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Our Fairy Tale

That one kiss sealed your fate, and he vowed to make you his and conquer the world together.

⚠she/her, soon-to-be king!Minho⚠

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A tense silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the faint echo of Minho's voice bouncing off the opulent walls. "I told you," he repeated, his words dripping with barely veiled frustration, "call me by my name, Y/N." His gaze, sharp and predatory, held you captive as if you were the sole focus of his entire universe. You met his stare, your mind reeling from the whirlwind of the past minutes. The plush velvet sofas, the shimmering crystals adorning every surface, the luxurious dress clinging like a second skin – it all felt unreal, a far cry from your everyday life. The expensive jewelry, glinting under the chandelier's soft glow, mocked your simple upbringing, making you feel like an undeserving imposter in this gilded cage. Across the room, Minho remained statue-still, his eyes devouring your every curve, your every flinch. He savored the sight of you, the vision he'd dreamt of for so long now, finally standing before him in all its breathtaking glory. His silence spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgement of the raw power he held over you, the power to whisk you away from your ordinary existence and into this dreamlike world. But behind the mask of control, a flicker of uncertainty betrayed him. He watched you as you stared at your reflection in the gilded mirror, your expression a kaleidoscope of disbelief and dawning awareness.

The girl staring back – adorned in finery, bathed in luxury – was a stranger, a fantasy version of yourself that you could barely recognize. Never in your wildest dreams had you dared to imagine yourself touching, let alone owning, such lavishness. The weight of it all threatened to crush you, the unearned opulence a constant reminder of the vast gulf separating your past from your present. Your world had shifted on its axis like a rogue planet, spinning from the familiar, earthy orbit of village life to the dizzying, gilded sphere of court intrigue. It had all happened in a heartbeat, an improbable dream morphing into your new reality. You still tasted the dust of the fields on your tongue, the echo of your parents' laughter mingling with the whispers of silk skirts and the clinking of courtiers' goblets. "But your Majesty," you began, the awkward syllables rolling off your tongue like pebbles over cobblestones. You couldn't escape the weight of his title, a shadow looming over your newfound life. Lee Minho, soon-to-be king, stood framed by sunbeams filtering through the grand window, his presence both regal and disarmingly intimate. He took a step closer, finally breaking the spell of his stillness, his gaze burning with an intensity that warmed you despite the chill of the marble floor. "That wouldn't be very appropriate."

"There is no need for formalities between us," he declared, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "I want you to look at me and see Lee Minho, the man who will grow old by your side, not just a king." He had dismissed princesses adorned with diamonds and wit, their lineage as long as their gowns. He had disregarded beauty and cunning, choosing you, the girl with dirt under her fingernails and stars in her eyes. You, the enigma that made his heart hammer a wild rhythm against his ribs. You, the missing piece he never knew he yearned for. The question of why hung heavy in the air, unspoken but potent. For him, the answer was as clear as the sunrise. There was no comparison, no tapestry woven with finer threads than the one embroidered with your laughter, your tears, your very being. You were perfect, not in the eyes of the court, but in the depths of his soul. The title of 'luckiest girl in the world.' seemed to hang around you like a whispered incantation, a constant reminder of the improbable bond you shared with Lee Minho. While others schemed and clawed, their eyes gleaming with ambition and envy, you had stumbled upon his heart in the whispering embrace of the forest. It was a chance encounter, a moonlit dance of fate, where you encountered a prince not as royalty, but as a man drowning in the shadows of his impending crown.

Those starlit woods had been your only stage, the mossy earth your backdrop. You had found him there, tears carving silver tracks down his cheeks, his regal facade crumbling under the weight of unspoken burdens. You, a girl whose world danced to the rhythm of rustling leaves and chirping crickets, had no inkling of his lineage, no map to navigate the labyrinthine world of courtly whispers. Yet, your intuition, as pure as sunlight filtering through leaves, drew you closer. There was no grand pronouncement, no declaration of nobility. He poured his sorrows into your listening ears, a torrent of anxieties and fears. The weight of responsibility, the suffocating expectations, the looming specter of the throne – all laid bare before a girl who smelled of wildflowers and spoke in the soft cadences of the earth. His heart, a frozen wasteland under the heavy cloak of royalty, began to thaw under your gentle gaze. You didn't offer solutions, only solace, wiping away tears with the touch of a feather, your presence a balm to his wounded soul. In that moonlit clearing, your worlds collided, two galaxies on a celestial crash course. You, the whispers of the woods, and he, the echoing halls of the palace, found harmony in the shared vulnerability of the night.

And as the first rays of dawn kissed the horizon, painting the sky in hues of hope, a bond was forged, etched not in the language of power, but in the whispered secrets of shared vulnerability. You were his solace, his sanctuary, the one person who saw not the crown upon his head, but the trembling boy beneath. In the shimmering embrace of candlelight, Lee Minho leaned closer, his voice a tender caress against your ear. "My love," he whispered, the word carrying the weight of a thousand promises, "you look so radiant, like a star descended from the heavens." His compliment ignited a blush on your cheeks, warming you from the inside out. His own beauty was breathtaking, etched in moonlight and moonlight-spun silver. He seemed to have stepped straight out of a forgotten fairy tale, his princely aura amplified by the glittering chandeliers overhead. But your gaze, drawn by an invisible thread, drifted back to the mirror before you. It reflected not just the dazzling gown that clung to your curves, but a flicker of doubt in your eyes. "Minho," you spoke, your voice barely a tremor, "are you sure about this?" The closeness between you was intoxicating, his breath fanning your skin like a whispered secret.

You could see every detail of his face, the fine lines etched around his eyes, the gentle curve of his smile. All his imperfections only made him more perfect in your eyes. His gaze, in turn, devoured you, tracing the delicate path of your features, the tremor in your lips sending a frantic rhythm through his heart. "I know nothing about being a queen. What if I make a mistake? What if I disappoint you, disappoint everyone?" A shadow crossed his face, but it was quickly replaced by a determined glint. He cupped your chin, his eyes burning with an unwavering conviction. "Look at me, Y/N," he commanded, his voice soft yet resolute. "You wouldn't disappoint anyone, my love," he murmured, his voice velvet against the hushed grandeur of the room. "All you need is to take my hand, and together, we'll write our own story, rule the world not with iron fists but with open hearts." His thumb, roughened by years spent wielding a sword, traced the soft curve of your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. "I'm not perfect either, Y/N," he admitted, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips. "We have a lifetime to learn, to stumble, to rise again, hand in hand."

He stood, taking your hand in his, his warm fingers enveloping yours in a gesture of silent promise. His touch, both powerful and gentle, pulled you towards the balcony, where the night sky unfurled like a velvet tapestry studded with a million diamond stars. The city shimmered below, a constellation of its own, its lights twinkling like fireflies caught in a net of dreams. With a hand resting on your waist, Minho drew you closer, the cool night air brushing against your skin. His gaze, as vast and starlit as the sky above, held you captive. "This, my love," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear, "is our journey." The wind whispered secrets through the canopy of stars, carrying with it the scent of pine and the distant murmur of the palace. You stood beside Minho, the breathtaking panorama of the kingdom spread out before you like a velvet tapestry embroidered with moonlight. Yet, his gaze held only you, his emerald eyes reflecting the flickering flames of a thousand unspoken emotions. "Remember what you said to me?" he asked, his voice a low rumble against the symphony of the night. You could feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek, sending shivers down your spine like fireflies dancing on the wind. "Do what your heart calls for,"

Minho, heir to the throne, carried the weight of a kingdom on his shoulders. The responsibility etched lines on his youthful face, lines you traced with your fingertips, whispering reassurances he couldn't find in the gilded halls of the palace. You had seen the fear lurking in his eyes, the fear of not living, of being just a king instead of a man. And you, with your heart as vast as the starlit sky, had reminded him that he deserved love, that amidst the pressures and protocols, a single, simple truth remained – he needed you, just as much as you needed him. "And my heart told me..." His voice trailed off, thick with emotion. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs tracing the delicate curve of your jawline. His eyes, deep pools of emerald, searched yours, seeking solace, seeking confirmation. "To be with you," he breathed, the words echoing in the stillness of the night. And in that moment, under the watchful gaze of a million stars, the world around you faded away. The weight of expectations, the whispers of doubt, the gilded cage of the palace – all dissolved into the quiet hum of your beating hearts, a symphony composed of two souls intertwined.

Beneath the cloak of a moonlit sky, he ventured into the emerald embrace of the forest, each rustle of leaves a symphony leading him closer to you. Hope, a flicker in his chest, grew with every moonlit path until finally, there you stood, bathed in the soft luminescence. In that kiss, a universe ignited, galaxies swirling within him. His vow, unspoken yet etched in the stars above, was to stand as a shield for his people, his love for you his unyielding shield, a love that transcended time and whispered promises of forever. "Not anyone else," he breathed, his voice a caress against your skin. "Your essence, a tapestry woven into my soul, a light that burns brighter than a thousand suns. You, my guiding star, my whispered prayer, the melody that plays on the strings of my heart." His gaze, a treasure hunter's glint, found your eyes, where galaxies mirrored his own. "You, my precious gem, my reason for every beat of this yearning heart. In your arms, I find solace, in your eyes, my destiny. Let us write our forever, intertwined, our love a symphony echoing through eternity, as together, we safeguard this world, hand in hand, breath in breath."

"You're going to be a perfect queen," he breathed, "The perfect story," he murmured, his voice a caress against the rising tide of anticipation. "We'll write it together, brushstroke by brushstroke, verse by verse." His thumb traced a circle on your palm, a silent promise echoing the pronouncement that followed. "We announce our wedding tomorrow," he declared, his voice ringing with the triumphant joy of a knight claiming his kingdom. "Get some rest, my love," he whispered, his lips brushing your forehead. "This fairy tale we weave has only just begun, and oh, so many chapters await." Sleep felt like a stolen dream that night, your mind ablaze with the incandescent embers of his words. Tomorrow, a queen. Tomorrow, his. Not just a ruler, but a storyteller, your fingers intertwined with his as you dipped your pens into the inkwell of destiny, painting a masterpiece of love and laughter, of bravery and shared dreams. And in that shared vision, in the warmth of his hand clasped in yours, you knew, with a certainty that defied words, that the most perfect ruler was not one who stood alone, but one who found their perfect reflection in the eyes of the one they loved.

💬After a long stay in my drafts, Minho's story is finally ready to see the light of day! The reaction posts aren't quite polished yet, but I couldn't wait to share this piece. Even if it's not perfect, I'm proud to put my heart and ideas into it.

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pantherastevens · 10 months

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Sorpresa: Sharp Shooter

Hey y’all and welcome to Part Three of Sorpresa (Surprise)!

Here’s Part One and Part Two for those who missed it!

Warnings: Gun use, cursing, homophobia, transphobia, threats of violence

Enjoy!

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Summary: Miles vaguely understood that his girlfriend was a bit of a wild card. Quiet people tend to be like that. But it never fails to surprise him how often she could pull off such a thing.

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Miles didn't finally come out of his stupor until he felt his girlfriend's soft lips on his. He leaned in for a few seconds before pulling away.

"You're hurt, ma," he whispered. The girl scraped her knee badly, the skin completely torn. Panthera looked down before shrugging.

"It's not so bad," she said. Miles narrowed his eyes at her nonchalant response.

"That's the adrenaline talking. Let's find a nearby store to get some bandages, and I can patch you up." Panthera opened her mouth to object, only for an unwanted voice to yell at her.

"MAN, FUCK YOU AND YO GAY ASS BOYFRIEND, BITCH!" The pair turned to find Jerome sneering at both of them. The rejection and public humiliation seemed too for the man, rage pumping through his veins. Miles immediately pushed Panthera behind him.

"Aye, calm down-"

"DON'T TELL ME TO DO SHIT NIGGA! I OUTTA BOX YO ASS. AND THAT UGLY ASS BITCH OF YOURS CAN GET IT TOO! PROBABLY DATING A FUCKING DUDE THAT TURNED INTO GIRL-"

BAM!

Miles was no stranger to gunshots. It was a part of his lullaby whenever he slept at night. During his adventures as the Prowler, his enemies would use a gun to try to injure or kill him. Hell, even his tío uses them.

Which is why he didn't jump at the sound. But what made the hair on the back of his neck stand up was how close it was...

Like, right behind him close...

He slowly looked over her shoulder to find an unexpected sight.

Panthera, su dulce angelito, holding a smoking gun in the air.

She walked from behind him, staring at Jerome with cold eyes.

"Apologize." Jerome blinked.

"Wha-"

"Apologize," Panthera repeated, eyes hard as a slender tensed on the trigger. Jerome shook his head, trying to stand firm.

"You don't even know how to-" The man didn't get a chance to finish his answer as Panthera fired at him. The man flinched as the bullet grazed his cheek. A hand shakily raised to touch the tender skin.

"That was a warning shot. Now Imma say it one more time before that warning becomes a promise. Apologize," Panthera said. Jerome swallowed.

"I-I-I'm sorry..." The girl's eyes narrowed, unsatisfied. Jerome felt his body tense in time with her trigger finger.

"Louder."

"I'm sorry," he repeated, loud enough for the entire group to hear. Panthera raised a brow, gun still aimed at him.

"For," she drawled lazily.

"F-For disrespecting you and ya boyfriend. For challenging h-him after y-you said no. For not a-accepting my defeat like a man a-and lashing out. I-I promise I w-won't do it again!" Panthera didn't say anything, cold eyes still trained on the shivering man.

The entire court seemed to be holding its breath, waiting to see what the girl would do.

A slow smile spread on the girl's full lips, and a low dark chuckle could be heard as she flipped on the safety lock on her gun.

"Apology accepted..." Jerome fell on his knees, relieved as the girl turned to face her shell-shock audience.

"What are you all looking at," she asked with a cocked brow as she put her gun back in its holster under her dress (Miles was relieved to see the biker shorts underneath it, he would've had to kill a few dudes if otherwise.) Miles blinked at her question.

"Ma, you can't be serious," he said. His girlfriend innocently cocked her head at him as if she didn't pull a gun on a full-grown male and threatened to lay him out in public.

'It's like there's always something new and mind-boggling about her that just continues to make me fall for her...' Panthera looked as if she was gonna answer, but she felt a hand touch her shoulder.

"Miss Panthera?" The girl turned to find a man who looked around her father's age, maybe even older. A glimmer of pride could be found in his dark brown eyes as he handed her a plastic bag.

Eyes that resembled hers strangely...

"This is for your knee. I am sorry about the young man and all the trouble he caused, especially when not knowing who you or your father are. Thank you for not killing him, even though he may have deserved it," the man said, nodding in respect. The girl's eyes widen a fraction at the strong accent in the man's voice. One she recognized that appeared faintly in her father's voice after he returned from one particularly long trip a little before she and Miles got together.

"You know my Baba," she murmured, eyeing the older man. The man let out a chuckle.

"Ewe nkosazana encinci. Only one man I know has that same bone-chilling smirk, and you clearly inherited it. You're well on your way to being a force of nature yourself." Panthera stared at the man, stunned.

'How does he know...?' Panthera wondered as the man's dark eyes suddenly trained on the Afro-Latino boy.

"Young man." Miles stood up straighter.

"Yes, sir?" The man let out a soft hum, eyes gleaming in approval.

"You treat this one well, do you understand me," he said, his tone playful, but the dark undertones were present. Miles was smart enough to notice it.

"Of course, sir," Miles replied, walking up to pick up his girlfriend. Panthera did her best not to blush as her boyfriend picked her up. The nice man was about to walk away when Panthera called to him.

"Khawume, nceda! Lithini igama lakho?" The man smiled at the young girl in the boy's arms.

"Andinakukuxelela loo nto ngoku, nkosazana encinane. Kodwa unokundithatha njengomhlobo. Sala kakuhle, panther encinci..." With that, the man left.

Miles toted the dazed girl off to the park nearby, settling her on a bench. Miles kneeled before her as he looked over the stuff the mysterious man gave her, finding the basic necessities to treat the girl's wound, some painkillers and a bottle of water.

He handed the water bottle and some pills to Panthera, who took them robotically, eyes still seeming far away.

"Soooo, anything you want to tell me," he said as he used some alcohol to disinfect her wound and clean up the streaks of blood that made their way down her leg. Panthera finally came to, looking at her boyfriend as if for the first time.

"Huh?" Miles snorted.

"So you not gonna tell me that you could play basketball, or that you know how to shoot a gun, or how that man seems to know you and apparently your dad?" Panthera gave a nonchalant shrug.

"Baba taught me how to hoop ever since I could walk. My height is just a misleading factor. Plus, I did gymnastics briefly, which helped me jump pretty high and deal with heights. As far as the gun thing, Baba is very adamant about my safety, so he taught me how to shoot when I was about 14. He insists I stay strapped at all times, even at school," she raddled off as her boyfriend took care of her knee. Miles let out a hum, intrigued and a little terrified, as he listened to his girl talk about her father.

He seriously didn't want to end up on his bad side...

"And that man," he asked as he bandaged the massive cut, leaving a brief kiss on it. He spied the faint smile on her face before it faded into a thoughtful look.

"...I honestly don't know." Well, that's not unsettling.

"What was it was he saying to you? He seemed to know the same language you do," Miles asked after a beat of silence. He's noticed that she spoke with him sometimes, but he would be too caught up in the moment to question her on what it was or what she was saying. He kinda made him realize there were parts of her he didn't fully know about...

Shaking off the thought, he dug into Panthera's bag to put on her jewelry and slip her sandals back on her feet as he patiently waited for her to answer. Panthera bit her lip, eyes narrowing at him.

"It's Xhosa, a language from my grandfather's homeland. And I tried getting his name, but he refused to tell me. Just to consider him as a friend..." Miles can clearly see that Panthera didn't want to continue on this topic, so he decided to let it go.

"Well, he seemed nice enough, so I guess he could be. Now c'mon, we can swing by your favorite restaurant for some food. My treat." Seeing the girl perk up after a hellish and weird bump in their date made it worth ignoring the issue of his girl's past.

For now, at least.

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Dedicated to @444morales 💜💜💜

Translations:

-Spanish-

Su dulce angelito : His sweet little angel

-Xhosa-

Ewe nkosazana encinci : Yes, little princess

Khawume, nceda! Lithini igama lakho? : Wait, please! What is your name?

Andinakukuxelela loo nto ngoku, nkosazana encinane. Kodwa unokundithatha njengomhlobo. Sala kakuhle, panther encinci... : I can't tell you that now, little princess. But you can consider me as a friend. Goodbye, little panther...

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kissingchoso · 1 year

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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Hinata x Black!Reader

𝗔𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁: Hinata’s been feeling pretty down lately. I think the weight of the world became too much, so much to the point where he’s calling you later in the evening just to help calm down. Little did he know how good you are at that.

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 18+ content, angst to fluff to smut, first kiss (as a pair), loving persuasion, Hinata rlly needs someone to take care of him, oral (m. receiving), slight crying, submissive! shouyou @ beginning of smut, allusions to switch! shouyou at the end, use of pet names (“baby”, “sweet boy” , “good girl”), cum swallowing

He doesn’t do any of this stuff nor feel the same as he does with others compared to you. It’s a special kind of comfort that only you can bring him.

It’s that same reasoning that has him reaching for his phone from his bedside table, tapping your name in his recent call logs. Anxiety that once plagued his own mind washes away once he hears your voice sound from the other end of the receiver, bringing about the same lightness he’s been missing all day.

“Hello, sunshine,” you sing.

A smile breaks out on his face at the sound of your cherry voice, the same voice that chases away his own storm clouds. Tension that once held his shoulders so squared started to dissipate to the point where he can finally relax them slowly.

“Hi there pretty girl,” Hinata greets, able to hear you whimsical giggle on the other end on the other line.

“And what do I owe the pleasure for this call?”

Hinata remains silent for a couple of seconds. He doesn’t really know how to vocalize his own self-doubts or insecurities that flutter in his own head. More often than not, he’ll find a way to suppress his own thoughts for the betterment for the team but he’s not due for another match until the month and training isn’t really aiding much in his distractions. He needs something a little stronger.

He realizes he’s been quiet for too long when you softly, patiently call his name through the receiver. Intaking a sharp breath, he responds. “I missed you… And I was wondering if you wanted to stay the night? I don’t really want to be alone right now.”

You responded quickly, seemingly understanding every emotion he was conveying through the line. “Of course, Sho. I’ll be there in about 30, okay? Do you want me to bring anything on my way?”

“No, that’s okay. Just you and whatever you’ll need for the night. I’ll order some food for when you get here.” He hated how dull he sounded and he can tell you do too. The wordiness etched in every syllable you utter out weighs on him heavier than his own damn emotions.

He can only hope he’ll be in a better mood when he sees your face for the first time in days. You hang up with the promise of being there soon. He attempts pick up a couple of things around his place, throwing in a quick load of laundry before you could arrive.

Twenty seven minutes pass until you arrive at the ginger’s. He greets you at the door, pulling you inside from the cool night air before draping his arms around you in a longing hug.

The duffel bag that was once weighing you down falls on the ground with a soft thud in Hinata’s grandiose apartment floor. How his arms pull you in a little closer to him to the point where you’re standing on your tippy toes slightly to accommodate him. His face burrows it’s way into your neck, bright orange locs tickling your cheek and jaw.

“You smell nice,” is the first words he utters against your skin which makes you laugh once at the absurdity of it.

“Yeah? I can’t really remember the name of it but it was a birthday gift,” Hinata hums into your skin, almost egging you to continue talking. “Some rich athlete, y’know the deal. Wasn’t willing to accept something this nice but he’s kind of hard to say no to.”

You can feel his smile against your skin, warmth from his cheeks permeating onto yours. He finally pulls away far enough so he can stand and look at you.

“Sounds like a dedicated dude. I think I have some competition.”

Warm fingers slide along your temple, pushing a couple of braids that fell to your face to the back of your ear instead. The same fingers slide to your jaw, lightly curling themselves around the bone he feels there. Manually, he tilts your head up and pulls you slightly closer to his almost to the point where your lips are touching.

You drop the playful banter first, hoping that he’d actually tell you what was bothering him. “Do you want to talk about what’s bugging you?”

“Who said anything was?”

Your eyes narrow at him, almost silently chiding him.

“You don’t normally invite me to stay the night unless something is bothering you. And… you sounded sad on the phone.”

Sad, huh. That’s one word to describe his own troubled mind. He doesn’t say anything at first, auburn eyes boring into yours that silently beg for a response of sorts. There’s not enough words in the dictionary to express how incredibly lonely these past couple of weeks have been. Always surrounded by the same faces, putting on his best smile for the cameras, pushing his body to the limit on days where he wants to quit. The silent stress he carries every time he misses a perfectly set spike or his serves is off. The desperate need to hear someone genuinely praise him for all the hard work he’s put into the betterment of himself, even if it meant being in embarrassing situations.

Maybe the whole reason he’s not deciding to pack up his bags and move back to Brazil is the fact that you’ve shown up in his life. The sunlight that peaks through after a foggy day. He was just quick to trail after it to welcome the warmth only you can provide. Maybe that’s why he thinks you’re weird.

It’s because he just can’t get enough of you.

“I’ve just… been in my head for a little while now,” he starts, lips still centimeters away from yours. “I don’t know why but being with you helps. A lot.”

“I’m sorry you’ve been feeling like this,”

Humming, Hinata readjusts his grip on your jaw, lightening his grip. “It’s okay. I really just wanted you here.”

With that, he presses his lips onto yours, soft and chaste as if he himself isn’t too sure about the kiss. But you chase after him when he initially pulls away, looping your arms around his neck to keep him in place. Hinata welcomes each press of your lips. He becomes slightly greedy, letting go of your face in favor of looping his arms around your waist.

Slow down. He chides himself, struggling to keep his composure when you let out the cutest whimper against his lips.

It’s your turn to detach your lips from his, giving him a look that Hinata can hardly describe. His name leaves your perfect lips and he feels the need to explain himself in case this was interpreted the wrong way. “We don’t have to do anything past this. It’s not why I invited you over tonight.”

You blink twice at his admission before his words finally settle in your head. With a careful smile, you lean over and press one final kiss to his lips.

“But what if I want to, hm? You needed me to come here tonight, so let me help. It doesn’t have to be a one time thing either.” You say just loud enough for the two of you to hear.

