throwing it open, before standing straight and clasping your hands in front of you.

“Okay, great! Er, just follow me.”

You descend the spiral staircase and see a little girl sat at the coffee table, scribbling happily across three pieces of paper, a box of crayons spilt out in front of her. There's a man sat besides her on the sofa, headphones around his neck and mashing at a controller. It takes you a second to recognise them as Rei - he's dressed more far more casual now - in a pair of sweatpants, a navy t-shirt and hoodie on top and his hair is down. Off-duty.

“Hi!” The little girl gasps, her eyes widening in interest at your presence. “I’m Miri, what’s your name?”

Kazuki watches in interest as you open your mouth but quickly close it again, digging your nails into your palms once more.

“Er, Miri, this is Papa Kazuki's…” he hesitated, thinking of how best to phrase it, “..friend. She’s not feeling too well at the moment. She’s sort of lost her voice.”

Miri's eyes widened. “Like a spell?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “Like a spell.”

“You must be a princess!” She squealed, remembering a storybook. “But what’s her name?”

“Er, well…” Kazuki scratches the back of his head. “That’s where we’ve been struggling.”

“Oh, I know, I know!” Miri grabbed another piece of paper and scribbled on it before sliding it over in front of you, alongside a crayon. “See, it says ‘Miri!’ Now it’s your go – write yours.”

You bit your lip before kneeling down besides the coffee table and picking up the crayon. Your hand was shaking. Your abductor had never called you by your name - he'd called you maid, stupid girl was another favourite, and there was a myriad of derogatory terms used by his goons. You’d fought back the first few weeks, when your spirit wasn’t crushed. Your penmanship was as wobbly as Miri’s, but Kazuki read it over slowly, a frown across his features.

“I don’t remember is a funny name!” Miri squealed. There was silence in the room – even Rei had stopped mashing the controller buttons for a beat.

Kazuki winced at Miri’s statement. “No, Miri. I think that must be part of the, er, spell.”

“Oh…” Miri frowned, pondering for a moment. “Well, I’ll call you princess! Sit with me, princess!” She tugged at your arm, trying to pull you up to the sofa besides her.

“If Miri gets to call her princess, can I call her kitty?” Rei's voice makes you jump.

“Princess Kitty!”

Kazuki looks mortified at his company. “It’s not up to me! Is… is that okay with you? I mean, until we can figure it all out.”

You nod – they were nicer names than you were used to.

Breakfast was a far more lavish affair than you were used to – the plates were laden and there was so much choice. Rei and Miri said grace and you bowed your head in thanks, following suit. The two then proceeded to demolish their servings before you could even fathom, quickly abandoning the table for their previous activities at the sofa. Kazuki chuckles, “Yeah, they’re like that, unfortunately. We can take our time.”

The food felt rich and heavy in your stomach, so you forced a bit more down than you originally wanted so as not to seem ungrateful. It was never a good outcome. Kazuki got to his feet and stretched, and you took it as your cue to start clearing.

“Oh, no, no, it’s okay. You’re our guest. Go sit with Rei and Miri - relax.”

You froze, relax? What…?

“Yeah, come sit with me again, kitty!” Miri chimes, patting the space besides her. “We can watch Papa Rei win!” Seems like she’d be won over by Rei’s name for you.

“Sorry,” Kazuki rubs the back of his head. “I promise when we find out your real name we’ll nip that in the bud. Go, sit."

You walk over to the couch and sit down besides Miri, as she and Kazuki had instructed. She laughed joyfully, watching the man game for a couple of minutes as the blonde bustled around in the background, appearing to pack a bag.

“Miri, come on! Time to go.”

“Oh…” Miri frowned, before she scrambled into your lap. “Will you still be here when I get back, kitty? I want to hang out with you more!”

“Yes, Miri…” Kazuki hesitates before he says your new name, apparently, “kitty will be. Can you go get your coat on?”

“Yay!” Miri squeezes you around the neck, before dashing off towards the front door.

