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floswife · 4 months

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SORE LOSER - T.N X READER

Pairing: Theodore Nott x reader

Summary: Theodore and Y/n learn how to better focus their hate for each other

Warnings: SMUT, oral, dubcon..?

Author’s notes: this is my first time writing smut so I honestly apologise for how inevitably bad this will be 💀

Y/n didn’t know what it was about seeing the anger flash before Theo’s eyes when she’d taunt him, but it honestly was her main motivation when competing against him.

Like now in this quidditch match as she threw the quaffle threw the goal hoops once more, she had to turn to look at Theo for a split second just for the sake of rubbing salt into the wound. She would like to lie and say she was ashamed of her pettiness but what’s the point in that?

She had been out to get him ever since he made her cauldron explode in potions, which prompted Snape to hate her even more than he usually did with Gryffindors. Which was quite a feat, she wasn’t on a Harry Potter level of hatred but on the other hand Snape didn’t have a perpetual hard on for her mother either so that probably helped her too.

In hindsight it was a petty reason to name someone your sworn enemy, but his smug smile when he saw her turn to glare at him was enough to set her eleven year old brain off. Plus she just really liked being a hater for no reason.

After successfully winning the game she went over to Theo who was leaning against the wall, looking like a kicked puppy, she couldn’t lie, seeing him like that really did numbers on her but she wasn’t about to let that get in the way of her favourite thing to do with Theo, gloat.

“How does it feel to lose yet again, Nott?” She called out cheerily, the broad grin he loved hated so much painted across her face.

He groaned in annoyance at the sound of her voice, “leave me alone, l/n, I’m not in the mood.”

He had always been a sore loser, she laughed in amusement “or what? I’m sorry but the last I checked you don’t get to tell me what to do.”

Theo glared at her as she stood in front of him, both of them still in their quidditch uniforms, he towered over her but she did well to push that thought to the back of her mind as she had been doing ever since he annoyingly hit a growth spurt in third year. She remembered how ranted about it to her friends later on, pretending to ignore her friends knowing smirks as she’d feel a rosy blush rise to her cheeks every time she had to crane her neck to meet his cold gaze.

“Why do you always have to be such a brat?” He sneered at the girl.

“Oh I’m the brat? I’m not the one sulking like a child because I lost a match.” Y/n’s continuous retorts just made him snap.

He grabbed her wrist and yanked her to follow after him, practically dragging her, and took her under the quidditch stands.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She rubbed her wrist in annoyance at his harsh grip.

“I’m gonna teach you how to shut up.” He pushed her down to her knees and she looked up at him in shock, she looked forward and saw the prominent tent in his trousers, “now be a good girl and listen to me for once.” His voice was slightly whiny as he said that, like he was begging her.

Y/n gulped, really beginning to question her morals, but all her internal monologue silenced when he unzipped his trousers and freed his member from its constraints with a throaty groan, wetness pooled between her legs at the sound and just the sight of his pretty cock. Merlin he was big.

He rubbed the tip along her lips, the salty taste of his precum invaded her tastebuds.

“Open your mouth and put that mouth to good use.” He demanded, she did as she was told and tentatively kitten licked the tip, he threw his head back in satisfaction and let out a whimper? She then wrapped her mouth around his tip and sucked.

He moaned her name out even louder, making her moan around his cock at the sound, she took as much of him down her throat as possible, she gagged when he hit the back of her throat but she powered through, bobbing her head up and down and using her hand to pump at the parts of his shaft that couldn’t fit in her mouth.

“Fuck! Just like that. Taking me so well.”

He was groaning loudly, and she suddenly gained awareness that they weren’t exactly in the most private of places, she tried to pull away to tell him to shut up but he just wrapped a hand in her hair and pushed her back down, he began thrusting his hips and fucked her mouth, tears ran down her cheeks and saliva dribbled out the corners of her mouth as he used her as he pleased. The thought of how blatantly he was using her as just an object couldn’t help but arouse her.

“Being such a good girl for me.”

He held her head down on his cock and she struggled to breath, he twitched before releasing down her throat, he pulled out and tapped her cheek, “swallow.”

He tucked himself away and she got up and stuck out her tongue to show him she swallowed.

He now smirked, “it wasn’t that hard to listen now was it?”

Y/n was still in a haze as she tried to compose herself and have the decency to at least pretend to be embarrassed and tried to pull away but he firmly placed his hands on her hips and pulled her right back against him again, “Shut up, Nott.”

He raised his brows teasingly and she couldn’t help but grow frustrated at how he had switched the tables on her so quickly when she was so clearly set up for a win.

“That’s not how someone who just had my cock down my throat should be speaking, now is it?” His voice was mocking, condescending.

She get that familiar heat pool between her thighs once more and she remained speechless, he smirked.

“Such a shame, you were gonna get a reward for being such a good girl.”

She tried to gain her composure as she scoffed, “like I’d want it.” She really did want it

He leaned in, that stupid lazy smirk on his lips again, “so you’re not soaked right now?”

Her eyes widened and he then inched his hand from her hip to under her waistband, as soon as his fingers touched her wetness that had completely soaked through her panties she moaned lightly, her eyes rolling back at the contact she was yearning this whole time.

“Theo!” She gasped.

He pulled his fingers away just as quickly as it came he pulled his finger and he brought it to his lips to suck her juices clean from it and he hummed, “so sweet.. on second thought, let’s continue this tonight, room of requirements?”

“What-“

And just like that he left her there, needy for his touch.

She really did hate him.

But he was so hot.

Looks like she had plans for the night.

Part two?

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auspicioustidings · 7 months

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I love your work! May I please request ghost finding a captured civilian in an enemy base and taking her for himself?

Ah little posessive freak Ghost my beloved <3 I didn't know if you were looking for fluff or twisted Simon so I've leant towards the latter!

CW: Attempted rape (non-graphic), kidnapping

They had been warned there were going to be civillians in the building, but it wasn't the first time Ghost had to work around hostages to get the job done. It was an understanding on the team that whereever possible it wasn't going to be the huge fucker in the skull mask who dealt with that side of things. If they knew where hostages were being kept, that's where they sent Gaz or Johnny or even Price to settle them and get them out. Not the Ghost.

And that was working smoothly once again. Gaz had radioed in saying he found where they were being kept, had taken out their guards and would wait for the all clear for an exit route for the handful of doubtless terrified little civilians looking at him like he was the second coming for saving them.

They were all accounted for and that always made Ghost feel some tension bleed away. The last thing he needed to be worrying about was hostage situations.

The rest of the mission was easy enough, taking out any enemies and finding the saferoom to snoop around in for intel. It was laughably easy to get into. Saferooms only really worked if the person who knew the code didn't spill it at the first little twist of an arm, the press of a knife against their throat. They only worked if they were used. But obviously playing at warlord the man was arrogant, thought he could easily take on whoever came at him. Idiot. The moment he had the code, Ghost had no more use for him until he could get him somewhere for a proper interrogation, so he was smacked in the skull with a pistol and out cold. His fingerprints and eye scanner worked just fine even with him unconcious and the code he had given beeped with a green light and the click of a lock.

It was a damn good thing that you assumed it was your captor coming in and so were aiming the cast iron at where his face would be. Instead it smacked into the tactical vest of a much taller man. You hissed and spat and fought like a feral cat when the man immediately reacted by grabbing your wrist and twisting so you cried out and dropped the pan. There went your weapon, there wasn't much else to use in this little safe room but for the small implements in the kitchen and you hadn't felt confident with a knife. A blunt object with a larger surface area had felt like a better bet.

"Don't fucking touch me! I'll claw your fucking eyes out!" you spat out at what you were sure was a bloody monster.

You had been a victim of wrong place wrong time about 12 hours prior. You had broken down on a stretch of road that barely got any use and had fuck all phone signal to get help, so were at the mercy of someone passing by. Just your luck the someone passing by was some slimy asshole with a compound nearby he thought to drag you to. He had found out quickly he wasn't getting his hands on you without a fight. You were a bit of a mess, shirt torn and what you suspected was a cracked orbital bone from where he had punched you after you bit his tongue. You wished you had bit fucking harder.

The only thing that had saved you in the end was the alarm going off. The man had thrown you into the safe room, telling you that once he had dealt with whoever dared break into his base he was going to fuck you bloody. You'd kill him before he got the chance. You'd fucking kill him before all this adrenaline fuelled fight turned into fear and had you accepting your fate.

The monster in the skull mask didn't have the laugh of a monster. It was gruff but there was something very genuine about it. He had his hands on both of your wrists, locking them so you couldn't scratch at him with yout body pulled right into him so you couldn't kick either. Your wrists were pinned at your chin so you couldn't even bite at him. Didn't much stop you from fighting, trying to just drop all of your weight to get him off balance. The added weight did not phase him in the slightest.

"Settle sweetheart, I'm the good guy."

"Do good guys often wear skull masks?!" you hissed back, still struggling to no avail.

He manouvered so that you could see out of the doorway and to the passed out man on the floor.

"They do when they're going after bad guys."

It was like all the adrenaline had finally burned off at right that moment and you felt yourself go boneless in his hold, fight gone. You had a sick moment of being disappointed that you could see that the man was still breathing.

"We sure all the civilians are accounted for?"

You felt a little dazed as you squinted back at him before realising he must have been speaking on the radio. Whatever he heard back must have been interesting because he looked at you, considering, before twisted the little dial to another channel.

"Got a stray, let's keep it out of the reports."

Simon knew that the 141 would back him up. After all, him and the Seargants had always admired the relationship between Price and his wife even if when they first met she kept trying to murder him. She had grown out of it after a few years.

And Simon had never felt like this before. He thought you truly would have killed him if you had been able when he opened the door. It was love at first murder attempt for him.

He cooed at you and comforted you the whole way through exfil. It wasn't until you realised that you couldn't leave that it really started getting fun.

#mhairidrabbles #cod #fanfic #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #the two things that you can blame bo for are Johnny always winding up puppy coded and the 141 just abducting partners #also the idea that Price is going to be the one coaching Ghost through this whole abduction and seduction act #mhairidrabblescodkidnappers

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adonis-koo · 1 year

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sweet nothing • 4

(in which he has never been grocery shopping before)

↳ Description: being a guest at the Jeon Estate after a mishap of being kidnapped and dragged into your brothers affairs isn’t all that bad. Truth be told it brings you a lot closer to the mobster and owner of the estate Jeon Jungkook himself.

His two rules are simple, don’t cause trouble and don’t give him a hard time. Somehow you manage to constantly do both in the most endearing way despite being pregnant and waddling around most of the time.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/reader, ???/reader

↳ Genre: slice of life AU, mafia!AU, pregnancy, there’s like…a little bit of a plot but not a lot, future smut? maybe? it's very domestic!

Word Count: 2.5k

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Note: for all my slice of life girlies!!! Here’s a lil treat 🫶 I’ve been having brain rot for sweet nothing the last couple of days so enjoy!!

When Jungkook had said he would take you anywhere, he meant it. Whether it was a two hour roadtrip or a two week trip to Morocco, he’d do anything and take you anywhere to make up for his absence the last week.

You had thought long and hard on it and when the time came to decide on your first weekly outing, Jungkook was truly prepared to take extra time off, just for you.

What he hadn’t expected was this.

“Y/n, remember when I said we could go anywhere?” Jungkook asked, trying to keep his sniffle quiet as he fixed his face mask and then adjusted the black ball cap he wore.

“Hm? Yeah?” You replied, beaming as you held your swollen tummy in excitement.

“I meant anywhere in the world. Not the grocery store.”

