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DONT TEASE ME WITH PLATONIC BARTY AND BIG BRITHER SIRIUS STOP IM ON MY KNEES PLEASEE 🪩

okay so this accidentally ended up being almost 5.5k words??? whoopsie daisy.

this concept was a collaboration with @unstablereader and also intertwined a few requests for best friend Barty, big brother Sirius, and poly!moonwater hurt comfort!!

poly!moonwater x fem!reader who was bitten over the winter hols

CW: Best Friend Barty (i.e., swearing, chaos, slight insanity), Big Brother Sirius (i.e., coddling, bad cop, certified dumbass), swearing swearing swearing, slight muggle blasphemy, description of wounds/blood/injury, discussion of Sacred 28 Pureblood Families, etc etc etc - hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending

Barty Crouch Junior was a plethora of dichotomies and contradictions.

He was a good friend and a bad son. He was a smart boy who made horrible ideas. He was a rational person with unreasonable reactions. He was a menace and very reliable. He was a good lay and a bad boy.

Barty liked that about himself though; he liked that no one ever knew what to expect when it came to Bartemus Crouch Junior.

Though, he supposed to those who knew him, it would have been completely predictable for him to have stayed at Hogwarts over the winter holidays. Maybe he should have gone home – really surprised everyone then.

His nightly routine of trying to incendio Daily Prophet articles of his father with nonverbal and wandless magic was interrupted by an awkward thump on his dorm room door.

“Come in?” Barty called awkwardly, unsure who might be at his door seeing as his friends were all home for the holidays and the staff here tended to avoid him like Dragon Pox.

The doorknob began to rattle but it sounded as if the person on the other side of the door was struggling to turn it.

“Salazar’s saggy balls. WHAT!?” He seethed as he ripped the door open, determined to teach whoever was stupid enough to bother him a lesson when he came face to face with you.

Except...except you were crying, and bloody, and so pale.

“Treasure!?” Barty squawked, awkwardly catching you as you began to slide down the door frame which you were leaning the entirety of your weight on.

“Barty...I-” you started before a pained sob tore through your teeth. “I need help.”

“What happened?” Barty asked breathlessly, moving you from the door to his bed without your help after your left leg gave out on you.

“Barty...”

“What. Happened. Y/N?” He demanded.

“Barty, you cannot- cannot tell Reg and Remus. Pl- hnggh - please promise me you won’t tell them.”

“Tell them what, Treasure? What’s wrong!?” Barty pressed, beginning to panic when his bedding quickly became saturated with your blood.

“Promise me!” You shrieked, your voice carrying the most clarity since you had arrived.

“Okay! I promise!” Barty agreed readily. You didn’t seem convinced, however.

You shakily held your pinky out to him and stared intensely at him. “Promise me that y-, that you will not tell Remus or, or Regulus.”

Barty looked between your eyes and your pinky before finally interlocking your pinky with his. “I promise I will not tell Remus or Regulus.”

More tears fell as you began pulling your long winter robes off. You were wearing a long sleeved shirt and long trousers, but Barty could tell most of the bleeding was coming from your leg. Your fingers were shaking too much as you unsuccessfully tried unbuttoning your trousers, so Barty silently asked for your permission before undoing the button and zip for you.

You pulled the pants to your knee to expose a large...werewolf bite on your left thigh.

“Treasure.” Barty breathed out horrified, looking back up at you with tears in his eyes. “What...what happened? No, I ... I can see what happened. How did this happen?”

“I...I just-”

And you passed out.

“No! No no no. Nononononono.” Barty chanted as he tried to rouse you awake.

“Okay Barty, come on, think. You didn’t achieve all twelve O.W.L’s for naught.” He berated himself, lying you down on his bed and pulling your trousers the rest of the way off.

He turned you onto your right side and tried elevating your leg to stop the blood flow after he realized a simple episkey was not going to close the wound.

He realized that the reason you’d been struggling to open the door was that your wrist appeared to be broken, and you’d been leaning onto the doorframe to keep your weight off of your injured leg. That he could fix with an episkey, so at least he wasn’t completely useless.

His sweet, sweet Treasure. Bitten. By a werewolf!? Your parents...

Oh gods, your parents.

That’s why you were here.

You couldn’t go back home, not as a werewolf; your parents would kill you. The only thing worse to a Sacred 28 Family than a dead daughter would be a werewolf one.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Any why couldn’t he tell Lupin and Regulus!? Lupin was probably the only person who could actually help you right now. Barty hated that – hated that someone else could help you and he couldn’t – but he also loved that you had people who loved you and could help you.

Fucking fuck, he was supposed to be burning moving pictures of his father right now, not trying to bring his best friend back from the brink of death.

“That’s enough Treasure, you need to wake up.” He muttered, shaking you by your shoulders gently. When that still didn’t work, he cast a quick rennervate.

You groaned in pain and tried rolling onto your back.

“No, Y/N, you need to stay like this. I need you to tell me what happened.”

You moaned again and turned back towards him; eyes shut tight in pain.

“I...I needed to leave I, I – ugh.”

“Okay, okay. So you left, that much I can understand. How’d you get bitten?”

“I didn’t, I didn’t know it was there until it was too late, Barty. I swear it. I was following the trail behind my-my house and it just appeared! I fell back- backwards onto my arm when it lunged and I apparated once I realized what was happening, but it was...it was too- too late.”

“Where were you trying to go?”

“The Potter’s.”

“And why can’t you go there now?”

You opened your eyes at that, and Barty felt his heart fall out of his ass at the amount of pain that spilled from your eyes that had nothing to do with any of your various physical injuries.

“Rem... Rem hates himself. He hates The Wolf, he ha- hates his lycanthropy; he thinks he is a m... monster and deserves nothing. Barty, he’ll hate me.” You broke into a sob at the end of your sentence and Barty was very close to joining you.

He didn’t think you were right at all, mind you; he thinks it’d be rather impossible for anyone to hate you, least of all Lupin who seemed completely lovesick for you and Regulus. He didn’t think it was worth your energy to argue with you about it though, seeing as he already pinky promised not to go to the lycanthrope or your other boyfriend about this.

He didn’t know what to do, though. He needed to close this wound and stop the bleeding, he needed to pilfer from the infirmary, he needed to pilfer the potions supply closet, and he needed to figure out how to help a werewolf. And he needed to do all of these things whilst somehow not leaving your side at all.

“I’m tired, Barty.” You murmured quietly, startling him from his internal panic.

“You can’t sleep, Treasure. Not until we close this wound and stop the bleeding.”

He pulled out his third year DADA textbook to find the chapter on werewolves.

“Dangerous creature this, loss of moral sense that, right then – powdered silver and dittany applied to a fresh bite wound.” Barty recited as he read off his textbook. He looked over to your wound, still oozing and bleeding, though the new angle and elevation did seem to be helping staunch the blood flow at least a little.

“Right... fresh enough I suppose.” Barty sighed, making you promise to stay awake long enough for him to raid the potions supply closet and the infirmary to get the necessary ingredients.

Barty had been feeling quite confident in his plans.

Except something was very, very wrong.

The dittany and powered silver bubbled slightly where it interacted with your blood and flesh but didn’t seem to be sticking to your wound at all; it seemed that it was just causing you to moan in agony as Barty uselessly tried spreading it over your leg.

“You’re sure it was a werewolf that bit you?” He asked again. Barty was certain that if you were feeling better, you would have kicked at him.

He wished you could have kicked at him.

“Yes, Barty.” You cried.

“Oh, Treasure, I’m sorry.” He lamented, putting down his bowl of useless silver paste and brushing sweaty hairs away from your forehead.

“Salazar, you’re burning up, Y/N.” He commented, cupping your heated and flushed face with his hand.

“I’m cold.” You argued, awkwardly trying to pull at his bedsheets to cover your arms. Barty hated to add more layers on you when your fever was this high, but he couldn’t really bring himself to deny you, either.

Unfortunately, it appeared that Barty needed help.

Unfortunately, Barty made you a promise.

Fortunately, there were ways around that.

Unfortunately, that meant having to resort to a fate worse than death.

“Oh! Hello there.” Mrs. Potter greeted Barty as she rounded the corner after being alerted by the house elf that there was a student at the floo. “Are you looking for Regulus?”

Barty adorned his most charming (and least maniacal) grin as he bowed politely to Mrs. Potter like the proper Pureblood he'd been beaten raised to be.

“Euphemia Potter – looking as smashing as ever.” He said before returning to his full height. “Actually, I’m here for the lesser Black brother today.”

Mrs. Potter narrowed her eyes at his comment but pursed her mouth as if fighting back a smile.

“Am I to assume you’re referring to Sirius, Barty?”

Barty sighed in admiration. “Smart and pretty, Euphemia; how do you do it?”

“I’ll be right back, Mr. Crouch.” Mrs. Potter called over her shoulder as she left the floo reception room. Barty quickly pulled out the charmed compact mirror he had connected to a hand mirror which he had set up beside you before he left. You were asleep and shivering violently, but you were alive.

Help is coming, Treasure.

“Oh.” Barty heard, causing him to close the mirror and look up to see a confused looking Sirius pausing mid-step into the room. “Sorry, I’ll go get Regulus for you.”