“Okay,” Kazuki stands in front of the TV, trying to divert Rei’s attention from the screen. “I’ll drop Miri off at daycare and then go see Kyu, let him know how things went and if he can get us any information. I’ll bring us back some lunch, okay?”

“Bye.”

You nod.

Kazuki rolls his eyes, before he heads towards the door. Miri declares herself ready and Kazuki puts his shoes on. The door opens and Miri yells, “Bye, Papa Rei! Bye, kitty!”

The door closes.

You stare at the television. Rei was playing some sort of shooting game – you thought that was an odd way to relax after last night. You weren’t sure what you were meant to do now, though. Kazuki had set out his morning, but not yours. You had your routine at the house – serve and clear breakfast, wash the dishes, make the beds, do the laundry, sweep and scrub the floors… Though, what you really wanted to do at this moment if anyone was to ask was use the facilities, but you weren’t sure what the deal was here. When you were on your own doing your chores you could visit whenever, but if you were with him, you were expected to remain there - head bowed, awaiting instructions. Was Rei the same? You shuffled subtly in your position, trying to relieve the pressure on your bladder somewhat. You hoped he wouldn’t notice but, due to his profession and upbringing, he was acutely aware of his surroundings at all times.

“What’s the matter, kitty?”

You freeze and sit poker straight, maybe you’d annoyed him with your movements, distracted him from his game, made him lose…

He pauses the game and leans forward, sliding one of Miri’s pieces of paper towards him and another crayon.

“Can you write it down?”

You bite your lip and pick up the crayon, your stupid hand shaking again. Please may I go to the bathroom?

Rei blinks as he reads it, as if making sure he's read it correctly. “Sure. You don’t need to ask permission.” He unpauses his game and continues button mashing. You exhale, getting up to your feet, bracing yourself for it being a trick. He’d loved changing the rules to keep you on your toes, after all.

Nothing comes as you take a step - no harsh word, no fist or kick - followed by another in the direction of where Kazuki had shown you last night. As you enter and turn to close and lock the door, you can see Rei is still engrossed in his game.

After completing your business, you wash your hands thoroughly in the sink and look at yourself in the mirror. Your face is pale and your braids are messed up. You want to re-do them but you don’t want to seem like you’re taking too long in here – what if there’s a time limit? You tuck in a few loose strands before unlocking the door. Rei’s game play continues and you beeline it back to the couch, sitting exactly where you’d been before and watch.

Your mind starts to wonder – what was going to happen? Were you going to serve these two now? Is that how it worked in the criminal word – kill whoever and their property gets passed on to you? But that didn’t make sense, earlier Kazuki had said you were a guest, right?

“Here, kitty,” Rei says softly, interrupting your thoughts as he presses a controller in your hands. “You can be player two.” He’s switched the game when you were staring into space – Morio Kart now flashes on the screen. You’d seen it years ago but never played. There were no games consoles growing up – you hadn’t even had a television towards the end. Everything had been sold off to try and alleviate your father’s debts.

“Have you played before?” You shook your head. “You steer using the joystick, press this one to accelerate, this one to drift, and this one to throw stuff.” He points to the buttons one by one and you burn it into memory at once. It’s important to remember instructions.

The next few days are odd. Kazuki said Kyu - a business associate of theirs? - was doing his best to work out your past, but to let him know if you recalled anything that might point them in the right direction, however vague it might be but you couldn't even provide a city name. The new routine would consist of breakfast, Kazuki finally relenting in letting you help with dishes whilst he took Miri to daycare, you’d then sit with Rei, occasionally acting as player two, have lunch, fold some laundry with Kazuki, one of them would collect Miri and you’d colour or play something with her in the evening before dinner.

Tonight, things in the household are tense. Kazuki is at his wit’s end, arguing with a disengaged Rei – you’re not quite sure what about but you wanted to keep out of eyeline. Being around raised voices had never ended well for you. You’re at the top of the stairs after you’d taken up the load of laundry you’d folded with the blonde earlier while he was distracted in the dispute, and from your elevated position you can see Miri reaching for the pan of boiling hot water on the stove and your heart stops. You can’t make it down in time to physically stop her and Kazuki and Rei aren’t going to see in time...

