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gggukniverse · 1 day
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take me down slow | jjk
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title: take me down slow
pairing: jeon jungkook x f!reader
genre: m, smut, established relationship au
summary: jungkook is back home from work and even if you've missed him a lot, you let him rest tonight. though, out of all night, you have a wet dream tonight. and even if jungkook is tired, he's happy to take care of you.
warnings: dom!jk sub!reader, needy reader and sleepy koo 🥹, a little bit of oral (m receiving), a little bit of fingering too, unprotected sex (pls be safe), degradation (jk calls reader a whore like one time), daddy kink, kink discovery, creampie, just basically some lazy sleepy sex... until it's not so lazy.
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note: HELLO !!! 🫡 this is just a little story i wrote a long time ago and since part 3 of basic needs is still a work in progress i wanted to give you something to read while you wait :) this one is not edited at all so don't expect the greatest thing. either way, i hope you enjoy it 🩷
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you open your eyes with a gasp and when you take in the dark room you realize it was just a dream. it felt too real. you can almost still feel jungkook”s hands all over your body, well, you kind of actually feel them now.
jungkook is fast asleep by your side, your legs tangled together while your arm is thrown over his middle and his is wrapped around your waist to keep you close to him even in his unconscious state.
he came home from work yesterday, it’s been almost four weeks since the last time you two were together but that’s what being an international star does to his schedule. he got home late in the afternoon and you only got to prepare dinner together and share a comfortable and much needed talk during dinner before he said he was so jet lagged and he needed to go to sleep. you needed him so bad but didn’t say a word, just went to bed with him and fell asleep together.
but out of all nights, you had to have a stupid wet dream tonight.
you’re actually sweating, your skin is hot and your underwear is starting to feel uncomfortable because you can feel it’s soaked. and jungkook is sleeping. he’s peacefully sleeping with his pouty mouth and furrowed eyebrows. you feel so bad but you need him even more, so you guess you can feel bad about it tomorrow morning.
you shift a little and get closer to his neck, giving his skin sweet little kisses as you slowly start to rut your hips against him to try and find any kind of friction on your crotch. like a bitch in heat, that’s what you feel like.
a groan escapes jungkook’s mouth at one specific suck to the side of his neck and his hand twitches where it’s placed on your waist.
“baby.” you whisper in his ear.
“yeah...” he only groans with that sleepy rasp to his voice you missed so much.
“i’m so horny.” you whine as you keep rutting against his hip.
that comment alone seems to wake jungkook up. he lifts his head a little to look down at you with what you suppose is an arched eyebrow, the little light in the room coming from the city lights through the window.
“baby.. .” he says and drops his head back on the pillow, closing his eyes again. he’s tired. you feel so bad.
“i’m sorry, i.. fuck..” you feel like crying but god, you’re so horny you don’t even think your brain is working anymore.
“it’s okay, baby.” jungkook mumbles and his hand that was on your waist goes down to squeeze one of your asscheeks out of nowhere, making you whimper on his neck.
“kook.. so horny..”
“mhm.. i know.” you swear if he keeps talking with that raspy voice you could come completely untouched.
“want you so bad.” your hand goes down to cup him over his sweatpants. he’s soft but you can definitely feel him twitching a little at the contact.
“make me hard, baby.” jungkook squeezes your asscheek again, making you moan.
“yes!” you quickly get up on your knees and throw the comforter away from his body, wasting no time in pushing his sweats down.
“good girl.” your boyfriend praises, his hand going to your hair when you bend over to blow air on his soft dick teasingly.
“missed you so much,” you take him into your hand and start giving his head little licks, feeling it slowly starting to harden on your hand. “missed your cock in my mouth.”
“missed your mouth too.” jungkook hums as he brushes your hair out of your face so he can see you.
“you’re so hot..” you whine when you feel him getting to full hardness just in a matter of seconds. you put it in your mouth, your lips wrapping around him and drowning in the groan that escapes jungkook’s mouth.
“that’s my girl.” the praise makes you so wet you could feel it running down your thighs if your underwear wasn’t soaking all of it.
you bob your head a few times to get him wet enough and pull away with a desperate moan, “kook, i need you.”
“i know, come here.” he pats his thighs. you work quickly, sitting down on his thighs and leaning down to catch his lips in a desperate kiss, trying not to grind against his cock.
“i love you.”
“i love you too baby,” jungkook chuckles fondly against your mouth. “c’mon, sit that pretty pussy on this cock, yeah?” he gives you one last kiss before putting his hands on your waist lifting the big shirt —his shirt— so he can take it off.
you’re only wearing your panties so as soon as the shirt hits the floor, jungkook groans at the sight even through te darkness in the room.
“pretty baby.” he praises, running his hands up and down your sides as you sit back on his thighs.
“i’m so wet.” you mutter, looking down at where you’re sitting in one of his thighs.
“yeah, can fucking feel it,” jungkook says. “would make you ride my thigh, but i want you on my cock,” he easily lifts you up by your hips and positions you on top of him. “take them off.”
you sit up for a second to take the ruined panties off and throw them away before sitting back down on top of him, your most sensitive part just above his cock.
“let me feel you,” jungkook brings one of his hands down and you choke on a moan when his fingers start running through your wet folds. “fuck yeah, that’s my whore, huh?”
“kook,” you whimper, grinding your hips against his hand. “fuck yes...” a little moan escapes through your lips when he slips two fingers inside.
“so little resistance, are you this needy for cock?” jungkook hums in question and you almost cry out as he slips another finger inside. you don’t tell him you’ve been using toys while he was away. either way, his fingers always feel better than any toy.
“yes, need your cock baby.”
“c’mon, sit on it.” he gives your pussy a wet slap that makes your thighs twitch for a second and then grabs the base of his cock to make it easier for you.
“okay.” you whisper and lower down, positioning on top of his cock and moaning absurdibly high when jungkook decides to drag the head of his cock through your folds.
“so wet.” he mumbles.
you think you might die if you don’t have him inside you now so you start to sink down on his cock slowly, both of you moaning in unison, until you’re sitting on top of him with his entire length inside.
“missed you so much.” you whine, feeling like you could cry.
“i missed you too baby,” he puts his hands on your hips. “so much.”
you stay there for a while, just feeling him inside as you bend down to kiss him again. he wraps his arms around you and kisses you back with so much passion you’re out of breath seconds later.
“pretty.” he looks up at you with that type of smile that makes your knees weak and you straighten up again, putting your hands on his chest for balance.
“you feel so good, kook.” you tell him because you need him to know.
“mh... yeah?” asshole.
“yes.” you moan and start grinding your hips for your pleasure, still not giving him what he wants.
“i can’t fucking see anything right now but i’m sure you’re creaming my cock so good, right?” the words make you clench around him with a whine and you hear him groan at the feeling. “so fucking tight.”
but you eventually sit up a little, letting him pull out until only his head is inside you and slowly sink down on him again. you do it slowly, still tired from how little you must’ve slept, but jungkook seems fine with it. little hums and groans escape his mouth sometimes but the time he lets out a high-pitched moan you clench so hard around him, making him moan again and grip on your hips for dear life.
“baby, god...” he breathes out. it’s clear he’s still sleepy, but it’s so fucking hot.
you lose yourself the moment his tip grazes against that spot, your hips grinding desperately for him to keep hitting it. but jungkook helps you by bending his legs a little, planting his feet on the mattress and starting to thrust up into you.
hard. you didn’t think he could be on his full potential when he’s as sleepy as he is now, but he proves you wrong fucking you so hard that you fall on top of him, your bare chest against his clothed one. yes, also the fact that he’s still half clothed and you’re completely naked makes you even wetter. but he’s slow, he gives your deep and hard thrusts but still doesn’t do it fast.
“oh my– fuck...” you breathe out against his neck, not being able to move anymore.
“feels good, baby?” he doesn’t stop fucking you, his hands also pulling your hips down to meet his thrusts so hard you know you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.
“yes daddy,” the word slips out of your mouth before you can even process it and you feel jungkook stopping completely. “fuck...” you whisper and hide your face on his neck in embarrassment. “i’m sorry, i don’t know why i said that.”
“daddy?” jungkook asks and you hate the way you don’t know what he’s thinking right now.
“i’m so sorry... fuck, that was so weird– i’m sorry baby.”
“no, let daddy hear you baby.” he suddenly starts thrusting up inside you and you let out a scream.
“kook! oh my god!” he’s fast now. fast and hard. your whole body is completely limp on top of his.
“that’s not my name, babe.”
oh fuck.
“d– daddy..” you stutter because you can’t even form words right now.
“there you go.” he chuckles and fuck, how can he chuckle while fucking you so hard, you can’t even form a single thought in your brain right now.
“fuck!” you whine when his tip keeps brushing against that sweet spot. “i’m so– i’m so close, daddy.”
“gonna cum?” he hums.
“yeah...” you cry out and the chuckle he lets out makes you clench incredibly hard around his cock.
“gonna cum on daddy’s cock?”
“fuck! yeah... yes, yes, please.” you mumble dumbly, feeling closer and closer everytime he speaks.
“please what?” jungkook hums as his hips keep that punishing pace that has you seeing stars.
“please let me cum,” you beg. “please daddy.”
“cum for me, baby.”
your orgasm washes over your whole body like a wave, leaving your legs shaking as you fall completely limp on top of his body while he keeps thrusting to cum just a few seconds after.
“fuck...” jungkook groans as he fills you up, the sensation making you squirm a little on top of him. “that’s my good girl.” he mumbles as he rubs your back up and down soothingly.
“i missed you.” you say and finally lift your head up to leave a little kiss on his lips.
“i missed you too baby,” you can see his smile even through the dark. “i’m gonna turn us around, okay?” he warns and you just nod, letting him hug your waist to flip you two around so that he’s the one on top.
“it’s gonna be messy.” you giggle as he positions himself on his knees to pull out.
“it’s okay, i’ll change the sheets now.” jungkook shrugs and starts to pull out, making you hiss a little in discomfort but sigh when you instantly feel his cum spilling out of you and straight onto the sheets.
you can’t help but giggle again when jungkook sits back and looks down, like he’s admiring the view.
“like what you see... daddy?” you tease as you slide your hand down your body until you get to your pussy and slip two fingers inside.
“you don’t know what you’re doing to me.” he rubs his hands up and down your thighs as he keeps his eyes down where you’re gathering some of his cum with your fingers. a low groan leaves his mouth when you bring your messy fingers to your mouth and suck on them, tasting him on them.
“missed your taste.”
“you better stop that shit before i get hard again,” he warns you and you break in laughter. “wanna have a quick shower?” he asks.
“yeah, i’m a little sweaty and i feel gross.” you nod as you sit up. he nods.
“mh, i’ll change the sheets while you shower, okay? i’ll join you in a minute.”
“okay.” you smile and lean closer to him to steal another sweet kiss before getting up from the bed and making your way to the bathroom, turning the lights on first.
“baby.”
you turn around at that and jungkook looks up and down your naked body before saying, “i really missed you.”
you smile. “i missed you too.”
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A/N: i hope you liked this story !!!!! please feel free to comment or send me an ask telling me what you thought of it, feedback helps a lot ! see you in the next one :) 🫂💐
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hysteria-things · 2 days
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GHOST PT 2 PLS
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GHOST (part two)
read part one here
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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: matt x reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: matt feels heartbroken for you, and using the estes method helps him connect with the afterlife to learn your story.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: ANGST, swearing, crying, mentions death (strangulation), lots of dialogue
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 494
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: wanted this to have a short and sweet/sad ending🥲
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it’s been about an hour or two, but matt still can’t fathom what he saw. let alone that he had sex with a ghost.
sam and colby talk to the camera, nick sandwiches between them leaving chris and matt in the back.
chris nudges his brother’s arm. “are you doing alright? you’ve been quiet.”
he puts on his best fake smile. “yeah. this hotel is just scary as fuck.”
chris laughs, nodding his head before yapping on and on about whatever.
matt tunes him out, feeling sad. despite being a literal ghost, he wanted to stay with you forever.
he misses you.
mirrors decorate the walls, the room is dark except for the lights that sam and colby set up on the floor. there’s a spirit box in the middle, and static comes from the speakers.
the five boys stand in the middle, taking turns to say stuff but having no luck. “i think you should only speak, matt.” colby explains. “they seem to really like you.”
clearing his throat, he starts speaking. “who’s in here with us right now?
some statics later, they finally get something. “y/n.”
there’s a twinkle in matt’s eye when he hears that name. “hi, y/n.” he says softly, sitting down to get comfortable next to the device. “do you feel safe with all of us in here?”
“you.”
“you?” sam repeats. “like… she’s safe with you?” he points to matt.
“i guess so.” he nods. “what happened to you at this hotel?”
“strangled.”
there’s some commentary getting thrown around the room with each question, but matt is focused on hearing only your voice.
“can you tell me who did that to you?” he says, keeping his tone content.
“brother.”
he can’t help but feel sorry for you. you were so young and had so much to live for, but now you’re known as one of the ninety ghosts that roam this hotel.
nose sniffling, his eyes start to water. he catches on and wipes the tears away. “are you free in this hotel?”
“no.”
before he can ask another question, another word picks up. “out.”
“whoa.” sam says. “it’s never done that—”
“peace.”
colby snaps his fingers repeatedly. “she’s doing rapid fire right now.”
after the boys become silent, and he continues with a shaky inhale. “you feel stuck in here; is that what you’re saying.”
“yes.”
without being able to catch it this time, a tear trickles down his cheek. “i’m sorry, y/n.”
“are you crying?” nick asks, everybody else staring down at him.
“don’t cry.”
he ignores the others, but he doesn’t ignore you. he chuckles instead, wiping the waterworks.
“i’m fine.”
“take a break, man.” colby says, tapping him on the shoulder to help him off the ground.
with that, they contact different spirits after you. matt has to come to terms that he’ll never be able to see you again. he wants you to find your peace. he hopes you will be free.
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𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!
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mechaknight-98 · 12 hours
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The Owl and the Bunny Part II FT Chaehyun
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Authors note: A special request from @leafostuff. I was tasked with Finishing a piece of his that he couldn’t I hope I did okay as I took some creative liberties
Part I
Trigger Warning: Blood, Self Harm, Attempted autounalivement
Relapsing was undoubtedly the worst, but the situation became even more tangled when an unexpected connection entered the picture again. Sitting solitary in your apartment, another birthday slipped by, and there you were, gazing down upon the bustling Seoul night sky, feeling life's swift passage. You triumphed after the toils of college and relentless job searches—you secured the high rise, garnered accolades, and clinched a new promotion, all on your birthday. Yet, despite these achievements, why does an unsettling hollowness persist? When did this sentiment first take root?
You know when. it was when your favorite Bunny left you...
But before that can be stated there is some background that must be established. Before everything fell apart it was great. it was a humid summer evening you were celebrating your 3rd year of friendship. You were doing well in Top Grades, top in your chosen sport football (US Soccer), and top best friend to one happy bunny. As you sat there and watched her indulge in a mural favorite food. Your heart swelled. You decided to take a chance. You noticed her fidgeting in between bites and said “Hey Bunny I have something I gotta tell you.” Your bunny smiles and turns to you.
“Oh, Ow-lie I have something too.” She says excitedly. Enraptured by her you gesture for her to tell you her news first.
“I’m going to be on a survival show.” She bellows with a proud look. Your eyes go wide, and your heart sinks. You hide your sadness and dissatisfaction with a loving smile and a supportive hug.
“That’s great news bunny. I know you’ve been working so hard to become an idol,” you say calmly.
She hugs you again and you know this is probably one of the last times you’ll see her again. So you lie, and it breaks your heart so that she can pursue her dream.
“Oh that’s great I am so happy for you. I just wanted to tell you that I got accepted into Yale.” Bunny’s eyes go wide with pride but a pit in her heart forms as she knows that this.
That was it. The worst day of your life everything since then has been a slow burn to another downward spiral.
You're being a bit dramatic, don't you think? You know it too. She pursued her dream of shining brighter for everyone around her. She embraced her role in the forest, just like you did. You worried, but at least now you're paid for it—and exceptionally well, I might add. You ventured into business and mathematics, culminating in a successful Risk Aversion Consulting firm. Every big-name company sought your expertise during crises, ensuring almost certain recovery. Yet, why does it all feel so hollow?"You watch over and instead of celebrating after a long day's hard work, you find yourself with a knife around your wrists.
Three weeks ago, you believe you fell back into that dark spiral. Time blurred into a monotonous, endless loop from which you couldn't break free. It's hard to pinpoint exactly, but what triggered this relapse was a seemingly innocuous encounter: witnessing a happy couple during your daily walk to work. Perhaps you've passed them a thousand times before, but what struck you that day was witnessing the man's heartfelt proposal. Instead of joy, it only amplifies the ache in your heart. And so, the vicious cycle begins anew. Alone in your apartment once more, you start over. You reach out to your bunny for the first time in three years, hoping against hope that she could offer some solace, but alas, hope has often been a disappointment for you.