Barty scoffed derisively. “Oh, come off it Black – give the woman a little credit, yeah? I asked for you. Now let’s go.” He barked, turning towards the floo flame.

He turned back when he realized Sirius wasn’t following him.

“Hello??” He called sarcastically. “Did you not hear me? I said let’s go.”

Sirius looked Barty up and down and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Why in the hells would I go anywhere with you?” Sirius asked bemusedly.

“Black!” Barty seethed. “I do not have time for this, we have to go now.”

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what this is about.”

Barty sighed and looked down to the hells for patience or possibly extra strong demonic powers to get through this conversation with Sirius.

“Where is Regulus right now?”

Sirius considered Barty skeptically but answered, nonetheless.

“Upstairs with Remus.”

Barty looked at Sirius at that. “Is it safe to assume he is helping him recover from last night?”

Sirius’ face fell and he levelled Barty with a hard glare. “What the hell are you on about, Junior?”

“Black, please believe that there is absolutely nothing in this realm that I’d rather be doing than sitting here asking for your help but I’m here doing just that.”

“For what?”

Regulus was here, and Regulus was helping Lupin, which meant that Lupin was also here with his supernatural hearing. Barty made you a promise – he would not tell Regulus or Remus what has happened.

“I need your help, because I’ve found a lost Treasure that seems to be in some Trouble.” Barty explained slowly, praying to every god that Sirius would pick up on his not-so-subtle clues.

Sirius’ eyes stayed narrowed at Barty before they grew comically in understanding.

“Where is-”

“Not here.” Barty interrupted. “Grab your things and come with me.”

“I have so many fucking questions.” Sirius muttered as he stepped through the floo, somehow ending up standing in the Slytherin common room.

“Like?” Barty asked in a bored tone.

“How the hell did you manage to connect the floo network to the Slytherin common room?” He started, realizing that it probably wasn’t the most important question, but it seemed to take precedence in his mind.

Barty turned to sneer at Sirius, though his steps never faltered as he sped towards what Sirius could only assume was his dorm.

“Really, Black? I tell you that your future sister-in-law is in dire need of your help, and that’s what you’re- you know what? I’m not surprised. The floo network is easy to manipulate so long as you know how to dismantle ancient wards.” Barty explained dismissively.

Easy. Dismantle ancient wards. Sure.

“What’s wrong with Y/N?” He asked much more seriously. Most (though not all) of the contempt drained from Barty’s face as he stopped in front of a door.

“She...she was bitten.”

Sirius just stared dumbly at the absolute last person he imagined he'd be spending his morning with as he let that information process.

He wasn't given much time, however, as Barty quickly opened the door and disappeared into the room, clearly unbothered to see if Sirius was following him in or not.

“Treasure? Hey, hey; it’s okay. Look? I brought some help, okay? You’re alright.” He cooed at a curled-up form on his bed – your curled-up form.

“Oh, Trouble.” Sirius breathed out in disbelief, surveying your shaking and battered body before his gaze paused on your exposed thigh – clear as day was a large canine bite, still bleeding.

“Oh, my girl.” Sirius cooed, feeling like he might be sick at the sight of one of his favourite people in the world in so much pain. It was very different from post moon care with Remus; Remus was seasoned, he was prepared, they were prepared.

You looked like you were dying.

“What’s wrong with her?” Sirius asked quickly, shaking himself and trying to force himself into action.

“Other than the very obvious werewolf bite?” Barty sneered. “She has a fever that won’t quit.”

“Take the blankets off.” Sirius ordered, earning him a whimper from your form.

“S’cold, Siri.” You whined.

“I know, Trouble, but you’re burning up.” He replied apologetically, pulling the blankets out of your currently much weaker grasp.

Barty looked like he was just as heartbroken as you were at the loss of the warmth, but clearly agreed with Sirius enough not to argue.

“Mean.” You pouted; eyes still screwed shut in pain.

“I know, I’m the worst.” He whispered, casting a quick auguamenti and glacius on a rag and placing it on your head, earning him another protesting groan from you.

“Why’s her leg still bleeding?” Sirius asked, eyes still on your face as he used the cloth to wipe away the sweat from your features. He quickly prepared two more rags and placed them on the back of your neck and your chest.

“I don’t know. I followed the instructions from our DADA textbook on werewolves – three tablespoons of powdered silver mixed with four tablespoons of dittany to create a paste. It did nothing but hurt her and aggravate me.” He admitted, sounding horribly dejected.

“Where’s the silver from?”

“Slughorn’s supply closet.”

Sirius groaned. “That’s why. The school buys the cheapest ingredients they can to keep costs low. That won’t be pure silver.”

“Well, where in the hells are we supposed to find pure silver then?” Barty groaned.

Of all the times for Sirius to not be at Grimmauld Place anymore – that place was teeming with pure silver.

Pure...

Toujours pur.

“Regulus.” Sirius whispered no louder than a breath. You didn’t seem to hear him, your lucid moment clearly over; but Barty did.

“I promised Y/N I wouldn’t tell Lupin or Regulus.” He explained plainly, causing Sirius to groan.

“Then what are we supposed to do?”

Barty turned his face to glare at Sirius. “I promised Y/N I wouldn’t tell Lupin or Regulus.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “I heard you, Junior. So, what are we going to do then?”

Barty let out a long-suffering sigh. “I promised Y/N I wouldn’t tell Lupin or Regulus.”

Sirius’ brows furrowed and he cautiously lifted his hand to press the back of it to Barty’s head, checking for fever of his own. Barty aggressively swatted him away.

“Are you quite alright, Junior? Is this a stroke?”

“I need you to listen to me very carefully, Black. Okay? Are you listening to my words?”

Sirius nodded at him as Barty grabbed Sirius by the shoulders and stared imposingly into his eyes. “I – Bartemus Crouch Junior – promised that sweet, lovely Treasure you call Trouble over there, that I – Bartemus Crouch Junior – would not tell Remus Lupin or Regulus Black. I promised her.”

Now, Sirius feels it’s important to note that it was currently maybe seven o’clock in the morning, and he’d only just stepped out of the shower after washing away a night of romping in the woods around Potter Manor with Moony as Padfoot last night to be told there was someone at the floo for him; in other words, he was fucking exhausted. And to add to that, he had one of his least favourite people tell him that one of the worst possible things happened to one of his favourite people. So, sue him for what he said next.

“I don’t understand.”

“Fucking son of a mother fucking cunt, I swear to that fucking muggle-religion-wizard-guy-that-caused-the-whole-brew-ha-ha-in-that-big-ass-muggle-tome I will shave that fucking head of yours and wear your hair as a wig; I cannot tell Lupin and Regulus.” Barty spat, though somehow managed to keep his voice low enough to not gain your attention.

“Yes, yes, yes. You promised her.” Sirius lamented. “You p- wait... you promised her. You promised her.”

“Thank Merlin and Morgana.” Barty groaned as fell to his knees in exhaustion, clearly more than thankful that Sirius had finally gotten it.

“I’ll be back.” Sirius announced and started towards the fireplace in the Slytherin common room in order to retrieve his brother.

Regulus looked up from the pages of his novel to survey Remus’ form again. His boyfriend laid on his back with his head propped up on two pillows and his eyes closed as the soft morning light filtered its way through the sheer curtains and painted his features in its warm glow.

Regulus knew Remus was likely exhausted and sore and perhaps feeling awfully sorry for himself right now, but Regulus wasn’t sure he ever looked more beautiful.

“You should take a picture; it’ll last longer.” Remus commented dryly, never bothering to open his eyes as a smile danced on his lips.

“Ha ha.” Regulus deadpanned, returning his gaze to his book with a blush taking over his face.

“You worry too much, love. I’m okay.”

“I know you’re okay.” Regulus argued.

“Yet you still worry?”

“Yet I still worry.”

Regulus heard Remus’ head turn against his pillow, and he looked back up to see Remus regarding him.

“Have you heard from her by chance?” Remus whispered as if fearing the answer he knew was coming.

Regulus knew it was you who Remus referred to; they’d been waiting quite impatiently for your owl for the past few days.

You had promised to write as often as you could - every day if possible – over the winter holidays. The last correspondence they had with you was four days ago as you told them of some family gathering at your home.

He hated to be the bearer of bad news, but he could tell he was caught at the disappointed sigh from Remus.

“No, mon loup. I’m sorry.” Regulus admitted.

Remus let out another sigh and leaned his head back down on the pillows, squishing his eyes shut as if the pain of not knowing how you were was more painful than the current aching in his bones.

“Hey, Reg?” Regulus heard his brother call from the door.

“He’s awake.” Regulus called back simply.

“How’re you feeling, Moons?” Sirius asked, walking towards the end of the bed with his hands in his pocket.

“Been worse.” Remus answered.

“I...” Sirius started, cutting himself off with a sigh.

“Spit it out, Sirius. We’ve not got all day.” Regulus drawled and put his book down. He couldn’t stop his heart rate from picking up when he noticed Sirius’ discontent, however; sudden flashbacks of Sirius standing in Regulus’ doorway begging him to pack his things and leave with him bombarding his mind.