Hinata’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, turning his head slightly so that he can better make eye contact with you. When you giggle at that, he can only muster a confused grin himself before asking, “It… It doesn’t?”

“No, baby.” It was his first time hearing you call him that but Hinata already decided he’d commit some crazy acts just to hear you call him that pet name again. “I came here for you, so let me take care of you.”

And just like that Hinata finds himself in his bedroom with you closely in tow. He never would have anticipated this to be the outcome tonight. Like before any important game, he’s buzzing. His hands even tremble slightly when he leans over and helps you slide off your shirt. The same auburn eyes zero in on your covered breast with your bra and you can’t help but to indulge him, reaching behind you to remove the fabric and let it fall on the floor with your shirt. Hinata gulps once before continuing his trek of getting you comfortably naked. He falls to his knees in front of you, some place he belongs in his head, so that he may start with the removal of the shorts you wore to his house. Once your thighs are completely visible to him, he can’t help but to place a kiss on each of them. Before he can take off the last article of clothing, a nude pair of panties that matches almost perfectly with your complexion, you’re tugging him up off the ground.

“This is about you, remember,” you chastise before you aid him in the removal of his shirt.

Placing your hand on his very warm chest, you gently shove him onto his large king sized bed. He holds onto your wrist to make sure you follow him all the way up to the middle of his bed, stopping right before he reaches his pillows. Unable to satiate your growing urges, you palm Hinata’s cock right above his sweatpants. He sighs softly at the feeling and even goes as far to lift his hips to keep on with the friction. You slide off the piece of clothing as well as his underwear so that the man can be bare before you, and to be honest Hinata is very pleasing to the eye.

You can see all the hard work and dedication he’s put into himself. He’s muscular in all the right places, going as far up from his shoulders, down to his shins which you’ve set yourself upon. And his cock… fuck. He’s definitely not the longest you’ve ever had but you’re almost positive that girl is something you’d love to have inside of you.

“Relax for me, baby. ‘m going to make you feel really good,” you coax him down with your hand pushing down on his chest once more so that he can lay on the even amount of pillows he has on his bed. Finally, you reach down to hold his painfully hard cock in one manicured hand so that you can start to jerk it.

Hinata’s response is almost immediate. Soft moans leave his lips and they sound fucking heavenly. You perch your head down onto his pelvis so that you can have a clear view of what you’re doing to him. You press kisses along his shaft, not doing much to move your head a little, but to give him some more attention you know he’d appreciate.

“Oh fuck oh fuck. So fucking good. You’re such a good girl for me,” Hinata moans from above you, reaching a hand down so he can move a few of your braids off your forehead.

From the corner of your eye, you catch a small pearl shining in the low light of his room. Humming, you only slightly move your head so that you may catch it on your tongue, lathing his tip in kitten licks that has the man below you reeling in happiness. Beneath your head, you can feel the bone shift and occasionally jolt from his uncontrolled reactions.

He’s unable to tear his eyes off of you when you finally lift your head from his pelvis and finally put your mouth completely on him, damn near swallowing him whole before you pull back to catch your breath. Thick lines of spit connect your lips and Hinata’s cock and he is fighting everything in him not to cum then and there.

“Oh, oh baby ‘m not going to last.” He whines, moans tuning up into a slightly higher pitch when you go back down on him, only this time you last a few more seconds, willing your tongue to lick every last bit of surface area on his cock before you pull off again, replacing your mouth with your hand.

Hinata fights everything within him to prevent himself from holding your braids in a makeshift ponytail and forcing you to take every last inch of his cock until either of you can breathe. He knows what you’re doing is for him, but he just can’t bring himself to cum.

Even when it’s his own damn gift, he still punishes himself.

For the first time since starting, you finally look up at your partner. You noticed his reluctance to finally finish. The part of you that became worried that what you were doing wasn’t enough was immediately squashed when you saw his expression. He looked so… broken yet patient. Was he… waiting? Humming softly, you give him the nicest smile you can muster. “Sweet boy, are you waiting for me to tell you to cum?”

He carefully pushes himself up on one bent arm. Dumbly, he nods a few times. He sniffles once, then twice until he lifts his free hand to wipe his leaking eyes. Poor baby is crying. All because he wants to make you proud. In any normal situation, you would’ve consoled him properly but you have a strong inclination as to what can help him feel better.

Giggling you reach up and take his wettened hand in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’re so sweet, Sho. My sunshine boy. You can come whenever you want, mkay? Don’t hold back anymore. Promise I’ll clean you up real good after.”

You don’t wait for his confirmation before you’re resuming what you started earlier. You take it upon yourself to go down on Hinata again, only this time you favor bobbing your head every once in a while and jerking off whatever you can’t reach. It’s a drool-y mess on his lap, and the noise you make every once in a while drives Hinata insane.

His head falls back into the pillows and he cants his hips up into your mouth as his orgasm draws near. The only indications you get is a half broken warning, a tight squeeze of your hand as well as feeling his cock jump in your mouth until you feel the warmth of his cum hit the back of your throat. You pull off of him before his completely done, only to completely finish him off with a handjob you’ve quickly learned it's one of your favorite things to do with Hinata. The last bits of his orgasm are spent over your curled fist.

White cum covers your hand and all around his pelvis. When Hinata finishes, he’s still sniffling, fresh tears sliding down the corners of his eyes. Carefully, you make your way up to his body, pressing a myriad of cheek and jaw kisses onto him. He lets out a soft hum of content before he opts to catch your lips in a proper kiss, not even caring that he’s tasting his own self on you. When you pull away, Hinata looks at you with a genuine smile, one that looks like him.

“Better?” you ask him gently.

“Better.” He chuckles, tilting his head up so that he can kiss you again and again and again until he’s twisting both of your bodies so that he’s on top of you.

“Mmm wait, I didn’t get to clean you up-” your complaints die in your throat once you feel a wet hardness press at the front of your thigh.

“Why clean up if I’m just going to get all dirty again, hm?” He teases with a light chuckle, adjusting both of your bodies so that your legs are hiked up over his hips and you can feel his dick pressed right up into your clothed core.

“Let me show my favorite girl some thanks.”

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spacepuppy16 · 1 year

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Blizzard shenanigans☃️ Wandaxfem!reader

A/N: this is my first time posting this. And English isn’t my native, so my apologies if you find any mistakes. This is just for the fun of it.

Summery; you and your roommate are stuck because of a snow storm.. now the growing boredom leads to some fun activities.

Warning: NSFW, smutty smut! Fingering (w! Receiving) oral (w! Receiving) a bit of fluff at the end, slight ownership k!nk (Tell me if I missed one)

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White… that’s all you see when you stare out the window of the living room. The entire city was coated in a thick white blanket while snow fell down at a god awful speed, as if a dam broke open in the sky. The world seemed like a giant snow globe, one of those Christmas ornaments children love to shake up to watch the flakes swirl in unseen currents. You couldn’t imagine yourself walking in this weather to work.

Allegedly on cue, you got a text from your colleague.

‘Girl! Check the news!, it read.

Your eyebrows furrowed together as you read the words on the tiny screen, walking over to the tv and switching it on to the news. The overly excited man on screen was blabbering about the hectic ocourance outside right now.

“It is crazy out there Frank. A blizzard is blocking everything.” The weather man announced. “This is a code red people. So turn on the heat and stay inside for this monstrous….” His voice got cut off when you turned the tv off and let out a heavy sigh as you slumped down on the couch, staring blankly at the black screen.

It wasn't so bad to stay home. Actually, it is a little treat after working your ass off these past weeks. The only thing that bothered was the upcoming feeling of boredom. What could you do to keep yourself busy?

As it was eight am, your roommate Wanda was still sound asleep in her room. Not the best idea to wake her up. That girl was always so dour in the morning.

After debating for a few minutes you eventually settled with a book that you had been meaning to read a while ago.

At around two o'clock you heard Wanda step out of her bedroom. Dressed in some comfy pj's and a bathrobe hanging loosely around her slim body. She shuffled by on her fluffy slippers.

“Good afternoon sunshine.” You called out to her, but all you got in return was a soft grunt. Definitely not a morning person, you thought and chuckled lightly at hearing her ruffle in the kitchen.

After a few minutes she joined you on the couch with a steaming cup of coffee in her hand. You glanced up to get a small glimpse of her. The brunette was staring out the window at the world in white. There must be about 20 inches of white powder covering the streets and buildings. Wanda bit her lower lip, a small trait she had when she was lost inside her own mind. Eyebrows stuck in a deep frown as her soft slender hands were glued to the white cup with brown, scorching liquid. You turned your attention back to your book with a sharp inhale.

It was no secret to you that you fancy her, how could you not? She has this way of talking and moving that is so gracious and elegant that it urges you to just watch her. Her humor was a bit dark and twisty, and you couldn't relate to it more. Her long brown locks matched her honey like eyes and her body was hypnotizing. But she is your best friend and roommate. You could not risk jeopardizing the relationship you have now.

After a long moment of silence Wanda put her cup on the coffee table and laid her head on your lap. “Y/n. I’m bored and it’s cold.” Wanda whined, a small pout on her lips while she looked up at you.

“And what am I supposed to do about that?” You remarked without averting your eyes from your book.

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “Hug me to keep me warm?”

You chuckled softly at her childish behavior. “Okay you little baby.”

Wanda squealed and shot up while you set the book aside. She repositioned herself so she was straddling your lap. With her arms wrapped around your head and her face buried in the crook of your neck she relaxed, humming softly in your ear. You smiled once again at this adult baby in your arms. This was a side of her that only you saw. The sokovian girl has her walls up high when she meets new people. But with you she is a whole other person.

You sat like this for a moment. It was nice, but you couldn’t help your mind that started to wander, creating scenarios where this cuddle session turned into something more… heated.

You grunted softly and shifted, trying to ignore the throbbing warmth between your legs.

Wanda pulled her head back and stared straight into your eyes. Hers had a look in them that you could not quite comprehend.

“Is something wrong?” You muttered. Her intense gaze made you anxious. She didn’t reply, instead she cupped your cheeks with both hands. Her eyes shot down to your lips and back up to your eyes. What was she thinking in that beautiful head of hers?

You felt her hips rock softly on your thighs. The friction caused you to groan. What was she doing?

“Wanda…” you didn't get a chance to finish your sentence when her lips crashed on yours. The kiss caught you off guard, all you could do was stare at her with big eyes, not sure on how you should react. Too stunned to move.

The younger woman pulled back with a shocked look plastered on her face. "I'm sorry.. I didn't.." She tried to say something but the words got stuck in between her brain and her mouth. "I just.. I thought you…" Her face turned a bright shade of red of embarrassment. Honestly you thought it was the cutest thing ever.

You placed a hand on the back of her head and the other on her hip. Her confused expression made you smile a little. Sometimes she could be so obvious. You pulled her face closer to your own and let your lips ghost over each other. They were so incredibly soft and sweet that it felt like a dream. Please god don't wake me up. You thought.

Your other hand guided her hips to grind on your thighs, the friction sending a warm feeling to settle low in your core.

Wanda bit softly on her lower lip while staring at yours.

Your hand that was on the back of her head slid to the front of her neck, grabbing it just tight enough so she could breathe and locked her eyes with yours. She looked at you through half lidded eyes, her pupils blown and filled with lust.

"Don't bite your lip kitten." You purred. "I want to do that."

She moaned loudly as you pulled her face in and crashed your lips together in another heated kiss. Softly nibbling on her bottom lip you swallowed all the little sounds she gave as her hips were rutting to gain more friction. Her hands clawed at your shirt.

"Hmm, so eager." You husked. She just grunted in response. You knew she wanted more, and you were more than delighted to give it to her.

“Your clothes..” she grunted. “They’re bothering me.”

Your hand was removed from her throat and you put them both over your head. “Then let’s change that.”

With a devilish grin she grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head. Your bra followed quickly after.

You did the same to her, marveling at the way her breasts bounce with every rock of her hips. Your breaths mix together on how close your faces were to each other.

You were quick on my feet, hands now on her ass to hold her up.

The brunette let out a loud yelp at the sudden movement. “Sometimes I forget how strong you are.” She chuckled through soft pants. Her soft hands tangled in your hair.

You set her back down on the couch so you were on top. This is more your position.

The rest of your clothes scattered around the room. Hands roaming around, needing to feel each other.

“Fuck y/n!” Wanda moaned. Your lips latched around one of her nipples. Occasionally biting while sucking the hard nub. It was sinful how long you wanted to have this beauty under you, to fuck her senseless and cuddle her up during after care. For so long you felt like a creep to catch glimpses of her when she was changing or getting into the shower. And now you have the stunning brunette writhing underneath you. The obscene sounds that fall from her lips stir you on to ravish her more.

Her hands tangled in your hair when you gave the other breast the same attention.

"Y/N," She whined, her entire posture succumbing to your touch. "Stop.. teasing…"

"If you don't like my teasing then why are you moaning?" You mocked. You got a glare in return that engendered a laugh to erupt from you.

"Please y/n…"

Your hands snaked down her sides and rested on her hips that jerked up to initiate where she needed you most. You would give it all to her in a heartbeat. But the tease in you urged you to drag the moment out.

"Please what darling? Tell me what you need." You cooed. Fingers trailing over her hip bone, inner thigh and back up her stomach, all the while ignoring her desperate whimpers.

"I want…" She huffed. "I need you inside me, Please."

Her begging ignited something in you, something feral.

You dove down to her dripping core. Arms hooked around her legs to pull her awaiting pussy closer.

Her sweet scent of arousal intruded your senses. A soft groan escaped past your lips as you saw how wet she was. You took a long lick from her entrance to her clit.

“Fuck Wanda.. you taste so good.” You purred and let your tongue run through her folds once more to savor every single drop.

The obscure sounds Wanda let out spurring you on to repeat the same action over and over again. Her legs shook and twitched beside your head, threatening to clench around you, but you kept them open and spread so you could feast on her.

“F-fuck… that feels good.” The younger woman spoke through ragged pants. Her breathing became irregular at rapid speed, indicating she was close to release.

You looked up from your position while sucking hard on her clit. The sight was indescribable. Small strands of her stuck on her skin due the slight sweat that coated her body. Eyes rolled back and mouth open in a silent O. Pure bliss written across her features. And you were certain that it looked like she was glowing. Truly divine. Utterly beautiful and perfect. An ethereal being walking amongst the mundane.

You thrust two fingers in her, immediately met with slight resistance as her walls flutter around them.

One of her hands grabbed the back of your head to hold on steady. Her slender digits tangled in your hair.

You finger fucked her slowly at first, letting her adjust to the feeling. All the way in and out.

Once her hips started to move to meet your thrusts you picked up the pace and flexed your fingers on the way out. The pads brushing against that spot inside her that had her screaming out in pleasure.

Your name fell off her lips along with soft pleas.

“M-more… I need-.” It was clear she was so close to falling off the edge when she couldn’t make coherent sentences anymore.

“It’s okay kitten, I got you.” You hummed against her. Fingers still knuckle deep thrusting into her while her walls started to clench around them. Tongue still circling her bundle of nerves. “Let go for me.”

The coil inside you grew tighter at hearing her, feeling her come undone over your fingers and face. A loud scream tearing through the air as her body twitched.

You let her ride out her high with slow movements until her breathing grew more steady. A small smile tweaked at the corners of your lips when she squirmed away from your eager tongue to clean her up. Her core fucked to overstimulated.

You sat up with a satisfied feeling springing alive in your chest at seeing her state. Tears staining down her temple, her breasts covered with small bruises colored purple and red. All marked up.

All yours.

You brought your hand to your lips to lick them clean, but her hand was quicker. Guiding the digits to her own mouth and sucked them clean.

The sight alone made you come undone then and there.

She let go of your hand and slumped back down on the cushions with a content sigh.

“God.. that was-“

“Not god darling.” You cut her off. “I’m not letting him or any other take credit for making you feel this good.”

She chuckled at your words and your heart strings pulled at the sound.

“Thank you y/n.”

The thought of finally letting your feelings run free filled you with a sense of pride. And as your confidence grew you took your chance to tell her.

“I have dreamed about this way longer than I care to admit.” Your confession caught her interest, that was evident in her eyes and her silence hinted she wanted you to continue. “And I was so scared to tell you how I really felt about you.”

Wanda moved to straddle your lap again. Arms wrapped around your head as her fingers tangle in your hair, all the while maintaining eye contact with you. She lets all the words you say sink in, to memorize this moment as it is now.

“I don’t want to be just friends with you Wanda, or your insanely sexy roommate.” Again she chuckled and you laughed along with her before saying what you desperately needed to say.

“I want to be with you. For you to be mine and I am yours. If you’ll have me.” The pressure in your chest was crushing, the silence that surrounded you was deafening.

She searched your eyes for something, looking if you really meant what you just said. But all she saw was love and affection that radiated from you.

Her reaction was a deep and passionate kiss she planted on your lips. And everything felt right.

After a minute you both pulled back for much needed air.

“So.. is that a yes?” You asked.

“Yes! A thousand times yes!!” The younger woman said with the most blinding smile you have ever seen.

“Then I say we’ll celebrate this further in the bedroom.”

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beasts-in-moonlight · 4 months

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Seeds, Chapter 2

Lu meandered the streets with the egg in tow, making a half-hearted attempt not to draw too much attention to himself. His parents warned him not to walk the streets among commoners, but he didn’t really care that much about being recognized; he just wanted some fresh air. If anyone stared too long, he’d just walk faster. No big deal. His peace of mind, however, was abruptly interrupted by a call from you-know-who.

“Hello, sweetie, just checking in- Are you near Sector III?”

How did she-

“I’ve got eyes everywhere, dear. Now, can you do me a favor? There’s an adorable little creature nearby that I heard grows grass right on its back! It would be excellent for my collection. I’ll send over the details,” Her voice then lost all of the warmth she had dressed it in. “Don’t disappoint me.”

Before Lu could answer, she hung up the phone. In the same moment, something popped up on the interface of his monster-scanning doohickey.

SHRUBBARB. BIOMA-class beast with FLORA affinity. These beasts cultivate personal gardens on their own bodies. Though soft to the touch, they can also produce sharp spines to ward off aggressors. (Found in: Meadow Wilds)

Connecting every group of major city blocks were the wilds, artificial landscapes where one could find most plants, animals, and more importantly- a handful of beasts! Each of them had the climate of a similar Earth habitat. As one would expect, the Meadow Wilds were a flourishing grassland rife with herbs for the apothecaries of Sector III to use in potions.

Shrubbarbs weren’t especially rare, at least so Lu thought. After looking for almost a whole hour, he gave up and went back to town. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he caught an eyeful of that very beast, perched on a nearby balcony. No one would miss it much, right? Besides, he wouldn’t hear the end of it if he came home empty-handed.

Lu withdrew his staff, gifted to him by his father. The highest-end tech straight from Sector VI, it was useful for sparring as well as beast-wrangling. Utilizing experimental warp gate technology, it made transportation a snap. As he approached the beast, it immediately retaliated by flicking razor-sharp blades of grass.

“Ow! You little…” He lost his balance and face-planted on the ground below. “However long it takes, you’re coming with me.

After defeating the beast, Wynn was led by an official to a room where several others were sat chattering amongst one another. Distinguished by her heavy makeup, indifferent expression, and perpetual gum-chewing, the clipboard-toting young woman was seemingly no older than her.

“W-what’s all this?”

“Those who get tossed into the pits…and survive, are sentenced to work under the Beast Rangers to atone for their crimes. If we see fit, we can put you on track to become an official ranger, if you’d like. Think of it as our own little slice of rehabilitation.”

Wynn’s eyes widened with disbelief. “I could become a Beast Ranger?”

“Sure, if you’ve got the guts. Lucky for you, it’s recruiting season, so we can set you up with a starter pack right away. Even if you don’t get through, you’ll need these tools to get by, so have a seat.”

Wynn tiptoed through the rows of chairs, tensing up as nearly everyone in the room stared her down. Being the center of attention was definitely in her top five- scratch that, top three worst sensations ever. She finally came upon an empty seat, next to a particularly peppy prospect. Without it being asked of her, she immediately launched into introductions.

“Alina Dawns! But most people just skip the ‘A’ and get straight to the ‘Lina’. What’s your name?” she asked, offering her hand for a shake.

“Oh, um…I’m Wynn.” she took the girl’s hand apprehensively. It was rough and blotched with days-old paint stains.

“What brings you here?”

“Uhh, besides being thrown into a dungeon against my will…?” She’d never really thought about it that hard before. “Well, I guess I’d wanna be able to see all the different kinds of beasts up close…and that’s what Beast Rangers do, right?”

“Yup! I see ‘em on TV all the time. They make the news quite often, which really makes you think about the state of our- ooh, there goes one right now!”

Wynn turned to lock eyes with the emerald-haired spindly girl standing at the front of the room. She cleared her throat and clasped her hands together, almost like a princess would.

“If I may have everyone’s attention…welcome to Beast Ranger orientation! To those who missed the previous sessions, we will now be entering the hands-on portion, so…”

“Don’t worry, you didn’t miss much, just books and paperwork.” said Lina with a reassuring nudge.

“Now, we’ll start rotating through the orientation stations hosted by us Master Rangers.”

The recruits were all split off into groups, and the pair was able to stay together by a stroke of luck. Wynn was glad she had someone by her side through all of this. She thought she’d be behind bars or worse, but it just so happened to be the opportunity of a lifetime. I just hope my family is okay while I’m gone, she thought.

“What’s up, everybody? The name’s Eth, but my friends just call me Sylvie on account of my surname.” The schedule read, ‘Weapons with Eth Sylvan’. Interesting. “I’m in charge of the weapons here. I actually designed some of ‘em myself!”

Oozing charm with every word, this guy was about Wynn’s height. His loose curls were pulled back in a low ponytail. The wrappings on his feet, which exposed his toes, matched the candy-colored garment under his overalls. A beast Wynn had never seen before was perched on his shoulder. It was kind of like a cat, but on second thought reminded her more of a bug…?

PAWNCER. BIOMA-class beast with TOXIC affinity. These beasts are, on average, fuzzy and cuddly, but their saliva is corrosive and their sting is capable of completely numbing creatures multiple times their size.

“Me and Scorpi here’ll go around and get everybody fitted with a weapon that suits them, alright?”

Sylvie and his pal circled the room of curious rookies, explaining how the various weapons work and demonstrating their functions. Applicants immediately began testing their new artillery on one another.

“Y’all still need more time to pick something?”

Lina struggled to lift a huge mallet she’d been eyeing. “This one’s pretty cool!”

“Ooh, one of my personal favorites! Check out what happens when you twist the handle!” Sawblades appeared with a click. “Super versatile,” He turned to address Wynn. “How about you?”

“I-I think I’ll just keep this.” Sylvie recognized the knife she used earlier. All new weapons were exciting to him, but he held back so as not to exacerbate her nervousness.

“Mind if I take a closer look?”

“Um, yeah! Wait, no, I mean- here.”

He ran his hands over the blade, taking in the intricate etchings on the hilt and the smooth, lustrous blade. It was crystal clear with a slight red tint. “Hm…this is very well put together! I haven’t seen craftsmanship like this since…well, it’s been a while. We’ll have to look through the handbook to make sure it’s up to code, though...”

“Oh…”

“Just yanking your chain. Mine’s been collecting dust since I got it.” He handed it back gently, with the care of someone who knew how to handle such a delicate blade. “Go ahead, knock yourself out! Figuratively, of course.”

A bell rang, signaling the trainees to move on. “Guess I’ll see everyone off now. Don’t be a stranger!” Sylvie then went on to create a unique handshake for everyone who passed them as they left. Presumably, there was a section in his brain dedicated to memorizing elaborate handshakes.

Lu thought he’d stop by and visit his father in Sector V after delivering the last capture. He’s bound to have some free time now, right?

The fifth sector is where athletic disciplines lie, and where all royal guards are trained. Though unspoken, they more or less play second fiddle to the Beast Rangers in terms of defending Earth and its moon. Nevertheless, the king trains each guard personally, and loves them like his own children. Though he’s had many fierce contenders over the years, he’s never lost a fight against anyone- including his son Lunaire.

