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JJ Maybank fic recs ೄྀ࿐

You Are Ok - JJ Maybank by @collecting-stories

Summary: JJ begins a relationship with the reader, a pastor’s daughter from a fundamentalist church who feels disillusioned by her family, and introduces her to his Outer Banks. When forces outside their control try to pull them apart they’re faced with deciding if this feeling is fleeting or if it’s forever. : ̗̀➛ their masterlist I & II

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Heck’s Masterlist by @thegreatestofheck

̗̀➛ their whole masterlist is *chefs kiss*

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Bend the Rules // JJ Maybank by @obxsummer

summary: being a kook isn’t as nice as it seems and jj’s tired of watching you crumble every morning at the words of your parents. enough is enough in his book, and he’s determined to get you away from that life if it’s the last thing he does.

➛ just check out their fics, you won't regret it ♡

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SECRETS by @maybank-starkey-obx

Synopsis: (Y/N) is being abused by her dad at home, and John B finds out and let’s her stay with him. Keeping her secret for her and being the only pogue who knows about the abuse. JJ gets jealous and wonders what is going on between you two… but you would rather not tell anyone. : ̗̀➛ this had me in my feels

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Collateral by @hellimagines

Summary: JJ’s stunt with Barry bites him in the ass when the angry drug dealer kidnaps you and decides you’re JJ’s collateral for the stolen money.

̗̀➛ THIS FIC HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD

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Steamy Jokes & Bloody Thieves by @kaynothanks

̗̀➛go read this underrated fic or else...

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ribs by @wheres-mylove

Summary: Everything that they had from those carefree times was not enough to keep them together. JJ is desperately trying to run away from the past and does not see that he is destroying the future at the same time. On the other hand, (Y/N) has to stop reminiscing about what it used to be. In order to move forward. Alone.

̗̀➛ can proudly recite this fic all day

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Eyes Blue Like the Atlantic by @obx-snippets

Summary: Y/n and JJ have been going strong for over a year but their bond is tested when she gets roped into something that turns into a dangerous situation fast

̗̀➛ *chefs kiss*︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

One Last Sunset by @princessmisery666

Summary: JJ’s so focused on what he doesn’t have he can’t see what’s right in front of him. You spend a whole summer trying to show him but it takes more than surf lessons for him to see that stupid things have good outcomes all the time.

̗̀➛ hella underrated ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ wake by @obxsummer

after jj wakes up in a lifeboat in the middle of the ocean, it's clear to the pogues that one person isn't on board with them: you

̗̀➛ this fic will always be a fave

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succumb by @imaginemegood

summary: something siminlar the scene where sarah is dying on the table and john b is doing cpr and crying thinking she’s dead in the show but with JJ and the reader where it’s the reader almost dying

̗̀➛ never knew i needed this fic until i read it.

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can’t kill a pogue by @jjs-bitch

SUMMARY: turns out being stranded on an island with jj maybank isn’t the worst thing in the world…

̗̀➛ another underrated writer...

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Paradise on earth series by @xreaderbooks

Summary: Y/N Routledge was just an ordinary girl from the wrong side of the island in North Carolina, school is out and a summer full of keggers, surfing, and denying feelings for her brother's best friend awaits her. That is until her older brother John B and her friends find clues to a treasure her and John B's dad spent his entire life searching for.

̗̀➛ this will easily distract you from the real world. fuck priorities :)

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Crashed my bike by /innlove (couldn't at their blog for some reason)

summary: how Y/N meets the pogues after moving to the outer banks.

̗̀➛ you will not regret reading this.

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𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 by @illic1tdreams

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : jj uses you as a bet for money

̗̀➛ hits you in the feels

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Love in the First Degree by @the-maidofgevaudan

summary: JJ is taken with your extensive criminal law knowledge...

̗̀➛ actually fell in love with this omg

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You try to smile it away (Reader x JJ Maybank) by @frost-queen

summary: reader is in a similar home situation as JJ

̗̀➛ had me clench my buttcheeks from the anxiety lol

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Diver Down - JJ Maybank by @in-my-feels-probably

summary: diver down

̗̀➛ obsessed with this oml

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I’m Not Listening - JJ Maybank by @overly-b part II

summary: hard of hearing reader

̗̀➛ ugh could sell my soul to read for a first time again :(

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*•.¸♡ perpetual booms ♡¸.•* by @pogueswrld

summary: moving out of New York seemed to be a good idea to y/n's parents, thinking that moving to a small island was much better and safer after the incident. She was proven wrong anyway.

̗̀➛ respectfully, this is criminally underrated

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Dumbasses by @xoxoavenger

summary: JJ and Y/N get handcuffed together, forcing them to work as a team in order to get out of trouble.

̗̀➛ also underrated

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will update!

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goingmorry · 3 years

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hi!! i recently got into one piece and im so glad i found your blog!! i was wondering if you could do ace, sanji, and zoro when their crew notices scratch marks on their back? suggestive/nsfw would be <33 thank you in advance!

[One Piece Headcanons] OP Boys -> when their crew notices scratch marks on their backs

Characters: Ace, Sanji, Zoro

Tags: NSFW, gender neutral, sexually suggestive

Author's Note: Hello, dear! 💖 Thank you for the kind words, and welcome to the fandom. I hope you enjoy your stay. You're in it for life now. Mwahahaha! 😂

PORTGAS D. ACE

This man struts around EVERYWHERE shirtless. Did you really think that he was going to start wearing one now? If so, joke's on you, my friend.

Ace thinks that if he were to suddenly wear a shirt, out of the blue, that it would be hella suspicious. Marco and Thatch would jump on the opportunity to interrogate him, and then they would eventually find out the "real" reason why he's suddenly dressed decently.

So instead, he opts for the "let's pretend everything's normal" approach. Never mind the fact that the angry red lines, littered across his shoulder blades and overlapping the tattoo of his Jolly Roger, stand out and compliment his tanned skin well.

The scratch marks you've left on his back from the other night are proudly displayed for ALL to see. Marco and Thatch, who will most likely tease him and you endlessly. Vista and Izo, who will most likely reprimand him for his bold behavior. Even Pops himself, who will most likely let out a booming laughter, alerting even the less nosy members of the crew. Can you get any more embarrassed?

Ace brushes off everyone's teasing as best he can. Everyone in the crew (except for Thatch) is respectful and won't pry as much. Your relationship with the Second Division Commander is a private affair, after all.

Thatch, on the other hand, hoo-boy. He's the resident pervert of the crew. You know he's DYING to ask Ace for the deets. Give him something! Anything to satisfy his curiosity! 👀

Have no fear. Ace doesn't fuck and tell. The vision of you, drowning in pleasure as he fucks you senseless, so much so that you end up aggressively leaving temporary scars on his otherwise smooth skin, is permanently etched into his memory.

Ace vows to himself that this isn't the first and last time that you'll be doing this to him. And he makes do on that promise. 😏

SANJI

Among the Straw Hat Pirates, this man dresses the classiest. A fresh suit and tie is his preferred attire, so the chances of catching him shirtless is almost slim to none. Except for when he's in the middle of getting dressed or undressed.

Sanji's usually careful, but in this one instance, he's distracted and ends up crossing paths with Brook in the men's locker room. Before Sanji can pull down his shirt the rest of the way, the perverted skeleton's (non-existent) eyes zone-in on the red marks scattered all over his pale skin and his bony cheeks darken with a noticeable blush.

"M-may I please see it again, Sanji-san?" Brook asks, without shame, earning him a swift kick to the skull from the love cook. Unfazed as ever, Brook recovers and disappears with a loud YOHOHOHOHO~ making the rest of the crew wonder what transpired in the men's locker room that fateful day.

When it comes to the marks on his back, he opts for the "let's keep this on the down-low" approach. This doesn't extend to your relationship with him, of course. It's impossible for Sanji NOT to proclaim his undying love and devotion to you.

The sight of you rutting against him for release, face contorted in bliss from his sporadic thrusting, and your nails digging deeper into the flesh of his back, strong enough to break skin, crosses his mind and Sanji has to make a conscious effort not to dwell on it too much, else he finds himself under Chopper's care again.

When it comes to your intimate activities, Sanji's a true and proper gentleman. And a gentleman never kiss and tells. 😉

RORONOA ZORO

This green-haired swordsman's normal attire is a long coat. While he prefers to keep his coat open, exposing his bare chest, people won't have a clear view of his back. Not to worry though, since Zoro loves to go shirtless when he exercises, and he exercises plenty.

Up in the Crow's Nest, Zoro busies himself with weights until Chopper enters the room to check on him. Without meaning to, Chopper's cute beady eyes land on the red marks crisscrossing across his big brother's back and the little reindeer exclaims before he can stop himself, "Zoro! You're injured! Let me treat your wounds later!"

Kill him now, Zoro thinks. Instead, he says dismissively, "Ah... It's nothing," defusing the situation as best he can so as to preserve his little brother's innocence.

After much convincing on Zoro's part, cute innocent Chopper leaves him alone, none the wiser. And your boyfriend can breathe a sigh of relief. Who knew that leaving scratch marks on his back from your intense lovemaking would be so troublesome?

When it comes to the marks on his back, Zoro opts for the "let's not make a big deal out of it" approach. Though, it's not like he can predict how others would react. Someone like say, Sanji, for example.

If Sanji ever discovers those marks on Zoro's back, you bet your ass that he's not letting go of that shit. The love cook absolutely will go through the seven stages of grief, and your boyfriend is just not in the mood to entertain Sanji's ridiculous tantrums. Not now, not ever.

Flashes of your previous night with him cross his mind. You writhing against his firm grasp, you panting from his hips wildly snapping against yours, and you lightly biting his shoulder from the forceful way he takes you. Zoro can never get enough of seeing your expressions as you cum for him. And the scratch marks on his back are just an added bonus.

Zoro may have a competitive sibling rivalry with Sanji, but if there's one thing he's certain about, it's that he's won in the romance department. Zoro has you to thank for that. 💖

#one piece x reader #portgas d. ace x reader #sanji x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #one piece writing #one piece headcanons #one piece imagines #mywriting #thot level: maximum percent

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jamespotterthefirst · 2 years

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Your Biggest Fan 8/?

Chapter 8: To the Nines

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 2.8 K Warning: Strong Language Series: Your Biggest Fan Series Premise: AU: When he is forced to promote his new book on social media, an insolent stranger points out a mistake in his research. Chapter Premise: They meet again.

A/N: A special thank you to @a-crepusculo, @liaromancewriter, and @jerzwriter for their help with the dialogue!

Lilac

The tequila bottle gleams in the orange evening light filtering through the windows as Bryce brandishes it over his head. His signature, charming smile drips with such an easy allure that her roommates can't help but crowd around him, cheering. In his deep purple suit and slicked hair, he looks far more handsome than Lilac has ever seen him.

“You do realize there's an open bar, right?” Jackie comments, though she takes the offered shot.

“True legends know pregaming is a ritual, Jacks,” Elijah explains sagely.

Bryce high fives him before moving on to Lilac.

“Bottoms up, Lil,” he says with a grin, gently pushing a shot glass into her hand.

Lilac takes it with a laugh and raises it as they prepare their toast.

"To scoring an invite to this party full of the nation's top doctors!” Elijah exclaims.

“Including our future selves,” Sienna jokes.

“To the open bar!”

“To Lilac for getting us the invite and the open bar as a result!”

They cheer and whistle for Lilac and she feels her face bloom with heat. Everyone throws back their shots—everyone except for Landry. He smiles sheepishly as he politely evades the rambunctious peer pressure, arguing that he'd much rather be sober when networking. In his plain black tuxedo, he looks lankier, paler, and far more nervous than usual.

“That guy needs the alcohol more than anyone else in this room,” Bryce whispers to Lilac.

“Shhh,” she admonishes, failing to bite back a laugh.

Cheap tequila coursing through their systems, they set off to the Harvard Club—a high end venue a short distance from campus. Elijah had looked it up online a few days ago as everyone discussed what they were wearing. The group had spent the subsequent twenty minutes whistling and marveling at the pictures of high, ornate ceilings.

Now, standing in the opulent den, Lilac realizes the pictures did the place little justice. The waiting space is furnished with expensive leather armchairs and polished mahogany tables. Glittering chandeliers cast the room into a golden glow, making the place feel inviting—as though anyone belonged, even a pack of medical students who probably couldn't pay for one of the floral arrangements there if they combined their bank account totals.

“Baller,” Elijah comments when he picks his jaw from the floor.

“And we haven't even gone into the ballroom yet,” Sienna all but squeaks, taking discreet pictures with her phone.

A waiter stops before them, silently offering them a tray full of champagne flutes.

“Told you,” Jackie tells Bryce, swirling the contents of her flute. “Free alcohol.”

This time, Lilac refuses a drink, feeling as though the tequila shot might have been a mistake. The closer they get to the grand double doors leading into the ballroom, the faster her heart beats. For some inexplicable reason, her entire body hums with nervous energy. It's ridiculous since the only thing awaiting her beyond the doors is her mentor and the celebration thrown in her honor.

Bryce notices.

“You okay?”

“Fine,” she mumbles. “Just anxious. You know how I get with these things.”

Bryce gives her such a sunny smile, so full of understanding, that Lilac feels her chest expand.

“It'll be fine, Lil.”

“Yeah?”

“Yep. For one, we look hella fine tonight.”

At that, she snorts. “Hella? How very Bay Area of you.”

“It's appropriate to describe how good we look.” Bryce gestures at his body with a wink. Then he glances at Lilac's black dress with approval. “Though I have to admit that just this once, you might've surpassed me in the looks department.”

“Just this once?”

“Fine. Most of the time you do, but particularly tonight. You look stunning.”

The praise is genuine and Lilac can't help but smile.

“Second, you have me by your side. If you get bored of talking to all these stuffy old doctors, you have the funniest, handsomest, most intelligent guy dangling from your arm.”

“So humble.”

“If you feel like leaving at any point, just say the word and we'll get the hell out of here.”

Lilac finds the thought reassuring. She nods once and straightens her spine, ready to enter the fray.

“Ready?”

He offers her his arm with chivalrous flair.

“Ready.”

Sienna

The ballroom is her wildest décor dream come to life. Sienna has to resist the urge to gape and snap pictures of every glittering crystal on the chandeliers or of the impeccable color coordination. By the time they reach their table, she itches to stow away the floral centerpiece and take it home. It would look so regal in their living room. Somehow, she is certain she will get many disapproving looks from the distinguished guests surrounding them.

“You think they'll be a thing?” Jackie asks half an hour later, nodding toward Lilac and Bryce at the bar.

Sienna watches the pair, joking and laughing easily. Bryce is speaking animatedly, even more handsome than before in the lighting of the ballroom. Lilac listens attentively, looking radiant in that form-fitting black dress. Sienna would have gladly taken credit for the attention her friend is getting—she did do her hair and makeup after all—but Lilac's allure can never be achieved with apparel and makeup alone.

