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songfell-ut · 2 days
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Songfell anniversary post, pt 1
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Eyyy so four years ago today, I posted the first three chapters of my story on AO3, having seen an unfinished comic and gotten permission from the artist to write a fic using her premise. This here is the first piece of Songfell art ever, commission from the OG comic creator, @lostmypotatoes 👌
So! I am not posting any new content for the moment. My mom has been having health problems, including me having to help take her to the ER (she's fine, just needs to stay in bed for a while), which delays actual writings a bit. What I am doing is reposting art from four years of Tumblr! C'mon down memory lane, wheeeeee
(Part 2, Part 3)
This is going to be in VERY VERY approximate chronological order as it depicts stuff in the story. Stuff with no set place in the story will be guesstimated because I have that power ah ha ha ha ha
Disclaimer: I've pulled all of these from posts or reblogs made by this specific blog. If I didn't see or repost any Songfell art you've done, especially for the videos, I did not leave it out on purpose. I threw in exactly one image from Discord for the sake of completing a set, but that was it.
In cases of multiple...okay it's just the fork scene that has multiple iterations because everyone liked it, but besides the opening one here (which is still my AO3 pfp!), the one that was the first piece of non-commissioned art I ever got will be first. Enjoy!
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This was the first non-potatoes art in the videos, I believe, done by the superlative @venelona (probably the most prolific of the arts on here), when somebody realizes he's gonna lose 😘
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The collection skips ahead to Sans contemplating killing the nice lady and then totally randomly thinking of Kris instead, by @mambourin D: But whaddya know--
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See? That's the sound of losing, son
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That's the sight of losing, by @sharkowskii, whose work speaks for itself. Here's the whole thing, colored fantastically by Vene.
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Know what else they did together, and happens once he's been knocked out?
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(Look at this so good holy shit) Frisk's had a bit of a tired, scared cry in the hall, and it's time to face her new guest head-on.
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I lost my mind at least a little bit when I first saw these, ngl. I can't find the next page that she did for the compiled "movie" video 😢 But now we're coming up on a fun bit of Songfell lore!
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I was scrolling through Tumblr and glanced over what looked like a picture of my Frisk ha ha that was kind of VENELONA DID A THING WAIT WHAT
First ever fanart, that's what. We have a High Priestess who is completely done with his goddamn nonsense, and
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Pictured: goddamned nonsense. N-Not like he LIKES you, baka
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Aaand here's my Discord pfp, by @xxkoichiixx (who seems not to be on here anymore D:).
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And here's a very plausible alternate outcome by @vafro1.
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Though this was a bit more like it, thanks to @naomyart.
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Oh look a distraction after he was stupid what are the odds (Catler1!)
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Last and never least (none of you are >:( so there), puns are dumb and it turns out they're into it. The End...for now
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Bonus outtake recording illustration from @dale-the-human
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randomgooberness · 1 year
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Gordon should NOT get a biological hand back(if he does it’s busted to all hell and mostly numb). And any prosthetic he gets sucks ass unless it has a cartoony switchable feature that lets him adapt to certain tasks because even high tech prosthetic hands with the correct reaction speeds will never beat gun arm if your goal is shooting something.
What im saying is he makes a million different hands for himself to the point where he has “fork hand” and “screwdriver hand” and “scissor hand” ect
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valeskafics · 2 months
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"The Chase" - Oliver Quick x Catton!Reader
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a/n: shoutout to @barbiedragon and @aemondsbabe for encouraging this nastiness 😈🩷
Summary: Now that Oliver's ensnared you in his web, he has no intention of ever letting you go.
TW: DUBCON, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, chasing, fingering, oral f receiving, semi public sex, allusions to murder, yandere behavior, p in v sex, unprotected sex, manipulation (duh it's oliver), elspeth lowkey being ignorant as fuck, reader is an adopted catton
Word Count: 2,000 words
Rating: 18+, MDNI
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Saltburn characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷
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Oliver knows that he has to have you the moment he sees you walk onto the Saltburn grounds. You’re stunning, intimidatingly so, and you carry yourself with a self-assuredness and confidence that even rivals Felix’s. You stroll in, throwing your arms around your brother and then your sister, a bright smile on your face as you tell them all about how your gap year has been. Farleigh rushes to embrace you next, and then finally your parents. Oliver watches as they all fuss over you, the shiny new toy, leaving him forgotten on the sidelines. It annoys him as much as it intrigues him. His interest in Felix is quickly shifting toward you, the youngest Catton. He soon learns that you’re adopted, hearing Elspeth mumble to herself as she tries to remember your country of birth.
“We adopted her from… Oh, Sudan? Cambodia? One of those third world countries. Maybe one of the ones that end with -istan.”
He sees the way you cringe at your mother’s ignorance before turning to him, giving him a quick hug, welcoming him to your family’s home. All thoughts of seducing Venetia, the eldest Catton, are quickly gone from his mind. No, not when you’re there.
You’re absolutely perfect for him.
After a night of drunken revelry shared between all of you, Oliver lays in wait on the deck. He knows you like going on a morning run around the Saltburn grounds - Farleigh was teasing you about it last night, after all, saying that you’d be too hungover to do it while Felix teased and said you’re a woman of principle and would never be able to live with yourself if you didn’t. Almost like clockwork, just around eight in the morning, he sees you jogging toward the mansion, your hair tied back, wearing a pair of running shorts and a sports bra, body glistening with sweat. His icy blue eyes trail over your form, taking in every inch of exposed skin as quickly and greedily as he can.
“Morning, Ollie,” you greet cheerfully, taking off your headphones, “You and the lads have any plans today?”
He shakes his head, gesturing for you to take a seat beside him, “No. Pretty chill day. Care to join me?”
“I would, but I’ve actually got plans,” you say apologetically, untying your hair and shaking it out, “Haven’t even gotten to see my mates yet since getting back.”
Oliver hides his disappointment well, giving you a charming grin, “Aw, you can’t even give me five minutes of your time?”
You giggle, a sort of girlish innocence about you that makes him want you all the more, “You’re here for Fel, not me. He doesn’t like it when V and I talk to his friends.”
“That overprotective of you two, huh?” He asks, leaning forward in his chair, elbows resting on his thighs as he arches a brow.
“Well, protective over his friends is more like it when it comes to V. She has a habit of sleeping with them,” you tell him conspiratorially, “With me, it’s just him being an annoying big brother even though we’re quite literally the same age.”
“Aw, that’s cute. He’s protecting his little sister,” Oliver grins, his voice deceptively innocent, “But I do still want those five minutes. Maybe we just don’t have to tell him?”
You bite your lip and Oliver can tell you’re weighing the pros and cons in your mind, whether talking to the cute new guy is worth pissing your brother off. He’s pleased when you decide that it is, taking a seat beside him, your knee grazing against his as you start the conversation in earnest.
“So you and my brother met at Oxford?”
Oliver nods, leaning toward you, close enough that he can smell your natural scent mixing in with the Coco Mademoiselle perfume you spritzed yourself with upon waking up, “Yes. Your mum mentioned that you took a gap year?”
You cross your legs, your foot brushing against his calf, the small action making his cock harden in his pants as you tell him, “I did. I went backpacking in Southeast Asia. Mum was pissed but Daddy told her it was my decision and mine alone. He just gave me the condition that I had to start uni this year.”
Daddy. He likes that. He likes that a lot. He urges you to continue telling him about your travels, listening intently, his blue eyed gaze boring into your own, making sure to make you feel like you two are the only people in the world. Like right now, you’re the only thing that matters to him. Like the ground beneath you could give way and he wouldn’t care because he’s so enraptured by hearing you speak about ancient temples and mango groves and elephant sanctuaries. Maybe it’s because you’re adopted and not completely a Catton, but Oliver senses something special about you.
And realizes how much easier a sweet little thing like you will be to manipulate rather than Felix.
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It’s so easy to catch you in the web he’s spun, especially when he tells you about his father’s death, the drugs, the money problems. You’re so sweet, pulling him into a hug, inviting him to watch a movie in your room after Felix has fallen asleep. And bit my bit, you reveal things about yourself to him too. The fact that you’ve never had a boyfriend because of your overprotective brother. That you’ve always felt inadequate when compared to your big sister. That you worry that your parents don’t truly see you as their child.
You lay together on the grass under the stars one night, turning on your side to face him as you whisper, “Sometimes I think you’re the only person I’ve ever met that’s really understood me. Bothered to see past the surface, you know?”
That’s when he kisses you for the first time, slow and sweet, making himself out to be the quintessential summer lover, wanting to be your first everything. Wanting to ingratiate himself so deeply into your life that you can’t imagine it without him.
Oliver often sneaks into your room to sleep beside you, the two of you talking late into the night, giggling about the most asinine of things. And you manage to keep Felix squarely in the dark about all of it. That is, until one night when you take things to the next level. Farleigh walks into your room unannounced, wanting to grab your iPod, but he sees your legs dangling over Oliver’s shoulders, your face twisted in ecstasy, hands grasping at his inky black locks as you grind yourself against his lips. Farleigh quickly leaves the room and informs your brother, who gives both of you a stern talking to.
But Oliver doesn’t let that deter him. All it does is make him stick a pair of your knickers in your mouth the next time so no one hears you.
He knows the good times are about to come to an end when Felix learns the truth of his circumstances. And he knows Felix must have told you. Your sudden change in attitude toward him is frustrating. You’re not cold or unkind. You’re just quiet. When he kisses you, you just turn away, saying you’re a bit tired.
Oliver needs to fix this.
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He seeks you out during the party your family throws for him, watching the way you rush toward the hedge maze, your hair flowing behind you, the angel wings that you wear matching with Felix sparkling under the light of the moon. You clearly want to get away from him, from everyone. But Oliver doesn’t care. He follows after you, grasping at the white fabric of your skirt, holding you in place. You freeze for a moment when you hear him call your name, only to wrench yourself away from him and break into a run.
“Wait!”
Oliver chuckles to himself, thinking that it’ll be nice to work up a bit of an appetite before he finally feasts on you, your footsteps echoing the farther you get from the party. He catches glimpses of you between the hedges. So irresistible, beautiful. So vulnerable. You may not want him after what you’ve learned, but really, that’s just a tiny complication. You’ve been his from the moment he laid eyes on you. And no one, not Felix, not Venetia, not Farleigh, no one is going to keep him from you.
Oliver has a plan. And he’s going to see it through.
He finally manages to catch up to you, lunging at you and grabbing you by the wrists. He pins you against one of the walls of the hedge maze, holding you in place as you thrash and squirm against him.
“Get off! Please!”
Please, you say. How sweet. How innocent.
How corruptible.
Oliver leans in to whisper in your ear, his breath tickling your skin, “No.”
His hands trace the curve of your hips, pulling your body flush against his. He sees the rapid rise and fall of your chest, the way your eyes go wide as he snakes his hand between your thighs, rubbing at you over the fabric of your underwear. He can see how you hate yourself for the way your body betrays you, the way your tight little cunt squeezes around his fingers when he pushes them inside you. When you try to close your eyes from the sheer shame of it, he bites down hard on your neck, a silent order to keep your gaze on his. Oliver keeps your wrists above your head as he fucks you with his fingers, your breath coming out as soft pants as you grind your hips downward. He hears you cry his name and he knows he’s found that sweet spot of yours. Oliver rubs at it furiously, watching as your lips fall open in a silent scream, your eyes rolling back as he continues, feeling you soak his fingers within moments.
Oliver gives you little time to rest before he’s unbuttoning his trousers, freeing his long, thick cock, the tip already leaking with evidence of his arousal. You look terrified and yet amazed at how big he is, and he can tell you’re wondering if he’ll even fit inside your sweet little virgin pussy.
“Don’t worry,” he coos, slapping the fat head of his cock against your clit, watching the way your body trembles, “I’ll make it fit.”
You gasp as he sheathes himself inside you. You’re so fucking tight, he thinks to himself as he grits his teeth, feeling your body pulsating around him. He can’t even fit all the way inside you, he muses, holding your hips in place as he slowly begins to fuck you. Your eyes water from the sting, but he watches the way your face twists, sweat beading at your temples as he fucks you. You like this. He can see it in your eyes.
The moon casts a shadow of the two of you on the ground. Oliver with his horns and you with your wings. The sight of it makes him want you all the more. Here he is, corrupting Felix’s little sister. The sweet little angel he’s wanted all summer. And you have no idea what his plans for you are. His plans to slowly but surely get rid of everyone around you until it’s just you and him.
You let out a quiet mewl of his name, bucking your hips, wanting to take him deeper, the tip of his cock brushing against your most pleasurable spot with every thrust. He drives into you harder, holding you in place by the hips. He fucks you like he hates you, he fucks you like he loves you, you don’t know.
All you know is you may not have wanted this, but now, you think you’d die if he stopped.
Oliver rests his forehead against yours, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.
The chase is over.
He has his prey.
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hazbinwhoree · 2 months
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Adam and Lute with a very powerful overlord reader who is doing multiple jobs at once and is obviously tired and overworked, and is just like, "I'm done, I'm too tired to deal with your bullshit." She kinda has the same personality as Aizawa from mha (Reader may or may not have an addiction to coffee, tea, and energy drinks. I can see them meeting when Charlie drags her to her meeting with adam and Lute. Charlie:(y/n)? When was the last time you slept? (Y/N): What the fuck is sleep? *drinks 10 gallons of coffee in one sitting*)
An Angel & An Overlord
A/N: I had fun writing this and hope it’s what you wanted! I don’t know who Aizawa is so I did my best based on context clues. Disclaimer, there will not be a part 2, I’m drowning in requests.
Adam was already bored of this meeting with Lucifer and Lilith’s daughter. She and her associates were pleading their case to let sinners go to Heaven (ha!) while he chowed down on some ribs. Then the door swung open.
A demon came stumbling in, an energy drink in each hand, looking disheveled and tired. But fuck, she was hot.
“(Name)!” Charlie exclaimed. “Thank you for coming! I know you’re busy.” Adam and (Name) had made prolonged eye contact. “What? Oh, yeah, no problem, Char.” She tore her eyes away, looking at the ribs he was eating. “Fuck those look good. Now I’m hungry.”
“And who’s this hottie?” Adam smirked, slumping back in his seat. The demon rolled her eyes, slamming one of her drinks on the table. “She said my name already, asshole. And put some respect on it, I’m highly ranked down here.”
“Whatever you say, tits.”
She hissed at him. Adam felt a small thrill at the action.
“Eat shit.”
“Um, (Name), maybe don’t fight with Adam, we need him to approve the plan-” “I’m not going to approve the plan,” Adam laughed. “Sinners? In Heaven? As if.”
(Name) sighed, patting Charlie’s back. “Looks like my services are pointless.” She made to leave, but Adam stopped her. “Well wait, what was your role in this little presentation?” He wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t want her leaving yet. “I have statistics from asking sinners if they would take the Hazbin Hotel seriously if Heaven approved it.”
Adam pretended to think on that. “Interesting, but Heaven will never approve.”
She flipped him off.
“Right back at you, bitch.”
Despite the annoyed face he put on, Adam liked this demon much more than the sunshine and rainbows princess. She spoke his language.
(Name) pounded back the energy drink she was still holding while the room watched on, Charlie and Vaggie looking vaguely concerned. “(Name), did you sleep last night?” “Who needs sleep?” The overlord crushed the drink can. “Aight, I’m out.” She saluted the room and left.
(Name) woke up the next morning to an invitation outside her door. To her shock, it was from Adam. He requested they meet, listing coordinates and a time for when he would open a portal to Heaven. Curious, (Name) decided to go.
At the time allotted, she stood at the spot, nursing a coffee. A portal opened in front of her, and apprehensively, (Name) stepped through it. “You actually came.” Adam looked surprised to see her. “Curiosity killed the cat,” (Name) replied. Adam smirked. “Well welcome to Heaven, hottie.”
They were stood outside what looked like an apartment building. Adam turned to enter it. “Coming, sugar tits?” “Don’t call me that.” Still, she followed him. They rode an elevator up to the very top of the building, and the doors opened to reveal a penthouse.
“Is this where you live?” (Name) asked, stepping out and beginning to look around. “Yeah.”
Adam was unusually quiet, watching (Name) anxiously. “I made more ribs,” he spoke up. “If you want some.” He sounded unsure of himself. (Name) almost found it endearing. “Sure.” She followed Adam into the kitchen and sat down at the table, and Adam placed a plate of ribs in front of her.
(Name) wanted to ask what this was about, but she had forgotten to eat yesterday, and hadn’t had time to eat today, so she was absolutely ravenous. She dug into the ribs with vigor, ignoring Adam’s eyes on her. He took a seat across from her at the table, picking at his own plate of ribs.
“Damn, girlie, you can really put it away. One would think you’re starving. When’s the last time you ate?” “Mm, don’t remember,” (Name) answered through a full mouth. “You really don’t give a shit about yourself.” (Name) frowned. “I do, I’m just… I’m so busy. Overlord duties and shit, y’know?”
“I don’t, actually,” Adam replied as (Name) polished off the last of the ribs. He took two off his plate and put them on hers. “Tell me about it.”
(Name) realized, suddenly, that this felt a lot like a date. But these ribs were really good and Adam was being strangely sweet (he wasn’t bad looking either), so (Name) didn’t say anything about it.