“Hey, small fry! Didja follow me or somethin’?” “With all due respect, Dad…I’m a grown-ass man. And I’m taller than you.” That much was true; Apollo was a short, stocky man with a tight, well-kempt ‘fro and a bushy beard to match.

“Of course, of course. Don’t rub it in,” he said with a hearty belly-laugh, which was an accurate description. Though chiseled from his training, an athlete’s diet crossed with child-rearing left him softer in the middle than he was in his prime.

“Come to best your old man while he’s got his guard down?...Oh!” He dug in his pocket for a bit. “You just reminded me I had something to give you.”

Great, more stuff to carry.

“This is the Key of the Moon. It’s been passed down by the Yoghs for cycles and cycles. When I married your mother, it was awarded to me to signify my place in this family- and now the time has come for me to pass it down.” He dangled the key, which bore a deep, cool hue faded by age.

“It is said that this key can open up gateways to disaster! You must never lend it to anyone, for even those closest to you may lurk in the darkness…or whatever it was they told me.” Carefully, he transferred the key to Lu’s neck. “For real though, keep it safe. Just in case.”

In spite of his earlier exasperation, Lu was actually proud to receive such an honor from his father. It was more interesting than the other gaudy garbage- sorry, “family heirlooms” his other relatives tried to pass off to him every five to ten business days.

“Sorry, kiddo, break’s over. Why don’t you go over and spar with the team? And don’t forget to-” “Warm up and stretch first. I know, I know. See ya, dad.”

When Lu reached out his fist for a bump, he was instead met with a tight embrace. King Apollo did everything loud, especially love. Though he didn’t hug back, his father knew he treasured every second of it. He just wished Lu was more of an open book.

The girls continued to the brewery, where the ranger they saw before was waiting. A chartreuse necktie and knee-high boots in other shades of green surely made her presence known, if the hot pink eyes didn’t do it first. With a flourish, long, skinny arms gracefully found her forehead in a facepalm.

“Hydra, go make sure anyone headed to the nursery comes here first to get their solution. I can’t believe they messed that up again…” Wynn scanned the thin, serpentine beast as it darted through the double doors and into the hall.

DOUSNAKE. ATMA-class beast with RAIN affinity. This beast is always wet, but its oily skin prevents it from dripping everywhere. They prefer to dwell in bodies of freshwater.

“Hello, everyone. My name is Ash. Here, we use these herbal mixtures to emulate the incubation processes for various beasts. That’s what makes a beast egg special- what’s inside can change based on its environment. Please be careful to only use authorized concoctions. Feel free to use the brewery’s supplies, or your own as long as it’s verified.”

Every desk was fit with a tiny cauldron and book of recipes. Everyone made quick work of the ingredients at their disposal, mixing leaves, nectars, and powders over the open fire. They meticulously studied the combinations to ensure they’d get a beast they liked.

Wynn took out the mortar and pestle she’d used to grind up the beans earlier that day. Huh, still a bit of paste left. Before she could do anything else, though, Ash appeared behind her.

“What’s that?” If Wynn could jump fifteen into the air right then, she actually could’ve, but the ceilings were too low. “Erm…”

Ash held a hand out. “Give it here.” She dejectedly handed it over, humiliated. She expected to be scolded, kicked out, or both, but to her surprise, the indignation on her face turned into intrigue.

“It couldn’t be…Jack’s Paste?” Ash gave another taste to be sure. “That’s one of the greatest blends of our time, you know. I wasn’t aware that Sector I was also home to herbalists?” she inquired, flipping through the cookbook.

“Yeah, um…I was trying this recipe for the first time.” Wynn was relieved, but understandably still a bit shaken.

“And here I was thinking you were a troublemaker! It has many uses, but I don’t think it’s very popular for beast rearing…” she explained. “You’re lucky I recognized it, because an unidentified formula could have disastrous results. Hm. Well here, it’s in the book, so you should be okay to give it a shot.” She emptied its contents into the waiting pot. “No idea what beast that makes, though. We should really update our catalog. Note to self…” She turned to assist the others with an elegant twirl.

“What are you putting in yours, Lina?”

She checked and double-checked to ensure her recipe was correct. “Coriander seeds, a pinch of ginger, and…one scotch bonnet! That should be the formula for this beast here.” She pointed at a picture of a slender, insectoid beast, accompanied by a blurb bearing a flame symbol.

“That’s a lovely choice. I read that Mantorches are surprisingly friendly, and great for roasting marshmallows.” Coincidentally, friends and marshmallows were two of Lina’s favorite things.

Even though it was approved by Ash, the outcome of Jack’s Paste was still a complete mystery. As she stirred her own pot, she couldn’t help but wonder what beast would come about.

Next up to visit was the nursery, a lush garden enclosure where beasts skipped happily about. Bumbling workers circled the premises, following after them like hyperactive toddlers. Even though there was something of a language barrier, the beasts and their caretakers understood one another completely. Wynn wondered if she could be stationed here when it came time to work off her sentence.

The third and final Master Ranger they would meet was pretty tall. Like, he towered over practically everyone else in the room. His hair fell in two-strand twists around a pair of bull’s horns protruding from his head. A long tail swished back and forth behind him as he spoke in a mellow, steady tone.

“Yo, I’m Thorn. It’s always a pleasure to see fresh faces around here. Uh…” The nursing grounds obviously had no chairs for them to sit in. “Right…pick an egg from the nest and take a seat on the floor, okay?”

An ornate wreath of foliage stood in the center of the courtyard, filled with the countless progeny of beasts who’d abandoned or volunteered their eggs. Thorn went on to assist everyone individually after they each picked out one of their own.

“Hey, how’s this supposed to work?” Lina whispered.

“W-well, even before they hatch, beasts tend to secrete this fluid…” Wynn could only describe it as ‘territorial slime’. “It’s a bit hard to explain, but the Beast Rangers figured out how to-”

Thorn approached, having overheard a bit of their conversation. “You sure know a lot about beasts, huh?” Wynn fell silent on impulse.

“For reals, she’s taught me so much and it’s only been like, half a day!”

“All the more reason to have you guys on the force, right? Let’s get you situated. You’re gonna wanna place the egg right in the middle of your pot, so it soaks up the formula. Then, it’ll change color.” For instance, Lina’s egg took on an orange-y glow, while Wynn’s was unusually neutral.

“Alright, hands in! Left, right, doesn’t really matter.” The eggs began to leak a viscous sap, which was somehow hot and cold at the same time. “Notice a mark forming on your wrist? Keep your hand in ‘till it’s totally solid.”

When all was said and done, the girls bore different symbols on their wrists. Thorn showed them his own mark and flashed a smile. “Now we’ve all got something in common! Whenever you wanna call on your beast, just trace over the symbol with your finger. Takes some getting used to, I know.”

Not realizing what she was doing, Wynn stared at Thorn vacantly.

“Trying to figure out what kind of beast I’ve got in me?”

She quickly averted her eyes. “Oh! Sorry, um…”

“No worries. Here, I’ll show you.” Wynn handed him her bestiary- despite the enormity of his hands, he handled it in a precisely delicate manner.

BULLAND. TERRA-class beast with EARTH affinity. These beasts travel in herds and use their hooves to dig up mud and clay. They can increase in size to form larger impressions in the earth.

“Tauro and I kinda share a body, but we have the same bond as any other ranger and beast,” Thorn explained. “Just don’t let him get too hungry, you know how that gets…” They all had a good laugh about it, but Thorn paused with a grave sincerity. “Seriously. It’s not pretty.”

Now that every rookie was equipped with the basic materials, the registration process had officially begun and they would be dubbed rangers-in-training, eager to climb the ranks as they grew accustomed to their duties.

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oatbugs · 2 years

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abt to drink some coffee n do more lecture work 4 tomorrow . i have so much work but i missed uni so much

#told my crush abt nonclassical logics even tho im studying classical rn #missed my boys w the pink phones n their jokes #missed my girls w the sharp minds and soft voices #missed A buying us snacks . missed having too much work to do. missed the fact that its all work i love. missed our board outside the #kitchen full of photos .#gonna wake up at 7.5 tmrw and completely in hazy sleepy state and rush from lecture to lecture and fall asleep and fall in love #filled with a secret loneliness i will not thinks about . filled w a transparent love i will always scream about .#personal

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father-time-and-baby-new-year · 3 years

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happy 200! i’m so glad to see your blog grow, it’s one of my favorites and i adore all your writing. i’ve never cried so much and i love the kind of unsettling feeling you write in your fics, it’s perfect in the category of yandere and dark content. in particular, i loved your drabble about shigaraki mourning over a dead reader and i’ve reread that one too many times to count haha! as for asks for headcannons and drabbles, it would be amazing to see that with bully!eren especially since he was such an awful person to the reader. i’d love to see him suffer honestly, but if you don’t want to write it, that’s completely fine! once again, i’m so proud of you for hitting 200! that’s such a huge milestone and hopefully, there will be many more in the future! :)

SYNOPSIS: bully!Eren has to navigate the world without you.

Pairing: Bully!Eren x Fem!Reader

A/N: I can't even explain in words how much I CHEESED at this message like my grin was ear to ear. can't explain how many times I read this. It singlehandedly made my day anon, and to repay you for my happiness....here is some angst. this is a slightly different route than the shiggy one but I hope it still suits you <3

TW: mentions of death, past dubcon/noncon, mentions of trauma, bullying, alcohol addiction, drunk driving, abusive behavior, revenge porn, nonconsensual photography/videography, mentions of infidelity, angst, so much of angst, violent behavior

WC: 2.5k

It's not like Eren had been doing a lot of soul-searching. He's not delusional enough to label his half-assed epiphany of "maybe I'm a shitty person" as soul searching.

It's just the conversation with his very sick mother burned holes through the back of his mind. Carla had asked about you and why you don't come by the house anymore. How she missed baking with you in the kitchen, and how you sweetly smiled whenever you would see soft creamy peaks form in the meringue.

Eren felt like he was swallowing needles as he assured his mother with false truths, that nothing was going on and distance between childhood friends is natural, and if it means so much--ok ok he'll bring you over.

He stays until he sees her chest slowly rising and falling into a gentle asleep. He touches the tip of his ears, unsurprised by how hot it was.

Eren, when you tell a lie, the tips of your ears turn red.

You're not at school the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.

Guilt is not an emotion he feels often but the events of the past weekend replay in his mind. It was just a dumb party that Floch threw, and he was surprised to find you cornered by a trio of thee dunderheads. Like a distorted fairytale, he swept you away from the bad guys like a knight in shining armor, to only shove you in an empty room and demand compensation for playing hero.

Fuck, with that big mouth, you would think that you'd know how to suck cock.

Use your tongue stupid slut. If you use teeth, I'll shove this dick in your ass without any prep.

No, I don't care, you're taking all of it.

There's a video on his camera roll. How could he not record it? You're sobbing, mascara running down your cheeks, looking so beautiful and ruined with jizz smeared at the corner of your mouth. He was brutally fucking your mouth, making you take all of his length.

Breathe through your nose dumb whore. Or else you're gonna run out of air.

You were pleading with whatever garbled sounds you were constricted into producing.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren is conflicted with muting the video because he can't stand to hear himself like that. But he didn't want to miss out on your pitiful whines.

He remembers the distraught expression on your face when he was finally done with you. He tucked himself inside, and sneered, "I've got a girl coming here. Get lost." You looked so fucking distraught. Why? All he did was make you suck his dick. He didn't even fuck you.

He should have. Eren thinks grimly when he stares at your empty desk on the first day you didn't show up to school. He's gotten off to the video more than enough times than he can count over the weekend, and he was aching to see your pretty face twisted into a terrorized expression when he flipped up your skirt to grope your ass.

Kindly, Eren decides he'd allow you to have a rest day. But the second day, Eren pays a visit to your house finding it dark and locked, like no one was home and hadn't been there for a while.

On the third day, you're declared missing.

Your incompetent workaholic mother who finally came home and decided to give a damn reported you missing to the authorities who had scratched their heads because as far as they knew, the pivotal 72 hours were up.

Paradis was surrounded by forests. No one wanted to say it, but they were all thinking it. If you got lost in there, chances are you wouldn't make it out.

Eren wasn't always this admired and fawned over. He had his fair share of behavioral issues that frightened people (not you though, not then at least, not when you were children, and you still came back every day to play).

But when he channeled that anger into sports, there was somewhat of a star in the making, especially for some small-town boy. He was becoming extremely popular, and that's nice and all, but at the end of the day, he has a mother whose health was taking a sharp decline. He was constantly under stress, stress that he took out on you.

Where did his favorite stress-ball go?

It's all fucking surreal. Having detectives in the school. Not that there were many students to question (because christ, did you even have any friends after Eren turned everyone against you?).

Eren was questioned. He can't help but mirthfully chuckle. Maybe this was your grand plan, maybe you were able to finally sort out a mountain of evidence against him. If you were going to fuck him over, didn't you want to see it happen with your own two eyes?

The dark-haired boy wishes that was true. If you had gotten your revenge, would you be here? No, revenge isn't the right word. If you got any justice for what he made you suffer, would you come back?

Hi, I'm Detective Hange. I would like to ask you some questions today. You're Eren Yeager, right?

Yes, that's me.

How do you know ___?

We were childhood friends. We're uh, we're not as close anymore.

When was the last time you saw her?

Friday night at Floch's party-

-Floch Forster right? There were a number of kids there from your school.

Yeah. It was a big party. She uh, doesn't usually come to parties but she was there that night.

You were the last person to be seen with her. Other kids have said that they saw you and her entering a room together, and then only her leaving the said room.

[Sigh] Yeah we sorta...hooked up.

I thought you said you guys weren't close anymore.

You can be not close to someone and still hook up with them.

But you guys were close once right?

Yeah. Once.

The dark-haired boy asks if he was under any suspicion. The detective waves their hand in a dismissive gesture, “If her diary tells us anything, it’s only that she really liked you.”

Were detectives even allowed to divulge that sort of information? Eren doesn’t know but the stray detail that they offered off-handedly made him feel like he was swallowing needles.

At that point, Eren honestly still doesn't believe you're gone. You had a habit of running away, even when you were little kids, but you always came back.

Still, he participates in the search parties with a renewed vigor, even going alone in the forest with a flashlight on most nights.

And he's just so fucking tired. The darkest crevice of his mind almost wishes you were dead because this ignorance was just agony. Almost. Because he still clings to the feeling that one day, he’ll stroll into class and find you in your seat in the back of the class, looking out the window like some cliche shojo manga protagonist.

There are folders and folders on his phone. Albums. The most recent one is dedicated to your crying face as you were choking on his dick. Earlier albums are composed of creepshots of your panties, of that obscene o-face, of your skirt flipped up and your ass cheeks, pictures of your cleavage, videos of you thrashing as he dunked your head into toilets like a villainous middle school bully.

Pictures of your neck covered in hickeys, your naked breasts, ass cheeks striped with red after getting spanked, your leaking cunt, just endless and endless media dedicated to pieces and pieces of your body like you were never a whole person.

The earliest ones though tell a different tale, from off-guards to your drooling face as you napped in the middle of the day.

He has a favorite picture. Your eyes are watery from the cold, snowflakes stuck between lashes, nose and cheeks flushed red, and you're smiling. Smiling right to the camera. Right at him.

"Eren, are you taking a picture?" You asked, bouncing in place, giddy that it was finally snowing.

"Not of you, shut up. Get out of the way." His voice is gruff but not harsh.

You laughed and jumped into frame anyway, and the bright streetlamp behind you made you seem like you were wearing a halo.

He wishes he had more pictures of you being...yourself. Because now your crying face displayed over countless pixels haunt him. But like a fucking degenerate, he still jerks off to all the nudes he coerced from you. Sometimes he cries when he's jerking off which is probably the most pathetic thing he's ever done. This is what you've reduced him to.

He hates the sound of his own voice.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren goes through the motions of life without really feeling like he's in the moment. Seasons change and time flies. His mother dies, and his withdrawn father dies a year later. He proposes to Mikasa because it's something he was always supposed to do. She loves him unconditionally, so even when he doesn't put any effort into the relationship but proposes, she says yes hoping he'll change and be a good husband.

He doesn't go to his parents' funerals because they're already dead. What's the point. He doesn't visit the candlelight vigils in your honor either. After tearing his ACL again and a somewhat traumatic injury, he kisses his pro-football career goodbye. To be totally honest, he's relieved. Because he had gotten quite bored, and maybe he was looking for excuses to quit the entire time. It's not like you'd be cheering on the bleachers anyways.

Mikasa has an affair, more out of a desire to see her fiancé feel something for her as opposed to any burning lust. But when she asks him if he's ever cared at all, with tears springing out of her eyes, he's just calmly drinking his fifth of whisky.

The dark-haired man doesn't even look up, "Let's break up."

"Is this about her, huh? Fucking get over it already Eren. She's GONE. And you have some big fucking audacity moping about her death like you weren't making her cry in the bathroom stalls every fucking day you piece of shit."

"Get out."

"You know what, I bet she killed herse-"

SMASH

The dark-haired woman doesn't finish her rant because the whiskey bottle smashes on the wall next to her head, sending glass everywhere and staining the carpet amber. She's unharmed, knowing it wasn't Eren's intention to hit her but Jesus Christ, what a monster.

She packs her bags and leaves the town like she should have a long time ago. All her friends had left years before and she stayed behind because that's where Eren was. She thanks her lucky stars that they didn't marry.

It's funny because he had always imagined himself being the first to move out of their small town, but he's the one staying. He can't leave this place. feels too tethered to ever leave. Every diner and liquor store is saturated with memories of you. He remembers buying cigarettes and exhaling the smoke to your face to piss you off in empty parking lots.

Maybe he stays in case you'll come back.

Eren's days consist of alcohol-fueled hazes. He doesn't know how his liver is still functioning. He doesn't know he's still alive after crashing his car into a tree when he was drunk out of his mind. He was on his way to get some more vodka.

He barely recognizes himself in the mirror anymore, not that he looks at himself much. His hair is long, nestled around his shoulder because he couldn't be bothered to cut it, dark circles under viridian eyes, and a perpetual stubble on his jaw.

His parents had left quite a sizable inheritance so there's no need to work but he's good with his hands. Likes crafting up birdhouses and cabinets, and occasionally does odd jobs around the neighborhood, never charging the elderly.

He's under the sink, tinkering with a wrench against the pipes when he hears the old lady coo at him.

"We're so lucky to have you Eren. I'm surprised a handsome young man like yourself doesn't have a special lady. The girls must be lining up at your door!"

The dark-haired man winces, and offers no comment, knowing that that the older lady was susceptible to long tangents.

"You know, we're getting a new neighbor." Eren grunts as a response. "They're young, I've heard. Isn't that exciting? Oh my, Eren! I think they're gonna be living in the house right next to yours..."

He tunes out the rest of the conversation because doesn't really care. He just hopes his new neighbors are quiet.

It's Sunday noon when obnoxious noises of moving trucks and people wake him up from his deep slumber. Eren's annoyed to wake up despite the fact he's probably been sleeping over 15 hours. He oscillates between getting too much sleep and getting none, his sleeping habits completely dependent on his dreams.

His nightmares are too visceral, visions of your corpse asking him if he'd enjoyed hollowing your soul with his teeth.

His dreams are achingly sweet. You in your prom gown, shining so iridescently like diamonds were sewn into the silk. He's dancing with you, holding you close, and then after you guys go to your favorite diner and gorge on burgers and milkshakes.

There's a peal of distinctly feminine laughter that stirs up Eren's senses. He's so pathetic, was the mere sound of a woman laughing getting him excited?

He sighs. He thinks of the whore he's frequently visited because of her resemblance to you. Hair color, skin color, face shape--with enough alcohol, he could really convince the person beneath him, was you. Maybe it's time to give her a call, but she's gotten so fucking needy and he hated how her voice didn't match yours.

The green-eyed man peers from the lace curtains, irritated by the brats playing on his lawn. A full family next door? Great, just what he needs.

The friendly knock on his door breaks him out of his daze. He contemplates whether he should answer but on the second more muted knock, he lets his feet guide him.

He turns the knob.

And Eren Yeager completely shatters.

Because it's you isn't it? You're the person standing in front of him? He can hear what you're saying but he doesn't really register it, soaking in the cadence of a voice he had long forgotten because all he had were pleading whimpers and frenzied moans stored on his cell.

He's shaking. Is he dreaming? He's dreaming, right? He knows it's you. You're older, far more beautiful than he's ever seen you. You have a different hairstyle, wearing clothes he would have mocked you for, and there's this joyfulness within you that makes you glow.

There's a mess of emotions electrifying in the pits of his stomach from euphoria, anger, and dread. He could feel his skin growing clammy like he was about to vomit at any second.

"Hey, are you all right?"

Doe eyes full of concern peer up at him. He voices out the syllables of your name like a desperate prayer.

You tilt your head to the side, "How do you know my name?"

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janksfatass · 2 years

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Warning

SMUT 18+

Warnings: unprotected sex, daddy k!nk, crying k!nk, dom!sam, spit k!nk, choking, hair pulling, spanking w/ belt, oral m/f rec, there’s a lot 😂

Mood board inspo by @greta-van-yeet

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You wake up to the sound of your phone buzzing and see Sam’s photo on the screen. You answer the phone,

“Why are you calling me at 1am?”

“I miss you.” His voice sounds tired and raspy. “I’ve been at the studio all day and I haven’t been able to get you off my mind. More specifically, how you feel wrapped around my cock.”

You feel yourself start to blush.

“Okay, and what would you like me to do about that?” You ask, already knowing what his response will be.

“I want you over here. Now. You have until 1:45 to get here and if you’re late, there will be consequences, Angel.”

The threat combined with the pet name sends chills down your spine and in between your legs.

“See you soon.” You hang up the phone and jump in the shower. After digging through your closet, you decide to put on a white lace lingerie set under your clothes. You grab your keys and head to Sam’s.

You pull into his driveway and look at the time. ‘2am. Fuck.’

You check your phone and see a message from him, “The door is unlocked for you.”

You walk up to the door and your heart starts to pound thinking of what kind of punishment you’re about to endure. You walk inside to meet the scent of sandalwood incense. The living room is dimly lit and you spot Sam sitting in a chair next to the fireplace with a glass of whiskey in his hand and something laid across the arm of the chair.

His belt.

He notices you looking at it, “I warned you, sweetness. Come over here now.”

You walk over to him and kneel down in front of him.

“Good girl. You’re learning.” He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and strokes the side of your face with his thumb. “You look so pretty when you’re scared. Now strip for me Angel.” He leans back in his chair and takes a sip of his drink.

You start by removing your top and tossing it on the floor. “Mmm, nice choice.” Sam says regarding your lingerie. You smirk and move on to your pants, sliding them down and kicking them to the side. You look at him and notice his breath starting to falter.

“God, you have the most gorgeous body I’ve ever seen.” He takes another sip of his drink and pats his knee, “Time for your punishment, love.”

“Yes, Daddy.” You make your way over to him and lean over his lap.

He takes his hand and rubs over your ass before pulling your panties down. He reaches for the belt and says “I want you to count for me sweetheart.”

You nod your head, “Okay.”

You feel the sudden sharp sting of the belt across your ass and let out a soft whimper. “What was that?” He asks.

“Yes daddy.”

“There we go sweet girl.” He gently rubs your cheeks in circular motions.

“One.”

He removes his hand and you brace for the next one. You moan as the belt comes in contact once again, only this time a little harder than before.

“Two.”

Your eyes begin to prick with tears. Sam gives you a few more smacks keeping the same amount of force and massaging you in between strikes.

“Last one darling.” He gives you one last blow, the hardest one yet. You moan with delicious tears streaking your face.

“Five.” You manage to choke out.

Sam lifts you up and sets you on his lap so you’re straddling him. He wipes the tears from your face. “You did so good for me Angel.” He kisses your forehead. “Now I think my good girl deserves a reward.” He wraps his arms under your legs and lifts you up to carry you to the bedroom. He sets you on the bed and climbs over you to place kisses down your neck. He reaches under you to undo your bra and removes it from you. He runs his tongue over your breasts and licks around one nipple before pulling it into his mouth and biting softly. He moves to the other to do the same. Grabbing your thighs, he traces his tongue down your stomach and hips before moving between your legs. Kissing each of your thighs and lightly kissing the outer parts of your pussy, intently avoiding where you needed to be touched, and creating an insurmountable ache inside you.