You lean over the edge and open your mouth, “M-M-M-Miri, n-no!”

All eyes snap to you at that point - Miri’s included, thankfully, and she stops. You slapped your hand across your mouth, feeling bile rise up in your throat. Your voice sounds so foreign and wrong and you shouldn’t have done that. No, no, no…

Kazuki’s eyes move to Miri and he sees the little girl 's hand hovering centimetres away from the hot pan. “Miri, don’t touch that!” He roars, and she snatches her hand away but continues to stare up at you, along with Rei.

“Kitty spoke!”

“She did,” Rei agreed, and you bite your lip hard. Idiot.

Kazuki had made his way over to the hob, turning off the heat and pushing the pan to the back. Dinner would have to wait. “Miri, I’ve told you a dozen times, you can’t be playing around here. You can get really hurt.”

“But, Papa Kazuki,” she tugs at his trouser leg, “kitty said my name!”

You dart down the stairs, bowing your head over and over apologetically. Your eyes are brimming with tears. It wasn’t your place to discipline the girl, of course it wasn’t…

“She did, didn’t she?” Kazuki replied warmly, before balking when he saw your face. “Oh, hey! No, no, don’t cry! There’s nothing to cry about, we’re not mad. We’re glad to hear you speak, honestly. Aren’t we, Rei?”

Miri is now at your arm, pulling at it. “Say it again! Say it again!”

“Can you?” Rei asks, sounding curious.

“Please!” Miri squeals.

You swallow, looking at all their hopeful faces. It was an order, wasn’t it? “M-M-M-Miri.” You oblige, before ducking your head again.

Miri laughs, tugging at your arm with renewed vigor. “Now say my papas’ names!”

“Miri…” Kazuki warns. “Kitty can speak when she wants and say what she wants, okay? She’s not a performer for you.”

“But I like hearing her voice!”

“Yes, we do too”, he stressed, meeting your eyes at that point, “but she can take it at her own pace.”

There is a lull in conversation – everyone’s eyes are still on you and you hate it. Thankfully, Miri’s stomach rumbles loudly.

“Papa, I’m hungry!”

“Right, dinner!” Kazuki returns to the hob and starts bustling around the kitchen, forgetting about his argument from Rei a few moments before. You’re thankful for the intervention, the distraction and you duck into the bathroom to catch your breath.

Kazuki has taken Miri up to bed and it’s just you and Rei on the couch. He’s gaming as usual, but he has the volume turned down low.

“You can say my name, if you’d like.” He mumbles.

You look at him, unsure. “I’d like to hear you say it, but you don’t have to. I think you’re scared of someone thinking you’ve said the wrong thing, but you should be able to say whatever you feel. Since you already said Miri’s, maybe my name would be easy to say next, to ease you into it.”

His eyes have never left the screen as he speaks. A few moments of silence follow before you squeeze your eyes shut, taking a deep breath. “H-hi, R-R-Rei.”

You open one eye and look over. “Hi.” He replies back, a small smile on his face.

Part two now here.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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This is pretty low stakes and no matter what, everyone likes each other a lot. So it's not a huge problem. But also, I'm steadfast on this...

I live with my sister a several roomates and we all consider each other family. It's a very cozy living situation. However, that doesnt mean we always get along and X and I butt heads on plenty of occasions.

X is a wonderful person but they're also extremely sensitive. They're autistic and dont like certain sounds or behaviors but also they run around screaming a lot or will walk up up and start talking randomly about something. I dont mind it, it can be really annoying when I'm trying to work but understand it and usually hear them out. However the running around screaming "CUM" and "I'M GONNA KILL YOU" can be pretty grating.