“Well the other overlords have been holding a lot more meetings recently because Carmilla and Velvette are fighting, not that those names mean anything to you.” “What are they fighting about?” “I can’t disclose that.” To her surprise, Adam didn’t push. She continued.
“On top of that, I’ve got all these new contracts, I definitely took on too many deals recently, but the more souls I own, the more powerful I am.”
“I can respect that. I guess Lute isn’t the only Danger Tits I know.”
(Name) rolled her eyes. “Stop talking about tits.” “Aw, but yours are so nice, babe.” (Name) found herself actually flustered by the comment, but didn’t let it show on her face.
Her tail swished, giving away the fact she was flustered, but luckily Adam didn’t know her well enough yet to realize her tell. (Name) noticed vaguely that she’d thought yet.
Like she was going to let Adam get to know her better. Although, she supposed she already was.
They talked for a while longer, discussing (Name)’s life in Hell as an overlord, and occasionally things about Adam. But she noted he let her do most of the talking. When the conversation came to a natural conclusion, (Name) realized she’d been there for almost two hours.
“Fuck, I have to go,” she said, and Adam stood. Wordlessly, he made a portal in the middle of his living room. Before (Name) stepped through it, he spoke. “Maybe we can do this again?”
(Name) smiled to herself.
“Yeah. Maybe we can.”
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yikesmary · 10 months
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PREGNANCY CRAVINGS — choi seungcheol x reader
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summary: where being pregnant comes with its struggles, and one of them just so happens to be the random pregnancy cravings. so, in the middle of the night, you try to sneak out and go to the convenience store nearby and buy something to satisfy your craving. however, your husband wakes up and insists to accompany you—even if he’s barely awake.
notes: the convenience store i've pictured in mind are like the ones i've seen in korea. but i don't really address where this occurs in, so use your imagination!
disclaimer: i'm not pregnant or have been pregnant so everything i write about pregnancy is most likely not true and therefore shouldn't be taken as fact (unless it's true, but make sure it's validated by an actual medical professional).
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“Oh, Cheol, you absolute asshole,”
You tried using all your strength to push your husband’s sleeping figure away from you, the heat coming from his body was too much for you. Trying to move him away was an obstacle, especially because he was working out more as of lately.
But finally, you had managed to cause enough noise in trying to move him that Seungcheol finally moved himself, scooting more onto his side.
You looked down at your pregnant belly and told your unborn child, “All that effort I put into moving him, and all he has to do is move himself?”
Huffing, you stood up and went to your closet, looking for an appropriate shirt to change into in order to go to the convenience store. In hindsight, you could probably have used your phone to order something, but the problem was you didn’t know what you were craving.
You knew that the baby was craving something, but didn’t know what. So, you decided that you were going to walk to the store and let the baby decide while walking through the aisles.
You rummaged through your clothes before going through Seungcheol’s side of the closet. As the pregnancy goes on, you’ve found yourself wearing more of Seungcheol’s clothes since they seemed to fit you better and were comfier than the maternity clothes that you never wore.
"What are you doing?"
You turned around in surprise to see Seungcheol standing, looking quite comfy in his pajama pants and a random old shirt. Being the one for dramatics (which you probably got from your husband), you put your hand on top of where your heart was. "You scared me! I think I almost gave birth then," you said.
He rolled his eyes and then rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "What are you doing?" He repeated.
"Oh, I was gonna go to the convenience store. The baby wants to eat something," you told him.
"Can't the baby wait for the morning?"
"The baby wants to eat, now."
"Then why don't you order something?"
"The baby doesn't know what to eat," you sheepishly said.
He looked at you for a moment, before reaching behind you to grab a hoodie. "Fine, let's go," he said, turning to leave yours and his' bedroom.
"I'm fine on my own," you insisted.
"You're pregnant and it's two in the morning. I'm coming with you," Seungcheol said, before yawning.
"Cheol, you're barely awake enough to be coming with me. You need your sleep," you gently said, but he was stubborn.
"I'm suddenly hungry too, so I'll just come with you to buy some food," he said.
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Once you and Seungcheol entered the convenience store, you were greeted by the quietness of the place and the single employee that was stood behind the cash register.
You looked around the aisles while your husband followed not too far away from you. "Choose what you want, I'll be paying," he instructed and you didn't bother to argue, considering he always insisted on paying.
Wandering around, you grabbed your favorite snacks, a couple ramen cups, and a few of Seungcheol's favorite foods. Realizing that you should've gotten a basket, you looked at Seungcheol, who seemed to be amused with your current predicament of full hands.
"Don't laugh, it's not funny!" you whined, but he only seemed to amuse further with your comment.
Wordlessly, he left the aisle to grab a basket. When he returned with the basket, you dumped everything in it, and he carried it while you walked around the aisles one last time.
After making sure you didn't want anything else, Seungcheol went to the register, with you waddling behind him.
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"Was it worth it to ruin our sleeping schedules for this?" Seungcheol teased, and you nodded with a mouthful of ramen noodles.
He shook his head but opened his mouth and you put a chopstick with ramen noodles on it in his mouth. "Not bad," he said and you beamed at his compliment.
"Is the baby satisfied with the food?"
"Yep, and the baby is finally tired enough to sleep," you said.
Waddling to your bedroom, with Seungcheol not too far from you, you settled into your bed, and closed your eyes.
"Sweetie?"
"Yes, Cheol?"
"I can't sleep now,"
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samandcolby-ownme · 2 months
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Summary: Anon request - "could you do a smut based on the reader and colby being good friends, but she secretly likes him, they do the q&a vid where colby admits to being a dom and then something happens with him and the reader after the vid and he like proves what he said?? hope this makes sense"
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, dominant!Colby, sub!y/n, mentions of alcohol, dirty questions being asked, flirting, use of pet names - daddy being one of them, rough unprotected sex, choking, oral (both), breeding kink?? Cream pie,, hair pulling, scratching, semi forceful actions, filth
Disclaimer: All of the questions expect for the kinks question are made up, along with the answers. Also sorry in advance if this isn’t my best work.
Word count: 4.4k | not edited
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"What's up guys. So as you can see, Sam has changed a little bit." He laughs as he motions to you sitting next to him.
You laugh and shake your head. Colby smiles and looks back into the camera, "No, Sam is actually behind the camera today."
Sam peaks around, showing his face extremely close to the camera, "Hello." He stands back up, sitting back down in the chair and Colby claps his hands together, "Well now that Sam got his three seconds of fame, let me explain why y/n is here."
You cross your leg over the other and lean back as he speaks, "I thought it would be fun to do a little Q and A, but not only on my personal channel, but with one of my closest friends, y/n."
Colby turns to look at you, "Y/n. Don't be rude, say hello." He laughs as you gasp, "Oh, gosh. Sorry." You wave, "Hello everybody."
"Thank you." Colby laughs and reaches down, "So.. you all know mine and Sam's drinking question Q and A stuff, so I figured we'd do the same here." He looks over at you, "You know how this works?"
You nod, "If I don't want to answer the question, I have to take a shot?"
"You catch on quick." Colby chuckles and sets a shot glass on the table, "So.. Sam went through our little twitter thread and picked out some good questions to ask us, from you."
"Now." He glances over at you, "I know I said they're for me, but we can accommodate with having y/n here, right?" He looks over at you and you smile, "Sure can."
You liked Colby. Not as long as you knew him for, but you've started to like him way more than a best friend over the last few months.
You were nervous, because you knew his fans are ruthless when it comes time asking questions about whether or not he likes being tied up, and since the questions are also for you today, what are you going to do? Lie?
"Alright." Colby's words snap you from your thoughts, "Let's get started."
"Okay, first question." Sam clears his throat but you cut him off, "Hold on, Sam. Sorry. Colby you have.." you reach over, pulling a piece of fuzz from his purple colored hair, "Fuzz, or something."
You wiggle your fingers as it floats down to the floor and you look up, "Sorry. Continue. That was just bugging the hell out of me."
Colby smiles, "Thank you."
You nod and Sam clears his throat, "Alright. First question. If you could design your own superhero costume, what would it look like?"
You raise your brows, "Wow I thought these were going to be bad." You laugh and Sam quickly follows up, "Just wait."
"Oh." You laugh and shake your head, "My super hero costume would definitely be something like.. oh gosh. I don't know. Like a mix between Wonder Woman's and Black widow? If that's even possible."
Colby nods, "Nice. Nice. Like a black bodysuit type thing with the tiara that wonder woman wears?"
You look at him, "I think so, maybe not having pants, but longer sleeves definitely and maybe a boy shorts type bottom and of course the tiara."
"Sick." Sam says with a nod, "Colby?"
Colby thinks for a few more seconds, "Definitely something like Spider-Man, maybe not a mask, but something I can wear under a button up and just rip it open and save the day." He points, "Definitely more black and a royal blue color."
You smirk, "Instead of the spider, have a big C and B on your chest in cool letters, that would be sick."
"Yeah, yes!" Colby snaps and points to you, "I like it."
You laugh and look back at Sam, "Alright. Next question."
Sam laughs slightly and you close your eyes, "Oh no."
Sam sighs, "What's an embarrassing thing you've done and never told anyone about?"
"If I never told anyone why would I say it here? Right now when there's a camera pointed at me?" You point to the camera on the tripod and laugh.
"For the goodness of this video?" Sam laughs and you shake your head, "I need a shot, Colbs."
He tilts his head, "Really? Will you tell me later?"
You laugh, "Probably not."
He sighs and pours you a shot, "Fine." He smiles as he hands you the glass and you take it, "Oh god. I hate straight vodka."
You wipe your mouth and set the glass down, "Your turn."
Colby sighs, "I think I'm going to have to agree with y/n on this one." He pours himself a shot and takes it.
"You guys are no fun. Get drunk so you answer." Sam groans.
You roll your eyes and Colby laughs, "Next question, dear host Sam."
Sam scrolls on his phone and smirks, "Do you believe in love at first sight?"
You try not to make it obvious, but you look at Colby and he looks at you. You nod, "I mean, I would have to say so, yeah."
"Ohhh. Wanna tell us who you-"
"No." You cut Sam off and laugh, "that wasn't a part of the question."
Colby laughs and you can tell his eyes are still on you. He looks away as you look back at him and he shrugs, "I mean, with the right person maybe? So what, is that a yes?"
"I'd say so." You nod as you look from him to Sam and Sam nods, "Yeah, that works." He hums as he looks for another question, "Okay." He tries to hold back in his laughter, "Colby. This one is specifically for you."
"Oh no." Colby leans forward, resting his chin in his hand, "Hit me."
"Colby. Why do you have a pair of handcuffs in your room?"
Your mouth drops slightly. You knew about them because it's an on going joke between all your friends, but it still never ceases to amaze you.
Colby's eyes go wide and he gasps, "Oohhhkaaay." He laughs, "Why?"
"Yeah Colby. Explain why." Sam says, "What, are they from your god dang arrest or something? Props on a video.. really, what are they for?"
Colby reaches down and grabs the Tito's bottle, "um.. I mean.." he looks over at you, "I mean, no." He looks at Sam, "Definitely wasn't for those."
He untwists the cap then screws it back on, "Alright.." he leans forward as he sets the bottle on the floor, "I use them for personal fun, alright."
You cover your mouth and look at Sam who looks scared, "What the fuck does that mean?"
"That.." Colby laughs, "..would answer the question, though, right?" He looks into the camera, a smirk on his face, "I'm already.. I'm already getting embarrassed." He leans back, fixing his shirt and Sam shakes his head, "No."
"Judge is saying no." You point to Sam and Colby smiles nervously, "What? No?"
"Drink!" Sam yells and Colby goes to pour his shot before he finally spills, "I use them for.. sexual fun. Alright?"
He caps the alcohol and sets it back down. You can feel your cheeks turning red, but with this next question they're red no matter how hard you try to conceal it.
"Name two dirty kinks that you have." Sam raises his brows and Colby's mouth drops, "Oh god."
"Sam." You scoff and he laughs, "It's not me, I'm just reading the question from this person so yell at them."
"You know.." Colby starts, "I think it's only fair if y/n answers first on this one."
"No- don't do that." You laugh and cover your face. Sam laughs, "He's right." You look at Sam, "Of course you're agreeing with him."
You look at Colby with a smile, "Okay, fine." You take a deep breath, "I like.. wax play."
The look on Colby's face changes and he raises his brows, "Oh really?"
"Oh snaaaap!" Sam yells behind the camera. You hold up your hand, "Yeah, yeah, Colby. Your turn."
"Oh fuck.." he looks into the camera, "Sorry.. mom." He laughs slightly and reaches for the bottle of alcohol, "You know what.. I don't wanna answer now."
"No, no. You have to. I did, so you do." You lean back, crossing your leg over the other, "Come on. Let's hear it."
"I already said one. The handcuff thing." He pours the vodka into the glass, "Does that count as one?"
Sam nods and you sigh, "Good so now you only have to say one." You laugh as Colby caps the bottle, "Okay.. um.." he laughs slightly, "I like to be dominant. Alright.. there we go."
His words did something to you.
You squeeze your thighs together and he most definitely noticed that.
Sam erupts from behind the camera, "Whoooaaaaahhh."
You and Colby both laugh at him as he shakes his head, "The beans.. were spilled."
Colby rubs his eye and sighs, "I hate this." You nod, "Me too." He looks over at you, "What's your second kink Miss y/n."
"Oh we're back to that. Great okay." You look down and sigh, "I guess I might as well just.." you slap your hands into your lap and look up at Colby, "I like to be dominated."
"Oh shit." He tilts his head, eyebrows raising as he nods, "Go you."
"Moving on please." You try to deter from your answer, but it's hard when you said it on purpose.
You wanted Colby to know that you wanted him, but you didn't want to fully come out and say it.
Not yet at least, maybe when he's telling you to say it.
"Okay, okay. Moving on from that spice show." Sam laughs, "Next question."
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"Alright. So that's it for this video, I'm actually surprised that we aren't drunk." Colby looks over at you, "Thanks for coming on and getting down and dirty."
You laugh, "Anytime, guys. This was.. if you look past the embarrassing part, it was kind of fun."
Colby laughs and nods, "Yeah. It was. He looks into the camera, "See you guys in the next one."
Sam cuts the camera off and stand sup to stretch, "That was.. something." He laughs and shakes his head, "You guys are going to be the stars of twitter when this drops."
"Why?" You ask knowing the answer. You just wanted to hear what Sam had to say.
He tilts his head, looking at you dumbfounded. He points to Colby, "Likes to be dominant." He points to you, "Likes to be dominated."
You roll your eyes, "mhm."
Colby laughs, changing the subject, "I'm going to go start editing this." He looks over at you, "You coming with?"
"Yeah, I'll be up then. Just to make sure you don't embarrass me."you tease and he smirks, "I would never."
You smile and look over at Sam a he snorts, "You guys.." he shakes his head and you tilt your head, "You guys.. what?"
"Just keep it down." He mumbles as he walks away. You laugh and look at Colby, "I'll be up." He nods and stands up to grab the camera off the tripod, "See you then."
You watch as he walks away, shaking your head as you think about what happened tonight.
You couldn't believe you were so open about some of the stuff you said.
Wax play?
Like being dominated?
A lot of that had to do with your comfortability level with Colby, if he wasn't there, you probably would have just drank, but at the same time...
You knew exactly what you were doing, and you think it worked.
You get up, making your way up to your room. You change out of your jeans and sweatshirt and put on a pair of shirts and a loose t-shirt.
You take a deep breath before going next door to Colby's room. You knock before slowly opening the door, "Can I come in?"
You watch a now shirtless Colby turn around and he nods, "Of course."
You walk in, closing the door behind you as you walk over to his bed and sit down on the end, "Get a lot done?"
He chuckles, "Just watching it.." his eyes move up your  legs, "So see where I can cut it, you know." He looks up at your face and turns back towards the computer.
You lick your lips, smirking as you bring your legs up to sit comfortably on the bed, "Can you cut out my sneeze, please?"
"Why?" Colby asks, turning his chair towards you, "I thought it was adorable."
"I hate how I sneeze." You argue and Colby rolls his eyes playfully, "Well I don't, so." He spins back towards the computer and you can hear Sam ask about the two kinks.
"Oh god." You groan, falling back onto the bed, "Just cut that whole segment out."
Colby pauses the video and you hear him turn towards you, "Now why would we do that?"
You look up at him and sit up, "Because I actually said what mine were." You laugh, obviously nervous, "That's.. embarrassing."
Colby pulls his lips between his teeth and sighs, "You know what I think?"
You look at him, "What do you think?"
"I think.." he leans forward, fingers tapping your knees, "You said it for a reason."
You chew on your cheek, trying to keep your composure, "Uh huh. Okay." You nod, "What if I did?"
"Then I know what I need to do." He moves forward, crawling up the bed as you move back, his body hovering over yours.
You stare to at him for a few seconds before he leans down, roughly attaching his lips to yours.
You hands slide up his chest, laying on the sides of his neck as he reaches down to spread your legs. He nestles his hips between your knees, grudging his bulge against your clothed center.
You whimper out, moving your hips, "Please."
It was like a switch flipped the minute you said you liked being dominated, because he's doing exactly what he said he likes to do.