“What is it, Pads?” Remus asked, seeming to pick up on his friend’s anxiety as well.

“I need your help.” He admitted. “It’s...it’s Y/N.”

Remus sat up all too quickly and winced at the cracking of his back.

“What is it? Where is she? Is she okay?” He asked, trying to free himself from the bedding that Regulus had tucked him into hours earlier.

“No, well, yes...she-”

“Where is she?” Regulus whispered in horror.

“With Junior. At Hogwarts.”

Regulus relaxed slightly to at least know you were safe at Hogwarts and with Barty, though that raised more questions than answers for him.

“How do you know that?” Regulus asked, all the while Remus continued struggling to dress himself despite his various aches and pains.

“Junior told me.” Sirius admitted, finally taking pity on his friend and helping him dress whilst his boyfriend sat their uselessly.

“Why did he tell you? When did he tell you?”

“This morning!” Sirius barked, clearly growing agitated, “listen, I just-”

“What happened to her, Sirius?” Remus begged, finally taking a moment to catch his breath and stare at his friend imploringly. “What happened to her that Junior told you and not us?”

Sirius swallowed thickly before he answered.

“She was bitten, Rem.”

All colour drained from Remus’ face and Regulus sat stock still.

“Was it me?!” Remus asked through a choked sob. This seemed to snap Regulus out of his uselessness and he reached for Remus’ shoulder to squeeze it affectionately.

“No, no. Moony, no one was there last night. I swear it.”

“What...why do you need my help? What do you need?” Regulus asked quietly, standing to pull on his own jacket and retrieving his and Remus’ wands from the dresser.

“We can’t get the wound to close, and she’s got a wicked fever that we can’t bring down. She’s barely lucid, she's lost an insane amount of blood, and the silver at the school didn’t work to close it and-”

“No, it wouldn’t.” Remus agreed breathlessly.

“Why not?”

“Too costly to give pure powdered silver to a bunch of students who make throw away potions – they only use what works in the brew but not in practice.” Remus explained, groaning as he stood and quickly transfigured his suitcase into a cane on account of his hip after the transformation.

“So, you need pure silver? Like... the ring!” Regulus whispered, hastily ripping the Black Family signet ring from his thumb and passing it to Sirius.

“We need to go now. She can’t afford to lose any more blood, and it should have been closed immediately.” Remus pressed, making his way to the door albeit a little shakily.

Regulus was sick with worry; for you, your life, your future, your family, for Remus and how upsetting this must be for him as well, but something still wasn’t making any sense.

“Why did Barty tell you?” Regulus asked as they stepped through the floo into the Slytherin common room, making a mental note to ensure that it was closed before the rest of the students returned from winter holidays.

Sirius grimaced slightly and turned to look at his friend who he was supporting as they followed Regulus to the dorm room.

“She...she made him promise not to tell you guys.” Sirius admitted.

Remus’ steps faltered and Regulus turned, ready to help Sirius in catching him, only to notice that he wasn’t falling but rather had stopped walking all together.

“Why wouldn’t she want us to know?” Remus asked mournfully.

“I never did hear why.” Sirius admitted, encouraging Regulus forward with a nod of his head.

The three of them entered the room to find Barty sitting on a low stool beside you with his pinky interlinked with yours. Your eyes were still shut tightly and your breathing was shallow, but Regulus could hear Barty talking lowly to you and your occasional responses.

“I like that song about the fighter, the writer, and the ruler.” Barty murmured quietly to you.

Your brows twitched as you gritted out “it’s Soldier, Poet, King.”

“Ah, right you are, Treasure.” Barty responded, looking over his shoulder at the new additions to the room. “You always know everything.”

“How is she?” Sirius asked as he dropped the signet ring inside the mortar and pestle and traded seats with Barty who began to grind it into powder, and Regulus and Remus moved to stand near the end of the bed to take in your form.

“Hanging in there, Black.” Barty responded to Sirius, though he looked at Regulus as he said it.

Sirius must have noticed Regulus’ death glare being pointed at Barty and opted to intervene.

“Hey, Trouble?” Sirius asked you gently, brushing some of your damp hair away from your forehead. You hummed in acknowledgement without opening your eyes.

“Why didn’t you want Remus and Regulus to know, sweets?”

You whimpered as your face morphed into agony, eyes finally opening to look at Sirius through fat tears.

“Remus will hate me.”

Remus actually whimpered at that, clearly itching to move towards you, but not wanting to interrupt you.

“Why would he hate you, sweets?”

“He hates werewolves.”

Remus’ head dropped in shame as Regulus rubbed soothing circle into his back.

“But he loves you, Trouble.” Sirius pressed, watching Remus all the while.

“Not anymore.” You sighed in resignation, closing your eyes once more.

“Always, dove.” Remus insisted. You squeezed your eyes tightly as if you were trying to convince yourself that he wasn’t there.

“Do you hear me? I will always love you. There is nothing that could ever happen that would make me hate you, okay?” He carried on, slowly making his way to the other side of the bed in order to curl up behind you and pull your back into his front.

You whimpered, though Regulus was sure it was less from physical pain and more in distress.

“What about Reggie?” You cried as Sirius continued rubbing his thumb across your forehead.

“It’s almost ready.” Barty interrupted as he began measuring out the silver and dittany.

“Reggie thinks the world of you, dove.” Remus murmured into your hair, looking over at Regulus imploringly.

“You’ve got a lot of people who care about you, Trouble.” Sirius added. “We’re not going to let you do this alone.”

“It’s done, Treasure. We’re gonna fix you up.” Barty said as he made his way over, keeping his eyes trained on Regulus.

“Dovey, this is going to hurt an awful lot, okay? But you’re so brave, you’re so brave and then you’ll feel all better, okay?” Remus spoke into your hair, keeping you pressed tightly to his form as you began to struggle against his hold.

“Regulus, you need to be brave for her.” Sirius ordered, looking as severe as Regulus ever remembers his older brother being.

What could Regulus have ever done to make you think it was at all possible for him to feel anything but love for you?

How could Regulus ensure that you never thought such things again?

“I’m right here, amour. Okay? You’ve got four of us here who love you, we’re not going anywhere.” He pressed, moving to take over Sirius’ place on Barty’s short stool as Sirius positioned himself close to your feet.

“I don’t want to hurt.” You cried, breathing becoming slightly erratic as Remus added more pressure in keeping your arms pinned to your sides.

“I know, amour. It’ll be over soon, okay?” Regulus tried, brushing hair away and pressing his lips to your overly hot forehead.

“You’re so brave, Y/N. We’ve got you, okay? Such a brave girl, come on babylove, you’re okay.” Remus chanted, looking over at Sirius as he pinned your ankles to the bed and Barty transfigured a stirrer in an applicator.

“Please. I don’t want to.” You begged.

“You’re so brave.” Remus repeated, pressing his mouth to the top of your head as his own tears fell into your hair.

“Do it.” Regulus insisted, not wanting to prolong this anymore.

Regulus nearly dropped his wand in his haste to throw up a silencing charm around the dorm room as your screams bounced off the stone walls in time with Barty’s first swipe of the ointment.

Regulus couldn’t hear the words spilling from Remus’ lips, but he knew that he was whispering sweet encouragements to you as he cried in sympathy. Sirius looked to be using all his strength to keep your legs pinned down as you struggled, and his eyebrows furrowed on your behalf as well.

“You’re okay, amour. You’re okay.” Regulus insisted for both of your benefits, watching as Barty applied the last of the paste to your leg.

“Now what!?” Barty shouted over your agonized cries.

“Breathe dove, breathe. The pain will fade, just breathe.” Remus coached, rocking the both of you gently back and forth as you sobbed.

“You’ve done so well, amour, so well. Ma courageuse fille; you’re so brave.” Regulus praised, taking both of your hands into his and pulling them from Remus’ grasp to press kisses to your knuckles. “Tu as si bien fait, tu es la personne la plus forte que je connaisse.”

It took some time and many more encouragements before your sobs decreased into pitiful hiccups and whimpers as you looked towards Regulus.

“You don’t hate me?” You asked pitifully.

Regulus used his thumb to wipe away the tears that were still falling as Remus caressed your arms.

“It never even crossed my mind, cheri. I could never; non.” Regulus insisted.

“I’m so sorry, dove.” Remus whispered into your head. “I’m so sorry this has happened to you.”

“Remus.” Sirius warned.

“Not because it makes her any less lovely, Sirius. But because she doesn’t deserve it.” Remus explained.

“I’m scared.” You admitted timidly.

“I know, dove.”

“Lucky for you, Trouble, you’ve got some seasoned professionals here.” Sirius added, nudging Remus’ foot.

“Can I start the animagus process now, Rem?” Regulus groaned, looking at Remus pointedly.

“I guess it wouldn’t be fair to make you sit out on full moons now.” Remus relented – he’d always hated the idea of putting the two of you in any undue danger, but he couldn’t deny Regulus of the two of you, nor you of Regulus; not when you would need him most.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Barty interrupted, moving his skeptical glance between the four of you. “You’re telling me that animagi can romp around with the likes of werewolves?”