The text travels halfway across the city at the speed of information. A hand reaching out, A Cry for help, a prayer all contained with an invitation from one of Seoul's most sought-after and secretive bachelors. where a different kind of Emptiness gnaws at a soul. Despite being part of one of the most well-liked and appreciated girl groups of the 4th gen and arguably one of the most talented members The Bunny with the charisma of a tiger sat alone in the dorm. despite gaining 6 new sisters Chaehyun had never felt more alone. she longed for simpler times with her Owl, but he's probably long forgotten about her since she went radio silence 2 years ago when Kep1er started. it was especially true since this was her birthday. The Uncertainty of extension weighs heavily on her heart. The comments on her body, the unending Panoptic Gaze held upon her were unrelenting and she often sat in her room for hours holding back tears. She tried to hide it with a facade of Joy and bubbly energy but the mirror was cracking each day as more and more the ever-growing beast took more of her soul. The text reached her at her lowest, 3 past midnight she was crying silently to not wake her members. She read the text and could almost feel the isolation and hurt coming from the small LCD Screen
My Favorite you know how: Hey Bunny,
I hope this message finds you in good spirits. Another birthday has come and gone, and I'm grateful to have made it through. I trust you're indulging in plenty of sweets and enjoying all the pizza your heart desires. I caught wind of your latest comeback, and as expected, it was fantastic. Don't let those negative comments get under your skin too much; you're incredibly brave, far braver than I could ever be. Though, I suppose you've always had a knack for taking risks—a trait I've always admired, albeit from a safe distance.
I find myself extending the same old invitation to hang out once more, but who am I kidding? You've probably changed your number by now, and I'm likely just bothering whoever happens to receive this message.
Apologies for the intrusion,
-Y/N
You are surprised when you get a reply saying "I'll be there in 15." Your eyes widen. is your bunny coming back to you you wonder? is this your chance to finally tell how you feel? A million ideas and thoughts race through your head. it's so overwhelming that you forget about your current situation. You begin to tidy your large apartment picking up the clothes strewn around the room and forget about the increasing blood trail following you as you lose yourself in your tasks. you get so caught up that the blood loss eventually catches up with you and you pass out in the middle of your living room as more blood drips away.
Chaehyun in classic fashion opens the door without knocking when she sees you on the floor and screams.
When you come to you're in a bed that you don't recognize. you look around and see star-white walls with an insistent beeping. You sit up and hear.
"Oh you're finally awake." you turn to the voice and see a doctor. he is an older gentleman who stares at you with a somber look.
"You're lucky your girlfriend found you when she did. Otherwise, I don't think you would have made it." The Doctor Chides. You lean further into your bed after looking down and seeing your bunny who has come to rescue you. tears well up in your eyes, as you try not to cry. A memory flashes in your mind of you not leaving her, and in your selfishness you almost did.
Chaehyun stayed with you well into the morning after your "accident," feeling a deep sense of responsibility for leaving her Ow-lie behind. In her dreams, she wandered through a dark forest, desperately searching for her Owl, only to find scattered feathers. Suddenly, something stirred, and Chaehyun felt a wet sensation land on her. Looking up, she saw you crying atop her, murmuring apologies. Surprised, she gently cradled your face and kissed you, sharing a deep connection that transcended words.
Breaking the kiss, your eyes locked, and you confessed, "I love you, and I will never leave you again, no matter the cost."
Chaehyun smiled at her Ow-lie, responding with an adorable pout, "I'm going to hold you to that."
Years later, following the disbandment of Kep1er and your early "retirement," you and your bunny found yourselves on a beach, savoring the sunset and sipping from coconut straws, living your best lives.
"Hey Bunny, where do you think our next adventure should be?" you asked.
Chaehyun smiled, taking another slice of Hawaiian pizza before responding, "Um, how about... France?"
"I love it," you exclaimed.
"But Ow-lie, you love everything I suggest," Chaehyun teased, pouting playfully.
"Okay, and I love you and your ideas, so why wouldn't I love your suggestions? Besides, as long as I'm with you, any place is paradise," you replied tenderly.
Chaehyun smiled. "Okay, Ow-lie, then France it is. But after that, you get to pick."
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youngyoo-apologist · 3 days
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I will never forget how like most of the TCF cast never got to have proper childhoods, OG!Cale, Kim Roksoo, Choi Han, Choi Jung-gun, Alberu, Ohn, Hong, Beacrox, etc
Like most of these guys were either
A. Fighting for their lives(Choi Han, CJG, Alberu, Ohn, Hong)
B. Actively on the path to self destruction(OG!Cale)
Or just like having an awful time in general. Like it’s really sad how for a long time, none of them could actually act or be like kids due to the environment they were in.
Alberu being royalty and having to hide things about himself, and probably avoid assassination and kidnapping attempts since he was young.
Kim Roksoo and how he lost his parents at a young age and was abused by his uncle.
Ohn and Hong having to run away because the Cat tribe mistreated them, and they had to survive on their own.
Choi Han being taken away from his family and fighting alone for over a century in the dark forest where he had no one but himself and the monsters that wanted him dead to keep him company.
Choi Jung-gun also being taken away from his family, and losing people who took care of him again, along with like living a thousand years going through who knows what + whatever the hell the god of death made him do.
Beacrox losing his entire family except his father when he was no older than fifteen, and immediately having to live on the run right after.
OG!Cale taking it upon himself to protect his family, and essentially destroying himself because he didn’t know what else to do.
I think about Ohn a lot, like the fact that she was what, nine, maybe ten years old when she had to run away with Hong and make sure they were both okay. The fact that she was protecting him and herself at the same time, the way that she couldn’t ever play around or have fun when she was growing up because she had to make sure they were both okay. She took on as much as she could for Hong because that’s her baby brother and she loves him more than anything.
OG!Cale and Ohn and like, how they both did everything they could for their younger siblings, ohhhhhhh I’m crying I’m crying I’m crying donnttt even look at me rn
Also Hong and Basen, like being the little brother who watches your older sibling take on burdens alone and you want to help but at the same time your your sibling tells you it’s okay and that you should just focus on yourself… When the trope is older sibling(or family figure in general) taking care of younger siblings and they make sacrifices for them, I’m not crying, what do u mean? I actually do not care. At all. Not . One. Bit.
ALSO LOCKKK , TBoaH Lock they could never make me hate you I don’t care if you were annoying, whiney and a coward, if I was you I would be annoying, whiney and a coward too… he’s just thirteen and he lost all his family, obviously he was too scared to go out of hiding, ANYONE would be scared, he was just a young boy and he lost everything. He found people who cared for him, but he lost the person who resembled his uncle and that’s really when his world fell apart. It must have felt like the whole world was against him, that Lock could never have any family ever again.
Like I can imagine he’d probably have this underlaying fear when it came to Choi Han and Rosalyn,
“what if I lose them too?”
Maybe he hated himself for being a coward, for hiding, for not doing anything… maybe he hated himself even more because when he lost Pendrick, he wasn’t even sure if he’d be able to stop cowering and hide when there’s danger. The battle between wanting to be cared for and protected because the world is just too much and wanting to fight back and help because he doesn’t want to lose anyone else
This just makes me think about TBoaH timeline more oh it’s so tragic and sickening I cried
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zorkaya · 2 years
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Since I already exposed some of the future lore. Do you want to learn something really sad and really bad about Zarina’s canonical journey? She watches everyone from her family die. :)
#mobile.#as an nd she’ll live for eternity if not killed and even without metamorphosis#Lyaisan will give up first and she will ask her kids to kill her. they will because they cannot see their mother break over oleg’s death#and Aleksey’s death anymore.#then a couple of centuries later Victor asks Zarina to end his life because he tried to move on after margarita’s death but he cant#centuries he tried but nothing helped#so he begs Zarina to end his life and she does. crying and sobbing because she’s got no one from her family anymore#so she’s all alone now as an elemental of ND category that she knew because all others who she knew from her days are gone too#there are new NDs but they’re not the same and just?#yeah she’ll wander alone until she’ll turn towards ‘eternal sleep’#but it’s not eternal because she can wake up but she’d want to just sleep for as long as the world goes#because of the connection betweenn hypothermia and sleeping = death#but in case of Zarina it’s the ‘death’ of the time she’s in. it’s not her death#because in dreams can she find those who she misses. in memories.#anyways I’m sad again#I’ve changed some bits of her canon ending but they end result will remain the same#what drives her to go through metamorphosis? that I have to leave in the dark#OF COURSE. it will be like that if she doesn’t have someone who will be by her side#this is where she has NO ONE at the end. as an immortal.#it’s subjected to change depending on interactions#but Lyaisan and Victor still die and leave her just like her father and Aleksey did
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lilithland · 3 months
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imagine you wake up in a dark room, scared and confused, your hands are tied together above your head, your legs are spread apart on a metal bar
you look down and are horrified, all of your clothes except your panties have been removed, you’re freezing, your nipples painfully hard
you go to scream but find a ball gag in your mouth, you start struggling against the chains, sobbing
a large man walks in
“oh, is my cocksleeve finally awake?”
you look up at him and he takes in your disheveled state
“i’m gonna turn you into my perfect little fuck doll and i’m gonna start by breaking in your tiny cunt and tight ass”
you struggle against the chains more and he groans at the sight, he approaches and you realize just how absolutely humongous he is, you’ve never been more scared in your life
he pulls your panties to the side
“is my dirty whore already wet?”
there’s no way
but as his fingers start to slide between your juicy lips you can feel how leaky you are
he slips two massive fingers inside of you, already creating a stretch
he goes slow, finger fucking you like he has all the time in the world, your stomach fills with dread because he does have all the time in the world, you’re completely at his mercy
he starts scissoring his fingers inside you, you moan around the gag causing drool to drip onto your exposed tits
you’re humiliated and horrified with yourself, you leak around his hand
he painfully twists one of your nipples causing you to groan, drip, and drool again
he adds a third finger in without warning and it feels like you’re about to be split open
he fucks his fingers in and out of your crying cunt at an abusing pace until suddenly they’re gone
you moan around the gag, dripping more at the humiliation of your own body’s betrayal
“don’t worry, you’ll be filled right back up little girl”
you struggle against the chains more, frantically shaking your head back and forth as he pulls his dick out
he’s huge, you don’t even think the tip would fit, let alone his entire length
“don’t worry sweetheart, daddy’s gonna make it fit”
he approaches you and starts to rub his tip up and down your pussy lips, collecting your juices and causing you to leak even more
despite your wetness, when he does finally decide to push his tip in, it doesn’t go in first try
he grabs your hips and slowly forces his tip into your unwilling hole
when he finally shoves his tip inside you want to scream, already feeling torn open
“look at your girl juices running down my cock, you’re just begging to be stuffed full babygirl”
he takes his time feeding his cock into your inferiority hole inch by excruciating inch
just when you think there can’t possibly be more cock he forces another inch in
his tip touches your cervix and you thrash around wildly, accidentally forcing yourself down on his dick a little more
you feel impossibly full, like your fuck hole is going to rip in two
“i think that’s as far as you’re gonna take me tonight princess, tsk tsk, we’ll have to keep cock training you until you can take my full length”
he grabs your chin and yanks it so you’re forced to look at his cock crammed in your impossibly tight pussy
there’s at least two or three inches that aren’t sheathed in you
you clench around his cock when you see just how torn apart your pussy lips are, you sob harder, feeling absolutely ruined
he pulls his dick all the way out until just his tip is left inside, he slams his cock back into you without warning, setting a brutal pace as he r4pes your tight whore hole
he grips your hips so hard you’re sure there’ll be bruises, your titties flop around with each thrust
he removes one hand from your hip and starts brutally rubbing your engorged clit, you throw your head back, drool slipping past the gag
you’re so overstimulated, the line between pain and pleasure blurring
you feel your cunt fluttering around his cock, he does too
“that’s right squeeze my dick baby, you love being my cocksleeve, you love that i chose you to kidnap and to r4pe, eventually you’re going to be begging me to r4pe and breed your holes over and over again everyday”
his words disgust you but your body doesn’t care
you cum so hard you see stars
he pulls his dick all the way out and you scream around your gag, drool running all down your body by this point
he harshly grabs your jaw and forces you to look down at his dick covered in your cream, the proof of the orgasm you just had
“look how much my dirty fuck doll enjoyed being r4ped”
you clench around nothing, your pussy is gaping so much you don’t feel his cum leaking out of your abused hole
“now let’s see if we can use some of this cum to get into your tight ass, i want to see both fuck holes gaping by the end of the night”
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kingkonoha · 4 months
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“You Want to Adopt Me?”
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♡ — SUMMARY: You & GOJO decide to adopt Yuji & Megumi.
♡ — A/N: This is a continuation of my dad!gojo au, but reading the other parts isn’t necessary.
♡ — WC: 2k
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Four hours had passed since the glorious moment in which Yuji discovered that his beloved teacher had a wife and daughter.
And, after having dinner with all of you that evening, he never wanted to leave.
Walking home that night — all alone, with no family around who would care whether or not he was safe — was one of the most difficult things he had to do. It made curse fighting seem like child’s play.
It was so utterly painful; he fought to hold back a tear as he walked down the sidewalk, staring at his shoes, which he could only see thanks to the dim streetlights.
Truth be told, he hated himself for getting so emotional over this.
Most, if not all of his friends were just as lonely as he was. Most of them didn’t sit at a dinner table and gobble down a nice warm meal with a loving family.
Most of them didn’t have a mother to hug them, or a father to cheer them up. And, if their parents were still around, they were probably distant and unloving.
Even so, it didn’t change the fact that having a family was, perhaps, the one thing Yuji truly wanted.
He just wanted to be loved.
The ache in his heart was so incredibly strong. The pain shot throughout his chest, through his veins, and down to his fingertips.
“Why am I so emotional? I can’t cry over this,” Yuji thought. “This isn’t something worth crying over.”
An unwavering lump in his throat formed from his attempts at holding back a cry.
That was when his footsteps came to a halt.
What was the point in rushing back to his lonely, isolating room at the school?
No one was waiting for him. He could go anywhere he wanted, and no one would truly miss him.
People would look for him, but mainly because of their obligation as sorcerers to track down Sukuna’s vessel. Nothing more.
Some people would actually prefer it if Yuji did disappear. And a few people were honest enough to tell him that to his face.
As he stood there, in the dark, alone on the sidewalk on such a cold night, he couldn’t help but wonder if his friends would secretly be happy if he did somehow vanish into thin air.
Maybe loneliness was destined for him. Maybe everyone would feel safer if he didn’t return to the school. Maybe-
“Hey, Yuji!”
Gojo’s voice startled the young boy, who instantly turned around to see his teacher approaching him, his hands in his pockets. “You didn’t make it too far — good.”
“Is everything okay?” Yuji asked.
Gojo could hear the sadness in his voice, but he decided not to comment on it. After all, he knew exactly why his student was upset. He didn’t have to be a genius to figure it out.
“Yeah, listen,” Gojo paused, “it’s pretty cold and dark out here. Why don’t you come back to my house and stay the night? We can both head back to the school in the morning.”
For a moment, Yuji felt a spark of happiness, but that spark quickly fizzled out.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Yuji frowned. “I’m a vessel. I’m dangerous. Having me sleep in the same house as your wife and kid would be-”
“Would be fine,” Gojo interrupted. “Nothing bad is going to happen, Yuji. Me and Y/N both know that you’re a vessel, and we want you to come anyway.”
Yuji didn’t respond. Nor did he move an inch. Gojo spoke once again.
“She wants to make you pancakes in the morning,” he said in a tempting tone. “Homemade too. The kind that has the crispy edges, but are very soft and fluffy at the same time? We have syrup and butter — orange juice as well. Or do you prefer apple juice? We have both, either way. Not to mention, the bed in our guest bedroom is bigger and way more comfortable than the one at the school-“
“Okay!” Yuji suddenly smiled happily, and it was a real, genuine grin.
He quickly rushed past Gojo, making his way back to your warm, cozy home eagerly.
Seven months later, Yuji visited your home as often as he could. Sometimes, Megumi would tag along with him, as the dark-haired boy secretly craved a connection with a loving family too, even if he’d never admit it.
On this particular day, Megumi was lying on the couch, covered in blankets as he watched a movie about two princesses going on some sort of adventure.
Megumi was injured during his last mission, and thanks to the chilly weather, he was also catching a bit of a cold as well. You insisted upon taking care of him, but your daughter insisted that making him watch Barbie movies all afternoon would make him feel better.
As the two of them watched the movie together, you were in the kitchen, standing over your wooden cutting board as you chopped up carrots, onions, and celery.
Yuji hovered over the sink, washing the dishes.
“I want you to have some soup as well, Yuji. You could catch a cold any day now.”
“Yes ma’am,” Yuji said, scrubbing a plate as he smiled softly. “I really appreciate it.”
Suddenly, the front door opened, and Gojo walked in, shouting casually, “I’m home, everyone!”
Quick, soft footsteps could be heard pattering against the floor as your daughter ran up to Gojo, holding her arms out.
“Daddy! You’re home!” She giggled as he lifted her.
“I’ve missed my little muffin so much,” tickling her, he said, “did you have a good day? I think my little girl has grown a couple of inches since I last saw her this morning! Did she grow? Hm?”
The sound of your daughter’s laughter made Gojo smile brightly.
As he held her, he walked into the living room and ruffled Megumi’s hair.
“Cut it out,” the teenager frowned.