"Beg." His voice is low and his lips move along your jaw, "Beg for me, baby. Tell me what you want."
You whimper, tilting your head back to give him room as he kisses down your neck, "Please Colby, I need you."
He sits up, your legs over his thighs, "Need me to do what, baby?" He pushes his hands up your thighs, slipping his fingers inside your shorts and pulling them away.
"Take off my shorts." You lift your hips, "Please."
He chuckles lowly and slowly pulls your shorts down. You bring your legs up as he pulls them over your feet and tosses them, "come here."
You get up, on your knees in front of him, "Tell me what to do."
He smirks, fingers moving to pull your shirt up over your head. His eyes scan down over your bare chest, "Move to the floor."
He stands up as you move to the floor, on your knees awaiting your next command.
Colby stands up, undoing his jeans and pushing them down. He sits down, in his boxers, on the edge of the bed, "Come here."
His eyes follow you as you move in between his legs. You look up at him and he reaches down, gripping your chin, "I'm going to take care of you, okay? But first.." he bites his lip, thumb hooking over your bottom row of teeth, "I want to hear you gagging on my dick."
Your breath hitches in your throat as your heart rate picks up, "Yes, daddy." You smirk slightly as you see his eyebrow twitch.
He nods with a small smirk, "Fucking right."
He brushes hair from your face, lifting his hips as you work his boxers down his thighs. His cock springs free and you immediately bring a hand up to wrap around it.
A low groan leaves his throat, lip pulled between his teeth as he locks eyes with you. He nods down, "Go on, sweetheart."
You lick your lips, leaning in to swirl your tongue around the tip. He gasps lowly as you wrap your lips around him, bobbing your head to work at coating him in your spit.
"Fuck, that's it." He moans out quietly. He lays a hand on the back of your head, pushing down, urging you to take him all, even if you can't.
He wanted to hear you.
You push your head down, his cock hitting the back of your throat which causes you to gag around him. He pulls your hair into a makeshift pony with his hands, "That's it."
You bob your head, squeezing your eyes shut as you gag on him a few more times.
Colby moans, pulling your head up. He grips your chin, squeezing as he leans in, "That's my girl." He bucks his hips, "Keep going."
You nod, moving your head back in to take him in fully, gagging around him as your hands move up to grip his thighs.
He moves your head up and down, pulling at your hair as the sound of your saliva squelching around him fills the room, along with the sound of you gagging.
He moans, "Fuck, that's my girl. That's my fucking girl."
He lifts your head, wiping away the spit from your chin with his thumb, "On the bed."
You quickly get up, still breathing rapidly as you get on the bed. He motions with his hand, "Hands and knees, baby."
You roll over onto your stomach from your back and lift yourself up. Your arms holding up your weight as you look over at him.
His eyes scan up and down your body, biting his lip before he holds up a finger. He walks over to his dresser, pulling out the - you guessed it - black fuzzy handcuffs.
Your heart skips a beat as you watch him walk over to you with them, spinning them on his finger like a taunt.
"Do you want these on you?" He tilts his head, holding the cuffs up higher.
You nod, "Yes."
"What did you say?" He bites his lip, trying to fight back his smirk and you swallow, "Yes daddy."
"Atta girl." He winks and moves behind you, reaching down to take your one arm and bring it behind you. You rest your head down onto the bed before bringing your other arm back.
You feel the fuzz against your skin, biting your lip as you hear the click of the cuffs tighten around your wrists.
"You look so fucking hot like this." His hands slide down the small of your back, over the lace of your panties to deliver a smack to each ass cheek at the same time.
You whimper, jolting forward as the sting settles in, "Fuck."
His hands rub the red prints on your skin, "What do you want, baby?" He slips his fingers into the band of your panties, teasing you because he knows exactly what you want - he just wants you to say it.
"Fuck me, I want you to fuck me." You whine, "Please. Please."
"You don't want me to taste you?" He leans down, kissing your lower back, "you don't want me to taste what you've been flaunting around me for all these years?"
His words make your stomach flip, but in the best way.
"Fuck, yes. Yes, Colby." You move your head so you can try to look at him. He chuckles, "Yes, yes Colby what?"
"I want you to taste me." You breathe out, biting your lip as you feel him pulling your panties down over your ass.
He pulls them down to rest at your knees, "fuck, you have such a pretty looking pussy." He brings a hand up, teasingly sliding his fingers up and down your folds.
You whimper, pushing your hips back to meet his fingers more, but he pulls them away, "Mm, baby. You're so eager aren't you?" Colby moves behind you, bending down to kiss the small of your back again.
"Please." You whine, "Colby."
You head him chuckle, "Tell me again, baby. Tell me what you want."
"I want your tongue in me." You say, desperate for his touch, "Please, daddy."
You feel his hands lay on your thighs as his thumbs gently spread your folds open. He leans in, licking a strip up and groaning against you, "So fucking good, baby."
You moan loudly, wrists pulling again the retrains, "Fuck, yes."
Colby's tongue moves up and down a few times before pushing into you. He digs his fingers into your skin as he slides his other hand up to pull your hips back.
You groan loudly, wanting to do badly grip the sheets, "Fuck, fuck. Yes." You pant loudly, wiggling your hips as your eyes roll shut.
Colby pulls away, placing kisses up the back of your thigh as he sits up, "Your pussy is going to feel so fucking good around my dick."
He moves behind you, sliding his hand down to grip the center chain of the cuffs as he slaps the head of his cock against your pussy a few times.
"Tell me you want it." He demands, head of his cock sliding up and down your slick folds.
"I want you. I need you." You push your hips back, nails digging into the palm of your hands, "Please, daddy. I need yo-"
Your words are replaced by a long and loud moan as Colby slowly slides his cock into you, "You keep it up with that daddy shit and I might have to just make it true."
You moan in response, "Please.. daddy."
"Fuck.." he groans as he pushes his hips against you. His hands hold your hips tight as you stretch around him.
"M-move. Please." You whimper out, but Colby doesn't comply. He leans down, kissing your shoulder and you moan as his cock shifts slightly.
"Just give it a minute, baby." He rubs your hip, "You feel so fucking good. I could cum right now."
"C-co-"
He cuts your begging short, "Tell me what you want."
"M-move.." you whimper out quietly, the feeling of him just resting inside of you becoming unbearable.
"Louder."
You whimper, a little louder than the last, "Please move.."
"Mm. Louder baby. I wanna hear you nice and clear." Colby continues to rub your hip.
You move your head, "Colby.. please move."
"Mm. No I need you louder than that, baby." Colby chuckles and you sigh, slightly frustrated, "But Sam.."
"I don't give a fuck about him right now, y/n. I only care about one thing right now and that's hearing you beg for me." He pulls your hips back, causing you to moan at the pressure from his cock.
"oh my god." You moan out, making your voice louder, "Fuck me, daddy. Please move, I need you to fuck me!"
"That's my girl." He pulls out and thrusts back in, "Fuck, keep going baby. I wanna hear you."
You pull your wrists, whining when you can't move them anywhere, "Fuck, yes yes yes."
Colby lays a hand on yours as he thrusts, pulling the metal chain to the cuffs back with each thrusts, "Fucking hell, baby. You're so fucking good."
You moan out, basically screaming his name, "Fuck, Colby! Yes!"
You squeeze his cock, digging your nails into his hand. His thrusts are punishing, building up your orgasm quickly, "Shit, d-daddy!"
You whine, "So fucking close. So fucking.. close."
"Hold it, baby. Wait for me." He leans down, kissing up your back, "Wait for me."
A constant string of moans leaves your lips as your eyes roll back, closing as you try your best not to cum just yet, "Please." You breathe out, "C-Colby."
"Almost there, sweetheart." He whispers in your ear and you nod against the mattress and he groans, "Where do you want me?"
You just whimper in response and he sits up, "Can't hear you, baby. Tell me where you want it."
"Don't stop." You moan out, "Please daddy."
He grips your hips tight, "Fucking hell, you gonna cum for me?"
"Y-yes. Yes yes." You gasp, pushing your hips back as much as you can, "Fuck, cum in me."
His fingertips press into your skin harder, "F-fuck." He moans loud as his thrusts become sloppy, "Shit." He breathes out, voice shaky as you feel his cock twitch inside of you.
You moan, breathing heavy as he gently rests your hips down onto the bed. He undoes the cuffs, rubbing your wrists as soon as they're off, "Are you okay? These didn't hurt you did they?"
"No." You try to shake your head, "No I'm fine, Colbs." You smile as he lays down next to you, gently pressing his lips to yours.
“So.. follow up question..” you look up at him, “Does this mean we’re together now, or?”
“you're my girl, now." He brushes hair from your face, "Thought me moaning out my fucking girl gave that away." He chuckles and you smile with a slight laugh, "Yeah, no you're right."
You sit up, leaning over to kiss him and he lays a hand on your back, smiling within the kiss, "Just be prepared for Sam to bitch in the morning because you were pretty loud."
You lean back, laughing as you push his shoulder, "Only because you told me to."
"Yeah, and you listened very well." He winks and pulls you back down for another kiss, “Next time, we'll take it a little bit slower, and more gentle."
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f1fnatic · 6 months
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HORROR GAMES ⤿ l. norris 4
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→ ( in which. . . ) you get bored while lando is streaming a popular horror game, so you decide to pull a prank on him.
→ ( fanfic genre. . . ) written
→ ( pairing. . . ) lando norris x reader (gender not specified)
→ ( content warnings/disclaimers. . . ) none
→ ( author's note. . . ) this one is shorter than the others, but its short and sweet. i hope you enjoy! see end for more
→ ( masterlist )
screams were heard coming from down the hall. you were sat underneath a knitted blanket, watching some new show on the tv. lando was in his office streaming something on twitch. he mentioned it was a horror game.
in the past, lando had voiced to you that he was not a fan of horror games. "they're unnecessary. what's the point?" he'd said.
"they're funny. especially when scaredy cats like you play them and freak out." you responded, poking his chest with your finger. he swatted your hand away and giggled. "maybe you should try one out, play with ria and max." you suggested, shrugging.
"that would be hell." he deadpanned.
"oh, c'mon, lando! they're not that bad!" you tried to reason with him. but you knew once lando was set on something, no amount of convincing could sway him.
while watching your show, a thought came to mind. you could pull a little prank on lando. i mean, you were bored and he was too engrossed in his horror game to pay attention to anything going on outside of his office, and maybe even inside of it.
you grabbed the tv remote and pressed paused, the audio stopped, and frames froze. you got up from the couch and quietly made your way down the hall to lando's office.
slowly opening the door, you saw the back of his fluffy head of curls as well as the back of his gaming chair. the way his office was set up was his desk was on the wall adjacent to the door. meaning, his chat saw you in the doorway before he did.
on your tiptoes, you stalked toward his desk. he was talking nonsense. nonsense about the game, about how he got into this situation, and about how stupid he was for listening to you and actually playing the game.
the chat was moving quickly, but lando was too focused on his monitor and the game to pay attention to it. you noticed a few people were trying to catch his attention, so you placed your pointer finger to your lips in a shushing motion.
you slowly brought your hands to grab lando's chair, at the same time, you mentally prepared for his reaction. knowing him, it was going to be big.
finally, you shook his chair and yelled. lando flew out of his chair and onto the floor. his headphones falling off and landing next to him. you stepped back and doubled over in laughter.
he looked up from where he was lying on the floor, a look of pure horror was displayed on his face. you quickly snapped a picture of him on your phone for safekeeping.
"y/n!" he shouted. "what was that for?!"
you couldn't stop laughing. your stomach hurt, so bad. everything from his reaction to his face was priceless. you knew his chat was enjoying this as much as were.
"y/n!" he whined.
"i-i'm sorry, lan!" you respond trying to catch your breath. tears were starting to catch on your waterline. "it was the perfect opportunity! i couldn't pass it up!"
he got up on his knees and kneeled in front of his desk. he put on a pouty face while looking at chat. "it wasn't that funny chat. i almost had a heart attack!"
"oh lan," you start, moving forward to stand behind him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and bending down to rest your chin on his head atop his curls, "you can't have a heart attack, who will i scare in the future?"
lando rolls his eyes playfully and smiles. "uh huh, just wait till i scare you. i'm sure you won't be laughing then, love." butterflies fluttered in your stomach. you loved it when he called you that.
you couldn't help but let out a small giggle at his response. this type of banter was a staple in your relationship.
"whatever you say, lan. whatever you say."
ahhhh its been so long since i posted </3 i have been slammed with soccer, school, and i have had no motivation or ideas on what to post. this has been in my drafts for so long. its not the best or longest ever, i just wanted to get something out and posted. thank you for reading! as usual, feedback and requests are welcome, and make sure to leave a comment and kudos! (only if you want :P)
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byuntrash101 · 6 months
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realistic sex with seonghwa
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seonghwa x f!reader fluff | smut | mdni a/n: welcome to this series. where i'll try to imagine how each member would actually fuck, as ✨realistically✨ as possible. u voted for our shinestar to be the first one but tell me in the comments/asks who u want to see next. enjoy ♡ disclaimer: i say realistic but lets be honest this is pure delulu behaviour and total fiction. everything is solely based on the vibes the boys give off.
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in the relationship he's very loving and attentive. seonghwa is a romantic at heart. he loves big gestures. like expensive gifts and fancy dinner dates. he's a passionate man
(an aries ♈)
although he's not into pda (doesn't dread it as much as hongjoong though who he utterly despise it). he likes to hold you and kiss you but he would rather do it privately
but oh boy when he gets you alone. you will drown in the love. you will suffer the wrath of his aggressive hugs and kisses
he will literally kiss your cheeks so hard that it will scrunch up your face or hold you so thigh that you can't breathe. for him there's no other way of showing his love for him. it's ardent and burning.
(did I say an aries?)
talking of getting you alone *wink wonk*
a ✨neat boi✨
he will always prepare a towel to you clean up before you even truly starts
I feel like you guys are kissing and things get a little heated he would straight up ask if you tryna fuck 
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as soon as you say yes he hops off the bed/couch and goes to get the kit™ which includes towels, lube and toys
he might be prepared to clean up afterwards but thats only because he fully intends on getting n-a-s-t-y with you. before he cleans this man is going to make a mess
seonghwa is freaky (member of freak line with woo mingi and joong even if I think he's the less freaky out of the four). he plays coy but i feel like the demon takes possession of him when he’s on stage or in bed. 
he lives for the applause that's why he gives me the vibe of a service top. he usually doms but he will occasionally sub if his partner is into it.
if he subs that would mean he truly trusts his partner and he's ready to give up control. which I feel is something that is difficult for him to do
he will like to be on the bottom and seeing you ride him. 
he's more into praises than degradation but I feel like he would enjoy a healthy blend of both
"my good fuck toy", "you're being so good to me", "what a good little slut"
nothing too mean. he will surely enjoy being bossed around. (cfr that fancall where he literally folds because op tells him not to make her wait). he will enjoy when you give directions. command him to get in his knees for you, or tell him to open his mouth
but wether he subs or doms he will always enjoy some biting. he loves loves loves when you're close to him and you sink your teeth in the crook of his slender neck. he enjoys the slight pain
but most of the times he will top/dom. that's his comfort zone and it shows.
like I said earlier that man lives for your approval and your recognition so he will do anything to satisfy you.
and he will take 👏 his 👏 sweet 👏 time.
quickies aren't for him. he's a perfectionist. when he does something he does it 100%. he gives his all or he doesn't see the point in even starting… he'd rather wait until you have more time.
seonghwa loves and I means loves to give oral. he's oral giver line with mingi.  
he's ready to spend hours on knees head buried in your pussy ignoring his sore jaw and painfully hard cock just to make sure that when he stops your legs and trembling and you've soaked the bed all the way to the matress.
and the worst (best) part is that he's far from done
it's only the beginning of the fun
there's no point in changing the rhythm so once again when he finally slides into you he takes his time. he will coat himself with your juices grazing his tip along your folds and extra sensitive clit before pushing it in very slowly.
all the while being very quiet. barely exhaling a small sigh of pleasure because one big thing about hwa… he loves sounds. he has a huge auralism kink. so he will stay quiet just to get even hornier on the way you sound.
he wants to heart it all in great detail. (the perfectionism kicks in once more)
he wants to hear your pussy gushing out more nectar for him as he slowly fills you up
he wants to hear how you hold your breath while he gives that first slow stroke that you've been begging him for what feels like hours.
then sighs in pleasure as he reaches the bottom of you.
there he will bend down to kiss you.
sloppy kisses. very sloppy. with lots of tongue. he wants to share your taste (and realust of his hard work) with you
that's why I think hwa's favourite position is missionary. he can hear better and he can kiss you while fucks you.
he loves to make you moan into his mouth. he wants to swallow your every sound of pleasure he wants it all.
and he won't be satisfied until he makes you cum at least twice (and i insist thats the bare minimum). because hwa is an over achiever and also a good guy and as goes the famous saying: nice guys finish last.
it's only when you're satisfied (read: exhausted and worn out to the bone) that he will finaly cum too.
he doesn't have favourite spot he likes to cum anywhere on or in you. well at least that's what he says because I feel like he loves to finish inside or all over your pussy.
he loves to see how good he ruined you and messy your cute little cunt got for him. pulsing, weeping, creaming. all swollen and red.
he loves to know he's the one that made you like this. 
hwa is possessive it's less on the nose then joong but still
also you remember when I said freaky?
he's def the type that goes down on you for sloppy seconds after he's finished. if he's feeling extra generous (sadistic) he will drag out yet an other final orgasm out of your exhausted little cunt. just to have the pleasure of hearing you whine louder and squirm under him. pining your thighs open while he tastes himself on your folds.
with hwa it's not over until it's over
and finally he will share the delicious blend of your burning love for one an other with you in a passionate kiss. this time around the passion is more controlled less carnal and more romantic. he wants to show you again how much he loves you and this kiss is the prefect way
right after of course he's running around the place to bring you water and clean you up
maybe even washing you up in the shower if you aren't too tired and you can still stand (9 times out of 10 you can't) if you are too tired then he'll simply let you sleep in his arms (and never in the wet spot. if only there's one. chances are he prepared well enough and there's none)
like I said a neat boi <33
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PAC: “are you down to be a distraction, baby?” 🐅🖤🪄🌟
• how will your person approach you?
disclaimer ✩: 18+ mature themes. take what resonates, leave what doesn't. i’ve had trouble uploading this ugh it wasn’t coming out how i wanted but here we go <3 feels like it’s been forever 🥲 enjoy!