Remus nuzzled his face impossibly further into your head as Sirius chuckled.

“Werewolves don’t care about animals. In fact, it makes them quite happy to have a ‘pack’.” Sirius explained.

Barty laughed conspiratorially. “Well, sign me the fuck up. Regulus, I’ll buy the first mandrake leaf; my treat!” He called as he grabbed his jacket and wand and headed for the door, likely heading to Hogsmeade for supplies in his excitement.

“Moony is not going to like him.” Sirius proclaimed flippantly, finally falling into a chair in exhaustion after Barty was gone.

“It’s not just about him, anymore.” Remus responded, pressing a kiss to your head. Regulus could tell your fever was reducing, though your cheeks were still flushed.

You had a lot to discuss; what happened, why it happened, and where to go from here. But for now, Regulus was just happy you were alive, currently safe, surrounded by people who loved you, and agreeable to him running you a bath.

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FORBIDDEN HEIR part3

Feyd Rautha x reader . ་ ˖ ࣪ ་ ⭐️

Part 2

Summary : The wedding of you and feyd, and the morning after your wedding night.

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Your body still bears the marks of childbirth, and the sudden transition from a simple life to the wife of a powerful dangerous man feels overwhelming. You stand before the mirror, your wedding dress hanging delicately in front of you. The lace details, the flowing train, it's all so beautiful, but your eyes can't help but focus on the flaws of your body the slight bulge around your waist, the imperfections that seem magnified in the off white fabric. You are grateful for your son but the pregnancy was not easy. And now, in the aftermath of childbirth your body is still in recovery mode. The scars of labor are still fresh, the physical toll of bringing new life into the world evident but you wouldn't trade a moment of it for anything in the world. You’re proud to have a child with feyd and he was a good father to your son.

Feyd loved your new body, it was proof that you had his child. He wanted everyone to know that he had claimed you such a manner. His hot mouth glides across your jawline, down to your neck, leaving countless bites and bruises. You’re so beautiful to him. “I want our next one to look just like you,” he mutters, while eating you on your shared bed. You shriek, eyes rolling back. "Give me a daughter that looks like you?" He muttered between kisses.He was already thinking about planting his seed to into you again.. He was glad he has had the honor to marry you.

The wedding is a grand celebration, attended by leaders from across the galaxy. As you exchange vows with Feyd you can't help but feel a mix of happiness and nervousness. Yet, his reassuring words before the wedding gave you a glimmer of hope that everything would go smoothly.

"You look beautiful" he said while grabbing you’re waist, pulling you closer.

Among the lavish party, gifts pour in from far and wide. Exquisite jewels from distant planets, rare artifacts, and priceless treasures adorn your new home. The anticipation and nerves of the first wedding night are palpable as you and Feyd retreat to your room. As you stand on the balcony, the moon casting a soft glow over the world below, a whirlwind of emotions churns within you. It's your wedding night, yet you can't shake the nervous flutter in your stomach. You know your husband has seen every crevice of your body but you still feel nervous about it. Just as you're lost in thought, Feyd steps onto the balcony, his presence a comforting.

You see him approaching you with a smirk on his lips "what's on your mind?"

You take a deep breath, summoning the courage to voice your fears.

You hesitantly speak "I... I'm nervous about tonight."

Feyd's brows furrow in concern as he steps closer, enveloping you in his reassuring embrace.

"You are more beautiful to me than words can express, regardless of how you may perceive yourself. Your body is alluring no matter how you look, I’m grateful for the son you have given me and I admire you for it" He said grabbing onto your tits that are filled with milk, gently pulls you closer to him and kisses your lips softly. He grabs your ass and gives it a squeeze, "you were always mine but now everyone knows it" he said inches from you’re face

You glance away, feeling your cheeks blush

Feyd gently tilts your chin up, locking eyes with you

"I want you to undress me" he says, his voice a command that sends an wave current through your body.

You reach up and start to unbutton his shirt, your fingers fumbling slightly as you try to undo the buttons. He watches you with a smirk on his face, enjoying the sight of you trying to undress him.

You finally manage to undo the last button and pull his shirt off, revealing a well toned chest. "You like what you see?" he asks as you take him all in with your eyes. "Yes I do." you say with a nervous smile.

"Dont be nervous, tonight will be like all the other nights l've taken you, I know you like the back of my hand love" he said as his hands move down your back, cupping the curve of your ass and pulling you closer to him. You can feel his hardness against you as he grinds into you with a slow rhythm that sends shivers through your body. You can feel his hands slide down your back and into the waistband of your panties.

He slides them off slowly, exposing your ass to him for the first time on this night. It had grown twice as size from the result of pregnancy and you could tell that he was loving it as he grabbed your ass and gave it a squeeze. He then crouched down onto his knees in front of you and brings one of your legs over his shoulder and eats you out while you are leaning against the balcony railing. He sucks on your clit and licks up the cum that is leaking out of you, his tongue flickering over every inch of your pussy as he brings you to an orgasm.

He picked you up and fucked you against the railing, your legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into you. You could feel his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust, the pleasure building inside you until it was too much to bear. You came hard, your pussy clenching around his cock as he continued to fuck you through the orgasm. He finally pulled out of you and let you slide down onto your knees in front of him.

"Clean my cock", he said as you took his cum covered dick into your mouth and sucked it clean. He grabbed the back of your head, pushing deeper inside until all 10 inches were down your throat. You gagged and choked on his cock, your eyes watering as he used you like a fuck toy.

"everyone can probably look up and see my pretty little wife pleasing her husband” he said as he cums in your mouth. He tells you to swallow it all.

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You had sex multiple times that night and per usual he was not gentle with you. So the next morning you spend the rest of your day in bed, recovering from the intense fucking he gave you.

As you slowly awaken from sleep, you're greeted by the sight of Feyd sitting in the soft morning light, cradling your newborn son in his arms with a tender expression on his face. Your heart swells with love at the sight of the two most important people in your life.

"Good morning, my loves." You said softly

Feyd looks up, his eyes he meets your gaze. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

You stretch out, feeling the soreness in your muscles and between your legs from the night before. "not exactly. I'm feeling a bit sore, to be honest." Feyd's smile widens, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes.

"Well, it seems like i did a good job then."

You playfully swat at him, rolling your eyes as you reach out to take your son into your arms.

Feyd chuckles, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your forehead.

꒰ ୨୧ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ・┈ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈・┈ ୨୧꒱꒱

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emmyrosee · 1 month

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suna and 11? CONGRATS EMMY!!!!

THANK YOU ANGEL FACE 🥹🩷

anonymous said 11. Suna and maybe u can tie it with ur recent post and possibly make them break up??? ❤️

11 with Suna… Argument 💔

There’s a deep rooted insecurity suna rintaro holds.

It’s not one he talks about often, nor do you bring it up, because it’s dumb, it’s a stupid little thing that you both know doesn’t make a difference in your relationship, yet Rintaro always finds himself harping and beating himself up over it.

Right now is no exception, as you stand across from him with your hands scrubbing your face, clearly exhausted by the fight.

“I don’t think of Osamu like that!”

“You sure had a hell of a time showing it!”

You had a crush on Osamu first.

Way back when rintaro wasn’t even into you, he couldn’t have known you from some random soul, you had feelings for osamu, but you never acted on them because you assumed he never liked you back- not to mention his insane fan girls. You kept your distance until you moved on; only to meet Rintaro in college, recognizing each other about three weeks in, where your feelings for him started to bloom.

You’d let it slip to him once when recounting high school memories how you fell hard for the dark haired twin, and while yes, it made rintaro tense up, you assured him it was over. You were done with him.

Yet every time you hang out with the group, Rintaro feels that same jealousy creep up his spine.

“God, when will it click for you that I love you!” You cry, desperate for him to hear you. “You! Only you! For five years Rintaro, it’s only ever been you!”

“Don’t act like you still don’t-“

“I DONT!” You bark. “I don’t! Whatever you’re about to say, I. Don’t. Because I do, with you!”

He feels sick to his stomach at this point, your sharp words to him only translating as a defense against his words, desperate to keep something hidden.

Not as a genuine frustration.

“I think you should go be with Osamu,” he snarls. “Since your so comfortable getting him drinks and putting your hands on him-“

“I wasn’t making out with the kid, I was patting his back after a joke!”

“-and maybe you should be with him since he’s just soo funny-“

“MAYBE I WILL!” You shriek.

The plates in the kitchen settle and the doors creak softly at the force of your yells, and your eyes glimmer with remorse but your face harbors exhaustion.

“…what?” He croaks.

“Maybe I should go be with literally anyone else,” you choke. “Since you think I’m flirting with anyone and everyone in the goddamned circle-“

“Wait- no, I just-“

“I don’t care what you do,” you whimper. “I’m sick of your jealousy. I’m sick of your hatred of my friendship with some kid who couldn’t give a fuck about me- you literally picked up the pieces of me he shattered, yet you still think there’s a chance I could love him?” You scoff, “you’re ridiculous.”

He sobers up as you throw your arms out in defeat, “I’m so… tired, of the accusations, Rintaro. I’ve given you five years of unconditional love and gratitude. And all you can boil me down to is someone who had a crush in high school?”