“Good to see you too,” Gojo paused, pressing the back of his hand against Megumi’s forehead. “You’ve cooled down a little since this morning, that’s good. I’ll give you some more medicine later on, okay?”
“Okay,” Megumi mumbled.
Gojo slowly put his daughter down. “I’m gonna go say hi to Mom, okay? Keep an eye on Megumi for me.”
“Okay!” Your daughter happily replied. “I can keep an eye on Meg-mi!”
When Gojo made his way into the kitchen, ruffling Yuji’s hair as the boy walked passed him on his way to join Megumi and your daughter in the living room, you instantly stopped chopping your vegetables.
You wrapped your arms around your husband’s neck.
“Hi baby,” he greeted, kissing your lips softly. “I missed you.”
“Missed you too,” with a smile, you looked into his eyes. “Did you have a good day? Kill any curses?”
“I had a great day. Didn’t kill any curses, though. I was just stuck in a bunch of meetings with the higher-ups,” Gojo said softly, his face only inches from yours, his hands on your hips. “What’s on your mind? You have that look in your eyes.”
“Well,” you paused. “I know they’re teenagers, and they’re very strong and independent, but . . . I can’t help but feel protective over those boys. I love them both like they’re my own. Last week, Yuji accidentally called me mom. He was just so excited when he saw the new clothes I got him for winter, and it slipped out. And it just made me think that, well . . . Maybe he should be able to call me mom. Both he and Megumi. I wanna adopt them.”
Gojo was silent for a moment, which made you frown a bit in worry. Suddenly, he kissed your pouty lips. It was a soft, passionate kiss — one that told you just how much he loved you.
“I think that’s a great idea,” he mumbled against your lips once he pulled away.
“I just think that those boys deserve a place to call home, and that school certainly isn’t it, especially when the people who run it don’t care about their lives at all. It’s just horrible.” Your frown deepened. “And we have more than enough room here, too. We can keep them safe and happy.”
“Let’s go tell them.”
Yuji, Megumi, and your daughter were all sitting in the living room, enjoying each other’s company.
The sight of it only confirmed that you and Gojo were making the right decision.
“Hey, we need to talk to you three,” Gojo said.
Megumi grabbed the remote, switching off the television as he struggled to sit upright.
“What’s going on?” Yuji asked, sitting on the floor as your daughter sat down beside him.
“Well, we noticed that you and Megumi have been spending a lot of time here recently.”
Gojo’s words sent an all too familiar heartache through Yuji’s chest. He frowned sadly.
“They’re about to tell me to go away,” Yuji thought. “I knew this wouldn’t last.”
“Me and Gojo decided that it would be best for-”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain. I get it. I can leave.” Yuji suddenly cut you off, trying his best to hide his pain behind a smile. Slowly, he started to get up, and your daughter grabbed ahold of his pants leg, looking up at him sadly. “I’m sorry if I was a bother. Thanks for everything.”
“Woah, Yuji, where are you going?” You called out, watching the teenager head for the front door.
“Yuji, stop,” Gojo stood up from his seat.
Yuji, who was almost out of the living room, instantly stopped walking. But he didn’t turn back around.
Quiet sniffles could be heard. No matter how hard he fought, or how much he had been through, he wasn’t strong enough to hold back his tears.
The pain of feeling unwanted was simply too great.
He tried to wipe his tears away quickly and silence his little sobs, as he didn’t want to make you and Gojo feel guilty for not wanting a dangerous vessel like him around.
Slowly, Gojo approached his crying student. “Yuji, you have it all wrong. We don’t want you to go anywhere.”
Yuji didn’t respond.
Gojo placed a comforting hand on the crying boy’s head.
“Me and Y/N are going to adopt you,” Gojo smiled. “Looks like you’re my son now.”
“We wanna adopt you too, Megumi,” you said, smiling at the stunned teenager. “We want you to be our son too.”
“I don’t get it — why?” Megumi asked rather sadly. The pain of being unwanted.
“Because we love and care about both of you, so why not?” You said.
“You guys . . . You want to adopt me?” Yuji turned around, his wide, glassy eyes shiny with utter shock. “This isn’t some sort of prank, is it?”
“Of course not,” Gojo grinned at Yuji, before turning his attention towards his daughter, who was starting to tear up when she saw that Yuji was about to leave. “You’re going to have two new brothers, muffin!”
Your daughter smiled brightly, standing up and she ran over to the couch, throwing her arms across Megumi to hug him. Then, she ran up to Yuji with open arms, and he bent down and hugged his future little sister.
“This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Yuji said, flickering his eyes between you and Gojo. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I promise that I’ll be the greatest son ever!”
Megumi, who stared at his lap as he tried to process everything, suddenly spoke up.
“Thank you for everything,” he mumbled. “I really . . . Thank you.”
“Let’s have a group hug!” Yuji happily suggested.
“Great idea,” Gojo added on just as excitedly. “Everyone pile on top of Megumi since he can’t come to us.”
“Wait, wait, wait-“
Megumi’s new family instantly rushed over to the couch, hugging him and giving him more love than he could handle.
Truthfully, he had no idea how to begin processing this level of happiness, but he looked forward to learning what joy was like.
When Yuji cried this time, he didn’t bother stopping the tears. The warm and silly embrace was healing his soul in ways he didn’t know were possible.
His dream had come true — everything he ever wanted.
Yuji sighed in contentment as the hugging continued, a tear rolling down his cheek.
“Finally,” he said with relief.
He finally had a family.
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silkscream · 3 months
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blessing
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ੈ✩ yuuta okkotsu x reader
ੈ✩ cw: smut (minors dni, ageless + blank blogs will be blocked), unprotected sex, soft dom!yuuta, dacryphilia, oral sex, overstimulation, delayed orgasms, he's a little mean, slight yandere vibes because. it's yuuta.
ੈ✩ wc: 1.1k
ੈ✩ a/n: i'm on my soft dom!yuuta agenda. i also can't write him without feeling fucking insane
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yuuta okkotsu is a gentleman. he holds the door open for you, gives you his jacket when you’re cold, has your ramen order memorized. everything about him is gossamer-soft, too. the cadence of his speech, the lithe way he moves, even though his lankiness has been replaced with lean muscle since you first met him.
yuuta okkotsu is gentle. just not when he fucks you.
it’s ironic, though, because his tone is still gentle. the rasp of his voice is low, quietly masculine, haunting, but still full of adoration. it’s alluring more than anything. he reminds you of the vampires you used to lust over from your childhood fantasy books. dark hair, dark eyes.
the essence of him is unfathomable to you — you can’t find the word for it, but it’s something akin to eve’s apple. how tempting he is, how much you’d let him ruin you, bruise the fruit of your flesh with his teeth.
he tells you to open your mouth. at the moment, he’s in between your legs, mouth slick with your cum, and he reaches to set his fingers onto your tongue. a small push and you choke on the taste of yourself.
it’s dirty. but when it’s yuuta, it purifies you. makes you his angel. you believe him like a god when he tells you as such.
“so sweet, don’t you think?” he murmurs. “my sweet girl. the best girl, yeah?”
“yes,” you cry.
he’s coaxed at least three orgasms from you in the past hour with his mouth and fingers alone. with bliss also comes pain, and the way he coos your name and calls you his good fucking girl feels like a divine reward in itself. he licks your tears, pride swelling in his chest.
“how about another for me, huh, baby?” he bites into the meat of your thigh as he circles your clit with his fingertip again, chuckling at the way you shake.
“i—i can’t."
“can’t?” yuuta raises a brow. he looks beautiful in between your legs. there’s something oddly terrifying about it despite how beautiful. “i know you can. i know you will.”
“yuuta, please—”
“you’ve done it before, haven’t you? usually take whatever i give you, every fucking time, right?”
“s’too much,” you sob.
he tuts. rounds his full lips into a taunting pout.
“want my cock, then, don’t you? poor girl, you should’ve just asked.”
(you couldn’t have. you know better.)
“please, please—”
you don’t even get to finish begging before he’s buried inside you. pushed to the hilt, his tip kissing your cervix with bruising force. he wipes away your tears as if he isn’t the cause of them.
“too rough?”
“n-no.”
but it hurts. it hurts in the way it feels too good, too sensitive after the amount he’s made you cum. he hasn’t even been inside you for a full minute and you already feel the ache in your abdomen ready to burst into flames.
the sweet nothings he whispers into your temple are loving and affectionate, but the way he rolls his hips into you is mean. he has his hand snake up to squeeze your breast, nicking your nipple with the grit of his teeth just so he can hear you mewl like a wounded kitten. it’s one of his favorite sounds.
his palm settles on your neck after, gentle still despite his other hand nearly bruising the fat above your hip.
he knows you’re close from the way your eyes blank out, glazed over in bliss as he tightens his hand around your throat.
“close, baby, i’m—”
and then the bastard stops. chuckles against your jaw at the way you cry as he thrusts into you so agonizingly slow. unsteady. taunting.
“yuuta!”
“’m sorry baby, did you wanna cum? i just thought you wanted me to hold out for longer. it’s nice like this, see?”
“fuck, yuu—”
“that’s not very nice,” he grins. he ruts into you extra hard, just once.
“that’s not what i meant,” you whine.
“wanna cum? just ask.”
you know you can’t just ask. you know he means he wants you to beg.
“pleasemakemecum, please, please!”
“yeah, why should i?”
“’cause ‘m your girl,” you slur. he loves you like this. wet mouth all slack, cheeks flushed like a nymph in a baroque painting.
he pulls out, then, drawing out another moan from you, just to flip you over onto your stomach. your hair is bunched up into his fist while his teeth are on your shoulder. when you feel him again, your walls full of him, you feel even dizzier than before.
“yeah, my good fucking girl,” he groans against your skin. “so good. so sweet to me.”
yuuta has never been an apostle of hedonism. he’s always reserved himself, the parts of him that wanted, thinking that his love and devotion would only curse other people.
when you came along and loved him so irrevocably, he felt reborn. drunk on pleasure. being with you makes him realize that it’s okay to take. he deserves it, doesn’t he, after everything?
you have him on a leash and you don’t even know. it’s why he likes to play with you so cruelly like this — to have his cake and eat it, too. because the way he controls you in the oasis of your bedroom, the way he marks you up and swallows you down like honey — it’s what you want as much as him. and he’d rather die than not give you everything you want. even if he’s a little mean.
if he was a curse of a boy, you were his blessing.
“yuuta, i’m gonna cum,” you gasp. as you clutch the bedsheets, he covers your hand with his, engulfing it, entangling your fingers together. “cum with me, please—”
he wants to open his mouth to speak, anything to push you over the edge, but he’s as breathless as you are. consumed in your skin, in your cunt. he pulls your face toward his, instead, swallowing down your moans as he spills inside of you. you convulse, your orgasm like a lightning strike.
yuuta laughs softly against your mouth and soothes the bruised parts of you with his palms gently.
“you were so mean today,” you sigh.
“i’m sorry, baby,” he says, nuzzling your neck. “had a bad day, but i feel much better now. let me run you a bath, okay?”
you hum dreamily as your lover leaves you. the fuzz in your head satiates you. empty-minded except for him. and when he has you in warm water, hands washing your wet hair, yuuta feels blessed. baptized in tenderness.
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fcthots · 6 months
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“I swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.” with protective upset and slightly unhinged jason would be so so good oh my god. like if something bad happens to reader and he has to get violent to defend her… yeah.
-🧸
You were on you way home, out later than you should have been, but your friend needed moral support after a breakup and you lost track of time.
Unfortunately while both you & Jason's apartment and your friend's were just off the edge of crime alley, your friend's apartment was on the opposite end of you and Jason. All of this is to say, unless you wanted to be out after midnight, you had to pass through crime alley after dark. It was just a five minute walk there, when daylight spared you of most of the dangers of Gotham, but it was pitch black now. You should have driven, but at the time it didn’t seem necessary.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
You walked as fast as possible.
You didn’t even have a purse on you. Your phone was in the leather jacket Jason had bought you as a present and you had 20 dollars stuffed somewhere in your pant pockets.
Were you supposed to turn left here? Yeah, you recognize that streetlamp.
You would call Jason, but your phone is fucking dead and it's not like you were gonna ask your crying friend for a charger. And you didn’t realize how late it had gotten until you stepped outside with no way to get back into your friends apartment.
You were in the home stretch, just in the outskirts of crime alley. Almost freedom.
Never let it be said that you were lucky. All of your luck was used getting your hot ass boyfriend. Luck gone.
The man had a knife and was screaming for your wallet. Your wallet that you did not bring with you.
"Give me the wallet or I'm gonna spill your guts on the fucking ground!"
Just because your boyfriend was scary looking, did not mean you were used to scary men, especially ones that yelled at you. Your hands shook and you weren't sure what to do.
"I don’t have it. All I have is 20 dollars, please."
"That's a fucking lie. I see your jacket. I know that shit is expensive. Lie to me again and I'll slit your throat."
Fuck. If you had to guess, it would be Jason that would find your body. You didn’t want it to be Jason. He wouldn't be able to handle seeing your lifeless eyes. You know what it's like to look into your soulmates lifeless eyes and realize they're gone forever; you were hoping Jason would never have to experience that.
"It's-"
"Tough luck... I guess I could accept other forms of payment."
He bares his teeth in a grin as he sees the look on your face.
"Unless you'd prefer that no one ever finds your body?"
You're really glad you told Jason you loved him before he left for patrol.
The man starts getting closer to you. You can't talk, can't scream, can't think. You were gonna die alone.
You think you mumble out a 'please' before your back hits the wall. His knife was to your throat, but all you could think about was Jason.
There was a bang that you didn’t fully register. Before you could think twice about it, your mugger was on the ground. You didn’t move. You stayed, frozen, silent tears running down your cheeks.
"Shh, it's ok. You're ok. It's me."
You finally focused your eyes and saw the white lenses staring at you, his arms in the air.
You babbled nonsense. You couldn't breathe.
You tried to back away from the man on the floor, but you almost fell. You swore your legs were going to give out. Jason was at your side in less than a second. He lifted you over the bleeding body on the ground, supported your weight as your knees buckled.
He tucked your face into the crook of his neck and you choked on air.
"I've got you. Match my breaths, ok? Good. You're doing great. You're ok, I promise."
All you could manage to get out was his name.
"'M right here. Just breathe. Focus on that for me." His hand cradled the base of your neck.
Eventually you stopped crying. Eventually you could breathe again. Eventually Jason led your face away from his neck to look at you. Your whole body shook. You watched as he drew his hand up to his helmet and heard this hiss and click and he took it off. He took your jaw in one of his hands.
He wiped the splattered blood and tears off your cheeks with a gloved hand, traced the trail of fresh blood and broken skin on your neck from where the knife was pressed against you. “I swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.”
You looked into his eyes as they flashed an inhuman green, and you believed him.
Bonus:
"Wait, Jay. Did you just happen to stumble across me?"
"There...may or may not be a tracker in the jacket I bought you... You were in one place for too long."
"I hate that that makes me feel safer."
He smiles apologetically. "I love you."
"I love you too."
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prettybabybaby · 1 year
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Perv! Ethan jerking off while on the phone with you, possibly while you're crying to him about how your date stood you up or something.
again, not exactly what you asked for but this is what came out so.
¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !
content: murder, dark!ethan landry, fem!reader, male masturbation
¡ scream masterlist !
your breathing was short and shallow, the strain on your throat clear even over the static sounds of the phone. he could picture you sat in the small space between the post of your bed and your closet, knees up and teary face tucked between them. he pictured your bunched up skirt that had undoubtedly slipped down your legs, pooling around your hips and exposing a sliver of your delicate panties. he let himself wonder what kind you wear.
ethan struggled to keep his own breathing level and push down the whimper that wished to voice his pleasure. his grip on himself was tight, loosening slightly with every twist of his wrist as he kept a slow but steady pace.
“i just,” you let out another sob, “i wanted it to go well. i got dressed and everything…” your began to sniffle again, “and he left me there. all alone. no text… nothing.”
“i’m sure you look gorgeous,” he forced out when you began to cry. god, why did you sound so perfect when you cried? “f-fuck, he, he wasn’t worth your time, beautiful.”
blood was rushing south in intense waves, stiffening his cock almost painfully and causing crystal beads to dribble out of his tip and down his shaft, lubricating his strokes that were becoming more and more frantic.
“i’m still so worried, e,” you whimpered, “with the killer loose…”
ethan glanced around, pumping furiously as you continued, “it’s so scary, isn’t it? anything could happen, no one's safe." you were. "not even him... god, i hope he's okay."
his grip on his phone tightened, trembling as he worked to restrain himself, the task much harder now that he was so close. his hips began to lift, meeting his fists as his eyes flickered around the scene in front of him. the empty eyes, the crimson liquid pouring from parted lips, and the still chest of your lover. your sweet voice confiding in him, trusting him with your concerns and feelings of pain when he was the cause of all of this made him shiver as his cock pulsed in his grasp.
he had gotten jealous, he had followed your date home, stalked him, plotted his demise right under your nose. and here he was, plan executed and not an ounce of remorse. in fact, he'd go as far as to say he enjoyed it.
ethan chuckled, humorous and breathy, "yeah." he couldn't hold back a strangled moan when your sobs started up again, little hiccups disrupting them.