You glanced up at him, a shy smile on your face, “I know, but I’ve been wanting to cook for myself the last few days but you don’t have anything in the second kitchen. And staff won’t let me in the first.”

Jungkook frowned though you couldn’t see it, “Is the cooking not to your standard?”

“Oh no! The cooking is fine,” You smiled somewhat nervously, already noticing the look in his eyes which said he was close to whipping his phone out and firing people on the spot, “I just miss cooking for myself. Gourmet food is amazing, but nothing beats home cooking! I thought we could browse around and get some ingredients for a few dishes.”

Jungkook shrugged, “It’s your outing choice not mine. Let’s go.”

He opened the door to the small local grocery store, the bells jingling as he let you walk in first, the ladies at the registers greeting you both as you grabbed a grocery basket.

You browsed through the isles, admittedly curious to see what goods they sold, you had never come in before but had found it online after doing some looking because if Jungkook was coming with you, it would be best to try and be discreet, he was a CEO after all.

Granted he didn’t look discreet himself, even in casual clothes he was still in all black, black jeans, black leather jacket, black cap, black mask.

Oh and the gold Rolex on his wrist.

You briefly glanced at the shiny metal before looking back at the produce. Jungkook was practically glued to your back, leering over you with each product you picked up, looking as if he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“That’s ridiculously cheap.” He commented as you set the salad dressing back on the shelf.

You twisted around in surprise, “That’s eight dollars! That’s not cheap at all.”

Jungkook cocked his head to the side as if trying to figure out whether you were serious or not. This made you sigh as you felt a small kick in your stomach hand automatically grabbing the spot as you corrected yourself, “It’s not cheap for anyone who isn’t a millionaire.”

“Multi-millionaire.” Jungkook corrected as he reached back over, tossing it into the basket.

“Jungkook-”

“Not a word.” He replied, looking down at you chastising, “In fact.”

“Jungkook!”

“Give me that,” Jungkook grabbed the grocery basket from you, it was empty aside from the salad dressing that rolled about in it, “You’re pregnant you shouldn’t be carrying it anyways.”

“I can still carry things!” You replied indignantly, crossing your arms above your stomach.

“Yeah but should you?” Jungkook replied but cut you off before you could even try to reply, “Yeah I didn’t think so, moving on.” He pressed his hand into your back, giving you a gentle push to move forward.

Briefly in the peripheral of your eyes you could see an elderly couple giggle at your squabbling. You could feel the tips of your ears begin to burn as you without putting up a further fight, continued on, you didn’t want to make people think you and Jungkook were…

Your thought wasn’t continued at the sight ahead, instead a delight noise escaped you as you clasped your hands together, “Ah! Look at these, aren’t they just darling!” You sped over to the small clothing section but what had caught your eye was of course the baby clothes.

There was various sizing but newborn was what your eyes honed in on, little bright colored onesies, the smallest coats with little bear ears! And the socks! They were so tiny.

Just all of the clothing had you grabbing your bump in excitement as you dug through them.

Jungkook only sighed as he leaned against the metal rack, basket still in hand as he asked, “Is it a boy or a girl?”

“I don’t know,” You confessed with a shy smile, “I want it to be a surprise. I’d be happy with either. I don’t have much for the baby to be honest with you…” Your smile faltered a little, “I have a few sets of onesies that I’ve gathered throughout my pregnancy but I’ve been trying to keep them in gender neutral colors.”

You tried to not linger on the words that accidentally slipped out of you about not having much for the baby, but it was the truth. You absolutely hated going to baby showers before, always feeling awkward and a bit bored most of the time, and not really understanding the purpose of it.

Now being pregnant yourself you realized it was about chipping in and helping the new mom out on expenses, just about everything was insanely expensive.

Especially when the baby would be grown out of many of these garments in just a few months.

So the simple fix was, just have a baby shower.

The problem was, embarrassingly enough, you didn’t have any close family left aside from your brother, could you even count him anymore? The few people you knew were your coworkers, they were kind people, going out of their way to give you an informal baby shower which included a small set of gifts when you came in to open one day and a small set of cupcakes for everyone.

It was such a kind gesture it had brought you to tears, but it still didn’t fill that void inside you that in the end, you truly didn’t have anyone to come back to at home.

“What do you have for the baby?” Jungkook asked casually, looking as if his cuticles were more interesting than the conversation at hand.

You knew better than to believe his nonchalant attitude though, “Enough.”

“But how much,” Jungkook repeated, shifting his eyes from his hand to you revealing that he was very much invested in this conversation, no matter how cool he was trying to play it, “You’re staying with me until this whole ordeal with your brother is solved, remember? Which could be months.”

You sighed in irritation, grabbing hold of your stomach as you shifted your weight, “I’d hope not months, if it can be helped.”

This made Jungkook sigh in exasperation as well, “Of course, but again, it’s better to be prepared then not. I could buy this entire store in a second if I wanted, you think infant clothes are gonna break my bank?”

“That’s not the point Jungkook!” You frowned, not happy at all with how this conversation was going, “I’m sure you’ll find Wonho soon enough, can we please go check out my back is starting to hurt.”

You weren’t lying by any means, anytime you stood for more than a few hours at a time your back would start to dully ache these days.

Jungkook tucked his tongue against his cheek, looking as if he definitely had more to say but relented as he gestured you to forward first, huffing you kept your hands on your bump as you walked past him.

After checking out Jungkook was determined to carry your grocery bags for you all the way to his car, a custom made Viper with LED’s on the inside, it felt a bit ridiculous to ride in honestly, but seeing his satisfied tap of his fingers against the wheel told you that as long as he was happy, so were you.

The last stop of your short trip was the one you were looking forward to.

“This is a horrible idea.” Jungkook commented, his voice sounding a bit raspier as you turned to him in suspicion, “What…?”

“Are you okay?” You asked, turning your head to the side in question.

“I’m fine.” Jungkook waved a hand, his voice still a bit scratchy though, nothing a good cup of tea couldn’t fix though, and luckily Serendipity Bakery could help with that. Otherwise known as your old work place!

Walking in you made eye contact with the cashier you blinked as if trying to figure out whether you were a ghost or not, “Y/n!?”

“Eunwoo!” You cheered with a bright grin, he was the owner’s son of the shop but he had been training in every position while learning the trade of the business in hopes of one day taking over the shop for his father.

He rounded the counter sweeping you into a hug, careful of your stomach though before he held your shoulders tenderly, “I was so concerned when you sent in that text about going on maternity leave early! I’ve been trying to contact you since, you’ve had me worried to death! Is the baby okay?”

You were so surprised by the amount of questions that it took you a moment to process before you glanced down at his hands, sliding from your shoulders to your stomach.

“I’m okay…” You admitted, a bit shy at his attention, Eunwoo was…you weren’t sure what you two were to one another, other than perhaps a missed opportunity had you not been pregnant, in your first trimester when you had started working here, “Just been busy.”

“But the baby…”

“Is fine.”

The deep voice of Jungkook cut into the conversation making you remember he was indeed still here, he looked like a black rain cloud, suddenly looming right behind you and his eyes had twisted into a death glare, except it wasn’t aimed on you, moreso on Eunwoo’s hands, which were still on your stomach.

“Oh…?” Eunwoo’s hands reluctantly dropped as he frowned, “And you are…?”

“Jungkook,” He replied with a clipped tone, “her caretaker.”

“He mean’s roommate.” You curved a brow at him, caretaker? Seriously? “I moved into a new home! Jungkook is my roommate, he’s been helping me settle in and get ready for the baby. Right…?”

Jungkook said nothing, despite wearing a black face mask it wasn’t difficult to tell his expression beneath was unfriendly, you had seen many sides of Jungkook but this one wasn’t one you were most familiar with, he had flashed expressions like this at men who would attempt to talk to you at the Red Light before you had gotten pregnant.

But this was Eunwoo, not just some guy.

“I see…” Eunwoo frowned, glancing at Jungkook, “Well, it’s nice to meet you Jungkook, I’m Eunwoo, Y/n’s co-worker and friend, I hope you’ve been taking good care of her, she deserves only the best.”

“Eunwoo...” You felt a bit flustered at the sudden tension between both men, uncertain of how to translate this, you never had any intimate relationship with either of them aside from a certain unspoken attraction that you had at some point just assumed was you being stupid and it was only one sided.

At least in terms of Jungkook…You tried not to think about those days anymore, after all you never truly knew Jungkook back then, other then you were girlishly flattered at the attention he would sometimes give you.

You were too embarrassed to even think about it these days, the amount of times you’d stay up late into the night imagining a glimpse of a life that would never happen with him.

Eunwoo however...was a very different story, he had a boyish charm about him, the boy next door type of feeling, he had always been sweet to you, even after knowing you were pregnant he looked at you no different, and he was the reason you even had a small baby shower to begin with.

You could’ve had something with him, but the only person stopping you was yourself.

Partly because you didn’t want him involved in all of this, but there was also something else you hadn’t quite figured out yet.

“Luckily for her I only provide the best,” Jungkook replied, a little haughty, as if he was ruffled at the insinuation at not being able to take care of you, his glare didn’t let up, “You gonna take our order or what?”

You could tell Eunwoo didn’t appreciate his tone, but he forced a smile as he replied, “Anything for you Y/n, what’s on the craving menu today?” He rounded the counter as he rested his elbows on the surface.

You gave a soft smile, trying to ignore Jungkook practically towering over your shoulder, now acting as if he was a force field making sure you stayed a good distance from Eunwoo, “Honestly a London Fog and a blueberry scone sounds amazing! What about you Jungkook?”

“Coffee, black.” Jungkook replied deadpan.

“Alright,” Eunwoo nodded, “It’s on the house.”

“What? No, no we can pay!” You frowned as Eunwoo chuckled, a pretty smile on his lips as he shook his head, making his freshly dyed blonde hair brush over his eyebrows.

“Nope, too late, order’s been voided, i’ll be back with your stuff in a moment.” Eunwoo winked at you as he disappeared into the back.

“He’s your coworker?”

You twisted around, your frown turning into a pout, “Not for long with the way you were glaring.”

“I wasn’t glaring.” Jungkook replied, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Before you could pursue the conversation Eunwoo returned with your drinks and food, both in to go cups and a small pastry bag, “Here you are.”

“Thank you Eunwoo!” You grinned as you reached for your drink.

But before you could grab it Eunwoo softly grabbed your hand, “Anything for you Y/n, seriously, text me, I know you’re on maternity leave but if you want to hang out let me know! We can go out sometime.”

“Let’s go.” Jungkook’s voice was a tad deeper than normal, his eyes back into a glare as he reached over your hand grabbing both drinks, somehow managing to hold both in one hand before pressing another against your back firmly to turn you around.

It happened so fast you could hardly process it as you waved goodbye to Eunwoo.

“What was that about?” You asked bewildered by his action as you exited the shop.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jungkook replied, his eyes staying forward as you huffed, curving a brow as took your drink from his hand, taking a sip of it as you decided to not pursue this conversation though it was very tempting.

Being so focused on how childish he was acting you didn’t even notice how his hand still stayed against your back all the way until you returned to the car, Jungkook making the point to even open the door for you as you sat back down with a groan, your back aching once more with the need to rest.

“Anywhere else you wanna go?” Jungkook asked as he slid into the drivers side.

You shook your head, “Nah, I just wanna go home.”

You couldn’t see it beneath his mask, but the tiniest smile tugged on Jungkook’s lips at your words, “Then home it is.”