“They seem like just friends,” Sienna answers thoughtfully.

“They're at least going to sleep together.”

Just then, Lilac laughs at something Bryce says, her arm falling absently on the lapel of his suit. Several of Lilac's silent admirers deflate, visibly disappointed. Seconds later, Doctor Clemente joins them with her wife and introductions are made. A silent verdict is reached after Doctor Clemente gives Bryce a once over because she shoots Lilac an approving wink.

“Oh shit,” Jackie says suddenly, her eyes moving to another part of the room. “Is that Doctor Tobias Carrick? And is that Landry talking to him?”

“Trying to talk to him.”

Somehow paler than ever before, Landry chats with a handsome doctor. Even from where they sit, they can tell Landry is struggling to keep the conversation afloat, stumbling through his words, hands shaking at his sides. The handsome doctor is gracious enough to offer their friend a pained grin, but Sienna can tell he's getting increasingly annoyed with Landry.

“Let me go rescue his ass,” Jackie says with a defeated sigh. And then she's gone, leaving Sienna alone at the table.

Soon, she is unable to stand the solitude and shoots to her feet, determined to find someone to talk to. Drink in hand, Sienna wanders aimlessly through the throng of guests, looking for a friendly face. She wonders if networking is a good idea with all the alcohol she's drunk so far. Though, considering what Landry just went through with Dr. Carrick, she imagines the alcohol-fueled confidence fizzing in her belly can only be a plus.

A jolly almost grandfatherly laugh nearby pulls her from her thoughts.

“It's a party, Ethan. Look a little more excited. Or at least, try to appear as though you're not ready to murder someone.”

Sienna almost drops her drink as she realizes it's world famous Doctor Banerji. He's grinning merrily at the dancing couples, glass of seltzer in hand. With another hearty chuckle, he throws his companion a knowing look—except, Sienna can't see who he's teasing due to the small crowd blocking her view.

“This was a mistake.”

The response is terse, uttered in such a deep, familiar voice that Sienna feels a chill roll down her spine.

“Ramsey! Ethan Ramsey!” An older doctor almost shoves Sienna in her hurry to reach the pair. “I was hoping you'd be here. Lovely to see you again! Come, Horton and Mendoza want to say hi!”

Sienna freezes, heart dropping to the polished floor.

He's here.

Somehow he's here.

It's so far-fetched that for a moment, Sienna's mind blanks out. Then, as her senses begin to catch up with her, she realizes his presence is not that out of the ordinary. He's one of the leading physicians in the nation—of course he'd make the guest list.

“Lilac,” Sienna whispers reflexively.

She had to warn her friend about this new development, perhaps even grab her hand and take her far away from him. Sienna is prepared to do the impossible to protect her friend. No one was breaking Lilac's heart again on her watch.

Before she can move, the curt doctor that had pushed Sienna emerges from behind a small crowd, Naveen Banerji and Ethan Ramsey in tow. The latter looks downright murderous, as though he'd rather filet his own skin off than join the group of smirking doctors.

For a brief moment, icy blue eyes scan the room, as though looking for a lifeline. They sweep past Sienna but return to her just as quickly, perplexed. Perhaps he recognizes her from their brief encounter after he made her best friend cry or perhaps he's confused by the death glare she sends his way.

“Ah, Doctor Horton, Doctor Mendoza. Always a pleasure,” Doctor Banerji is saying as they join the group.

Sienna doesn't wait to hear their responses because she turns on her heel, heading for the bar.

Except Lilac and Bryce are no longer there.

In seconds, Sienna finds them on the dancefloor, twirling gracefully among the couples.

Ethan

Ethan privately decides Dante had it all wrong when describing the eight circle of hell. The real Malebolge is a crowded, gaudy ballroom where Ethan is forced to feign interest in people he hates.

His eyes, on their own accord, flicker to the dancefloor, finding her instantly for the twentieth time that night. No, true hell came in the form of red lips, a tight black dress with the highest leg slit he has ever seen, and startling green eyes that sparkle for her jovial companion.

A vicious iron fist clamps his insides.

Horton laughs politely at something Naveen says, the sound like nails on a chalkboard for Ethan. Mendoza, on the other hand, appears almost bored, looking characteristically haughty as he surveys the dancefloor. He seems to spot someone worthy of his time and attention because he excuses himself from the conversation and vanishes.

“You should ask someone to dance,” Naveen suggests when they're alone again.

“I don't dance.”

Ethan considers changing his mind as he watches her golden retriever of a boyfriend twirl her, eliciting such radiant laughter, it's almost like staring directly at the sun. Blinded, Ethan glances away, working his jaw.

“You seem to stare at the dancefloor an awful lot for someone who doesn't dance.”

In one swift swig, Ethan downs the rest of his drink, letting the burn of the scotch soothe him. His fingers clutch the glass with such force that Ethan is surprised it hasn't shattered. And all the while, he averts his gaze from the sight he wishes to feast on all night: Lilac.

“Tobias is looking well these days,” Naveen comments casually, glittering brown eyes trained on the dancing couples. “And who is that he’s dancing with? A new girlfriend?”

Ethan couldn’t care less about Tobias Carrick or his latest romantic pursuit, but something in Naveen’s voice prompts him to follow his gaze. Somehow, the sight of Lilac in his arms is a thousand times worse than when she danced with the surfer boy in the purple suit. Tobias smirks down at her as she talks endlessly, though his eyes linger on her lips with an intent so clear, Ethan’s teeth clench.

Before he is cognisant of what he’s doing, Ethan is pushing his way through the dancefloor. Tobias sees him approach first, his smirk growing much more deviant. Lilac, on the other hand, pauses mid-sentence when she realizes her partner is no longer listening. She turns and when her eyes fall in Ethan’s general direction, she freezes. The color drains from her face, looking as shell shocked as someone who has seen a ghost.

“Ethan,” Tobias greets genially. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Carrick,” Ethan returns. “I’m cutting in.”

Tobias’s smile falters slightly, no doubt irritated by Ethan’s brusque tone. In the end, he backs away from Lilac without protest, dead set on avoiding a scene. If there is anything Doctor Tobias Carrick values above everything else it's appearances.

He disappears, leaving Ethan and Lilac alone among the crowd.

“May I have this dance?” Ethan asks her, voice softening.

Lilac, however, is not looking at him. Her wide eyes, still reflecting the utter shock at seeing him there, scan the crowd behind him, as though desperately looking for an escape. Her chest rises and falls in quick succession, as though she is struggling to catch her breath. The color has not returned to her face, throwing her crimson lips and freckles into stark contrast.

When Ethan glances over his shoulder, he sees the petite brunette who gave him a death glare earlier. She looks defeated but determined to get Lilac's attention. It's no use. Lilac is too preoccupied to see her.

“You don’t have to.”

Lilac blinks, finally looking at him.

“What?”

“You don’t have to dance with me if you don’t want to.”

Confusion settles over her beautiful features but it’s gone so quickly, Ethan swears he imagined it. Determination pinches her brow as she raises herself to her full height. Looking fiercely determined, she takes his hand and moves closer to him.

This time, it’s Ethan who’s surprised.

They begin to move with the music, a loaded silence between them. Though she holds his hand, searing every one his nerve endings, Lilac keeps her gaze cold and trained on anything but him. Even in her cool indifference, she is easily the most striking sight he has ever regarded. Ethan uses their proximity to admire the graceful slope of her nose, her luscious full lips, the freckles dusting her nose. From the moment she walked into the ballroom, Lilac had captured the attention and admiration of many in long, dark brown waves and a sinful black dress. And though Ethan counts himself as one of the affected, the goddamn dress will never be as captivating as those forest green eyes this close.

The silence becomes unbearable.

“I didn't know you worked with Doctor Clemente.”

Lilac doesn't respond, continuing to scan the crowd. It's just as well because Ethan inwardly cringes at his attempt to make casual conversation.

He tries something more genuine.

“You look—”

Courage and words fail him.

“—different.”

Lilac's stunning eyes move to him then, skewering him with a glare.

"You don't say. Anyone would look different when not being berated by a curmudgeonly old doctor with poor taste in sweaters."

Ethan is almost impressed.

“I suppose I deserved that.”

“Suppose?”

Green eyes cut him with a glare so vicious, Ethan almost recoils. With a quiet, humorless laugh, she decides she's done with him and returns her apathetic gaze to the dancing crowd.

Ethan, however, is not done with her.

“Thank you for the sweater,” he tries as they dance. “You were right. It's an improvement from the crepe.”

“Anything is an upgrade from that.”

The witty comment, reminiscent of what they used to have, catalyzes a nostalgic tug at his chest. Much to his discontent, however, Lilac seems unaffected. Her eyes are actively searching the crowd and for the first time, Ethan picks up on her restlessness.

“Looking for your boyfriend?”

The question is out before he can stop it, fueled by the return of bitter, unbridled jealousy twisting his gut.

“Actually no, I'm hoping Dr. Carrick cuts in again. We were having a wonderful conversation about his research before you interrupted.”

His insides churn.

“Is that so? Does he want you to catch mistakes in his book?”

“He doesn't need me to. There aren't any.”

The words are a punch to his ego, just like she intended.

Defeated, he sighs.

“Look, Roo— Lilac, about what happened at Harvard— I shouldn't have treated you like that.”

She stops dancing, looking at him with so much disdain, he almost takes a step back.

“Like what? Like a desperate, delusional little fangirl chasing fame?”

“Lilac.”

“Just out of curiosity, what did you think I was there to do? Sleep with you in hopes of making a career for myself?” Lilac doesn't give him an opportunity to answer, her eyes scanning him with measured derision. “I'm not that desperate.”

Another hit to his ego.

“That's not at all what I—”

His words are interrupted by a tap on his shoulder.

“What?” Ethan snaps.

“May I cut in?”

“Not now, Mendoza. We're evidently in the middle of something.”

The other doctor is not deterred, determined to fall over himself at Lilac's feet like many others there that night, but his words are cut off by the sudden shrill of the fire alarm. There's a moment of stunned silence, immediately followed by confused chatter. Lilac grips Ethan's hand as the crowd grows louder and begins moving en masse toward the exit.

“We're needed at Edenbrook,” Naveen says loudly over the alarm, appearing at Ethan's side. “We all just got the page. There's a fire in the building next door. Many employees were still there and require medical attention.”

Ethan nods once.

“I can't find my friends,” Lilac mutters in a voice bordering on panic. All around them, guests rush toward the exit.

Ethan glances back at her, all traces of contempt gone and replaced with fear. She looks so terrified and alone that he finds it hard to move. Naveen senses his indecision because he addresses Lilac.

“What's your name, miss?” he asks kindly.

Lilac doesn't answer, searching the moving sea of people for her friends.

“Lilac Allende. She's a medical student at Harvard and works closely with Doctor Clemente.”

This captures Naveen's interest. “If Miss Allende is unable to find her friends, perhaps she can come with us to Edenbrook?”

Ethan frowns, unconvinced of this plan.

“We always welcome medical students and this can serve as a valuable learning opportunity.”

“Naveen, she doesn't want—”

“I'll go.”

A/N: Paging Doctor Dumbass.

Okay, I really wanted to have Lilac kinda forgive him but this asshole didn’t even apologize. Not really.

Guys, thank you so much for your patience with this. I feel like I just gave birth with this chapter. It took me forever to write!

That said, I really want to write a bunch of holiday fics lol. Wish me luck!

#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #playchoices #My writing

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shlutnutt · 3 years

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Dont Be Gentle

sum: your relationship with kai not being relatively the best at the moment, you are forced to speak up about the situation, him obviously not taking you seriously by pressing on your buttons to do the unspeakable

w: sub reader x dom kai, choking, slight blood warning, slight knife kink, overstimulation, rough penetration, name calling, hella kinky

Kai immediately threw away the officer suit you helped him achieve on stealing. Careful and thoughtful enough to apply a different scent on each piece of clothing to keep his identity away from them, as much as he possibly could.

"now what kai?" you questioned, silently raising your brows, more than prepared for your next instruction, taking anderson by surprise.

"what do you mean? our job is done, y/n. you may leave. " he replied almost instantly, taking into consideration that you hated to be put on wait.

"so it's just done? no 'thank you', no 'see you later' not even a 'i have a better plan for tomorrow'?" you mewled to his careless words, almost as if the whole idea of working with you uninterested him.

And though Kai's always tried to keep your guys' relationship to a minimum for the sake of the cult, there's been times where he'd go overboard. Would reward his women cult members with shasty little gifts and so on. It all seemed like you were just a little toy for him, like he just used you as a pet for nothing else rather than his own good. And you were honestly tired of it all.

"talk to me kai, why've you been so distant lately i honestly don't get it!?" you raised your voice, talking to the pale man's back as he wiped clean a sharp blade he had in hand. You only saw him shrug, one of those emotionless shrugs he'd oh so often gave. He knew how much you despised them, how much hatred you had towards those careless words and actions, he knew, and well what he was doing.

"seriously?" you continued, your tone of voice shifting angirly by the second as kai's bare back continued to face you, deep evil chuckles escaping his lips as he continued his graceful wipes up and down the blade that never once left his hands. "you're adorable when your angry at me, y/n." kai broke off his silence, turning around to face you, the blade fidgeting in between his harsh jagged fingers at an incredible speed. His words firm and teasing.

He loved to purposely press on your buttons for his own pleasure. It'd be during times like these, right after a successful task or simply out of the blue. "fuck you, kai." you cursed, stern and cold-heartly, examining his eyes for a sign of a slight bit of emotion in them, but as expected, none at all.

"well, that was kinda rude." he sarcastically stated, now bringing up the blade up to his mouth and biting onto it harmlessly, producing a bad guy look on him, in which you rolled your eyes to.

"did you just roll your eyes at me?" you heard him question as the grip onto your neck only tightened after every breath you took, making it difficult for air to travel into your lungs. "k-kai.." you attempt to call out, to loosen the chokehold you were harshly under, to make distance between the sharp blade that glided across the tip of your nose down to the valley of your breasts in desperation and fear.

"yes, pet?" was all he said as a reply, breathing into the inner and most sensitive part of your ear. "l-let m-me go.." you attempt to plead, making the effort to raise your hands and attaching them onto his pale neck in return, choking him back savagely. The only sound in the room being your guys' heavy breaths and grunts, and of course the tension that always remained between the both of you.

The relationship was known to be barbarous, the way you guys would treat eachother wasn't at all like the love relationships you'd see in movies, but you both found a strong attachment within it all. You were both strangely and specifically designed for eachother, both a perfect combination of evil lustful creatures who hunt for their own desires. No matter how damaging you two were for eachother, nothing or anyone could've gotten nearly close to separate the two of you, that's what made you guys that inseparable couple, kids would hear about and automatically admire, with no knowing of any kind. Nobody knew him better than you did and nobody knew you better than him..