“I’m just so worried to lose you,” he says, voice breaking.

“Yeah? Well, you’ve lost me.” You take a step back and gnaw on your lip, “I’m going to go. Think long and thorough about this. But just know, I’ll always love you. Even if you’ve never trusted me.”

“No, no, no, please, don’t leave-“

“I’ll talk to you later…. Okay?”

He’s never going to hear from you again. This, he knows.

The door closes, and he wipes his tearful eyes with the back of his head, slipping out his phone to look at your happy smiling face again, one he took off the face of the earth with his jealousy.

There’s a black screen that faces back to him. It won’t turn on. He groans and hucks the thing across the room, hearing it clang somewhere far enough away.

He’ll deal with it in the morning. For now, he’s got some wallowing to plan out.

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 1 month

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Vaggie: "Okay ha ha, very funny. Who stole me and Charlie's laundry out of the dryer again- Angel Dust!"

Angel Dust: "Wasn' me."

Vaggie: "Are you wearing my fucking skirt!?"

Angel Dust: "Ooooh~ it's a FUCKIN' skirt, huh? This one kept special for when Charlie jumps ya?"

Vaggie: "Que te la pique un pollo- NO."

Angel Dust: "Aw c'mon toots, we all know you have one~"

Vaggie: "Give me back. My skirt. You. Ass."

Angel Dust: "Speakin' of... is it really still YOUR skirt, Vagina, if MY ass is the one lookin' so utterly fine and fabulous in it?"

Vaggie: "YOU DONT HAVE AN ASS, ANGEL DUST."

Angel Dust: "Yeah? Then what's this beautiful thang here, hmm?"

Vaggie: "I don't know because there's nothing there for you to even POINT at, twig twink!"

Husk: "HA!"

Angel Dust: "Ugh fiiine. Since you're being nice an' usin' my preferred pronouns-"

Vaggie: "Twig???"

Husk: "Twink."

Angel Dust: "-I'll hand over the girlfriend-fucking skirt. The delicius heat from the dryer's mostly gone now anyway. Jus' lemme grab something to throw on over it first..."

Vaggie: "Seriously? THAT'S why you took it?? Dryer heat?"

Angel Dust: "Next best thing to hot bath at the end of a day's hard work, baby! A day's VERY hard, throbbing, aching work-"

Vaggie: "I will throw this spear at you. I WILL ruin your stupid hair."

Husk: "Fucking do it."

Vaggie: "YOU shut up too. You're the one who taught him this in the first place, aren't you?"

Husk: "WHAT? I don't put on your fucking skirts!"

Angel Dust: "Wha' about her non-fucking ones?"

Husk & Vaggie: "Shut up."

Angel Dust: "Touché~ Protestin' too much, me thinks~”

Vaggie: "Husk- we all know you're the one waiting for the dryer to finish so you can drag the laundry onto the floor and sleep on it!"

Husk: "That's bullshit- you've got no proof-"

Angel Dust: "Cat hair, Mr. Whiskers."

Husk: "The fucking hotel has a cat!"

Vaggie: "That smells like a bar and also sheds feathers?"

Husk: "FUCK."

Angel Dust: "Don't break yourself up over it, kitten daddy- If you hadn't shown me the joys of laundry shopping, I'd never have known how GOOD I look in this jacket."

Vaggie: "???? You- IS THAT CHARLIE'S!?!?"

Angel Dust: "Goes good with the skirt, huh? If you two had a kid, they'd fucking SLAY."

Vaggie: "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING HER JACKET"

Angel Dust: "Look- she's the only one in this fancy prancy hotel that's got the same measurements as me, at least in the shoulder, hips, and torso department! The only one who's clothes don't smell like dead deer and dusty old radios, anyway!! I'm kinda low on options here, okay?"

Vaggie: "WHAT ABOUT THE OPTION OF DON'T StEAL OUR STUFF?? THAT'S LIKE, THE EASIEST FUCKING OPTION YOU COULD HAVE!"

Angel Dust: "Orrrrr, you two could adopt me as you gay lovechild and give me some fuckin' hand me downs. Or money."

Vaggie: “OUR WHAT!?”

Angel Dust: “Fuck it, give me money an’ I’ll buy my own clothes, mom.”

Vaggie: “I. Am. NOT-”

Charlie: “-hey guys! Has anyone seen my….”

Charlie: “…uh, Vaggie? Why is Angel Dust dressed like our gay lovechild?”

Angel Dust: “HA!”

Charlie: “And did he just call you ‘mom??’”

Vaggie: “I give up. Anyone needs me, I’ll be in the laundry room, shoving myself in the dryer on the hellfire setting.”

Husk: “You’ll have to fucking drag Niffty out first.”

Vaggie: “What.”

Charlie: “What?”

Angel Dust: “WHAT”

Husk: “She was crawling in head first when I left after waking up- uhh- after getting something.”

Angel Dust: (shrieking) “AN’ YOU LEFT HER THERE???”

Vaggie: “Oh shit-”

Charlie: “Vaggie- go! Fly!! Go go go now Now NOW- EMPLOYEE IN THE INDUSTRIAL CLEANING EQUIPMENT THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!!”

- meanwhile, in the laundry room-

THUMP THUMP THUMP

THUMP…. Thump………… thump

Alastor: “…”

Alastor: (reaches over to knock on dryer door)

Alastor: “Having fun, dear?”

Niffty: (flopping limply half out of dryer) (battered) (scorched) (GRINNING) “Ow pain!”

Alastor: “Quite.”

Niffty: “Heheheh… heHEHEHEH.”

Niffty: (sets the dryer to max again) “More…. PAIN!!!” (shuts door from the inside) (grins from other side with her face pressed against the glass)

Alastor: “Fascinating.”

Thump…Thump. Thump. THUMP THUMPTHUMP-

Cherri Bomb: “…”

Cherri Bomb: “…Know what? You kids have fun. I’m just gonna go, like, break into someone’s house and murder them so I can use their washer and dryer. That’ll be less fucked up than….. whatever this is.” (hefts basket of bloody laundry and bombs) (waves over her shoulder while leaving) “Bye~”

#hazbin hotel #vaggie #angel dust hasbin hotel #husk hazbin hotel #chaggie #charlie morningstar #alastor the radio demon #niffty hazbin hotel #cherri bomb hazbin hotel #incorrect quotes #silly nonsense #that feeling when your coworker leaves their own bloodstains on the inside of the dryer machine #so you need to wash it before anyone can do laundry again #(and before cherri bomb can try quick-drying stuff with explosives in the mean time)#(......again)

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st4rrth0ughts · 3 months

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Hello!!! Since I've been reading all of ur fics especially the hsr ones, I like it so much(⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠) . I don't know how you got the idea of it and it makes me feel giddy. If u may , can I request: I want to do unspeakable things to Welt Yang(I main him) like I wanna mark him, bite him, doing different positions, just mating non-stop, I don't know what to add for the reader, you can add tho if ya want, but I want the reader taller (⁠｡⁠・⁠/⁠/⁠ε⁠/⁠/⁠・⁠｡⁠). This is my first request btw (I apologize if I have the wrong grammar or the text of it)

Can I be your "❄️" anon? (⁠>⁠0⁠<⁠；⁠)

bestie no need to apologise that thought is so real (btw whats your team comp i need one for peepaw)

welt with a taller baker reader from the luofu 👓🦯

tw, cw: angst (reader is dead in hi3,) i dont play hi3, food play (occasionally feeding him some chocolates for being a good boy, nothing extreme), petplay, reader is immortal and thus is extremly confused on how Welt's vocal cords are working a/n: 1. what the fuck is a honkai 2. should i play hi3 3. does anyone hate feeding and fattening related kinks??? sorry but i just- cant even try and read those fics ngl the art makes it WORSE

welt loves you. at least, that's what he tells himself, seeing your counterpart work around in the luofu's famed bakery, having been years since he's held your dying body in his arms, sobbing as the light drained from your eyes. He's snapped out of his thoughts as you shoot him a friendly grin, gesturing the man and his two companions to come in. You look the exact same that he remembered you. But your not the same person. He cant just go in and try to convince you he's your lover from another universe, he'll look like a maniac! well, it seems the months of exchanging letters and gifts has won him the spot in your heart. Oh, and in your bed, as a bonus.

Sometimes, when Welt looks at your face, he feels like both crying and hugging you. You just- looked so much like your dead counterpart, from your eyes and hair, down to the way you fucked and handled him with so much care in bed. But he knows that you aren't them, never will be, in fact. And that's okay. He loves you in his own way, just like he loved them once. The man would never lump the two of you together, because you aren't them. (blade im looking at you)

But for now, he doesn't focus on that, simply relaxing in your hold, letting you unbutton his shirt, slide your hands over his underwear, your coarse but gentle voice sending shivers down his spine. A small whimper escapes his mouth as your finger teases his entrance, while you grin at how slick he already is, at least you dont have to find the lube. Lifting his thighs onto your shoulder, and licking that sweet pussy delicately, eliciting a delightful moan from the man, fisting your hair as he tries to grind weakly against you face.