“Please, stop teasing. I need it.”

“Need what Angel? Use your words.”

“Need your mouth on me.”

Sam then puts your legs over his shoulders and licks up your core before sucking your clit into his mouth. “You taste so fucking good.”

You feel your orgasm already starting to build as he continues to suck and lick on you flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud. You look down to find his eyes burning into yours.

“Be a good girl and cum for Daddy, Angel.”

Your heart starts to pound hearing the words leave his mouth. He inserts two fingers into you and knows just how to move them. Rapidly hitting your g spot as he licks over your core and sucks your folds into his mouth before moving back to your clit. He hums against you with the vibrations sending you closer to your release. You reach down to entangle your hands in his hair and start to pull as you begin to grind on his face.

“That’s it. That’s my sweet girl.” His fingers speed up.

“Fuck! Just like that!” Your breath stills as your climax washes over you and Sam slows his mouth and fingers letting you ride out your high. You sit up and grab his hand, bringing it to your mouth as you roll your tongue over his fingers sucking what’s left of you off them.

“Fuck, you’re my little whore aren’t you?”

You remove his fingers with a ‘pop.’

“Mhm.”

“Close your eyes, I’ll be right back.” You close them and feel the bed shift as he gets up. A few moments later, he returns.

“Open.”

You open your eyes and see two silk ties in his hand and he places them on the bed. Your heart flutters with excitement. He steps away and removes his clothes. You watch as his cock springs free from his boxer briefs, lightly slapping his stomach.

“On your knees for me, Doll.” You do as he says and he wraps your hands together with one of the ties. He then repeats the motions around your feet. He rolls you over propping you up on your elbows and knees. You feel yourself already getting wetter than before. He reaches down to run his fingers through your folds.

“Already wet again for me sweet girl?”

“Yes Daddy.”

He grabs his thick cock and places it at your entrance and starts sliding it between your lips, rubbing your clit over and over. Then he shoves into you immediately bottoming out but pulling back slowly.

“Fuck you’re so tight Angel.”

He begins to fuck you relentlessly and his hand slips between your legs as he rubs quick, tight circles over your clit.

“Oh fuck!”

You moan out and he uses his other hand to grab a fistful of your hair and pulls your head back. He leans down and in a soft voice says,

“You’re doing so good sweet girl. Taking my cock like a fucking whore.”

He continues pounding into you. The room filled with pornographic moans and sounds. He pulls out and flips you over and unties your hands and feet then pulls you up onto your knees. You grab his cock and lick from base to tip then swirl your tongue over the head before taking him into your mouth. He places both hands behind your head and fucks your throat with no remorse. You start to gag and salivate all over him. When you begin to run out of air you tap his thigh and he pulls out of you and gives you a sharp smack to your cheek. You take in a few large breaths and he kneels down to your level and grabs your hair to pull your head back.

“Open for Daddy.”

You open your mouth and he leans over you and spits directly onto your tongue. You swallow and he delivers another smack to your face.

“That’s my good girl.”

He pushes you back down on the bed and throws one of your legs over his shoulder as he shoves back into you. He starts pounding into you, hitting your cervix deliciously with each thrust.

“Who’s pussy is this?”

“Yours!”

“I said WHO’S FUCKING PUSSY IS THIS?!”

“Yours Daddy, it’s all yours!”

“That’s right, Angel.”

He pulls your leg down to the side of him and places one hand around your throat, giving a firm squeeze. The other hand moves between your legs. He starts rubbing right circles over your clit with more pressure than before.

“Just like that! I’m going to-“ before you could finish your sentence he speeds up his thrusts and your vision goes black as you feel your release consume you from head to toe.

“That’s it sweetheart. You’re such a good girl for me.”

Your pussy contracting around him has him close too.

“You want Daddy to fill you up?”

You nod furiously and he lifts up your legs, holding them in place, driving deeper than before.

“Fuck!”

His hips begin to falter and he stills inside of you, you feel his warmth coat your walls, filling you to the brim. He pulls back slowly and gives you a few final deep thrusts before pulling out completely. He leans over and kisses your forehead then goes to the bathroom to clean himself off. He returns with a warm wet towel and cleans you up as well.

“I will never get tired of this.”

You say and let out a soft laugh. Sam climbs into bed with you and pulls you close to him and takes your hand into his.

“What if this time, you didn’t go home?”

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muite · 3 years

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Protective boyfriend Baji !

» fluff w/ sweet boyfie kei (1.5k)

Study dates were always quiet with your boyfriend, baji keisuke who was actually known for being a loud and kinda dumb person was always so good to you during these times, taking your study dates very seriously

being neighbors was a great thing for you both, being that the reason why you met each other in the first place, both of you living with only your mothers and you with your cat, who one day went missing and it wasn't until afternoon that baji knocked on your door asking if he was yours and if he could come visit him

safe to say he managed to snatch himself a tutor who was more than able to explain to him the things he didn't understand one, two or three times while being completely patience with him, over time the two of you confessed your feelings to each other and then eventually started dating

this evening though you were explaining something different to him

"hah? what do you mean some fuckers are billing you?"

"it's bullying baji-kun"

tickling your arm he blushed before murmuring an embarrassed "shut up" putting a hand on his neck and rubbing it "what were they even bullying you for?"

"they made fun of me for my glasses, they said I looked funny"

recently you had been having constant headaches and after going for a quick check up you found out you needed reading glasses, they said the headaches were produce of you squinting too hard, so now here you are explaining all the current events happening in your school life to your boyfriend

"fuck that, you look georgess"

"it actually is gorgeous baji-kun"

"I don't give a shit, you're going home with me tomorrow"

"we don't even go to the same school"

"I'll go to yours!"

seeing you smile made him feel all dizzy inside and he'll be damned if he didn't protect your smile at all costs

"then I'll be waiting for you"

"you better cause I don't wanna get lost"

laughing softly at him you said "you won't"

at 5pm sharp he was waiting at the entrance of your school, watching dozens of students leave to finally go to their homes

but none of them were you

so already feeling irritated he decided to go looking for you, walking down the halls of the large institution many people looked at him when he passed by them, surely thinking he was some sort of freak or something cause clearly that wasn't their school's uniform

finally arriving at your class he saw the two doors closed, he thought he would wait a few minutes, that is until he heard muffled voices and mocking laughs coming from the classroom he knew you studied in

"there's some guys in my class that have been bullying me"

baji's instincts told him to slam the door open and pondering too much, that's exactly what he did

he saw four guys surrounding you as another one had your glasses in one hand above your head, the five of them were laughing at your "give it back!" while tossing the said glasses between them

"but were having such a great time y/n-chan!"

just as the leader of the group said that a fist collided with his cheek making him lay flat on the ground

the remaining 4 guys and you scrambled to see who had knocked the living shit out of the strongest guy in your class, only to find a nerd looking guy with slicked back hair wearing some really big glasses

the right hand of the leader walked up to the nerdy guy with a threatening look in his eyes

"oi damn nerd did you do thi-"

before he can finish the question a fist sent him to the ground, laying down just beside his leader

your wide eyes watched with amazement as the nerdy guy kicked the five of your bully's asses, as he knocked down the last one your mind started questioning who the nerdy guy was

"damn fuckers, making me fight in school didn't even let me change"

hearing that familiar annoyed deep growling voice your impossibly wide eyes went even wider

"baji-kun?! what are you doing here?!"

"looks like you forgot I told you I would be walking you home today y/n"

smiling sheepishly at him you said "ah.. yeah I did..."

though it was obvious why you didn't go meet him as you promised

seeing how your embarrassed face couldn't even look at him right now, he softened the scowl on his face waking over to you before grabbing your face in the most delicate way he could asking

"these idiots gave you a hard time? they didn't injure my girl anywhere right?"

cheeks heating up in his hands made him smile, he loved how adorable you were, always giving him the cutest reactions at the bare minimum of what you called "his boyfriend material side"

"hm, just them messing with my glasses and pulling my hair"

"oh right, were are them?"

hearing him ask that reminded you of the issue at hand: your glasses

"ah, I remember hiroshi-san was the last one with them in hand-"

"oi hiroshi stand up"

you knew your boyfriend was in a gang and that he had been in numerous fights with many people, you even had to patch him up many of the times he's gotten in trouble and didn't want his mom to worry

but this was completely different, seeing him, being this dangerous and demanding made you feel some type of way, you knew he was strong both in attitude and strength, but even so you couldn't stop but gawk at him being this amazing

hiroshi stood up and when he did you saw that with the fall he had landed on your brand new glasses, glasses that now laid in millions pieces with a crooked frame

you felt yourself pout and with a trembling heart you stepped to gather them in your hands but before you could touch them baji stopped you

"stand up, the five of you"

hiroshi and his friends quickly made a circle around baji, completely in his hands at the fear of the said guy beating them to unconsciousness

"all of you, every single one are going to pay for her glasses" the guys looked at each other nodding their heads unable to form words with their mouths "five times"

"hah?!"

"you bastards have a problem?"

seeing baji's threatening stare made them swallow hard, bowing down and muttering a quiet "no"

"by the end of the week I want y'all to have already paid her the... prize was it y/n?"

"p-price baji-kun"

"-paid her the price and if you don't just know that I'll be hunting down every single one of you" and after ending them a dirty look he grabbed your hand and started walking towards the door as if nothing happened

"I didn't know you could pull of glasses baji-kun"

"shut up it makes me smarter"

you couldn't help the laugh escaping your lips at that statement

the two of you were walking towards your apartment complex hand in hand, baji letting his long hair loose and putting his glasses in a little pouch into his bag

"-and didn't I already told you to stop calling me baji? I'm your boyfriend, call me keisuke or kei-kun, some cheesy shit"

"it's disrespectful"

"I call you y/n all the time"

"but you're simply you, baji-kun"

"what the hell does that even mean?"

after laughing you smiled softly at him, he was really sweet and a really good boy, even going to the lengths of beating five guys for bullying you

feeling how the grip on his hand tightened he looked over his shoulder to catch your stare, you looked troubled and your wobbly lips told him something wasn't right "you ok?"

with a hand you pulled his tie down, his face coming closer to you and finally closing the distance with a sweet kiss

his beating heart let you dictate the path of the kiss, soft sigh leaving his lips as one hand grabbed the side of your face, so soft he thought to himself as your lips molded his, some few minutes passed and then you pulled away from him

"I love you kei-kun, thank you for everything"

his soft gaze on you let you know that he was starting to feel flustered and with a soft tone he replied "idiot, you don't have to thank me"

you loved dork adorable baji at times like these

grabbing your hand he continued walking down the street

"wanna eat at my house? your mom can come too, then we'll go to yours while they're together" smirking down at you he said in a low suggesting voice "that way you can pay the prize to me for saving you"

"it actually is price kei-kun"

"way to kill the moment y/n"

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 23: PRETTY BOY

emotions run wild when everyone is drunk and hardly coherent. quackity is always loud, but tonight is a full on assault on the senses (the ears, in particular). bretman simps for corpse too much for your liking. rae is happy for once. there’s a confession of love somewhere in there. sister james makes a very good impostor, but that’s old news, the real question is who gave you a knife? a new persona emerges that leaves the roaches quivering in their boots.

─── corpse husband x reader, a lil bit of everyone x reader (because she’s a queen) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: a lil over 7k.

author’s note: it’s the way i can’t follow a fucking calendar for me. sorry guys, i swear to god i thought i had one more day before thursday . the idiot award goes to me and i accept it with pride. anyway, i was excited to write this for a while! quackity is in mexico, that’s why he drinks, too. my fic, my rules, he’s too funny not to include. im also working on an extra w dream and mr quack so look forward to that, too! hopefully u like this part ily xx and as always lmk wat u think!!

ultimate masterlist. ҉ myso masterlist ҉ previous. ҉ next.

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The outfit for today was picked with care and consideration. Hot, as always- you had forgotten your roots, your hoodie and sweats lay hidden in the bottom of your drawer never to be worn on stream again. You’ve changed. Clout really does that to people. Some viewers, naturally, find your hotness near insulting: how dare you rub your beauty in their faces, and so unabashedly, too?! If only you had a twinge of self-awareness, perhaps you would tone it down. But you don’t, and whether that’s by choice or not is the mystery the whole internet tries to solve (ARMY has been working diligently, and you admire their effort, though in the end their tireless labor brings no tangible results).

You went from hot to hotter. In all truth, the fires eating away at California can be blamed on you. You carry this burden in stride, in your platform overpriced shoes some girl scammed you on Depop with, in your fishnets, in your skirt, in your corset, in your rings and necklaces and chains. You woke up today and chose violence. Decided your existence will be a plague to the rest of the populace, and meant it (that, maybe, you took inspiration from a certain faceless Youtuber that so happens to be your boyfriend or whatever). You feel powerful. Like you could step on the world and the world would let you. You decide that it’s the way it should always be.

The smile on your lips informs of nothing good to your quaint, small audience of 40k. You change the lighting in your room from the soft cherry blossom pink to menacing violet. As fitting for a villain.

Perhaps California’s hellish sun has finally purged you of your bubbly, docile nature (arguably, you had never possessed it to begin with); perhaps it’s the forth mimosa you’re mixing as people slowly trickle into the lobby. Who knows?! Not you, definitely. What do all of those boring dead white European philosophers say? Embrace the unknown? Cheers, you’ll drink to that.

In stark contrast to your appearance, your room is a fucking mess. A war-zone of epic anime scale. Everything is scattered, well, everywhere. A perfect representation on what’s going on in your mind, always. You don’t like how people focus on your surroundings-- you’re the main attraction, hello? Are you not enough to sustain them? Must they beg for more?! Totally ungrateful. You shake your head in disappointment, as if a mother scolding her children.

noooooo! mom pls forgive me i will never ask abt anything ever again T_T

yall looking at the room? lol couldnt be me

feels like im five and my mum just told me i cant eat a pretty rock i found on the pavement:(

You can’t contain your sly grin. Eyes twinkle with a purplish hue, appearing all the more menacing. You tricked them once again, oh how absolutely evil of you. In your blind delight you accidentally spill champagne on your lap.

“-Oop, fuck.” You snort.

why does she sound like goofy

The scandalous drunk Among Us stream is about to start. You had been eerily silent through the greetings, and those that chose to approach you were met with a cold shoulder and minimal replies. All on purpose, of course. You wish to plant a seed of unease within them, and so far, it’s working. There are questions unanswered, jokes unsaid, Quackity unteased. It breaks your heart, but it must be done. You look into the camera, all vulnerable and devout, as if to say: I’m doing this for you, all for you.

pack it up yandere simulator

idk whats going on but i think im into it?

villain arc villain arc villain aRC VILLAIN ARC

“Hey, guys,” Corpse’s voices rings in your headphones, and not a blink later his astronaut appears in the lobby in a cloud of smoke, “Hi, Y/n.”

More sharp, excited hellos follow after. You merely hum, though give no further reply. As Corpse strays to your side, Charlie steps in in front of him, “BDA access only. You have a permit, bitch?”

“Y/n is being quiet-she’s being quiet, guys!” Quackity helpfully informs, as if the rest failed to notice your cryptic silence, “Don’t be sad Corpse, man, Corpse don’t be-she didn’t say shit to me either.”

“Y/n has decided to not waste her breath on the SDS.” Charlie voices, “And you know what? I actually agree with her for once.”

“SD-what now?” Dream questions.

“The Small Dick Society.” Charlie explains, noting Dream’s whine of protest, “Oh no, don’t give me that shit, weren’t you bitching about not being invited and not belonging to exclusive clubs? Congratulations, you’re finally part of one.”

“Wait!” Quackity interjects, “Am I part of it too?”

“Guess, Sherlock.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Corpse says. You nod to your audience, like he just spoke the God honest truth, and follow in his example. Your tentative sip unexpectedly turns into a greedy gulp, but you’re not complaining. The only slightly coherent thought that rings in your mind is drink tasty.

“Ignore them,” Rae chimes, “Y/n’s probably plotting something and using Charlie as a cover up.”

“I’d never.” The words slip past your lips before you can stop them.

“Well you sure are very quick to deny it.” You can hear her smirking, can hear the proud lilt in her voice, like she caught onto your silly little scheme, like she has you all figured out. Your eyes narrow dangerously. The night behind your window pools dark, with far away city lights glimmering before they, too, seem to dim.

Your roommate is back on your shitlist. How her name was missed among the rest.

“I’m defending my honor.” You yelp, the playfulness back in your voice along with your sunny smile, “I can’t have my wifey slandering me online. At least do it in private, geez.”

If Rae’s such a good detective, you’ll give her a good chase. Perhaps you’ve been laying it on too thick. Made her too suspicious. She can’t out you yet--not when your plans are so grand, so fun. It would be a waste.

“Why weren’t you saying anything then?” Quackity questions.

“Do I need a reason not wanting to talk to you?” You shoot back. Your friends laugh and he tries to shriek something past their cackle. You lean back into your chair, the tension from Rae’s confrontation finally easing. You wink at the camera and bring a finger to your lips. The roaches swear to secrecy, elated by your wickedness. As appropriate, they spam devil emojis and various renditions of evil hohohos and hehehes. The apple truly does not fall far from the tree. You had raised them well. You raise your glass in solidarity. A few donations fall into your pocket, easily summed up as: make them suffer.

Muting the discord call, you give a single response, “Oh, I intend to.”

i hope this doesn’t awaken something in me

^already too late for me bro

As caught up in wreaking havoc among your viewers as you are, you miss Sykkuno’s entrance, though from what you can tell, Charlie gave a stern warning to back the fuck off to him, too. He’s playing into your plan so beautifully. Truly, you couldn’t do this without him. Back to stalking the chat you go.

Your eyes flicker to the game upon Bretman’s signature drawl and “Hi, daddy.”. You have no time to get offended at Corpse’s sweet “Hi, honey” back, because the next person to join the discord call and the lobby leaves you speechless. You knew, of course, you had been informed of the line-up, but still, you had never expected yourself to be so close to Jomes Chorles himself. You make a weird gesture with your hands, half wave half excited wiggle, as if you’re telling the audience to calm down, when, in fact, it is you that needs calming.

He goes saying his hello’s like doing a public service, name by name, before, lastly, uttering, “Hi, Miss Y/n. Loooove the vids.”

He’s a roach in disguise, who could’ve known?! Your audience is so diverse and unexpected, gosh, you’d shed a tear if the mascara wasn’t so expensive.

“Hi!” You reply with a grin, and it’s genuine this time, a glimmer of your old self, “Hi, I love your videos, too. It’s like, really cool to finally meet you.”

“Oh my God, you too!” Is his enthusiastic reply, “Okay, the energy in the studio today? Love it.”

“Is this all of us?” Quackity asks.

“Sadly.” James says with a note of disappointment.

“HEY!”

“Okay, guys!” Ash chimes, “Let’s do this! Proximity Among Us, round one, go go go!”

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Luck does not shine upon you during the first round- you are stuck as Crew Mate, your life cut short by Bretman who had the audacity to bite your head off. You’re positive Ke$ha wrote her hit single Cannibal about him, and if she didn’t, she definitely had a That’s So Raven moment and predicted it. It’s also insanely suspicious as after you are eliminated he sticks real close to Corpse, feigning innocence (and this is a controversial opinion you do not endorse) better than even you. It wounds your pride, having been picked off so casually, so quickly, and now stuck a ghost you roam the halls of the dying spaceship, lost, confused, heartbroken.

Charlie runs past you, not once even glancing in your direction. “Brother...” You mutter sadly, “Do you not see me here? Do you not feel... the loss of your twin’s heartbeat...?" Damn, these mimosas really are making you emotional. You sniffle and take a sip to calm the storm within you. No rage, just sadness. You are still processing your own tragic demise.

Suddenly, a meeting is called. There’s a horrible red X on your astronaut. You are the only one dead so far, and of course the rest won’t vote out the fucker. How bitterly you sit! With your arms crossed over your chest and your glare sharp enough to cut through glass. Fuck the sad shit, now you’re just angry. At the very least, the second Impostor could’ve given you some company!

“I knew something felt off.” Charlie is first to speak.

“Who the fuck killed Y/n?” Corpse questions, and his voice ignites a whole discussion that lasts much too short. The others skip, having no suspect yet. It’s much too soon to start pointing fingers, but you still feel like they should have at least tried. Pouting, you fix yourself another drink.

“Stop drinking!?” You gasp, exasperated at your chats demands, “I’m dead! What else should I do, the tasks?! Nah, fuck that. I’m done. I’m out. Charlie better employ his fucking detective skills because if the Impostors win, I will literally quit the game--yes I will, no I’m not bullshitting, fucking watch me.”

Thankfully, Bretman was caught venting, and you didn’t have to end the stream prematurely. The second Impostor, your roommate (oh, the betrayal, Rae, how could you?!) was voted out due to Corpse’s suspicion. Victory to the Crew Mates! The game restarts and you find yourself back in the lobby.

“Miss Y/n,” Bretman says, “I am sooo sorry for killing you first, baby. It was just too easy. I couldn’t pass it up.”

Giggling, Quackity chimes, “Sister slaughtered.”

“Oh my God,” James groans, “shut up!”

“Yeah, Y/n.” Charlie speaks, and there’s an accusatory note in his calm voice, “Why the fuck did you allow yourself to be eliminated first? Real noob shit, I expected more of you.”

“HUH?!” You frown, “What’s with the victim blaming?! I literally was doing my task and Bretman snuck up on me. It’s not like I had a weapon to defend myself!”

“You have been avenged,” Corpse states, “and that’s all that matters.”

“Thank you, Corpse!” You say, “At least someone cares.”

“Hey, I helped, too!” Dream pipes up.

“No, you didn’t.” Corpse shoots him down, “I was the only one.”

“You were not--”

“Literally was. Isn’t that right, Sykkuno?”

“Uhhhh-” Sykkuno trails off, “Well, we-we all helped!” You can hear his shy smile, and you just know he’s bobbing his head up and down at this exact moment, “We all helped. Team work!”

“Team work!” The rest echo, save for yourself, Corpse, Charlie, and the two Impostors. Silence speaks more than a thousand words or whatever. You pray to any higher power willing to listen to finally assign you the role of the villain, the one you were born to do.

Sadly, higher powers must have either shitty customer service or are in need of hearing aids, and you almost scream in frustration when your astronaut appears along with the others, the bold CREW MATE title chipping away at your master plan.

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“Hey, Y/n, hey! Hey, Y/n!” Rae finds you in Cafeteria, where you, metaphorically, are eating your feelings. Not that she needs to know, of course. She sounds chipper, a bit ditsy, and that must mean she’s sufficiently tipsy. You store that information for later, and forget about it as soon as you notice Dream and Sykkuno, like her very own personal bodyguards, trailing after her, “Wanna play a game?!”

“Is this Saw?” You inquire, somewhat lazy. You’d be lying if you said the alcohol wasn’t affecting you, it’s just instead of making you bubbly, it makes you mellow. This was supposed to be fun, you were supposed to terrorize everyone and laugh as they perished by your hand, yet here you are, wallowing in self-pity. The roaches start worrying. The donation jingle chimes.

BEATINGS & SLUTATIONS yns_fishnets donated 5$ mom just wait it out & dont worry youll get your vengeance soon lead them on!!!!

Your fishnets have a point!

“Saw?--No, no, haa, no it’s a drinking game.” Dream sounds like he has had one too many rounds of this mysterious game, and naturally, you are intrigued.

“Where we drink!” Sykkuno clarifies. Right, well that explains everything! If you had any questions, you surely have none now.

“Okay, so, name a category, and you have to, like, say a word associated with it...Or something along those lines.” You hadn’t even agreed and Rae is explaining the rules already. She knows you too well. It’s both a blessing and a curse, “Can be anything! Okay, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n start!”

“Uhh--” If only your brain computed as fast as she spoke! “Song lyrics! Wait--who drinks?”

“You fail, you drink!” She hurries, “Choke me like you hate me but you love meeeeee. Syk, go, go go!”

“Uhm, ah, I don’t wanna feel like this, uh, fuck?” He laughs--it’s a raspy, embarrassed little sound, “I don’t...wanna look like this? Dream, now you!”

“Wait, we’re singing Corpse’s songs?”

“Any song!” You urge him quickly, “Hurry! Or drink!”