"y-you're a fucking menace, y/n" anderson stuttered upon his words after realizing that you've achieved to loosen his grip against your neck, of course replacing that same grip on his you were quick to snatch away the blade and attach it onto the upper part of his torso, him not moving a muscle knowing you were capable of doing anything you'd set your mind to. Cutting him a tiny bit just right below his collar bone you can't help but to feel the tension arise due to his breathing accelerating at such an incredible speed, the heavy eye contact that not once made its way out of the moment and his bottom lip slipped between his teeth.

"you've always been such a bad girl, y/n." kai mentioned, before leaning his head back just a bit accompanied by a seducted sigh as a sign for you to lick the strip of blood that gracefully escaped that cut you just made on him a couple seconds ago. You quickly took the hint and licked a strip from his belly button up to his neck, producing slight shaky moans to escape anderson's lips to the sensation.

You only felt him harden under you along graciously low praises as you continuously licked up and down his body.

"kiss me." he suddenly interrupted.

"oh yeah?" you teased, slightly gliding your lips across his, not yet giving into the kiss he desired oh so much, him lowly chuckling to your attempt at teasing, he knowing he was and is the best at that. Instead you kissed trails across his neck and jawline, swiping your hands across his growing bulge in ease, producing a low-pitched 'mhm'.

After enough teasing you've decided to connect your lips onto his rough ones, him immediately slipping his toungue in between. "always so obedient for me.." he mumbled into the kiss, now picking you up, you straddling his bare waist in between your legs, allowing the kiss to grow sloppily.

Losing no time you felt kai strongly rip a hole right in the center of your cotton fabricated shorts, causing you to gasp in surprise. Him automatically fidgeting with the band of your underwear, teasing you like he knows best, whilst you only whined under him. The lust was heavy at that moment, although there were only pure teases and makeouts, nothing too overboard. Well, that was before you felt your body getting slammed onto a nearby counter, kai gently holding onto the back of your head so you don't feel any harm, and of course the fidget onto the band of your underwear being replaced by soft little rubs onto your clothed clit.

"stop teasing.. please, baby.." you whined out attempting to close the gap of your legs together to increase the slight sensational touches, only for him to animalisticly grip your thighs open once again. "fuck kai, please!" you cried out now, salty little tears barging into your eyes as you looked up at the man you once thought you'd never get on your knees for.

"convince me." anderson breathed, slowing the rubbing down just a bit to motivate you to do the unthinkable. You knew exactly what he meant by his demand, so you of course obeyed like the little 'obeying mistress' he'd see you as, and got on your knees infront of him, looking up at him to witness that growing smirk he'd always let out when you'd do what you were told, and back down at his bulge. The thick white boxers he had on couldn't hide his neediness for you, they couldn't hide how desperate he was for you just as much as you were for him. So now removing his piece of clothing, slowly and carefully you couldn't hold back from stuffing him fully into your mouth with no warning whatsover. Enjoying the taste of the slightly bitter precum, it delicately carressing the back of your throat, as you gagged on him continuously, him moaning out profanities.

"you always know how to keep me wrapped around your finger, h-huh?" you heard him grunt out in pleasure, you continuing your suckle on his erected length.

"huh, y/n?" kai repeated, you supposing he was expecting an answer, so you did the expected and detached your mouth from him with a soft pop sound, allowing yourself to respond to your beloved.

"i always know what daddy wants." you giggled out, before attempting on returning your suckle, kai suddenly stopping you, lifting your chin up for him to have the perfect view of your fucked up face.

"god you're so fucking hot when you're like this.." he whispered out, admiring how fucked up your mascara looked smeared all over your face, how your spit continuously dripped from your chin onto the floor from your sloppy sucking, and how you were on your knees submitting to him.

"get up." you suddenly heard him firmly demand, you getting up with the help of his hand on your chin, him smirking to himself to the view he had infront of him.

"come closer, cum face." he instructed once again, pulling you closer to him by your waist, your bodies leaving no gaps whatsoever, you feeling your breathing intensify in excitement.

Kai made the moment intense, much more intense than it already was actually. His silence, firmness, and discretness made the air colder whilst your bodies only got warmer. He only stared at you, his hands relaxed on your waist, yours relaxed on his neck, the two of you recreating that unbreakable gaze once again.

"i want you. now." you broke the silence, silently begging for him to destroy you, like only he knows best, for him to penetrate the fuck out of you until you scream for him to stop. You needed it, and urgently.

"why so needy?" he replied, his lips forming that evil smirk once again, his hands now traveling down to your ass, squeezing your cheeks hungrily.

"fuck me kai, please. don't be g-gentle.." you beg, lowering your tone of voice when you insisted for him to not be gentle with you, him animalisticly licking his lips to your plead.

In no time you felt his pair of rough hands pick you up and rush onto the nearest wall, inserting himself into you automatically. Him being rougher than he's ever have, sloppily slamming himself inside of you with no mercy for you to accommodate to his size, you screaming in utter pain and pleasure to his roughness.

" y-yess!" you screamed out, scratching his back after each and every thrust.

"look at what you make me do.." grunted out kai, reffering to the noticeable bruises hes left on your thighs from the tight grabbing, you ignoring him to continue moaning out profanities "fuck.. just.. like that..", enjoying how his cock hit your g-spot in each and every thrust, how he fully slammed into you, biting your neck to contain in his moans.

"im close.." breathed out kai, speeding up his last few thrusts faster than he's been thrusting before, lowering his non-dominant hand down to your heat, rubbing on it brutally to your release, you allowing him to overstimulate you into cumming along with him.

"shit. shit. shit!" you cursed out, squirting all over kai and yourself, him cumming inside you, enjoying the view of his seed dripping out of you along with your juices.

"We n-need to go.. we're gonna get caught." you whispered to kai, pointing over at the time, rushing over to pickup your clothes, before feeling a burning spank on your ass.

"who the fuck told you i was done?" kai puzzled, you turning back to the sight of him pumping himself, in attempt of regaining your attention.

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seiyasabi · 3 years

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A Shifter’s Dream

(This is a Yandere Bunny-Shifter N’Doul x Female Reader story :P Plz proceed w caution

TW: !Noncon!, breeding kink!, hella cum!, he holds you down onto the mattress!, kinda sus bc u just turned 18, he deadass bites you, !pees on u in rabbit form, mounting!, mentions of euthanization of animals at the beginning!, etc..)

“-Mama, Mama!” Your voice echoes throughout the kitchen, as you hurry inside, hands clutching something protectively. Your mother turns, startled by your sudden appearance and anxious sounding voice.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen? Did those neighbourhood boys bully you again?” Ever the mother hen, she frets over you, grabbing you gently by the shoulders and taking a good look at you.

Shaking your head, you lift your hands, showing the older woman a taupe coloured rabbit, “Look! Mrs. Ruitz next door is selling bunnies! She says this one is blind, so she hasn’t sold it, so she said she’d give him to me if you say yes! Please, please, please say yes! She said she’d put him down if he wasn’t sold,” Tears bead your eyes as you practically beg your mother, who doesn’t seem to have the heart to tell you ‘no’ at that moment.

She sighs, weighing her options. You’re already ten, so you should be able to take care of him with minimal effort on her part…

“I suppose that’s alright. You just have to promise me that you’ll take care of him!” You instantly perk up, a bright smile on your face.

“I promise! I promise!” You hold the bun closer to your chest, practically rocking it in the process, “Thank you, Mama!”

The older woman smiles once more, patting you goodnaturedly on the back, “Good. Now, let’s go talk to Mrs. Ruitz- we have no idea how to take care of it.”

Walking across the street, your mother and your neighbour talk about your bunny’s proper care. It turns out, your bun is a male, who is previously named N’Doul. Not wanting to confuse the bunny, you decided to keep his unusual name, chattering away happily to him as you sat in the grass, barely listening to his care requirements.

The bun listens intently to what you’re saying, relishing your gentle hold around him.

He must be lucky, he thinks, to have found someone as lovely as you for a mate.

Eight years later, and you and your bun are still going strong. You’d recently moved into your own apartment, trying out adult life as you start college.

Today is your birthday, officially making you an adult.

The day was filled with festivities: your mom made you your favourite breakfast in bed (scaring you half to death- apparently she has a copy of your apartment key), your friends took you out shopping, and your mom took you to a birthday dinner. All in all, it was a great day!

But, a certain bun was seemingly more excited than you were for your birthday, because he seemingly peed himself in excitement the moment you picked him up. Lightly scolding him, you set him down on his rabbit bed that you made him, “‘Doul, what the heck man!” You laugh a little, remembering back to when he was but a teeny kit, “You’re not a baby anymore, bubs, you can’t just pee on me!” The bun is surprisingly smart, allowing you to let him mosy around your house (now your own apartment that you saved up for for years). After he figures out the layout, he’s able to figure out where his pee pad is, along with his grass bed, actual bed, and food/drink area. He is also able to hear where you are, allowing him to cutely hop after you if you’re not already carrying him.

Going to the bathroom to wash your hands, you hear his barely audible pawsteps behind you, “It’s okay, ‘Doul, I’m just gonna clean myself off, okay?” Flipping on your faucet, you get your hands nice and wet, before you pump some soap onto your hands, and start scrubbing, “Maybe I should shower now, since I’m already here…” You trail off when you feel you bun settle himself on your foot.

Glancing down, you catch him just in time, as he starts to hump you. Gasping in surprise, you try to gently shake him off, but that seemingly just gets himself off faster, as you feel a foreign wetness against your skin, “What the fuck? Are you serious, N’Doul?!” Annoyed with the way he’s suddenly acting, once you finish washing your hands, you reach down, and scoop the bun up, “That’s not cool, bro. Because of that, you can wait in my room while I shower.”

Plopping him in his bunny bed, you turn on your heel, and hurry back into the bathroom, closing the door before he can follow you inside.

Stepping out of your shower, you wrap yourself securely with your plush towel. Not bothering to wipe off the steam from your mirror, you bust out of the bathroom, only to be greeted with your now empty room. The door leading to the hallway is wide open, and your bunny is nowhere to be seen. Completely stupefied, you have no idea how to respond. Did the bun hop up high enough to hit the handle? That should be impossible! A Holland Lop is big, but not that big!

“N’Doul? Bun? Where on Earth did you go?” Deeming your bunny’s safety higher than you changing into clothing, you quickly move out of your room clad in only your towel.

You go room by room, searching frantically for your beloved pet. He has to be here somewhere!

So, when you finally make it to your living room/kitchen, you let out a yell of fear. There, on your couch, is a naked, bunny eared, buff man who’s humping into your previously used panties, “Who the hell are you! Get the fuck out of my house!” Reaching for the baseball bat in the hallway, you hold it up with one hand threateningly, the other currently holding your towel.

A deep, rumbling laugh is heard from the mysterious man, who then tosses aside your soiled panties, “Don't be like that, Love. Your N’Doul only getting myself ready for you.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? And what did you do with my bunny?” He chuckles, relishing your cute reaction.

“I’m your bunny, (Your Name). I’m N’Doul.”

“The hell you are! Get out, before I bash your skull in!” He stands to his feet, completely towering over you. Gulping in fear, you move backwards, but then you notice his eyes. They’re the same milky white your bun has, “I-I’m warning you! Stay away from me, you creep!”

He holds his hands up in mock surrender, showing how large his hands are compared to yours, “I’m not going to hurt you- I wouldn’t be a good mate if I did.”

Without thinking, you chuck your baseball bat at his bunny-eared head, before turning and running to your room. You hear the metal bat make contact, along with a yelp of pain. Locking your door behind you, you search your room for your car keys. Not long after you dump out your purse in pursuit of your keys, you hear loud footsteps thumping towards you.

A loud bang echoes throughout the room, as the man’s hit practically shakes the foundation of the wall, “Open the door, (Your Name)! Open it right now!” He sounds angry, and when you don’t respond fast enough, he starts trying to break down the door, his muscled body practically bending the thin wood with each body slam.

Screaming in fear, you start to cry. Thick tears drip down your face, as you plead with him to stop, “I-I don’t want to! Get out of my house!”

With one last mighty slam, the humanized N’Doul breaks into your bedroom. His nose is bleeding from the bat hitting him in the face, but other than that, he’s completely unscathed. Hearing you cry, he immediately goes to shush you, “Don’t cry, Love. Now that you’re considered an adult in your species, we can finally begin our life together.”

To his chagrin, you continue to sob, completely scared out of your mind, “No! Get out! Stop pretending to be my bunny, it’s weird!” He approaches you slowly, his much bigger form slightly bumping into a few pieces of furniture. This gives you enough time to make a break for it.

You try to round his form, almost making it to what’s left of your bedroom door, only to be stopped by a meaty arm practically slamming you onto your bed. Trying to get up, you quickly realise that escape is impossible, as his muscular legs practically trap you against your mattress. He uses his weight to hold you down, as he bites into your neck, trying to make you submit.

“Shh, stop resisting me, my Love. I promise that I’ll take care of you for the rest of our lives,” He continues to bite at you, as your screams are muffled into your sheets.

His large hands rip your towel off of you, exposing your slightly wet body to his prying fingers. The rough pads of his fingers rub at your erect nipples and unprepared slit, trying to get you as wet as possible.

“You’ll be a wonderful mother, I can tell you were made for this,” His cock head bumps against your tight entrance, forcing itself in as you scream.

He starts a breakneck pace almost immediately, relishing how your walls massage him so sinfully- as if you were made for only him, his inexperienced fingers rub at your clit harshly, trying to make this as pleasurable for you as possible,

Whilst this was happening, a bolt of pure pleasure shot up your spine, as he hit a certain gummy patch in your pussy, causing you to gush uncontrollably. Loud keens escape your gaping mouth, as his harsh ministrations are enough to almost make you cum immediately.

“Fuck, your body accepts me so perfectly, Love. It’s like it knows I’m going to pump you full of kits,” He lightly slaps at your clit, causing you to seize up in orgasm, quickly throwing him over the edge as well. Hot, virile cum overflows your womb, his swimmers quickly inseminating you. But it’s not enough. N’Doul, moments after orgasm, bucks into you even harsher than before, wanting to push as much of his cum as possible inside of you, “My perfect mate, I love you so much! I knew you were the one for me from the first time I met you! Only the love of my life would accept me even with my blindness!”

Still sensitive from before, the both of you hustle over the edge in mere moments, your release squirting all over the both of you.

“We’re not stopping until I know that you're pregnant, my love. Our wonderful kits are such a good birthday present, no?”