This lovely man, for someone that's 82 years old- well, in human years? You were an immortal from the Luofu, humans are confusing. That being said, from what you've read, humans are more fragile in this state. How he was squealing and crying out in such a high pitched voice, arching his back as tears spill from his eyes as your tongue ravishes his pretty pussy, you figure that he's straining himself, just for you. How adorable, he's doing such a wonderful job. and good boys deserve a huge reward! Cooing softly as you push a small piece of chocolate in his mouth, watching him swallow it as he pants softly, a delirious smile on his face.

Grunting as you gently placed a collar around the man's neck, the leash's end gently clicking around the loop, smiling as he whines softly at the gentle pressure on his bite ridden neck. Pulling the leash closer, the bell jingling lightly as you pull him in for a sloppy kiss, free hand reaching down to fondle his nipples, watching the brunette throw his head back as he jerks from the stimulation, shrill shrieks escaping the man's mouth as he begs for your cock in him, to fill his cunt with your cum. He's been doing such a good job, he deserves the final prize.

Muffling his sobs as your cock pounds into him from behind, only for his head to be yanked back as you tut your tongue disapprovingly, his mind only registering about how he was being such a naughty little puppy, and that if he does that again, you'll just stuff a plug up his pussy, and leave him there, and he doesn't want that! So he's your good boy, eyes rolling back and tongue lolling out as he makes sounds that rival the top pornographic models you've seen. Aeons- you can practically feel your cock threathening to cum when he squirts for the nth time, kiss ridden thighs quivering as he begs so, so sweetly for you.

When you finally cum in him, he wails as he creams around your cock, weakly fucking himself back on you, pupils dilating as he weakly falls on the bed, ass in the air as your seed spills from his puffy cunt, overflowing as you coo softly, in that mocking, sugar coated voice as you line your shaft with his entrance again. The sheets were already soiled with the poor man's cum and sweat, as he screams in overstimulation, babbling about how he couldn't take anymore. Nonsense. He's swallowing your cock so greedily, your not falling for that.

#dom male reader #dom reader #sub honkai star rail #sub hsr #dom gn reader #sub character #honkai star rail smut #hsr smut #sub welt #sub welt yang #welt yang #welt x reader #welt yang x reader #welt yang smut #welt smut #peepaw i wanna fuck #✪anon!

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nomercyanywhere · 6 months

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heian sukuna thoughts

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he'll try to fit his two cocks in you as best as he can but when you whine about it hurting he'll say it's because you're too small

his heavy hands held your legs down as he aligns his tips with your ass and cunt, he tries to push in, but you tense and tighten around his glands, making him hiss a bit. "ugh, you humans are so fragile. you're so fucking tiny. if you tighten like that im gonna end up hurting you,, so relax you stupid boy" he'll curse at you and you just scowled at him. "s'not me who's too small -! you're.. too big !!" your hands on his chest as you try push but he didn't even move an inch.

his fingers are long enough to reach your cervix. you're legs spread wide open for him while he rests his head on his hand, watching his thick digits scissor you.

"mmm 'kuna.. that's enough.. m'gonna be too loose if you keep doing that.." you whine at the discomfort of repeatedly getting stretched. you wanted his cocks. both if it. in your tiny cunt, both tips kissing your cervix. you wanted to see the massive bulge that'll appear on your tummy whenever he thrusts them in. "not yet pretty, you're still too tight, if i shoved both my dicks in now you'll tear and bleed. i dont want my cute little mate hurting~"

he holds you down with all 4 arms on his abdomen, where his giant tongue, licks and fucks your cunt. gently biting your clit sometimes.

your legs trembled as you felt his taste buds rubbing your clit. as if you were riding a wet towel, it sent shivers down your spine whenever his tongue tip would torture your bud. "what a beautiful fucking view" he licks his lip at your pathetic expression. looking so dumb fucked just for him.

after planting his seed deep in you, he'll stay by you're side all time. even as he wreaks havoc you're sitting prettily on one of his arms.

shrieks, yells, cries began fading as you two slowly dissappear into the deep forest. you look behind his massive shoulders to see charred corpses and black smoke covering the moonlight. "how's my baby?" he says as he wrappes one of the sleeve of his yukata around you. "our baby." you corrected him "... he's kicking.. a lot" you rub your tummy and so did he.

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a/n: lol very tiny fluff at the end because shut up okay. ik he's mean but i still wanna carry his child. leave me alone...

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jjk imagines #ryomen sukuna #sukuna thirst #sukuna smut #ftm reader #m! reader #male reader #nomercyanywhereliterature

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the-roo-too · 7 months

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hi i have a lesserafim request too if u dont mind ^-^ how about chaewon x 6th!member reader where reader is kind of like a tsundere and rarely does sweet acts for others.. then one time theyre at an year end award show (its winter) and chae somehow got shorter clothes than usual so she's close to freezing so reader gives her a coat or something.. then it goes viral LMAO ty

hot n cold -> bandmate! kim chaewon

-“y/n of le sserafim being cold to everyone for four minutes (and nice for one minute) straight”

warnings: fuck the stylist; written from the third person pov

genre: fluff!

notes: it’s winter from aespa

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : clip one

“y/nnie!” the le sserafim member visibly rolled her eyes.

“yes, sakura unnie?”

the oldest member happily ran towards her dongsaeng with two controllers.

“you promised me you’d play mario cart with me!”

the younger out of the two nodded her head slowly. “that’s true… does it have to be now?”

sakura pouted at the other girl. “don’t you want to spend time with your unnie?”

“not really?”

“yah!” sakura started chasing y/n through the room. “come here, you little-!”

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : clip two

y/n sat talking with the manager as one of the stylists was working on her hair.

“so i have that photoshoot planned tomorrow-“

suddenly into the room ran a certain american blonde. “y/n! my favourite le sserafim member!”

y/n quirked her brow. “what now, unnie?”

“i stole sakura’s pikatchu plushie..?” the american laughed awkwardly. “help me hide it?”

as if on cue, everyone could hear sakura yell ‘huh yunjin!’ from afar. y/n smiled playfully at the blonde.

“of course…” yunjin visibly cheered. “…not.”

“what?”

“huh jennifer!”

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : clip three

“unnie, im bored.” y/n looked at the younger girl on her side. they were currently coming back from a photoshoot for the upcoming album.

“okay?”

kazuha pouted at the older’s response. “unnie, talk with meee!”

“i’m sleepy.”

“unnie!”

the japanese could do much as her member turned in her seat, leaning her head on the window and closing her eyes.

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : clip four

y/n was laying down on the couch in the dorm, when a wild eunchae suddenly appeared.

“unnie, have you seen my plushie?”

“which one?”

“the penguin?”

the older hummed before answering. “i think sakura took it with other things to wash?”

eunchae almost shrieked at that. “what? stop her!”

“…but i’m comfy…”

“y/n unnie!”

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : clip five

the group’s usual stylist was called in sick, so one of the company’s replacement guys came in. ever since that guy appeared on the award show, y/n disliked him.

the show went on without any errors, the girls won one of the awards, yet y/n had a frown on her face.

they all were currently standing on the stage, side by side as sakura held the trophy. she was giving her speech to the fans, although not everyone paid attention.

it was the middle of winter, so the temperature outside was freezing. while everyone else in the group had acceptable outfits, the group’s leader was shivering in her shorter clothes.

“chaewon unnie?” y/n whispered to her leader quietly.

“y-yeah?”

“you’re freezing…” the younger out of the two suddenly took of her jacket that came with the outfit and wrapped it around the leaders waist.

“y-y/nnie?” a small blush appeared on chaewon’s cheeks at the gesture.

“d-don’t mention it unnie…” she responded, her face equally heated up.

none of them noticed all the cameras recording the unusually cute interaction.

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

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silent • joão fèlix x reader

summary; angry days? dont worry look for a relief. !!!

word count: 4.1k!!!

warnings: slight angst! smut, oral sex;f&m!, overstimulation, fingering, aftercare

a/n; not proofread!! I do not know whens the last time i wrote smut, istg the ending of this fic caught me off guard, if it flops im sorry. also if anybody has any tips on like..how to not overuse a few words, i’m trying to attempt not to overuse as much words now. but oh well i’m still young and learning. anywhoo..! hope y’all enjoy! 🎀

You were in the living room watching the match against villareal, witnessing your boyfriends incredible shot get blocked left you disappointed, but that was about..minutes ago. The match had finished to a loss, you knew what would happen the second joão would get home. Either an argument or anything else, you roamed around the house before the door slammed open. You gulped looking at joão, his hair was damped and you could tell he took a shower. You just ignored him going on your phone as you walked over to the living room, “you’re not going to say hi?” he spat out, looking at you disappointed. “i-i thought you’d be mad..” you said looking at him, he glared at you. “what? don’t fucking get mad at me just cause I’m attempting to be nice to you after a fucking loss.” you sighed shakily before getting up, he grabbed your arm.