“She say I kill her cat like I'm Luka Magnotta--”

“Hey! That’s cheating! You can’t use my song!” Rae protest.

“That wasn’t in the rules!” He counters.

“Y/n! Time’s running out!” Sykkuno exclaims.

“Oh, uh, will-will the real Slim Shady please stand up!”

NOT EMINEM WHAT THE FUCK

MOOOM WHT THE HELL THIS ISNT 2008 T_T

“Ra-Ra-Rasputin, Russia’s greatest love machine--”

“All...All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better, uhh, run better run, faster...-faster than my gun?”

“Uhh, shit--fucking hell.” Dream laughs, and Rae practically screams at him to keep going, “Alright! Okay! I’m singing--uh, you’re so golden, na na na na?”

“I tell you what a woman loves most,” You chime gleefully, “it’s a man who can slap but can also stroke.”

finally, the mother mother representation we’ve all been waiting for

i aint exactly gay but i aint exactly not gay >:)

the bis won

“I steal a few breeeeaaaths from the woooorld for a minute--”

“Mitski?!” You question, eyes bulging, “Baby, who hurt you?”

Even if you can’t see her, you know she’s waving her arms around and shaking her head, “Not the point! Sykkuno!”

“Uh, I-I, uhm, I don’t--”

“Drinnnnk!” You all chorus.

“It was a good concert,” You say, “Syk, I’ll drink with you.”

“Thank you, Y/n. That’s very kind of you.” He says softly, with a smile lining his lips. You grin.

“Oh, fine. Everyone, bottoms up!” Rae decides, and no one protest. A moment of silence passes, then, “Well, GG, GG, let’s do some tasks?”

Your enthusiastic Ariana Grande-esque “yuh” is cut short by the second meeting of game two being called. The first one to go had been Ash, voted out during a bathroom break as a joke, and you still feel a bit bad about that. Now, you notice Charlie has been eliminated. A sense of righteousness fills you--while you mourn for your brother from another mother and father and family tree, you feel like this is divine punishment for slandering you before the start of this round. Karma. Nothing much is discussed, and the meeting ends shortly with everyone skipping.

You spend a good ten minutes wandering around with Dream, who’s mission appears to be convincing you to join his Minecraft server, and really, there was no need for him to try so hard. You failed to provide him with a concrete answer only because it would've been to humiliating to admit that you agreed instantly upon hearing the word Minecraft.

That’s when things get fucking weird. Another meeting is called whilst you’re in the middle of fixing lights, and once the board with the members appears you audibly gasp. There had been 8 living, breathing astronauts rushing around the map, and now only 4 remain. You, Corpse, James, and Alex.

“What the fuck--what the fuck?!” You screech alarmed, noting Dream being among the perished crew, “I was just with Dream fixing the lights, I was just with him, what the fuck--”

“Okay, no one panic.” James says, “Let’s figure this out. Okay? Okay. Who else is close to Electrical?”

“I’m at Nav.” Quackity says.

“I’m at Cafeteria, but Y/n--” Corpse starts, “kinda weird that Dream died when you were with him?”

“I didn’t fucking kill him, I swear to God, Corpse, why are you accusing me?”

“Don’t be so defensive.” He says smoothly, “I’m just pointing out the obvious. We all have a reason to be sus, no? Considering you were right with him.”

“...It is suspicious.” James agrees, and a part of you dies inside. You understand their hesitance to trust you, but it doesn’t make it any less frustrating!

“Guys, I didn’t kill him, I swear. He invited me to play Minecraft, I wouldn’t do that to him, not after that!”

Corpse merely hums, and it brings no comfort what’s so ever. The situation is spiraling, and not in your favor. Trying to salvage your chances at freedom, you try again, “Wh-James, James, you called the meeting, right?”

“Yeah, I found Rae’s body near Medical.”

“So I couldn’t have killed her and Dream at the same time!” You latch onto that piece of information, hoping it will save you.

“You could’ve vented.” Corpse points out, “Plus, there’s no telling how old the body is.”

“Killing five fucking people? It’s the work of one person, or else the game would have already ended. As it stands, I am no way sober enough to think all of this out.”

A brief silence hangs in the air; your lungs constrict from tension, from spilling words so hotly. You grasp your glass, as if for emphasis, and take a shy sip. It taste sweet, a bit too sweet for your liking. Must be your nerves. You drink again to wash the taste out of your mouth, which, surprisingly, doesn’t work. You whine a little, stomping your feet like a child about to throw a temper tantrum.

“...I believe her.” Quackity says. You breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Alex, thank youuuuuu!” You gush, batting your lashes as if he could somehow see you and that would somehow portray your innocence, “I knew I liked you for a reason!”

He mutes his mic, his spill of words lost to your ears, but chat helpfully informs that he’s screaming because you don’t hate him.

y/n out here collecting men like pokemon cards

Now all that’s left is to convince the others. You start with the one you know will work, “Corpse,” You address him in your sweetest voice.

“Y/n,” James warns, “don’t you dare--”

“Baby, I didn’t kill anyone, I’m crew mate, you gotta believe me.”

“She's innocent.” Corpse declare, thoroughly convinced.

“Oh my fucking God, you fucking simp!” James laughs, “She’s obviously manipulating you!”

“No, no, she isn’t. She’s innocent, I agree with Quackity. Now, it’s either you or him.”

“Could be you for all we know!” Alex accuses.

“Guys, time’s running out.” You mutter fretfully, noting the seconds tick by from white to red.

“I’m voting Alex.” Corpse says.

“What?! Fucking traitor! Fine, I’m voting for you.” Alex hisses.

“Ugh, hate agreeing with Quackity, but I’m also voting Corpse. Sorry, hon, nothing personal.” James says. The VOTED icons pop up beside their characters and you panic, pressing your mouse idly but it’s too late, there wasn’t enough time, and you cry as Corpse is thrown into lava. The chat spams F, and it feels like salt on a fresh wound.

In a second you’re back in Cafeteria, shell-shocked and trembling, and Quackity cusses because the Impostor is still among you. His frustration doesn’t last long as you watch in horror as Jams Chortles, beauty guru supreme, murders the only other crew mate in cold blood and all you can do is gape and let his cheerful laughter fill your ears. The screen bleeds red, informing of Impostor victory, the second one being Ash. Looks like you voted her off for the right reason, but little difference did it make.

“Corpse!” You yell past the cacophony of voices, all in varying forms of excitement or anger, beelining for his in-game figure, “Corpse, I’m so sorry, I panicked, I tried pressing the button but I wasn’t quick enough--”

“It’s alright, baby. Don’t worry about it.” He’s so calming, so gentle, you might burst into tears again. What did you do to deserve him? You wish he was with you so you could smother him in a hug. Alas, all you can do now is say “I kith you, mwah!” and rush to the other side of the lobby, as if to hide from such a bold display of affection, even if it was a joke (it wasn’t).

yall say corpse simps for y/n but the reality is y/n simps for corpse harder

queen stop its embarrassing

bhaddies can simp!! i wouldnt but its her choice <3

More deliberations, commentary, and short breaks. Once everyone has returned, the countdown starts. You’re still reeling from the chaos of emotions, the five stages of grief you experienced in 1 second upon Corpse’s unjust demise, that it takes you a moment, a single heartbeat to realize what you’re seeing on screen.

The letters IMPOSTOR hang above your astronaut, with Dream standing just behind you as your newly appointed partner in crime. And suddenly, all the sadness and the tenderness and sympathy vanish with a curt exhale. You slowly turn your head to the chat, muting the Discord call, your soft chuckle of disbelief turning into a full blown laugh.

it’s happening!!!!

omg omg omg omg

VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC

You slap your palm over your lips, trying to contain your wicked smile, to tone down your broken giggles, “N-No, I can’t laugh yet,” shaking your head softly, you look into the camera, “they’re all going to die.”

pack it up light yagami

this has awoken something in me.

^ same

The crew mates go their own ways, rushing to do their tasks like the diligent little workers they are. How adorable. Their grim fate is still miles away from them. The shit you’ll pull will be for the history books. Much like your outfit, which you picked keeping in mind your newfound thirst for blood, you had devised your plan of action with care and consideration. You had been mulling it over all day, drawing on paper like the absolute madwoman you are; hell, you even made sticky notes on who to go for first and what to say. Sure, being moderately drunk hinders your memory slightly (an understatement of the century), but you got a feel for what you’re going to do. It’s nothing short of evil.

Dream and you don’t exchange words, you merely nod at him-- which he, of course, can’t see-- but your criminal bond enables telepathic communication. You can hear his thoughts, ones that strangely sound like drink drink, drink drink. And really, who are you to refuse such an enticing offer?! As he fucks off to stalk his victims, or play pretend, you take a sip. The cocktail is still sweet, but this time it’s not the icky sweet you had tasted prior. You glance at your sticky notes, ones the roaches can’t see, and nearly spill your drink for the second time today as you jerk.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, shoving your headphones off and spinning in your chair. You hastily stand up, wobble -- the world is pleasantly funny right about now -- and giggle. Stepping past the mountains of abandoned clothes and pillows and blankets and anime plushies, you maneuver your way to your bedside table and yank it open, nearly taking out the whole drawer with you. In the mess of old diaries and bad drawings, pencils, jewelry, and stickers, you fish out something you should not be wielding in your inebriated state.

It’s a knife.

In midst of teenage angst you had ordered it off of Amazon with your mom’s credit card, all the while whining that it’s not a phase, mom, and it’s what all of my cool kid friends with fried hair have, and don’t you want me to fit in, don’t you want your daughter to be happy?! You think it’s about that time, the time of too much uneven eyeliner and black eye shadow, that she took to calling you little raccoon. Trash rabbit was your personal favorite, but she used it sparingly. When you presented your Macy’s outfit, holding up a fucking butterfly knife, to your dad, asking if it was a look, he glanced up from some boring business magazine all boring business dads read and said, with a bright smile might you add, “It’s a something!”.

Oh, how it gleams in the lilac light. You used to do tricks with it, back in eight grade maybe, and--what the fuck? Why did you parents allow you to buy it in the first place? Well, because you’re the only child, the only one important, of course they got it for you and clapped enthusiastically at your performances, because why wouldn’t they? The whining they’d face otherwise would’ve been harder to endure than a whole dance number to Panic! At The Disco’s greatest hits. Broadway looked so fucking shabby in comparison. Your mom said so, so it must be true.

Stumbling back to your extremely confused viewers, you take your seat, feeling a bit more grounded now that you’re not standing on your platform shoes anymore. Putting on your headphones, you grin at the chat that starts swimming, and not from too much drinking either. You do a quick flick of your wrist, one that thankfully doesn’t end in injury, and the sharp tip of the exposed knife points upwards, glimmering. It’s a rainbow colored one, because one, it’s pretty, and two, you weren’t hardcore enough for the jet-black or straight up military ones the other emo kids had. Cute and dangerous, just like you.

So you just sit there, holding it up, looking somewhat sly as the roaches capture this momentous moment with screen-caps. Someone definitely clipped you trudging past the obstacle course to obtain a weapon of mass destruction. You must be already trending on Twitter, though you can’t exactly log on and confirm your suspicions. You just feel like you might be, like you should be, because your audience wouldn’t let this slide. Thankfully, your friends don’t have time to check social media, or you’d be outed in an instant.

“Y/n?” Your roommates voice booms from your headphones, and you perk up with a stupid realization that you completely forgot about Among Us. Stuck at the start, at the lobby where Dream had left you, you see her astronaut waddling to you, “What are you doing here? Wait--Have you not moved from the beginning?” She can barely finish the sentence without giggling.

You grin, “I was looking for something.”

Your voice is soft, too calm for your usual frantic spill. You gently set the knife down, hand coming to rest on your mouse, fingers idly, slowly, bouncing on the buttons.

“...What were you looking for?” She’s none the wiser, the numerous drinks consumed tonight numbing her sharp mind. She would have noticed. Your eerie composure would’ve given it away in a heartbeat, or at least hinted at something being objectively wrong. But she sounds curious. Poor girl, hasn’t she heard? Curiosity killed the cat.

“A knife.”

“A knife?!” There’s something about her tone that implies a mental clicking, the puzzle pieces falling together, “You have a knife?!”

“Yes.”

“No!”

You think it would only be appropriate that the random sequence of killing animations renders the backstabbing one. You grin, biting your lower lip with a quiet snicker.

i love women

if evil bad...why seggy?

You take your time leaving her there -- in true serial-killer-to-be fashion, you stick around for a bit longer, admiring your handiwork, or more like the chat singing your praises. You joined today with the intent of making an interesting stream. You have no doubt in your mind that now it will be legendary.

You move down the hallway, and you let your imagination wander: you can almost feel the stuffy air of your helmet, can almost hear your loud footsteps echoing in all this hush, can almost see your reflection in the spotless tile floor. It’s not long before your second victim makes an appearance, running circles in Cafeteria. You hear his voice first before you see him, recognizing Alex by his unhinged screech of “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s goooo!”

“And what’s got you so excited?” How cool and collected you are, gosh, you barely contain the quiver of excitement that threatens to slip out.

“Y/n!” He exclaims, rushing to your side like a lost puppy--he’s really making this easy for you, he’s not even trying, “You just missed--Oh my fucking God, you just missed James, he-he called me tall, he called me fucking tall! Let’s go, let’s gooooo!”

“Well, you are tall, aren’t you?” You chime sweetly, almost as sweet as the drink that lingers on the tip of your tongue, “Real 6′3 energy, no?”

“Yes, yes, exactly! You get it, you fucking get it--” Once again, his mic goes mute, and you glance at the chat for help.

hard to transcribe what hes saying but hes taking shots and yelling that he loves you good job mom

hey, queen! girl, you have done it again, constantly raising the bar for us all and doing it flawlessly

mom plz dont kill alex hes too cute hes all uwu rn

Oh, how you’re about to break his poor little heart. If you had any good left in you, you’d spare him. You don’t, and you’re not taking requests at the moment, so all you do is smile at your chat and they know. They just do. Hive-mind shit, you’re all two-faced little fuckers.

You giggle, and it sounds a tad fake, “You’re so weird, Alex,” You start, and he’s back in the call, a sound of confusion echoing in your ears, “but I get it, you know. You’re weird. You’re a weirdo. You don’t fit it, and you don’t want to fit in. I mean, really, has anyone even seen you without your stupid hat?”

“...Do--” He sputters, bellowing a laugh, “Do you have that whole fucking monologue memorized?!”

“Is it because you’re bald?”

“I’m not fucking bald!” His giddiness is quickly replaced by anger.

You hum, pretend to think, lastly barking a “Liar.” before you kill him. His scream is cut off, leaving only deafening silence at it’s wake. Unlike with Rae, you don’t stick around. You didn’t appreciate how little he enjoyed your recital.

You run into James near Navigation, most likely on his way to Cafeteria. He ends his song mid-note, and you breathe a sigh of relief, “Finally! Someone! I’ve been looking all over, where the hell is everyone?” You question, blocking his way, lest he accidentally stumbles onto the crime scene and easily pins it on you. You’re not done yet.

“Honestly? No clue. I’m searching for them myself, like, everyone’s scattered. I hope no one died.”

You smile. You tried not to, but you can’t contain it, “Me, too.” You echo the sentiment, urging him to join you, and he does. Too trusting. Everyone in this game is too fucking trusting. You lead him back to Nav, feigning that you have a task here. As you pretend to move the spaceship, you can’t help but ask, “Hey, James?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

A beat of silence passes, “Oh no, fuck that, I don’t like this at all.” He states, about to spin on his heel and bolt like he should do, but you’re quicker-- killer instincts and all-- and he’s dead before he makes it out the doorway.

“See, after your No More Lies video, I figured you’d only tell the truth.” Yes, this is the part of the anime where the villain monologues, only the hero in this case is an astronaut cut in half, and not exactly alive to listen to you. You hope James’ ghost sticks around, “Case in point, why the fuck did you tell Quackity he’s tall?” You eye the chat, which’s mostly spamming W and comparing you to Ryo from Devilman Crybaby. “Such a shame...” You murmur, pressing the REPORT button.

“What?! How are so many people dead?!” Ash gasps, her kind voice tinted with fear and confusion. Your three kills, like military stars on an uniform of a distinguished officer, are displayed on the board. Dream appears to be slacking, having yet to take a life.

“Someone’s been real fucking busy.” Charlie observes. It’s true, you have been.

“I found James in Nav, but holy shit--” You begin, exasperated, “--what the fuck, guys, how did we miss this shit? Where is everyone?”

“I’m at Electrical.” Corpse voices.

“And I’m with Corpse.” One sentence is all it takes to figure out your next target: Bretman. Revenge for being killed first in the first goddamn round, and for spending so much time with your boyfriend.

Eep!!! Boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend!!! The word even makes you forget your thirst for blood, that’s how whipped you are. Sadly, it’s time to return to reality, to this grave situation.

“And what have the two of you been conspiring?” You keep your tone level, but that alone is enough to set everyone off. The unease you had planted within them before the game started is starting to bloom. However, if they suspect you, they don’t speak up, not yet.

“Fishnets, mostly.” Corpse says.

only partly a lie he was mostly talking abt u queen <3

corpse simping for y/n is the sweetest thing ever

the times corpse used y/ns name when talking abt y/n: 1. the times he used baby or my baby: infinite

“I’m wearing them right nyoooow.” Bretman drawls.

You hum, “What a coincidence. I am, too.”

“Wait--For real?” That seems to catch Corpse’s attention, because of course it does, you picked them with him in mind, after all.

“No peeping.” You tsk, obviously referring to his tendency to hop onto your stream unprompted. Whether he actually listens to your demands is beyond you, “Peeping means cheating.”

“For the love of fuck all, can we get back to the three dead bodies, please? Because I’m about to have a second coming of Christ moment and taste my consumed, digested beer for the second time.” Charlie interjects.

“I mean, anyone have any ideas who’d do this?” Dream takes hold of the conversation. Quiet, disappointed nos greet him. They have nothing to go on, no clues, not even a subliminal message. With everyone scattered, there is no way of locating the actual bodies and drawing a long red trail leading back to you.

You’re too good at lying, and Dream is too good of a publicist. People tend to trust his judgement, which is his main asset (besides his calm demeanor of course). When the Among Us gods chose you as Impostor, they made sure you had every advantage.

“Who-Who do you think it is, Dream?” Ash questions, “I trust you. I do. Just know that.”

“No fucking clue.”

“Y/n?” She tries again.

“Same. I’m a bit worried, though.”

“Let’s, uhhh, let’s skip?” Sykkuno offers. The consensus is to start voting at six. Your new mission is to make sure you dwindle the numbers down drastically before that can happen. You have no qualms about sacrificing Dream in order to meet your goals, either. Absolutely cold blooded.

Back at Cafeteria, there are words exchanged about Quackity’s body just laying there, forgotten. Blame is shifted: how come we didn’t notice sooner? Where’s Rae? And you mindlessly go along with their mourning, not really paying attention. Dream leaves with Charlie and Sykkuno, Corpse requests you stay with him and you sprout fake apologies. Not his time yet. Us girls need to stick together!, you sing, following after Ashley and getting further and further away from him, going deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of the spaceship.

You find yourself in Security with her, her cute astronaut pressed to the cameras, watching the live feed, “Let’s lurk here, okay? Maybe we’ll see something.” If only she saw who was standing behind her.

“Who do you think is the Impostor?” You ask, standing in the doorway, “Or, more like, who are the Impostors?”

“Honestly?” She ends her word with a little sigh, “I think it might be Corpse and Bretman. I haven’t seen them at all this game.”

You smile, raising your brows, tilting your heard, and you sound so kind, like a dear old friend about to deliver a tender message, “...Have you seen me?”

“SHIT!”

Too late. In one smooth motion she joins the afterlife. You cut the lights, venting mindlessly till you spot Corpse and Bretman panicking in Weapons. Your existence is still a mystery to them.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck--” Corpse mumbles, “Bretman, don’t you dare fucking kill me right now.”

“I’m not Impostor!”

“Okay, I’ll drink to that.”

They rush out of Weapons, most likely on their way to Electrical, and you trail after them like the Grim Reaper itself, biding your time till you can deliver the killing blow.

“Corpse?!” You call out, mild panic ringing in your voice, “Is that you?”

“Shit, Y/n? Where are you?” He questions. Crew vision is so sad, so small, how can he not see you standing almost right next to him? “Where’s Ash?”

“I dunno,” You say, “when the lights went out I ran. Please don’t kill me.”

“I’d never do that, baby.”

Too easy. They’re all too fucking easy. You bite your lower lip, trying to stop the laugh bubbling in your chest, to stop the lightheaded dizziness that overcomes you with a rush of excitement.

“Thanks, pretty boy.” You mutter, and it sounds a bit lower than you intended, a bit darker, something sinister lurking underneath cotton candy words. It instantly clicks in Bretman and he makes a noise, something like a whine, and you see him backing away, “I know I can always trust you.”

Whether Corpse notices the odd shift in tone, he doesn’t show it, “I like it when you call me that.” Is all he says, and you hear the smile in his voice, the appreciation. The trek to Electrical is all but forgotten. You slowly make your way to Bretman, “Where are you? Come here.”

“Just a minute,” You say cheerily, “I just need to kill Bret first.”

“Holy shit.”

“N-” Your victim’s sentence is cut off in a second, and you can’t contain your manic cackle this time, because the screen bleeds red, the words VICTORY splattered on it, depicting yours and Dream’s sneaky astronauts. You’re still laughing as the voices of your fallen friends ring in your ears.

“Y/n, what the fuck, you’re an actual monster.” Dream says, but there’s no actual weight behind his words, each syllable punctured with a laugh.

“I knew the second she asked me about my favorite scary movie that I’d get the chop.” James states.

“Wait, Y/n, did you kill everyone?” Corpse questions.

“She fucking did!” Dream answers for you, “I got Charlie and Sykkuno, and barely at that. What the fuck.”

“I’ve been waiting so fucking long for this.” You admit, giggling, raising you glass, “I toast to you, Dream. My perfect partner in crime.”

“I didn’t really do shit, but cheers.”

Quackity heaves a heavy sigh, “Y/n, Y/n, you don’t actually think I’m weird, right? Right?”

“No, she does.” James chimes.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID I EVER DO TO YOU, DUDE?!”

More commotion, more noise, and you just sit there, buzzed, snickering, reading the chat as the rest agree to play another round. You thank the people who donated that you had accidentally missed among the, you know, murder, reply to a few questions, bow dramatically to the many praises and invisible flowers you receive for such beautiful assassin work. When you look back at the screen, you throw your head back with a maniacal laugh.

Impostor again, only this time it’s with Charlie. Family bonds are often restored when united under a common goal. You’re so happy. So happy. You weren’t done terrorizing your friends yet.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

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“Be a good girl and spread your legs” - w/ Kuroo, Atsumu & Suga

request: Ummmm, idk if you're still taking requests, but could I get prompt 20. With Atsumu, Kuroo, and Suga? Pls and thank chu!

a/n: these were super fun to write and i somehow ended up with three very different things, but i hope you’ll enjoy! please be mindful of the tws, i’m posting them separately for each drabble. no beta! smut under the cut.

pairings: Kuroo w/ virgin reader & slight corruption; Suga w/ daddy kink & dumbification; Atsumu w/ cowgirl, wholesome

wording: 2.1k

if you want to request drabbles, i have a list of prompts here, but please read my rules first here.

Kuroo

tw: implied virginity, fingering, oral (f receving), slight corruption

“Tetsu-” you moan softly, your hands sinking in his hair, his lips sucking at the delicate skin of your neck. That will leave a mark, but you don’t care. The fact that you are in his dorm room and his roommate could open the door any minute slips from your mind as you feel his hands knead your clothed breasts. All that matters is how good it all feels, how it leaves you wanting more, how his calloused fingers know just where to touch you.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs,” he asks, voice laced with honey. If it was up to him, he’d rip the clothes off of you, free your pretty tits so he could sink his teeth into your perky nipples. But no, he has to take it slow. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you from the start, he doesn’t want you running away from him. You’re so sweet and innocent and your body isn’t used to being touched by a man. You writhe under his fingers, goosebumps littering your skin. He won’t lie, he loves it. Even though his cock twitches painfully in his pants from the lack of friction. He’ll just build you up, steadily and patiently, until you’re on your knees begging for him to fuck you.