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“could you blame me for needing you? you’re the reason i got a weakness, oh, no you drive me crazy, still that's my baby. can’t get enough of you. baby, it's somethin' that you do.”
hiii pile 1! i'm immediately hearing that your person is enamored by you. they love the way you walk, the way you smile, the way you talk, the way you smell…quite literally everything. i see them staring at you a lot, it might not be obvious at first but they’re gonna try to feel you out/see if your receptive to their vibe. they’re like a cat lurking in the shadows i’m hearing. more than likely, you won’t even be focused on getting into a relationship or actively looking for a partner before they pop up on your radar; your person will just come to you. i see them coming up to you in a slightly crowded or busy environment and saying something sly but it doesn’t come out the way they intended lol they might stutter over their words and then kick themselves over it later. awww it’s cute, you get them flustered and nervous. you may not think that you’re intimidating (actually i’m picking up that some of you might be a bit reserved/quiet) but your presence shakes them to the core. it’s like all their calmness goes out the window when they’re face to face with you. you get their heart racing, palms sweaty and mind wandering but they’ll try to put on their brave face and act like they’re not having a whole meltdown inside. LMFAOOOOO they won’t even know what to do with themselves, you’ve got them down bad. i just heard “i’ve fallen and i can’t get up!” lol i think this is what’s gonna get the ball rolling on this new beginning with them; your humor. even if they don’t have the smoothest delivery, you won’t hold it against them you’ll just keep the conversation going and vibe with them. they’ll love this about you…how non-judgmental you are. they can be themselves around you 🥹 and as you two get more comfortable around each other, you’ll both be able to open up and talk about everything under the sun. awww so cute pile 1!
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“i'll be your groupie, baby. ‘cause you are my superstar. i’m your number one fan, give me your autograph. sign it right here on my heart.”
pile 2…when i say your person’s eyes/eye contact is gonna make your knees BUCKLE 😮‍💨 whew! my goodness, you’ll be squeezing your thighs together lol. this person is very forward and blunt, it might catch you off guard cause you wouldn't think that when you first see them. i feel like they’re very calm and collected on the outside but inside of them is a flame waiting to be sparked…and you’re the match. they'll approach you in a calculated and meticulous way i’m hearing, they have it all planned out. they might even make a cute gesture/treat you to something that will make you go “awww” internally. i feel like your body will be very responsive to them…like when you see them you might freeze and panic lol they'll think it’s cute. conversing with them is going to be so easy, you'll be able to tell that they're soaking up every word that you're saying. this is hottttt pile 2. when they first lay their eyes on you, they’ll just know they have to have you. you make their heart nearly skip a beat. some of you make look young for your age/have a baby face cause when you’re talking to them, they’ll be thinking about how cute you are. even the way you speak makes them go crazy 😩 just know that your first interaction with them will be living in their mind rent-free lol.
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“you make the confusion go all away from this cold and messed up world. i am in love with you, you set me free! i can't do this thing called life without you here with me.”
pile 3 i gotta start by saying you and your person are absolutely adorkable. lmaooo that was so corny but i feel like you two will be very silly with each other from day 1. you both share some similar interests — possibly watch the same shows/like the same music…something of that nature and that’s how your person is going to shoot their shot. shot clock by ella mai just came to mind, “twenty-four seconds, yeah, you better not stop. you got twenty-four seconds, can you beat the shot clock?” lmfao they might feel like the pressure is on with you. you won’t necessarily be pressuring them, but they’ll feel like if they don’t make their move now someone else might swoop in and grab your attention. they don’t wanna waste your time or time in general, and trust me when i say that they’re gonna put a lot of effort into getting your attention and keeping you entertained. you and/or your person may have some gemini placements. you'll think that they're very cute and sweet <3 they have little quirks about them that you'll pick up on and think to yourself “awww i love them 🥹” very much peter parker vibes like yes peter might be a bit clumsy, awkward and quirky but he's an absolute sweetheart (and heartthrob) so you'll really love spending time with this person pile 3.
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subbmissivesuccubus · 6 months
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Bully- Part 1
Summary: Your bully's, Gojo and Geto, find out an embarrassing secret of yours and will never let you live it down. But maybe, you don't want them to.
Disclaimer: 18+ fic. Gojo X Fem reader X Geto. Humiliation kink. Free use kink. Gojo and Geto being mean. Bully Geto and Gojo. Dub-con warning. It is subtly implied that reader wants and enjoys what's happening to her, but the boys don't care to ask for consent.
a/n: Sorry it took so long wah but here's part one to the series. I plan to write many more cause damn it is so fun haha. I promise, the next part will have all the gratuitous smut and ruthless fucking this premise deserves. Consider this an appetizer <3
Taglist: @bisexuawolfsalt @candycandy00 @nekonanamii @sirimiripetrichor @collectionofdolls @dreamsxmerci
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You sighed as you walked towards your classroom, dragging your feet, knowing full well what was waiting for you. It was the end of the day and it was your turn to clean up the classroom and just your luck- you were paired up with the two people you couldn't stand.
Gojo and Geto. The two 'strongest' sorcerers of your school. Their reputation preceded them. One of them was the prodigal son of a famous family with a deadly technique while the other had an incredibly useful and powerful skill as well. Everyone disliked them to some extent, but nobody could deny that the Jujutsu world would be worse without them.
Which is why it always confused you as to why these two powerful men seemed to love bullying you.
They were never malicious but damn if they weren't annoying. They loved to tease and prank you, joking about how weak you were and how you couldn't do anything by yourself. Forget the fact that you were actually quite strong and capable- but compared to them- everyone was weak.
But they seemed to enjoy bullying you especially even if there were classmates who were of lower grade than you. Stealing your drink right before you were going to take it from the vending machine, taking unflattering pictures of you and distributing it, embarrassing you in front of strangers by treating you like a dumb baby in front of them, making loud sex noises if you were on the phone with someone, tossing away your books and stealing your money-
Gojo spanking your ass casually a few times, Geto licking off some chocolate that was smeared next to your lips like it was a normal thing to do and even that one time when they cornered you in the hallway and convinced you to let them grope your boobs:
"If you let us squeeze your tits, we'll leave you alone for a week~" Gojo had said, wangling his fingers comically as they both stared at your chest like perverts. The offer was too good to give up which led to them squeezing your clothed tits for ten second each before they left, laughing at how easy it was to use you. And of course, they continued to bother you anyway.
You could have made a complaint to the higher ups about their behavior, something your friends have told you to do but you refused. You didn't want to be the wuss who was running to the elders over something so childish when everyone has an important job to do. Dealing with some bullying was easy compared to fighting to the death with some curses.
Besides, if you reported on them...
You steeled yourself before opening to the door to the classroom, met with the sight you expected: Gojo and Geto, lounging around, not doing any work as they waited for you to do it for them because, in their words: 'the weaklings need to put in more effort'.
But what you were not expecting to see was your phone in Gojo's hand using earplugs that he had connected to the device. You knew you left your phone in the locker assigned to you in the hallways which meant these two managed to pick the lock and take it. But the anger over that was dwarfed by your sudden realization:
The way they were looking at you as you closed the door, giving you a shocked look but you could tell there was an underlying hint of pure glee.
Uh oh.
"Give me back my-"
You yelped as Geto suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him, barely giving you a second to collect yourself before he wrapped his arms around your neck, catching you in a choke-hold. Before you could even react, he pulled your back against him and manhandled you as he sat on a classroom bench and forced you to sit between his legs, wrapping said legs around you. You were completely caught, your nails doing nothing even as you dug it into his arms.
"Holy fuck!" Gojo explained, eyes wide and a huge grin on his face as he continued to listen to the audio on your phone, looking over at you and Geto opposite of the table he was sitting on, "You're a perverted freak, aren't you?"
"Give it back!" you snapped, grunting in annoyance as you tried to break out of Geto's hold but the man simply laughed as he held you tighter, his legs not budging.
"This is some nasty stuff!" Gojo continued, "Who knew a weakling like you would be such a masochistic slut~" he removed the earbuds from the socket and increased the volume as he confirmed what you had feared:
"Yeah? you like that don't you? Little slut~" a man's voice echoed throughout the room from your phone speakers, "Everybody looking at you as I fuck this sloppy little pussy~ Oh this cunt is dripping for me- did you like being spanked in front of them so much?"
It was an erotic audio you had saved on your phone, one of many that you enjoyed in private. You had even saved it under non-suspicious names which meant that the boys were digging through your files to find something- and they did.
"This isn't even the only one we heard, you know." Gojo explained as he dangled the phone in front of you mockingly, "What was it again? A girl getting humiliated by her teacher in front of her classmates-"
"A girl getting groped by her boyfriend on a crowded train." Geto recollected, his lips so close to your ear you could feel his hot breath dance against your skin.
"Being used as a free-use toy by a group of guys~" Gojo said, a giant shit eating grin on his face, "Seems like this one has a humiliation kink~"
"I'm not surprised." Geto said, leaning into your ear and blowing into it, making you gasp and jump, "No wonder she never reported us to the principle for all the times we preyed on her. She was probably enjoying it."
"Oh!" Gojo said like he just realized it, "Was that why? Was your pussy growing wet every time we bullied you, little slut?"
"Fuck you." you spat out, both of the men laughing in response.
"Yeah, I bet you wanted us to fuck you." Geto growled into your ear, your shiver not going unnoticed by him, "You're fucking loving this~"
"Why don't we check?" Gojo suggested, cutting off anything you might have said, his hands inching towards your belt, a dangerous gleam in his eyes, "Let's see for ourselves if we made your pussy wet~"
"Gojo-"
"That's a great plan!" Geto interrupted, laughing as he tightened his hold your your neck, making you gasp, "Take those pants off. So baggy and loose- what a waste of a nice ass."
"I agree." Gojo said, finger now running over the metal of your belt, "it hides so much. With what I felt everytime I've spanked you- your pants do you no favors."
"Don't you- fucking dare!" You choked out, face turning slightly red from the lack of air and from Gojo slowly starting to fiddle with your belt.
"Oh, what are you gonna do about it, little slut?" Gojo teased, licking his lips as his long, lithe fingers started to tug at the leather of your belt, "Look at your fucking face- that look in your eyes? You're loving this."
"No- I'm not- fuck-" you sputtered out, failing to convey your frustrations. You couldn't stand these two assholes. Constantly picking on you and thinking they were so high and mighty- treating you like a bug on their path. So smug and narcissistic and not caring about anyone but themselves-
But as much as you'd hate to admit it, you couldn't deny that your body was throbbing. Everytime they bullied you, you felt that heat. Your heart-rate quickened and your pussy would grow wet, leaving you a confused mess every-time you got bullied. When it first happened, you didn't understand what was happening. Through some internet searching, you found those audios and realized you weren't the only one out there.
A masochist with a humiliation kink.
And without them knowing, the two guys you hate were fulfilling those fantasies for you.
Well now, they were more than aware.
"Come on, little bitch~" Geto cooed into your ear, his silky voice making you shudder, "Why settle with these audios when you can experience the real thing?"
"I...I..." you panted, heat rushing to your face and your heart pounding in your chest. You could feel your pussy dampen and had no doubt that if Gojo actually took your pants off, they'd see you be wet and needy.
"Too slow~" Gojo suddenly said, unbuckling your belt in a matter of seconds before ripping it off of you just as fast, throwing it aside. You yelped as you instinctively struggled, Geto laughing behind you as he tightened his hold on you even more, rendering you helpless. Gojo laughed as well, his bright blue eyes peeking from behind his glasses as you could see the gleam of excitement in them.
"You excited, little bitch?" Gojo cooed, licking his lips as his hands started trailing up your leg, running over the fabric of your pants as he inched up higher and higher. Everywhere he touched felt like it was on fire, a rush of heat coursing through you.
"He asked you a question." Geto said, clicking his tongue as you refused to say anything, "Weren't you taught any manners?"
"Fucking- i'll kill you-" you gasped out, face growing redder as you heard Geto's growl of annoyance, feeling the vibration of his chest against your back. "Don't worry about it, Suguru." Gojo said, smirking as he started undoing the buttons of your pants, "We can punish her later for her disrespect. For now, I just want to get at this pussy~"
With a big grin, Gojo ripped your pants off of you in one fell swoop, making you squeal as he tossed it away. You shivered as your bare legs were exposed to the evening air as well as their lecherous stares. You could see Gojo's eyes trail up your legs before zoning in on your clothed pussy, the man letting out a snort as he took in your panties.
"Pink with a bow on? Really?" he joked, "how plain and not sexy."
"I think they're cute." Geto chimed in, also shamelessly staring down at your clothed cunt, "But it doesn't matter. It's not going to be on her for long, anyway."
"True." Gojo said with a nod as he hooked his finger into the waistband of your panties and pulled it out before letting go, allowing the elastic to slap back against you, "but next time, wear something sexier."
"I hate you- so much!" you snarled, face bright red, biting your lower lip as the white haired man looped his fingers back into the waistband of your panties, this time, very obviously wanting to get it off of you. You gasped, unable to stop your shivers as Gojo leaned forward and placed a kiss on your tummy, his tongue peeking out to lick at your skin as he slowly starting pulling your panties down. He laughed as you tried to squiggle out but your movements only made the slide of your panties all the more easier for him.
"Look at that~" Gojo gasped as your cunt got exposed, practically drooling as he stared like a pervert, a twinkle behind his blue eyes, "You might be a weakling but atleast you have a pretty pussy."
"Atleast she's good for something~" Geto teased, shuffling behind you and in that moment, you felt it. Something long, hard and thick pressed up against your back and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what that was. You gulped as you felt the imprint of Geto's cock against you, unable to help yourself as your eyes darted towards the front of Gojo's pants and sure enough: His erection was straining against it.
They were too focused on your cunt to notice where you were looking and you were too focused on their dicks to notice that your panties were now completely off and that Gojo had tossed the fabric aside. Geto immediately hooked his legs over your own before forcefully spreading them apart, leaving you wide and exposed to their perverted gazes. Gojo let out a whistle as he dragged a chair over before sitting on it, his face now right across your bare cunt.
"Fuck- fuck you- fuck you!" you gasped out and cursed, feeling lightheaded from the situation. "How does she look?" Geto asked, both of them ignoring you and you could hear the hunger in his voice and the sensation of his cock twitching against you. "Oh, she's perfect~" Gojo responded and you knew they were referring to your pussy as its own person- somehow giving it more praise and respect than they've ever given you, "And oh so wet~"
"I want to see." Geto demanded, not having the same view as Gojo, "Can't let you have all the fun."
"Sure thing, pal." Gojo said, not taking his eyes off of your pussy as he continued to stare, hand reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. "Gojo- don't you dare-" You barked out, understanding what he was going to do- but what you hoped sounded aggressive came out soft and subservient. The man simply snorted in response, ignoring your pleas as he opened up his phone camera and started taking pictures of your pussy. You shut your eyes and squealed everytime you heard the shutter of the camera, trembling body still held tightly in Geto's arms.
"Her hole clenches every-time I take a picture~" Gojo cooed, bringing a hand up to thumb at your pussy lips before spreading them apart even more, making your back arch against Geto, "And look at this little clit! So fucking cute!"
"Just show it to me already!" Geto snarled, impatient. "Alright, alright." Gojo responded with a roll of his eyes, standing up before turning the phone towards the two of you, a shot of your spread pussy on screen. You turned your head away and closed your eyes, ears ringing at how humiliated you felt-
and pussy dripping at how good it was.
"Oh, she does look delicious!" Geto praised, gripping your chin as he forced you to turn your head back towards the phone, making you look at the picture, "You have such a pretty cunt and you hid it from us for so long?"
You whined cutely as you looked at the picture- a closeup shot of your spread cunt with a clear view of your clit and hole, your cunt glistening with slick.
"Seriously!" Gojo barked as he started swiping, showing off the various photos of your pussy that were now in his possession, "If we knew all you wanted was some fucking, we'd have pounded this pussy ages ago! I've always wanted a sex toy."
"Don't you have like a dozen already?"