"e," you whimpered. the whine of his nickname had his hips thrusting pathetically, lip tucked between his teeth and grip tightening. "please." his stomach fluttered, orgasm just over the edge. he forced his eyes open, only managing to crack them open, but the bloody scene in front of him was still visible. lifeless and unmoving. no longer a threat.
"i need you..."
his teeth punctured his plump bottom lip, filling his mouth and flooding his taste buds as he came, sensitively trembling as spurts of his seed shot out of him, a thick stream falling down and over his fist.
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I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss | part 6
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Warnings: angst, mentions of heartbreak, alcohol consumption
Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader , Steve Harrington x Nancy Wheeler
Summary: Steve finally gets the answer to a question that has been haunting him for days.
Word count: 6k+
A/N: @belokhvostikova remember the ask you sent me about the idea with the denim jacket? I had to include it in this chapter, so thank you hehe <;3
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Steve’s phone kept ringing all day, since the early morning hours. He doesn’t know if it was her or his mom, he didn’t bother to get up and check. At some point, the doorbell rang twice, he didn’t get up to open it either. He wanted to be left alone. He didn’t want to see anyone except for you. The thought of you just made him cry harder and made him feel more pathetic about himself – he kept reminding himself that it was him who fucked it all up. 
He never felt such self hatred for himself the way he does now. All day, he laid in bed thinking about you and all the things that happened that led him here, getting drunk at a bar he used to hate, wallowing in self pity while he knocks back one drink after the other after throwing his fake ID on the counter.
How will he keep going? 
Steve downs his fourth drink of the night and slides the empty glass over to the bartender, asking for another one. 
The man gives him a look of concern, eying Steve for a moment. 
“Just.. please,” Steve mumbles. 
The bartender sighs, shaking his head, he mumbles something under his breath but still, he picks up the bottle and pours the whiskey into the glass, “you’re getting water after this one, son.” 
“I have water at home,” Steve says. He reaches for the glass and slides it back towards himself. He leans his elbow on the counter and looks around the mostly empty room. Some rock song is playing in the background, one he doesn’t recognize. There’s a heavy cloud of smoke in the corner of the room where two men are sitting, laughing at some jokes that probably aren’t funny as they smoke their cigarettes and drink their beer. 
The door opens and in walks the guy that is probably one of the most irritating people at Hawkins High – to him, at least. Steve bites back a groan when their eyes lock. He turns back around, avoiding eye contact. From the corner of his eye, he sees him walking towards the bar. 
“Hey Tony.” 
Steve lifts his head a little to see the Bartender smiling. 
“Hey Ed, how’s it going?” 
Eddie drums his fingers against the wooden counter, he looks around the room, “good, uh, have you seen my notebook? I’ve been looking for it everywhere but I can’t find it – I even cleaned out my van, can you believe it?” 
Tony chuckles, “was about time you cleaned out that thing, boy.” 
Eddie rolls his eyes, snorting, “yeah, well I’m busy.” 
“With what?” 
Eddie pretends to think as he raises his brows and looks up at the ceiling, “well, working my ass off so I don’t have to repeat senior year again, I recently found a good tutor,” Eddie smirks, “got myself a muse to help me write the song texts,” Eddie wiggles his brows, making the older man laugh, “working on a new campaign. Oh and of course, how could I forget, comforting the broken hearted – you know, just the usual,” he shrugs as his eyes flicker over to Steve for a moment.
“What a busy man you are, Eddie,” Tony chuckles, shaking his head. He throws the towel on the counter, “I’ll take a look in the back.” 
“Thanks man,” Eddie smiles, watching him disappear in the hallways. He turns his head to look at Steve. 
“What is King Steve doing at the Hideout?” 
Steve turns to face him and Eddie raises his brows in surprise, “damn, you look like shit, man.” Eddie says. Taking in the puffy eyes and the dark circles beneath them, he almost feels bad for him. His hair looks messy, not as perfectly done the way it always is. 
“Get lost, freak.” 
“Always the douchebag,” Eddie mumbles, rolling his eyes.
Steve turns away, he raises the glass to his lips and takes a sip, swallowing the bitterness. 
“Are you pre drinking for the dance tomorrow or are you just drowning your sorrows in alcohol because you finally realized what a piece of shit you are?” Eddie asks. Not being able to hold back. 
Steve frowns, he turns to face him. There is something in Eddie’s eyes that Steve can’t read. 
“What the hell is your problem?” He asks. Not understanding the anger that is directed at him. They never liked each other but they never attacked each other either. Steve avoided him, he never had the jock’s back when they bullied him but he never really did anything about it either. 
Eddie looks at him for a moment. He opens his mouth to speak but decides against it. He sighs and looks away but Steve keeps staring at him. A weird feeling takes over him when he looks down at the jacket Eddie is wearing. His heart stops and his face pales. 
It’s that jacket. The one that has been in your room all week. It’s just a normal dark denim jacket, it could just be a similar one, he tells himself. But the Metallica pin on the sleeve is the exact same one that he had seen on the jacket in your room. 
Eddie smells like cigarettes and weed, the cologne that he can smell even from a distance is the same one that he had smelled on you. Realization floods through him in a cold wave. 
Eddie Munson is the stoner Billy had talked about? 
Eddie Munson is the guy you have been seeing? 
How did you even meet him? 
You never even talked to him when you were still with him. 
“You got lucky, Ed,” Tony says, holding up Eddie’s notebook, “you gotta take better care of your things.” 
Eddie chuckles, feeling relief. He takes the notebook and sighs, “I know, I know,” he mumbles and steps back, “I’ll see you on Tuesday, Tony.” 
“Tell your old man to come by too.”
“Yes sir,” Eddie salutes, grinning at the older man, he takes another look at Steve, who stares into blank space as he holds the half empty glass in his hand. Sighing, he turns around and leaves. 
Steve snaps out of his thoughts, he reaches for the wallet in his back pocket and picks out a fifty dollar bill. He throws it on the counter and puts his wallet back into place, he grabs his jacket and makes his way out of the bar, following Eddie. 
“Hey! This is too much, kid!” 
“Keep the change,” Steve mumbles before he stumbles out into the cold. He clumsily puts on his jacket. The cold air hits him harshly and he suddenly feels much tipsier than he did while he was in there. 
Eddie stands by his van, the notebook is tucked under his arm, his hand is cupped over the cigarette that is between his lips as he lights it up. 
“Hey!” Steve calls out to him. He stumbles through the snow. He blinks, trying to get rid of the blurriness in his eyes. 
Eddie turns around to face him, a curious look residing on his face. He blows the smoke into the other direction and leans against his van. 
“What do you want, Harrington?” 
Steve stops in front of him. The wind feels harsh on his skin, not even the thick jacket does anything to shield him from the cold. How Eddie is able to walk around with a denim jacket and not freeze to death makes him wonder.
“W-Where did you get that jacket?” He asks. Not knowing what else to ask now that he stands in front of him. 
Eddie stares at him with a serious look on his face, eyeing him up and down. “Why?” He asks. “You wanna buy it?” 
Steve furrows his brows, he shakes his head, “no?”
“Why do you wanna know?”
Steve’s mind is a little hazy, he feels more drunk than tipsy, right now. 
“You’re the stoner.”
Eddie raises his brows, his dark eyes flash with amusement and confusion, “the stoner?” He chuckles and takes another drag from his cigarette. “They usually call me a drug dealer but sure, I’m also a stoner – sometimes.” 
Steve shakes his head. “A-Are you with y/n?” 
Eddie tilts his head. “With y/n?” 
“Are you hooking up with her?” Steve asks, angrily. 
A knowing look takes over Eddie’s expression. He pulls back and sighs in annoyance. 
“Not that it’s any of your business but no, I don’t take advantage of vulnerable girls. And not everything is about sex,” he glares at him. He feels irritated by Steve and by the way he looks so confused about this revelation. 
“Then what is it about?” He slurs. Throwing his hands up. 
“Jesus, you’re a real douchebag. Is that all you think about? Sex?” He asks. “Can’t two people that like each other just be friends?” 
The look on his face tells him no. For some reason, Steve can’t comprehend that thought. How can Eddie be your friend and not want you? He always wanted you. Ever since you were little kids. He always loved you. He always wanted you to be his – until he didn’t. 
Eddie shakes his head and rolls his eyes, he throws the cigarette into the snow and walks away. The sound of Steve’s keys jingling makes him halt in his tracks though. He closes his eyes, annoyance rushes through him. He doesn’t like Steve, he never did and after what he did to you, he started liking him even less but you are his friend and you still care about him. He takes a deep breath and turns around. 
“Put those keys away, dude.”
“Huh?” Steve mumbles. Looking up in confusion. 
“You’re not driving home like that,” he says. Pointing to his drunken state, he watches Steve trip over a small pile of snow. Maybe if things were different, he would’ve laughed at him. “Get in the van, I’ll drive you home.”
Steve looks at his car, knowing he is in no state to drive himself but he refuses to get into a car with Eddie Munson. 
“I’ll walk.”
Eddie rolls his eyes, “don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone that you let the freak drive you home.”
It’s not about that, it’s about you. 
Steve looks at Eddie, who stares at him in annoyance. 
“Get in the car, dude. She’d kick my ass if she knew that I let you drive home like this.” 
Steve looks down for a moment. He takes a few deep breaths and nods. He puts the keys back in his pocket and opens the door, careful not to slip on the icy ground, he looks down and gets into the van. 
Eddie jumps into the driver's seat and closes the door. He throws the notebook on the windshield and puts the key into the ignition, startling Steve with the loud music when he starts the car. He scrunches his face up and turns down the volume, “shit, my bad.”
Steve’s heart is pumping in his chest, sighing, he opts to look out the window after putting the seatbelt on. 
“Your music sucks.”
“The audacity you have, Harrington,” Eddie scoffs. “Here I am being nice, inviting you into my van and you dare to insult the best music that there is!” He says dramatically.
Eddie hits the buttons, turning on the radio instead, Heroes by David Bowie starts playing, “here, just for you, King Steve.” He snorts. Not knowing that this will turn out to be a bad idea. Steve tenses up when he hears the song but Eddie doesn’t notice, he is too focused on the street as he backs out of the parking spot. 
The song takes him back to last year, back to you. 
“If you had to give us – our relationship a song, which one would it be?” You asked him as you sat on his lap. 
“A Song?" He asked, chuckling. 
You nodded with a smile on your face as you looked through your new polaroid pictures that you have taken with him in the snow. He leaned his chin on your shoulder and tightened his grip on your waist. 
“Uh– probably, Heroes.” 
“By David Bowie?” 
“Yeah.” 
You nodded, humming. For a moment, it was silent between the two of you, you placed the polaroids back on the table and turned to face him.
“Isn’t it sad though?” 
Steve shrugged, not thinking as deeply as you did. 
“He sings,” you cleared your throat and looked at him shyly. “And you, you can be mean,
and I, I'll drink all the time. 'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact. Yes we're lovers, and that is that. Though nothing will keep us together. We could steal time just for one day. We can be heroes for ever and ever. What d'you say?” 
Steve was smiling at you, his heart was fluttering in his chest and you, you were blushing by the time you were done singing. 
He poked your waist and leaned in to kiss your cheek, giving you one of his rare soft moments. “Exactly, he sings ‘we’re lovers’.”
“You are not listening to the rest of the song, Steve!” 
 “Then keep going.”
“No,” you giggled. 
“Please,” he whispered, pouting. “I love your voice.”
You rolled your eyes, playfully. You kissed his cheek and began to sing again, clearly loving the sweet moment between the two of you when he watched you with soft eyes. He cleared his throat and picked you up, laughing at the squeal that fell from your lips, he leaned in to steal a kiss before he placed your feet on the ground. He grabbed your hairbrush from your desk and held it up to his lips. 
“I, I will be king and you, you will be queen.” He sang. 
You giggled and walked backwards as he began to walk you towards your bed. 
“Though nothing will drive them away. We can be Heroes, just for one day.” He furrowed his brows as he tried to remember the rest of the lyrics. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you back against him, “and we kissed, as though nothing could fall.” 
“You forgot the rest of the lyrics–” he cut you off with his lips on yours, kissing you passionately. He pulled your body so close against his, he could feel your heartbeat. 
Now he feels his heart breaking in his chest. 
Maybe it’s the ache in his chest, maybe it’s the alcohol in his system or maybe it’s just a combination of both that makes him break down in Eddie Munson’s van. Startling the man who was bobbing his head to the music until he heard Steve’s quiet sob. Stopping at the red light, he furrows his brows and looks over at Steve. 
“Uh– you good?” He asks. He feels a little stupid to ask him that, clearly, Steve is feeling anything but good. He taps his fingers against the steering wheel and presses his lips together. How does he comfort a man that he doesn’t even like? 
Steve cries softly, the shame isn’t there yet, right now, he doesn’t care that he is crying in front of Eddie who could tell everyone that King Steve broke down in his car while listening to David Bowie. 
“Need a tissue?” Eddie asks even though he knows he doesn’t have any in his van. 
Steve just shakes his head, clearly wanting to be left alone.
Eddie nods to himself, taking a deep breath, he sighs. Eddie knows why he is crying, it doesn’t take him long to figure it out. The moment he saw him getting drunk at the Hideout, he just knew. 
He doesn’t say anything for the rest of the drive over to Steve’s house. The music and Steve’s soft cries sound through the van. A part of Eddie pities Steve, the other part doesn’t – after all, it’s all his own fault. 
He pulls up into Steve’s driveway, still remembering the way to his house from the last party he threw back in august when he had first talked to you. He stops the car and turns down the music a little. 
“We’re here.” 
Steve nods. He wipes the tears away and he reaches for the door handle but he doesn’t leave, not yet. His eyes fall on the note lying on the floor, it must’ve slipped out from his notebook. He instantly recognizes your handwriting and his heart drops a little when he realizes that you are writing them for someone else now. It’s not affectionate or romantic, the note only says ‘good luck on the test today. Can’t wait for the milkshakes you promised!’ Next to a smiley. 
“I miss her.”
Eddie didn’t expect to hear those words from him. He leans back in his seat. 
“I-I miss her so much,” he whispers. “I-I don’t know what to do without her. I want her back.”
“You have a girlfriend, man. You left y/n for her,” Eddie mumbles. “Do you even know what you want?” 
Steve feels the bile rising in his throat. He feels sick. 
“I do now, b-but it’s too late.”
Eddie glances at him. The look of sadness and the tears are genuine and so are his words but there isn’t anything that he could say that could make Steve feel better. He doesn’t deserve you, you are too good for him and you have suffered enough to give him another chance to break you again. 
“I don’t know what you wanna hear, dude. You broke her heart and you did it in such a fucked up way too, there’s no coming back from that.”
Steve isn’t sure about what he wanted to hear but it’s definitely not that. 
“Just leave her alone, you’re only making things worse,” Eddie sighs as he thinks about you. “Go home, Steve.” 
Steve sniffles, he opens the door and nods. 
“And don’t ruin the night for her tomorrow.” 
Steve’s eyes widen, he looks at him through the tears. “She's coming?” 
Eddie nods, “yeah, her friends convinced her to come.” He can see the look in Steve’s eyes, it’s the same one he sees in your eyes. He loves you, which makes everything so much more confusing. Why did he leave you for someone else when he loves you so much? 
Steve blinks. He looks down for a moment, staring at the note that makes his heart ache. “Oh okay,” he whispers. “T-Thanks for driving me home.”
Eddie rolls his eyes, this is the most kindness he had ever shown to him. 
“Don’t mention it,” he mumbles. He narrows his eyes at him. Steve doesn’t move yet. The look on his face tells him that he wants to say more. 
“Spit it out, dude.” 
Steve looks up. Tears continue to brim in his eyes, the words are strangled in his throat. He takes a few deep breaths as he tries to stay calm. 
“T-Take care of her?” 
Eddie wants to tell him that you are capable of taking care of yourself but he decides against it. He nods. Even though he can’t understand why Steve did what he did, he can imagine the self hatred and the sadness he is feeling. A flicker of sympathy flashes in Eddie’s eyes.
“I will.”
Steve almost breaks down when he thinks of your words again, of the way you cried when you begged for him to leave, when you called him bullshit. 
He walks away when he feels like breaking down again. 
He fumbles with the keys, almost dropping them when his hands begin to shake. He manages to open the door, he steps inside and closes it. Leaning against it, he drops the floor and buries his face in his hands, a broken sob leaves his lips. 
He knows he has to let you go, the way you let him go but how? 
How? 
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You stare at your reflection in the full length mirror. You apply the red lipstick that Chrissy convinced you to get when you stopped by the drug store after you bought the dress that you had caught your eye the last time you went shopping with them. A black, glittery dress. It’s not too tight but it’s not a wide one either, though it fits your body perfectly. The straps are thin and it has a cut on the side. You love it. It’s not something you would usually wear, you always opted for the colorful dresses but, you feel like it’s time to switch things up. 
How you let them convince you to come to the dance after all? You have no idea but the thought of spending another night filled with tears made you feel miserable. 
Heather is standing behind you with the curling iron as she finishes off the rest of your hairstyle. 