Anyways, I really like singing. I have a high soprano voice akin to a victorian childs ghost and I sing when I do the dishes and X haaaaates it. They always tell me to "fucking stop or I'll kill you" (they just speak in an extreme manner as a joke or out of habit it's not threatening just annoying) or "stop, I cant take it". I sometimes stop but sometimes I tell them to get over it because 1) they scream cum like 24/7 2) our other roomate sings until 3 am (deep husky voice very epic to celtic songs) and nobody complains and 3) idgaf. They tell me I'm mean and I tell them they're being overly sensitive, and then they say that they're autistic.

On one hand I understand that they have sensitivities, our other roomates and my sister are autistic as well and have certain things we need to keep in check. I also recognize that I can be overly harsh at times since they have a hard time understanding boundaries (I have issues with people touching me or invading my business so I have very short temper I that area). On the other hand they are the kind of person who cant take their own medicine, even if they're joking the CUM screaming and constant "I'm gonna kill you" really wears you down. I feel pretty justified in my snapping, like when they kept a walking into my room and caught me changing and said "why dont you put a curtain up?" (I had to reiterate that its MY ROOM!) Also when talking with my other roomates we dont have these kinds of problems and we understand what compromises we need to make.

Anyhow, I was singing These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things and X asked me not to because it gives her bad memories and I said I wouldnt, I sang a Neir song and X asked me not to because it's scary and I said alright, i was singing Lullaby of Birdland and X said something and I said GET OVER IT YOU SISSY and they got really sad. I was going to return to piano playing so I can learn Malo from Turn Of The Screw which is possibly the creepiest victorian child song you could sing, they probably wont like it but nowadays I just say "I literally dont care" and continue.

I know im really harsh and probably being rude but the double standards are very annoying and my other roomates think I'm fine. They say I'm mean but they think everything is mean. We are friends regardless. AITA

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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sancyber · 4 months

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pairing jeong yunho x gn!reader x choi san | genre smut, roommates au | summary your roommates lost their game and they need to relieve some stress. | word count 2.2k

warnings soft dom!yunho, hard dom!san, sub!reader, threesome, mentions of voyeurism, nipple play, fingering, marking, praise, orgasm denial, kind of long foreplay, spanking, masturbation, hair pulling, degradation, rough sex, unprotected sex, objectification, spit roasting, creampie, facial

note thank you for tuning into my first work on here.

the sounds of keyboard smashing and mouse clicking were impossible to miss despite it only happening one room away from yours. your flatmates were enjoying a pleasant — or should i say, rather an unpleasant evening spending their time chatting on discord with their other friends and also playing games. unpleasant evening in terms of the two men losing their tempers over a game on the verge of defeat.

immediately you were met with the sound of one of them smashing his headset onto the keyboard followed by angry steps that were made toward your room. you expected them to come to you to rage about their loss as usual but today it seemed a little different.

"y/n" your name rolled off yunho's tongue sternly as walked towards your room and sat down on your own bed. before you were able to reply you noticed something about the taller male. in between his lazy grey sweatpants, you found yourself eyeing his half-hard tent.

yunho followed your eyes and realized what your sight was at that moment. little did you know you immediately and unbeknownst to you you got straight to his point.

"what are you—" your words quickly got interrupted by him.

"can you do us a little favor? you know… as a relief. that game really pissed us off. especially san. right, sannie?" his gaze moved across the room to his teammate who was standing in front of your doorframe as he nodded in agreement.

"what do you think, y/n? let‘s have a little fun tonight, shall we?" san asked with a hint of playfulness in his sweet yet husky voice. your eyes widened. unsure what to do you continued turning your head to face each of them.

"i… i really don't know what you guys are talking about…" you slowly said despite being fully aware of what they were referring to. it just hasn't struck you yet that they are willing to go this way with you.

"oh pretty please… do you really think in all those years of living together we haven't noticed you touching yourself in your room thinking we wouldn't be able to hear you?" the moment you processed san's words, your eyes widened in shock and embarrassment.