#bts #bts jungkook #Jungkook #Jeon Jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #Jungkook x you #mafia!jungkook #bts jungkook x reader #bts au #bts mafia #jungkook smut #jungkook imagine

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maxillness · 26 days

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Shape Of You || LS18 x reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, strangers fucking, alcohol consumption, orgasm denial, no (female) foreplay, no aftercare, sub!lance

Wordcount: 1.3k

I’ve written two Lance fics, and they’re both about him fucking a stranger he met in a bar

Tag list: @e-nonsense @babyprofessorsharkpalace

It had been a good race for Lance, not perfect, he didn’t get podium, but it was better than usual

“Who wants to go to a club, get drunk and get laid?” Lewis asked with a smile on his lips

All agreed to go, but only the people who were single agreed on the latter

“Lance?” Fernando asked, turning his head towards the younger “Wanna go?”

“Thank you, but I prefer bars” He said, sinking further into the chair

“That’s fine. I bet we can find a bar somewhere, if that find everyone else?” He said, turning to the group

They all agreed, which beamed something in Lance. He didn’t actually think they would agree to go to a bar instead of a club

It was all the drivers that were attending, so they filled up quite the tables. It bothered them that they couldn’t all talk in one conversation, but they managed

An hour into the night, Lance had spotted the most draw dropping, gorgeous woman walking into the bar

His mates around the table had noticed this, of course. They encouraged him to go talk to her, but he cut them off by giving them shots and drawing the conversation to talk about something else

But he couldn’t take his eyes off of her

About an hour later, and she slowly walked towards the table “Wanna dance, pretty boy?” She asked towards Lance

His cheeks heated up once he realised she was talking to him. He felt a kick to his shin when he didn’t answer

“Sure” He said, stuttering slightly. He yelped slightly when she grabbed his hand the moment he stood up

The moment they hid the dance floor, she started grinding against him, obviously drunk. But he was too drunk himself to care

His hands went to her waist, too flustered to do think straight

She eventually turned around, supporting herself on his biceps. They stood so close they could feel each others breaths

“What’s your name, pretty boy?” Her hands traveled up to tangled in the hair at his nape

“Lance” His voice were barely audible over the sound of the music

“Lance… Pretty name for a pretty boy” He was too fucking flustered to answer

She stepped closer, even if it wasn’t possible, pulling his head toward her, lips almost grazing each other

“You can tell me to stop” Her voice was soft, telling him it was okay to say no. He didn’t want that

One of his hands went to the back of her head, pushing her forward, smashing their lips together

Everything seemed to had stopped around them. All they both focused on was the feeling of their lips on each other so perfectly

“My hotel’s is close…” He said, not finishing the sentence he planned on

“Good, ‘cause my house’s too far away” She pulled away and dragged him out of the bar by his wrist. He got one last glance at Fernando before they went out

She had him pressed up against the wall the second the door was closed to the hotel room. Her hands were pressed against his hips, locking his body against the wall. His was on her waist. They were placed so perfectly, as if her body was made for his hands

“Never… Got your… Name” He said between kisses. He could hardly breath, but he didn’t care

“Y/N” She let his hips go, pulling her hands under his shirt, her fingers tracing his abs with a feather like touch

She finally pulled the shirt over his head. She almost drooled at the sight before her. His lips went to his collarbone, starting to kiss lightly

He threw his head back against the wall, arching his back off when she started sucking lightly

Her lips up his throats and neck before going over his jaw and back to his mouth “Gonna look so pretty tomorrow” She whispered against his lips, making him whimper

Her hands went to his belt, slowly unbuckling it. As she got it opened, she went to her knees, pulling his pants and boxers down to his mid-thighs

His hand went to her hair, making a make believe ponytail as her tongue darted out to lick kitten licks at the head of his cock

“Stop… Teasing” He stuttered through breathy moans as his hand tightened in her hair

She didn’t give into his whiskers, but instead swirled her tongue around the tip instead “Fuck, please” She finally gave in and hallowed her cheeks

She looked up at him with hooded eyes as she started bopping her head slowly, losing the way he whimpered and moaned low, occasionally letting out French curses

Her grip became tighter on the back of his thighs as his became stronger in her hair. She groaned around, making his whole body twitch as he moaned loud

“Fuck, yes. Just like that” He said low, more to himself than to her

As she started feeling him twitch in her mouth, she pulled lightly back, her lips just around his tip. She circles her tongue around it, hearing his moans and see his body shake

She pulled off him, earning her a groan mixed with a whimper “Why’d you do that?” H e asked as she stood up

“Didn’t want you to finish too fast, unless you don’t want to be inside me, of course” She said, shrugging lightly

He pushed her lightly back, guiding her towards the bed as her clothes went off quickly, as well as his pants and boxers

She was lying in the middle of the bed, her legs spread out slightly. He pressed his body between her legs, spreading them wider

He lined himself up with her entrance. She pulled him closer as she wrapped her legs around his hips, making him push just the tip in, making them both groan

He pushed all the way in, drawing a high-pitched moan from her. She threw her head back, eyes rolling into the back, and arched her back off of the bed

He allowed her to adjust before moving at a slow pace. He sped up, starting to moan himself as he found a rhythm that worked for the both of them

“Fuck, just like that. Keep going, fucking hell” She manages to say between moans

He dropped his head into the crook of her neck, kissing softly. He could still her perfume, even under the heavy smell of sweat and sex. God, did she smell good

He had already started to twitch inside her again, feeling his orgasm come near again

“Fuck, I’m gonna- I’m close” He panted into her neck

Her actions were quick. She had managed to turn them around, her now bouncing on him, her fingers finding her clit, circling it

Lance’s back was arched off the bed, holding tightly at her thighs, nails digging into her skin

“Fucking hell, come for me, Lance” It didn’t take long for him. A few thrusts and he was holding her down onto him, coming inside her

The feeling of his hot cum inside her sent her over the edge. Thighs shaking, eyes shut tightly, hands on his chest

He felt empty when he woke up. Laying naked on his stomach, sheets barely covering him

It still smelt like her

He turned around before sitting up on the bed, finding the bed empty. She was there when he fell asleep

He found his clothes scattered all around the room. He put on some boxers and his pants before noticing the small paper on the bedside table

‘If you ever need someone to take care of you again, pretty boy’

And then her phone number on the back. He chuckled softly before hearing a knock on the door

He opened the door finding a smirking Fernando

#smut #formula one #dom!reader #Lance stroll #Lance stroll smut #Lance stroll x reader #Lance stroll x reader smut #Spotify #sub!lance stroll

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whorekneeonmain · 1 year

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TW: Mean!Leon tries to murk you, yandere themes, def kidnapped. Self indulgence. Is for me.

With a surprise kick to his body, Leon hunched over grabbing at his side

"Think about what you're doing, Sweetheart" You could practically hear the venom dropping from his voice.

You quickly scrambled from your place on the bed, feet tangling in the sheets causing you to stumble but quickly recovered and sprinted towards the open door, you grabbed the frame trying to propel yourself forward when Leon grabbed your ankle giving it a sharp tug making you fall, you didn't even hear him get back up, your knees hit the cement first causing searing pain in you knee caps, palms skidding a little when you tried to brace yourself so you didn't bash your face.

Leon flipped you over roughly and straddled your hips pinning you down. He just loved looking down on you, he loved that you fought for you, even though it won't matter in the end, he'll always be bigger and stronger. He loved the chase the most

You thrashed your fists in front of you hoping it would connect with some part of him,

"Let me go! What the fuck is wrong with you"

You tried bucking your hips hoping to knock him off balance

"No no baby, this won't do at all"

Leon grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them above your head, making sure to push his palm down and grind them into the cement. Letting out a muffled cry at the pain before he grabbed your jaw with his fingers digging into the joints hard enough that your eyes started to tear up and make you whimper, you tried to turn your head to the side to look away but he just yanked you back hard so you face him again. showing you just how much power he has over you.

Leaning down close enough that all you could smell was the mint on his breath and the heat across your face. Your jaw aching.

You had no choice but to stare into his blue eyes, they were beautiful and you might've gotten lost in them in any other circumstances.

"Are you done fighting? You're dirty and you stink, it's time for a bath"

You did your best to nod your head. Knowing there was nothing more you could do right now

Letting go of your wrists, he waited a few seconds for the swinging that never came, he got up and dragged you up with him, throwing your body over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

He turned and walked the distance you made and dropped you on the bed that was pushed against the center of the far wall.

Sitting up and staring as Leon walked towards the only exit to lock it to make sure I don't go anywhere.

finally able to take in your surroundings.

It was a small room, the walls were pretty much plain, and the only thing in it was the bed you were sitting on and a doorway with a lack of door leading into what you assumed was the bathroom.

Splaying yourself out on the bed and staring at the ceiling you could hear water start to run. Closing your eyes just to let your mind wander

Maybe I could drown him in the tub or shove soap in his eyes

You don't think more than 10 minutes had passed before Leon was lightly shaking you awake

"Sweetheart, your bath is ready. Now strip" his voice was sweet yet demanding

Letting out a groan while standing up, you slowly reached for the bottom of your dress

"You're being too slow" he grabbed the hem of your dress

"raise your arms"

raising your arms he wasted no time in pulling it off of your body, his fingers trailing down the newly exposed skin, over your chest, fingernails raking across your stomach until he reached your hips hooking his fingers into the waistband

"Don't do anything stupid"

Like I have a choice

He kneeled, dragging your panties down your legs

"Step up"

Lifting your right foot first and then your left, stepping out of the last piece of clothing.

Raising to his feet and lifting you he carried you to the tub, gently lowering you into the lukewarm water, flinching a little as the water made your cuts and scrapes sting

Couldn't even give me a hot bath. Cheap.

"There we go, there's a good girl"

He placed a kiss on the crown of your head

"Here"

dunking the cloth into the water he grabbed the bottle of body wash and poured some on the cloth

"wash your body, I'll do the rest"

Taking the soaped-up cloth from his hands, you started to wash the dried blood and dirt from your legs, before moving on to the rest of your body.

Leon reached for the empty cup, dipping it into the water before pouring it on your head, soaking your hair before reaching for the shampoo and lathering it, and massaging your scalp before rinsing the suds out

"See, this isn't so bad."

Oh, it's about to be. Hopefully for you more than me

Slowly grabbing his right hand that was in front of you, bringing it to your face, and nuzzling your face into his palm while his thumb lightly brushed your cheek

Turning your head you opened your mouth quickly and bit down as hard as you could into the meaty part of his hand, hearing your canines hit the bone in his thumb and the breaking of his skin the coppery taste of blood flooded your mouth

"You stupid bitch!"

You could feel the tug of his hand as he tried to pull his hand away, it didn't work.

Using his trapped hand he gripped the bottom half of your face, with a quick push he bashed your head against the back of the tub. there was an audible crack, you weren't sure if it was your skull or the tub probably both. The pain was immediate and spread through your entire head. Letting go of his head you let out a scream, you felt his hand on top of your head and he pushed you underwater, your eyes burning from the soaps in the water.

burning as it entered your nose and went down your throat you felt the painful tug on your head, being pulled out of the water you coughed and gasped for any air

"Is this what you wanted?" He seethed, eyebrows furrowed and eyes dark, before pushing your head back under the water, legs kicking out and splashing water everywhere arms trying to grab onto his arms leaving deep scratches from your nails, screwing your shut waiting to be pulled out again

"Do you want to die?"

Gasping for air to fill your lungs

"N-n-no" you tried to get out before being pushed back under for a third time inhaling my water this time being held under until you almost went limp the grip on your hair tightened painfully.