Some Christmas song is playing on the radio, the room smells like a mix of hairspray and perfume.
“Can I ask you something?” You ask as you stop applying the lipstick. 
She hums, glancing at you through your mirror. 
Heather purses her lips, she pulls the curling iron away from your hair and twists the wave. 
“Is it just me or is Chrissy being weird towards me?” 
“What do you mean?” She asks. But you can see the knowing look in her eyes, you know she – they are both not telling you something.
She runs her fingers through your hair and smooths down your waves and applies more hairspray. 
“She’s just, I don’t know. I feel like she’s keeping something from me,” you mumble. “And she seemed so sad when I agreed to go with you.” 
Heather hesitates to speak up. You can tell that she is trying to come up with a lie. 
“She’s probably just sad because she has to go with Jason Carver.”
You look down at your painted nails and nod, “yeah, I guess.”
“Which I totally get, who would want to go with him?” Heather tries to change the topic, you know she is.
“Literally no one,” you snort. “But he will probably be the new King of Hawkins High once Steve and Billy graduate and the naive freshman girls will throw themselves at him,” you say with a disgusted look on your face. 
“God, that’s a disgusting thought,” Heather says. “Let’s talk about something else – look at you,” she smirks as she leans down, placing her finger under your chin, she raises your head, “queen of Haw–”
“Don’t say that,” you groan as you tilt your head up to look at her. 
She chuckles and ruffles your hair a little. “You look amazing, now get your ass into that dress and let’s go. Maybe Munson will show up for you and steal you for a dance,” she wiggles her brows.
You roll your eyes but you can’t fight the smile off your face. 
“Shut up,” you mumble. You reach for your half finished drink. Maybe it’s not a good idea to drink alcohol but you need it, right now. You don’t plan on getting drunk, just a little tipsy to make it through the night. 
You both finish getting ready, you put your dresses on and take a few polaroid pictures in front of the fairy lights in your room. You throw a mint into your mouth and spray more perfume on yourself, hoping that your mom won’t smell the wine on you. 
She doesn’t notice it or at least, it seems like she doesn’t. She takes more pictures of you and Heather in front of the Christmas tree before you leave.
The school hall is bustling with people, loud music is playing and everything is decorated in gold, red and green colors – fitting the Christmas season. Your arm is linked with Heather’s. She seems excited, you feel overwhelmed.
The lights are flashing, girls in colorful dresses rush past you with their dates. You look around, trying to spot Chrissy but you don’t see her anywhere. You sigh, the first few minutes of a big event are always the most awkward ones. 
Where do you stand? Where do you sit? Who do you talk to? Is it too early to dance? Is it too early to leave? 
“Hey, are you okay?” Heather asks. 
You nod, smiling at her. 
“You seem a little overwhelmed.” 
“I’m fine, I-I just need something to drink.” 
“A drink?” A deeper voice asks. One that instantly makes you roll your eyes. 
Billy steps in front of you with a smirk on his face, he eyes you up and down before he looks over at Heather, checking her out as well. He is wearing a tux, the button down underneath the jacket is almost fully unbuttoned. 
“You look slutty, Billy.” You joke, “you’re lucky Mrs. Myers isn’t around or you’d be sent home for violating the dress code.” 
He chuckles darkly, leaning closer to you, he holds up one finger, “the slutty look is exactly what I was going for.” 
“As always,” you snort.  
“Do you wanna dance?” Billy asks you. 
“No thanks but Heather wants to dance.”
She turns to you with wide eyes and red cheeks.
“I know you want to,” you whisper into her ear before you pull away and place her hand into Billy’s, who smirks at you. 
“I’ll drown you in the punch if you don’t treat her well.” 
He only laughs in amusement, clearly not taking the threat seriously. 
“Y/n?” Heather glares at you. 
“Have fun, babe.” 
You know all about her not so secret crush on Billy – she is good at hiding it but you saw right through it. 
You make your way over to the snack table. Waving at some of the girls from the cheer squad who are taking pictures with their dates. 
A huge bowl is in the middle of the table, filled with red liquid and fresh fruit. You wonder if someone spiked it with alcohol yet. You pour some of it into a cup and take a sip. Definitely spiked. You down the rest of the drink and pour yourself a second cup. 
“Hey.”
You freeze. You stare down at your drink. Yeah, you definitely need the alcohol tonight. You haven’t talked to him since that night, you sat next to him during English class today and you had submitted the essay together but you didn’t talk and you hoped that it would stay that way. You didn’t want to talk to him anymore. 
“Careful with the punch, Tommy spiked it.”
You turn around to face him, his eyes widen a little when he takes in the sight of you. He looks you up and down, not in the same way Billy did but in a way that leaves your skin crawling and your heart racing. 
He is wearing a black tuxedo with a red bow tie. His hair looks amazing as always but his eyes are filled with sadness. 
“Good,” you mumble as you drink the spiked punch. 
“Y-You look beautiful,” Steve says. His heart flutters, you steal his breath away. The dark eyeshadow makes your eye color more prominent. Your red lips look so kissable and the dress looks like it was made for you. You are perfect.
“Where’s your girlfriend, Steve?” You sigh. You refuse to look into his eyes, knowing that it will only make things worse. 
He blinks, furrowing his brows. He looks over your shoulder to where she’s standing with Jonathan, smiling at him. “She’s uh–” he stops talking when he sees you walking away. He sighs, clenching his hand into a fist, “shit..”
You already feel like going home – you knew you would run into him, you still weren’t prepared, you never are. You are sick of the feeling he leaves you with whenever you see him. You are so over it. 
You take a seat at your assigned table and look around, finally spotting Chrissy in the crowd. She’s dancing with Jason, you can see the forced smile even from a mile away. 
You can’t stand him. You always hated the way he treats others – the way he thinks that he is so much better than everyone else and the way he thinks he can have anyone he wants. The way he uses Mrs. Cunningham’s liking towards him to force himself into Chrissy’s life, knowing that she doesn’t actually like him. 
You relax a little when you see Heather heading towards Chrissy, pulling her away from Jason so that they can dance together. You lean back in the chair and sip on your drink. 
You wish you would have stayed at home. 
You wish you would have listened to Eddie when he said that this sucks. 
You feel like a loser, sitting by yourself at this empty table, sipping one drink after the other as your eyes continuously move back to him. You see him with her and it breaks your heart all over again. By now, you should be used to it and you were – you have gotten used to this. To him not being yours anymore, to him loving someone else, to him being with someone else but then he turned everything upside down.
His confession left you in shambles. He had broken everything, again. All the strength you have gathered since the day he left you, he took it all away from you with a few words and a kiss that almost happened. 
He loves you, that’s what he said. But he is here, holding her in his arms, kissing her as though he didn’t try to kiss you, two nights ago. He is dancing with her, whispering things into her and holding her tightly. 
None of it makes sense to you. 
If he loves you so much, then why is he dancing with her as though nothing ever happened? 
Why is he still with her? 
Is she a rebound now or were you just the backup plan all along? 
The girl he’d come back to once things with her go downhill? 
Are they already going downhill? 
Is that why he told you he still loves you? 
So that he has someone to come back to? 
You feel so miserable. The longer you stare at him. You begin to feel worse and worse. 
Not even a dance with your friends helps you lift your mood. Not even the compliments and the nice things that people have said to you tonight, make you feel better. Nothing makes you feel better but you force a smile on your face, a happy one. The way you always do and you dance with Heather and Chrissy, holding their hands and pretending to have the time of your life when all you wanna do is go home and cry yourself to sleep. 
It’s when you find yourself sitting on the bleachers with a sad expression on your face, ready to say ‘fuck it’ and go home, that your night takes a turn for the better. 
You don’t hear the footsteps coming your way, you are too busy looking at all the happy couples. Someone clears their throat. 
“May the Master of Dungeons have a dance with the ethereal Queen of Hawkins High?” 
Your eyes widen and a smile tugs at your lips, you straighten up and turn to look at Eddie who playfully bows in front of you with a smile on his face, getting a few weird looks from the other, which neither of you care about.
A giggle falls from your lips, “Eddie!”
“Come on, give me your hand, Queen.”
You laugh and place your hand in his. He pulls you up and smiles at you when your eyes lock. “Look at you,” he beams. He raises your hand over your head, “give me a twirl,” he winks. 
You roll your eyes, playfully. Giving him the twirl that he asked for, you can’t help but giggle when he begins to whistle. 
“You look beautiful, sweetheart!” 
He grabs your waist when you stumble a little. He instantly smells the alcohol on you. 
“Thank you, Eddie.” 
He eyes you with a smile on his face, “love the smokey eyes and the dress – honestly, you look like a witchy fairy.” 
“A witchy fairy?” You laugh, tilting your head. 
He puts his hand over his heart, “I mean that as a compliment – a badass witchy, fairy, shit, I’m gonna have to create a character based on you now.” 
You shake your head, laughing at the concentrated look on his face. He is wearing a white button down, a few buttons are left undone, one of his tattoos is peeking out from beneath the shirt, and a silver chain is around his neck. His curly hair looks as good as always. 
“You look amazing, Eddie.”
He raises his brows in surprise, his dark eyes light up. 
“Thank you, badass fairy witch,” he winks. “Look, I stole these pants from Wayne, I have none without holes in them,” he laughs, pointing to the black pants he is wearing.
You can’t even help but giggle. 
“I thought this isn’t your thing,” you say. Gesturing to the dance. 
He shrugs, “yeah well, I thought you could use a dance partner.”
Your gaze softens. A feeling of warmth and comfort rushes through you. “You came for me?” 
He holds your hand tighter, “who else would I come here for?” He asks as he looks into your big eyes. 
“My knight in shining armor,” you tease. 
He snorts at your words, “come on.” He says as he pushes you in front of him and leads you into the middle of the dance floor, pushing some jock out of the way. You can feel the eyes on you, you can see the weird looks from the cheerleaders when they see you with Eddie. It only makes you scoff at them. 
A squeal leaves your lips when Eddie suddenly twirls you again, laughing when you hold onto his hand tightly. He wraps his arms around you from behind and leans in, “let me guess, you had some of that spiked punch?” He whispers into your ear. 
"Absolutely,” you giggle and turn around to face him. You place your hands on his shoulders. 
“Bad girl,” he smirks, tapping your nose.
“I learned from the best.” You tap his nose back, making him laugh. 
Steve watches you and Eddie with an irritated look on his face. You seem so carefree and happy with him. So familiar. Like you have known each other for a long time already. You melt into his touch so easily and laugh at whatever he is whispering into your ear. 
The feeling in his chest is sickening. He knows it’s jealousy. He can’t do anything about it though. The girl in his arms is his, you aren’t – not anymore.
Every breath you take by The Police starts playing. Some leave the dance floor, some stay to slow dance with their partner. Steve pulls Nancy closer and looks over her shoulder to see what you will do. 
Eddie pulls you closer and you wrap your arms around him, you lay your head on his chest, melting into him so easily. It breaks Steve’s heart a little. He feels tense, it’s hard to see you with someone else, even when Eddie said that there is nothing but friendship between the two of you, it certainly looks more than just that to Steve.
You don’t even notice the weird looks you are getting from the people around you. You are only focused on him. The thought of you and Eddie somehow hurts more than the thought of you and Billy. Because Billy would be nothing more than a hookup but Eddie? Eddie is a good guy, one who will treat you well and love you the way he couldn’t.
“Is everything okay?” Nancy asks as she lifts her head to look at him. 
“Yeah,” he mumbles with a frown on his face. “Why?”
Her blue eyes are filled with confusion, she shrugs, “you seem tense.”
“I’m fine, Nance,” he says, softly. 
“Okay,” she smiles. 
When she lays her head on his chest, he squeezes her and looks back up. His breath hitches in his throat when his eyes lock with yours as you rest your chin on Eddie’s shoulder, who’s back is turned towards him. For a moment, you look at each other. Steve’s heart begins to beat faster in his chest, the longer you look at each other. He longs for you. This, all of this, feels so wrong. He shouldn’t be here with her and you shouldn’t be there with him. 
But while his eyes soften, your eyes harden. 
His are filled with longing and sadness. 
Yours are filled with indifference. 
You look at each other for a few long seconds and then you take one final look at him before you tear your eyes away from him. Somehow, that felt like a stab to his heart because that moment felt like the end. The realization that it is truly over makes his blood run cold. He feels paralyzed by the pain that he had caused himself. 
Eddie tightens his hold on you when he feels how tense you are, he looks down at you with a look of concern in his eyes.
“Do you want to get out of here?” 
"Yes, please." 
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valeskafics · 7 months
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"Mine" - Dark Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader
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a/n: request from an anon for yan aeg, aem, and jace - here's the first one 💕
Summary: Aemond has bided his time, but it's time to make you his.
TW: DUBCON, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, stalking, somnophilia, p in v sex, fingering, dry humping, oral f receiving, breeding kink if you squint, pussy slapping
Word Count: 3,750 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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Aemond remembers, with great clarity, the first time he saw you. You walked into the lecture hall and took a seat in the row in front of him, giving him a perfect view of your gorgeous hair, tied up to expose the nape of your neck, the slope of your shoulders. He remembers thinking how fucking pathetic it felt to be hard from that alone. He remembers hearing your sweet voice when you raised your hand to answer a question, one about the Dornish system of governance. It was a comparative politics class, and you raised your hand nearly as often as he did. He loved the way that charm bracelet on your wrist jingled every time you moved, every time you wrote. He loved the way you would turn and speak at your friend, Sara, who sat beside you in class, those perfect lips of yours curving into a gorgeous smile, one that he wished more than anything was aimed at him.
He’s content to admire you from afar, for a time at least. He memorizes your daily routine. First, breakfast with your roommate, Cassandra, in the dining hall. Then, your morning run, a quick shower, and off to your classes, followed by your shift at the campus coffee shop. Aemond can be discreet when the need arises. He wears a pair of sunglasses, pulls his hood over his head, and no one gives him a second glance. Is it pathetic, stalking you like this when you’ve never said more than two words to him? Perhaps. But does he care? Absolutely not. You’re meant to be his. You’re so perfect and sweet, he could love you and protect you better than anyone else could. But the semester goes on and you still don’t notice him.
Aemond manages to hack your email and figure out what classes you’ve registered for next term, and registers for one of them. More than that will look too suspicious for the time being. And he continues sitting behind you, admiring that gorgeous neck, imagining what it would look like with his hands as a necklace as he pounds into you, your lips parted in a silent scream as you beg him for more, as you cry out his name in the throes of ecstasy, as desperate for him as he is for you.
It remains a dream.
But then, one day? Everything changes.
As you get up from your desk, he watches as you drop your bag, all your belongings spilling out. You let out a frustrated sigh and get down, picking up your things, cursing your luck. Aemond can’t help but muse how good you look on your knees like that, how you would look on your knees, gazing up at him through your lashes as you choke on his cock. He feels his pants grow tighter, but quickly moves to crouch down and help you pick up your things. This is his chance. He can feel it. The lecture hall is pretty much empty now, leaving just the two of you as you gather your items.
“Need some help?” Aemond murmurs as he grabs a few of your pens, preventing them from rolling away.
You glance at him and smile, a bit awkwardly, which he finds absolutely adorable, “You don’t have to. I’m just a clumsy idiot.”
“I know I don’t have to but I want to,” he smiles back at you, “And you’re definitely not a clumsy idiot.”
The two of you move to stand up and you smile at him again, biting your lip, the sight of which sends a rush of excitement through him, “Thanks. You’re… Aemond, right?”
“Guilty as charged,” he gives you a wry grin before stating your name, “Am I correct?”
You nod, “Yeah, my best friend, Sara, is dating your cousin, Jace, I think.”
“Yeah, Jace is my cousin,” Aemond confirms, gazing down at you, admiring how you look in the pastel pink sundress you’ve decided to wear today, one that he just wants to bend you over the next desk and fuck you in.
“He’s… Nice,” you say before giggling slightly, “Sorry. It’s just Jace is such a jock and you give off more of a preppy academic vibe.”
He chuckles, “You’re not wrong. You like the preppy look? Because I happen to love the sundress look.”
You grin up at him, and Aemond swears that if he was a lesser man, he would’ve swooned at the sight, “I’m fond of it, yeah.”
His gaze travels to those perfect, plush, kissable lips, the ones he imagines doing things that would make even his older brother blush, “That’s good. So, I bet you’ve gotten quite a bit of attention around here.”
You shake your head, hanging your now packed back on your shoulder, “Nah. I tend to keep to myself in all honesty.”
“Really?” Aemond questions, already knowing this, crossing his arms and loving the way you admire him as he does so, “I bet you could have any, no, all of the guys on campus wrapped around your pretty little finger.”
“I just got out of a long term relationship,” you admit, “Don’t know if I’m ready to date again, ya know?”
Aemond knows this, of course, but he doesn’t know the details surrounding the break up, and so he takes a chance and asks you, “Sorry to hear that. What happened?”
“Well, he’s a grad student and he thought I was too immature for him, I guess.”
Aemond frowns at the sad tone your voice takes on. He would never make you hurt like this. That’s why he’s the only man worthy of you. He gives you a sympathetic smile, thinking maybe he can use this to his advantage.