"moaning both yunho's name and mine as you cum over all those pretty fingers of yours? did you really think you were alone at home or we were too immersed in our games? no, we weren't. we were enjoying every single bit of your lovely sounds"

if it wasn't just idiomatic, your jaw would be undoubtedly on the floor at what san just said to you.

yunho and san were not just some random people you happened to share a flat with to split costs and save money. over the years you got to know them and eventually recalled them sharing their personal stories and adventures with you, from quick one-night-stands with people in the buzzing and lively club downtown to unsuccessful situationships, you heard everything from them. yet you never expected yourself in this situation and assumed the relationship with both of them to be fairly platonic.

but there was no doubt that each of them was extremely and uniquely attractive in their own way. yunho was ridiculously tall in a way you always wondered how he didn't end up pursuing a modeling career along with his puppy-like facial features and his big slender hands whereas you accidentally found yourself daydreaming about having his fingers grace over your body when you thought there was no chance to even have him act this way towards you.

meanwhile, san was something else. shaped like adonis himself he has a body where you just knew, god took his time with san. it wasn‘t very uncommon for you to drool over to your smaller flatmate in height but definitely broader one in frame. having the two of them in your room right at this exact moment unaware of their plans that they had with you. you were in for a long ride.

after being able to process what was just offered to you, you simply just nodded and yunho smiled wide. an endearing smile yet with a little hint of perversity behind it.

"come here"

yunho gestured to his lap where he was manspreading on your bed already, anticipating his next moves with you as you did what you were asked to. your back hit yunho's toned chest as you plopped down on his thighs. a slight blush creeping across your face as you grew aware of the taller male‘s lasting gaze on your so much smaller figure in comparison to his. your eyes traveled from yunho's face down to his fingers across the room until your gaze eventually met san's eyes which were still attentively watching and leaning onto the doorframe with one hand. an even deeper shade of red spreading across your face as you could feel your arousal growing from being watched by these two ridiculously attractive men.

yunho shifted in his seat before slowly leaning in. his lips meeting yours as the kiss grew more heated and passionate with every second while he brought his long digits down to your abdomen, slowly creeping up your chest and toying with your sensitive nipple. his other hand slid down your upper body past your sweatpants as he was teasing you through your underwear by touching you everywhere except where you needed his fingers the most. you moaned into the kiss at the touch as you broke the kiss to pout at the man and he couldn't help but smile at you.

"what‘s the matter, sweetheart? already growing impatient? let me take my time with you because…"

he looked over to san who was watching the indecent scene unfolding with a less sweet gaze than yunho.

"the moment he gets started with you, you will be a mess… i need to enjoy you while i still can. will you allow me to, sweet thing?"

you, on the other hand, were still pouting but accepted yunho's proposal regardless and nodded in understanding.

"that‘s my baby" is all he said before his lips started to attack the sensitive skin on your neck, biting and sucking marks that are not gonna go unnoticed.

your breath hitched when you realize that yunho has slid his hand past your soaked underwear.

"oh my, you're already so wet. i knew you wanted this all along. this is exciting for you, isn't it?" was all he said before slipping in his index finger and soon bringing another one, fingering you open.

realizing that you could take a third digit before you clenched around his fingers, he abruptly started pumping them in and out of you, earning sweet whimpers from you as he quickly found your sweet spot, hitting it over and over again.

"y-yunho… so— so fucking good…"

waves of pleasure striking you as you chased your release at a speed that you never thought you would be able to do so all thanks to yunho's skillful hands. he knew exactly how to work with you and turn you into an utter mess by just using his fingers at a frequency beyond your imagination alone.

"you are taking it so well. you look so hot like this."

deeply absorbed in your own stimulation you were hardly able to notice that yunho had watched every move, every squirm, every twitch of yours attentively so he knew exactly when to stop before you could even reach your high. realization hitting you as you purposefully missed out on your own orgasm, resulting in you letting out a very disappointed whine.

"don't worry, baby. i just prepared you for the real fun." yunho noted, pitying you for the mess he just has caused you.

you were so far gone in your own misery that you have yet to notice san walking over the two of you, standing in front of you. he didn't waste a single second to get rid of his sweatpants and boxers, freeing his hard and of pre-cum leaking cock, giving it a few strokes. there was no surprise yunho had to prep you for your other roommate, as he was massive in girth.