“why that tone?” he said looking down at you, you gulped before attempting to pull his hand off, “n-none of your business..let my damn arm go.” you said before he gripped tughter, making you wince in pain. “joão! let me go! sorry you’re day is going fucking bad and it’s not my fault!” you said, but his eyes were busy somewhere else. not your face and the way you were getting him in trouble, his eyes were looking down at the outfit you were wearing. just a small tanktop and panties, you were still trying to get out of his grip before he let go.

“You’re not fucking leaving. Not when i need you now.” you looked at him before he held your waist, “seriously!? sex is not going to solve thi!-“ you said before he smashed his lips onto yours, you blushed giving in. your hands cupping his cheek, before he held your waist, his fingertips pressing against your skin, “i’m so pissed.” he said in between before you pulled away, he yanked you back towards him. you looked at him, before he picked you up. you shrieked before he walked over to the couch throwing you on the sofa, you grunted as your back hit the cushion before he towered above you. you looked up at him, he held your cheek again before kissing you once again. you kissed back, his knee in contact with your panties before he began to slightly rub his knee up and down. you bit down onto his lip before he groaned, “s-seriously..” you moaned out before he trailed down to your neck kissing around the flesh.

your hands slid inside his shirt, you whimpered the second his teeth gridded against your skin. you were already wet, suprisingly this happened all cause of what you were wearing or just because he was pissed, in this case. a bad loss. you grabbed his chin before looking at him, “you’re enjoying this huh.” he said before you looked away, “f-fuck you..” you said before he slapped your thigh, you yelped in pain before he pulled down your panties. “n-no..” you said shakingly before he looked up at you, “i make the rules here today. not you.” he said before he lifted your shirt up to your chest, you blushed heavily. your nipples going in contact with the cold air due to the air, he kissed down to your chest, slightly pecking on the fat chunk of your breast. you blushed heavily looking away, “s-so embarrassing..” you said before his index finger began to rub up and down against your clit, you bit your lip. “it isn’t. you started this.” he said referring to your “tone” when he got home.

“i-i didn’t!” you yelled out before he slapped your clit, “shut up.” he said before moving down, you sat up before he slapped your stomach, “lay down. i’ll keep being like this if you don’t listen.” he said before you scoffed laying back down, “fuck you.” you scoffed, he spat down on your clit, you looked away not wanting to make any sort of contact with him. he licked a stripe of your wetness against your cunt as you bit down on your lip, he repeatedly did the same thing causing your breathing to hitch out, as he kitty licked around the knib before his tongue burried in between your pussy. you moaned softly arching your back, as he spreaded your lips with two fingers, his tongue pushing around your slit, making your legs shake slightly. your hand gently holding onto his head as he continued devouring every inch in you.

“mmngh..it feels s..so good..” you murmured leaning your head against the cushion, he continued collecting your wetness into his tongue before his thumb rubbed around the knib of your clit, you gaspy moaned slightly pulling on his hair. his tongue slowly slipping in your hole, flickering it around slurping up your juices, you whiny moaned arching your bsck off the coach again as your hand ran through his hair. “weren’t you just mad?” he said looking up at you, your cheeks turning red as you rolled your eyes. “s-shut up! stupid t-tease!” you said before he slapped your boob, you winced at the pain.. you slightly closed your knees as his face burried in between your inner thigh.

The only image you could see is his head slightly moving up and down from him devouring you.

he continued to suck on your clit, your legs closing around him, his mouth sucked down on your clitoris. “aw no more filthy mouth?” he gurgled out still eating you out, you whimpered ignoring his question before he pinched your nipple. “talk to me.” he said, your eyes looking down at him, your head shaking no in response. he furrowed his brows, “use your mouth. you were using it minutes ago for your stupid little sentences.” he said, you moaned out ignoring his question feeling him lick another long stripe, his mouth wrapping around your lips again. you looked away feeling embarrassed until his hand went directly to smack your boob again. “answer me.” he said, you cried out shaking your head, “n-no! s-shut up!” you croaked out. he slapped your thigh, fingers nearly making contact with your pussy before he slid one finger, thrusting it in and out of you slowly.

“y-you’re doing this on purpose n-now!” you moaned out before he sucked around the top of your pussy, his finger still thrusting into you. Your hand gripped onto his hair as you attempted to move your hips for friction before he pushed down on your tummy, “no. not on my watch.” he said, you cried out before he added another finger in, thrusting quickly into your hole. rhythmic moans heard from across the living room thanks to..joão, your moans were getting louder and high pitched feeling yourself near your high. “c..cum..n-need to..” you panted out, his speed a bit faster than he was normally going. His fingers doing all the work, until the moment you felt them push deeply, curling into your g-spot. you gripped onto his hair again, “f-fuck!” you cried out, the pleasure being painful but yet such a heavenly feeling in your body.

His tongue swirling around your clit, almost blowing off your high. “i-i c..cant!” you moaned out before he continued to ram his fingers in and out with a pattern, your high coming down against his fingers as you came with a whiny moan..although..he didn’t stop. he kept going, and this fucker was up to something you disliked, “j-joão..s-stop!” you said moaning uncontrollably, he shook his head murming, “nuh uh” like a little kid. your hand still gripping onto his head, shockingly the overstimulation hit you, your tummy felt so weak.

You knew what was coming.

“o-oh my..goddd!!” you screamed breathlessly before you squirted all over him, your fluids splashing around like a small water fountain. he chuckled before licking a stripe of your juices on your pussy before pulling back, half of his face slightly wet before rubbing his fingers against your clit you smacked his hand off shaking your head, “f-fuck..o-off..” you breathed heavily. sitting up you pulled your shirt down, with the small little strength in you, you stood up before he yanked you back.

“who said we were done? we still have a long way to go baby.” he said, your cheeks heating up as you swallowed nervously. “come on now.” he said making you stand up before he picked you up, you scoffed, your throat making an irritated sound. “shut up. cant even keep that stupid mouth of yours shut.” he said grabbing your chin, you looked at him lazily, your eyes dilated and heavy. your hand in contact with his cheek as he was walking upstairs, you kissed him before he kissed you back the second he got into the room. he caged you against the wall, your back touching the wall. his hand holding your jaw still kissing you, as your hands trailed down to his pants, unbuttoning his jeans. he moved himself away from his bottoms, his kisses trailing down to your neck, head leaning back against the wall tugging on his shirt.

“t-take i..it..off..” you gasped out, his hands picking you up by your thighs against the wall, legs wrapping around hist waist, your hands slightly raising his shirt to his waist, you bit down on your lip at the sight of his tanned abs before he looked down at you, “hm?” he tilted his head, you poked his shirt watching him take it off his chest, discarding it somewhere. He picked you up off the wall, walking over to the bed placing you down, his figure now hovering above you. he played with the strap of your shirt, leaning back again to your neck before you pulled him off cupping his cheeks. “think that’s enough hickeys dont you think?” you said tilting your head, he scoffed. “think that’s enough of you talking, sit up.” he said, you did what he told you as you sat up before he laid down, you looked at him sitting down on your knees. you took your laced tanktop off tossing it somewhere in the room before crawling closely to him, legs straddling his crotch.

he looked at you chuckling, “you should get closer.” he said, hands traveling to your boobs playing around with the chunk of fat. you attempted to smack his hand off earning a huge grip to your boob, you grunted. “c’mere..get closer..” he said, you crawled closer to him, closely to his face before he rolled his eyes. “closer. get up.” he said with a angry tone rolling his eyes slapping your ass, you bit down on your lip nodding your head crawling upper til you reached his face, “turn around.” he said before you whined loudly, he slapped your ass again. “do it.” he spoke again before you turned around, you bit down on your lip before sinking your legs down. his tongue burrying in between your lips, you moaned softly again, hands placed on his chest. therefore his hands wrapped around your thighs, his tongue swirling around in circles.

your hands reaching down to his boner, laying there around his boxers, how cute and aching.. you pulled down his boxers as you grabbed his cock, you spat down on your hand wrapping your palm around him stroking him slowly, he groaned into your pussy. the vibration making you moan out, his mouth wrapping around your clit, you slightly rolled your hips against his mouth making you moan out again, he moved his mouth away while you were distracted he slapped your ass, you squealed, “it’s not gonna suck itself pretty.” he said, the sentence making you gulp and dizzy, you sighed shakily holding his member around the palm of your head, stroking him slowly. he groaned as minutes later he pushed your hips back to his face, you whimpered at the tight grip. he wrapped his mouth back around your pussy, a moan slipping out while you dipped your head down, taking his cock into your mouth.

you felt your stomach drop, the second you began to bobble your head. the weird position making you feel and want more, your tongue began to swirl around the base, he whimpered into your cunt. you moaned around him feeling his tongue everywhere, from your outsides to nearly your insides. you held onto his thighs for support, beginning to bobble your head at a slow pace, your tongue getting in the way of your mouth movements causing joão to whimper as he was eating you out the second time.. you attempted to hold your moans in, the aftercome after the previous orgasm still there, he smacked your ass. you whined around him, gagging slightly. the boy chuckling behind you sending a vibration through your body, “moan. you know you like it.” he said, diving back in slipping his tongue into your hole. you moaned around him, slapping his thigh. “i didn’t want to..suck your dick..” you gurgled out, he chuckled hearing the words come out messy and wet.