#yandere n'doul #yandere n'doul x reader #n'doul x reader #jjba x reader #yandere jjba #yandere jjba x reader #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo's bizarre adventure x reader #yandere jojo

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kitawarheit · 3 years

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Choke

Hey guys! I decided to post it here too~ Anything this is some Frank x Danny x female reader insert hella self indulgent smut~ Ngl, had someone ask me, "how far do you take your dirty talk?" aaaand here's the example I guess?? lmao Either way it was fun as hell! Enjoy! <3 Can also be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31056830

Tags include: dub-con (ish), verbal humiliation, dirty talk, name-calling, spitroasting, f/m/m threesome

The Fog had been a living hell, for sure. You dare say you were getting used to this “Entity” and its foul games. The pain didn't seem to feel as bad as when you first got here—or maybe that was just your mind knowing you wouldn't truly die? Your cruel resurrection was inevitable in this hellscape. But, you found solace in the small things. To start, you had the other survivors. The companionship was at least enough to keep you sane (for the most part) until you found a way out. But was there?

Trial after trial, your morale drained slowly—that is, until your curiosity was piqued. Some of these vicious killers were... well, human. For the most part, maybe. Take The Legion for example: although they switched off, they were all still four human punk-asses. Sure, being cat called while chased by Frank or having insults hurled at you while Julie choked you to death wasn't the most ideal thing... But it was a breath of fresh air. There were others, yes, but the most talkative or entertaining ones were primarily Frank and Danny—The Ghostface, as they called him.

Speaking of those two—back to the predicament at hand. How the fuck are two killers allowed to be in a trial at the same time!? It wasn't fair! Not only for obvious reasons but more personal ones... Sometimes, you wanted to punch Frank in his stupid face for his chastising, filthy mouth. But, that was only really because of how hot and bothered it actually made you. You knew back before this shit, you were really into dirty talk and stuff, but here? Now? Surely, The Entity knew and was doing this on purpose.

No, you were absolutely sure The Entity was doing this on purpose when you saw the second killer was Danny. He had a nasty mouth on him too—a bit more aggressive than Frank overall, but it still didn't help you not be affected by his “teasing”. But why? Sure, you enjoyed their talk, even if your brain tried to yell at you that they were there to murder you, not sweet talk you to bed. But did The Entity even give “graces” like this? No, no—it must be for the killers. After all, they were the ones that essentially gave power to this thing.

No matter why or for who, it didn't matter. You weren't going to look this gift horse in the mouth. You deserved a slice of pleasure too, right?

So, here you were, being dragged into the old ski resort lodge, two sets of hands moving over every inch of your body, making you squirm between them.

“Hey, hey,” Frank cooed in a smug tone as you were turned to face him. “Settle down, kitten, we haven't even started yet!”

“She can't help it,” Danny mocked behind you, grabbing your ass, which made you give a squeal of surprise. “She's gonna get double fucked! Any slut would be excited by that.”

“You're right,” Frank practically purred, sliding his hands under your shirt and making his way up to your chest. “I'm surprised she's not already trying to tear out of her clothes.”

“Fuck you,” you hissed weakly, trying to squirm from their grasps—but, the both of them proved to be too strong and they kept you firm in place. “Let me go...!”

“Oh, don't worry, kitten,” Frank said, lifting his mask to sit on the top of his head as he eyed you over. “You'll fuck me soon enough~”

You were too busy examining the details of a face you hadn't seen without the mask to notice Frank giving a nod at Danny. There was a chuckle behind you and, suddenly, Danny had his hands over your torso, ripping open your shirt and pulling the ruined garment off, letting it fall to the floor. Another squeal escaped you as you tried to cover your arms over your chest, face flushed. Of course, Danny wouldn't let you do that as he gripped your wrists and held you in place.

“Fuck, she's got some nice tits,” the man behind you mused.

“Hell yeah, she does,” Frank agreed, brandishing his knife. “Let's get a better look, though...”

Before you could make a protest, Frank's knife slipped under the front of your bra, harshly tugging upwards to tear it in half. Quick on the move, Danny let go of your wrists to let your arms hang low so that he could swiftly tug your destroyed bra off and down to the ground.

“D-Don't touch me,” you shrieked, only to have them do just the opposite. Danny's hand cupped one of your breasts, while Frank toyed with the other, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. You were trying so hard not to make noise, but the look on your face must have given you away.

“What a slut,” Frank laughed, making you jolt as he pinched your nipple. “Hmm? You like having killers play around with your tits?”

“Look at her face,” Danny cooed. “She totally does! Nasty bitch~”

Your mind was failing to think of words to says, insults to hurl, threats to make. But, it didn't matter, they were too strong for you and you had nothing to fend them off with. And if the heat pooling in your core had any say in the matter, you were likely going to break anyways. Sooner, rather than later, if they kept this up.

You tried to at least keep quiet—if you couldn't make threats, the least you could do was not make any moans. Your focus was brought back to the situation as Frank cupped your chin, forcing your head up to look at him. For the moment, he had let go of your breast and Danny took full advantage of that by cupping both in his hands, squeezing them.

“Fuck,” Danny grunted behind you. “I've gotta get my dick between these sometime...”

Frank seemed to be searching for something in your face as he looked you over, yet abandoned that endeavor rather quickly. He let go of your chin and scoffed, grabbing hold of your hips now.

“I bet you anything she's already fucking soaked,” Frank mocked, emphasizing his last word as he popped the button of your jeans. “Let's just check that... 'Kay, kitten?”

Frank slipped his palm over your stomach, making his way down as you squirmed in Danny's grasp. He slipped past your pants and toyed with the waistband of your panties briefly before finally slipping his hand down over your folds. There was no warning when Frank brought his head closer, dipping under your chin to bite harshly into your neck, at the same time he pushed two fingers into your pussy. You were already losing yourself, but there was no way you could hold back the moan that ripped past your throat at Frank's actions. You could practically feel his smirk against your neck...

“Ho~ly fuck,” Frank cooed as he released your neck, pulling his head back to look at you while he pulled his fingers out from your jeans, just to hold them in front of your face. Of course, Frank was right —you were already wet by now. “This bitch is a total whore! Look at how wet she is already!”

“Damn,” Danny laughed, pinching both of your nipples in an attempt to draw noise from you. “I guess we got lucky with this one, huh?”

You whimpered softly as Danny pinched again, squirming as you watched Frank make a show of licking his fingers clean. Your mind teetered on the edge between wrong and right, just a touch away from going over and begging for them. In some pathetic last attempt to escape, you tried to pull away again. Frank clicked his teeth and gripped your hips again to hold you in place, Danny giving a light grind into your ass. Fuck, you could already feel how hard he was.

“Please,” you spoke softly, trying not to look Frank in the eye. To this, he roughly grabbed your chin and forced you to look him in the eye, a smirk tugging his lips upwards.

“Please what, kitten,” he sneered, bringing his face even closer to yours. ...That was it. That was the tipping point and your brain tumbled down the wrong side. But, you didn't give a hot damn. You needed this... and you needed it now.

“Don't tease me,” you breathed out, flashing Frank a look—oh, did he know that look well. The look of letting go and giving in to carnal desire. It was show time.

“That's what we wanna hear,” Danny chuckled, his voice more clear now and you could only assume he took his mask off as well. “A slut in the end—can't resist having some cock in you, right? Even if it's from a killer?”

Frank gave a vicious grin from ear to ear, letting go of your chin to dip his head down against your neck.

“Good girl,” he purred, giving another firm bite before working on pushing your pants and panties down. This time, when he bit into you, you let out a soft whimper, wiggling your pants and panties down the rest of the way to help, then stepped out of them.

Behind you, Danny removed his gloves, letting his bare hands slide down your chest, savoring the warmth of your skin as he kept moving further down. Sure, he knew Frank was right—but he couldn't help to feel for himself as his fingers dipped between your damp folds, his fingertips gliding up and down some. Your breath had already started to become labored from his small actions alone, surely stroking his ego more than it was. You wanted to savor the moment, but Frank seemed a bit impatient.

“Lemme have her,” Frank spoke, a bit of a grumble behind his tone. “I got an idea~”

Frank seemed to enjoy simply tugging you along and keeping you out of the loop. Throwing you over his shoulder like he would to carry you to a hook, that instinctual fear almost began to rise. As Frank started to climb the stairs with you, Danny followed behind, looking just as impatient as the other man.

“Don't worry, baby girl,” Danny cooed, patting your cheek some. “You're not going on a hook. We got something better in mind for you!”

On the second floor, there were a few empty rooms with faded memories of what this place once was, long ago. In one of the rooms, there was a large mattress and pillows, cigarette butts littering the ground with the smell of smoke still rather fresh. This was probably Frank's sort of make shift bedroom, if you had to guess... You almost wanted to ask (why, you weren't sure), but the wind was briefly knocked from you as Frank threw your body on the mattress with ease.

“You're gonna love this, kitten,” Frank hummed as you coughed a bit. “All just for you! I know a little whore like you can probably take more... But we'll start here, okay?”

You weren't sure what he meant and you weren't given any time to dwell on it before he rolled you onto your stomach, just as Danny came around to sit on the mattress, close enough to your face that you could practically feel the warmth radiating from his body. Grabbing your hips, Frank lifted your bottom half up to meet his crotch as he let his erection rub against your ass through his jeans. With a chuckle, he shoved his hips forward, forcing your face into Danny's crotch, making you both groan.

“I know you're excited, kitten,” Frank sneered, giving a harsh slap across your ass. “So get to work! I'm sure my friend here would love to see how talented that slut mouth of yours is~”

Propping your torso up just a bit, you looked up at Danny as he began to unfasten his pants, pushing them down a few inches just to make it easier to take his aching erection out. You couldn't help but stare for a moment, impressed by his girth. Damn, were all the killers like this...? Taking your distraction as hesitation, Danny ran his fingers through your hair, gripping tightly as he tugged your head forward a bit.

“I'm not gonna wait all day, bitch,” Danny sneered, purposefully rubbing himself against your lips. You whined a bit at the tight grip he had on your hair before obeying—placing one hand on his thigh to steady yourself as the other gripped the base of his cock. You gave one long, broad lick along the underside of his cock, dragging your tongue up until you flicked it off of the tip. Frank rubbed the side of your ass he slapped earlier, as if silently giving praise at the little show.

“Ohh,” Danny groaned, flashing a smirk down at you. “I can already tell she's used that mouth well before. Think she's tried to use it to bargain for the hatch?”

“Probably,” Frank said with a laugh, giving your ass another slap, causing you to gasp out. “At least, I wouldn't put it past her.”

You could feel yourself throbbing, started to become impatient yourself. But you weren't going to beg—oh no, not yet. To keep yourself quiet, you took a few inches of Danny into your mouth, sucking lightly as if to savor him. Danny groaned and muttered small praises to you, so focused on him that you were deaf to the sound of Frank's zipper being pulled down behind you. When you felt his rubbing the tip of his cock against your slit, you gasped, but were unable to stop the soft moan you gave.

“Oh, you're gonna feel so good around my cock,” Frank cooed, rubbing a bit more incessantly. You started sucking harder around Danny's length, trying not to give in to the feeling of Frank rubbing against you. Trying was the key word, but your body acted first, trying to rub back against him for more friction. He gave a click of his tongue and used his free hand to keep your hips still.

“You want it, kitten,” Frank asked with a mocking tone. “You gotta beg for it~”

Danny yanked your head up and off his cock, making you wince as you glanced up at him. Seeing the smirk on Danny's face made your heart jump and you were all too sure that Frank had the same look on his face. Flushed, you chewed your bottom lip a bit, as if a bit embarrassed to say it out loud. Frank gave you an encouraging, yet hard, slap across your ass, making you squeal out and tremble a bit.

“P-Please,” you squeaked out, whining as you tried to press back against Frank. “Fuck me, Frank...! Please...!”

“You want my cock in you,” Frank chuckled, giving another smack to your ass. “Say it, bitch!”

“Y-Yes,” you moaned out. “I want your cock in me, Frank! Please!”

“What a total cock slut,” Danny laughed as he brought your face close to his cock again, making sure you had him in your mouth before releasing his hold on your hair. You felt Frank lining himself up, pushing just the tip in before gripping your hips with both hands. Without warning, he suddenly gave a single, sharp jerk of his hips, thrusting himself inside you to the hilt, causing you to lurch forward and deep throat Danny. You almost gagged on him from the sudden force, but Danny only groaned, cursing under his breath.

“Fuck,” Frank groaned, keeping still a moment. “She's tight, too... Damn, she feels good!”

Frank pulled you back some, letting you off of Danny's cock to catch your breath, watching you cough a bit from the surprise forced deep throat. Once you were mostly settled, Danny gripped your hair again to guide you back to his throbbing length, rubbing the back of your head encouragingly. Frank pulled out most of the way before speaking up again.

“That was your warning,” Frank taunted, rubbing his thumbs over your hips. “So you better get ready—'cause I'm not stopping until I've filled you up, got it?”

“Do anything you want to me, Frank,” you whined out, glancing over your shoulder at him as your mind clouded with lust. “Please use me...~”

“Damn,” Danny scoffed, turning your face to him again with an amused grin. “She's a compliant little cock sucker.”

“Ohhh,” Frank cooed, fingers digging into your hips. “You just sealed the deal there, babygirl~”

Listening to Frank, you knew this was your one second to attempt to brace yourself. Taking Danny back into your mouth, you pressed your tongue against the underside of his cock, but let your jaw hang slack. If Frank's “warning” was anything to go by, you wouldn't need to be doing much head movement, anticipating his thrusts would be enough to do that for you.

And that it was. Frank showed no mercy, no easing you into it—no, he immediately started with a rough, somewhat quick pace as each thrust would push you back down onto Danny. You had let yourself go well before this point, so there was no trying to suppress your moans, loud and needy as they were. The small vibrations from your moans sent a shiver up Danny's back as he gripped your hair tight again, seeming to be holding back the urge to straight up fuck your mouth.

“Shit,” Danny hissed, leaning his head back some as he savored the feeling of your mouth. “It's gonna feel so good to cum down your throat!”

The anticipation and promise of his words excited you, more so than you thought as your inner walls clenched down around Frank, drawing a low moan from him.

“Easy, kitten,” he groaned, the bruising grip on your hips never letting up. “I know you're a fucking cumslut—nghh—but no need to rush it~”

Frank's pace started to deepen as he was back to burying himself all the way in with each forward snap of his hips. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as everything started to become overwhelming—the way Danny almost hit the back of your throat every time you were shoved forward, the lewd sounds of skin slapping skin from the force of Frank's hips, the pleasurable throb that came each time Frank's cock rammed against your cervix. You were a mewling, moaning (and if you could move, you'd probably also be writhing) mess between the two men.