"Yeah, but I'm sure this bitch's cunt will feel way better than some silicone~"
"I hate you-" you gasped out, any and all fight leaving your bones (not that there was much to begin with) as you leaned your head against Geto's shoulder, "I hate you both- so much-"
"Yeah?" Geto asked, the tone in his voice clearly indicating that he wasn't taking you seriously, "Well, this pussy says otherwise."
He let go of your chin and snaked his hand down quickly to cup your pussy, making you yelp. You didn't know if what you felt was shame or relief that there was finally a hand on your cunt- finally some friction against your dripping womanhood. You tossed your head back, eyebrows furrowed and lip trapped under your teeth as Geto's long fingers started gliding through your pussy lips. The slick sound of him rubbing circles over your hole and collecting your wetness echoed through the room, the sound making your ears burn and your chest feel like it was on fire.
This is was so...so...
so fucking fun...
"She's loving this~" Gojo predicted accurately, eyes darting between your blissful expression and Geto's fingers toying with your body, "Fucking whore- slutty bitch- oh, we are going to have fun with you~"
"Her pussy is growing wetter by the second." Geto noted, cock fully erect and throbbing against you, his other arm slowly letting go of the hold around your neck, confident that you were going to stay right there like a good little girl. You gasped as the head spinning pressure was finally off of you, taking in a few deep breaths but choking on it just as quickly as the man started using his slick covered fingers to run circles over your clit.
"You're dripping all over the table, little bitch~" Gojo teased, taking a couple more pictures before pocketing it, "Fuck- let me feel too- or- actually-"
He sat back on the chair, pulling it closer before gripping your thighs, an eager grin on his face:
"I'm gonna eat~"
"Get used to this, little bitch." Geto growled into your ear, pulling his hand away from your cunt and snickering at your whine of disappointment, "You're our toy now and we are going to do whatever we want to you, understand?"
His hands came upto your chest, lithe fingers starting to undo the buttons of your shirt one by one, revealing a patch of skin before the peeks of your bra. Gojo licked his lips and moved forward, his hot breath fanning against your slick cunt.
"Whatever. We. Want."
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carakook · 1 month
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Bloom. °˖✧✿✧˖°
"You didn't seem to think so ten minutes ago when I was fucking your pretty little brains out, or any of the other times for that matter. What's with the change of heart? You suddenly feel guilty?"
→ Chapters list ←
⚘Intro
⚘1. Wilt.
🔞For Mature Audiences Only🔞
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⚘Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x fem!reader
⚘Synopsis: Y/N realizes tonight that she can no longer handle the guilt. She wants things with Jungkook that seem impossible given their situation. As much as it hurts, this will be the last time she sleeps with Jungkook… that’s what she thinks, anyway.
⚘Genre:Forbidden love
⚘Word count: 5K+
⚘Warnings: 18+ for mature audiences only, MDNI, rough sex, mentions of hate sex (but not actual hate sex), emotional, mentions of cheating, arguing (sort of), sad Jungkook (def needs a warning no one wants JK sad), ass slapping, hair pulling, jealousy, breakup (sort of?), let me know if I missed anything.
⚘Disclaimer: This story in no way reflects the characters of those who are mentioned. It is pure fiction and for entertainment purposes only. Please don’t take it seriously. Nothing is real in this story.
⚘A/N:Chapter one is out! Starts off a bit emotional right off the bat lol but I hope you enjoy it. Can’t wait to release more chapters! Thank you for reading. 🥰
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↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ :
♪ Stuck with Me - The Neighborhood
♪ Eyes Don’t Lie - Isabel LaRosa
♪ Run - Joji
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Bliss.
That's what you feel when you're with him. For example, right now. Pure bliss.
The bliss is enough to make you forget about the guilt. The shame. The absolute sin that you're both committing.
He grunts out as he stalls his movements, "Fuck, baby, I need you to be still, I wanna take my time. Gonna cum too fast if you keep doing that."
This pleases you, so you slowly push yourself into him. He has you laying on your stomach with your ass perched up, face smooshed into his pillow, his favorite position. He loves the view. He loves your ass. He loves your body and how, in moments like this, it's his and only his.
As you push into him, you wiggle a little bit, regardless of how much your legs shake from the sensation. He's deep. So deep. Deeper than any other guy has ever been able to get.
He throws his head back, eyes rolling back with it, and he grunts almost as if he's in pain as his entire body tenses. He's close. You can feel him twitching. You can't help but let out a little laugh, pleased with yourself.
Oh, but he doesn't like that very much.
He grabs the back of your neck forcefully, leaning himself onto you, and pressing his back firmly against your own. He tilts your head so that his lips are touching your ear, and he grunts again as he buries himself even deeper into you, which seems impossible.
"If you wanted me to fuck you like I hate you, you could've just asked."
Without even giving you a moment to respond, he pushes your face into the pillow, muffling any noise that you make. He slams into you forcefully, so hard that the headboard of his bed slams into the wall. He keeps his hand on your head, ensuring that you don't move. He doesn't relent, as he slams himself into you at such a fast pace, that your entire body is vibrating. He's never fucked you like this before. And you love it.
You couldn't make a sound even if you wanted to, you're left speechless.
It doesn't take him long to come undone, and you don't mind, because he already made you cum three times. You're sure that you've been going at it for nearly two hours now, a mixture of heated kissing, grinding, and teasing. He fingered you and gave you head, and you had already came once around his cock, so you think that he's earned it.
He empties inside of you, painting your walls white as hot ropes of cum shoot into you. The feeling is unlike any other. Even if he isn't yours, it feels like he is at this very moment. And you're his too. You always have been.
The twitching dies down, and he lays himself on top of you gently, making sure to pepper the back of your neck with soft kisses.
He lays there for a moment, catching his breath, as you do the same. Despite being sober, a drunken smile crosses his face, his dimples on show. One of the things you love most about him.
You, on the other hand, come down from your high fairly quickly. The moment he disconnects himself from you is when reality hits you every time.
The guilt surfaces.
You've never not felt guilty about what you're both doing.
Recently, however, it's been prominent. Too prominent. At first, you were easily able to shoo the guilt away. It all started so easily, and things just happened, before you even knew what situation you were putting yourself in.
Once you found out that he was married, it ate you alive, but it never stopped you. Because you're selfish and shameless. You love him. And sometimes, love is a hell of a drug, causing you to do stupid things.
You grew to love him a bit too quickly, at first it was just fun, but all it took was a bouquet of roses and his concerned face the day after he went a bit too rough on you in the bedroom, for you to fall in love with him.
You didn't mind him being rough. It was the first time a man had ever handled you in such a way, and you fucking loved it.
But Jungkook is an overthinker.
After you were done that night, he saw the tears staining your face. You assured him they weren't sad tears, you couldn't even control them, you had just experienced such sensations that overwhelmed your brain and your body, crying and cumming seemed to have been the release of those sensations.
He showed up with those roses and puppy dog eyes, totally out of the blue, he hadn't even texted you before arriving. He was so concerned. He himself looked as if he might cry, and you couldn't help but think it was too cute.
He hugged you so tightly that you'd think he was afraid you were gonna float away. He apologized profusely and said that he couldn't get your tears out of his head after he left. He felt terrible, no matter how much you reassured him. He even had a nightmare about it.
It took an entire hour of him sitting on your couch to convince him that you were, in fact, ok, and had never felt better. Although embarrassing to admit, you explained to him that you've never felt more pleasure out of anything. And you want him to do it again. He finally gave in and accepted your explanation, but still apologized once more.
That night you didn't sleep together. It was the first time you guys had hung out without having sex. You watched movies, ate junk food, and talked about stupid shit all night long.
That's when you realized you loved him. And you were fucked.
You blame it on your fucked up brain. Daddy issues. Abandonment issues. Attachment issues. Girly things.
You shouldn't love this man. You shouldn't even like him. You'd think finding out he was married would have been enough to get you to run the fuck away from him.
But it didn't.
You loved him so desperately that you decided to live with it. Pretended that it was ok. Because when you were with him, it was oh so easy to forget.
The moment that he left though, that's when it ate you alive.
Especially recently.
Your visits used to be sporadic, spontaneous even. No more than once every week, usually two. It was easy to push it away after the first few days of being without him again. Then you started craving him, causing all of the guilt and coherent thought to completely leave, or hide maybe, which would make it easier to give in to your selfish desires.
Recently, though, he's been an animal. Wanting to see you constantly. Several times a week. As if he was addicted.
You didn't complain at first. You were able to replace the guilt with pride, loving the fact that he wanted you that badly. He was willing to make whatever excuses he did to come and see you.
But it has proven to make the guilt worse.
You find yourself awake at night, wondering what excuse he gave his wife, whether or not she's becoming suspicious of his sudden and often absence. If it were you, it'd be clear that something wasn't quite right. Then again, you don't know how good of a liar Jungkook really is or isn't, because you never ask these questions.
This leads your thoughts to a dark place, wondering if she even loves him like you do, does she take care of him like you do, does she kiss him like you do, does she touch him like you do, does he think about you when he's inside of her...
Jealousy plagues you when you have no right to be jealous. He isn't yours. The ring on his finger signifies the fact that he belongs to someone else.
You feel bitter, towards a woman that you don't even know.
You've never seen pictures of her, you've never asked about her, you don't even know her name. You don't know what kind of life she lives. If she's happy. Yet, you still wish nothing more than to be her.
Love. It's fucked up. Especially when you fall in love with someone out of reach.
Since he has made his frequent visits a habit, you've been slowly becoming comfortable with the idea of calling things off. You love him. You do. But you know that he will never be yours, and although he so often proclaims his love for you, you just can't believe him. If he loved you, you wouldn't be his dirty little secret.
Dirty. That's how you feel.
So, you made a vow to yourself before coming to his second apartment (the one that's so kindly reserved for your secret encounters), that it'll be the last time.
Comforting, in a way, that you'll be able to leave the guilt of what you're doing behind. Or you hope so anyway.
Yet, the dread that you feel from the fact that this means he'll no longer be in your life, makes you feel almost as if your heart will explode into tiny little pieces and result in your ultimate demise.
Death would be easier.
He has no idea about the thoughts going through your head right now. He's still coming down from his high, looking as if he's never felt happier. He has no idea of the bomb you're about to drop on him, and you're entirely terrified of what his reaction may be. Will he care? Will he freak out? Will he fight for you?
As if he can read your thoughts, he looks at you with concerned eyes, moving your hair out of your face as he moves to lay next to you, instead of on top of you.
"Was I too rough?"
You smile sadly at him, "No. No such thing."
He smiles so innocently at you as if he didn't just almost break the bed fucking you into oblivion.
His smile quickly fades as he sees the frown on your face that you so desperately tried to contain.
"Baby, what's wrong? Talk to me."
You glance at him, biting your lip nervously, trying to figure out how to bring this up. How to end it.
Yet, you can't help yourself. There are so many questions in your head, questions that you have no business to ask. But still, you're curious, and you blurt out before even giving it a second thought, "What have you been telling her? Since we've been seeing each other so often."
This catches him off guard, the hand that was cradling your face so tenderly as you let yourself get lost in your head, suddenly tenses. He slowly pulls it away and turns his body so that he's lying on his back, now staring at the ceiling. Avoiding looking at you.
His guard is up.
"Told her I have some projects at work that require extra attention. Why?"
He still doesn't look at you. Your heart crumbles.
"Don't you feel... guilty?"
He sighs and closes his eyes, purses his lips, and lets out a deep breathe that sounds labored. He props himself up on his elbow and looks down at you, his gaze remains loving, but guarded.
"What's with the questions?"
You blink at him, now you're the one who's caught off guard by his cold response. He feels guilty. Behind that tiny spec of love in his eyes, is nothing but guilt. And now worry.
He thinks you're gonna tell her.
You quickly shut down those thoughts, "Stop overthinking Kook. I'm not gonna say anything. This is a secret for me too, you know. I'd never wanna out myself as someone's fucking mistress."
You can't hide your irritation at his distrust. You don't blame him, but also, you aren't the only one in the wrong here. It takes two to commit this type of sin. He isn't innocent. And you hate knowing that all you'll ever be is his secret. A secret that he'll never cherish enough to tell or share with someone.
He furrows his brows, suddenly looking angry, "Mistress? What the fuck?"
You glance at him and scoff, "That's what I am, right? I'm your mistress. Side piece. Sneaky link. Take your pick, Jeon."
That pisses him off even further. He hates it when you refer to him as Jeon. As if you're his business partner. It feels cold. It feels wrong. He's always been Kook, Kookie, and sometimes even Koo when you can't fully get his name out while he's railing you. Jeon is reserved for impersonal encounters. Or frustration, in this situation.
He looks at you as if you've slapped him in the face, becoming animated in his frustration as he speaks, his eyebrows scrunch up as he speaks, and he sounds a bit whiny, "You aren't my mistress, don't ever call yourself that again. I love you. Fuck."
This earns him another scoff, more like a laugh, "Ha!" Is the sound that you let out, and he glares at you even further. He's nearly pouting at this point, and it takes all of your self-control not to smoosh his cheeks and kiss his face all over. It pisses you off that he can be so cute when you are feeling like such shit. You channel that anger into the problem at hand.
Your guard is up too. The mention of love will quickly bring the walls up, separating you two from each other.
"Love me? You don't love me."
He shakes his head, almost as if he's certain he heard you incorrectly. His eyes blink rapidly, and he stares at the wall with a pout on his face, thinking to himself, "Surely she didn't just say that?" It takes a few moments of him looking at you like a lost puppy for him to respond.
"Where is this coming from Y/N?"
"Do you love her too?"
You don't want to hear the answer. But you know that you need to.
His tongue darts out of his mouth, licking his bottom lip before he bites it. A clear sign of nervousness. He's overthinking. Considering his words carefully.
He sighs before he responds, tilting his head to one side as if it'll help him understand your sudden cold mood, "Can you explain to me what the sudden change is? I don't understand why you're asking these kinds of questions all of a sudden."
He avoided the question.
Your anger rises.
"Would you leave her for me?"
You make sure to look him directly in his eyes, wanting to relay how absolutely serious you're being. You won't back down. You feel that you selfishly deserve answers after everything. Even if you're guilty.
"Y/N, you know that's not an easy question. I can't just leave my wife. I've built a life with her. Shit isn't easy."
Not a straight answer, but it is a straight punch in the gut.
The hurt disguised as anger reaches the surface, overflowing, leaking into every crack of your being.
Enough.
You hastily get off of the bed, picking up pieces of your clothes to quickly dress yourself. You feel too vulnerable. You want to hide. You need to cover yourself in some way.
"Y/N, what is happening? Talk to me please."
You don't answer. He's looking at you as if he's silently panicking. As if his entire world is about to come crashing down, and he's having to watch. He doesn't know what to do. And he can feel what's coming. What you promised yourself would happen tonight.
"I want to stop this, Jungkook."
He stills. As if he's becoming a statue. One look at him, and you second guess whether or not you're Medusa, and fear that he may soon crumble into dust.
"Why?" He nearly whispers, and his voice cracks, and oh fuck, it takes everything in you to not run over and cradle him as if he's a baby. Your baby.
But he isn't. That's the problem here.
"Because, Kook, I can't live with the guilt. I can't live with being someone's mistress. I want to get married too, at some point. I need to move on and live my life, stay open for whoever is gonna make me theirs one day."
You didn't just punch him in the gut, you took a dagger and dug it into his heart, twisted it around, and left it there. He's hurt. So hurt. He wishes that you were Medusa because then he could crumble into dust instead of having to watch you walk out of his life for good. Instead of having to endure the consequences of his mistake. A mistake that he, himself, would never ever call a mistake. Maybe a tragedy, or a twist of fate, but never a mistake.
But he's like you and disguises it with anger. It's easier that way.
"You fucking serious? What do you not understand about the fact that you're not my mistress? I love you, Y/N."
As you button up your jeans, you notice that he's now standing. He's perched himself against the dresser, staring at you with an intensity that makes you nearly uncomfortable. As if he can see into the depths of your very soul. Something you do not want right now.
"No, Jungkook, you do not love me. If you loved me, things would be different. You're married, for fucks sake, and all of this is so wrong."
Jungkook is a sweetheart. Always has been. Despite his rough hands in the bedroom, never once has he not been gentle with you, even when you're snarky with him. But one thing about him is that he's petty. He can be immature when he's provoked. When he feels hurt or rejected. Like a big man-child, he acts out.
"You didn't seem to think so ten minutes ago when I was fucking your pretty little brains out, or any of the other times for that matter. What's with the change of heart? You suddenly feel guilty?"
You snap.
"I've always fucking felt guilty Jungkook! Always! It eats me alive. I can't continue doing this knowing that you're not only married but will never love me the same way that I love you. It's going to ruin me. I need to get on with my life."
He's closer now, as you button up your blouse. You ignore him. You can't bear to look at him. You want to get this over with.
"Y/N, please look at me."
He says it almost as if it's a plea for forgiveness. As if he's begging. So soft that he's nearly whispering. He regrets his outburst, not even a minute after it happened. He's too sweet. He has too big of a heart. A heart that is not yours.
But you don't look at him. You can't. You can't risk the fact that one look at him may just change your mind.
"Look. At. Me."