"APOLOGIZE!" The rage was clear in his voice

"I-I-I'm sorry, sososo sorry" you were a stuttering crying mess, with each breath taken feeling like your lungs were on fire, tears streaming down your face, taking short and frequent breaths in your panic

Letting go of your hair and pulling you into his chest, you could feel his heat hammering in his chest and taking rapid deep breaths through his nose

"Shhhshh, it's ok Baby, it's over"

he was soothing you, rubbing your back and whispering apologies into your hair

"Oh sweetheart I'm so sorry, didn't mean to hurt you this bad, jus' wanna scare you to teach you a lesson"

Sobbing into his chest for what felt like hours thanks to the splitting headache and very likely concussion hurt your pride more than any physical pain he could have inflicted.

#yandere leon kennedy #yandere leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #Dark!Leon

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ivymarquis · 1 year

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Bonded

Pairing| Ghost x F!Reader

Rating| T

Word count| 892

Tags| COD-esque levels of violence, non-descript references to SA,

Anyway idk what this is but I had a thought and I wrote it down. Enjoy. Or don’t, it’s whatever either way.

You come back to the world of the living with ringing in your ears.

Dazed and disoriented, your brain struggles to piece together everything that just happened in the last 30 seconds.

You and Ghost were supposed to be clearing a room when you’d realized a moment before disaster that it was rigged to blow. The two of you scrambling to put as much space between yourselves and the inevitable detonation; You’d succeeded, but not entirely.

You aren’t blown to pieces and it feels like you have as many limbs and fingers and toes leaving the room as you did entering- that was good.

Ducking around a corner had shielded you from part of the blast but not all of it. Enough to knock you both on your asses.

Everything is white noise, staring forward blankly and only distantly realizing you’re staring at Ghost because the black and white of his balaclava is such a stark contrast to the surroundings.

You can’t tell if he’s conscious, but he’s not moving. One of your hands outstretches towards him, so focused on your squadmate that you miss the sound of approaching boots crushing the debris littering the ground.

Disoriented as you are, you don’t hear the “She’ll be more fun to get information out of” but you do feel the hands wrapping around your ankles.

A startled yelp escapes you, instinct having you scrambling to get to your teammate. There’s certain things that hardwire into the brain, and even as out of it as you are, you know intrinsically that nothing good awaits you being separated from Ghost. The 141 is packbonded, the hours spent in close and often unpleasant quarters forging a bond that supersedes anything else.

Your sound of protest seems to be what brings Ghost to, and he is far more with it than you are.

Whoever has a grip on your ankles settled far too quickly into the idea that you are in no state to fight back and Ghost is down for the count. You’re just close enough even after the foot or so that he’s dragged you that Ghost is able to grab a hold of your wrist.

Where the enemy soldier’s grip was loose, Ghost’s is firm and unwavering. If you were more with it, you’d be laughing at the notion of feeling like a rope toy caught between two dogs.

You’re able to free one of your ankles at the expense of the other one being clamped down on with two hands. Kicking blindly, you can feel yourself making contact against his chest but you’re not entirely certain how much damage you’re doing.

Ghost yanks you towards him with one hand, his other digging around until he finds a knife.

The first yank catches the soldier off balance as you slide across the floor closer to your Lieutenant. The soldier doesn’t lose his grip on your ankle, staggering forward the few steps to keep a hold of you. The second yank pulls you half underneath him, Ghost raising to his knees and lunging in attempt to slash at the enemy soldier still holding to your ankle.

You are grabbing at any part of him that you feel you can get a good purchase on, propriety be damned.

A feeling that is apparently mutual as Ghost’s hand lands on your ass, shoving you further underneath him. Ending up with your head between his thighs, your arms reach through the gap. One elbow hooks around the back of one of his thighs as the other reaches up looking for purchase on his back. Grabbing a fistful of one of the numerous straps on his vest, you’ve secured yourself to him about as well as you are able.

The room is spinning as you try to keep your wits about you.

You’re probably concussed, you realize, and being fought over like a scrap of meat is jostling you as the two men struggle to break the other’s hold on you.

At one point Ghost’s knee ends up digging into your shoulder as he moves to stand, the brunt of a grown man’s weight a welcome trade off to the discomfort that would have awaited you with the would-be kidnapper.

Your feet hit the floor with a thud, and it seems at this point the other soldier has realized his error.

Too late though- so preoccupied with trying to keep a hold of you versus dispatching Ghost (Good luck with that), once the lieutenant gets a hold of him he’s done for. The knife finds its place in his neck as it has with so many enemy soldiers. Arterial spray hits everything in reach as the knife is removed, his body dropping like a sack of potatoes. He’s not dead yet but will be shortly, too distracted with trying in vain to staunch the bleeding to do anything else.

The threat neutralized, Ghost’s attention turns to you.

He’s speaking, you experiencing the dissonance of hearing his voice but not understanding what he’s saying. your brain picks up what he wants as his hand outstretches to you. Taking the offered hand, he plucks you off the ground like a sack of flour.

He sounds like you’re underwater, and something is sticking to your neck that you’ll realize later is blood drying down to your skin. “On your feet soldier. We’re leaving.”

#simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #cod x reader #call of duty #simon ghost riley #cod mwii #my writing #joke’s on y’all this is still a wip Wednesday that ending is abrupt af #but I can’t think of anything else so here ya go lol

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claymorexpunisher · 5 months

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Brats Have More Fun (Ch.4/?) (18+ Fic)

Disclaimer: This is NSFW. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try to tag my work appropriately, so if you choose to click on my work regardless, use your own discretion. Thank you for the love always and enjoy this cheesy porno! 🥂

Pairing(s): Finn Balor/Fem. Reader

Summary: Bratty Reader has a tough day at work and takes it out on Finn. Sometimes punishments aren't what a bratty sub needs, and luckily Finn knows that...

Tag(s): 18+, bratting, Dom/sub dynamic, oral sex (f receiving), a bit of angst, fluff.

Chapter Word Count: 1,090

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I tried not to think about the incredibly shitty day I had at work today.

I really did.

But the second I got home to my boyfriend and Dom, Finn who had a couple of days off from his own job, I knew it was hopeless.

I was irritated with my now former boss and with the rest of the world, and Finn was unfortunately going to have to deal with it.

Still, I greeted my boyfriend when I walked into our home, kissing him on the lips and answering vaguely when he asked how work was.

Finn could tell that something was off. It was written all over our faces and Finn wasn’t having my attitude.

I didn’t wanna talk about it. I didn’t even wanna think about it.

But my brain and my mouth had other plans and Finn was going to get to the bottom of it.

“Grab me a water while you’re in there, babe.” He said as I walked towards our kitchen.

That… that set me off.

I usually took orders at work.

From customers, from my boss, etc.

So, for me, putting up a bit of a fight at home with my boyfriend/Dom felt like the most natural thing in the world.

But Finn would quickly realize that today was different.

I was looking for some release that I knew I should ask Finn for, but I just didn’t know how.

“Why don’t you get up and get it yourself?” I scoffed, immediately feeling terrible.

Yet secretly a spark of excitement erupted in my chest as I heard Finn’s footsteps immediately following me into the kitchen.

“What?” I heard him ask.

“You heard me, Sir. Get it your damned self. I’m not your maid.” I responded, shrugging as my defiant gaze met his stormy features.

“Who said anything about you being my ma-…” Finn trailed off, suddenly grabbing my wrists.

He practically dragged me to our room, quite literally kicking and screaming, before he picked up my wriggling body and carried me the rest of the way.

I let out a soft ‘oof’ as Finn deposited me unceremoniously onto the bed, both of us starting to pant as we struggled for control until he straddled my torso.

He had much more muscle than I did, and honestly, the day at work left me too exhausted to really put up a fight.

Another red flag for him.

“Are you ready to talk, love?” Finn asked softly, in a sweet tone I wasn’t really prepared for.

Shit.

No.

I could feel a knot in my throat, and I immediately cleared it away, willing my eyes not to water and Finn’s eyes softened even more, making me even angrier. But I knew it wasn’t gonna last.

“Talk about what, Finn?” I snapped but it was as half hearted as the warning Finn replied with.

“Enough… I know something’s wrong, darlin’. Was it your boss? Did he do something?” He asked and that opened up the floodgates.

Tears poured and poured from my eyes and onto the pillowcase at an alarming rate no matter how much I wiped my eyes once Finn let my wrists go.

He carefully lifted himself off my torso and pulled me closer to his chest and I felt myself melt almost immediately.

“…I quit. I couldn’t take his shit anymore, so I quit.” I finally confessed. “Now what the fuck am I gonna do? I hated that job- he was a raging dickhead but-“ I sobbed but Finn gently shushed me and kissed the crown of my head several times.

“Now, we’re gonna calm down, and you’re gonna relax-“ Finn said, his tone and gaze now playful as I shot up from his chest to look at him.

He never did take life all that seriously and that was partly why I was head over heels for him.

In this moment I needed the reminder that things would be fine. And that I did the right thing in quitting.

He chuckled, rubbing my arms and my back.

“Lay back, love.”

For once I did what I was told, though I was still slightly perturbed by the fact that I wasn’t being punished.

I let Finn peel off the pj’s I had changed into upon returning home early from work and I softly bit my lip as he slowly spread my legs, trailing soft kisses along my inner thighs and along my abdomen.

His beard grazed over my ticklish stomach, making it visibly flutter and causing him to smile.

I matched his smile as I looked down at him and I grasped one of his hands in mine, gasping softly as his mouth began to trail over my waiting pussy.

My eyes fluttered shut and my back arched as Finn’s tongue teased along the outside of my pussy before he brought his tongue up toward my clit and back again, chuckling as I let out a soft whine.

But I didn’t urge him forward.

No, I wanted to bask in this for once.

The slower pace felt like a nice change of pace despite my impatience, and I secretly loved the way Finn was taking care of me, making my accelerated thoughts settle and focus on something much, much better, and sweeter.

Him.

I sighed deeply, sinking into our bed as his mouth finally closed over my clit, sucking lightly even as his tongue began circling that little, tiny switch that made my toes curl.

“Fuck…” I whined, clutching Finn’s hand firmly with one hand and holding the back of his head with the other and he slowly and with all the patience in the world, tasted me.

“There we go… I know you need to destress, love, and I’m happy to do that for you.” he said, pulling his mouth away from between my legs momentarily and replacing it with his fingers.

I could feel his eyes on me without even looking and when I opened my eyes for all of a second and locked them with his.

My thighs trembled at the sight of Finn’s quirked lips as his fingers slowly pumped in out of my inviting pussy.

“I’m such a good Dom- such a good boyfriend. Aren’t I, baby?” Finn chuckled as my body began to writhe even more.

“The best...!” I moaned.

As I finally reached my peak with a choked off scream, a kaleidoscope of colors exploded behind my eyelids as Finn mouth slowly toyed with my clit once again, intensifying the onslaught of sensations coursing through my body…

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#finn bálor #finn balor fanfiction #finn balor smut #finn balor fic #brats have more fun ch.4 #wwe smut #wrestling fic #wrestling smut #wrestling fan fiction #wwe fan fiction

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lightningandfireinmybones · 1 year

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don’t know if you’re still taking requests for prompts but is possible can the audience get 14, 15, 36, 46, 54 all in one. thank you so much for all the wonderful writing you’ve blessed us with so far btw 🥺❤️.