You could already feel that familiar heat starting to coil down in you as you practically drooled onto Danny's cock, doing your best to rock your hips back against Frank. His grip was stead-fast, but he seemed to let up just a tad to enjoy you trying to fuck yourself back onto him. It earned you a groan from the man behind you, your wet walls throbbing around him in a pleasurable thrum. You were close, you knew it—but it seemed Frank knew this too.

“What a whore,” Frank groaned as he stilled his hips, swatting Danny's hand away so he could grip your hair instead, wrenching your head off of the other man so you could speak properly. Danny made a groan of protest, but allowed it as he was just as eager to hear your cries. “You wanna cum, bitch?”

“Yes, please,” you whined out, frustrated from being so close to your blissful high.

“Yes, what,” Frank sneered.

“I want to cum...! Please, let me cum!”

“And you wanna take our loads like the good little cumdump you are, right?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes, I-I want to be filled by you both...!”

“Atta girl~”

Frank promptly shoved you back down on Danny as he went back to his brutal pace, close to his own release. As you were shoved down and fucked hard, you finally snapped, your orgasm tearing through your body like a tidal wave. You moaned loud around Danny's length and your pussy clamped down and convulsed around Frank, both being the final push they needed to fill you. Frank bit his lip as he moaned behind you, burying himself all the way before cumming hard inside your willing cunt. Danny gave a few thrusts into your mouth, hand back in your hair, and held your head in place while he released in your mouth, groaning low.

“Swallow you fuckin' cumslut,” Danny growled, keeping a firm grip on the back of your head. You didn't need to be told twice as you swallowed a few times, making sure to take down every last drop. Satisfied, Danny pulled you off of him and released your hair from his grasp. Behind you, you could feel Frank pulling out, taking a moment to admire the view as his cum dripped from you, a few drops hitting the mattress below.

“Damn,” Frank hummed, giving one side of your ass an appreciative rub. “Now that is a good fuck!”

“Fuckin' right,” Danny concurred with a laugh before lifting your chin to meet his eyes. “Give us a sec and we'll get you ready for round two, babygirl. Don't think we're done with you yet~”

#dead by daylight #dbd #fanfiction #reader x killers #danny johnson #frank morrison #the legion #the ghostface #ghostface #smut fic

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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I may or may not have just sent the 3 word challenge in my real account instead of anon... I'm sorry. Please don't answer there. :)

When you post, post answering here please.

Again, much love,

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Don't worry dear! Your identity shall remain a secret 🥰 Here's yet another fic with my Resident Evil OC: Gwen Winters (she’s an adult guys, don’t worry. However this is still an Older Man/Younger Woman relationship)

The words dear 📚🌻 Anon gave me in their previous ask were: Unruly, endurable and system. Please enjoy!

What happens in the gym....

Pairing: Chris Redfield x Female OC

Warnings: Swearing, Spoiler Free 😊

Genre: Angsty Romance

“Sure, throw me in the fire like you always do, Leon!“ Chris snaps, clenching his fists tightly as he glares at his best friend while the two stand in the dimly lit gym.

“Chris, you’re a BSAA captain, for the love of God! You should know better than to complain about something as little as this!“ Leon, while significantly calmer tone and demeanor-wise, is glaring daggers of his own.

“Why me, damn it?! And why her?!“ Chris is not done with his attempts to get out of the situation Leon’s trying to land him in and his partner’s honestly done with it.

“And why not?! You see the same potential I see, why would it be so hard to train her? She’s a quick learner, she’s disciplined when she wants to be and she’s already skilled to a certain degree. You’ve made soldiers out of total wimps before, why is she such a hassle to you?!“

“Because she’s disciplined when she wants to be and I guarantee she won’t want to when she’s around me. She’s unruly, selfish, arrogant and a Chris-phobe. I’m telling you, she hates me!“

It’s about time Leon’s had enough of this conversation. To be honest, he was done with it as soon as it started but he stayed, thinking he’d be able to change Chris’ mind but seeing as how this is a hopeless case, he’s just been wasting his time. “Does she? Or are you projecting your hate for her onto her?” Slinging his duffel bag containing his training gear over his shoulder, Leon finally makes that realization that these are ten minutes of his life he’ll never get back and storms out of the gym without another word.

Chris doesn’t attempt to stop him, in fact, he’s relieved he left. He sighs, silently hating himself for all the shit he said and how he meant none of it. It was all hard bullshit and he doesn’t know whether to be thankful or disappointed that Leon didn’t realize. Either way, he’s been cleared of possible suspicion, even if training the newest BSAA rookie still remains as his task.

Gwen Winters, she’s such a fucking handful. One cannot tell if it’s because she’s angry with the world, angry with herself or just straight up picked up on the habits of the family that took her in when she was rescued from Raccoon City where she was held as an experiment hamster. A chemistry project basically. Ethan and Mia were recovering from the events back in Louisiana at the time, still probably are, that is not some shit you get over, so they thought having another person in the house would help them. And help Gwen did. See, Gwen isn’t a handful with everyone. In fact, she’s a real sweetheart and Chris knows it too, despite his bogus claims. He knows she’s got a heart and soul of gold and is built with the will of a BSAA soldier already. All she needs is a bit better fighting skills and she’s good to go.

He sees how she acts with everyone around him. She’s been quick to make friends with Jill and his sister Claire and she’s even got Leon’s liking and trust which is hella hard to get, especially after all the shit with Ada. She’s overall a super sweet and lovely girl, even with him from time to time. He’s seen her welcoming, friendly smiles whenever he stops by the Winters’ home. He’s heard her laugh at the jokes he rarely cracks.

Then why does she act like she hates him so often? And why does he claim he hates her?

Chris is snapped back to reality by the sound of rough impact. It’s a very distinct noise, one he places immediately: the sound of fists hitting a punching bag. It’s the middle of the night, almost midnight actually, and knowing how lazy the soldiers on his team are, he can only assume it’s either his sister or Jill, given that Leon just left. However, they’ve had people sneak in to train for free before, so it’d be for the best if he went to check who was releasing some pent up energy on the poor punching bag. Judging by the intensity of the punches being thrown, sounds like the person might be angry as well.

And they have every right to be. Because they are Gwen.

Chris’ face goes a bit red at the sight of the infuriated rookie giving the punching bag her all, punishing it the way she’d want to do to her superior she just heard call her all the names she hates being referred by.

“Winters I-“

“Unruly?“ Punch “Selfish?” Punch “Arrogant?” Punch

She stills herself, sighing and wiping the droplets of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, “You say all that and expect me not to be a Chris-phobe?” She lets out a bitter laugh, rolling her shoulders before continuing her wrath over the piece of equipment she’s threatening to destroy. She hasn’t spared him a single look yet, something he’s rather grateful for because the last thing he wants to see is whatever her gaze is hiding right now. “I’ll talk to Leon.” She says, her voice leveled and breathy, far from the pissed off tone she was just using. This calmness is a lot scarier though. “I’ll tell him I don’t want you to be my trainer. To be perfectly clear, I never wanted you to train me in the first place. I’m just not the type to complain, you know. I’m not picky. Beggers can’t be choosers. I take what I can get. And you were all I was offered, but...” she trails off, delivering a particularly hard punch, “It’s not gonna work. I may not be picky, but I know when to draw the line. I know when I deserve better.”

“Kid, you really have no idea what the case really is here.“ He attempts desperately, taunted by the thought of acting on his instincts and approaching her even if that means being the recipient of one of those hard punches.

“You know, I’m strong. I’m skilled. I can hold my own in a fight quite nicely. I’m endurable. I’m not afraid to work my ass off and sweat and pant like a dog after workouts. There’s not a line I wouldn’t cross, but you still choose to make me feel lesser than any soldier you’ve ever come across, that’s really lovely of you, Captain Redfield.“

“Winters, please...“

“It’s ok, I won’t tell Ethan and Mia. I’m sure they’ll send you to hell over it. I’m not petty like that.“

He’s had enough. He’s had enough of hearing that hurt tone in her voice. He’s done hearing these words she’s so certain are true but aren’t. He’s done lying to her and to himself. Before he can even think twice about it, he grabs her by the arms gently but firmly, turning her to face him despite her hostile attempts to free herself from his hold like a wild animal caught in a trap. He’s surprised when she relaxes, probably seeing that as a quicker way out of the situation rather than struggling though if she tried to free herself any longer he would’ve probably let her go.

“Fucking hell, Gwen, listen to me.“ He looks her dead in the eyes, catching onto the spark of shock created by his use of her first name. But he also sees something else, something that looks dangerously a lot like tears. He knows she won’t cry, especially not in front of him, but knowing that he’s the cause behind the welling of those crystal droplets in her always shiny, always smiling eyes breaks him. When she doesn’t look away nor protest, he continues, “I can’t be your captain. I can’t be your trainer. I can’t be any of that. I’m a strictly professional man, and it’d be highly unprofessional of me to take you in as my soldier.”

“But why?“ She’s fully aware she sounds like a whiny kid - exactly how she thinks he envisions her sometimes - but she couldn’t care less. She wants and needs answers. She knows she won’t be able to fall asleep or keep coming back to the training center if she doesn’t get them.

It’s blatantly clear this is far from easy for Chris. His first instinct is to look away, let go of her, run away like he always does - not that she’d let him do such a thing but still. He’s finds the words impossible to spit out yet he oh so desperately feels the need to get them out of his system. And so, he gathers all the strength within him and finally forces himself to say it.

“Because a captain isn’t supposed to look at a soldier the way I look at you.“

Sure, it sounds cryptic as heck but he has no doubt she’ll catch on. Gwen is a smart and sharp girl, among many other things. She confirms this when barely three seconds after he’s said it, he notices her eyes widening

“Sir, I-“

“Don’t.“ He says simply, a small, regretful smile playing across his lips as his hand slides down her arm to take hold of hers, “I just admitted my dirtiest secret to you and you are still gonna remind me how unprofessional I am by using my title, Kid?“

She purses her lips, the shock momentarily replaced by her signature mild glare, “Well, you just admitted your biggest secret to me and yet you still choose to call me ‘Kid’, huh?”

He chuckles, letting his other hand repeat the movements of the first, “Sorry, force of habit.” His thumbs brush against her knuckles briefly as his head falls, his gaze fixating on where their bodies are connected, “You know, I didn’t tell you this to get myself any pity or anything. I just wanted you to understand and....wanted to get it off my chest. Ethan will kill me if he finds out, won’t he?” He suddenly asks, regaining the courage to look up at her once again.

She giggles, “Who says he’s gonna find out?”

Chris bites the inside of his cheek, shaking his head, “You’re right, there’s nothing really to find out abo-”

Gwen has never been a chatter nor can she tolerate when people beat around the bush so she’s quick to cut them off sometimes, no matter how rude that may seem or sound. However, just to clarify, her chosen method of cutting a person off isn’t always kissing them. Just saying - this is a special situation requiring special methods.

Taken aback by the sudden feeling of her lips on his, Chris’ eyes close automatically but not even a second later he responds to the kiss properly: wrapping his arms around Gwen’s waist as her hands travel up to cup his face. The kiss is short - too short if either of them is to be asked - but it’s worth all the words they didn’t say despite wanting to.

When they pull away, Gwen gives him a mischievous smile, “Now he could find out about that and then shit would go south. That’d suck, wouldn’t it Chris?“

He’s only ever heard her say his name twice, once in passing conversation with Claire and once earlier when she paraphrased his term ‘Chris-phobe’, both time spoken with some dose of dislike he now realizes was a cover-up all along. Turns out the two are a lot more alike than they initially thought. Regardless, hearing her say his name with fondness instead of bitterness makes his heart flutter, his body yearn to have her closer, his lips wanting to be in contact with hers again. But he’s a patient and self-controlled man, he’s nothing if not willpower sculpted in a human body, so he keeps his distance, waiting for her to pick the moves, waiting for her to make the decisions just like she’s his captain.

“Big time.“ He manages to say, voice coarse all of a sudden, barely able to leave his throat. “So it stays here, right?”

She giggles again, bringing her lips within an inch or two away from his, taunting him, threatening to break his self-control, “What happens in the gym stays in the gym, Redfield.”

Golden rules of discretion, ones he mustn’t break ever. Especially not when his captain - Captain Gwen Winters - holds so much power over him.

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sugar-lemons-yellow · 3 years

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“Pretty Flower”~ Choi Jongho x fem!reader smut/fluff

Warnings~~ virginity taking, Jongho being hella sweet and soft, oral(f&m receiving), unprotected sex, dom!Jongho, shy!reader, I think that’s it. Let me know if I missed any!

Enjoy!

“Flower.” You heard a familiar voice call out to you from your apartment door followed by a gentle knock

You grinned instantly knowing who it was. You ran to the door with an extra pep in your step only caused by need to be in his warm,strong embrace. You bit your lip in anticipation as you quickly opened the door fumbling on the locks from time to time. Once you finally get the locks to budge and unlock you’re greeted with the most lovely sight. Him. Jongho.

“Hi!” You say in a low but excited tone

“You don’t have to be so shy, flower.” He chuckled as he pulled you in for a hug and a long awaited kiss

You two pulled away only to stare and blush at each other.

You didn’t quite understand why you were so shy around him. You were comfortable with him of course you just couldn’t shake those butterflies you had when you two first met.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sweet sound of his voice.

“What are you cooking over here?” He led himself to the kitchen allowing you to instinctively follow

“I’m only boiling the water right now. I wasn’t expecting you to be here this early I’m not even really dressed.” You tugged at the bottom of your hoodie

“I like what you have on.” His hands slid up your arm to the neck line of the hoodie

“You know I need this back right?” He asked lifting your chin to look up at him

“Stop looking down, flower. I won’t be able see your pretty eyes.” You looked up at him closing your eyes

“Now you can’t see them.” You giggled

“But I want to see them.”

“But you can’t.”

“You’re being unfair.” You could hear the pout in his voice causing you to laugh and smile

“Just ask,stem.”

“Stem?” He laughed at my new nickname

“You always call me flower,so I’ll call you stem.” You two sat in a brief moment of silence before busting into a fit of laughter

“Can you open your eyes flower?” He managed to get out through his laughter

You opened them grinning. “Yes.”

“I still wonder how i was able to get this lucky.”

“Well maybe you should call me clover instead of flower,stem.” You grin at your own joke which you thought was funny

“Two things. You’ll always be my flower and don’t call me stem. It’s a little weird.”

“Why I think it’s really cute.”

You can’t help but laugh at his expression of seriousness.

Jongie, you can’t have a flower without a stem!” You push out along with your laughter causing him to become more annoyed

“I’m going to give you a two second head start.” He said in the plain expression ever

You only smiled at him. You couldn’t help but smile at him. He was your little stem and there was nothing he could do about it.

“You aren’t going to take your head start?”

You shook your head no still giving him the most innocent smile.

He shrugged his shoulders and unexpectedly picked you up making your shriek and laugh.

“STEM PUT ME DOWN!”