No longer a beg, now a demand. But you still don't look at him. He probably assumes you're being stubborn, but in reality, you're fucking scared to look at him right now. He makes you so damn weak.
You start to bend down to grab your shoes, but he grabs your arm, forcing you to face him. His touch is firm, urging you to comply, but still gentle. And when you still don't look at him, he grabs your chin in the same way, firm yet gentle, forcing you to look at him.
Don't back down.
"I love you."
But then you see it. As you look into his eyes, it mirrors your own. He loves you just as much as you love him. Eyes don’t lie. It's clear as day. Yet, all logic in your brain tells you that he's lying. How can he possibly love you when this is your relationship? Regardless of the time you spend together after the sex, you wonder if he'd even come around if sex wasn't involved.
So you push him away.
You yank your chin out of his grasp. And you spit out, "You have no idea what love is. You fuck someone else behind your wife's back. That's not love. Not for either of us. You're selfish."
You've once again hurt him. You continue taking that dagger that you left in his heart, stabbing it over and over again. Yet, no matter how many times you defile his heart, it is still beating for you.
He didn't expect this sort of reaction out of you. He didn't know what to expect, actually. He hoped that his words, and the sincerity in his gaze, would convince you. Even if you did leave. He didn't want you to leave thinking that you were no more than a good fuck to him. Because even if you don't know, you're so much more, and he has no idea how to explain it.
What you said really hurt him. He, himself, doesn't quite understand why he's put himself in this situation. He does love his wife. Or he thought that he did. Ever since you came along, he isn't so sure.
Jungkook has never cheated on anyone, even in his younger and more irresponsible days. Loyalty was always important to him. He'd rather break his partner's heart by leaving them than break their heart by cheating and making them feel as if they're not enough. Although that's exactly what he's doing with you.
He's a great liar. Something that you've always wondered about. So great that his wife is none the wiser… or maybe she just doesn’t care enough to notice.
Ever since he met you, something blossomed inside of him. It's as if there was a seed planted in his heart, all of the women that he had ever been with nurtured it and tried to get it to grow. Some did the opposite, causing it to get buried deeper inside of him and stay stagnant. But, as soon as you came along, it sprouted. A tiny leaf. A new feeling. Slowly, as you spent time together, regardless of how impure what you did was, this leaf bloomed into a beautiful flower. The petals are decorated in the various shades of you. Claiming his heart in a way that you aren't even aware of.
Not even his wife could do that.
And he's married to her. He has been for two years now. He's been in a relationship with her for four. They met freshman year of college, and the rest was history. He assumed that would be the end of it. His happily ever after.
But, he never bloomed. He didn't even know that he could bloom. Didn't know that he needed to bloom. He just thought his wife was it for him.
Until he met you.
He doesn't want to let you go, but he doesn't exactly know how to keep you either. There are options, there are always options. But none are viable. None give him a clear conscience, and regardless of how eagerly you asked him earlier, he knows that if he did leave his wife for you, you would feel guilty the entirety of your relationship. There is no good ending for you two. Every single option ends in you two living with guilt for the rest of your lives. Which ultimately would end in the downfall of you both. Chaos. Disaster. Two worlds colliding that shouldn't have to begin with. The end of the fucking world.
He doesn't want that, no matter how tempting the thought of leaving his wife is. No matter how tempting being with you forever sounds. No matter how tempting the idea of being the one to marry you one day sounds. He doesn't want you to have to live with the guilt of his own selfish decisions. He just wants you to bloom.
His wife isn't perfect. In fact, she's kind of a bitch. But he's always been able to handle her. She grew up rich, privileged, and a bit stuck up. Jungkook had an average childhood and was a bit of a delinquent in his teenage years. She clung on to the bad boy in him. Yet, she still treats him as if he's a child.
He was ok with this, didn't mind it at all… until he met you. You cared for him in a way that she never did. Regardless of this little secret being built upon a foundation of lust and infidelity, you treated him as if he were your husband instead. You cooked for him, you took care of him whenever he was drunk or hungover, you checked on him if you felt something was wrong, and you did so many little things to show him how much you cared.
He remembered the time when he was so stressed at work that he gained a few pimples. He never got pimples. Regardless of how beautiful he is, he’s still human. He gets insecure. You hated that he didn't feel beautiful.
So, you invited him over that morning before he went to work. It was unlike you. You usually save your unholy acts for the dark. So he expected that you just missed his touch.
However, when he arrived early that morning, you did no such thing. You greeted him with a big breakfast composed of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and strawberry syrup that you homemade. Something that his wife never did. She never cooked, always ordered takeout, or nagged him to cook.
After the breakfast, which was filled with innocent conversation and banter, you took him to your bathroom. You knew that his pimples were bothering him. He texted you a selfie of it the night before, followed by "I look like a fucking teenage boy :(" Something so human, so natural, caused him to doubt himself in so many ways. He held himself to such a high standard that something as simple as an inevitable stress-induced pimple made him feel less than worthy.
So, after he became stubborn and told you that he didn't want you to touch or look at them, you reassured him to trust you. And he did. So easily. You decorated his pimples with tiny little star patches, patches that you reserved for yourself and your really bad days because they were expensive as fuck on your tight budget, but he was more than worth it. He was hesitant, as he saw what you were doing. But then he looked in the mirror, and he didn't even see the pimples, he didn't even care about the girly and childish stars covering his chin and temple. He saw you, and the way you lit up as you saw him.
Inevitably, the morning ended with you two having a quickie. But it wasn't lust-filled as usual. It was something more. Something sweet.
He arrived at work no longer feeling insecure. He kept the stars on his face, regardless of how goofy they felt, they were a reminder of you. How you saw him, how you wanted to reassure him, how you wanted to protect him. Even from himself.
He had such a good day at work that day. Although, as soon as he got home and his wife saw the stars, she scolded him. Told him that they weren't manly. They made him look ridiculous and childish. Made him take them off. But it didn't matter, because the flower had bloomed fully that day.
He wanted your flower to bloom.
He wanted to make your flower bloom.
But he knew that he couldn't exactly do that when he was married. Unlike you, his flower, the one claimed by you, was surrounded by a fence. A fence composed of his wife.
Maybe a cage is more accurate.
He knew that your flower would never fully bloom as long as that cage was in place.
He knew that he needed to let you go, for your flower to bloom, no matter how much it hurt him.
So, he did. Or he tried to anyway.
He cleared his throat, fighting his tears. There were some truths behind your words, but the one prominent lie is the fact that you think he doesn't love you. He does. But he'll never convince you with the nature of your relationship.
"I... I understand. You're right. We should stop."
Your heart cracked. Your flower wilted.
He didn't deny it. He didn't fight. And a part of you was expecting him to. But you know how selfish and naive that is.
You say nothing. You grab your purse after putting on your shoes. You head for the door and hesitate as you feel his sad eyes boring into the back of your head.
You don't look at him, but you quietly bid your goodbye.
"Goodbye Jungkook. Take care of yourself... love your wife more."
And you walk. Nearly run. Desperate to escape the suffocating smell of his apartment.
He follows you but says nothing. He stops as you reach the front door. But he doesn't stop you.
Quickly, you open his front door and slam it shut, and then you freeze. You don't know why you linger, but you do. Possibly waiting for him to rush out, profess his love to you, and offer to leave his wife so that you can live happily ever after. Hope, that you have no right to hang on to.
Instead, you're greeted with a few seconds of silence. And then a bang. And then a crash. And then a scream. He's losing it. And you know you've lost him. He won't fight. He won't beg you to be his. He's lashing out because he knows that he can't.
So you take a deep breath, and you walk away. Feeling numb. Feeling alone. Feeling empty.
Dirty.
✧━。゜✿ฺ✿ฺ゜。━✧
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mysunshinetemptress · 5 months
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Your Royal Support
Leah Williamson x Royal!Reader
Warnings: none fluff talks of Leah’s ACL recovery
Disclaimer: for the purposes of this story actual timelines have not been taken into account I.e Princess Diana and Prince Charles separation.
You hadn’t had to dress in your dress uniform since June when you attend the Royal Garter, but here you where fixing your sash again out of nerves you looked in the mirror before looking at the sleeping form of you fiancé in bed. Leah and her family had travelled to Windsor yesterday to watch the 26 year old footballer accept her OBE and unlike the other recipients of the awards taking place this morning they all slept at Windsor castle, you where happy to sleep in a hotel but your father had insisted on it stating family stay with family when they visit not in a hotel and it wasn’t like the castle couldn’t accommodate them.
Leah stirred slightly as you turned holding your aiguillette in order to stop them from banging together and creating noise wanting the younger girl to sleep a bit longer knowing today was going to be long. You walked towards the bed and leaning down you kissed her head “I’ll see you shortly my love.” Watching her a moment longer you left knowing your Equerry James was standing waiting to give you the rundown of the day.
You had attended a few meetings before the ceremony regarding the statement that would be made at the end of the month regarding your engagement to Leah, you refused to make any decisions without her input stating that whatever information you received would be relayed back to her. You had left that meeting to a flurry of texts from Leah and Amanda, both looking for you in a form of panic as Leah grew more nervous of this afternoon’s ceremony. You called Leah immediately and you could have sworn the ringtone hadn’t even sounded before she answered “hello my love.” Leah sighed hearing your voice “everything ok.” Leah shook her head before realising you couldn’t see her “I don’t think I can do this Y/n.” You looked around the corridor of the castle before walking down towards the left and stopping when you came across the window you where looking for peering out of it you could see into the apartment you had left this morning now though you could see Leah pacing the room with Amanda sat on the couch both dressed. You smiled before beginning to talk again “your already halfway through Le.” Leah shook her head “that doesn’t make sense Y/n the ceremony isn’t for another hour and a half I’m not even close to being half way done.” You smiled once again watching Amanda try to get Leah to sit “your already dressed, your hair is done and although I tell you every morning you don’t need it you have makeup on although on a day like today I understand so you are already ready for the ceremony waiting for it to happen after those two it only has to happen and then we go out later, that’s four things on a check list two completed two to go your halfway done.” Leah sighed again “you always know what to say.” You laughed “if I didn’t by now then you should reevaluate our relationship it’s my job to know you.” Leah smiled before stopping “wait can you see me.” You laughed again watching Amanda and Leah look around the room trying to figure out where you could see them “I told you, you call, you ever need me in moments you feel like no one can see you I can, I see you.” Leah turned looking out the window before spotting you waving at her “oh I love you.” You laughed nodding along “I know but I loved you first.” Leah laughed at the statement you made every time she told you she loved you, you had said you had fallen in love with her when you where on a royal engagement with your older brothers to the Arsenal academy as a kid. You had never publicly had a relationship until her and even then it was rather private stating you had known from the moment your hands touched you knew there was nobody else and even stated you didn’t mind waiting as she dated other people because you knew it was going to be you who she loved last. You smiled at her once more before talking again “I better go I have a meeting with Will about you know what, see you shortly darling.” Leah blew you a kiss before hanging up and turning to her mum who had been watching the interaction.
You stood down the hall waiting for the Williamson family to arrive fixing you uniform nervously before your head shot up at the sound of a wolf whistle, you couldn’t help you face become hot at the sight of Leah walking at a fast pass in order to reach you “I love it when you wear your uniform, your keeping that on all day.” You smiled nodding “sort of have to but I can take the jacket off when we start dancing later thank god.” Leah smiled before placing her hands either side of you cheeks pulling you into a kiss “I’m so proud of you.” Now it was Leah’s turn to blush “seriously Le I am and I worry I never tell you enough but I’m proud of you for one everything you have accomplished in your football career, two for how high you have held your head through these difficult months but mostly I’m proud of you I’m proud of you knowing who you are, never forgetting where you came from while you look forward to where you want to go in the future for understanding you have a voice and using it not just when the public see, I’m proud of all the time you have been in so much pain and admitted to it, whether it is your acl or your endometriosis I’m proud of you not letting anything or anyone define you and I’m proud to be your fiancé I will tell you that I love you how much I have always loved you till I can no longer speak but I need you to know I’m also just as proud of you, thank you for loving me, allowing me to love you, for taking on the crazy that I and my family are and the burden our status brings, for being there when I need you for collecting me and all the baggage but thank you mostly for your support I hope I have supported you as much as you have and will always need because you are always there for me.” Leah melted into your arms “don’t make me cry before I have to go stand in-front of your brother and then the press.” You kissed the top of her head chuckling slightly “but you have and I know how proud and loved I am from you I never understood what love was or how we are meant to only be in love with one person for the rest of our lives until I met you y/n now I don’t want anyone else to be there holding my hand in the hard times and making me smile as hard as I do in the good ones I know trust me I do.” You pulled her into a kiss once more before separating to hold her hand as her grandfather cleared his throat to gain your attention “well are you kids ready.” You nodded pulling Leah into you before turning to the door nodding to the hand stating you where ready when they were.
You stood beside Amanda holding her as Leah stepped forward to receive the award looking at you briefly at something William had said before smiling. “I can’t wait till you both get married.” You smiled at Amanda “any idea where it’s going to be yet.” You shook your head slightly “no not at all Papa has said we could use Westminster Abby, that holds roughly 2000 people but I don’t know it’s already getting televised that’s more people seeing our relationship than either her or I want if I’m being honest, he has also said we could get married here at St George’s chapel like Harry and my cousin but if I’m being honest I would marry her in a registry office with you guys as witnesses but I’m not allowed.” Amanda smiled squeezing your arm “I know your role is hard that there are so many eyes looking at you constantly wishing you harm, but she has told me that for you she would stand in front of them all and protect you no matter what, I worried about her being with you I’m ashamed to say but I did your mother died after marrying into your family, your sisters in law have been torn from limb to limb in the media, as a mother you want to protect your child and that’s all I want for her happiness and protected and for a while I didn’t see you being able to protect her, but then you drove through the night after she got a concussion and you postponed meetings and appearances when she did her ankle and you sat and held her so tight yet so gently when the doctors told her she had endometriosis and you promised her and I you would find the best doctors to look after her should she ever need it, but recently you have shown me your in it for the long run with her acl injury that you would do anything to protect and support her through her worst and best and I feel so much more at peace, it’s you and her until the stars come calling and you really have shown us all that.” You pulled Amanda into a hug feeling yourself tear up. “Thank you.” Amanda laughed lightly “I should be thanking you.” You shook your head “ thank you for being the mum I always needed.” At this Amanda hugged you tighter.
William stood talking to Leah before they both turned to see you talking to Amanda “you know she never knew our mum not really anyway she was to young when she died but she is so like her in the way she loves.” Leah looked at him confused “my mum had a good heart when she fell in love with something she fell hard and she did everything she could to express it whether that be speaking about charity’s or loving her kids. Y/n loves you wholeheartedly and that is the best trait my mother could have passed down to her.” Leah smiled at him looking at you and Amanda hugging “I hope she knows I love her just as much.” William smiled “she does trust me.” William presented Leah with her badge before pulling her into a hug “and we can’t wait for you to join the family.” Leah smiled one last time before stepping back bowing slightly and walking over to you and her family. You stepped back allowing the Williamson’s to grab Leah first a habit she didn’t always appreciate but she understood before you scooped her up into a hug “my girls an OBE.” Leah laughed “I can do you one better my girls a literal princess.” You laughed grabbing her hand waving to your brother before exiting the room and into a private quarter where you couldn’t help but grab her and kiss her not caring who was watching.
“I love you.” Leah smiled into the kiss “I loved you first.” You smiled back before grabbing her into another kiss
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itostea · 10 months
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bllk boys with a shy!reader
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disclaimers: suggestive in some parts, reader wears a dress in Kaiser’s part (i have no idea if someone did headcanons with a shy reader already but credits to whoever started it)
pt. 2
Shidou: 
He’s going to have a field-day with you, good luck…
He was already touchy before you started dating but now it’s twice as much
Always hugging you and biting you to relish in how embarrassed you get 
He thinks it’s so cute when you stutter out a protest but end up doing nothing to stop him 
Bro is always slapping your ass 💀
He thinks he’s so funny whenever you scream at him all embarrassed to stop because his hits actually sting 😭
You actually learned when he’s about to go for the hit but you can’t even dodge because bros hand swings at the speed of light
DIRTY JOKES
He’s got such a foul mouth and you literally have to hide your face in his shirt whenever he starts opening his mouth 
Oh god one time ygs were watching a movie and a R18 scene was playing 
He did not shut up. 