“what was that?” he said thrusting his hips up slightly, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat making you gag out loud, you smacked his thigh again for him to stop, you pulled away. “i-i didn’t even start!” you said whining , his palm making contact with the skin of your ass again, you cried out a moan. “i don’t care, go back.” he said before you dipped your head back in, sucking around his length bobbing your head in a pattern. meanwhile for the horny boy he was burried in there, way too busy. he squeezed your ass, earning a small moan from you. you were fighting the urge to not grind against his face, although that was possibly what he’s wanting from you, ignoring the feeling you sped up your pace, the sounds of you sucking and slurping around him echoing around the room, including the noises of yours and his moans, you moaned uncontrollably as the tip of his tongue rubbed against your clitoris.. your hips lazily began grinding against his tongue, you cried out the entire time.

he chuckled holding onto your ass, you kept bobbing your head. spit nearly jittering out and staining the sides of your lips. he continued whimpering into your pussy, the warmth of your mouth hitting the right spots, throwing him off the edge to nearly cum into your mouth. meanwhile for you, you were holding your sounds in, he slapped your cheek again. “s-stop!” you said getting cutoff, he thrusted his hips into your mouth. you whined around him, his moans being nearly muffled from his mouth wrapped around your clit. you had stopped moving as he didn’t stop thrusting into your mouth, tears began forming in the corner of your eyes, your hands gripping onto his thighs. “you were saying?” he said softly biting your ass, you cried out sending a vibration through him. “mmmh..doing s-so good..” he murmured before you moved your mouth away, “stop it! i-i even said i-it many times!” you gurgled out, he slapped your ass.

“and whos fault is it?” he said, you whined. “m-me..” you said, “good. now go back.” he spoke going back in, you moaned loudly feeling the knot already in your stomach, your mouth wrapping around the tip of his cock, your hollowed cheeks sucking around the head as your tongue swirled around in lines. you moved your hips lazily against his mouth. moments later you felt him twitch in your mouth, you pushed your mouth deeply, he groaned loudly into you. the second you moved your mouth up he cummed into your mouth, spurts and drops of cum nearly slipping out. you pulled your head away, you swallowed his seed, his hands moving your hips up and down. you cried out again, trying to move his hands off. only earning a slap to your hips making you moan out in pain, you crawled off. already shaking.

he looked at you, “what? can’t take it anymore?” he said, you whined shaking your head, “come here, just one more.” he said, you looked at him with teary eyes nodding your head, you sat up on your knees again. “come up here again..” he said, you gulped crawling towards him, your cunt hovering over his face. he looked up at you nodding his head, you sunk yourself again onto his tongue. you moaned a bit, the feeling making you shudder again. your hips began to slowly rock themselves against his mouth again, nearly almost causing yourself to release your high. “i didn’t even tell you to do it and look at you..” he muffled out, you continued rocking your hips. small grunts and moans slipping out your mouth, his hands squeezing your boobs as you giggled between your moans.

you began moving your hips sloppily against his mouth, his nose nuzzling against your clit making your eyes roll back, you began clenching around nothing, your orgasm approaching just milliseconds away. you moaned loudly still grinding yourself against him, you gripped his hand tightly releasing yourself on his tongue. he chuckled gripping your waist, you whined biting down on your lip as your hips continued moving lazily against him. “c-can’t..st..stop..!” you moaned out, his nose bumping against your clit making you see stars.

“te vas a mojar otra vez..” (you’re going to squirt again..) he moaned out, you were too distracted and in another world. your legs began shaking, your moans were nearly turning into breathless screams. “y-your..f..fault..” you moaned out, he slapped your ass as he gripped tightly to your hips, “h-hey! l-let me move!” you whined out the bubbly feeling in your tummy burning up, his tongue flicking around on your clitoris. you gasped out in between your moans, your hand gripping onto his hair slightly. his mouth wrapping around your clit, sucking around the knib. your stomach burning, you attempted to move your hips before he slapped your hip again, his mouth sucking harder around the knib. you moved his hands away, with the last strength and his tongue laid flat you rode yourself onto his tongue.

“f-fuck!” you screamed out breathlessly yet again, squirting onto his mouth. you pulled off as half your juices landed on his chin, you rubbed yourself while moaning uncontrollably looking down the entire time, fluids scattering down to his mouth. you fell on his lap shaking looking at him, “a-are you o-okay..” you said breathing heavily, he licked his lips chuckling. “twice that you’ve squirted.” he said, your cheeks turning red as he sat up. “lay on your stomach, then we’ll be done.” he said kissing your cheek, you nodded your hair crawling off his lap before laying on your stomach, you heard the sheets ruffling behind you. joão positioned himself above you, on his knees. he kissed your shoulder pushing his cock into your hole, you bit down on your lip eyes slightly rolling back, he moaned at how tight you felt.

he began to slowly ram his hips into you causing you to whimper, his hand slowly knitting with the skin of your ass. in the meantime joão was groaning, watching himself slip in and out of you, nearly struggling due to your walls squeezing around his cock, you whined. “m..more..” you whimpered out, he chuckled. “thirty minutes ago you were having an attitude..” he said smacking your ass harshly, you moaned in responde. “m-mhmm..” you murmured out between your whimpery moans, “—now your begging for..more..god s-so tight..” he whimpered leaning down into your ear, you moaned feeling his cock get pushed in deeply into your walls. he began rocking his hips quickly against you, causing you to let out a hiccuped whimper.

“f..faster..please..” you whimpered out, his hips thrusting quickly into you, his hand holding your waist tightly. he was leaned in next to your ear, moaning and groaning next to your ear. your arms laying on the duvet, your moans slipping out second by seconds. he looked at you, slightly pulling your hair. “should’ve gone..rough on you..” he whispered in your ear, you looked at him nodding your head. “p-please..” you said he chuckled kissing your temple, “don’t tell me to stop then..” he said, caressing your arm before he slightly pulled out, you whined at the loss of contact, he smirked slamming his hips in harshly pushing your head down onto the duvet thrusting mercilessly into you, “o-oh g-god!” you whiny moaned, your hands gripping onto the sheets already not being used to the speed. your muffled moans making joão thrust quicker.

he fell on you hips still rotting into you, his mouth next to your ear. small moans playing on your ear, you blushed heavily the position you were in making you dizzy as your ass jiggled against his pelvis, his weight ontop of your back making your moans stutter out, you rasied yout head up slightly. “hey baby..” he spoke with a singingly tone, you whimpered looking at him with doe eyes. “so pretty getting corrupted..” he said kissing your temple again, he rested his forehead against your shoulder. you slightly jolted forward on each hard thrust. You felt all over the place, your mind was fuzzy and foggy. the pleasure was making you sweat and moan uncontrollably.

he rocked his hips quicker, your hands gripping onto the sheets. he noticed letting his hand tower above yours, you blushed heavily before he leaned into your neck, planting wet kisses around your skin. the feeling of his gold chain tickling your shoulder making you feel wobbly. “t-tired..” you moaned out, earning a slap on your ass. “what i tell you?” he said, you whimpered burrying your face back into mattress. he chuckled holding onto your hair pounding faster into you, “might c-cum inside y-you..” he moaned into your ear, you cried out. he groaned loudly feeling your walls tightening. “close?” he said as you nodded your head, “m-mhm!” you said, he gripped your ass.

he laid on you again, you moaned gripping the sheets tightly the second you felt his cock push deeper, pounding harder into you. the tip of his member hitting your g-spot, you moaned loudly, he whimpered in your ear feeling your spot. you felt the knot forming in your stomach again, you cried out yet again, tears forming up into your eyes, joão breathed heavily as half his damped hair sticked to his forehead, he twitched inside of you. your grip slightly getting loose, his thrusts getting sloppily. his noises becoming more active..“can’t get.. enough of you..” he whispered in your ear, you blushed heavily, his hand slightly pulling your hair back. you looked at him, “i love you..” he moaned out, as you moaning out just milliseconds away from releasing your high, you whiny moaned tightening around him again, joãos climax being triggered by your walls.

he came inside you, slightly pulling out as his cum painted your lower back and your arse. you fell on your stomach breathing heavily, joão suddenly fell on you. he whimpered softening after the sex, you looked around the room, your eyelashes batting down slowly. “j-joão..” you croaked, he looked at you. “hm?” he said, “a-are you..s-still mad at m..me..” you said, he chuckled kissing your temple. “no..of course not, why would i be?” he said recovering back, he got off you grabbing the towel from the nightstand cleaning off your back. “come on..let’s go sleep now baby..” he said as you sat up crawling into the covers, you rested your head on his chest.

“so..you’re not mad at me..” you said looking up at him, his arm wrapped around you, “nope, i wouldn’t be. besides if you enjoyed it then i shouldn’t be mad at all right?” he said, you nodded your head. “you tried your best out there..you know that right..” you whispered, he looked at you smiling kissing your forehead. “my little supporter..i’m sorry if i scared you earlier..” he said kissing your forehead again, “not really..i liked it..” you said looking away, he chuckled. “mhm..” he spoke nuzzling his face into your neck, you giggled running your hands into his hair.

the two of you later drifting to sleep.

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