Kuroo can see just how shy you are, how you hesitate for a second at his command, your eyes darting to his as if you want to make sure you understood correctly. He smiles sweetly, pressing his hands on the inside of your thighs and pushes them apart slowly. He watches you intently, grinning internally when he sees how you cover your mouth with your hand, averting your eyes as if to hide from his gaze. It’s so cute how embarrassed you are.

Your chest heaves, your breathing shallow. Your whole body feels as if you have a fever - your skin’s burning up, a dull ache in your abdomen. He kneels in front of you and when you feel his finger lightly trace your clothed slit a loud whine escapes you.

He would tease you, tell you that he knows how desperate you are for his cock by the way the wet spot on your white panties grows with his every touch. But he can’t do it yet. He’ll keep the teasing remarks to himself for now, content to watch the string of slick still connecting your folds to your panties when he tugs them down. Your body isn’t as innocent as you are.

“Can I?” he asks, a playful smile on his lips when he sees you nod sheepishly.

Kuroo can’t help but grin when he sees how tight you are, how he’s barely able to push his finger past your entrance. Your moans get louder when you feel his tongue press on your clit, swiping the sensitive nub as his digit thrusts in and out of you incessantly. Will you really cum just from this?

Your walls clench, your body twisting as the pressure in your abdomen snaps, waves of pleasure rippling through you. Your juices spill on his hand as he keeps fucking into you, savoring the lewd expressions on your face as you come undone for him. You’re so beautiful, exquisitely so.

And if that’s how you react to just one finger and a few strokes of his tongue, he can’t wait to see how pretty you’ll look creaming on his cock, the fucked out expressions you’ll be making. Sometimes being patient pays off and Kuroo is sure this is definitely one of those times.

Suga

tw: hard dom Suga, daddy kink, dumbification, infantilization, praise, edging, overstim, dacryphilia, sex toys, mentions of alcohol

When you met Suga you thought he was just another pretty boy, nothing too special. The kind you take home to your parents or marry after you’re done experimenting.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs,” he commands, sharp eyes fixed on your body.

Turns out, his favorite pastime is watching you squirm as he fucks your brains out. All it took was stumbling into his bed one night after work, both of you drunk and lonely. And now you spent most evenings on your knees servicing his cock and waiting for him to take pity on you and stretch your walls.

You comply, opening your thighs and giving Suga a perfect view of your pretty cunt, soaked and throbbing. A small vibrator buzzes happily inside, pulling soft whimpers from your throat. He pushed it inside you on the lowest setting more than an hour ago - punishment for being late. The setting that isn’t high enough to get you off, but it’s high enough to make a mess out of your hole, to have you begging for him to let you cum.

“You look so good like this, you know? Like a dumb little baby, look how your cunny gushes.” He kneels between your legs, scooping the liquid between your folds with a finger “You like having that vibe inside you, hmm? Does it feel good?” He questions, his tone belittling. But you don’t care. All you care about is how good that tiny touch felt. You want to ask for more, but you know how much Suga hates it when you speak out of turn, so you settle on answering his question.

“I-It feels good, daddy,” your voice feels so small and broken as soft moans escape between each of your words. He smiles and your heart swells. You did good, he likes your answer. He watches you proudly. When you two met you were such a little brat. He worked so hard to make you behave, to make you into the dumb little fuckdoll that you are now. He loves you so much.

“That’s my baby. Now, tell me, will you be late again?” His palm is raised over your aching clit, ready to slap the bundle of nerves if you say the wrong thing.

“N-No, daddy,” you try. He smiles again. You sigh with relief, your chest rising and falling with your every breath, your nipples perked from the rush of emotions.

“Good girl,” he coos. His fingers find your clit, rubbing and pinching. “Is this what you want? You want me to let you cum?”

You nod desperately, cries and pleads erupting from your throat as you feel your climax within your reach. Just a little bit more and you’ll cum. You let out a whine when he stops and pulls the vibe out of you - you were so close.

“Shh, it’s okay.” Suga tugs down his boxers, his cock springing, large and throbbing. You lick your lips in anticipation. He gets between your thighs once more, aligning his tip with your hole. He pushes it in, torturously slow. Your legs are on his shoulders, your hands pinned above your head by his strong grip. He chuckles when he sees the way you squirm, how hard you’re trying to get more of his cock inside your plush walls. “You’re such a dumb little baby, so needy for me. You can’t cum without daddy’s help. What would you do without me, hmm?”

“I-I need m-more, daddy, please,” you beg, tears welling up in your eyes. Your insides felt like they were on fire. And you were so close to the sweet release of your orgasm. If only daddy took pity on his little baby and helped her cum.

“If you’re asking so nicely.” Suga slams his hips into yours, shoving the rest of his cock against your cervix all at once. He thinks you look so cute with your salty tears streaming down your face. You don’t last long, not with the pace at which he’s rutting into you. Your mind goes blank, tongue lolling out of your open mouth, your body convulsing under Suga’s. And he keeps thrusting into you, not even letting you catch your breath. You climax again, harder than the first time, your head dizzy, body going limp. Your walls are clamming on his cock, squeezing it and milking him for every last drop of his cum.

“My pretty baby, so good for me,” he whispers as he gives you a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth. “Let me clean you up and I’ll cuddle you.” You don’t even hear his last words as you succumb to sleep, your exhaustion overtaking you.

Atsumu

tw: cowgirl, nipple play, kinda wholesome, Atsumu says baby twice, somehow this one ended up super sweet

Were you always such a tease? Atsumu asks himself as he stares at the way your tits bounce, threatening to spill from your low-cut dress. You’re skipping towards him, huge smile on your face and arms open to engulf him in a hug. You haven’t seen each other in a while, not since you moved to a different city for your job. But none of that matters now - you’re back.

Just like you’re back on his lap fifteen minutes later. Your lips are wrapped around his, your hands playing with the hem of his pants. You taste just as good as he remembers. God, how he missed you. He sucks on your tongue, his fingers pinching your nipples. He smirks when he realizes you’re not wearing a bra. He always hated how those pesky things got in the way of his touches. You bite his bottom lip when he pulls away from the kiss and you smile, a devilish glint dancing in your eyes.

“Did I give you permission to stop?” You tease and he laughs. You’re even feistier than he remembers.

“Fuck, baby, I missed you so much,” his fingers dig into your back as he breathes deeply, taking in your intoxicating scent. “Be a good girl and spread your legs.”

He thinks your cocky smirk is adorable. “When was I ever a good girl, ‘Tsumu?” Still, you oblige, not because he asked you to, but because you want it just as much as he does. You move to straddle his lap, your hand between your bodies, stroking his cock through his pants. His mouth crashes with yours again in a sloppy kiss, tongues twisting as you swallow each other’s moans.

“You want me?” you question, your clouded eyes lying on his, mouth slightly open as you pant trying to catch your breath. His cock twitches at the hypnotizing sight - you could’ve asked him for anything right now and he would oblige.

“What do you think?”

“I think you can’t wait to bury your cock in my cunt,” a smirk plastered on your face as you reach for his boxers, rubbing your thumb in circles over his leaking tip. He hisses at the unexpected touch.

“You know I do.” Lifting yourself on your tiptoes, you pull your panties aside with a grin, placing Atsumu’s tip at your drenched entrance. You gasp as you slowly sink on his cock, relishing the way his girth spreads your ravenous cunt, inch by agonizing inch. You’re not prepped and even though you’re wet, your tight walls burn as his tip pushes inside you. But you couldn’t wait, not with his tantalizing cock finally within your grasp.

The way you’re riding him, arms wrapped around his shoulders, naked tits pressed against his taut chest is driving him crazy with lust. Why did he ever let you go? Your moans sound so sweet and he whispers your name in your ear, over and over, like a prayer. He licks at the shell of your ear and your cries get louder. You gyrate your hips, his palms resting on your waist as he meets your thrusts halfway.

“Your cock feels so good, ‘Tsumu,” you mewl as you pick up the pace, chasing your high with each slam of your hips.

“And you’re so fucking tight. Fuck, baby, look at me. I want to see your face when you cum,” your cunt is clenching snugly around his cock at Atsumu’s words. You indulge him. He watches you bend and undulate as you grind against him faster and faster. He feels his own climax build up and just as your body thrashes in his arms with your orgasm, he fills you up with his cum, his tip resting against your cervix.

“Let’s stay like this for a bit,” Atsumu mutters and you nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck, humming in agreement.

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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dreaming in reality, m | myg, jjk

pairing(s): yoongi x reader x jungkook

summary: The wrong guy shows up in your car – Jeon Jungkook. Again. He’s less drunk this time, but no less weird. Then the right guy shows up. Min Yoongi. You know, the guy you fucked in Jungkook’s bed that one time. Guess he can convince you to do anything. Like, say, take Jungkook’s virginity. Don’t worry, he’ll help.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, tiny bit of crack; alcohol consumption; violence? someone gets slapped lol; technically Jungkook’s first time; smut (fem reader, threesome, slightly degrading dirty talk, nipple play, fingering, f-receiving oral, penetrative sex, partial handjob); non-idol!AU - friends with benefits / lovers? with Yoongi; Yoongi is a very bad boy and he knows it; JK is blond and wearing his ‘ON’ and ‘Dynamite’ GDA 2021 outfits (except w/o the white blazer)

a–dick–ted au yes that’s what I’ve decided to call this this was supposed to be just more Yoongi smut but then Jungkook decided he’d like this to be about him, what can you do?

"Can you pick me up tonight?"

"Mhm. What are you wearing?"

A deep chuckle. "Eager to undress me?"

"I'm doing you a favor. There's no guarantee you'll get more than that."

"Hmmm." That low raspy voice did not believe you. "White dress shirt, black jeans. Can't miss me."

He hung up.

White shirt, black jeans. You remembered to lock your car doors this time, so you turned around to press the button so he could get in. The door opened and the young man slid inside, reeking of alcohol. Wait. Some kind of belt harness around a thin waist. Ashy blond hair. Hand tattoos. Thick thighs. Chiseled jaw.

Fuck!

Again?

"I need to talk to you, noona."

"Get out."

Jeon Jungkook was not as drunk as before. He was definitely drunk, but not piss drunk like last time. His eyes were unfocused and he was nervously biting his pink lower lip. The mole underneath bounced up and down as he chewed it mercilessly. He swallowed and undid the first few buttons of his shirt, revealing his tan, muscular pecs. Oh, thank the Lord, Jungkook remembered to wear a shirt underneath, although it was a very low-cut white t-shirt. He kept running his hand through his currently blond hair tensely, revealing the shadow root. Well, it was well done at least. He had a good hairstylist. You hadn't realized Jungkook changed it, so he must have done it recently.

Probably to get attention and remind every human being that he was hot.

Blergh.

You still weren't convinced he wasn't a dirty little fuckboy.

"Why are you sitting in my car showing off your nervous ticks?" you said irritably.

"I gotta ask you something."

His black boots were a little dirty from the party. Outside, the drunks were as loud as ever, with the same seven girls on the porch craning their heads to gawk at Jungkook in your car. Different house, same scene, and drunk Jeon Jungkook sitting in your passenger's seat, once again being the wrong guy sauntering into your car.

Where the fuck was the correct guy?

"Look, psycho, fucking spit it out or yeet. I'm not repeating what happened last time."

Jungkook's dark brown eyes flickered to you, turning his body to face yours. Running his tattooed right hand through his bleached hair over and over, spreading the golden strands, the ashy tone catching the low light of the lampposts. Jaw flexed, tiny pink tongue darting out and licking his lips. He was a little sweaty, cheeks hollowed in a little with how hard he was breathing.

You raised an eyebrow.

"You have ten seconds before I kick you out and believe me when I say I have leg strength."

"Are you and Yoongi-hyung dating?" Jungkook asked suddenly.

What?

"What?"

You made a face at him.

He sucked in a breath, brows furrowing at your response. “Because I could have sworn…”

Your mind flickered back to that faithful night. Shit. You shouldn’t have let Min Yoongi convince you to sleep right there in Jungkook’s apartment. You remembered his wicked smirk, his deep, raspy voice in your ear, Jungkook’s not going to know and don’t you want to do bad things with me? Don’t you want to be bad with me? He could make you do anything at this point. You two fell asleep on Jungkook’s bed. Next to hungover Jungkook.

Naked.

You mentally slapped yourself.

“What made you come to that conclusion?” you snapped, narrowing your eyes.

Jungkook tilted his head, sucking in his cheek. It made a sharp sound and his tongue flashed against his white teeth for a split second. You almost flinched. He pursed his lips and kept his gaze on you. You were wearing a tight white high-necked crop top, oversized black hoodie, and high-waisted black shorts. Dark pink and violent violet chunky sneakers. Almost no makeup. Hair tied back into low pigtails with one pink and one purple scrunchie to match your sneakers.

Oh shit. The hoodie wasn’t yours.

Hopefully Jungkook wasn’t perceptive enough to figure that out.

“Noona.”

He said it strangely, breathlessly. Almost sexually. You recoiled a little. Jungkook was leaning forward, giving you a clear view down his shirt, blond hair falling into his face, covering one eye. His alcoholic breath floating towards you, far too close for your liking.

“I…” Jungkook swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing. “I want… to…”

The door to your passenger’s seat was roughly yanked open.

Jungkook jumped, throwing his back into the seat, brown eyes wide and staring at the newcomer. White dress shirt, two sizes too big, with ties at the wrists to cinch in the bishop-style sleeves. Black jeans, distressed with several mismatched patches. Silver chains on his black leather belt and around his pale neck. Black hair, pointed dark eyes like a cat.

A single, cocked eyebrow.

“Let me guess,” drawled Min Yoongi, the correct guy you were supposed to be picking up, looking from you to Jeon Jungkook, who was impossibly flat against the car seat. Yoongi sounded amused. “He just waltzed in.”

You narrowed your eyes. “No, I locked my doors this time.”

Yoongi’s gaze flickered to Jungkook, who still seemed mildly terrified, and then back to you. The glint in his dark brown eyes was far from innocent. His fair cheeks were a little pink.

“Ah, so you wanted Jungkook in your car?” There was an edge to his voice, almost dangerous, but to you it was Yoongi’s usual teasing. Jungkook looked like he was preparing for his own death. Both of you ignored him for the moment.

“You said white dress shirt and black jeans,” you scowled. You gestured Jungkook up and down. “Hello?”

Jungkook’s thighs tensed and bulged against his tight jeans. Eyes still as wide as saucers. He hadn’t blinked in a good thirty seconds.

“We have the same excellent taste and style. How fortunate for you,” Yoongi purred. Then he finally patted Jungkook’s thigh, making him start and let out a panicked squeak. “You want noona to drop you off, Jungkookie? She’d be happy to.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” you gritted out.

“Yes, she would,” Yoongi said cheerfully. He slammed the front car door and opened the backseat. You rolled your eyes and stared straight ahead. Even from here you could smell the whiskey. Yoongi hummed and you snuck a glance at him through the rearview mirror.

He looked positively beside himself with glee.

Hmph. Fine.

His loss.

“You bleached your hair, Jungkook?” Yoongi said absentmindedly as you started up the car.

Jungkook ran a hand through it once again. “Uh, yeah. What do you think, hyung?”

“Hm, looks good. Too much upkeep for me, personally. Seatbelt.”

Jungkook hastily went to grab his seatbelt and put it on. Too bad. You were ready to brake hard and send him flying out the windshield. Just kidding. Maybe. Well, you would have to be going real fucking fast for that to happen. Maybe over ninety or some shit. You pulled out of the neighborhood of houses, already knowing what direction to go in to the correct apartment complex. Yoongi and Jungkook lived in the same building.

So convenient.

You thinned your lips into a line, ignoring their conversation, until Yoongi snapped his fingers and called your name to get your attention. You glared at him through the rearview mirror. Yoongi’s legs were wide open, flopped in your backseat. He grinned at you and placed his hands on the inside of his jean-covered thighs.

Fucking tease.

“What?”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to dye your hair at some point?”

You shrugged. “Yeah.”

Jungkook sat up, looking at you. You didn’t look at him. “Oh? You’re going blond too?”

You snorted. “I said I wanted to dye my hair, which means a color.”

“What color?” Yoongi asked lazily.

Your eyes flickered to him in the rearview mirror again. He flexed his long fingers and pressed them against his jeans. You tucked your tongue in your cheek. Yoongi was aware Jungkook couldn’t see him and he was also aware you were watching him. Your eyes went back to the road.

Yoongi was also aware that because of Jungkook’s presence, neither of you were getting any tonight, so he resorted to teasing you like the bad boy he was.

“I dunno. Pick one for me,” you said impassively.

Yoongi chuckled, a deep, husky sound, revealing his pink gums and straight white teeth.

“Red.”

“N-noona?”

You curled your lip, looking around you. Ugh. You hated parties like this. So loud, so annoying, so many idiots. You didn’t understand why Yoongi came to these things. It was probably because of his lively friends. Being social like this was probably a great thing, but this was not your scene.

“No time to chat, Jungkook. Have you seen Yoongi?”

Jungkook was flapping his gums at you. He was still blond. He must be keeping up with his hair care because it still looked soft and ashy. It was swept to one side this night. Powder blue dress shirt, tight against his muscular pecs and white slacks that seemed to be choking his thighs. Brave man, wearing white around this much alcohol and lunacy.

You had to admit, Jeon Jungkook had guts looking like a prince to a peasant’s party.

“Where is he?” you muttered. “Kim Seokjin called and told me to get him because he was asleep.”

“U-uh…” Jungkook looked around as you stepped into the party house, your heavy black boots thudding against the hardwood floor. Short black skirt with silver chains and a black hoodie that said ‘WHATCHU MEAN?’ in neon lime green across your chest. Phone and keys in your hoodie pocket. Other than that, you weren’t wearing anything as of note. Oh.

Except.

Your usual ‘fuck off’ mentality.

“I haven’t s-seen him in the past hour,” Jungkook stammered.

“Fat lot of help you are.” You clicked your tongue and moved past him.

“You dyed your hair,” Jungkook blurted suddenly.

You turned your head and looked back at him. “Yeah, so?”

Your hair was now a gradient from a long black shadow root, to dark purple berry, to bright neon red. It was half-tied up with a black scrunchie, a few strands hanging around your face. Jungkook kept staring at it. You raised an eyebrow and turned away from him. Eh, you had no time for this. You needed to grab Yoongi and get the fuck out of here.

“I-I’ll look you help.”

You raised your eyebrows as Jungkook squeezed past you, his hard back pressing against your arm.

“You can’t even speak, you drunkard,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“I mean, I’ll help y-you look, noona,” Jungkook corrected himself, licking his lips nervously, running his right hand through his hair.

He’s hopeless.

Well, better than going alone.

Wordlessly, you followed him throughout the party, opening doors and craning your head over the bodies. So many topless people. Ugh, it was pretty late. By the time you two reached the back of the house, you never wanted to see another nipple ever again. You saw Kim Seokjin at the karaoke machine, blasting eardrums with what you assumed were supposed to be high notes, but, in reality, was simply screaming.

You didn’t even want to walk up to him to ask.

“He might be upstairs,” Jungkook said, swallowing hard.

“Lead the way,” you sighed, annoyed this was taking longer than it needed to.

You made your way up the stairs, pressing yourself against the railing to avoid touching people. Kept your hands in your kangaroo pocket and a scowl on your face. Jungkook suddenly stopped and you collided into him. Fuck. Why did he feel like he was made out of rocks? Stupid muscles.

“Hold on.”

Some guy was sprawled all over the middle of the hallway, unconscious.

“I’ll just step over him.”

Jungkook growled. “No. What if he wakes up and looks up your skirt?” He bent over and picked him up, propping him against the wall. You raised an eyebrow. Like anyone cared what was up your skirt besides Min Yoongi. Whatever. If he wanted to play the part of noble prince, you weren’t going stop him. You waited as Jungkook pushed the guy’s chin down to his chest and motioned you to the hall, towards the many doors. Probably mostly bedrooms. You winced. Probably going to see more nipples. And dicks. And pussy.

Sigh.

And, yep, you were right.

Jungkook tried to shield your eyes, but to be honest, he looked way more scarred than you. You merely shook your head and moved on, door to door. Opened one and saw a girl in a tight black dress crawling on a bed, over a guy in a black biker jacket and acid wash jeans. The hole in the knee was so big you could see half of his pale leg. Hmph. Why bother even wearing pants?

You were about to close the door when you paused. Wait. You’ve seen that black mop of hair before. The girl was kissing down his neck, yanking down the white t-shirt and ripping it. You recognized the grunt of sleepy annoyance.

“Get off him.”

The girl shot up; red lipstick smeared from making out with his neck. You stepped inside and jerked your head towards the door. Voice cold and unrelenting.

“Out.”

She furrowed her brows at you. “Who the fuck are you?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Doesn’t matter. Dude’s asleep. You shouldn’t take advantage of someone who’s asleep.”

“He’s my boyfriend,” she shot back defiantly.

You snorted inelegantly. “No, he’s not. Don’t be stupid.”

The girl shoved herself off the bed, advancing on you, nasty snarl on her lips. “How would you know? Who do you think you are?”

“Not an idiot,” you barked sharply, completely forgetting Jungkook was behind you, gawking at this entire exchange. You looked her up and down and took a step towards her, the aggravation of the past hour reaching breaking point. All that time spent getting here, not being able to find Yoongi, and then discovering some bitch crawling all over him was pissing you off. Like everyone else, alcohol clung to her like the plague. She was furious, ready to catfight you, although you were pretty sure you were going to win this one because you were sober and your boots were a lot more stable than her tall heels.

“Look here, bitch, leave me and my boyfriend alo–”

You slapped her.

Hard.

Not holding back, not making a sound, just straight up slapped her across the face. The sound was so loud it could be heard over the bass of the music. She nearly crumpled at the force, gasping and choking at air as she stumbled, eyes wide in disbelief, slim hand cradling her face.

“He’s not your boyfriend,” you growled. Your voice was absolute zero with how cold it was. “He will never be your boyfriend. Now get the fuck out of my face before I rearrange yours into the next century.”

She squeaked at you.

Your eyes narrowed and you raised your hand again. She bolted, stumbling on her heels, seeing Jungkook staring, opening her mouth to say something, but you made an inhuman, grating noise deep in your throat. Her shaking eyes connected with yours and you cocked your head in the direction of the door, popping your neck loudly.

She scrambled out of there like her life depended on it.

It did, because you had enough at this point.

“Dumb bitch,” you spat, before releasing the tension from your shoulders. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jungkook’s mouth wide open, deer-in-headlights look on his face. “What?”

“W… Why do you look so hot when you’re angry?”

You scoffed. “What are you talking about?”

“Fuck, you are damn hot when you’re angry.”

Deep, raspy voice that made your spine tingle. You turned your head to see Min Yoongi on his elbows, licking his pink lips. He was definitely drunker this time, cheeks flushed. His fair skin on his neck and cheeks were covered in red lipstick marks. You clicked your tongue at him.

“When did you wake up?”

Yoongi smirked.

You frowned.

“Maybe when you slapped her.” His dark eyes glittered in the low light of the bedroom, lips curving higher and revealing his teeth. “Maybe when you got her attention.” Full-on, open-mouthed smirk now, devilish and wicked. “Maybe when you opened the door.”

A muscle in your forehead twitched. You strode over, looking down. Yoongi slowly lifted his head, pink tongue sliding out and tracing his teeth, cocking an eyebrow. You clenched your jaw.

“I like your hair,” Yoongi purred softly. “You took my advice.”

“I didn’t care what color it was,” you responded evenly. “I left the hairstylist do what she wanted.”

Yoongi arched an eyebrow. “She made your hair match your body. Hot and sexy.”

You matched his raised brow. “You saying my hair wasn’t attractive before?”

Crafty dark brown eyes on yours, intoxicating you like whiskey.

“It always needed me to mess it up before it was truly as sexy as you.”

“Are you guys sure you’re not dating?”

Oh right.

Jungkook was still here.

You turned your head to face him. You hadn’t even noticed that he had walked all the way up to the bed, standing next to you. The door was closed. Who closed it? It was also locked. Your brows furrowed and your eyes flickered back to Jungkook. He was watching you, blond hair covering one chocolate orb, pink lips wet and slightly parted. Tan skin radiant in the low light.