“Babe doesn’t this remind you of the time we fucked in the–” 
Cue to you throwing a pillow at his face and hiding your face in your hands
He’s a demon though so he literally pounced on you and let’s just say ygs did NOT finish the movie 😦
Will fight anyone who gets to see you embarrassed though because that’s reserved only for him teehee 
Isagi:
I feel like he’s so understanding about how shy you are that it makes you shyer 
Like he’s literally SOOO bf material and he’s so patient with you
Okay but he’s also unaware that he has natural rizz 
You’ll be doing your make-up, feeling his eyes on you and when you ask why he’s looking at you like that, he just responds with a “just admiring how pretty you are”
HE’S SO EHFPWEFWE
And he flirts with you subconsciously but he secretly loves it when you get all shy on him
Everytime that happens you just cover your face while he laughs gently, trying to pry your hands away from your face so he can see you 
“C’mon look at me” 
GAHHHHH I CAN’T 
Sae:
He thinks your shyness is actually quite refreshing
It’s not normal for him to see someone so shy when he’s used to trash talk 24/7 
Pretends he thinks it’s a hassle but secretly loves it
Goes “really now?” whenever you explode from embarrassment and he feels his lips curl in amusement whenever you stutter out a complaint 
Whenever you start rambling because you’re still embarrassed he just places his hand on your head and gives it a smiles that says “yeah I get it now”
He’s so cool it just makes you get even more bashful 
Sleepy Sae = touchy Sae
You’re going to be battling demons whenever he starts hugging you closer to him in the morning 
Oh god and when his biceps wrap around your waist as he nuzzles his face in your neck
PLEASE JUST ONE CHANCE RAHHHH
Michael: 
Like Shidou… he’s gonna love teasing you 
His routine is literally wake up, play soccer, flame his teammates, go home, and tease you just because 
Like when he’s in the middle of flaming the shit out of his teammates (I’m sorry Ness) he’ll suddenly be hit by a memory of you and then starts smiling to himself
His team thinks he’s bipolar 💀💀
Calls you nicknames like “darling” “sweetheart” or “liebe” so he can get you nervous for him
Has no shame so he literally walks around the house with no shirt on
You’d be running in the opposite direction and you can hear his gremlin laugh from the other side of the house
Jk I think his laugh would be cute 😍
Sometimes ygs will go shopping and he’s in the fitting room waiting for you to show him a dress or two 
Bro tells you to twirl and praises you with the most poetic rizz ever
Like you didn’t even think he was capable of doing that but you learned he was. 
Just laughs whenever you hide your face with your hands and ushers you to go try on the other dresses 
In conclusion he’s a menace around you but trust me he’s only doing it bc he’s in love with you!
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valeskafics · 2 months
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"Pretty When You Cry" - Ethan Landry x Stepsister!Reader
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a/n: a request from a while back from @connorsui combined with one from @kolsmikaelson 🩷
Summary: Ethan teaches you a lesson you don't think you'll ever forget.
TW: DUBCON, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, ethan's a tw in and of himself, p in v sex, knife kink, glove kink ig, fingering, unprotected sex, choking, creampie
Word Count: 2,530 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Scream characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷
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Okay, maybe scaring your stepbrother with a Ghostface costume isn’t the greatest idea you’ve ever had. But come on, you found the stupid mask with a bunch of shit your stepdad was about to throw out, and the opportunity was right there! How could you not take it? Ethan’s always so fucking shifty and jumpy, anyway, you thought it might be fun. He could do with a good scare.
And that’s exactly what you give him. It was his idea to drag you out to the stupid party his high school friends are throwing anyway. You deserve to get a laugh out of it at the very least.
Ethan looks like he’s seen a ghost, his face going pale as he looks you up and down when you burst into his room, a fake knife in your hand.
“What’s your favorite scary movie, Ethan?”
You pull your mask off and burst into laughter, pointing at him.
“You shoulda seen your face, dude, oh my God, you looked like you were gonna shit your pants!”
“Oh, ha ha,” Ethan scoffs, grabbing your mask out of your hands and looking at it disdainfully, “That wasn’t funny. There’s an actual killer going around my campus, you know? You can’t pull crap like this!”
“Jesus, lighten the fuck up,” you roll your eyes, snatching the mask back and tossing it onto your bed carelessly, removing the robe to reveal your actual costume, “Let’s just go, you have no sense of humor.”
Ethan swallows thickly, admiring the way you look in your sexy nurse get-up as the two of you walk toward your car. His mouth waters and he feels a hunger churning in his stomach, one that he always feels when he’s around you. Ethan offers to be the designated driver, saying that it’s the least he can do since you agreed to come with him despite not wanting to. You shrug and agree, tossing him your keys and hopping into the passenger seat.
His gaze remains trained on you as you stand near the pool, throwing back shots with your friends, giggling, enjoying yourself. He can’t stop fucking staring at you, those legs that seem to go on for miles in that tiny little skirt and high heels, your cleavage, everything. Ethan is surprised when you walk toward him, arms crossed, questioning if he’s going to stand around moping all night.
“Shut up,” Ethan rolls his eyes, doing his best not to blatantly stare at your tits as they strain against your costume.
You sigh, “Ugh. Fine. I’m sorry for dressing as Ghostface. I know you’re probably freaked with what’s going on at your campus. It wasn’t cool.”
He wants to laugh. He wants to laugh so fucking hard, but he can’t. You’re so fucking oblivious, so clueless and ignorant. And it makes you vulnerable. He can’t wait to take advantage of that. A small smirk creeps onto his face as you amble back toward your friends, getting drunker and drunker by the minute. He can see how hazy your eyes are, hear how your words are slurring as you ramble on and on to your friends about what a great step brother Ethan is.
“He’s not one of those pervy porno ‘uwuuu what are you doing stepbro’ ones! He’s just nice. I bet he’s never even rubbed one out to someone’s picture!”
He can’t even begin to tell you how wrong your perception of him is. And when you start dancing on top of one of the tables with your girlfriends? He doesn’t know if there’s any possible way his night could get any better. Your hips are swaying suggestively, making him want nothing more than to be up there grinding against you. But he’s not. It’s one of your stupid friends. And it takes him by surprise when she pulls you into a kiss and you don’t pull away. It’s fucking hot, watching his stepsister make out with another girl.
However, when you start stumbling and nearly fall off the table, Ethan decides you’ve had enough fun for one evening and that it’s time to take you home. You protest, of course, that you’re having fun and he’s ruining your night, but he just asks one of your friends for help and wrangles you into the car.
“You’re a butthead! A cotton-headed ninny muggins! A scruffy looking nerf herder! A muggle!”
He bites back a laugh at your juvenile insults, starting your car’s engine, looking at you affectionately.
You’re a mess the whole ride home, drunkenly babbling about your friends, about school, how much you hate your professors, how you’re about to be sick-
Wait.
He pulls the car over, watching as you immediately rush toward the curb and empty the contents of your stomach into one of the neighbors’ trash cans. Ethan sighs, rubbing your back, urging you to let it all out. And when you burst into tears, asking him why he let you drink so much, all he does is wrap you in a tight hug, feeling your body against his, your chest squished up against his own, everything playing into his fantasy of finally having you. He helps you into the house, listening as you bawl, clinging to him for support. Ethan’s cheeks flush as you wrap your arms around him, now giggling.
“You have such pretty eyes,” you compliment as he helps you up the stairs, poking his cheek, “Are you mad at me?”
Ethan sighs, gently pushing your hand away, “Stop poking me.”
And the moment you’re seated on your bed, you begin crying again, fat tears running down your cheeks. And he can’t help but wonder if you look this adorable crying right now…
“Shh, it’ll be okay,” he soothes you, leaving a trash can beside your bed.
“I’m sorry I threw up. And called you names.”
“It’s alright,” Ethan whispers, squeezing your hand gently and turning to leave, only for you to pull him back, “Hm?”
“Ethan, what if I throw up again?” You ask tearfully, clinging to him, “You gotta stay here and take care of me!”
And so he does. He sighs, getting into your bed, laying there, only to turn his back to you when you demand it. It takes him by surprise when you wrap your limbs around him, clinging to his back like he’s a tree and you’re a koala. You mumble how warm he is, tugging at his curls. And he barely refrains from letting out a moan at the sensation.
You finally fall asleep after a while of this, and the wheels in his head begin turning at how he’s going to punish you for all this tomorrow.
But for tonight?
He’s just going to let his sweet step sister sleep.
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The next morning, you wake up with only vague memories of the night before and a splitting headache. You know you got shitfaced and that it was probably a bad idea, and you vaguely remember Ethan getting you home. Shit, you owe him now. You glance over at your side table and see he’s left you a glass of water along with some painkillers. You bite back a smile at his thoughtfulness, reading the note he left for you, saying that your mom and his dad have gone out to run some errands and he had to go back to campus for a bit, but would be back soon.
Taking advantage of the empty house, you decide to treat yourself to a nice hot bath, complete with some candles and your favorite music. You take a shower first though and brush your teeth, wash your hair. You want to get rid of any vestiges of the previous night before enjoying your bath.
Sinking into the water, it’s like all your worries float away, the scent of lavender mixed with jasmine flooding your senses as the water warms your body. You scroll through your Insta feed, grinning wryly at the picture of you and your best friend sharing a kiss while dancing on a table last night. Okay, that brings back some vague memories. You giggle, liking and commenting on it, when suddenly?
Your phone goes off with a call from an unknown number.
You frown, but decide to answer anyway “Hello?” You answer, voice blunt.
The voice on the other end of the line chuckles, and something about the sound unnerves you. It sounds strangely familiar, low and dark, but with an almost electronic tone to it. Robotic, even, making you think that this person is using some kind of voice changing app.
“I think you deserve to be punished for how you behaved last night.”
“Mom?”
You swear you can hear the person on the other line choking back a laugh before they speak again, “Not your mom. But I wonder how she’d feel knowing you were making out with your friends and dancing up on tables, pretty girl.”
“Honestly, she probably wouldn’t give a shit. She’s kind of a hands off parent.”
“What are you doing right now, gorgeous?”
You arch a brow at the compliment, but you decide to answer truthfully, “Taking a bath. You gonna tell me who you are, mysterious stranger?”
“I’d rather have you guess. You can ask me three questions.”
You swear you hear a floorboard in your bedroom creak, your head whipping around to check if there’s anyone behind you. You don’t see anything, rolling your eyes at yourself for getting spooked so easily, before returning to your conversation.
“Do I know you?”
“You do.”
You bite your lip, trying to think of another question before settling on, “Are we friends?”
“In a manner of speaking. But,” the voice trails off for a moment before chuckling, “You haven’t asked the most important question of all.” You knit your brows together in confusion, wondering what the hell your mystery caller is talking about. You wait for him to speak, eyes going wide when he finally does, “Where am I?”
You feel the blade against your neck, making your heartbeat pound against your chest. You did hear something before. A gloved hand moves to caress your throat while the mystery figure still holds the knife against you, making you shiver. You’re in your bath, naked and vulnerable. God, you hope he at least lets you put on some fucking clothes so you don’t get wheeled out of the house like this.
“Still got no idea who I am?”
You shake your head vehemently, facing the figure, seeing that they’re wearing a Ghostface mask. This is the killer from Ethan’s school. They must’ve come here for him and found you instead. You swear your ghost is going to haunt his stupid ass until the day he dies. You part your lips to speak, but only a frightened whimper comes out. Frozen in place, you’re helpless to do anything but watch as they slowly remove the mask to reveal none other than the last person you’d expect.
Ethan.
Your fucking stepbrother.
“What’s the matter, sis, you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” He taunts, running the knife along your throat, reveling in the way you shiver at his touch.
“Why are you doing this?” You ask weakly as he grabs you by the arm, pulling you out of the tub.
Ethan pins your body between his own and the bathroom counter, staring into your eyes with a strange mixture of hunger and malice and something akin to longing. His gaze travels along your bare body, the water droplets that cling to your skin, your chest as it heaves while you try to catch your breath. But most of all, he loves looking into those frightened eyes of yours that are slowly filling with tears. You look so fucking pretty when you cry.
“Someone needs to teach you a lesson about acting up,” Ethan murmurs, using his blade to wipe away a stray tear that falls down your cheek. You watch with wide eyes as he brings to his mouth, licking it clean, “And I think that somebody’s going to be me.”
You gasp as he spins you around to face the mirror, making you watch as his gloved hands move to squeeze one of your tits, the knife dragging down along your torso, not enough to hurt you, but a not so subtle reminder that he’s the one in charge here. That you’re at his mercy. You watch as Ethan’s fingers disappear between your thighs, lips parting as he teases your slick folds. You shouldn’t like this. You shouldn’t want it. He’s not just a bad guy, he’s your fucking stepbrother. But you can’t stop yourself from mewling his name as he pushes two gloved fingers inside of you, pumping slowly, the leather fabric cool against your hot flesh, dragging against your walls, making you grind down against him. Ethan snickers to himself, kissing your neck, moving his fingers faster and faster, using the blunt end of his knife to rub your clit.
You can feel his rock hard cock through the robe he wears rubbing up against you. You stare at yourself in the mirror, watching the way your jaw hangs open, your eyes roll back in pleasure as Ethan brings you closer and closer to your peak.
“Come on, be a good girl for me,” Ethan purrs against your skin, nipping at your earlobe, “Cum all over my fingers, pretty girl. That’s it.”
You let yourself go, soaking his fingers, watching as he brings his gloved hand to his mouth and licks the leather clean. The sight is strangely erotic and has you pressing your thighs together, eager for him to just finally fuck you.
Ethan decides to keep his clothes on, only freeing his cock from his jeans under the robe, pushing inside you slowly. You try to take him deeper, but he just holds you in place, going at his agonizingly slow pace before finally pushing all the way inside of you. He sets a slow pace, one that has you panting and begging for more, but Ethan doesn’t care. He’s waited much too long for this. He’s going to savor you. He wraps a hand around your throat, the other holding his blade, running it over your nipples, grinning as they pebble at the cool feeling. Slowly, devastatingly so, he fucks you, his thick cock filling you in a way you haven’t felt before, the fat head of it rubbing up against your sweet spot with every thrust. Ethan squeezes your throat just hard enough to restrict your airflow.
“You were on that table like a little slut, making out with your friend when you should’ve realized you belong to me, pretty girl,” he whispers against your ear, “Only me. You better fucking remember that.”
“Yes, Ethan,” you moan as he fucks into you even harder, his cock pulsing inside you as he gets closer to his own end, your pussy gripping him like a vice, “I only belong to you.”
As you come, tears falling from those pretty eyes, Ethan can only think one thing, giving one last thrust as he fills you up with his cum.
You look so fucking pretty when you cry.
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wroetojaw · 7 months
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SIDEMEN BRUTALLY RANK MORE YOUTUBERS | H. Lewis
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summary: cozy day in with your boyfriend and watching the sidemen
tags: fluff, w2s x reader
warnings: slight cursing (not really)
a/n: instead of doing my literature essay I completed this story hope you guys enjoy!! more stories and stories about other youtubers are coming soon! ⋆。˚
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“Welcome to MoreSidemen, where the Sidemen, talk badly, about other youtubers” Simon says as the others cheer jokingly.
You giggle quietly while watching the video, leaning back into your boyfriend’s arms. Harry said you were one of the people they ranked and asked if you wanted to watch it with him. And, of course, you agreed because who wouldn’t. You watch Harry as he gets up from the couch to go get a snack.
"You look good in this video by the way," you complemented him as your eyes wandered back to the screen. "I reckon I look good in every video, don't know what you mean..." He remarked. You rolled your eyes and playfully shoved him when he sat back down next to you only to be grabed by the waist and pulled closer to him.
"They are our friends, so don't take any of these seriously," Simon continues with a disclaimer, knowing how the internet would react if he didn't. "Maybe not for much longer if I get ranked last for any of the nice ones." You say, half-accusingly glaring at Harry. He puts on a guilty look and shrugs.
"Which Youtuber would you most want backing you up in a fight, we have seven people." The said seven people then popped up at the bottom of the screen. It was you, Deji, Theo Baker, Callux, Danny Aarons, Randolph, and Calfreezy. “Oh shit, it’s my girlfriend oh no,” Harry says, putting his hands in his face. The guys laugh at him and Vik says, “someone’s sleeping in the dog house tonight.” "Bro you better watch what you say."
"Who'd you want most", "Well Deji has got to be number one", "Yea Deji number one," they say in agreement. "Hey! What about me," you say, turning around to pretend to punch Harry. He ducks out of the way and says, "Come on Y/N, he's literally a professional boxer". "Yeah well...I can throw a punch too." You grumble, turning back around to face the television.
"...Theo's up there because he's pretty w..." You hear your boyfriend say in the video. "I could take him down," you mutter. "I know you could okay Y/N," he says as he kisses the top of your head. The guys continue discussing their rankings, not once mentioning you at all. "Okay now hold on a sec, because I personally think Y/N could pack a punch you know, I feel like she's got the temper enough to take a bitch down." Simon reasons with the group.
"Remind me to give Simon a big hug the next time we see him." You say gleefully, happy someone finally recognized your strength. "Yeah, I agree. I think she has the ride-or-die kind of mindset because she will fight for you and what-not, god I love her." Harry says. You look up lovingly at him and kiss his cheek.
"So we're going Deji, Theo, Danny, Lux, Y/N, Freezy, Randy," they say as they list out their rankings. "Are we sure about Freezy and Randy?" Tobi asks, to which Harry responds, "Y/N loves getting into fights so yeah..." You glare at Harry, unsure if it was a compliment or not. "You know she's actually mad strong. The other time she accidentally turned around and elbowed my stomach and it had a huge bruise for a week," Josh added. "Does that mean you're just weak then?" Simon says. The lads just laughed and before Josh even tried to defend himself, Simon already started talking about the fan's rankings.
"Randy's third? And Danny's six?" Simon says in disbelief. "No way I think Randy and Danny swap," Harry says, he looks down the lists and sees you've been ranked at sixth. "Wait no way they voted Y/N as last. Guys have you seen her during our challenges, she would take a bitch down," Harry continues. You thanked him for 'defending your honor' and gave him a big smooch on the lips.