“Well, personally don’t think you seem immature,” Aemond says in a gentle voice, “I wouldn’t give that asshole the time of day.”
You shift your weight from foot to foot and smile up at him, clearly happy with his words, “You’re really sweet. Thank you. That means a lot.”
“It’s nothing, but seriously, you shouldn’t care what he thinks. He was obviously an idiot to let a girl like you go.”
You’re about to say something when your phone goes off. You glance at it and your eyes go wide.
“Shit! My shift at the coffee shop starts in fifteen,” you turn to him, frowning apologetically, “I’ve gotta go, but it was really nice meeting you.”
Aemond leans against the wall and gives you a charming smile, “The pleasure was mine,” he pauses, eyeing the way your sundress hugs your thighs, imagining his hands spreading them apart and-, “Where do you work?”
He asks as though he doesn’t already know the answer.
“Just the KLU Coffee Shop,” you inform him, shoving your phone back into your bag, “Swing by. Your drink’s on me.”
He watches you walk away, admiring the view of your hips swinging as you go, thinking to himself that he can’t wait to show up and get that coffee from you. He’s that much closer to having you in his arms, in his bed, and the thought nearly makes his mouth water with anticipation.
When Aemond shows up at the coffee shop, it’s during the after class rush. He can’t help but admire how adorable you look when you’re stressed out, your brows furrowed together as you try to ring up your customers and make their drinks as promptly and efficiently as you can. He reaches the front of the line, giving you a sweet smile.
“Hey, you look stressed, you okay?”
“Oh, hi!” you greet him, seeming genuinely happy to see him, “Yeah, I just hate working this shift, it gets a little crazy.”
“I don’t blame you,” he says, leaning forward and resting his arms on the counter, “Seems chaotic to say the least,” you give him a cute little smile before asking what you can make for him, “Could I just get a black coffee?”
Aemond can’t tear his gaze from your lips, how soft and smooth they look. You seem to have some sort of lip gloss on and he wonders if it’s flavored. Fuck, he wants to taste you so badly.
“Sure thing,” you chirp, scribbling something onto his cup, “You can pick a pastry or sandwich if you want too. It’s on me.”
He glances at the menu, pretending like he doesn’t come here and sit in the corner to watch you work every spare moment he has, before requesting, “I’ll take a croissant, if you don’t mind.”
“You got it,” you grin, “I’ll call your name when your order’s up.”
He watches you walk away, admiring the curve of your ass as you go. You drive him absolutely crazy, he thinks to himself, and it’s getting to be a problem. All he can think about right now is how it would feel to squeeze your soft flesh in his hands, to manhandle you onto his bed and flip you over, spreading you open-
“Order up for Aemond!”
Your voice breaks through his lustful haze and he wonders how long he was standing there like that, daydreaming about fucking you. He shakes himself out of it and walks over to grab his coffee and pastry from you, thanking you in a soft voice, letting his fingers linger against yours when he takes the items from you. He notices the little heart you’ve drawn beside his name on his cup and goes to sit down, opening his laptop and pretending to study for the rest of your shift. It’s Tuesday, so that means you’ll be closing the place down.
Alone.
Won’t that be a great opportunity for a little chat?
As things wind down for the evening, Aemond watches as you begin wiping down tables, turning chairs on the empty ones upside down. He watches you sweep the floor, a nasty little fantasy playing in his head of you being his pretty little housewife, making sure the house is nice and clean for him when he comes home. Of you, pouring him his coffee in the morning and him shoving everything off the dining table, lifting you onto it and burying his face between your thighs, bringing you to the edge over and over again.
He walks over to you after throwing away his coffee cup, offering to help you out.
“You’re sweet to offer but I’ll get in a ton of trouble if I let you help,” you tell him.
“You sure?” he tries again, watching as you hang up your apron, revealing your curves in that form-hugging sundress again, “If you say so.”
After you’ve closed up, you turn to him, both of you standing outside the coffeeshop, “I’ll see you in class, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Aemond nods, “See you in class.”
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Now that you know who he is, Aemond becomes even more careful in his stalking. He remains in the shadows, watching every move you make, taking note of everyone you talk to. Your friend group don’t seem to be very threatening. There’s Cassandra Baratheon, a party girl who doesn’t seem too interested in trying to fix you up with anyone, Alysanne Blackwood, Cregan Stark’s volleyball player girlfriend, and Sara Snow, his cousin’s girlfriend. Sometimes Cregan and Jace join in your little gatherings, but more often than not, they don’t.
What is cause for concern, however, is when he overhears you mention to Sara that your ex got in touch with you, that he wanted to meet up for dinner to “talk” about things and potentially reconcile. And you seem happy about it. This can’t be happening. He watches the two of you at dinner, the way his hand comes to rest over yours, the way you smile and look at him like some sort of lovestruck idiot.
No, you need to realize that this asshole who broke your heart isn’t the one for you. Aemond is the one for you. He’s going to deal with this little bump in the road on the way to your and his happily ever after.
Aemond lays in wait in your dorm building, biding his time until he’s sure you’ve fallen asleep. He sneaks in, using Sara’s keycard that she left at Jace’s last night, entering your room silently. Sara’s at Jace’s tonight again, no surprise, so you’re all alone, waiting for him. He gazes at you where you lay on the bed, wrapped up under the covers, one of your arms poking out, bathed in the moonlight. He moves closer to you, slowly pulling the comforter off of you, admiring the way your chest rises and falls as you sleep. You’re wearing a cute little nightdress that barely covers you at all, if he’s being honest. The thing is practically see through. And he fucking loves it. He eyes the swell of your breasts, the curve of your ass as you curl up into a ball, seeking the warmth your blanket previously provided you.
You turn on your side in your sleep and your nightdress rides up ever so slightly, allowing him to see the frilly pink panties you’ve worn to sleep that match the fucking nightdress. Gods, how can you be so adorable and so fucking tempting at the same time? Your thighs, your ass, your tits, all of it is making him go nearly insane with want. He watches you nuzzle into your pillow, your hips slightly lifted, and all Aemond can think is how fucking badly he wants you. He crawls into bed beside you, pulling you into his arms, his hand sliding up your leg as he gazes at you. You’re just as soft as he imagined, he thinks to himself as he squeezes your thigh, groaning under his breath at the feeling. Your lips part in your sleep as you move closer to Aemond. He slides his hand further up your nightdress till he reaches one of your breasts. He squeezes, feeling himself grow impossibly hard in his jeans.
Aemond relishes in the little sigh you let out, running his thumb over your nipple, loving the way it hardens under his ministrations. He leans over you, his form dwarfing you, as he presses his lips to yours. They’re so soft and sweet and just as perfect as he imagined. He feels you rub up against him in your sleep, smirking to himself as he lifts your leg, allowing you to wrap it around him. And then? You begin moving your hips against his, grinding your clothed pussy against his thigh, whining slightly in your sleep, clearly having a very good dream. His hands move to your hips, helping you along as you chase your peak.
“You’re so fucking naughty, aren’t you, baby?” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your neck, “Fucking yourself on my thigh like a dirty little slut. Bet you’re dreaming about me, aren’t you?”
You moan as if in response to his words as he continues mouthing at your neck, biting down gently. You whimper slightly in your sleep and Aemond whispers in your ear again, hands moving to cup your ass.
“I’m going to make you my little princess, baby,” he murmurs, “Going to love making you my good girl. My pretty baby.”
And then, your eyes open. You meet his gaze and gasp, pulling away from him.
“A-Aemond?”
He quickly places his hand over your mouth, moving to pin you between the mattress and his body, “Shh, baby, it’s me. Be a good girl and keep quiet for me now, yeah?”
You gaze up at him, entirely confused. One of his hands holds both your wrists together above your head as you squirm beneath him.
“Don’t look at me like that, baby, you want this,” his voice is a low purr in your ear, “The way you were rubbing up against me in your sleep? You know you wanted this.”
You shake your head vehemently, mumbling something against his palm that he can’t quite make out.
Aemond moves his hand away from your mouth, pressing two fingers to your lips, “Shhh, sweet girl, I really don’t want to cover those pretty lips again. You look so fucking cute like this, you know?”
“Please don’t-”
Aemond cuts off your quiet plea, “Please what?”
“You don’t have to do this,” you whisper.
“Don’t I?” he taunts, one hand moving to tease you over your panties, stroking you, feeling the wet patch on the fabric from your earlier actions, “You were the one grinding against me like a bitch in heat. You want this, baby, just as bad as I do.”
“I wasn’t,” you protest weakly.
“Don’t lie to me, naughty little girl,” he breathes against your lips, “I can see it in your eyes.”
You gasp when he slides his fingers inside your panties and pushes them inside you. You let out a yelp as Aemond begins pumping them in and out of you at a steady pace, curving them in a way that allows him to brush up against that spongy spot deep inside you that has you moaning his name in spite of all your earlier protests. Your hips move of their own accord, grinding against his hand, desperate for him. And Aemond notices. He speeds up his movements, admiring the way his fingers disappear inside your tight little cunt over and over, the way you gaze up at him almost starry-eyed. He feels you squeeze around him, so tight that he almost can’t move his fingers, soaking them with the evidence of your climax. You turn your face away, embarrassed by the entire ordeal, but Aemond isn’t having it. One of his hands still firmly grasps both of your wrists and he brings the other that just pleasured you to your lips, forcing his fingers inside.
“Lick them clean, baby.”
You taste yourself on his digits, scrunching your eyes shut and doing as he asks, hating the fact that all of this is just serving to turn you on more. You shouldn’t want this. You and your ex are on the verge of getting back together. You love your ex, not this guy who broke into your dorm and is-
Oh gods…
You watch as Aemond settles between your legs, gazing up at you as he slides your panties down your thighs. He wastes no time pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the soft flesh of your inner thigh, nipping at it before licking at your pussy. You let out a sharp gasp, covering your mouth so as not to make too much noise. Aemond continues, lapping at your cunt like a man starved, holding your thighs apart as he stares up at you, nuzzling his nose against your clit in a way that makes you squeeze your eyes shut, unable to handle the pleasure he’s giving you. You come against his tongue with a near scream of his name.
But Aemond simply moves to take your pearl between his lips, suckling at it, refusing to stop, his fingers moving in and out of you once again. You let out a choked sob as your hips buck up against him, meeting his movements with your own, giving in to the ecstasy which he so willingly is giving you. You reach your peak again, faster than before, and he finally pulls his mouth away from you, moving to kiss you again.
“You taste like heaven, baby,” he groans against your ear, moving to undo his jeans, running his cock along your pussy, slapping the head against your clit. You whimper slightly, and then cry out as he lands a light slap against you, making you gaze up at him with watery eyes.
“W-what was that for?”
“Just a reminder to be my good. Little. Girl,” he says, punctuating each word with a slap against your pussy, making you nearly scream his name, “Gods, you’re so fucking perfect for me. Can’t wait to split you open on my cock. Bet you can’t wait either, so desperate for me, like a good little slut.”
You don’t bother denying it. What’s the point?
You feel Aemond’s cock push inside you, bullying against your walls, eliciting a mewl of his name from your lips.
“Fuck,” he growls against your ear, “You love it when I beat this little pussy up, don’t you, baby?”
He continues fucking you, snapping his hips against yours over and over, the intensity dizzying as he brings you closer and closer to your peak. You feel like you can barely breathe, your mind so overcome by the feeling of his cock moving in and out of you, filling you up so fucking perfectly.
“Feel so good when you squeeze me like that,” Aemond hisses, rocking his hips against yours, staring into your eyes, “No one’s gonna make you feel like this except for me, sweet girl. No one’s gonna love you like I can.”
Aemond grabs your hands, lacing your fingers with his as he continues fucking you, forehead resting against yours, the sound of your heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin filling the room. You reach your peak against him with a near scream of his name, but Aemond just flips you onto your stomach, fucking into you again, grabbing you by the hips, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust, making whimper, grasping at the sheets, overstimulated and yet wanting nothing more than for him to keep fucking you.
“Gonna fill you up with my cum, pretty girl,” he rasps in your ear, one hand letting go of your hip to grasp at your throat, squeezing slightly, “Gonna fucking ruin you for anyone else. You’re never gonna want anyone else after this. Say you’re mine, baby.”
“I’m yours,” you manage to moan out, tears pricking at your eyes as you hold yourself up on your elbows, feeling him move in and out of you faster and faster.
Aemond’s hips begin to stutter against yours, feeling how tightly you’re squeezing around him, your own climax imminent. With one more thrust, Aemond spills himself inside you, a heavy groan of your name escaping his lips as you squeeze around him one more time, your own climax overtaking you.
Aemond holds you tightly in his arms, your breathing and his being the only sounds that pervade the late night air. Part of you wonders if he’s going to let you go now that he’s gotten what he wanted. But judging by the way he’s already growing hard against your thigh again, you highly doubt it.
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hazbinwhoree · 22 days
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I feel like adam would be the type to pull pranks, so may I request an adam x sensitive!reader, where Adam pulls a prank a little too far?
Too Far
A/N: The song is Work Song by Hozier, I am a slut for Hozier.
The thing about Adam is that he was a damn good actor. That mixed with his love for pranks was a lethal combination.
Poor (Name) was often the victim of his pranks, but today he went a little too far. He hid his guitar and then accused (Name) of misplacing it.
Watching her flounder and stutter and insist she hadn’t taken it was funny at first. “I know it wasn’t me, so where the fuck did you put it?” Adam raised his voice and suddenly, it wasn’t funny anymore. Tears welled up in (Name)’s eyes.
She burst out crying. “I didn’t take it,” she sobbed. “Please, why don’t you believe me, I wouldn’t do anything to your guitar.”
Well shit. Adam hadn’t meant to make her genuinely upset. He just wanted to make her a little frustrated.
“Fuck, baby, don’t cry. Shit. It was a joke, I know where my guitar is.”
(Name) gasped for air. “Why would you do that?” She sounded so hurt and betrayed that Adam swore she’d never be the subject of one of his pranks ever again.
“I’m so sorry…”
He went to approach her but she shrunk back. “Leave me alone,” she whimpered, turning around and running off to her room.
Adam felt like a piece of shit.
He gave (Name) space for a while, but when he checked back twenty minutes later and could still hear sniffling through the door, he knocked lightly. “(Name)? Honey?” The sniffling stopped and he was answered with silence.
Ten minutes later, he came back with his guitar. He sat outside her door, his back against it and began gently strumming his guitar. The crying stopped and he could tell she was listening.
“Boys workin’ on empty
Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?
I just think about my baby
I’m so full of love I could barely eat.”
He felt the light thump of (Name) leaning against the other side of the door.
“There’s nothing sweeter than my baby
I’d never want once from the cherry tree
‘Cause my baby’s sweet as can be
She give me toothaches just from kissin’ me.”
There’s still silence on the other side of the door, but Adam can tell she’s listening and can feel her anger and sadness waning.
“When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I’ll crawl home to her.”
Finally, the door opened a crack and (Name) peered out. “I love that song,” she mumbled.
“I know.”
(Name) opened the door wider and Adam stood, putting his guitar down. “I’m sorry babe, that was a mean joke.” “No shit,” (Name) grumbled. Adam opened his arms questioningly. (Name) seemed to consider it for a moment before fully opening the door and stepping into Adam’s arms.
Adam sighed in relief, holding (Name) tightly. “No more pranks,” (Name) said, muffled in his chest. “No more pranks,” Adam agreed.
“I am actually sorry, sugar tits.”
(Name) rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, I know.”
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haoboutyou · 1 month
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for your convenience | kim mingyu
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suggestive, fluff | 1281 words | alcohol mention, making out
mingyu’s got an unconventional solution to both your problems
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“I still don’t understand how you’re still single, Gyu. My back is hurting from all the girls shooting lasers at me!” Yuju threw her head back in a laugh, bumping her shoulders into you playfully as she shouted over the loud music.
The man in question groaned in exasperation. “Not you too, Yuju. You’re starting to sound like my mom.”
“Oh my god, really?! I miss Auntie Kim!” Yuju squealed in joy. 
“I’m not kidding; she’s even set up blind dates for me!” Mingyu ran a hand over his face, whining. 
“Oh please. As soon as they find out about his golden retriever-ass personality, they’ll lose interest and make a run for it.” 
Next to her, Eunwoo smirked. He downed the drink in his hand in one go, wincing at the burn as he hooked an arm around Mingyu’s neck.
“You’re one to talk, Mr Dark-and-Mysterious.” Your cheeks are flushed bright red, evidence of the alcohol in your veins. You did a once-over of Eunwoo in his leather jacket, scoffing. “Remember when you cried because you stepped on a cicida?”
“One: I did not cry, my hair got into my eyes! And two: it was crunchy!” 
All you wanted to do tonight was get drunk, make out strangers and party hard with your friends. As soon as you entered Cherries, your little group had made a beeline for your usual table. Two cranberry vodkas into the night and you’ve found yourself twirling around your best friends on the dance floor, steps only a little wobbly as you bounced between Yuju, Eunwoo and Mingyu.
Actually, it was just you and Mingyu. Eunwoo had already retreated to the bar, and Yuju got lost on the crowded dance floor, probably grinding on the nearest hottie around her. Not that you minded one bit– you were the closest to Mingyu, anyway, so being alone with him wasn’t uncomfortable at all. 