“What are you still doing here?”

His visible eye shifted down your body, pausing at your legs and then shifting to Yoongi. Yoongi gave him a neutral expression. The eyes shifted back to you.

“I was going to help you carry him if hyung was still asleep.” His voice had dropped several octaves.

“Well, he’s obviously awake,” you said dismissively.

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, more blond hair sliding down, shadowing his face.

“You want me to leave so you can fuck him? Or so he can fuck you?” Jungkook accused.

You raised your eyebrows.

“I told you he liked you.”

You exhaled, shifting your gaze to Yoongi. He was wiping the lipstick off his neck with the collar of his ruined shirt. He looked displeased, nose scrunching as he did so.

“Wanting me to desire him is not the same as liking someone.” You swung your head back to Jungkook, ticking your chin at him. “Isn’t that so, Jungkook?”

There was a moment of silence.

If silence could be bass-boosted music, screaming downstairs, and a bottle smashing somewhere nearby. But in this random bedroom, it was as if time stopped, you staring at Jungkook, Yoongi looking up to witness what was about to unfold, and your slow realization that Jungkook was not answering fast enough.

The younger man shook his blond bushel of hair very, very slowly.

“No, noona.”

His other eye was revealed, both of them trained on you.

“I want you to take my virginity.”

Silence.

He must be joking.

“And there it is, out in the open,” Yoongi mused.

Jungkook continued, hands in his pockets, chest sticking out from under the tight blue dress shirt.

“Hyung knows this. I told him.”

You let out a soft breath. “You know, Jungkook, you could get any bitch in this house.”

“Don’t want a bitch,” Jungkook retorted, dangerous edge to his voice, slipping into his Busan satoori. “Want you, noona.”

He was way too serious to not mean it. You tucked your hands into your hoodie pocket and flicked your head to remove red strands from your face.

"Kinda out of left field, kid," you muttered.

You heard Yoongi sit up on the bed and looked at him out of the corner of your eye. He shook his shoulders out and hooked his legs over the edge of the bed, sandwiching one of your thighs between his own. His shirt hung down, ruined and covered with red lipstick from where he tried to wipe it off his neck and cheeks. His neck was pink with irritation.

"Not really," Yoongi chuckled. "He's been eyeing you for a while now. You never noticed because you're too busy being crabby."

He wasn't touching you with his hands and insulting your character instead.

"Speak for yourself, grump."

Yoongi squeezed your thigh with his and you involuntarily shuddered at the slight skin on skin contact due to the giant hole in his pants. Shit. Yoongi snickered.

"Are you guys dating?" Jungkook snapped irritably.

"No."

Both Yoongi and you said it at the same time, glaring at each other. Jungkook might as well have been a lamp. You stared deep into those mischievous brown orbs, black hair messy and covering his brows, teasing smile on his lips. Dating wasn’t the word for it. You weren’t sure there was a word for what Yoongi and you were doing. You could tell he didn’t know either.

It wasn’t dating, that’s for sure.

"Did you guys fuck on my bed or not?"

Before you could respond, Yoongi broke your gaze and looked straight at Jungkook. Jungkook's jaw was clenched tight, dark eyes flashing. Yoongi's voice was slipping into his Daegu satoori as well, deepening and slightly slurred from whiskey.

"We did."

You clicked your tongue.

Great. Just great.

"Ate her out and fucked her hard, all over your sheets. Right next to you. She even touched you."

"An accident," you hissed.

Yoongi ignored you. "Her hand slid up your abs and chest." He chuckled. "It was sexy. You have a nice body, Jungkookie."

"Stop telling him this shit." You raised your hand to smack Yoongi in the arm but he whipped his head back to you, grabbing your wrist out of the air. You stiffened at the touch. He turned your palm to face Jungkook and directed his attention back to him.

"This hand, in fact."

Were you surprised? No. That was the game. Push the limits, up the ante. You just didn’t think Yoongi would tell Jungkook something like that. Maybe he wouldn’t if he was fully sober. But Yoongi wouldn’t regret it either. He would roll with the wave, as usual.

You were a little irked that you weren’t the one who took the plunge first.

You finally snuck a glance at Jungkook. His jaw was no longer tense and his cheeks were flushed pink. He raised his head to look at you, blond locks swinging, and you looked away. Fucking Yoongi. Always trying to cause trouble. But that's why you kept fucking him. Because he was always finding ways to make your life interesting.

Maybe you were addicted to the adrenaline he gave you.

Maybe you were just addicted to Yoongi.

You sensed movement. You tried to pull your wrist out of Yoongi's grasp but he held it tightly. You finally looked back to glare at him, only to be greeted by the sight of Jungkook's blue shirt mostly unbuttoned, his sculpted abs and chest fully on display. Your eyes widened, taking a step back, realizing how close he was. Yoongi yanked you back, grin on his lips.

A beat passed.

Your gaze locked with his.

Don't you dare, Min Yoongi.

He planted your hand on Jungkook's torso.

You tried to twist away, but Yoongi held you there, pressing your palm into Jungkook's hard muscles. The younger man sucked in a breath, surveying you through his lashes. A strange shiver traveled from your hand to your spine, pooling down to your core, setting it aflame. Yoongi slid your hand up to Jungkook's pecs. You could feel how hot and heavy Jungkook's breathing was on the back of your hand. His heartbeat raced under your fingers.

You gulped.

"Yoongi." Your eyes were on Jungkook and his blown-out pupils, blond bangs all over his forehead. Your pulse roared in your ears. "You said he was sappy. That it had to be the love of his life."

Yoongi chuckled.

"Noona," Jungkook replied for him in his husky voice. "I’ve been planning for it to be you."

Your eyes flickered back to Yoongi. His other arm slid around your legs, pulling you to him. He made you breathless, looking down into those devilish eyes, pink lips parting a little. You could feel his hand on your thigh, stroking your skin, making you tremble with his touch.

"He asked you to take it," Yoongi purred softly.

You inhaled deeply. Whiskey. Leather. Yoongi. Your hand was still on Jungkook's chest. You dug your nails into his skin a little. Jungkook moaned, breathy and deep.

"I'm not taking anything," you whispered.

Yoongi's hand released your wrist and slid up the back of your hand, each of his long fingers sliding between yours, pressing your joined touch into Jungkook’s chest. Fingers spread over his skin, his breathing vibrating though your palm. All Jungkook had to do was take a step back.

Why wasn't he taking a step back?

Yoongi squeezed your fingers with his. You could feel the heat building inside you. Desire. His voice became smokey. Lustful. Purring your name softly.

He could make you do anything when his voice became like that.

"I'm telling you to take it."

Your mouth went dry.

"Why?"

Yoongi leaned forward, resting his chin right between your covered breasts. So close. Your heartbeat fluttered. Fuck, you wanted to kiss him so very much. You wanted to kiss that naughty mouth, the mouth suggesting sinful and treacherous ideas. Whenever you were with Yoongi, danger always seemed like a good thing.

"Because you feel good when you do bad things."

God, Min Yoongi was a bad boy.

"And I love watching you do bad things."

Dark orbs glittering with trouble.

"I’m here with you."

I’m here with you.

His arm around your legs tightened. Your panties were absolutely soaked. Yoongi had you right where he wanted you. He knew it too, even as you pursed your lips. Yoongi finally looked away from you.

"You don't mind that, right, Jungkookie?"

Jungkook shook his head quickly. "No, hyung. Whatever..." He paused, knowing what he was about to say was wrong. His eyes flickered to you. You didn’t look at him. You just stared at the black pile of hair that was Min Yoongi.

Wondering what was going on in that head of his.

"Whatever it takes."

Yoongi removed his hand from Jungkook’s chest. You pulled yours back quickly, still not looking at Jungkook. Yoongi placed his large hands on your hips. Raised his head. Fuck. Trapping you in his devious eyes. He mouthed words at you. So sexy. So fuckable. You mouthed words back. You’re bad. Yoongi grinned, licking his teeth.

“Stand in front of us, Jungkook.”

And Yoongi spun you around to face him, pushing you into his arms. Jungkook’s hands gripped your upper arms, holding you in place. And, for once, Jungkook wasn’t drunk. He wasn’t stumbling into your car by mistake, he wasn’t reeking of alcohol and nervous ticks. If anything.

Jungkook smelled good.

You were staring into his tan chest. Slowly, you looked up. Up his pecs, up his prominent collarbones, up his shapely neck. You could smell the cologne, fresh like clean laundry mixed with the sharpness of the sea. Your eyes continued up, up his sharp jaw, up to the tiny mole under his lower lip, up to his high cheekbones, up into those chocolate orbs. His blond hair hovered over his eyes, shrouding them with gold. Jungkook sucked in a breath as you made eye contact. You cocked an eyebrow.

“I still don’t see why it has to be me.”

Jungkook licked his lips, leaning in.

“Has to be you, noona,” he whispered, breath hot against your lips.

For some reason your heart was beating fast now. Was it Yoongi’s hands sliding down to your thighs, squeezing them? Or was it Jeon Jungkook, pupils dilated and grip tight on your arms, nearly shirtless in front of you?

“I dream about you,” Jungkook breathed. “All the time. The only woman I’ve ever dreamed about touching me, teasing me, feeling all of me.” He frowned a little, tilting his head. “I had sex dreams before, but none of them felt real. None of them were like the ones I had with you. The ones with you were always extremely detailed. It was like all the things you did were really happening. I could finish with them.”

You didn’t have to guess what that meant.

“I could feel everything.”

Jungkook pressed his forehead against yours, ash blond strands mixing with dark red.

“Your nails digging into my skin, you moaning above me.”

His eyes burned with determination. Yoongi’s hands slid up your legs, fingertips sliding under your soaking panties. You were so distracted by Jungkook’s words that you barely felt it. But your body remembered. Your body remembered that orgasm right above Jungkook, Yoongi’s tongue inside you, your hand on his abs, nails curling into them as you came. Jungkook’s voice was so low that it felt as if your heartbeat was resonating with it.

“Make my dreams real.”

Yoongi circled your clit with his index finger, not touching it, making you gasp.

“Taint me, noona,” Jungkook murmured.

You pressed your lips against his and Yoongi pressed his finger against your clit. You whimpered into Jungkook’s mouth, hand slipping inside his shirt to hold his waist, kissing him deeper. Jungkook’s hand came up to cup your face, holding you close as you moaned, feeling Yoongi stroke your sensitive bundle of nerves slowly, working you up. His other hand was holding your ass, squeezing it hard. In comparison, Jungkook’s lips were soft, tongue hesitantly sliding into your lips. You latched around it, sucking on it roughly. Jungkook squeaked, trying to pull away, but you held on, tugging as you bobbed your head back and forth, eyes cracking open as you moaned deep in your throat.

Jungkook was staring at you, fascinated.

You released his tongue and snaked yours into his mouth. Pushing it in, sliding it back out, steadily and deliberately. Jungkook’s eyelashes fluttered, pressing his body into yours, needy cries in his chest, trying to get more. Pleasure spread throughout your hips, spurred upward by Yoongi’s touch. You felt heady and tense, increasing the force you were using to fuck Jungkook’s mouth, breathing in shallow gasps, closing your eyes again, so close, so close. So wrong, making out with Jungkook as Yoongi stimulated your clit to orgasm.

So wrong, but so, so fucking good.

You sucked your tongue back and moaned directly into Jungkook’s mouth as you came, legs shaking, clit throbbing against Yoongi’s fingers as your panties soaked even more, the scent of sex suddenly prominent in this random bedroom. Jungkook gasped, body shuddering and shaking at your exhale, roughly shoving you into his hard chest. Your crotch hit his and you could feel his erection through his tight pants.

The party kept thriving, bass booming the walls, blind to the events about to unfold.

Jungkook drew back, panting. You felt Yoongi withdraw his hand, heard him lick it off. But you were staring at Jungkook, at his swollen lips, at his blue shirt half-pulled off from your touch, revealing his right shoulder covered in black tattoos, blond hair covering half his face.

Beautiful and dangerous, like an angelic incubus.

You felt Yoongi’s hands on your hips again, unzipping your skirt. Slipping it down. Your body reacted, kicking it away. Jungkook’s eyes were fixated on your black panties, pushed to one side from Yoongi’s touch, soaked with your juices.

“Take off your shirt, Jungkook,” Yoongi said as he reached down to unzip your boots.

Jungkook yanked his shirt out of his pants and tossed it aside, watching Yoongi slowly strip you. Taking your boots and setting them next to the bed, gripping your hoodie and yanking it over your head. You made a disgruntled noise, but he dumped it next to him, showing you the phone and keys were still in the center pocket. You frowned at him, but Yoongi shrugged, unhooking your black bra. You held onto it, covering yourself. Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

“Let him see the tits.”

You clicked your tongue. Then you turned back to face Jungkook, challenging him.

“Jungkook can come and see for himself.”

Jungkook swallowed, taking a step towards you. Chewing on his lip, eyes fixated on your hands holding up your bra. You felt Yoongi’s fingers hook around the sides of your panties. Jungkook stopped right in front of you. Reached forward and gripped one of the bra cups. You held tight, not letting go. Jungkook’s jaw tensed and he yanked at it, pulling it out of your grasp.

You lowered your hands.

“Fuck…” Jungkook breathed. “They’re prettier than I thought.” His hand raised, but then he stopped, looking at you hesitantly. “Can I… touch them?”

You arched a brow. “Never touched tits before?”

“I want to ask you,” Jungkook replied softly. “I want to know you want it too.”

Chocolate eyes framed in gold, enchanting you.

You reached up and took his wrist, guiding his hand to your chest. You were breathing hard, making them bounce a little. Pressed his palm into your hard nipple, shivering at the different hand, the different feeling. You felt Yoongi slide your panties down, down. You slid Jungkook’s hand down, wrapping his fingers around your nipple. He gasped, rolling the nub between his fingers, watching your face as you moaned, Yoongi’s fingers crawling between your legs once again.

You pointed to your other nipple.

“Mouth, here.” Stared into Jungkook’s ravenous eyes. “Please.”

Jungkook bent down and licked your nipple, coating it with saliva. Your hand slid up the back of his head, tangling in the soft blond locks, pulling him closer.

“More, Jungkook…”

He whimpered your name, pinching your nipple as you said his. You gasped softly as his lips closed around your nipple, sucking lightly, tongue pressed against the tip and moving it around, rubbing the other at the same time. You sank your teeth into your lower lip as you felt Yoongi slide two fingers into you, so easy because he had made you cum beforehand, fucking you as Jungkook made out with your tits. You stared down Jungkook’s muscular back, admiring the way his muscles rippled as he moved. Your hips bucked in Yoongi’s hand, leaning forward so he could finger you deeper, shoving your nipple into Jungkook’s mouth. He sucked hard, nipping lightly, and you threw your head back, pleasure flowing all over. Jungkook switched sides and hands, rubbing your wet nipple with his thumb as he teased the other, flicking the hardened nub with his tongue. Rougher, matching Yoongi’s pace in your pussy, shoving his fingers so far into your pussy that you felt his knuckles.

Yoongi against your back, purring your name.

“Cum for me,” he murmured, low and raspy. “Cum all over my hand as Jungkook abuses your nipples.”

Fuck, his satoori, his words.

Yoongi had you wrapped around his fingers in all senses.

“Mm, fuck, fuck…”

You moaned loudly as you came, legs shuddering, rutting your breasts into Jungkook’s face as your hand pressed him into your tits, grinding your hips into Yoongi’s hand as your pussy clenched around his fingers, drenching them with your orgasm once again. Jungkook moaned into your chest, burying his nose into your tits, tongue pressed against your skin.

“Ah, fuck, you taste so good, noona…”

Yoongi chuckled, slowly pulling his fingers out of you.

“You haven’t tasted anything, Jungkook.”

And then Yoongi fell back against the bed, taking you with him. You had to release Jungkook’s head, whining at the loss of his warmth. Yoongi dipped his knees down and shoved them between your thighs, spreading them wide. He slid you down his body, forcing you to expose your wet pussy to Jungkook’s wide, voracious eyes.

“Have a taste.”

Jungkook’s eyes flickered to you. At this point, it was doomed. You wanted Jungkook’s tongue and your needed it now. Your voice was grating, tainted with lust.

“Get on your knees and taste me, Jungkook,” you growled.

Jungkook obeyed immediately, kneeling before you and crawling up to your thighs, extending his pink tongue, nearly drooling. Chocolate eyes watching your face.

Yoongi shoved his wet fingers into your lips.

You grunted in protest, but then Jungkook’s tongue touched your wet slit, lapping greedily as he watched Yoongi’s fingers slide in and out of your mouth. You moaned around them, licking off your taste as Jungkook moaned into your pussy, coating his tongue with your sweet, thick juices.

“O-oh, fuck, hyung, noona…” he panted hotly into your core. “Tastes so fucking good.”

“Told you,” Yoongi chuckled triumphantly, slowly fucking your mouth.

“Wanna be in here so bad, hyung…”

You make a gargled noise around his fingers and he pulled them out, humming in his chest so your head vibrated with the sound.

“I’m not taking him raw,” you gasped out as Jungkook’s tongue swiped over your clit. Your breathing hitched as he lapped at it experimentally and he continued after witnessing your reaction. Your hand slid down and gripped Yoongi’s wrist, moan torn out of you as Jungkook’s licking intensified. Almost too much, forcing you to tighten your core, juices leaking out of your slit and onto his chin.

“Don’t worry. I came prepared.”

Your jaw tightened as you neared orgasm. Of course, Yoongi came prepared.

“You planned this.”

“Did I?”

Far too amused and teasing to be innocent. Your back arched as Jungkook increased the suction, your head tipped back against Yoongi’s chest, barely being able to see him upside down, mouth open as you panted. Yoongi smirked at you.

“Or did I simply assist little Jungkookie in convincing noona to take his virginity?”

His words and your orgasm hit you like a truck, hands flying up to grip Yoongi’s shoulders as you nearly screamed Jungkook’s name, thighs threatening to clamp his head if it wasn’t for Yoongi’s strong legs spreading them out. Your body fell limp onto Yoongi’s chest, flooding Jungkook’s mouth with your orgasm. Jungkook groaned, drinking it up, hands coming up to hold your hips down as he sucked it out of you.

“Not all of it, Jungkook,” Yoongi warned. “Keep her wet for you.”

Jungkook whined, drawing back, lips shiny and glossy with your cum. His pink tongue snaked out, swiped over his lips, scooping it all into his mouth, the action obscene and arousing all at once.

“Fuck, noona’s pussy tastes so good…”

Yoongi lifted your limp body and dragged you up the bed, placing his head on the pillows and positioning you on top of him. You scoffed, back and ass pressed against Yoongi’s still fully clothed body.

“You want him to fuck me on top of you?”

“Of course,” Yoongi answered smugly. “I can help him get into position and he can get back at me for fucking you on top of him.”

“You didn–”

Yoongi pinched your nipples, cutting you off as he flicked the sensitive nubs, turning you into a moaning mess in seconds. Your legs tried to close, but once again Yoongi hooked his around yours and spread them out for Jungkook, who was stripping off his pants. Your eyes widened seeing Jungkook’s cock straining against his boxer briefs. Yoongi had a great dick. The best dick. But Jungkook had never been in a woman before and he was impossibly hard because of it, gasping as he pushed his underwear down, leaking pre-cum everywhere. Either that or he really was very, very turned on by you.

For the first time throughout this entire night, it really hit you that Jungkook actually liked you. That he was not a fuckboy and he genuinely wanted you to take his virginity, so much so that, somehow, he convinced Yoongi, your partner-in-crime, your other half in this long-winded sexual escapade of pushing each other closer and closer to the edge, until one of you fell.

Yoongi clasped his hands around your upper arms, sucking in an excited breath.

Your breathing caught in your throat.

Or maybe.

Maybe both of you had already fallen.

And both of you were twisted enough to be ridiculously turned on by Jungkook crawling onto the bed, eyes glazed with desire, desperate to fuck you. Yoongi tapped your arm and pressed a condom into your palm.

“Put it on him.”

You motioned Jungkook forward and he scooted up, sucking in his lower lip. The tiny mole underneath quivered as you ripped open the condom, reaching awkwardly to roll it down his thick cock. You inhaled sharply, feeling his warmth against your fingers. Your eyes flickered up to him and he swallowed, chest rattling nervously.

“H… How do I…?”

“Hands on the bed,” Yoongi said behind you. Jungkook placed his hands on the bed, on either side of Yoongi’s arms, next to your head. He stared into your eyes. You placed your hands on his hips and scooted him down so he was positioned above you.

“Give me one of my legs, Yoongi,” you said softly, still keeping eye contact. Yoongi let go of your right leg and you raised it, Jungkook moving his hand so you could place your calf on his shoulder.

“Do I just…?”

“Down.”

He missed.

“Try again,” Yoongi whispered gently. “Hyung will help you.”

Jungkook chewed on his lip and lowered his hips again, gasping as Yoongi’s fingers wrapped around his cock and led him to your pussy. You lifted your hips so Yoongi could see better. The head pressed against your entrance.

“A-ah…” you breathed. “There.”

“Push,” Yoongi instructed.

Jungkook slowly slid in. He winced. “She’s too tight.”

“Relax,” Yoongi chided you. “He’s not me. He can’t handle all that yet.”

“I am,” you shot back. “He’s not pushing hard enough.”

Yoongi huffed. “Fine. Shove it all in there, Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “Won’t that hurt you?”

Instead of waiting for Yoongi to answer, your hands came up and grabbed Jungkook’s hips, forcing his cock deep into you. He yelped at the sudden rush of pleasure, eyes rolling back into his head. You held him down, not letting him move, trying very hard not to tighten around his dick because, holy fuck, Jeon Jungkook had a nice cock, filling you up and stretching you out with his hardness, unforgiving and wonderful, reminding you of Yoongi’s.

Except, well, Yoongi usually didn’t look like he was going to pass out.

You had to bite your tongue so you wouldn’t laugh. Yoongi pinched your arm, already knowing your reaction. You hissed, pulsing around Jungkook’s cock. The younger man moaned, lowering his head, blond hair falling like a curtain. His eyes found yours. Jungkook’s gaze so intense it made your shiver, nails digging into his hips.

Outside the locked bedroom door, someone was yelling at someone else about cheating or something frivolous like that.

“You can move whenever you’re ready, Jungkook,” Yoongi finally said.

“Excuse me, I’m right here,” you interjected.

“Shh, don’t complain.” Yoongi’s hand stroked your red hair, flaring it out on his chest. “Let Jungkookie use you.”

Your chest tightened.

You felt yourself get wetter around Jungkook’s cock.

“What did you say to me?” you breathed. One of your hands lowered from Jungkook’s hip and gripped Yoongi’s wrist tightly. The tone of your voice changed, not quite so harsh anymore, turning needy and thin, breathless. Jungkook was watching you curiously. You felt your ears heat.

Yoongi’s free hand slid around your waist. You couldn’t see his face, but you saw Jungkook’s eyes slide upwards, observing his hyung. A mischievous spark suddenly appeared in those dark brown eyes. Yoongi cupped your breast, stroking your nipple lightly. Shallow, tight breaths, waiting for Yoongi’s response.

“I said,” Yoongi drawled. “Let Jungkookie use you.”

Oh no.

Oh shit.

Why were you suddenly so horny? It suddenly got so hot, suddenly so aware you were sandwiched between Jeon Jungkook’s hard dick and Min Yoongi’s fully clothed body, and Jungkook was going to fuck you into this random bed and into Yoongi himself. So very wrong. So very bad.

And you wanted it.

Jungkook raised his hips and pushed back into you, clenching his jaw. You were so wet that it was easy, not enough for your sudden hunger.

“Not too far,” Yoongi instructed. “You’re going to fall out if you pull out too far.” Yoongi nudged your hip. “Up.” You raised your hips and pressed your thigh against your chest. “Jungkook, angle yourself higher.”

Jungkook shifted and got more on his knees. “Like this?”

“Mhm. Go harder.”

Jungkook slapped his hips into you and you gasped, pressing your head into Yoongi’s chest. He stopped, looking worried.

“She’s fine.”

“Are you su–?”

“Jungkook,” you snarled. “Listen to him and just fuck my damn hole so I can get off.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened at your dirty words. Yoongi chuckled.