“Stop calling me stem!” He said back taking you to the couch

“STEM I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU-“ that’s all you managed to get out before being gently slammed on the couch

You hit the couch back first,with your legs slightly spread. You didn’t notice but Jongho sure did.

His pants started to feel tight and he turned to the side. He couldn’t help feeling that way. It was just the way your legs spread invitingly and the way you looked so innocent and shocked did it for him completely and it didn’t help the line of wetness he saw leaking to the outside of your panties.

“F-flower close your legs.” He said with a tone from him that you never heard before

That tone turned you on even more. That tone did something to you and you wanted to make him talk to you like that again.

“No I’m comfortable. Maybe you should sit next to me.” You spread further, biting your lip as your hands go down to play with the hem of your panties

Jongho’s head turned slowly towards you. He was extremely turned on at this point. He wanted to leave your apartment and take care of himself elsewhere but you voice was like honey and he was the bee.

He walked over to you slowly, not sure what was about to happen.

“Y/n, close them.” His voice was much lower now and you were mindlessly moaning for him to say your name again

“But I really want you jongie.” You whimpered and sat up, facing him

He looked in extreme distress. His head was in his hands and his cheeks were red. He wanted you too but it was only your 5th month dating and he knew that you were a virgin.

“Are you sure about that?” He turned his head towards you awaiting your decision

You looked down and all of a sudden your shyness came back. You still wanted him you were just scared.

“You won’t hurt me on purpose right?” You reached over and rubbed his thigh earning a low grown from him

“Never.”

Upon hearing those words you laid back and spread your legs as wide as they could go.

“I’m ready.”

He instantly climbed on top of you kissing you positioning himself between your legs. The make out session got hot pretty fast but you were craving more and so was he. You bucked your hips up against his throbbing bulge growing increasingly. The action caused you both to move and for him to get the green light to go further.

His hands slid down to the bottom of his hoodie only to lift it up and slide his hand up and down your bare sides. Continuously grinding down on you made you wetter and wetter to the point there was a small wet stain on his pants and you were about to cum.

Jongho noticed this and pulled away at the last minute making you whine at the loss of friction. He pulled his hand out of his hoodie at stared at you. Your hooded eyes; red,swollen lips; and the blush running all through your face was was like magic to him.

His dominant aura was too much for you to handle but you wanted more. You were putty in his hands, falling apart but trying to stay together. You needed him to ruin you.

“That needs to come off.” His tone snapped you out of your thoughts and you quickly came out of the hoodie revealing your bare breast

He smirked and was happy at your eagerness to comply. He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He slid them down taking his underwear with them allowing his length to be free and spring up to hit his stomach.

You stared at it wide eyed shocked at how big it was. You licked your lips as you took it into your hands. You didn’t know how to do what you knew he wanted you to do but you were going to blow him away.

You let it go, crawling towards him slowly.

“Your going to tease me now?”

You hummed in response.

“The couch isn’t that big.”

“I know Jongie.”

You finally reached him after what felt like forever. He looked down at you, sucking his bottom lip in, thinking about how your lips would feel around and he needed to feel it.

“Flower you’re wasting time.”

You felt a huge pit in your stomach. You were honestly lost. You seen this a lot in the porn you saw on the internet. You didn’t know what to do at all and it was scaring you. You sucked in a huge breath and let it out as you took his cock into your hands.

You gave it a small squeeze gaining a hiss of pleasure from him. You smiled up at him innocently before sliding you one hand up and down along his length. You had started slow and you were moving incredibly slow and and was killing him.

“F-flower ahhh move faster.” He managed to moan out

His encouragement was all you needed and the praise washed over you immensely causing you to want to do more.

You continued with your hands as you swirled your tongue around his painfully red tip.

“Mmmm flower please do it again.”

So you did but this time you put your mouth on it. He shuddered slightly,smiling at you letting you know you’re doing great.

Still working your hands you began to move your head up and down as your tongue swirled his head repeatedly. You’re mouth was watering at this point causing some of your saliva to slide down his cock and he loved it.

Jongho was lost in ecstasy at that point and he could no longer contain himself. His hand went to grip your hair as his hips began to thrust into your mouth.

You gagged slightly making him stop.

“I’m sorry are you okay?”

“Yes it’s just a reflex. I actually liked it.” You grinned at him

You opened your mouth again as he slid his cock in. He started fucking your mouth again, Moaning and groaning loudly.

“Ahhh my pretty flower.” He pushed out

His moans and praise made impossible for you to contain yourself as well. You took your free hand and slid it into your panties. You hand explored your incredibly wet pussy. You were surprised yourself at how much was there. You began to rub your swollen, hard clit. You moaned at the amazing feeling.

Jongho on the other hand was close. Dangerously close. He somehow bought himself to a stop and pulled his cock out of your mouth. You gasped for air as you continued to rub your pussy.

Your actions we’re not ignored as you were given your next order.

“Take those panties off and lay back.” You obeyed instantly spreading your legs for him

He eyed you pussy hungrily as he pressed his thumb to your clit. You shook and closed your legs not before he forced them back open.

“Don’t close unless I say.”

Your head nodded quickly. He smiled at what he accomplished. He looked up at you biting his lip.

“Tell me flower, what do you want me to do?” He asked

“Can you do what I did to you?” You whispered

He simply nodded and kissed your inner thighs teasing. He got to your pussy after littering your thighs with kisses. He drug his finger from your hole to your clit, rubbing softly when the got to the hard nub.

“Jongie....” you let out a weakened moan

“Do you want more flower?” He whispered as he rubbed your thighs calming you down

You answered yes. He leaned his face down and licked a long stripe up your slit. You gasped at the new feeling, it was honestly wonderful.

You were so sensitive and Jongho knew that and he loved it. He licked another stripe before solely focusing on your clit. His tongue flicked all over the nub at a fast pace and you didn’t want him stopping. Your legs threatened to close but Jongho held them open.

“Please don’t stop!”

He only went faster at your request. Your moans were so loud at this point and he didn’t want to stop but he couldn’t let you cum just yet do like before he pulled away.

You whined and pouted, angry because he stop just when your high was soon to be reached.

“Jongiiieee!” Your inner brat was coming out

“Don’t be bratty flower.” He answered back opening your legs or at least trying to

“Open flower.” He smiled

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Y/n.” That stern tone was back and it made your knees go weak

He noticed this and it turned him on so much. You were so submissive and he dominated you completely. He pried your legs open to see some of your wetness spread.

He bit his lip and looked down.

“Flower I don’t have any condoms.”

You had to think of something quick. You both needed and wanted this.

“Just cum on my stomach it’s okay.” You answered putting you leg up on the back of the couch

“Before I go in are you completely sure? We can stop right here if not.” You looked deep into his eyes

“Yes Jongie completely sure.” He smiled at your answer as he began to line himself at your entrance

You bit your lip in slight fear but also in anticipation. He rubbed his tip against your soaked slit opening your lips.

“You ready? It’s going to hurt.” He asked one more time

You let out a deep breath and nodded yes. He held your hands and pushed into you slowly. You bit your lip at the pain and tears started to form in your eyes.

“You’re so tight and wet.” He groaned

He fully pushed in and he sat there letting you get use to him.

“You okay? I didn’t hurt you too bad did i?”

“I’m okay!” You smiled and wiped your tears once he let your hands go

“Can I move?”

“Yeah.”

He started to move in and out of you slowly, picking up the pace as he goes along. Moans started to fall from both of you as the pain turned into complete pleasure.

“Can you move faster please?” You asked

His only response was lifting your leg on to his shoulder allowing him to go as deep as possible. His pace picked up soon after. He was pounding into gently and it felt so good.

You were soon starting to feel an unfamiliar knot in your stomach. He was starting to twitch inside of you and you could feel it. The knot in your stomach started to grow and it felt like it was going to burst. Little did you know that knot was your building orgasm and you needed it.

“I think I’m about to come!” You moaned out loudly

He could only groan in response. Your knot got as big as it could get and it suddenly bursted making you scream in pleasure.

Jongho followed soon after. His strokes were getting sloppy and he stay in any longer. He got as close as he could then he pulled out and came on your stomach. He slid it back in helping you ride out your high.

He pulled out completely smiling down at your shocked state. His eyes followed down your body to the pool of cum sitting on your stomach.

“Let me clean this up.” He grinned at you getting up heading to the kitchen for a paper towel

You sat up on your elbows taking in what just happened. You looked around the room seeing that it returned to normal after seeing stars a few minutes ago. Jongho returned with the paper towels. He began wiping your stomach.

Your eyes met with his enjoying this sweet moment of silence. You two could only stare and blush at each other like before.

“You okay flower?” He asked throwing out the paper towel in nearest garbage can

“I’m fine just a little sore.” Your smile turned into a wince as you swung your legs off the couch

“Be careful I don’t want you being in pain.” He held your hand starting to guide you

“No no I’m okay really.” You reassured him

You started to slightly limp to the bathroom. Jongho followed behind making sure you were okay. You giggled feeling his presence behind you.

“Just to let you know the pot is burnt so we might have to order food.” You both started to laugh

“Are you still staying the night?” You asked remembering why he came to your apartment in the first place

“Yeah. Do you want me to leave flower?” You just grinned knowing how upset he was going to be at what you said next

“Of course not, stem.” He glared at you and of course you just laughed

“Let’s just shower and forget that stupid nickname.” He answer so plainly

“Fix your face stem or else you’ll be showering alone.”

He put on a fake smile eliciting a light chuckle from you. The rest of that night included movies, food, and well of course, Flower and Stem.

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dialovers-translations · 3 years

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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE BLOOD Vol.8: Sakamaki Subaru [Track 3+4]

Original title: 警告 & 死にたいのか

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, Blood Vol. 8: Sakamaki Subaru [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Takashi Kondou

Translator’s note: My proofreader actually commented on this as well, but there’s A LOT of heavy breathing in this CD. Definitely watch this one with headphones or people will give you weird looks, haha. xD Subaru’s tsundere-level is still going strong, but he does give in and suck the MC’s blood in this one. She seems more willing to let him compared with some of the other boys though. I remember in Kanato & Laito’s CDs in particular, I just felt so bad for the MC because they just forced themselves on her. > <

Track 1+2 ll Track 3+4 ll Track 5+6 ll Track 7+8 ll Track 9+10

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Track 3: Warning

*Rustle*

“Haah...The fuck are you doin’...? Didn’t I tell you to keep your hands to yourself...?”

You offer him your blood.

“Hah...? If I’m thirsty...I should just have some of your blood? ...Kuh...Ugh...I refuse! I’m not that weak... that I’d give in and give you exactly what you want.”

You seem worried.

[00:33] “...Mind your own business. ...These wounds...there’s just some scratches. It’s nothin’ you should worry ‘bout. ーー Anyway, haven’t I told you this a million times before!? Who do you take me for!? ...I’m...a Vampire...so...kuh...A human such as yourself...means absolutely nothin’ to me...!”

You frown.

“When you offer me your blood like that...It’s just fuckin’ annoyin’...You should just hand it over without resisting...when I’m the one who asks for it!”

You move closer.

*Rustle rustle*

[01:31] “...!? Oi...? What are you doin’...Holdin’ out your wrist like that...Fuck! Piss off already...It’s like you’re...lookin’ straight inside my head...Haah, haah...Yeah, exactly! You’re absolutely right! They got me pretty good...Whatever! Put that hand away!”

You hesitate.

“I’m...hella pissed off right now...I’m thirsty as well...I just don’t have the time for you right now.”

You move a little closer again.

[02:27] “Stay back! ...I honestly don’t know...what I’m capable of right now...If you don’t want to get messed up, then don’t touch me! Don’t make me sound like a broken record! Haah, haah...Kuh...Argh...Haah, haah...”

You tell him you’ve strenghtened your resolve.

“Why...? Why are you so insistent on...? ...Ugh...I’m parched...Why is this thirst so strong...?”

*Rustle*

[03:11] “Che...Don’t come cryin’ to me afterwards...I really can’t guarantee what’ll happen to you...I probably won’t be able to stop...nor listen to what you say...Are you willin’ to take the risk regardless...?”

You nod.

*Rustle*

“Hehe...”

*Rustle*

“You’re quite the freak...Your blood is extremely delicious, I can’t imagine somethin’ I’d rather eat...So I might not be able to stop...Especially right now...I can’t hold myself back...But you still don’t mind...do you?”

You give him permission.

[04:18] “Hehe...Then come...If we can’t get out of this place...Then I guess I don’t have much else to do...than indulge in your blood here...”

He licks your wrist.

“Hah...I can feel your pulse...underneath the skin of your wrist...”

*Rustle rustle*

[04:49] “Are you yearnin’ for me as well...?”

Subaru bites you.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Haah...Ahn...Haah, haah...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Haah...Fuck! That’s why...I was against this...! I can feel myself losin’ control...!　Haah, haah...I might just...kill you on instinct...”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

[05:39] “Hah...Argh...Haah, haah...It’s so good...Delicious...as if it’s...soothing the pain of my wounds...I warned you, didn’t I? I told you to keep your hands off me... and that I couldn’t take responsibility for my own actions. ...Show me your other hand as well. I’ll plunge my fangs inside. I’ll overwrite...any marks left behind by some other guy with my own.”

*Rustle*

[06:22] “Hurry...Give it to me!”

*Rustle*

“Hah..! Haah...”

He bites you again.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Ah...Shit...! I must look utterly pathetic right now...Shit...But I can’t stop regardless...!

*Gulp gulp*

[07:02] “Haah, haah...Oi, are you alright...? Aren’t you fallin’ apart as well? ...Why are you acceptin’ this shit...!? ...Are you an idiot? Or have you become self-destructive? Oi...Say somethin’...! ...Or do you think it’s interestin’...how I’m all desperate for your blood like this...?”

*Rustle*

“Hahn...”

*Gulp gulp*

[07:45] “More...Come closer...Submit your...everythin’ to me...Hahn...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Hah...!”

Track 4: Do You Have a Death Wish?

“Haah...No matter how much I try and hide it...I guess I have no other choice but to admit it...It pisses me off butーー you’re my...ugh...Haah, haah...”

You grow worried.

[00:27] “Aah...It’s nothin’...My injuries are achin’, that’s all...Haah, haah...Somethin’ doesn’t feel right...If they were tinglin’ a lil’, it wouldn’t be a big deal...but I don’t get that same sense of satisfaction I usually do when suckin’ your blood...It does for a split second, but then the thirst hits me again right after...Hah...What should I call this feelin’...? It’s different from impatience...It feels like I’m bein’ kept on my toes...Haah, haah...That’s why I’m dangerous today...Even right now...Ugh...”

*Crumble crumble*

“We should try and...find a way out somehow...”

*Crumble crumble*

“Ugh...Kuh...Haah, haah...Help me out as well...”