Mingyu’s got a firm grip on your waist the whole time, ensuring your drunken self didn’t trip over your own feet. You were both mingling around, dancing along to the DJ and having the time of your life.
That was, until you spotted an unwelcomingly familiar figure by the bar, staring straight at you. The sudden chill that followed sobered you up in record time, halting you in your dance.
“Fuck, he’s here too?” 
Mingyu looked up to see where you were looking. “Is that Jaehyun? I thought you guys broke up months ago” 
“Apparently, he didn't get the memo,” you muttered.
You bit your lip, a nervous habit Mingyu noticed you formed a few years back. He couldn’t help but reach out, thumb caressing your lower lip to stop you from biting. He successfully managed to catch your attention; instead, you turned to look back at him.
“Y/n,” he gazed into your eyes, then towards the direction where your ex stood. “Do you trust me?” 
“Of course I do. Why did you a-”
Mingyu kissed you. 
He kissed you and now your brain is short-circuiting again, but for a completely different reason.
Kim Mingyu, possibly the most eligible bachelor in Cherries, just kissed you. 
Correction: he’s still kissing you. 
His hands gripped on both sides of your face, firm but gentle. His thumb softly caressed the apples of your cheeks as he angled himself to deepen the kiss. Somehow, his other hand found its way to the nape of your neck; tilting your head upwards and burying his fingers into your locks. 
You let out a gasp as he ran his tongue along your lips. It happened too suddenly; your hands were left to find purchase on his jacket, gripping for dear life. You, however, found yourself drowning in his scent; his warm and woody scent engulfing you whole. Kissing him back with equal fervour was a no-brainer– he made you lose yourself in him, with him.
He’s really good at it too, you realised, until he reluctantly broke the kiss. Cocoa-colour eyes stared back at you intently as Mingyu leaned his forehead against yours. The ferocity of the kiss left you both panting, a bright rosy flush gracing both your cheeks. 
The thumping beats and flashing lights of Cherries came rushing back into your senses. All around you, bodies continued to sway in rhythm, laughter and chatter melding into a rush of excitement as strangers burst your private bubble with Mingyu.
“Do you think he saw that?” Even between pants, Mingyu managed to look arrogantly charming, smirking proudly to himself when he realised he’d managed to render you speechless.
You suddenly felt shy, eyes flitting anywhere else but back at him. You took a deep breath, before using what little strength you had left to push him away. 
“Uh, well… I think so, yeah. Thanks, I guess.”
From the corner of your eye, you spotted your ex slinking back onto the dance floor after witnessing your bold display of affection. 
You sighed in relief, slumping onto Mingyu’s tall frame. He chuckled at how comically you do it, an arm wrapping around your waist to support you against him. 
“No, really. Thank you. I think he’s been following me because he thought he still had a chance.” you shudder as you recall the terrifying past month you just had– a stalker ex following everywhere you went. 
Mingyu peppered soft kisses on your neck, making sure to look over your shoulder into the crowd behind you. For good measure, you reasoned to yourself. You balled up your fists on his lapels, anchoring yourself to him. “I might have a solution to both our problems, y/n.” He’s got a finger twirling a piece of your hair now.  “Go out with me. I’ll make him, and all your other problems gone.”
“Oh yeah?” Now it’s your turn to scoff. “Like what?”
“Rumour has it you’re looking for a new place?” Mingyu leaned forward, speaking into your ear. His breath tickled, eliciting a shiver that ran down your spine. The club’s music seemed to muffle his deep voice even more, straining to pick it up amid the constant noise.
He nuzzled deeper into your neck. “C’mon, Y/n-ie. We already get along great with each other. Most people already assume we’re dating anyway.” He took in a deep breath. “Help me stop my parents from sending me on those stupid blind dates. Won’t it be a win-win situation?”
“You want us to fake date?”
“I want us to real date.”
You bit your lip back again. Your voice dropped down to a whisper. “That’s not funny, Gyu. Be serious.”
His smile softens. For a moment, it reminded you of the goofy kid you first befriended in high school.
“Is falling in love with me that bad? I wouldn’t mind loving you, personally.”
You stared back at him hard. It’s hot and humid in Cherries, but Kim Mingyu pulls off the sweaty sexy look way too effortlessly. Brief flashbacks of your short-lived high school crush on your best friend reemerged in your head. Besides… He did help you chase off your ex tonight. Knowing how persistent your ex is though, maybe keeping Mingyu around wouldn’t be so bad after all. 
“Y/n-ie, baby.” You were aware that the both of you were only slightly drunk; sober enough to understand the consequences of your actions, but tipsy enough to act on your desires. Mingyu seemed to pout harder. “Date me, please? I’d rather be with you than anyone else.”
You pretend to ponder a little bit more before finally making a decision. “Fine.” You shook his warm hand in yours, ignoring how your heart fluttered at how his large hand almost engulfed yours. 
“You’ve got a deal, boyfriend.”
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𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 | 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬
ʚ lando norris x female reader (best friends to lovers!!)
ʚ you’ve always been in the background, never experiencing the love everyone’s talking too, except you’ve been watching lando experience that feeling your yearning for…are you really meant to be alone? or have feelings been kept hidden for too long…?
ʚ a bit of angst, slight arguments, miscommunication but super fluffy and cute too (i hate angsty endings, you all know this already)
ʚ hehe the fic is finally here! thank you to everyone who voted and helped me choose someone to write this for! i hope this is okay! where it says ‘best friends found a new guy, imagine it saying girl’
ʚ word count 2k+
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Moved put to a new city, June is dawning down on me, and all that I can find….
You’d moved to Monaco to pursue a sports journaling degree when you’d turned nineteen, leaving the hustle and bustle of London to come to the glitz and glamour that Monte Carlo held.  The one thing that was nice is you’d been staying with your childhood best friend Lando ever since you moved to the city, more than happy to be back with a familiar face, not to mention being able to attend many events and grand prix’s to gain a more hands on experience with your degree. 
“Okay, are you all settled in?” he’d asked coming to his guest room to check on you
“Yeah, just a few more things to unpack, thank you for letting me stay with you”
He smiled 
“Of course, I love you, you know I do, wouldn’t want you to stay anywhere else!”
There is was, the constant three words that brought butterflies to your stomach whenever Lando said them to you. The two of you had always been affectionate with one another, but you couldn’t help but wish he meant it deeper than he did. 
“I’ll let you finish and then we’ll go get some lunch?”
“Sounds good! I shouldn’t be long!”
Nodding he looked around once more before leaving you to your thoughts once again, what a lovesick teenage girl you were. 
A sickly romance in the air, lovers stroll without a care in sight, oh this can’t be right…
If there was anything you adored more in life it was love, you’d always been a romantic at heart, but as you began to reach your twenties, never experiencing love romantically or ever really having your opportunity to be loved on that level, seeing the romance within the city streets had begun to bring a sudden dark cloud with it.
It wasn’t that you hated love, no far from, it was more a longing for that feeling of warmth and comfort that only a partner could bring, and wondering when it would finally be your time.
“Pipsqueak?”
Snapping yourself out of your daze, your eyes focused back on Lando who sat across from you at the café the two of you had been frequenting, his silly little nickname he had for you slipping out 
“Hmm? Sorry I didn’t hear you”
“I was asking if you wanted to come to the grand prix this weekend, I’ll get it organized with my team if yes”
You were quick to smile, nodding your head 
“Yes please, that would be great, I’ve got a paper to write so maybe I’ll find inspiration there!”
Lando nodded, the brit matching your smile, an unreadable emotion flashing across his eyes, but it was gone before you could figure it out
“Sounds good”
Cause the sun’s engaged to the sky, my best friends found a new guy, I’m only getting older, I’ve never had a shoulder to cry on, someone to call mine…
The paddock of the Hungarian grand prix was where you met Lando’s girlfriend for the first time, something you were not expecting to happen, and in all honesty, you’d wished you stayed home now. 
“Perfect, you’re here, Ella this is Y/N my best friend, and of course Y/N, this is Ella my girlfriend” 
You smiled holding your hand out to shake which she took gently 
“Nice to meet you! I didn’t know you were coming, if I did I would have stayed home, I don’t mean to intrude” 
Ella smiled sweetly 
“Oh no, I don’t mind having a buddy to walk around with, Lando’s told me lot’s about you, you’ve been friends since you were kids?”
And there was the word that soured in your mouth, friends, yeah you and Lando had been friends for years, and yet for some reason you hated that word with a passion, you’ve never had before 
“Yeah since we were kids!”
Elbowing Lando slightly he laughed, only when you joined him, it didn’t feel right and your smile didn’t reach your eyes. 
Why did you come this weekend. 
Everybody’s falling in love and I’m falling behind. 
-
Now almost 4 years later you were twenty three and finally finished your degree, working at a small publishing firm in Monaco, only you’d long moved out of Lando’s apartment and settled into your own little studio. You often looked back on how the weekend ended all those four years ago, Ella was great, she and Lando seemed perfect for one another, but you hadn’t expected it to be a huge problem. 
“Are you okay?” Lando asked, his hand touching your shoulder gently
“I’m fine, just super tired”
“I don’t believe you, I know you better.”
Taking a deep breath you continued to pack your things, getting ready for the flight home 
“Where’s Ella, shouldn’t you be with her?” you chirped back, trying not to give away your bad mood
“She’s packing and I wanted to check on you, what’s going on pipsqueak?”
“Well I’m fine, and stop calling me that.” 
Lando couldn’t get anything else in before you were snapping your suitcase shut and wheeling it out the hotel room door, confusion all he felt watching you walk away, he was determined to find out what was wrong.
Touched the ocean, fell right in, stepped outside and burned my skin, my life won’t go my way..
You had been falling for Lando ever since you were teenagers, his eyes trapped you into him, his words filling your heart with a warmth and love only he could provide, except he was never yours, and never would be. Life had a funny way of working you thought, it was almost too good to be true to imagine yourself and Lando getting together, despite the same idea from both of your parents. 
The more you saw Lando and Ella on social media together, the more you pulled away, a constant discomfort in your chest as you watched her have what you yearned for, holding his hand the way you wished you could, kissing his lips like you dreamed you could. 
She had everything and right now you had nothing. 
Bossa nova in my room, hope that I’ll find someone too to love…because the sun’s engaged to the sky my best friends found a new guy, I’m only getting older, I’ve never had a shoulder to cry on, someone to call mine. Everybody’s falling in love and I’m falling behind.
There had never been an argument so huge between you and Lando before today, it had been weeks of you avoiding his texts, calls, and missing out on weekly friend dates that he had finally shown up at your apartment, anger in his eyes. 
“I told you I’ve been busy Lando, can’t you accept that?”
“No! Because ever since Hungary four years ago you haven’t been yourself, ever since you met Ella something changed.”
You rolled your eyes at her name
“That’s such bullshit, I’ve just been doing my own thing and getting used to working, besides my degree was kicking my ass back then.”
Lando didn’t believe a single word you were saying, he could see it in your eyes you were lying 
“Stop lying to me, we used to be close and now you’re a stranger, I don’t even know who you are anymore!” his patience wearing thin and you could tell by the way his hands were clenching 
“Lando just leave!”
“Not until you tell me what’s wrong!”
“Go away!” you yelled back only causing the driver to yell louder 
“TELL ME!”
“I LOVE YOU OKAY?! It’s too painful to be your friend, my chest constanly hurts, I see everyone else have you all to themselves, watch you love someone else, hold someone else and I’m in the background, wondering when it will be my turn-”
You paused taking a deep breath as your eyes began to well up with tears 
“When it will be my turn to be loved, to love..to experience what it’s like to be happy with you, and I’ll never have that Lando, so just go!” 
Lando remained frozen, nothing coming out of his mouth which was enough for you to go upstairs and close yourself off in your room, figuring he would let himself out of your apartment and go home. Minutes later after hearing the door slam, you let yourself break apart, not caring if your neighbours heard the sound of your sobs.
Losing Lando for good, seemed better than settling for anything else. 
Everybody’s falling in love, everybody’s falling in love, oh..everybody’s falling in love but me…
Two months had passed since you’d had that argument, yet no matter what you did the ache never left, the hole remained where you once had him, only now it hurt more than before. What could be so wrong with someone that they’d never been given a chance at love, to feel that euphoric feeling lovers talked about. Truth be told it seemed like some sick joke to you, it wasn’t fair, even if you were being slightly dramatic, never having that kind of love began to affect someone as time went on. Leaving you feeling more insecure and even hesitant to imagine yourself with someone romantically, but let’s face it…you still weren’t over Lando in the slightest. 
It wasn’t until Friday night rolled along that you were making your way to the door of your home, fervent knocking could be heard on your door
“I’m coming, I’m coming!”
When you twisted the knob opening the oak door, you froze seeing Lando on the otherside, his cheeks a rosy pink as if he’d sprinted over, his eyes filled once again with the same emotion you couldn’t read the day you’d moved in with him, all those four years ago
“Lan what are you doing-”
“I love you too.”
His words flew out frantically, his hands wringing together
“Funny joke, see you later.”
“NO! Please…I-I just please let me in baby…”
Curse your heart for speeding up at the pet name, something that felt so familiar yet foreign to you. Despite the logical side of your brain telling you to close the door, you found yourself letting him inside, closing it behind him.
“Why are you here…”
Lando didn’t waste any time as he took your hands, holding them softly in his 
“I’m an idiot, and I only hope I’m not too late because I love you, so much and not in the way we used to say it as kids, god I love you with everything in me and all these years I’ve been so unfair to you, missing the signs, I should have known”
“What if it is too late?”
Hearing you speak up you watched his shoulders drop, maybe it was a bit mean to lie to him, but part of you wanted him to feel just a sliver of what you’ve been feeling for years
“Oh-um then just pretend I wasn’t here”
“Lando?”
You tightened your grip on his hands when he went to pull away
“Yeah?” 
“It’s not to late..”
Nothing was said between the two of you after you said this, your eyes meeting as you watched a certain light come back to his, knowing he hadn’t totally lost you. In this moment he did the one logical thing he thought of, pulling you to him and leaning down to kiss you, his hands moving to hold your face, like he was afraid you’d turn into dust and slip away from him. When you pulled away he kept your face in his hands, a little smile on your face 
“I love you Lan..”
He smiled leaning down to kiss you once more 
“I love you too baby…always will”
As you moved to rest your head on his chest you couldn’t help but feel your entire world shift, had this been the feeling you’d been searching for all your life? The love and the warmth you’d been deprived of for so long? Nowhere would feel like home more than Lando would now that you were in his arms, this was home.
“Lan?”
He hummed hearing your voice mumbled into his sweater, realizing this was where he was meant to be his whole life, and now that he had you, he would never let go, because a life without you, would be a life he would never, ever want to live again.
“Yeah?” 
A pause fell over the two of you before you hugged him just a bit tighter,
“Thank you for choosing me…”
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skz as the weeknd songs
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-> pairing : skz x fem!reader
-> words count : 4.2k words
-> genre : smut, angst, toxic relationships, friends with benefits, exes-to-lovers
-> warnings : use of 'slut', 'babygirl', 'whore', 'good girl', 'kitten' and 'pretty boy', dirty talk, teasing, masturbation, phone sex, daddy kink, creampie, swearing, spanking, fingering, unprotected sex, jealousy, possessivness, begging, pussy slap, semi-public, sex, rough sex, body worship, praise, oral (f. receiving), foot fetish, degradation
-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI
-> sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.
-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !
-> masterlist | skz masterlist | 1k event masterlist
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BANGCHAN - OFTEN
"baby, I can make that pussy rain, often"
→ The moment his phone rang, Chan knew what you were up to, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he picked up your call. You only called him at such a time for two things : when you were drunk and needed a ride home or when you were horny. Sometimes, it was both. But every and each time, he couldn’t say no.
“- Hi babygirl, how you doing ?”
A moan answered him, and Chan's smile widened, relaxing in his desk chair even more. He could listen to your noises for hours.
“- Please Channie… Please, I need you so bad, can’t cum alone…
- Poor thing, it doesn’t feel as good as my cock, huh ? 
- Shit- No… It’s not enough, need you please, daddy.”
As the last word left your mouth, Chan was already rock hard, putting on his shoes and grabbing his keys, gaze way more dark than a few minutes before.
“- Daddy’s gonna make you scream babygirl.”
And he did, that’s for sure.
"but I see your eyes, you wanna go again, girl I’ll go again." 
→ Chan let out a deep moan as he felt your cunt clenching hard around his cock, your whimpers and call of his name overpowering his own voice. Soon enough, he emptied inside of you, holding your hips in the hair as he thrusted sloppily in your pussy, riding his orgasm for as long as he could before laying on the bed beside you. 
“- You good babygirl ?”
You turned your head to look at him, cheeks stained with dried tears and eyes still full of lust, still laying on your stomach, you could feel his cum sliding down your inner thighs contrasting with the way he was softly caressing your sweaty back. 
“- Good… 
- I think you’re not telling me the truth here.
- I-I need more, please…”
A harsh slap landed on your ass, making you cry out his name once again. But soon enough, he was back between your legs, sliding his cock into your tight cunt one more time. Both of you moaned, still so sensitive it hurt, but it was what felt so good. 