HELLO MY LOVE I WASN'T IGNORING YOU I WAS JUST FINISHING UP CHAPTER 20 BUT HERE WE GOOOOOOOOO

“i want to taste you” & “open your mouth” & “you’re mine” & “you feels so good” & “don’t forget who you belong to”

(18+ !!!!!

horny jail bc we're leaning into the uncle thing in an au where it's not normalized for targs,,, you've been warned and my ticket to every religion's hell has been booked in advance so no need to remind me)

"Aemond! What the fuck-"

"Don't," Aemond hisses, continuing to drag Valaena down the hallway, the sounds of the party dying behind them the deeper into the house they go.

"Don't what? Don't object to being manhandled out of my brother's birthday?" Valaena aims a kick at Aemond's groin, one he avoids by throwing her into her darkened bedroom.

"Don't," Aemond grits out, following her in and slamming the door shut behind him, "dance with another man like that in front of me."

In the purple glow of the LEDs surrounding her bed, Aemond can see Valaena cross her arms over her chest, just accentuating the swell of her breasts over the edge of the corset top he loves and hates at once. The second he'd walked into Jace's birthday party to see Valaena dressed in a tight black and gold corset with leather pants molded to the curve of her ass, he should've known the night would bring nothing but trouble.

Seeing her grind with Cregan, Jace's best friend, on the makeshift dancefloor had tested his patience until he'd finally snapped and dragged her away.

"Oh?" Valaena arches a brow at him, accentuating the scar on her face, the one he'd given her. "Don't grind my ass against another man's dick? What, would it be okay if I ground my ass against a woman then?"

"Don't let anyone else touch that body. That ass is mine." Aemond leans against the door, blocking her way out, staring down at her as he breathes through the last of his patience.

"We're not together anymore, Aemond! You left me, remember? I can dance with whoever I want!" Valaena storms closer, teetering in the heels she's wearing, slamming her finger into the center of Aemond's chest.

"Valaena. You're mine. You always have been and you always will be," Aemond declares, grabbing her wrist and spinning her around, slamming her back against the door. He pins her wrists above her head in one hand, slots his knee between her legs, right in the cradle of warmth between her thighs. Every rational thought, every sense of self-preservation deserting him at the jealousy coursing through his veins.

"You said you were my uncle, just my uncle," Valaena pants out, her hips flush against his. "A good uncle doesn't rub his thigh against his niece like this."

"A good uncle doesn't do a lot of things," Aemond trails his hand up her side, ghosting over her breasts, just grazing her collarbones, caressing her neck. "But you're not a very good little niece, are you? Good nieces don't dress like this to tempt their uncle. Good nieces don't rub their needy little pussy on their uncle's thigh."

He tightens his grip on her throat. Giving into temptation, he licks the glitter from the elegant column of her neck.

"Tell me to stop," Aemond nips at the racing thump of her pulse. "Tell me you don't want me."

Instead of restoring sanity to them both, Valaena moans his name.

"Kepus," she says breathily, "I want to taste you."

The words are knives to the last shreds of his self-control.

In one motion, he's pushing her down to her knees, gripping her hair in his hands as he forces her chin up to look at her. Lavender eyes glitter at him, a flush working down her chest, the dark edge of a nipple poking over the edge of the corset.

"Open your mouth," Aemond says darkly.

Valaena obeys nearly instantly, lush lips parting and pink tongue poking out like she's waiting for him. Her hands are scrabbling at his hips, the metallic clang of his belt buckle the only sound in the room above their harsh breathing and the distant thud of a rap song's bass.

His cock springs free, Valaena's tongue darting out to lick at the head like it's a lollypop, big eyes on him the whole time.

He pulls the hair in his hand harshly, tugging hard enough to jerk her head back.

"No teasing. You want your uncle to fuck your mouth? Fine. Take it, Sweet Niece."

Without warning, Aemond thrusts forward, his cock disappearing deep into Valaena's mouth. She chokes nearly immediately, hands coming to clutch his thighs for stabilization. He doesn't give her any time to adjust, ruthlessly taking her mouth for his own.

Guilt doesn't exist. Time doesn't exist. The way her father is going to kill them both doesn't exist.

The only thing that is real, that is true, is the warmth of her mouth, the tears gathering in the corner of Valaena's eyes, the flick of her tongue across the head of his cock when he pulls out.

"You feel so good, taking my cock so well," Aemond groans, pushing her head deeper onto him. "You wanted your uncle's cock in your mouth? You wanted to be a dirty little whore for me, on your knees and loving every second of it?"

Valaena moans around him, the vibrations traveling up his spine to lodge in his brain. She loves this. She danced with Cregan to start this.

Fuck. They'd never escape each other.

He is unforgiving, but she takes every inch of him, choking and gagging around the thick length. It is heaven, it is hell, it is every condemnation they deserve mixed with absolution they do not.

With his fingers digging into the back of her neck, Aemond comes with a cry of her name.

Every drop, every spurt down her throat, she takes, swallowing with fervor, sucking him for all he's worth. It spills out of her mouth, her tongue following, an obscene scene dragging him down.

When he can finally bear to part from her, he pulls himself out of her mouth, crouching down to her level. Mascara tracks run down her cheeks, her lips are swollen from the abuse, but her eyes are bright. Happy.

Aemond runs his thumb over her lip, catching a stray drop of his cum. He pushes his thumb past her lips, into the sweetness of her mouth.

"Don't forget who you belong to, Sweet Niece."

#i leaned into the uncle thing #might as well enjoy the ride if i'm going to hell #enjoy you heathens:')#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen fanfiction #hotd fanfic #tdopom fic #ask #minors dni

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loser-jpg · 1 year

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It built up inside of him. All four years of it. It was horrible, it gave him a lump in his throat he couldn't explain and it made it impossible to sleep, and he felt like he had to do something but at the same time nothing and the last thing he wanted to do was cry.

It just made him angry. It made him so angry. He wanted to hit something. He wanted to put his fist through a wall and ignore the sting. He wanted to tear something up.

He told Robin, because of course he did. She dealt with it differently. She was just tired. But either way she dragged him out of his home, grabbing the bat that was set next to his bed before leaving.

"Where are we even going?"

"Woods behind my house."

"What's in the woods behind your house?" Steve turned the car to take the shortcut to Robins he knew, he was answered with a hum and a 'you'll see'.

When they got there Robin grabbed him by the wrist and led him a little ways into the woods. She sat down on a rock and handed the bat out to him, but he didn't take it from her.

In front of him was a small wooden...shack? hut? house? It was tiny. Too tiny for any normal sized person to even fit in comfortably.

"My dad built me it when I was little," Steve turned to Robin who was taking a sip out of a soda can she had brought with her, "I'm too big for it now, so here you go."

Steve hesitated for a second, but as soon as the bat was in his hands he wasn't even thinking. He was just swinging at the small structure, smashing holes through the weak wood walls.

He was just swinging and hitting and smashing, and at some point he had started screaming and at some point he dropped the bat and was kicking the damn thing and if anyone else in this god damn world had seen it they'd think he was fucking insane and he could feel his legs start to hurt and his throat go sore but he just kept kicking and screaming and kicking and screaming.

At some point Robin had stood up and she was yelling too, and the both of them were screaming at nothing and everything, and fuck, it all hurt so much but he just kept yelling. He picked up the bat again and hit it into the pile of rubble that was now on the ground.

He fell down to the ground and just laid there. Looking at the sky through the trees. The sun was starting to set and the sky looked pink. It was pretty.

Robin sat down next to him. "Better?" Her voice sounded scratchy.

"Yeah, better."

#stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic stobin #everyone in this show is so traumatized pls #he just needs to break something #steddie #it isnt actually steddie but if no ones gonna notice it #losers writing

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deijiyong · 3 months

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2015 December 21st - Day One 2/2

You’re accosted by Taeyong the second you make it back onto the university grounds, his hip almost checking you as he scrambles himself to your side

Who was that?

Wait, wallpaper guy!

Hello to you too

How come he’s here? Do they not have school in the States?

It is the winter holiday (you laugh)

I thought an Idol Wannabe would know that much

Why is he here?

He missed me? We haven’t seen each other since graduation

Now, I’m going to be late

Do you have a point for this conversation?

I’ll wait

I don’t want to stop you from getting to class

Then I’ll be off

The rest of your classes pass by in a blur

You only wake from your mind when you find Taeyong outside of your last class

It looks as if he’s been waiting there since you walked in

His feet are crossed at the ankles while he leans on the wall

When he glances up at you, his eyes are determined and he pushes from the wall just as fast

Are you free to talk now?

Do I need an appointment?

What?

(he points towards the glass doors that contain the building you reside inside; there stands Changkyun)

(you kick at the ground) look, he’s my best friend

He’s here for Christmas

I don’t have to explain this to you

YN (he chases after you when you walk away from him)

I’m sorry,,, I’m

(he sighs and runs his hand through his hair) I’m sorry

You said that already

I’m jealous

Wh-what??

The way you are around him

I’ve been trying all semester and not once have you smiled or looked at me the way you do him

I’m jealous

Of my best friend?

Are you off-balanced?

Am I really going to have to spell it out for you?

(you look back towards Changkyun) I have to go - can we talk later?

I already told him we’d get dinner together

And I have to be back before curfew

I-

(you look at Taeyong) hm?

See you (he rushes past you without a look back)

Changkyun grips your hand tightly as you both walk the streets of Seoul, eyes on the lights hanging over the streets

He’s got the biggest grin you’ve seen since you were kids

To think I would have missed all of this if I had gone home for Christmas

Seoul is pretty in winter

It is

(he stops you, dragging you back to him by your joined hands)

What’s wrong?

I would have missed this

You said that already

(he grins)

Maybe so

Dinner goes much how you expected it to

Changkyun embarrasses you in the middle of the place

The old ladies are begging you both to leave by the time you’re finished

The good atmosphere carries on as he escorts you back to the university

You’re just outside the girls’ dorm, hand in hand as he stares down into your eyes

What gift did my best friend ask Santa for Christmas?

Was she naughty or nice?

That’s for Santa to judge

(you laugh)

I have to go in

It’s almost curfew

I know,,,

What time does your class end tomorrow?

Earlier, my last professor canceled my lab

Maybe around 5 pm?

Okay (he smiles, his eyes softer than you’re used to as he eyes you) I’ll meet you at that diner just on campus?

I’ll be there

You watch him leave - it had been a short-lived debate on who would watch who, but you won out in the end

Watching him until he steps out of sight just off the campus grounds

You step inside your dorm, shocked when the door doesn’t pull closed behind you

Turning, you find Taeyong looking as if there is a lot on his mind

He steps just inside the door as the lock sounds at the stroke of 10 PM

You tilt your head, wondering what he could possibly want this late

He looks around, probably wondering where Ms. Kim is

You sigh and turn towards the stairs that come up before the main office

You’re on the third-floor landing when he grabs your hand

Can we talk?

You’re the one who barged into the girls’ dorm

Want to tell me what’s going on?

Are you busy on Christmas day?

You stare down at where his hand is wrapped around your wrist

Christmas Day is a day for couples

That is what your dorm mates had been whispering since the beginning of December

Many of them had been asked out on Christmas day

Why would Taeyong ask you out on Christmas day if you’re just friends?

He could easily get any girl on the campus as one of the better-looking Idol Wannabes

I’m not busy, exactly, but I’m sure my best friend will want to exchange gifts like we usually do on Christmas

Why? Is there a campus get-together or something?

Huh? (stares up at you) what? No, no, not that I know of

You should spend Christmas with your single friends

I would if I had friends here

Well, I have one right now,,,

I want to spend it with you

What?

You watch Taeyong chew his lip, letting your wrist go as he sighs

I want to spend it with you

I’ve been wanting to ask you since before he showed up

And I got scared when I saw him

Wallpaper guy

Why would you be scared of him?