*Rustle*

“If only...Yes...If only I can get you out of here...Ugh...”

Subaru continues to struggle to break free.

[02:08] “They’re...after you, aren’t they? In that case...I will...with my very own hands...Ugh, fuck!”

*THUD*

*Shatter*

“...Ah!?”

*Crumble crumble*

“What’s this...? We can’t get out...!? Does this underground cemetry...not have an entrance to begin with!? Ugh...”

*Thud*

“Fuck...What’s goin’ on...!? Haah, haah...I’m fine...but I doubt you can say the same, right? ...Now keep your hands off me...”

*Rustle*

[03:06] “Did you not hear me just now!? ...Ah, shit! Haah, haah...If you stay with me...Haah, haah...You’re definitely gonna end up with holes all over your body...Right now...Haah, haah...I can’t control this urge...of wantin’ to just wreck you entirely...So don’t be reckless by tryin’ to approach me like that...Ugh...

[03:41] Haah, haah...There’s that feelin’ again...As if I’m bein’ controlled by some outside force...From the second I catch a glimpse of you, I find myself cravin’ you...Haah, haah...Aah...Ugh...It doesn’t matter if this is just part of my instincts or not...I can’t help but want you so badly...Ugh...”

You try and approach him once more.

“...So that’s why I’m tryin’ to warn you to stay away!”

You shake your head.

[04:21] “Haah, haah...What do you mean...’You don’t mind...?’ ...Haah, if you don’t mind bein’ destroyed by me...Does that mean you have finally lost your mind as well? Hah...If you’re just trying to pity me, then let me tell you ー there’s no point. I...don’t make me repeat myself again but...I don’t have the time for you right now...It’s annoyin’...! I’m not playin’ along with this ‘pity act’ of yours! If you understand that...Then get out of my sight already!”

You refuse.

[05:12] “Hah? You can’t...? Make it work somehow! If not...!”

You embrace him.

“...!? O-Oi...What are you doin’...? G-Get away...from me already...! Hurry...! Aah...Ugh...I told you that...I can’t hold back...Didn’t I...!?”

You tell him you don’t care what happens to yourself.

[05:45] “Don’t be spoutin’ irresponsible crap...claimin’ you don’t care ‘bout your own wellbein’...I ーー do care! ...However...I can’t stop myself from desirin’ you either...I must have gone pretty mad myself as well...Ugh...Argh...I refuse to...play into their hands though...!”

You grow worried.

[06:23] “...What? If it’s painful...? Hell yeah I’m sufferin’! Can’t you tell!? Your blood’s right there, up for grabs! ...Of course it’s risky...That’s why I keep on tellin’ you... to keep your distance...Do you want to die or somethin’...!?”

You still offer your blood to him.

“Ugh...Fuck...Cut it out already...!! I won’t let you go...until I’ve killed you...Of course, if you don’t mind dyin’, that changes everythin’...Hah...”

*Rustle rustle*

“The blood’s...dribbling down your wrist...Haah, haah...”

He laps it up.

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

[07:34] “It’s sweet...So, what are you playin’ at? ...I seriously won’t take responsibility. If this is what you want, then I tooーー ...Come on, tell me. Where do you want me to suck you? Tell me...where you want my fangs.”

You answer.

[08:12] “Your neck? Hehehe...I see. Gotcha. Don’t come cryin’ to me afterwards though. You brought this all...upon yourself...Haah, haah...”

*Rustle*

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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meltwonu · 4 years

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 5]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, use of toys(sybian), squirting, the long awaited chapter 5 😳💕 do they finally meet?!?!?!?! hehehehehehe also sorry for not being able to post this yesterday, had a busy week and when I tell ya I woke up at 3pm today 😗 💕💕💕💕 as always, thank you so much for your continued interest!! I'm already writing ch 6 and im SOOOO EXCITEDDDD hHEHEHEHEEHEH 💕💕💕💕💕 HAVE A GREAT REST OF YOUR WEEKENDS! 🍒

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - ?

“You guys! I--you have to see this!”

You can’t wipe the smile off of your face when you shimmy to the side, excitedly showing off the new gift that Seungcheol had sent in the mail.

sleepy_wonu: holy hell

universe_WZ: that mustve costed hella

alphagyu97: nothin like feelin extra poor amirite lads

angelhan: it was only a matter of time before dom.cheol was untouchable lol

You giggle slightly as you adjust the camera so that you and your new sybian are in frame. “Hey~ Don’t say that!! Y’know it’s not the amount of money you spend on me… I’m glad you guys are always here with me~” The sound of coins clinking goes off in the back as you read a few more comments.

dom.cheol: well princess, don’t u wanna show them how you use your new toy? ;)

tangerine_kwan: fuck i bet it can get u to cum so fuckin fast

hoshi_tiger_xx: yessss

dom.cheol has donated $100

hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $50

“Hmm~ How many times do you think I can cum with this? Oh! Why don’t we do this~” You pause, sliding your wet panties down your legs before tossing the material to the side. You grin, swinging a leg over the toy until you’re straddling it. “Rapid fire question! Whoever guesses the right amount of orgasms I can take before I call quits… Wins a special unreleased photoset of me! Go!”

dom.cheol: 5

universe_WZ: 4

sleepy_wonu: 6

angelhan: 3 artist8hao: 5

alphagyu97: everyone took all the good numbers already!!! 7!!!!!

gentleman_josh95: DMAN IT 3

tangerine_kwan: 8, fuck

kitty_junjun: ugh i was gonna say 4!!!!

xcaliburDK: i was gonna say 5!!!!

therealchan99: 2? thats so low tho….

chwenon: as if anyone is gonna say 1, lmao. Uh 6…. If sleepy_wonu happens to disappear

hoshi_tiger_xx: im gonna say 10, but… seems… risky

Reaching for the remote, you situate yourself until the raised part of the toy sits directly on your clit. A shiver runs up your spine at the feeling; already excited for what’s in store. “Um, to be fair I haven’t tried it myself yet so I’m not sure either... Hehe, but I guess we’ll find out together, huh?”

Gulping, you set the sybian to its lowest setting, the air getting knocked out of your lungs immediately as your body lurches forward. “H--holy shit!” The vibrations are already harsh on the lowest setting; your fingers gripping the remote tightly as you try to adjust to the feeling. “O--oh my g-god, I--”

dom.cheol: aww can ur cute lil clit take it?

xcaliburDK: maybe one of the lower numbers was right lol…

The moans spill freely from your lips, garbled noises getting lost in the mix when you start to grind against the vibration. “Fuck, it--it feels suh--so good, hah, already feel like ‘m gonna cum…” You whine, already getting lost in the pleasure. For a second, you’re tempted to raise the vibration intensity but you hold back, letting your wetness coat the toy as you continue to grind down onto it. The sound of donations and comments sound fuzzy to your ears; only the sound of the sybian buzzing reminding you that the camera was still even on.

“Ngh, g-god, I’m--I’m gonna cum!”

tangerine_kwan has donated $75

xcaliburDK has donated $50

dom.cheol has donated $200

dom.cheol: cmon, lets see that pretty pussy cum

Your legs shake as you cum, only a squeak coming out of your mouth as you lurch forward atop the toy. The grip you have on the remote loosens while simultaneously trying to turn it off in the midst of your orgasm.

dom.cheol: awww cumming so hard on the first setting? Cute

therealchan99: lol baby is in trouble now

angelhan: maybe 3 was right lmao

“I--a-ah, fu--fuck!” You cry, shaky fingers finally managing to shut the toy off. Your body immediately untenses; chest heaving with how sensitive you already were and it had only been your first orgasm and the lowest setting of the toy. “O-oh my g-god, I--I didn’t know i-it was that s-strong…” You mumble, body buzzing with the remnants of your orgasm.

sleepy_wonu: well mr dom.cheol did pay top dollar

gentleman_josh95: imagine if u had this for yesterdays show lol

“Oh god, if--if I had this for yesterday’s show, I would’ve been too boneless to do today’s show!” You laugh airily, slowly grinding against the toy already. “It feels really nice though… I’m already super curious about how strong the other settings are…” Trailing off, you reach for the remote again, throat dry as you fiddle with the knob.

kitty_junjun: what if u set it to the max setting

chwenon: idk if her cute lil body could take it

dom.cheol: its okay baby, take ur time. I wanna see how sensitive that pussy of yours can get

“But ‘m already so sensitive~ I dunno how much more I can take~” You tease, biting your lip when all the comments flooding the chat are words of encouragement.

You knew when you started camming that it’d be no easy job. Building up your fanbase and subscriber count had taken you months upon months to even get within the thousands and camming was physically exhausting. Some days your viewer counts were low and some days they were above average and sometimes you didn’t make as much in one show than another.

tangerine_kwan: was therealchan99 right with 2 then? Heh

therealchan99: finally FINALLY ITS MY TIME TO SHINE

Giggling, you slowly start turning the knob; body twitching when the vibrations kick in at full force.

Seungcheol watches in amazement at the way your body jerks atop the machine.

He can see the way your legs twitch unbearably when you cum for the third time; your brows furrowed at the intensity of the vibrations and your taut body when you can barely manage to turn the machine off.

Licking his lips, he slowly thrusts up into his closed palm, spreading the precum down his shaft as he watches you catch your breath.

“I--ngh, fuh--fuck, I---I don’t--don’t know if I--I can cum a-again…”

Seungcheol moans at your breathy whimpers; the arousal in his body pooling up quickly when he sees the fucked out expression in your eyes. His eyes flit to the wetness that coats the silicone portion of the toy, smirking when he realizes how much you really seemed to enjoy the gift he’d gotten you.

Mentally patting himself on the back, he praises himself for making the right decision.

angelhan: please tlel me im the winner im begging

universe_WZ: NO

dom.cheol: is the princess tired already? ;)

You catch your breath, not wanting to give up despite how fuzzy your head was getting and how much your body was buzzing. “I dunno… We still haven’t tried the last setting, you guys… And I’m just so curious...” You whisper, hazy eyes staring into the camera.

hoshi_tiger_xx: god u look so pretty like this, all fucked out

artis8hao: right? fuck, id kill to be that guy who can get u off like this

xcaliburDK: goddamn same

The sound of coins clinking mixes with the ringing in your ears; fingertips already on the knob of the remote.

You take a deep breath, letting the adrenaline kick in as you quickly set the knob to the highest setting, a high pitched cry spilling from your lips when you let go of the remote in favor of holding onto the machine instead. Grinding down onto it, you meet the toy's harsh vibrations as it quickly forces another orgasm out of you in the matter of seconds.

Choked cries spill from your lips as your entire body tenses up; body twitching uncontrollably as you cum for the fourth time. You lean back with whatever energy you have left, bracing yourself on the back of the toy as you relieve your swollen clit of the buzzing machine. Your orgasm refuses to stop and you can already tell how obscenely wet everything’s gotten when your head starts to clear.

alphagyu97: fuck you squirted all over the toy baby

universe_WZ: fuck fucki fuck

universe_WZ: wait did i winf kjfhdsjk

You shakily slide off of the machine, resting on your side as the machine still buzzes with life next to you. Your entire body won’t stop shaking, head muddled as you fight the urge to shut your eyes and sleep for the next 5 days. “I’m--I--” You whimper, still feeling the phantom vibrations between your legs.

“I--ho--holy fuck, I, w-wow, I--I don’t--that--I’m, I’m just… wow.”

dom.cheol has donated $400

dom.cheol: knew you’d like it ;)

universe_WZ: THAT MEANS I WON

universe_WZ has donated $150

angelhan has donated $150

therealchan99: well, at least some of us got close

hoshi_tiger_xx: fuckin speak for urself man i said /10/

You end the show after letting ‘universe_WZ’ know you’ll contact him soon, shutting your eyes as you lay on your soiled sheets.

You can still feel your fingertips twitching when your eyes slide shut, chest heaving in deep breaths as you try to relax yourself, momentarily cursing yourself for pushing your body too far for tonight’s show.

Groaning, you reach for your phone, the screen lighting up with a text from Seungcheol, a simple ‘don’t forget to drink water ;)’ in your notifications and you can’t help but pout.

Seungcheol was nice, almost too nice. Definitely not in a murderer kinda way though, you think.

He bought you expensive gifts and never asked for anything in return which made you feel bad sometimes. And while the donations and tips you’d made through your camshows was enough to get by with, Seungcheol’s generous donations helped you always make your rent and bills on time without worrying if you’d have enough or not.

You quickly text him back with a smile on your face; hoping that he’ll like what you had to offer.

Seungcheol feels the exact same way he did when you first contacted him offering him a free show, except maybe ten times worse. At first, he’d been a little sad that he hadn’t won your quick little game but this made up for it 20-fold.

The six simple words read ‘want to meet up next friday?’, a small heart emoji next to the question and he’d almost thrown his phone when he read it, hands shakily responding with a simple ‘I’d love to.’ to make it seem like he was calm when he was most definitely not.

His immediate next order of business after replying was to text Namjoon despite how late into the night it already was, begging for the day off and offering to take any shifts or pay cuts in exchange for it.

All he needed was one day and he swore he’d never miss a day of work ever again.

Namjoon responds with a quick ‘sure, why not’, momentarily confusing him as to why his boss was awake while simultaneously sending Seungcheol into complete panic when he realizes he finally gets to meet you.

The week goes by extremely quickly to Seungcheol; his mood on a completely different level when he offers to pick up Yoongi’s Sunday shift without a complaint. He cleans up all the messes around the roller rink and even offers to do jobs that aren’t his which have Jeongguk raising a brow at the older male.

In the days that lead up to your meeting, Seungcheol looks up a few cafes that you might be interested in and even goes to get an STD exam, not that he’s expecting anything. Safety first, he says.

Your Wednesday show comes and goes, Seungcheol too excited to even get off when he watches you and he even donates an extra $600 at the end of the show; travel spending money, he offers.

And Thursday comes without a hitch and he all but skips to the employee backroom once his shift is over, humming a tune while he changes out of his uniform.

“Hey hyung, no offense, but are you okay?” Jeongguk rests against the locker next to Seungcheol’s open one, brow raised at the blue haired male that beams back at him. “I’m scared, why are you so… giddy. You even offered to take Yoongi-hyung’s weekend shift? What the hell was that about? I’ve never seen him that giddy either. Man, this place is getting weird, maybe I should quit...”

Seungcheol can’t help but laugh, patting Jeongguk on the shoulder before shutting his locker.

“I have an important meeting tomorrow, that’s all. And don’t quit, ‘cause who else is gonna give me free food.”

While the excitement had him since Saturday, now that it was finally Friday, he was downright nervous.

The two of you had agreed to meet at 2PM in front of the cafe that Seungcheol had picked out and you’d gotten a hotel in town to make it easier on yourself instead of trying to get back to your place too late. Seungcheol had offered to come pick you up, but you had politely declined; instead opting to meet him first before letting him do anything else for you.