“- You’re not going to walk tomorrow babygirl, I’m going to ruin you.”
And that, he did too. 
LEE MINHO - CALL OUT MY NAME
"I said I didn’t feel nothing baby, but I lied."
→ Minho knew from the second that your eyes crossed that you wanted him. It was obvious from the way you eyed him up and down, the way you were watching him dance with another girl while biting your lips. And as soon as he noticed your stare, that girl in his arms felt like nothing but a burden. But still, he didn’t show any sign that could make you understand that he was as attracted to you as you were to him, maybe even more. Even when he was fucking into you latter, it was as if he was bored. But when you got a text from him, asking to come to him almost a week later, you knew that he lied. 
“- You love playing so hard to get don’t you ?”
A smirk displayed on his lips as he plunged two of his fingers to the knuckle inside of your pretty pussy, loving to see you already struggling to talk properly. Unlike some girls, you didn’t annoy him, let him come back to you instead, and he loved the feeling of chasing you, of always needing to prove that he was the only one to fuck you like that, even if he knew he was. 
“- Fuck kitten, you looked so stunning tonight, just for me right ?”
You were already too fucked up to form any coherent words, let alone sentences, with your dress pushed past your waist and Minho keeping you pinned against the wall of the bathroom as he rammed into you. 
“- Answer or I’ll stop.”
And he did exactly that, waiting for you to stop whining and respond instead.
“- Yes, yes Min, it’s only for you, I’m only yours.
- Good girl, knows who you belong to.”
Possessiveness came along with being Minho’s favorite girl, but you weren’t complaining.
"so call out my name, when I kiss you so gently, I want you to stay."
→ It has to be one of his favorite things ever, to hear you moan his name. Everytime you cried it out, a smirk widened on his face and he became even more cocky, even more sure about the effect he had on you. And how could you deny it ? Everytime he looked at you, you felt on fire, as if lava was running down your veins. You weren’t the type to fold so easily, but with him, it was different. He made you weak in the knees, made you do things you never thought about doing before meeting him. 
“- Minho ! Minho, please !
- Come on kitten, I know you can do way better than that.”
His harsh slap on your pussy pushed another whimper past your lips, your hand gripping the sheets to stop you from unraveling completely under his heavenly thrusts. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do what he asked, too embarrassed about the boys hearing you, hiding your face in one of your arms as Minho cooed at you.
“- You’re getting shy now ? But kitten, do you think they don’t already know how much of a slut you are for me ? Be a good girl and say my name.”
A particularly rough trust had you screaming, unable to hold back your noises anymore. 
“- Min, Min, oh my god ! So good, so good… So big…”
Your mumbles were incoherent, your words were slurred and your mind went totally blank as your orgasm washed over you, Minho emptying inside of you soon after. You were both breathless, trying to regain some consciousness back. And even if you told yourself everytime that you should leave and not spend the night at his place, you always found yourself waking up in his embrace, and maybe that staying a little longer also came with being Minho’s favorite girl. 
SEO CHANGBIN - THE HILLS
"I only call you when it’s half-past five, the only time I’ll ever call you mine"
→ There had been a time where Changbin was the only person you could think about day and night. And then, everything got too complicated. You never really understood why, and neither did he : one day, he was so sure about wanting to spend the rest of his life with you, and the next, you were fighting like you didn’t love each other anymore. All he knew was that things ended up messily. But he couldn’t help and call you every time he thought about you, everytime he needed you. 
“- Fucking slut, coming right back everytime I call.”
The muffled moans you let out in response made Changbin smirk. He kept your head pressed in the pillow, pounding inside of you and not caring about making you feel good anymore, simply chasing his high. He didn’t want to hear you say his name. It was too intimate, it felt too close to his heart
“- No one else fucks you like this, only me.”
Another moan escaped your mouth, and your cunt squeezed around his cock, making him groan loudly. It was a shame that you were so annoying, because he could spend the rest of his life buried in your pussy. It was a shame, really. 
“- Please, please Binnie…”
He tried to ignore how his heart melted at hearing you say his nickname and pushed your head in his pillow again, getting even more rough with you, hiding how much effect you still had on him. And it was a shame that he wanted you back every time he had you in his arms for the night. 
"keep on tryna hide it but your friends know"
→ “- It’s him again ?”
You turned to look at your friend sipping her cocktail and shook your head, trying to deny the evidence. Everytime he left, you were back to crying in your bestie’s arms, and everytime he came back for a week or two, it was as if he didn’t ever did anything bad to you, or never broke you heart one or two or many times already. 
“- And what if it was ? It’s none of your business.”
Maybe that’s why you leave the club early, because you’re mad at her, or maybe it’s because Changbin asked you to come see him. Maybe that’s why you end up tangled in his sheets like every other time, riding him like you know he loves to. 
“- Bet everyone was looking at you, that dress is so stunning on you princess.”
You closed your eyes, unable to watch his flushed face anymore as he was complimenting you. So you did the only thing that seemed to work for the both of you : you fucked him harder, hoping that it would help you forget everything else that happened. And it was kind of working as he took one of your breasts in his hand, playing with your nipple and making you forget everything once again. 
“- Want you to come inside, want you to fill me up…”
And he did, emptying his load in your fluttering pussy, making you cry his name as you collapsed on top of him. You could feel his hot breath against your neck, and his fingers grazing your scalp. Just like before. Just like when everything was alright. 
“- Stay tonight ?”
You simply nobbed, but Changbin knew that it meant way more than that, and you knew it too, and your best friend probably knew it too, but you hoped that you would not cry in her arms about your ex anymore if he did become your boyfriend again. 
HWANG HYUNJIN - AFTER HOURS
"I know I made you fall then said you were wrong for me."
→ If Hyunjin had to name the thing that scared him the most, it would be love. Yes, he was a hopeless romantic. Yes, he wanted to find his soulmate more than anything. But how could he be so sure that this girl was the one and that he wasn’t missing out on his true love ? How could he be so sure that you were the love of his life ? So even if he was madly obsessed with you, even if you were his muse, he had to let you go. 
“- Jinnie… Oh fuck ! Please don’t stop !”
Your moans only encouraged the man between your thighs to suck on your clit harder, holding your legs open for him to dive even deeper in your pussy. He wanted to make you feel good one last time, wanted to taste you one last time. 
“- Come on angel, want you to cream all over my face…”
You didn’t need more than that to reach your climax, tugging on his hair when it felt too much. As you tried to control your breath, you were waiting for Hyunjin to smile down at you and kiss you, like he did everytime. But nothing came. You opened your eyes again, seeing the door of the bathroom open, and him inside, washing his face. Your heart clenched in your chest, but you understood. It was his way of saying that it was over. You knew it was coming : Hyunjin jad grown more and more distant these days, you should have seen it before. 
“- You’re an asshole.”
The door slammed behind you, and Hyunjin could only agree with you : he was an asshole.
"oh baby, where are you now when I need you most ?"
→ “- Oh ! So, now, you’re asking me to come back after leaving like I was worth nothing ? You’ll have to beg me a little more than that Hyunjin.”
He didn’t know if it was a sick little game or if you were serious, but he got down on his knees anyway. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t already. He looked up at you, waiting for your next command. Because in the end, he was entirely yours, everything he had was yours, everything he was was yours. 
“- I’m so sorry Y/N, I really am… All I wanted was to make you happy, and I felt like I wasn't doing a good job, but I was wrong, and I miss you so much. Fuck, I need you, I need you, please…”
One of the benefits of being with Hyunjin was that he had never been ashamed of what he liked. So the moment you pressed your high heels against the bulge in his pants, you knew that you'd get a reaction, the one you wanted. And accordingly, he moaned loudly, his fingers wrapped around your ankle in hopes it would urge you to move and grant him the friction he desperately needed to get off. 
“- Please, please angel… I swear, I’m so sorry… Please, I need you…”
You knew that you were going to cave in, but it felt so good to be back in his arms, you couldn’t help it.
“- Just apologizing to get in my pants, as usual. Beg some more.”
And Hyunjin obeyed, aware that it was partially true, but that there were some more feelings that would have to wait for after you made him cum in his pants.
HAN JISUNG - EARNED IT
"so I love when you call unexpected, ‘cause I hate when the moment’s expected."
→ It all started on an impulse, looking into each other's eyes and then you were suddenly making out like it was the last time you’ll get the chance to kiss anyone. And then, it was crossing paths at a party and ending up grinding against each other in a hallway. And then, it was him coming up to your apartment and fucking against the wall just because he wanted to. Everything was passionate, intense, unanticipated, and it felt too good to stop. 
“- And he kept on interrupting me ! I can’t stand that jerk anymore ! I’m gonna ki-”
Jisung lips on yours straddled you, but quickly, you caved in and let him come on top of you, his tongue playing with yours. 
“- Sorry baby, you’re so sexy when you’re mad…”
You shook your head and tugged on his hair to guide him back to your mouth instead. Jisung had never hidden anything from you, telling you everything he was thinking of at the moment, and that included the many fantasies he had. 
“- Now that’s new… You like it when I’m mad ? Like it when it’s you I’m mad at ?”
He nobbed immediately, ready to do everything in his power to convince you of trying out that.
“- Words little slut. Or are you too dumb to talk ?
- No, no ! I want it, I want you to be mad at me, please…”
The smirk on your face widened, sensing that you would enjoy this new discovery just as much as him.
"‘cause girl you’re perfect, you’re always worth it, and you deserve it."
→ Usually, Jisung loved it when you took complete control of him, loved to give you everything you wanted, loved it when you were rough with him. But tonight, you were too tired to do that, only needing to be taken care of for once. And ask Jisung and you shall receive it in seconds. He pushed you on the bed, undressing your body and getting his lips and hands everywhere at once, worshiping you and mumbling about how pretty you were.
“- Tell me what you want me to do, I just want to make you feel good, it’s all about you tonight.”
So when you answered nothing and pushed his head down between your thighs instead, he simply complied, eating you out nice and slow, making you tremble under him two times before he came up to kiss you again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. And when Jisung fucked you that night, it was almost too slow, but felt too good to stop, making you orgasm as many times as you wanted.
“- Come on baby, give me another one, you deserve it, you’re so good to me all the time…”
You unraveled once again under his words, exhausted but satisfied and with your needs fulfilled. 
"I always want you when I’m coming down."
LEE FELIX - COMING DOWN
→ Whenever Felix was on stage, he had such a rush of adrenaline that didn’t go away immediately after. He always had energy to spare, and his favorite way to do that was to meet up with you. He was always ditching the after parties under the excuse that he was too tired and preferred to go back to the dorms now. The truth was that he needed you, wanted to ruin you. You were always waiting for him in your bed, a new lingerie set complimenting your body every time. 
“- I choose one to match with your outfit.”
Your supposedly innocent smile made him lose his mind everytime, not bothering to undress you fully before he slid his cock into your already wet pussy, keeping your wrists together in one hand, the other maintaining your hips pinned to the mattress as he rutted into you at a fast pace. His deep moans were echoing in your silent room, except for the squelching noises of your cunt everytime he thrusted into you. 
“- You’re always so good to me angel, letting me use your pretty pussy whenever I want… 
- Love it Lixie !
- Is that so ?”
His little smirk was so hot, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you creamed all over his cock, begging him to shoot his load deep inside you. You were definitely the best way to drown the adrenaline. 
"pick up your phone, I’m all alone." 
→ Being on tour was always both a blessing and a torture for Felix. Of course, he loved to be on stage so much, loved to interact with stays and everything that it included. But at the same time, that meant being away from you. Firstly, he missed you because you were the love of his life, and secondly, it was a struggle to cum without you touching him. 
“- Angel… I need you, please…”
When you picked up his call at two in the morning, you didn’t expect Felix to be moaning loudly for you to help him out. But you couldn’t lie to yourself : it was hot. How could you have said no to him ? That’s why you ended up getting off in the middle of the night, ordering your boyfriend on how to jerk himself. 
“- Feels good Lixie ?
- S-So good, but it’s better when it’s your hands. 
- Imagine it’s me, touch yourself just like I do.”
Another moan of your name escaped him and he felt himself cumming when you told him you were close too. As soon as the call ended, Felix sent you a picture of his abs covered in a huge load of cum, making you salivate and be even more impatient for him to be back home. 
KIM SEUNGMIN - WICKED GAMES
"just tell me you love me even though you don’t love me."
→ There was certainly something wrong with Seungmin for enjoying fucking the girl he hated with his whole heart so much. From the first glance, he knew that he wasn’t going to get along with you. Even if you were one of Jeongin’s closest friends, he couldn’t help himself but disagree with everything you were saying and doing. After all, it was not his fault if you were always wrong and he was always right. 
“- Fucking slut, so dumb you can’t even answer huh ?”
You wanted to, you really wanted to say something back to him, but his cock gliding deliciously against your walls felt too good, felt so good a whimper left your lips instead of words. 
“- That’s what I thought.”
Seungmin pushed your head into his pillow, muffling your cries and holding your hips up against his, buried deep inside of your tight pussy. 
“- You love to put on an attitude with me but all it takes is for you to see my cock to shut the fuck up.”
You wanted to deny it, wanted to remind him that he was always the first one to initiate anything that happened between the two of you. But all you could do was clench around him everytime he degraded you, and the worst part of it was that you knew he kinda meant it, and that it made you even more wet. 
“- That’s it, take it like the whore you are.”
He was so deep inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix and you didn’t need anything more than that to reach your climax, tears streaming down your face. But you knew that he wasn’t done with you, and you loved it as much as you hated it - how weak you were for him. 
"these fucking eyes I’m staring at, let me see that ass."
→ You were doing it on purpose, there was no other way. Of course you had to chose this fucking dress for Jeongin’s birthday party, and of course, you had not spared him a glance except for when you arrived, hours before. It was slowly driving Seungmin crazy, how you were flirting with Minho shamelessly. And why was he so mad anyway ? It was not like you were his girlfriend or anything. But that dress, you perfectly knew it was his favorite one even if he never said it. 
“- You’ll never learn your lesson, huh ? Do I have to remind you again ?”
Before you knew it, Seungmin had shoved you away from Minho and face first into the wall of an empty hallway, pressing his clothed hard-on against your ass that was hugged just right by the material of your dress. And suddenly, he couldn’t resist the urge of slapping your cheeks one, two or three times, not caring about someone hearing your whimpers of his name. 
“- That’s it, let Minho hear who you belong to.”
Soon enough, he pushed your panties aside and slipped in your soaked cunt, both of you not able to keep your noises down anymore. You couldn't believe he had the nerves to be mad about you for flirting with another man, but it was also stroking your ego. 
“- Only I can fuck you this good, understood ? Your pussy is mine baby.”
Seungmin knew that he shouldn’t do that, that he shouldn’t say that, but it felt too good to stop now. He will keep on claiming that he hates you though, but behind closed doors, both of you knew that he'll do anything for another taste of your cunt.  
YANG JEONGIN - LOST IN THE FIRE
"I wanna fuck you slow with the lights on." 
→ When Jeongin talked to you about not being able to see many girls because of his job, he never thought that you would offer your help, but was he complaining ? No. Not at all. You were all he could have dreamt of : you were pliant when he wanted you to, you were down to take control and make him cry when he needed you to. And you loved to experiment just as much as him. He had told you one time how much it aroused him to think about being woken up with sex, but he clearly didn’t expect you to actually do it one day.
“- F-Fuck ! This is the best morning of my life…”
Your chuckles were quickly knocked off your throat, a whine escaping you instead as you kept on riding Jeongin. His hands came to your waist, not doing anything other than feeling up your body. There was no rush, only a slow, slow pace that felt not enough but too much at the same time. 
“- You were so good to me last night, wanted to do something for you Innie.”
The boy threw his head back, moaning a little louder. He spent the said last night between your legs, pushing you over the edge as much time as you wanted to and satisfied with grinding against the sheets. And it was totally worth it if that was his reward. 
“- Oh my god ! Y/N… I’m gonna cum… 
- Go on, fill me up pretty boy.”
Yes, definitely worth it. 
"I can’t lose you babe."
→ Feeling someone slip through your fingers was really not fun, and Jeongin felt his heart sink down his throat as he witnessed you making out with Chan. He knew it was only for this stupid game of truth and dare, knew that it was only for shit and giggles. But what if it wasn’t ? What if you realized you needed more than him ? What if you noticed that he wasn’t good enough for you ? That night, even if the guys where all home, he fucked you rough, and made you cry his name so loudly that it was impossible for them not to hear you. 
“- My throat is so fucking sore…”
Jeongin felt guilty immediately after, cleaning you up really carefully and bringing you a hot cup of milk mixed up with some honey to ease your strained voice. During the whole process, he wouldn’t look too long into your eyes, afraid of what he’ll see in them. 
“- Why are you acting like that, Jeongin ?”
He shrugged his shoulders but kept you as close to him as possible that night. He wasn’t ready to lose you, not at all. But by the way you were always looking at him like had casted a spell on you, he should’ve guessed. He ignited a fire in you that only he could tame. But it was only a question of time before he’ll realize that the same flames were devouring his heart and yours.
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