"get on your knees. show me your pretty ass," san ordered and you complied with your needy endeavor, moving towards the edge of your bed, lifting your hips for him to grab, giving it a harsh smack before digging his nails into your flesh as he aligned his length with your entrance and pushed in rapidly that you bottomed out within seconds.

completely lost in the pleasure of being stuffed again, you were shaking with your entire being. your core happened to be so drenched that san slipped in with ease despite his size. the moment san started thrusting with an unmatched force, you already knew you would be a mess. he showed you no mercy, no remorse, no time to just get used to feeling so full. his hands grabbing a fistful of your hair so he could increase his pace. the way his hips crashed into yours, burying his cock so deep into you that it felt like it might come out the other end, the sensational feeling of having your hole obliterated left your mouth hung open with loud moans leaving.

"look at you" san groaned so deeply full of pure lust. "what a nasty whore you are. having your brain fucked out by me" he left no chance to breathe properly. "and you're being watched too. you like that, don't you? having other people witness how much of a dirty slut you are. being a mere object for our pleasure."

san's filthy words rang through your head as he referred to the taller roommate, who managed to pull his sweatpants and his boxers down to his knees, having his own cock in a fist as he jerked himself off to the sight of you completely falling apart on san's cock.

"god, s-san… i'm so clo– ah… you f-feel so good- oh! around me…" unable to contain your voice you were slowly losing yourself, chasing your high once again.

"that's right, you cockslut. you were made to be fucked by us. your holes' only purpose was to satisfy us" san said in heavy breathing.

yunho, on the other hand, got onto his knees in front of you, holding his dick in one, pumping it a few times before he shoved it down your mouth, tears swelling up in your eyes as his length easily hit the back of your throat not long after entering, the sweet taste lingering on your tongue, the veins that adorned his cock brushing against your tongue.

"your mouth feels so good, y/n. let me fuck it, will you?"

both of your roommates were thrusting into you simultaneously on both ends. your room was filled with sounds full of filth from the three of you, the air smelling like pure sex. feeling so overwhelmed as you were fucked within an inch of your life by the two men, it didn't take long for you to reach your own high. you closed your eyes as you moaned so loud that you sent vibrations down yunho's body while he was penetrating your mouth. taking your last bit of strength to tap yunho's thigh signaling that your climax was near.

"aw, oh you're close? then cum for us. make a mess." the faux sympathy was evident in his voice as he was taking in every single bit of you.

the sounds of san's raspy groans were echoing throughout your room at the same time. all sorts of juices running down your leg and dripping on your bed sheets as the man behind you buried his length into your warm walls. your nerves were tingling, your body was twitching as you were being stimulated into your own high. as your loud sobs echoed throughout the space, you were most likely to be heard by any outsiders.

yet san didn't seem to stop here as he continued to abuse your hole, hitting your spot again and again while yunho also kept shoving his dick down your mouth. somehow the two of them managed to cum roughly at the same time. the taller man pulled out, past your messed up lips and your tear-stained face as jerked himself off, white spurts landing all over your face. simultaneously san was shooting his load inside you, the warm liquid dripping down your already-soaked bed. yunho was panting hard, his mouth hanging open, his eyes focusing on the grotesque picture of you being covered in his semen that unfolded in front of him. the one behind you groaned loudly before he took his cock out, allowing more of his cum to flow out of your pulsating hole.

"ah… you look so sexy like this… all messy with my cum all over your face", was all yunho said as he leaned down to stroke your face, smearing the fluid even more.

san grabbed a handful of your ass and spread your cheeks apart to get a perfect glimpse of your hole as he bent down to get a bit of his own taste and also brought another hand to your ass with a harsh smack. you could feel him smirking as you whimpered at the sudden contact while still shaking from your shattering orgasm.

another smack.

"did you really think we were done with you?"

the lost game was long forgotten.

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