The way you are with him is different

Happier

He’s been my friend since we were 14

Of course, I’m different around him

He’s the only reason I’m able to open up to anyone

The reason I ultimately decided to try university in Seoul

The way I was before I met him would’ve never met you, Taeyong

(frowns)

You should go before you get in trouble

Or get me in trouble

Mrs. Kim is already upset with me

Will you go out with me on Christmas day?

The silence that fills the stairwell is deafening

You’re not sure what to say and he’s not sure what to do if you don’t respond

Thankfully you’re saved when Jisoo stumbles into the stairwell on the fifth floor, her eyes finding Taeyong immediately

Tae? What are you doing in the girls’ dorm?

Who are you with?

Nothing

No one

You watch him run up the stairs to drag her back towards her dorm room

However unfortunate as it was, you still had to pass by her room to get to yours

If she was suspicious, you never found out

#i.m fanfic #i.m fanfiction #i.m x reader #changkyun fanfic #changkyun fanfiction #monsta x fanfic #monsta x fanfiction #mx fanfiction #mx fanfic #changkyun x reader #beside u (ck ff)

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bookaddict05 · 6 months

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Girl in the chair Pt 4

tw: torture/ graphic

I wake up in a moving vehicle and what I can tell from having a bag over my head is that its a van. My hands are tied up with what feels like zip ties. However my feet are free, I try to shuffle around to get the bag off of my head, but that's when I feel the searing pain run through my leg.

'crap the cut' I think to my self. Still blinded I try to feel for the cut to try and sense how bad it is. Glass still imbedded in the skin, the arseholes didn't even take it out.

Taking a deep breath in, I brace myself and pull the biggest shard in my leg out unknowing if there was any other pieces hidden beneath the skin. I tried to muffle my scream to avoid getting the attention of my captives.

I manage to rive off the hood that was keeping me blinded and could see from the tinted windows on the doors the sun was starting to set, I must of been out for hours.

That's when the van starts to stop, and I hear both the driver's door and passengers door open and close. There was 2 of them as I suspected when the home invasion took place.

The van doors open and I quickly pretended to play unconscious still waiting for an opportunity to escape when they least expect it. They grab me and one of them throws me over his shoulder. Yeah there is no way I'm getting out of this one.

~ TIME SKIP ~

I'm carried into a room and thrown on the hard floor, I open my eyes again to see that I had been locked in a cell and my captive standing on the other side looking right into my soul.

"Ah good morning sunshine or should I say good evening" he smiles down at me. I know that face and I know them tattoos it couldn't be mistaken. It was the man who came to my fathers office that morning. I knew something was off about him.

"You must be thinking who am I? and why have I taken you? Well Y/N, my name is Rumlow and the answer for that second question will be revealed soon enough" he says while walking away from the cell, leaving me on the cold hard concrete floor still with my hand restraints on.

~TIME SKIP~

I'm sitting here knowing that there is no way of escaping this hell hole that's when I hear someone approaching.

I saw his arm glinting from white light, and it couldn't be mistaken. Mr Barnes.

"I told you we would see each other again soon" he says with a cunning grin.

"I knew something was off with you, Leave my friend alone or I swear to God that super soldier serum won't be able to save you" I say trying to threaten someone who could literally snap me in half but if that was his intention I'd already be dead they wouldn't keep me alive. Unless it was a trap for Milo. Oh god, Milo I pray u don't come looking for me.

"Your threats don't scare me, I've been through world war two for crying out loud" he starts laughing at me. "Anyways, as soon as we get what we need from you will dispose of you pretty quickly"

He opens up the cell and grabs me by the wrists, dragging me out of the cell. I try to weigh my self down to make it more difficult for him but that made no affect on him, so I stood up in a quick movement and kick him in the balls causing him to loosen his grip on me and bend over. That's when I decided to knee him in the face and try and make a run for it in this maze of a building.

Running through multiple corridors trying to stay out of sight of anyone. But that's when I felt the sharp prick hit my side, I pull out an arrow off my hip and everything started to become dark.

No no no not again, I was so close. The darkness started to engulf my sight as my eyelids became heavier and heavier. The last thing I see before full darkness is the Winter soldier standing over me grinning like the Cheshire cat.

~Time skip~

I wake up to a fist colliding with my face, causing me to be even more disorientated from waking up after being tranquilised.

"Ah nice for you to make an appearance Y/N, we need to ask you a few questions, and if you don't answer well we have a few persuasive methods that might get you talking" Rumlow says while standing next to a table full of tools. knifes, hammers, plyers and more for him to enjoy his twisted little games.

"I won't tell you anything, do your twisted mind games and methods but I will never give you any information"

"Oh is that so, well we will just have to test how far you can go then"

He picks up the knife on the tray and walks over to the chair in the middle of the room to which I am detained in.

He re-opens the cut on my leg from the glass that started to heal.

A blood curdling scream erupts from my lungs and he makes it bigger.

"How about now?"

I look at him with tear filled eyes but determined not to back down. He then makes another cut across the top of my thigh. Blood oozing out as I bit down on my tongue to not to give him the satisfaction of another scream.

He continues slicing up my body in different places, from my legs to my back, to my arms. Muffled screams escaping from my mouth as i try to hold back.

"Well then we do have other ways of means of getting things out of people, GET ME THE SERUM" he shouts over to one of his henchmen at the side.

He opens a container and white smoke falls out from in it, they pull out a syringe and walk over and hand it over to Rumlow. Walking over he says "Now with this you shall become very compliant" smiling sinister at me he injects me with the serum and put me in this torture device. Spikes surround my body and breaks through the skin, I was in so much pain that I could not help but scream. I passed out due to the pain.

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I'm a prisoner in my own body I though, I cant control my self, I tried to lift my arm as I have been taken out of my major restraints with only leg ones on, but I am unable to move the rest of my body.

Milo is now sitting in front of me unconscious, he tried to save me, oh god I wish he didn't now we are both in this mess. He starts to wake up and he makes eye contact at me, unable to say anything to him, all I can do is sit here with a neutral expression on my face.

"TESS, IT'S ME, YOUR GOING TO BE OKAY" Milo exclaims while trying to wiggle free. That's when Rumlow came up behind him and put his hands on his shoulders.

"Who the fuck are you and what are you doing with my best friend you sick fuck?"

"Hello Milo, my name is none of your concern, all you need to worry about is about your pretty little friend here"

#girl in the chair #fyppage #marvel #marvel fanfic writer #marvel cinematic universe #spiderman #spider verse #spidey #web head #fyp #fanfic #winter soldier

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merge-conflict · 5 months

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for el último shippy saturday, I bring you this snippet of an alternate ending to 'thread-safe' where goro ends up being captured by v and co, and *gestures* also ends up in her bed. also known as the snippet where I may have gotten very close to goro/v/johnny and I'm honestly not sure if it's even a joke anymore. I'm not fluent in spanish, but this should be more or less grammatically correct and the lack of polish here feels ok given that I don't consider that Johnny or Valentine are actually fluent either and are essentially just transliterating their English fight into Spanish so Goro doesn't understand.

Goro wakes to the sound of a whispered argument, and rolls to find Silverhand sitting on V’s other side. The man flashes him a smug smile, which lasts only a second before V flicks him in the knee, ineffectually trying to shove him further away with her palm against his thigh.

“What is it?” Goro demands, slipping his arm under V’s, tucking her in close to his chest. They’re both naked, the thin sheet slung just over their hips their only cover. Yet he can feel V’s muscles tensing, as though she is prepared to throw herself bodily at Silverhand, without even a thought for propriety. “How did you get in here?”

“Got the key,” Silverhand answers, wiggling his fingers.

“Not for long,” V growls.

“Hey, c’mon V–“ His pleading tone makes her sigh. “You can’t just kick me out. Kerry’s the one paying rent.”

“Then why aren’t you with Kerry?” she asks, and Silverhand makes a face.

“It’s nothing. He’s all pissed over nothing.”

“I doubt that,” Goro says, and V elbows him.

“Sleep on the floor,” she says.

“And mess up my back again?” Silverhand asks, patting down his pants before pulling out a cigarette. “I’ll be as quiet as a mouse.”

“No smoking in bed,” V snaps, her hoarse voice cutting in and out with the emphasis. Goro reaches to remove the cigarette from Silverhand’s grip, but V is already out from under the covers and sliding off the bed, grabbing his shirt collar to drag him out. Neither of them seem the least bit bothered by her state of undress. “If you think you’re going to amuse yourself by being an ass you’ve got another thing coming.”

“Oh yeah?” He grips her bicep, pulling her down closer. The smile on his face only grows as Goro moves to his side, reaching to grab the wrist that he is using to hold V. This close the smell of cannabis smoke is overwhelming– overpowering even the stench of sweat and unwashed hair. “You going to sic your guard dog on me?”

“Ayyy,” V exhales, switching to Spanish without ever taking her eyes off of Silverhand. With his translator disabled along with the most of his implants, Goro can only guess at the content of their conversation by tone and expression. The curl of V’s lip and her sardonic air is irritation. “Estás caliente, cabrón? Quizás debes ser mordido.”

“Solo si lo haces,” he replies, flashing Goro a look. Taunting bravado.

“V–“ Goro says, tightening his grip so that Silverhand winces.

“Sabes que me quieres,” Silverhand adds, making V scowl.

“Explícame,” she demands– it is definitely a demand. “Qué lo sigue? Me besas, entonces le besas? No puedes separarnos.”

“Huh.” Silverhand turns to look at Goro, smirking at his lack of comprehension. A child delighting in some simple mockery. “Por supuesto está celoso.”

“Huh,” V mocks in return. “Por supuesto estás drogado.”

“No me gusta el oler del perro.” Silverhand says dismissively, with the flick of his free wrist.

“Then get out of bed,” V snaps, “And get off my dick.”

“You won’t even know I’m here,” Silverhand says, deftly pulling out another cigarette, which Goro takes and tosses to the side with the first. “I’ll be good.”

#my own personal headcanon is that johnny speaks spanish with the same slow drawl he speaks english #kind of difficult to listen to #I think it's funny if goro is kind of upset over their comfort level with each other because it make sense #but also like bro. they've been inside each other in the weirdest way. it's a Non Issue #anyway this theoretical 3 way would be 4/5 petty arguing and 1/5 brat4brat4brat

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iladkaren · 2 years

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LOVE QUIDDITCH: Chapter III

Pairing: Gryffindor!Kim Seokjin x Slytherin!Reader

Summary:

“So you haven’t kissed yet…” Taehyung teased.

Chapter I

Chapter II

“Please go to Hogsmeade with me!” I jumped from the couch as Jimin appears suddenly in front of me. His eyes were shining with excitement and he was bouncing on his feet, ‘Please go to Hogsmeade with me’ repeating over and over again. He couldn’t keep it in any longer as he began jumping up and down. His hands waving around like he was trying to convince me to go somewhere else.

“Jimin, I told you no!” I say exasperatedly, “I have a lot going on right now. Besides, I can’t forget what you did to me yesterday.” I sigh and went back to my reading.

I could feel Jimin huff but he doesn’t leave me alone, instead, he goes to sit next to me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. What happened yesterday? All I remember was you kicking some ass at yesterday’s practice.” He laughs a little before continuing, “I mean how could I possibly have forgotten? That was pretty epic! I still can’t believe that you actually hit Jin with a Bludger.” He shook his head in disbelief.

My face flushed a little bit remembering the events from yesterday. ‘I guess you could say it was kind of epic.’ The memory played through my head as if I had just seen it.