“She’ll be fine, Jungkook. Focus on yourself for now. Don’t go faster or you’ll cum too fast,” Yoongi cautioned. “At least for the first time. Go harder so you can feel it all.”

Jungkook bit his lip and began to slowly, but roughly, fuck you. Smacking your hips together with force, gasping at every descent, your pussy squeezing the full length when it was inside you. His gasps turned into moans, your breathy name, eyes closing as he thrust into you.

“Oh, fuck,” Jungkook groaned. “Fuck, she’s so wet, so tight…”

“Like your dreams?” Yoongi teased.

Jungkook seemed not to notice. “Better. Fuck, so much better, hyung, oh my God…”

“Harder,” Yoongi commanded. “I know you can go harder, Jungkookie.”

You moaned deeply as Jungkook rammed his hips into you, the wet squelch loud and lewd, so obvious if someone was listening outside, even through the music. But none of you cared, none of you noticed the bed squeaking as Yoongi spurred Jungkook on gently, having him increase the pace, making your body shudder with pleasure, mouth opening and tongue hanging out as you gasped for breath.

“You wanna cum, Jungkook?” Yoongi asked breathlessly, becoming hard under you as you cried out in pleasure, the base of Jungkook’s cock splattered with your juices.

“Not yet,” Jungkook whined.

“Alright, stop for a second.”

Yoongi placed a hand on Jungkook’s waist and pushed him all the way into you. You whimpered, so close to orgasm but cut off by Jungkook stopping, clenching around his cock as the head hit you deep inside.

Yoongi dropped his voice, speaking to you.

“Give him a hug.”

You gripped Jungkook’s cock and pulsated around it. Jungkook groaned, throwing his head back as his cock throbbed against your walls, roughly massaged by your pussy.

“Oh, fuck me…”

Jungkook began to move again, harder and faster now, lost in his lust, chasing his pleasure.

“Doesn’t it feel nice?” Yoongi purred to you. Your heartbeat skipped as Jungkook pounded you into Yoongi, biting your lip hard and whimpering as he fucked you mercilessly, lack of practice making it an erratic rhythm, watching his thick cock pump in and out of you, so good, so rough, using you.

Your name drifted from Yoongi’s lips, smokey and devious, driving you insane. Your head tipped back, staring at the ceiling, gasping as Yoongi’s words worked into you.

“You love it, don’t you?” Yoongi drawled. “You love Jungkook using you, fucking you like his own personal gloryhole, hm?”

Oh, fuck.

You whined pathetically, liquid gushing down Jungkook’s cock as you came, core tightening, Jungkook fucking you harder, grunting as he clenched his jaw, feeling you massage his length harshly. Yoongi pinched your nipples, lengthening your orgasm, and you squeezed your eyes shut, pleasure overwhelming your senses, consuming you, feeling nothing but Jungkook’s cock, Yoongi’s hands, and Yoongi’s words corrupting you.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy letting Jungkook use you like this,” Yoongi growled. “So generous, letting Jungkook fuck your tight little hole with his big cock, hm?” He rolled your nipples in his fingers and rubbed them hard.

“A-ah, Yoongi!”

“No, no,” Yoongi scolded, pinching them firmly and making your squeal. “Tell Jungkook how good he’s doing. Tell him how good he feels inside you, naughty girl.”

You opened your eyes to see Jungkook’s sweaty face, brows furrowed, jaw tight as he smacked your hips together over and over, veins popping in his neck and forehead. His cock was jerking inside you, close. So close.

“F-fuck, Jungkook,” you gritted out, feeling Yoongi release your nipples and bounce your tits in time with Jungkook’s thrusts. “Fuck, you’ve doing so good, can’t believe this is your first time, you’re so fucking strong and so fucking big, fuck…”

Jungkook’s dark eyes fixated on you, your bouncing tits, your open mouth, your glazed eyes, hips fucking him back as he fucked you.

“It’s because you have the perfect pussy, noona,” he growled, leaning down, pressing you into Yoongi, getting a deeper angle, nearly hitting your cervix. His breath was hot and erotic against your face, eyes flickering up to Yoongi before boring into yours, capturing you, dragging into his pace and his cock slamming into your hips.

“The perfectly tight little gloryhole for me to use.”

You cried out, something inside you snapping, cumming again all over Jungkook’s cock, your juices sliding down your thighs and his thighs, smearing into Yoongi’s jeans, dripping everywhere, so much, oh, God, so fucking intense that your pussy clamped around Jungkook’s cock. He moaned your name right into your face, thrusting one last time, pumping the condom full, stretching it out against your walls, so much you could feel it and his cock throbbing against your walls, trying to get it all out.

Yoongi didn’t even bother to ask. He simply reached down and pushed Jungkook back a little, feeling for the bottom of the condom and pushing him out of you. Jungkook whined, but Yoongi pulled you away from him.

“It’s too much,” Yoongi mumbled. “How long have you been holding out? Fuck…”

He pulled the condom off him and it was still dribbling out. Yoongi grabbed your hand and wrapped it around Jungkook’s cock, holding you in place with his. You were too tired to focus, too exhausted to realize what was going on.

Yoongi began to pump Jungkook with your hand, slowly. He was still so hard, veins imprinting into your palm, cum dripping all over your and Yoongi’s fingers. Jungkook whined, wincing at the sensitivity, but Yoongi was careful, sliding your palm up to the head and squeezing it firmly but not too tightly. Slowly, slowly, bringing Jungkook back down.

“Party’s dying,” Yoongi breathed. “We gotta get out of here.”

You were naked. Jungkook was naked. Your lower back was killing you. Yoongi’s blood alcohol level was far too high to drive even if he sounded sober. You sucked in a breath and shoved your face into the unknown sheets, groaning.

“Give me a minute, fuck.”

Shit, you just wanted to sleep.

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imaslutforremusandsirius · 3 years

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Ik you've done something like this but can u pls do a smut were me, remus and Sirius are in a relationship and I'm remus's good girl and he's a soft dom with me but he's all strict w Sirius

Good girl and bad puppy

Sirius getting wrecked and you treated like a princess

Enjoy darling <3

Warning: 18+

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“You do know he loves me more right?” Sirius asked slowly, as if he was talking to a daft toddler.

“Shut up Sirius” you hissed, “I know you‘re doing it on purpose.”

You hid your head behind your book again, desperately trying to block out his annoying face.

“He loves me moreeee” Sirius sang, his voice breaking midway and you snorted.

“Yeah right, especially with that voice.”

Sirius grinned, his tipical eye-crinkling, teeth showing grin. It let you know that he did not mean anything he had said earlier. Both of the boys loved you just as much as you loved them.

“It wouldn’t hurt for you do behave every once in a while though.”

Sirius’ face fell, as if you just said the most ridiculous thing in all those years you’d know each other.

“And why would I do that?” He looked genuinely spooked.

“Because he would be nice to you as well?” you said slowly, this time him being the daft toddler.

His face was horrified as he yelled out with utter disgust in his voice. “That is absolutely outrageous! Why would I want Moony to be nice? Ew! You take your vanilla shit and leave me out of this mess-”

“Alright I get it! Jesus Christ, you need anger management!” You cut him off, angrily turning back to your book.

“Vanilla shit, huh?”

Sirius closed his eyes, silently cursing under his breath. Putting on an exaggerated smile he turned in his chair, hugging Remus around the waist.

“Moony!” he said, overly cheery, “Oh I’ve missed you! Sit, sit.” Sirius ushered him to sit and gave you a pleading look. Caving, you put your book down.

“Hi Rem” you smiled and he leaned over to kiss you after he kissed Sirius.

“Hi sweetheart, what were you talking about?”

You shrugged, cheeks tinting pink. Fuck, you are a terrible liar.

“Oh um nothing. You know, the usual...” Your voice trailed off and Sirius nodded ethusiastically.

“Exactly!”

Remus smirked and turned to Sirius, raising a brow. “So you were discussing how vanilla I am?”

Busted.

You immediately responded. “I didn’t say that, Sirius did!”

Sirius gaped at you, mouth opening and closing a few times before he spluttered, “You - You utter bit-”

“Padfoot.” Remus warned, expression turning strict instantly. Remus hated insults out of the bedroom.

Sirius turned to him, a pleading look in his eyes. “Moony, I swear I didn’t mean it like that!”

Remus tilted his head to his right. “How did you mean it Sirius?“

Now it was Sirius‘ turn to blush. „I just said that I like you being“ he cleared his throat and rushed the last part “um- roughwithme.“

Remus smirked at Sirius and nodded to himself.

„Bad puppy.“

Sirius melted.

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„Moony?“ Sirius stuttered as Remus looked him up and down, a thoughtful look on his face.

„Can‘t decide if I want you to fuck her or if I want to fuck you...“ Remus said with a coy smile.

You bit your lip when you felt your cunt clench at his words, already wet from the way Remus was staring at the both of you. Like he just wanted to wreck you.

„I certainly wouldn‘t mind fucking her“ Sirius smirked, but Remus just hung his head and chuckled.

„I don‘t care if you mind Sirius.“

Whenever Remus said your boyfriends actual name you knew that the scene was starting. It was a warning, if you will.

You pinched his hand to make him shut up and for once he listened.

„What do you say pup?“ Remus looked at you, a gentle smile on his face when you shyly played with your fingers. „Tell Remmy what you want.“

„I want-“ you licked your lips exitedly „I want you to watch us fuck, Remmy.“

Remus‘ smile widened and he nodded his head. „If that‘s what my baby wants...“ He opened his arms and gave you the signal to start, leaning back on the chair to watch you. His two precious subs, both the most gorgeous beings in all of Hogwarts.

Sirius took the reigns and pulled you on his lap, lips eagerly smashing on yours and he kissed you sloppily. Your hands wandered under his shirt and you traced his soft skin with your fingertips, savoring his soft moans and shivers. He flipped you over, craling between your thighs and continued to kiss you soundly, hips grinding on yours. He slowed down, his clothed cock grinding over your bare cunt, slow and teasing.

“Stop showing off and fuck our girl.” Remus said between grittet teeth and Sirius smirked at the dom. Turning back to you he put your hands on the waistband of his boxers.

“Undress me” he drawled.

You tugged his boxers down and his hard cock sprang free, already flushed and leaking. You tried to wrap your legs around him and pull him close, but he blocked your attempts and forced you into a different position.

Your were on your hands and knees with your fae towards Remus when Sirius pushed in with a hard thrust, not even giving you a second to adjust before he pounded into you. You fell forward and let out moans and shrieks when he hit that spot inside of you over and over again. God, it felt so good. The veins of his cock were rubbing at your sensitive walls, his balls slapping your ass. The sight was obscene, being watched by one boyfriend as the other one just watched with a self-satisfied grin. Watching you get fucked like a slut.

Remus made his way over after a particular loud cry from you and took your face in both of his palms, thumbs smoothing over your flushed cheekbones. Your hands instantly clasped on his wrists for some stability.

He chuckled. “Look at my darling girl, getting fucked by our puppy, hm?” Both of you groaned at that, Sirius starting to get aggressive, fingers digging into your hips with one hand on your clit.

“Ah there!” you gasped, thrusting back against him “Right there Siri please!”

Sirius growled low in his throat. “Oh? There?” He pushed so deep your eyes rolled back, mouth falling open.

“Make my good girl cum, puppy.” Remus barked out, leaning in to swallow your moans.

“Yes, Sir.”

Sirius pushed you further down with one hand between your shoulder blades and kept you there, adjusting his hips and oh. Hit punded your spot over and over again, his sweat dripping on your back as he fucked and fucked.

“Is my beautiful girl gonna cum for her Remmy? Yes?”

You were gone at this point, babbling absolute nonsene as your desperately clawed at the sheets for some stability.

“Cum, baby.”

You screamed out when your release hit you like a brick wall, your entire world turning white. Legs trembling, fingers shaking and your cunt clenched so tight Sirius was forced to stop moving. So full, you felt full to the brim.

“Out, puppy.” Remus commanded and Sirius pulled out, sitting back on his knees, cock steadily leaking cum. Fuck, he had been so close.

“Princess” Remus turned to you “Prepare our boy.”

You grinned and crawled over to the bedside table, pulling out a dildo. Sirius hated lube, the masochistic fucker said he loved the burn of the stretch. Remus sat down and pulled Sirius up until his back was resting against his chest and spread his legs, holding them up for you.

Remus kissed the side og his head and nipped at his ear harshly. “Don’t you dare cum, puppy.”

You pushed the dildo against Sirius lips and he spat on it, taking it in his mouth until it was completely wet. The dildo wasn’t exactly big, only a preperation before Remus fully stretched Sirius with his own cock.

You rubbed the tip against his tight hole and watched as he began to open up. Remus put his hands around his cock and bally, squeezing hard to keep him from cumming. Sirius let out a loud groand whe the tip slipped it, back arching with the delicious pain of the stretch.

“You fucking slut” Remus mocked “Getting fucked with a fucking dildo like a whore. Thank her for pleasuring you!”

“Thank you!” Sirius cried out when you fucked him in a steady rhythm, the dildo gliding in with difficulty, making it feel oh so better.

You kissed his legs, biting at the flesh of his ass and went faster. You fucked him until his legs trembled and he couldn’t talk, before you ripped the dildo out. He chased you with his hips and begged shamelessly.

“Please no! Please Moony, please! I’m a good boy!”

Sirius was crying, his cock fucking hurt and his prostate throbbed with irritation of being yet again robbed from another orgasm.

“Come here baby and wet my cock. Wanna fuck my little puppy.”

You took Remus in your mouth, suckling gently and wet him with your spit. He twitched at pulled away, too sensitive from watching you both the entire time without touching himself once.

“Sit on his face.” Remus told you gently and you quickly straddled Sirius’ pretty face, effectively shutting him up by pressing your cunt on his mouth. Remus spit on Sirius’ hole, a degrading sight but Sirius relished in it, watching Remus push inside his tight clench.

Sirius nails scratched your thighs and he gladly tasted your pussy, his groans going straight to your clit. His tongue was everywhere, in your hole on your clit, sucking and slurping liek a starved animal. You were maoning loudly, your huips grinding on his face with sharp movements, hsi nose catching on your clit and making you cum for the second time.

“Yes! Yes, lick it all up!” You cried out and gushed all over his mouth and Sirius whined, truly like a puppy, and lapped everything up diligently. You felt another pair of hands on your waist and Remus pulled you back, your tits pressed against Sirius chest and Remus fucked you.

Sirius was crying now, his third time being denied to cum, while you were getting your third in a row.

“I can’t Remmy!” you shrieked “Please! Too much!”

Sirius and you were holding onto each other as Remus made a mess of you. He knew exactly what he was doing to reduce you to a blubbering mess. Giving Sirius nothing and you too much.

Sirius tugged you down to press a punishing kiss on your lips, angry that Remus treated you so gently and him like a slut. His teeth sunk into you bottom lip and you came again, falling against his chest. Remus growled and pulled out, jerking Sirius off in a fast pace and fucked into him deeply. With one hard thrust he came deep inside of Sirius, and Sirius shouted, voice raw as he finally came for the first time. His cum coated your fronts and Remus fucked his release inside of his tight clench, making it leak out from the sides.

“My precious loves” Remus cooed and kissed your cheeks. “So good f’me. Love you so much, c’mere.”

Remus laid down in the middle, pulling you both to his chest and stroked your hair softly. You were a sticky mess, dried cum and sweat, but you didn’t care.

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Many sad thoughts running through my head but I can imagine Dabi having trust issues as you and the other anon saying. Him being afraid of getting left behind. I feel like he would say “I didn’t mean to say I love you” at some point because that’s a type of vulnerable he doesn’t want to be but it’s just one of many thoughts

AHHHHHHHH anon anon why must u hurt me like this?????? pls my whole heart just broke at this and i uhhhhh wrote 1.7k words about it,,,

❅ cw: soft dabi, angst, rly sappy ❅

It seems to happen at the most random of times. It isn’t like the movies, isn’t ever after some profound incident or momentous occurrence shared between the two of you—no, it’s always right after the most mundane things; after he catches you brushing your teeth in a cute matching set of panties and a tank top, sticking out your tongue at him, mouth full of foamy white toothpaste; after he finds you curled up on the couch buried under a fluffy blanket, nothing more than a lump and a head as your eyes rapidly scan the pages of the book in front of you, entirely absorbed in whatever world it’s built for you; after he walks into the kitchen to see you by the sink washing a few dishes, hips swaying and head nodding as you hum along to whatever song is blasting through your headphones.

But God, does it hit him like a motherfucking bus every single time, punches him in the stomach without warning, knocks the breath straight out of him.

He’s usually good at keeping it to himself, usually able to swallow it back down when those three little words begin to creep up his throat, dancing on the back of his tongue and restricting his breathing.

But eventually, he messes up.

You had started it, right after you had finished sprinkling the pizza stone with some flour while he was rolling out the dough, wiping your powdery fingers down his t-shirt, then swiping a thumb across his cheekbone, leaving a streak of white flour painted in its path, a little mischievous smile on your face and glint in your eyes.

He retaliates immediately, grabbing a pinch of flour from the bag and flicking it right in your face.

“Dabi!” you gasp, but your shoulders are shaking with silent laughter as you wipe at your face, fingers only managing to leave more strokes of the substance instead of clearing it. Your hand dives into the bag, grasping a handful of flour, inhaling deeply—enough to expand your entire chest—before blowing air out of your mouth, casting tiny, thick explosions of white at him, speckling his shirt and dusting his inky hair.

“Oh, you little brat,”

And, fuck, you look so goddamn beautiful, giggles ringing out around the room, flour strewn in your messy, tousled hair, smears of it across your cheeks and neck, sprinkled on your clothes, eyes bright and breathing laboured with exhilaration as you daintily leap away from him.

They’re bubbling up in his chest, those three stupid little words, climbing up, up, up his throat to settle on his tongue, light and sweet, floating in his mouth like candy floss and melting on his tongue only to be resurrected by another one of your giggles, or playful yelps, or squeals of his name.

And he’s too preoccupied to remember to swallow them down, to chew and chomp on them until he’s crushed them into a thousand tiny pieces as he chases you around the kitchen while you throw clouds of flour at each other, too enraptured by the soft, cute, precious sounds he’s endlessly pulling from you, too hellbent on hearing more, a man possessed.

Because he hasn’t laughed like this in ages, isn’t sure he’s ever laughed like this in his entire life, and they just slip out, when he finally catches you, chest heaving a bit from the thrill of it all as large hands curl around your shoulders.

“God, I love you,”

They’re muttered softly, just a huff of breath, really, blanketed by his laughs and yours, and you nearly miss them.

Nearly.

And then, everything stops. Your laughs abruptly cut off, and he wishes he’d have missed the sharp intake of breath you inhale through your mouth, lips parted slightly, wide eyes staring at him as your body freezes up, going rigid in his grasp, feet fused to the floor.

He stops, too, lets go of you so quickly you’d think your skin burnt his palms through the thin material of your shirt, sapphire eyes growing wide—wider than you’ve ever seen them before—as his mind catches up with his mouth, stumbling a few steps back from you.

He wants to say something, anything, but his voice is caught in his chest, fading into pathetic squeaks of breath any time he tries to force a few words out. And it aches, heart pounding almost painfully against his ribcage, breathing shallow—almost ceased completely—as he stares unblinking at you, sharp, tingling anxiety flooding his veins.

And you—well, you’re staring at him with this look in your eyes, something that he can’t decipher, and it makes his stomach lurch. It’s a look he’s never seen before, your eyes shining as you gaze at him, almost glittering as you stare at him, unmoving, unbreathing, unexplainable. Are you upset? Angry? Disgusted? Stunned? A combination of all four? None at all?

The fact that he can’t tell, that he doesn’t know, when he prides himself on being able to read others so insanely well, ignites flames of anger that alight his entire body, right to the tips of his fingers and his toes, blazing straight through the anxiety and simmering in his chest, eyes hardening as they glare back at you.

A beat passes, your ears ringing from the thick, tense silence draped over the room, and then he’s pushing past you roughly with a choked snarl that sounds a little like a mix between a sob and a growl, and storming out of the kitchen.

He’s cut off all communication entirely, has been ignoring you for a few days now, only leaving his bedroom out of absolute necessity and refusing to answer any of your countless texts that have been collecting on his lockscreen, refusing to even touch his phone. He doesn’t want to see what you have to say, desperately tries to convince himself that he doesn’t care, that he isn’t scared of what your messages might reveal, isn’t terrified of that impending rejection he’s so sure is lurking on the horizon.

But there’s only so long he can keep avoiding you before you finally catch him in the kitchen, just past three in the morning, fixing himself a late-night snack.

“Oh, thank God,”

He whirls around at the sound of your voice, cobalt eyes gaping for a moment before narrowing into sharp slits an instant later.

“Dabi, listen—”

“No,” he growls, eyes flashing. “You listen, I don’t want to fucking talk about it, alright?”

Leaping in front of him, you block his path, prohibiting him from leaving the kitchen and speaking quickly. “Yeah? Well I do!”

“I don’t care,” he spits viciously, the ache throbbing deep in his chest—at the very core of his body—reminding him otherwise. “There’s nothing to talk about, anyway! It’s not like I meant them,”

And that—that gets you to stop, tripping a little over your own feet as you stumble back like he’s physically slapped you, a soft, hurt little whimper getting caught in the back of your throat as tears rapidly pool in your eyes, blurring your vision.

“Wh-What?”

He glares down at you, molars grinding together as his nose twitches.

I didn’t mean to say I love you.

What a pathetic fucking sentence—it’s almost laughable, the corners of his lips quirking up in a sardonic little grin. Your breath hitches, and his shoulders tense at the sound.

‘You aren’t supposed to know I love you’ is much more accurate, his mind sneers at him. Coward. Fucking coward.

“I didn’t mean it,” he says, though his voice is beginning to quiver, trembling hands curling into tight fists in an effort to stop it, short nails biting into the flesh of his palm as the skin stretched taut over his knuckles turns bone white.

“Didn’t mean what?” you whisper, glistening tears finally spilling over and streaming down your cheeks, leaving gleaming trails of salt water behind them. “Say it, Dabi,”

He’s got his eyes shut tightly as he shakes his head, knows if he opens them, if he looks at you, that he’ll break, shatter into a thousand pieces, split himself open at the very core of his body and bare his entire soul to you.

“Look at me,” you demand softly.

His jaw flexes once, slowly exhaling out his nose.

“Dabi, look at me,” a pause. “Please?”

“No.”

“W-Why?” the word escapes your lips in a little whine, broken up by your sniffles.

You know why.

But it’s those little half-sobs, the ones that keep catching painfully in your chest, that do it, interspersed with your soft whimpers as you plead with him—please, open your eyes, just look at me for a second, please!

Unable to stand it any longer, his lids finally rise, slowly revealing sparkling sapphire, glowering at you, his harsh gaze protected by a thin shield of water.

He hates this, hates not having control over his own fucking body, over his own fucking thoughts, hates the unfamiliarity of it all, of the unpleasant fluttering in his stomach and burning in his throat, swallowing thickly past the hard lump that’s formed, constricting his breathing.

Revolting, his inner voice snarls at him. You’re weak, letting some stupid little girl get to you like this, as if you even—

Your touch silences the voice, cutting it off midsentence, his whole body flinching at the soft, small hand resting so tenderly against the curve of his face, subconsciously nuzzling his cheek into your palm a second later, eyes slipping shut again.

“Dabi,” you begin, and something has changed. You no longer sound hurt, no longer sound wounded, your voice gentle and—

No. No, no, no, this can’t be happening to him right now. Panic grips his heart, puncturing it with its claws, sending blistering, sharp pain searing through his chest and slicing him open, raw and vulnerable.

“Please, don’t,” he whispers, words tumbling from his lips without his permission, voice frail, fragile, broken.

Don’t. He doesn’t want to hear them, doesn’t need to hear them, can’t bear to hear them—not if they’re false, fake, uttered out of misplaced pity and sympathy.

“I love you, too,”

A pathetic hiccup gets caught in his throat and he chokes on it, chest stuttering as he shakes his head, lids clenching tightly against the unfamiliar sting of tears, lips pressed together firmly to stifle the tiny distressed sounds that keep crawling up his throat, trying to escape.

There’s no way, she’s lying, how could she ever—

“Yes,” you whisper, thumb caressing his jaw. “I love you, too,”

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