They continued to disagree with the fan rankings, but you honestly couldn't care less anymore. Knowing that your boyfriend thought you were tough and could hold your own was enough for you. You begin to dose off as the video continues playing, hearing Harry chuckle every now and then when his friends make a joke, as he combs your hair unconsciously.
However, one of the questions you hear as you fall asleep catches your attention. "Which youtuber is the most attractive?" You sit up, curious about what would be their rankings. The rest of boys in the video look at Harry, thinking that he would instantly say his girlfriend, but boy were they wrong. "Number one Callux," Harry says immediately. You both burst out laughing as he continues to try and correct himself, in the video, realising his girlfriend was also in the list. You pretended to act offended as Harry 'apologises profusely', peppering kisses all around your face. You couldn't help but giggle at your boyfriend's adorableness.
Laying back down in your boyfriend's arms as he wraps them tightly around you, with the video playing in the background, you look up at Harry, wondering how did you get so lucky and how much you love your life.
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hunajan · 2 months
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Ex for Toxic
Dabi x F!Reader Smut
Warnings: +18 MINORS DNI noncon/dubcon(reader becomes compliant), cursing(reader is angy), Dabi is a fucking asshole, toxic relationship, manhandling, manipulation, tiny bit of angst
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi
Synopsis: You come home from work only to find your ex waiting for you and you’re not happy about that
Word count: 3.4k
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Midnight had descended on the city. Streets were quiet and empty from other people as you strolled home from work. Most of the streetlights were broken, but you actually preferred the dark silence, finding it peaceful after spending the entire day with people. 
As your apartment building came on sight, you spotted something unusual on your window sill. Narrowing your eyes to see better, you figured that it was in fact a person, sitting in a rather relaxed position.
As soon as you perceived the dark clothes, the black boots and the spiky white hair, your serene mood was replaced with a boiling of your blood. 
Dabi– or perhaps you could now call him by his real name since he had revealed his true identity during the war– Todoroki Touya. Your ex-boyfriend whom you had a passionate relationship with, but due to his many selfish choices, your love had ended on bad terms.
Your lips pursed into a tight line and your body tensed up in anger while dozens of curse words invaded your mind. The adrenaline made your steps faster and you were resilient to hear his reason for intruding into your life like this, especially after not seeing him in months. 
Touya did note your hostile demeanor from afar and having expected that, he grinned rather mockingly, “Hey there, little princess,” he greeted. 
“What the hell are you doing here?!“ You shouted, looking up at his figure with your hands squeezed into fists. 
“Hey now, don’t I get a decent greeting?“ He replied playfully, knowing just how much it’d tick you off.
“You know very well you’re the last person I wanna see! What do you want?!“
He didn’t bother to reply and as if purposely annoying you more, his smirk remained unfaltering while opening the unlocked window and sliding through it.
You growled in irritation and hurried to the main entrance. Hastily opening the door, you ran the stairs up to the third floor and dug the keys from your bag. After fiddling them carelessly to find the right one, you unlocked the door and basically stormed inside your flat to find Touya casually looking around. 
“You removed all photos of us,” He noted while scanning the shelves, finding only pictures of you and your friends.
“I burned them,“ you replied confidently while crossing your arms, which made Touya shift his gaze at you. 
You hoped that he’d somehow be affected by your bitter deed, but he only showed you a look of sarcastic sympathy.
“Oh, l’ve made you upset, haven’t I?“ He asked, knowing very well the answer.
You gritted your teeth at his dismissive manner, “That doesn’t matter anymore. What are you doing here anyway?! You can’t just break into my home like this!” You shouted, but he completely ignored you.
“You got something to eat? I’m starving,” he asked while walking past you towards the kitchen. You were swift to rush before him, determinedly blocking his way, which made the flame villain show you a rather amused smile. 
“I don’t have anything for you! You need to leave right now!”
“Now, sweetie, why don’t you try to calm down a bit,” Touya suggested while walking past you again, perfectly aware that a man should never tell an angry woman to calm down. 
You squeezed your hands into fists in anger and inhaled a deep breath, trying to control your emotions. 
You’ve always known Touya to be impolite and fond of annoying you, but it was like his disrespectful nature had reached a new level. Perhaps the encounter with his father had unleashed that tendency or maybe he just has always been like this, he just didn’t care to hide it anymore.
However, none of it was your problem anymore. So as you restrained the hurricane inside you, you stomped again in front of his carefree being.
“You don’t get to walk back into my life and act like you didn’t abandon me the way you did,” you seethed, glaring up at him firmly.
Touya tilted his head again, “You still mad about that? You know I had no choice,“ he claimed dismissively.
“Yes you did! And you chose those criminals over me!“
“Fine, I did do that. But you know you’re still my number one girl, right?“ He said while about to tuck a strand behind your ear, but you slapped his hand away. 
“...I will now take a nice, hot shower and when I come out, you better be gone!“ You tossed your bag on the floor in anger before storming into the bathroom, leaving Touya with an amused expression as he considered your mood a mere tantrum. 
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With hot water running down your body, you leaned your hand on the shower wall and hung your head. Focusing on calming your nerves, you tried to remind yourself that he wasn’t worthy of your reactions.
You would only grant him more power over you and since Touya was excellent at manipulating others, he could easily dictate your decisions if you’d let him.
But it wasn’t easy to let go of your anger, because the raging emotion was there to protect what was hiding underneath; a deeply wounded heart.
Your eyes filled with tears and you sniffled, but only once as you lifted your head up and decided to stay strong.
After washing yourself, you stepped out of the steamy room while wrapping a towel around your naked body. Using another one to vigorously rub your hair dry, you thought you were alone until you noticed Touya sitting on the couch. 
He was munching on a piece of bread while browsing a phone. His feet were rudely lifted on the sofa table and his boots and jacket were scattered across the living room floor. 
You were rather dumbfounded and staring at him speechlessly, finding his impudence utterly baffling.
“Who’s this dude? You’ve chatted with him quite a lot,“ he asked.
You couldn’t comprehend it for a second since the mere idea seemed incredibly outrageous, but as you glanced at your bag that had clearly been rummaged, you realized that he was in fact browsing your phone.
He casually got up while still exploring your private chats, “A pro-hero, huh?“
“Give that back!“ You stormed at him and tried to snatch the phone, but Touya simply lifted his arm up and held it above your head.
“I thought you preferred villains,“ he taunted.
“Give it back to me!“ You growled while trying to reach the phone, but being shorter than him, there was no avail.
“Chill, Y/N, just wanted to know what you’ve been up to,“ Touya said before tossing your precious device on top of your bag.
“It’s none of your damn business! Why are you even here?! What do you want?!“ 
It might’ve been the umpteenth time you asked that same question or the utter frustration in your voice that finally resonated within him. Touya seemed to change his taunting demeanor and his features calmed into an unusual seriousness.
Glaring at him firmly, you were certain to not accept anything other than a truthful response. You watched as he inhaled a deep, hesitating breath as if what he was about to tell you was in fact something serious. 
“..I got horny,“ he blurted out.
You stared at him in disbelief, wondering whether you heard him right. As the comprehension finally hit you, your body tensed up in anger and many emotions flashed on your features as you tried to cope with the unbridled rage. 
His lips twisted into a toothy smirk that tugged at the staples in the corners of his mouth. He was utterly entertained by your fury, which needless to say, was the reaction he had hoped to provoke out of you. 
“Get the fuck outta here. Now.“
“Come on now, Y/N. It’s been a long time since we’ve fucked,“ Touya pointed out, still wearing that nerve-wrecking smirk on his face.
“If you seriously think I’m gonna want to have sex with you now, you’re even crazier than I thought you’d be,“ you said. 
“Oh, you have no idea,“ he said a little eerily and looked at you like you were a snack for him to devour. You chose to ignore him.
“Get out,” you spat.
“I’m curious to see if I can still make you cum as fast as I used to.”
“Fuck off already!” You screamed, but he kept ignoring you.
“You used to love it so rough–” Touya pondered out loud while taking a step toward you, which made you step one back. He tilted his head as if reminiscing something, “You still moan like a bitch in heat?“
His foul question made you immediately raise your hand to slap him, but he easily caught your wrist.
“I take that as a yes. But just in case, I wanna see for myself.”
He grabbed your waist and effortlessly lifted you over his shoulder, his sudden act making you shriek in surprise. He started carrying your wriggling figure to your bedroom.
“Hey! Put me down! Touya!“ You commanded, but he just slapped your ass.
“Save your strength, sweetheart, you’re gonna need it,“ he noted. 
He threw you on your bed and got on top of you, swiftly pulling his t-shirt over his head and setting himself between your knees so it’d be easier to keep you from struggling. You tried to push him off of you, but he grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them down with one hand.
“You won’t be needing this,” he tugged the towel off of you harshly, making you squeal in embarrassment as your naked body was now on full display for him. 
“Get off of me!” 
Your words had no effect and they echoed to deaf walls, the villain being too busy admiring your naked figure.
“I’ll never get over how fucking pretty you are like this,” he spoke lustfully. 
“You won’t get away with this–!” You yelled, gaining his attention as his heavily-lidded eyes turned to look at you.
“Someone will hear my screams and when the heroes are called, you’ll be dragged to Tartarus where you fucking belong!“ 
Touya looked down at you boredly, not interested in your measly threats. Instead, he had the audacity to keep his eyes locked on yours while bringing two of his fingers into his mouth, wetting them before sneaking them in between your legs. 
You shut your eyes and leaned your head back as he pushed them inside you, “Fucking.. bastard,“ you growled, feeling his digits move in and out of you.
“Still tight as ever,” he grinned. 
“I’ll fucking kill you..“ 
“That’s it baby.. You’re so fucking hot like this.”
You squirmed in unwanted pleasure underneath him, but no more than a moment later he already pulled his fingers out. As you heard him unzip his pants, you opened your eyes to see his smug smirk.
“You’re.. not gonna get away with this..” you insisted.
“Watch me.”
He lowered his pants just enough to free his aching cock. Pressing it against your tight entrance, your brows furrowed as he started pushing past your walls, the head of his cock sinking inside you with ease. 
“Fuck..Yeah..” He groaned, the feeling of your tight pussy wrapping around him after such a long time blurred his mind. 
He released your wrists and you used the opportunity to try to push him off, but it was no use. He placed his forearms on both sides of your head and began slowly rolling his hips, going deeper with each motion.
“Get off of me..!” You growled while continuing to push his shoulders, but he wouldn’t even budge. Instead he started thrusting into you with a steady pace.
You stayed reluctant and your legs squirmed to make it more difficult for him, which seemed to work as Touya stopped to look at you.
“You wanna know what makes your fighting so damn funny?“ He asked and you stopped for a second to glare at him.
“I can feel how soaked you are for me,“ he pointed out, his remark making your heart skip a beat.
“Your pussy is fucking dripping so clearly your body wants this–” he paused, the look in his eyes softening a little. 
“It’s your heart that fears to enjoy, isn’t it?“
His words pierced deep through you and suddenly your tough composure started to crumble. Oh, how you hated the way he could break you down like this.
With tears pooling your eyes, you diverted your gaze away, but Touya placed his hand gently on your cheek and made you look at him. 
“I know that I hurt you and you want to hate me for it, but it’s not that easy cause you still love me.“
Your heart clenched in pain and the first tears escaped your eyes, “You just left..“ you sobbed.
“I know,“ he said calmly, his thumb gently wiping away your tears. 
“You just left like I meant nothing.. Like we were nothing,“ you sniffled, wiping away tears and covering your eyes with the back of your hand, “I can never let you get back in my life–“
“Sshh, baby..“ he shushed and carefully moved your hand away so he could see your sad face.
“We can talk about it in the morning,“ he said calmly while softly kissing your hand.
“...You’ll stay overnight?“ You asked hiccuping.
“Of course.“
“...Promise?“
“I promise,“ he said and pressed his lips on yours in a soft kiss. You closed your eyes and kissed him back while bringing your arms around his neck.
You knew you shouldn’t trust any of his promises, which more often than not were deceitful. But wanting to believe that he’d stay to sort unfinished feelings out with you, you decided to shut down your blabbering mind and forget your hate and grief. 
After you calmed down, he slowly began thrusting into you again, devouring your silent moans. He pulled away from your lips and looked at your glossy eyes.
“You don’t mind if I get a little rough..?” He asked.
You shook your head, feeling out of breath, “No..I don’t mind,” you whispered. 
He kissed you again with more passion, bringing his hand into your hair and grasping a chunk of it. You hummed into the kiss and ran your hands through his white hair. As he started thrusting into you again, you pulled away for air and leaned your head back in pleasure. 
He placed his arms on the sides of you and began pounding into you faster and harder. Your face distorted in pure bliss, loud moans tumbling down your lips. You wrapped your legs around him and scratched his back, leaving small trails on the surface of his skin. 
He was rough, merciless when abusing that sweet spot inside you. Every time his cock dragged past it, you couldn’t stop yourself from writhing in pleasure. Sheets beneath were getting moist as your slick dripped out each time he slammed into you.
He was grunting in pleasure, his hot breath brushing against the shell of your ear. You could feel pleasure building up in your lower belly and you bit your bottom lip, your walls clenching as your bliss was getting closer and closer.
“..T-Touya..”
“Ahh.. Yeah baby.. Cum all over my cock,” he groaned while picking up the pace.
Your toes curled and your body shivered as he pounded into you harder, sending you over the edge. You closed your eyes, arched your back and cried out when reaching your heaven. Your fingers grasping desperately the sheets as your pussy clenched around his cock in steady pulses. 
Touya was breathing heavily and he stopped for a moment, wanting to adore the lovely sight of you. A thin sheen of sweat covered your skin, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath with bliss written all over your features. 
Slowly opening your hazy eyes, you were met with his warm grin. You showed him a tired, yet genuine smile and he leaned in to press a kiss on your lips. 
As he pulled away, he nuzzled your nose, “Would you get on all fours for me, baby..?“ He asked with a husky voice.
“Mmh..“ You complied.
Touya pulled out of your heat, wrapping a hand around his cock and rubbing a few relieving pumps while watching you turn around and get on your hands and knees. Arching your back, you leaned forward and spread your legs. 
His cock twitched at the beautiful sight of your messy cunt. He grabbed your ass cheek and squeezed the soft skin hard enough so that he could see your puffy folds parting a little. 
Lining his cock with your sloppy hole, he entered your warm, wet pussy again. You moaned, face distorting and your lips falling agape from the sweet pleasure. 
Touya grabbed your hips and started thrusting in and out of you with a steady pace. Loud slapping noise echoed from the walls of your bedroom along with your desperate moans. 
Your fingers clenched the sheets and your head hung from the waves of pleasure washing over you. There was no hesitation in your mind anymore, all critical thinking was thrown out the window when he fucked you like this.
Touya grasped your ass cheeks bruisingly, spreading them to see how his slick-coated cock disappeared into the depths of your pussy. Breathy pants fell down his lips and a tiny drop of sweat trailed down his temple to his scarred jaw. 
His thrusts became harder and it made the strings of your bed creak and more of your slick dripped down your legs. Your pussy was so wet and tight, pleasuring him ever so good.
He grasped your neck and pressed your head down on the mattress, leaning himself over your smaller body. His hands balled into fists on both sides of you and with a better pose, he started slamming into you harder. He was so drunk on your little cunt that his instincts were completely taken over by the need to cum. 
His balls, slapping against your wet dripping pussy, were starting to tighten in approaching orgasm, making his thrusts erratic and sloppy. Your legs couldn’t take such pounding and they caved, but Touya kept going, bringing a hand to your throat and leaning his weight on his other arm.
“I’m gonna cum inside you baby…” He panted, giving a few rough thrusts before gritting his teeth and spilling his seeds inside you. A whimper passed your lips as he held you still and emptied his balls inside you. 
Sighing in a pleased manner, he descended from his high and loosened his grip on you while carefully pulling out. He collapsed on his back beside you, trying to catch his breath while you were panting next to him. 
Your cheeks felt hot and as the pleasureful mist cleared from your mind, you realized you were craving for him to hold you. But since you weren’t a couple anymore, you thought such intimacy didn’t belong in casual hookups. 
But gladly he decided otherwise and wrapped his arms around your weary body, pulling you with your back against his chest.
“I knew you’d still cum fast,” he pointed out with a grin in which you rolled your eyes. 
“Right,” you mumbled and hesitated for a second.
“So… Will you stay over like you promised..?” You asked. 
“Of course,” he said and kissed your temple. 
***
Your night was peaceful and calm. Perhaps falling asleep in the arms of the man you still loved had brought you some sort of comfort. But when the breeze of the small hours fluttered the curtains of your bedroom window and woke you up, you weren’t surprised to see an empty space beside you. 
Your tired eyes, half-lidded and blank, stared at the spot where Touya had slept. A sleepy frown made its way on your face as you were disappointed to have let yourself believe that this time he’d actually keep his promise.
Slowly getting up, you dragged yourself beside the window and stared outside. Early morning was beginning to chase away the darkness from the streets, along with the people who preferred to linger in it. 
You closed the window and a small puff of chilly air made your hair flow momentarily. Feeling rather foolish, it occurred to you that in order to avoid sinking into ridiculous lies again, you really should start locking up the windows.
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