‘I can’t wait to be yours.’

I feel myself blushing as I remember Seokjin’s words. I pulled the book closer to my face to hide my redden cheeks from Jimin.

‘It seems I won’t be able to get rid of that man anytime soon, huh?’ I thought bitterly, remembering how much he was distracting me.

“Why are you blushing?” Jimin said teasingly, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“No reason! Shut up, you idiot!” I pushed him off the couch and stood up, making my way towards the gloomy Slytherin staircase.

“Wait!” Jimin yelled, standing up from the couch quickly following after me, “Come on, (y/n)!” I rolled my eyes as he grabbed my wrist tightly, “Just come on! Please!” Jimin pleaded, looking into my eyes with puppy dog eyes.

“Just us two?” I questioned, giving him a look.

“Of course! But please, (y/n)?” Jimin said while pouting even more.

“Fine!” I said reluctantly, not wanting to hurt Jimin’s feelings.

Jimin squealed happily before dragging me to Hogsmeade.

We walked together towards our favorite shop, Honeydukes. I felt myself smiling at the sight of the store, it reminded me of the first day I met Jimin and he bought me all the sweets he promised he would. It has been such a wonderful memory for me.

The Three Broomsticks is also the last place I ever wanted to end up in.

Jimin always insisted we go inside the pub every time we went to the village.

When we arrived, he dragged me inside and we made our way over to the table where he ordered himself and I a Butterbeer. We sat together waiting for our drinks. As we waited we looked around the room taking everything in. The atmosphere was quite different than when Jimin and I would go in here. The smell of alcohol was slightly stronger, as well as the smell of food being cooked in the kitchen downstairs.

“Hey, idiots.” Yoongi called from behind us causing both Jimin and I to look at him confused.

He was smirking evilly while holding a bottle of Firewhiskey.

“YOONGI!” Jimin yelled excitedly. I smiled at Yoongi’s actions and followed suit.

Yoongi chuckled loudly as he poured the drink and handed it over to Jimin who started chugging it down in seconds, clearly not thinking it would taste good.

“So what brings you both here?” Yoongi asked, sipping on his drink.

“Well, it’s Sunday. It’s so boring in the Slytherin common rooms, and I had to drag Ms. Killjoy over here.” Jimin grinned while pointing at me, I glared at him which caused him to giggle in response. “Plus, she was bored too. So we decided to come to Hogsmeade and make ourselves happy.” Jimin continued while pointing at me with emphasis this time.

“I was not bored. I was happy being alone.” I mumbled and sipped on my Butterbeer.

“You know, we’ve been friends forever. When have I ever let you spend time alone?” Jimin asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, “Fair point.”

“You idiots are hopeless.” Yoongi shook his head, “You know you’d never be by yourself again. Right, (y/n)?” Yoongi said nudging my side with his elbow. I tried hiding my blush by taking another sip of my butterbeer, only to spit it out at the sound of his name.

“JIN!” Jimin screamed out across the room, causing everyone to turn and look in our direction.

Seokjin appeared from out of nowhere. Looking incredibly handsome in dark robes.

I hid behind my butterbeer and peeked around to see the guy who had taken a liking to me. His eyes scanning the room before finally falling on us, sending chills down my spine. His piercing gaze was making my skin crawl and I felt very self conscious.

Seokjin’s eyes scanned over my body from top to bottom slowly and lingering. He sent me a small smile but it didn’t help at all. My stomach flipped and my body temperature rose at the same pace.

I quickly turned back around and focused my attention on Jimin. I took another swig from my butterbeer. I didn’t dare to look back towards Jin because I knew that I would end up losing whatever courage I had left if I did.

“What’s up with her?” Yoongi asked quietly, nodding towards me, “She looks kinda nervous.”

I was about to snap at him when I heard the familiar sound of a throat clearing. My head whipped up and my eyes met those of the gorgeous man in question. His dark brown hair was styled neatly to one side, leaving the rest to flow freely. His jaw was tight as he stared at me. His expression softening almost immediately as our eyes connected. A soft smirk graced his lips and I could feel my heart skip a beat.

Seokjin cleared his throat again catching our attention once again. I swear I felt my face burn and Jimin giggled at my reaction.

”Hello, everyone!” Jin exclaimed.

Jimin, who was sitting across me, moved to the other chair to give the seat to Seokjin. So now this guy is sitting across from me, and Jimin across Yoongi. Great. Just great.

“Thank you, Jimin, you really didn’t have to do that.” Seokjin smiled kindly at him. He seemed to notice how flustered I was becoming and started looking down at me with a frown on his face.

“Oh, yes I did!” Jimin insisted.

“No, he’s right, you didn’t have to.” I said quietly and Jimin gave me a teasing look.

“Are you alright, (y/n)?” Seokjin’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“Yeah…” I muttered shyly, avoiding eye contact.

“Anyway!” Jimin suddenly said excitedly, cutting off any further conversation. “How are you doing?”

“I’m doing great. I have a little bruise on my rib from the bludger.” Seokjin pointed at his torso.

I felt bad, remembering the bludger incident when we were flying. Seokjin wasn’t lucky enough to avoid that hit. “Sorry,” I mumbled quietly. I wasn’t sure why but I was feeling slightly guilty for hitting him, despite the fact that I knew it was an accident.

“It’s okay,” Seokjin smiled reassuringly at me. “I don’t mind getting hit by you.” He added.

My cheeks heated up again and my heart skipped a beat. Why is he making my heart race so much? This isn’t happening!

“What are you? A masochist?” Yoongi spoke, making Seokjin chuckle lightly. “And stop teasing her, you’re making her uncomfortable.” Yoongi said while glaring at Seokjin, obviously trying not to laugh himself.

Suddenly, Seokjin placed his hand under my chin, making me look at him straight on, forcing my gaze into his. He brought my chin closer towards his face. He lowered his eyes to meet mine, locking eyes with me.

His stare held so many emotions. He looked at me like someone important to him. Like I was his whole world. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I snatched Yoongi’s Firewhiskey bottle out of his hands, chugged the entire thing down in one shot and placed the empty bottle on the table. I then proceeded to stand up from my seat. Before I could walk away, Seokjin’s hands gripped onto my wrist stopping me from going any further.

“Where are you going?” He asked worriedly.

“To the toilets, I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t go anywhere else.” He whispered before letting go of my wrist.

WHAT DOES HE WANT FROM ME?

I stood still staring at him for a few moments after hearing his words, my heart starting to pound faster. I walked past him, ignoring him completely and headed into the hallway.

As I entered the washroom, I quickly grabbed some water and splashed it over my face. I stared at myself in the mirror for a moment, trying to calm my nerves. What just happened? How can he do this to me?! What is wrong with him?

I walked back out, and I noticed two additional guests on our table.

Jung Hoseok and Kim Taehyung. The sweethearts of Hufflepuff house.

They were laughing together happily, probably sharing some funny story. Taehyung must of been telling Jimin because he was laughing along with him, looking extremely entertained.

They must have noticed me looking at them, or at least Hoseok did since he looked directly at me with a smile on his face. He waved at me. I smiled at him, waving back politely and made my way over to their table. They stopped laughing abruptly when they saw I was coming, their expressions changing from confused to surprised. I sat back down.

“Hey.” Hoseok greeted.

Taehyung just nodded at me. “Is it true you and Jin are dating?” He asked curiously.

“Huh?” I looked confused as I glanced at Hoseok who was smirking.

“We heard he’s your boyfriend.” Taehyung replied smugly.

Wait...what?

“Um...no. That’s not true. We’re not dating.” I explained frantically. I felt my cheeks warm up as I realised what just came out of my mouth.

“Not yet, anyway.” Seokjin chuckled. Yoongi and Jimin were also watching us amusedly and Hoseok was chuckling quietly.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I glared at him, glaring daggers.

Seokjin shrugged his shoulders innocently.

“So you haven’t kissed yet…” Taehyung teased.

I shook my head angrily at him, “I am not kissing anyone! You guys are crazy if you think I would ever even think of doing such a thing to him. Don’t make me laugh, because right now, that sounds like the most ridiculous thing I have ever thought you had suggested. Have you gone insane? Who does he think I am, some kind of animal?!”

Hoseok rolled his eyes, “You act like there’s anything wrong with kissing.”

“Well, obviously there’s something wrong with kissing!” I retorted furiously, causing Taehyung and Hoseok to burst out into laughter.

“Okay, okay! Calm down!” Seokjin placed his hands on my shoulders. “Why are you being like this?” He asked seriously.

“Like what?!”

“So defensive.”

“Because I am.”

Seokjin looked at me for a second longer as if he wanted to say something. Instead he simply let out a loud sigh and shook his head.

“Okay, lovebirds, that’s enough.” Yoongi said. “Let’s play Exploding Snap. I thought we’re here to have fun.” He grinned slyly.

They all groaned loudly as Yoongi began shuffling the deck of cards in his hand, placing a card on top of it. We all got seated around the table and began playing Exploding Snap. It felt weird playing a game with these people when I barely know them, except for Jimin and Yoongi.

Soon, we were joined by Namjoon and Jungkook who decided to come eat dinner at The Three Broomsticks while they watch us play.

Sometime in the night, the alcohol I had consumed wore off and I found myself sobering up significantly. However, the effects weren’t permanent and I remained relatively drunk throughout the evening. And every time that happened, Seokjin would be there for me; checking up on me whenever I would get tipsy, or offering me some water. As we continued to play Exploding Snap, I eventually got tired and fell asleep leaning against Seokjin who wrapped his arms around me. The others all watched us, amused by how clingy I’d become with Seokjin, but none of them said anything. Even though it was embarrassing, I knew I needed the comfort and warmth. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt comfortable enough to lean against another person. So that’s exactly what I’ve done – leaning against Seokjin.

Chapter I

Chapter II

#bts #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #reader #seokjin x reader #seokjin x y/n #seokjin x you #hogwarts au

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messofhell · 2 years

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BORROWING THEIR CLOTHES - HAITANI RINDŌ

note: now this was supposed to be the third and last part of tkrv charas for borrowing their clothes, but because i can't seem to be satisfied with what i wrote, i'll post the one that's not the worst, that doesn't mean it's good tho, it's just not as bad as the others (might be edited, might not, 'cuz my english in there makes me cringe)

chara(s): rindō

wn: uh, it's not nsfw, but it's slightly implied towards the end i guess?

HAITANI RINDŌ

Rindō concluded that was the end of your conversation, he said no, and he wasn’t about to change his mind, no matter how much you pestered him about it. Yet, he underestimated your will to have the last word in. Before he could wrap an arm around your waist to drag you on his laps so the both of you could chill on the couch, you dodged him and, sticking your tongue out at him, flipped him off with a middle finger and ran towards his room to lock yourself in and, by extension, locking him out.

“Damn it, (F/n)!” he scowled, eyes seeing red as you did whatever you wanted again.

It was always the same with you, one little opening and it was all you needed to get on his nerves. Even though he should be used to it by now, he knew it would never stop to piss him off whenever you acted up. With long strides, knuckles clenched, he walked up to his door and slammed his fist on it several times, fuming.

“Open the fucking door! If you touch my things, I’m killing you!!”

Of course… they were empty threats, though he really had a mind to kill you at times, no matter how infuriating you were, he always let you go easy. Not without giving you the cold shoulder for days though. And you knew that. Which was why, willing to pay that price, you ignored his show of anger and approached his closet, not wasting a second in opening it and checking its contents. The first thing you saw was his gang outfit. It was really tempting, you’d always thought he looked extra cool in it and wondered if you’d look just as cool if you put it on, however… as you contemplated the idea, rummaging for another piece of clothing that you could possibly wear, one caught your eye and you grinned. His black turtleneck sweater.

“Now that looks really comfy…” peeking at the door real quick, making sure he hadn’t found a way to get in yet, you pulled your top off and threw it somewhere on the ground. “Alright, let’s try this on…”

But just as you were about to slip the sweater on, instead of a kicked down door like you expected, it opened normally, and you widened your eyes in surprise.

“What the- H-how did you-“

Rindō smiled ominously when he saw what you had in your hands, meanwhile, Ran walked past him with the keys twirling around his finger and waved at you smirking while a “have fun~” came out of him as he went into his own room. Your one and only ally gone and not coming back since he seemed to have picked his brother’s side this time. Taking advantage of you freezing, your boyfriend slammed the door shut behind him, cutting any possible escape route.

“Now then, how about you put that down and we have a nice little chat, (F/n).”

His eyes darkened and, for a second, you almost thought you saw his glasses glint as he slowly made his way towards you, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you down on the bed. You tried to get up, but he was fast and while one hand pulled your wrists above your head, the other slipped down your belly, sending shivers down your spine as your cheeks flushed, your eyes anywhere but on him since this was not what you expected to go through for pissing him off.

“Hey, pay attention.” His voice drew your gaze back to him, he was sneering down at you, amused by the expression on your face and brought his close to yours, nibbling on your lower lip. “You know what’s gonna happen now, don’t you?” he brought his lips close to your ear, scoffing. “It’s time to punish you. Let’s see if you can keep that bratty attitude of yours after I’m done.”

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OVERHEARING SOMEONE TALK ABOUT THEIR S/O

characters ♡ baji, mikey & mitsuya

tw ♡ insults (in reference to the reader), violence & robbery

KEISUKE BAJI

♡ baji never mentioned that he was dating you to anyone in toman

♡ in fact, he hoped that none of them even knew about your existence, because that would only lead to trouble; and he was correct

♡ he was simply taking a puff on his stationary motorcycle, when members of the division started to filter into the parking lot that he was currently trying to relax in

♡ usually he’d try to ward off strangers so he could enjoy his time alone but he knew these guys from toman, so he allowed them to stay as long as they’d keep their voices down and not bother him

♡ most of his attention was on his own thoughts, but it was immediately redirected when he heard your name brought up in their conversation

♡ only your last name, so he wasn’t even certain whether they were talking about you, but still his interest was piqued

♡ “they are on shift friday night, the only one left at eleven,” one of the guys explained, gesturing to his bat with a wicked smirk, “we’ll break in then. i’ll drive getaway.”

♡ “what if they call someone? shouldn’t we wait until they’ve left?” another suggested but was quickly corrected.

♡ “once they lock up the security system activates and it’ll be impossible to get in without alerting the cops. so we may as well bust in, handle them, and then steal the bikes.”

♡ baji cringed, since he was certain that they were talking about you —since you happen to work at a motorcycle shop on friday nights — he hated to think about what they meant by ‘handle’.

♡ “now stop askin’ stupid questions.” the same guy scoffed, twirling around his bat, “i used to work there, idiot, obviously i know what i’m doing.”

♡ the group of six all laughed at the one poor guy who asked the question, and baji did too

♡ he laughed at the irony behind how they were calling each other idiots, when they were all the ones talking about auto theft in broad daylight, and discussing doing unspeakable things to a person, when their boyfriend was standing in ear-shot with a bat and a motorcycle ready

♡ he did give them the benefit of the doubt in the latter aspect though; how were they supposed to know that y’all were dating when you are never seen spending time with each other?

♡ baji suddenly felt bad; it dawned on him that perhaps he had been neglecting your relationship as of recently. of course, it wasn’t with poor intention, in fact he thought he was taking the moral course of action by avoiding a situation where you are harmed because of his ties with toman

♡ however, being in a gang was no excuse to be a bad boyfriend, he figured

♡ for now, the least he could do was take care of these guys to save you the trouble

♡ but perhaps that wasn’t his brightest idea, he realised as he stood amongst the dejected bodies scattered across the ground, “i know you are all alive, so consider this a warning.” baji chuckled at the grunt one produced as he kicked him aside to head back over to his motorcycle

♡ before he left the area, obviously he stole all the cash he could from those guys, which gave him enough to buy the thing he had been eyeing for you

♡ though it took him a while to get his hands on it, it left him with the perfect opportunity to give it to you

♡ “oi, open up!” baji hollered as he pounded on your door; if baji wasn’t such a bruiser, you would’ve thought he was dying

♡ “what!?” you hissed, throwing the door open to reveal your frantic state.

♡ you were half angry at how loud he was being, and the other half at how he has been ignoring you for the past two weeks and finally decides to show up just as you were about to leave for work, in fact, you were running late for your night shift

♡ “no need to rush.” baji said, an odd sense of sincerity in his voice as he motioned for you to stop putting your shoes on, “you’re not going to work today.”

♡ you simply laughed, ignoring him and gathering your stuff to leave, “and why is that?”

♡ “well,” baji started, rubbing his chin for effect, “these guys from toman plan on robbing the place tonight. i did give them a warning, but they might still do it. and you know i just want you to be safe.” he said with a mischievous grin, as you both knew there was no way your shop was getting robbed tonight, unless the dudes wanted to try it with both arms broken

♡ “so did you just come here to tell me that, or is there something else?” although you tried to hide it, baji could tell by your subtle flustered expression that you were thankful

♡ “i found this.” he lied, cupping your hand to lift it and drop in a gold bracelet, “one of the guys had it on him.”

♡ you gasped, taking the bracelet to examine the fine details, and noticed how it had a small crystal heart attached, “yeah, i’m sure a member of toman just so happened to be wearing a charm bracelet.”

♡ “i never said he was wearing it!” baji spat, swiftly snatching it from your hand and holding it above his head, “i can pawn it if you don’t want it.”

♡ “i like it, though!” you said, reaching up for it, only for him to grab your wrist and put it on you

♡ “then forgive me for not hanging with you.” he muttered, angrily clipping the bracelet through furrowed brows, while you leaned in to plant a kiss on his forehead

♡ “it’s fine. i forgive you.” you couldn’t help but snicker at his word choice of ‘hanging out’, which resulted in you getting a swift flick to the forehead

♡ but before you could whine, he quickly followed it up with a kiss <33

MIKEY

♡ one day he was visiting mizo to find takemichi and he happened to walk passed a group of guys talking about how one of them planned on asking out a person from a different school

♡ at first he didn’t pay much attention since it was none of his business after all, until he heard that the person’s name and description just so happened to match yours

♡ so like any good boyfriend would, he halted and told draken to grab takemichi while he listened in

♡ as he gained more insight into the situation, he learned that the person happened to go to the same academy as you and had the same bus schedule too

♡ it didn’t take a genius to figure out that the person they were talking about was you

♡ as it turns out, the guy who planned on asking you out had your bus times memorised so if he was able to run fast enough, he would be able to reach your stop before you got on the bus, which is when he will ask you out

♡ or at least, that is what he hoped would happen if everything went smoothly and there was no unexpected interference from a group of delinquents

♡ mikey had many options on how to deal with this situation

♡ he could ask you to take a different bus, he could do nothing (because he trusted that you’d reject the guy either way) or he could beat them up right now to save himself the hassle later

♡ however, he decided to go with a more peaceful approach

♡ he continued eaves-dropping until everyone besides the lover boy had left, so he could have an amicable one-on-one conversation with him — definitely no threats involved — and advise the guy to stay in his fucking lane and never go near you ever again, kindly.

♡ when the day of the proposal arrived, mikey paid you a surprise visit after school and offered to walk you to the bus-stop; not because he was afraid that the dude might confess, but rather since he had booked you both tickets to the movies!

♡ but once you both arrive at the stop, you were greeted by the guy standing there holding a measly bouquet of flowers, looking quite taken back by the fact you were with someone else; even though mikey had done him the courtesy of explicitly telling him to back off

♡ though he must’ve not got message despite the hand-holding, and he obviously didn’t recognise mikey, otherwise he probably wouldn’t have continued to confess, albeit with quivering limbs and a black eye

♡ but before he could even stutter out a greeting, mikey hissed at him, “what the are you doing?” yet the guy only replied with a shrug

♡ upon observing the interaction, your eyes widen as you turned to look at mikey, “do you know him?”

♡ “never seen him before in my life, dear.” he smiled sweetly, but it was ineffective; you already knew he was lying as soon as he called you ‘dear’.

♡ “(y/n)!” the guy yelled, trying to catch your attention, but only shaking even more as your gaze fell on him, “i was going to ask you, if—”

♡ mikey let out an exaggerated yawn, widely outstretching his arms to distract both of you, “this has been fun, but we’re running late for the movie.”

♡ “but i’m not fin—” the poor boy was once again interrupted by mikey waving him goodbye, grabbing your hand and swiftly guiding you around him, back on the route to the cinema

♡ before he even got the chance to cry another plea, you had both already disappeared around the corner

♡ once mikey had dragged you both far enough away from the bus-stop, you began your interrogation, “seriously, who was that? and what was he trying to say? did you give him the black eye?” you had to stop to take a deep breath, “also, you said the movie would start in the evening!”

♡ mikey brought your hand up —which he had a tight grip on — and kissed the back of it gently, “my bad,” he chuckled slightly, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, “i forgot to mention him. i met him a few days ago and he was planning to ask you out so i politely informed him that you were taken.”

♡ “for some reason, i don’t believe that last part.”

♡ he snickered, “and yeah, the movie starts in the evening so we’re not running late. but he wasn’t taking the hint!” he whined while clinging to your arm, as if you were going to run away from him at any second, “forgive me?”

♡ “sure, whatever.” you sighed, rolling your eyes as you watched his expression light up, “but next time, mind your own business! i could’ve just said no, instead of you beating him up, or whatever you did.”

♡ “noted.”

MITSUYA TAKASHI

♡ during his time as the second division leader of toman, he’s overheard all kinds of stuff that he probably wasn’t supposed to; awkward small talk, plans to commit felonies, deep conversations, weed brownie recipes, discussions about health issues — the list goes on forever!

♡ however, one topic he has never heard any one ever have the audacity to speak about (within a ten mile radius of him), is you. even though, your relationship was public to toman.

♡ your name was often kept out of people’s mouth since you rarely interacted with any of the gang members when you visited, hence they didn’t really have anything bad (or good) to say about you. none of them knew you besides the title ‘boss’ partner’.

♡ so, that’s why mitsuya had to do a double take when he heard someone in his division mutter to the guy beside him, “why does his friend keep visitin’? it’s annoying. plus, they just sit and don’t talk to anyone besides ‘im. they must think they’re better than us or something.” right after mitsuya mentioned that you were visiting toman.

♡ he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow; did that guy really think that he was being sly and quiet? by the look on his face, he seemed pretty self-assured.

♡ “um, i heard you, idiot.” he hissed, pinching his nose and shaking his head as he watched the knucklehead stare at him dumbfounded, as if the whole room hadn’t heard him too.

♡ “don’t say shit like that. they don’t think they’re better than anyone.” he scorned, balling his fist and almost twitching with anger, fighting the urge to pummel that guy for the sake of his own reputation in toman

♡ and that impulse almost immediately dissipated as soon as you entered the room; his hand loosened and opened to cup your cheek

♡ he was as sweet as can be for the rest of the night, of course, and he still managed to send that dude daggers whenever he got the chance.

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