And by nature, Seungcheol gets to the cafe 15 minutes early, fidgeting and continuously running his fingers through his hair as he patiently waits. He can feel his palms getting sweaty when he rubs them against his jeans, mentally trying to keep calm and his head floods with all sorts of thoughts; mainly, how he even got into this position with you in the first place. And he gets so distracted that he doesn’t realize you’d be standing watching him zone out for the last 5 minutes.

“Wow, not sure what’s got you so focused but you’re standing so still!”

Seungcheol hears your cute airy laugh that follows, a cherry blush on his cheeks when his eyes meet your smiling face. “I--oh my god…” He whispers, taking in your appearance.

He feels his face buzzing, fingers twitching when he sees you in a cute simple sundress. “W-wow, you--you’re just… so beautiful. I mean, you’re beautiful on cam too but just, wow, in person? Incredible.” The blush reaches his ears when he realizes he’s rambling, a nervous laugh spilling out of his lips.

“S--sorry, I, uh, usually I’m more chill than this but y’know…” He trails off, to which you nod. You step closer to Seungcheol and he gets a hint of your sweet smelling perfume, mentally groaning when your cute eyes peer up into his.

“That’s okay! I totally understand~ I’m kinda nervous myself too, to be honest…” You pause, a pink blush coating your own cheeks. “But let’s talk over some food, huh?”

Seungcheol doesn’t want to pry, but he’s not sure if he should address you as ‘Cherry’ in person, or if he should avoid calling you by anything at all.

He watches as you go through the cafe’s menu, biting the inside of his cheek as he itches to ask.

“‘Cheol… I can feel you staring, y’know.. Penny for your thoughts?” You ask, concerned eyes meeting his nervous ones.

“I just-- Sorry, I didn’t mean to be awkward, I just was wondering how I should address you in person? I don’t want to overstep my bounds, I know you don’t put your real name out there so…”

You place your menu down, closing it before leaning on your palms atop the small table. Seungcheol is cute, too cute, you think. You knew this would be a question when the two of you eventually met and you had given yourself the time to get used to the idea that he’d know your real name.

He eyes hyperfocus on your glossy lips, watching as you say your name for him for the first time.

Seungcheol’s heart threatens to beat out of his chest when he hears it; repeating it over and over in his head before he says it out loud.

“Wow, it sounds nice when it’s you saying it~” You tease, leaning back in your chair. “I don’t mind if you call me by my name, by the way! The pet names are cute but maybe we should keep that to the bedroom~” You end in a whisper, winking at the male.

Fuck, he thinks, just as his cock throbs at your comment. He really wishes you wouldn’t say things like that because he’s weak and he knows it, especially when it comes to you. “Okay, cool! Yeah, sorry, I just---I didn’t want to overstep, I know you don’t really let that be public information.”

“Of course! And thank you, I really can’t tell you how much you’ve done for me. I really… really wouldn’t be able to do all the things that I do if it weren’t for your constant support.”

You want to say more, but the waiter comes to take your orders, cutting you off until he leaves again.

“By the way…” Seungcheol looks at you with curious eyes, lips puckered around his drink straw. “Tell me about yourself, ‘Cheollie! I feel like we didn’t really get to talk that one time!”

He swallows the water in his mouth, licking his dry lips. Here goes nothing, he thinks.

“I swear, and please don’t think I’m a loser, but I--I work at a roller rink. It’s really not cool, I’m not some high paid CEO or whatever, I--I just, I work hard?” Seungcheol chuckles, running a hand through his hair as he waits for your reply.

“Wait, that’s so cool! Oh my gosh, I kinda wanna go!”

The surprise washes over Seungcheol, eyes wide as saucers when he hears you saying you’d want to visit his workplace. “Wuh---wait, seriously!?”

“Yeah! It’s kinda, like, retro! I haven’t been to one since I was a kid!” He quickly offers to bring you to the roller rink on Sunday so you could have somewhere to hang out while you were in town.

“And sadly, I took a shift on Sunday so you can hang with me while I work.”

Seungcheol grins, watching as you jokingly roll your eyes at him. “So you did it on purpose, huh…” The two of you share a laugh, glad that your first meeting seemed to be going okay so far.

“Well, I mean, if it makes you feel any better, my best friend works the concession stand so I’ll make sure to get you a free pair of skates and food whenever you want?”

“It’s a deal!”

The two of you continue to talk over your late lunch, Seungcheol telling you of the various work hijinks he’d gone through at his time working at the roller rink.

“Which, by the way, that morning show you did… Hope you know I holed up in the restroom for an entire hour for that ‘lil stunt.”

You can’t help the tears that fall from your eyes when you laugh, only feeling slightly bad for the blue haired male. “But I told you! Sometimes it’s just like that, y’know~” You tease back, heart blooming at the way you and Seungcheol got along.

In all honesty, there’d been something on your mind since you first sat down and you didn’t know when the right time to ask was, or if it was even appropriate.

The smile slips from your face as you bite the inside of your cheek in thought.

Seungcheol takes the bill from the waiter, slipping his card into the holder before you can even offer. But he notices the way your expression falls, noting the hesitance in your eyes when he looks at you from across the table.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” His voice is gentle, soft and caring when he leans over the table to make sure you’re alright.

“Yeah! Just---Can I ask you for a favor?”

#cherrybomb!cheol #seungcheol smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #scoups smut #scoups scenarios #scoups imagines #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol scenarios #svt scenarios #svt imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #scoups #seungcheol

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Heyyy. With all this supposed romantic jealousy and like you said ‘dick measuring’ game that Nick and Rio are playing, I think about the scene in the car after Beth got Rio arrested and Nick got him out. Rio said: “so what do you want to do about [Beth?] and Nick said “not what you want to do.” This scene makes it seem like they have a plan that they’re BOTH in on to deal with Beth. I’m at first I thought they were playing good cop/bad cop (I still think they are) but now Rio is clearly uncomfortable with Nick’s plan. What the fuck is going on because I am confused?

Also do you think the dynamic between Nick and Rio will become clearer by the finale? They seem to have a very complex relationship and wow, who would have thought utilising one of your best and most underused character that LITERALLY DRIVES THE WHOLE MAIN PLOT would make the show interesting again 🤔

Hi, doll! Ok, you’re gonna have to bear with me because my brain is messy at the best of times and I’ve had a non stop headache since yesterday morning, so making sense of my thoughts is hella difficult right now lol. I’m just gonna break this up into sections to help me keep track of everything!

P.s. I’m sorry this got long 🥴

Rio and Nick’s dynamic

So, from what we’ve seen so far, Nick is extremely narcissistic, manipulative, and selfish. In my opinion, he doesn’t really seem to have a very strong sense of self or morality, he just becomes whoever he needs to, in order to achieve the goal at hand. Whether it’s kissing ass at the golf club, playing politics, or having Rio thrown in jail/beaten with a stool. He’s always thinking about the long game, always about the bigger picture, he likes to use every situation/person to his advantage. He seems to have some sort of resentment and/or jealousy towards Rio and that comes out a lot in his desire to take from Rio. He took his dreams of being a boxing a boxer, his freedom, trivial stuff like the burger and the basketball. I also think he wants to take Beth but they’ve not made it clear in what capacity he wants to take her. Whether it’s because he’s clocked that Rio has/had genuine feelings for her, or because he thinks Beth is a business asset. Either way, he sees that Beth is a sore spot and he’s going to keep pushing as a way to exert power and feel like a man.

Rio, on the other hand, likes to see immediate results, and he can be pretty impulsive. He’s also very self-assured, he is who he is and he doesn’t change that for anyone. He literally has a giant tattoo across his throat which he displays proudly because he doesn’t care how anyone else sees him. But he has a natural charm and charisma that he can use when he needs it, without having to become a completely different person. I think he’s a very emotional person, regardless of how much he tries to hide it, which can make him pretty reactive to situations – see: basically every interaction with Beth.

They’re wildly different people and this would cause conflict in itself because they immediately want to handle situations differently, like with Annie being kidnapped. The girls owed him money, Rio was mad about it, and he wanted an immediate resolution to that problem, whereas Nick didn’t care so much about the short-term financial issues, in comparison to the long-term benefit to him of keeping Beth onside. Within their organisation, the structure is still kinda murky because he doesn’t seem to be the boss, but then he does and ehhh. Supposedly Rio handles all the illicit stuff and then Nick pushes through city contracts to shell corporations he owns and also makes money from that, as well as keeping Rio out of jail. The actual power imbalance between them still irks me because Nick is literally a councilman. He has no real clout. There’s no reason for him to have such a hold over Rio, especially when Rio knows exactly what Nick is and he also knows that Nick wouldn’t have dick without him. But I digress.

The conversation in the car

I definitely think that conversation is very relevant to what’s happening with Beth right now. In that moment, I think Rio wanted revenge, plain and simple but he was also thinking long term. I don’t think he was planning on going out to kill her, but that’s where Nick’s mind went because he severely underestimates how much of a “big picture guy” Rio can be hence telling Rio, “not what you want to do”. Presumably, there would’ve been a discussion between them off screen where Nick decided exactly what was going to happen and how they were going to use her. My guess is that going forward they were basically going to play a game of ‘good cop bad cop’. Nick offers himself up as the friendly local councilman, shows concern for Beth, helps her etc, while Rio is more menacing than ever. Rio is reluctantly going along with this plan because of the stupid power imbalance, but I think he’s got something up his sleeve. I think the discomfort we’re seeing from Rio stems from their difference in opinion on how to handle Beth, Rio chafing under Nick’s control and also the resentment Rio holds because of Nick’s constant routine of taking what’s his. I kinda spoke about it in this post.

Last time Beth got Rio arrested, he shot Dean - he’s not shy when it comes to payback. Typically, he’s always quite reactive to situations and that can (has) come to bite him in the ass but he knows this. He was there. He knows that every time he pushes Beth, she pushes back with equal force, so he needs to immobilise her. While Nick just wants to use Beth to benefit himself financially, by using her to push through contracts for shell corporations etc, I think Rio wanted to kill two birds with one stone. He can use Beth as a shield for his business and make money off her, then later on, I think he probably wants to use her to get rid of Nick and potentially let Beth go down with him as payback for her betrayal (at least, I think that was his original plan but he may soften to her and end up forming an alliance once Nick is out of the picture).

Romantic Jealousy?

As for the jealousy, it’s still not the word I’d choose to describe Rio. It probably fits, to a degree, but I always associate it with pettiness and wanting stuff you don’t have - i.e. Nick. With Rio, it feels more possessive over what he already has because he knows Nick wants to take it. This now extends to Beth because she was and is his, at least in a business sense. I don’t think he’s ever been particularly jealous of her in their personal relationship because neither of them ever truly gave into whatever it was. In business, she worked for him, she answered to him, if she needed help – she came to him, and he’s created that dynamic with Beth by keeping her isolated from his wider organisation. He was effectively trying to mentor her and make her in his image. Now, Nick comes along and suddenly Beth’s going to Nick for help, Beth’s doing what Nick says, and she’s looking to Nick as a mentor. So, once again, Nick is taking what belongs to Rio. That’s why I think he reacted the way he did in the strip club. He realised that he was about to lose to Nick again, and he wasn’t willing to let that happen, so he pulled out the ol’ carrot and stick. He took her money away as a punishment, made her think on her feet, and then rewarded her for a job well done. He showed her that she doesn’t need Nick because then Nick has no hold over her. He’s showing Beth that she can get shit done on her own, but also reminding her that he essentially made her what she is. He taught her. He believed in her. He asked her what she gained from being on the city council and doing what Nick tells her, knowing full well she gets fuck all out of it because he knows Nick. Then he gave her a reward to make ‘team Rio’ all the more appealing. Yes, there could well be some romantic feelings under that but I don’t think that’s what’s driving Rio right now. I think this is firmly about him and Nick, while Beth has become another toy for them to fight over.

#rio x nick #good girls nbc #rio good girls #nbc good girls #beth boland #brio #gg season 4 #rio x beth

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watermelonsugawara · 4 years

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oh ya baby write me some nsfw jealous atsumu 🥵🥵 mwuah mwauh

AE RA kamusta ka na mahal!!! this shit took me forever sorry,, i got carried away LMFAOJSKGJDFG

is it obv im whore knee!!!!!!!!! i hope u like it,,, bitch im nervous

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❥ warnings: nsfw lets get spicy under the cut babyyyyyy; choking, fingering,,, das it srry maybe next time

❥ character: jealous!atsumu x fem!reader

❥ summary: Atsumu knows you’re the most beautiful woman at the gala, but that doesn’t mean he’s willing to share.

❥ a/n: first actual smut smut so ya dont bully me!!!! WTF THIS GOT LONG SORRY???

Also!! lets just play along w my stupid brain and assume atsumu got hella bands and this is a big gala so they had to have a limo,,, i may or may not have been listening to partition while writing this….mind ur fuckin business

Also is this really jealous!atsumu or more like protective!atsumu??? A bitch got the prompt kinda wrong whatever SUE ME

❥ wc: 1.5k omfg

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You stood in front of a mirror, slipping your evening gown onto your shoulders. For your boyfriend’s charity gala, you decided to wear a simple burgundy dress, the pleated tulle fabric hugging your figure before cascading at your feet.

“Can you help me zip the back of my dress, baby?” You called out to Atsumu, who was finishing up tying his silky black tie. You felt soft kisses feathered along your spine that made you shiver as your boyfriend slowly zipped your dress.

“Don’t start, Atsumu,” you said as you turned to face him, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. You ran your hands down the lapels of his suit jacket, admiring the smooth black material. He looked damn good in an all black suit, the jacket accentuating his broad shoulders and his black button-down hugging his muscular chest. The only thought going through your mind at the moment was to rip it all off, subconsciously taking your bottom lip between your teeth at the idea.

“We haven’t even left the house yet princess, keep looking at me like that and we won’t even make it to the damn limo.” Atsumu said to you in a low voice, noticing the way your gaze lingered just a little too long. You tried your best to shrug it off, rolling your eyes at the comment. You wanted to take him up on that challenge, but instead you walked past him to slip into your heels and head out to the gala.

When you arrived, you two were greeted by Atsumu’s teammates and their dates. You were too engrossed in conversations to see the other men staring at you, but Atsumu did not miss a beat. He quickly noticed how everyone in the venue seemed to hold their breath as you walked into the room, the elegant fabric flowing down your legs and the bustier hugging your chest in an almost sinful manner. With your arms linked, the two of you made your way to the bar to grab glasses of wine. Atsumu became quite annoyed by the glances constantly being thrown your way, unconsciously pulling you closer to him. You were a sight to see, but Atsumu’s patience was wearing incredibly thin.

As the night went on, Atsumu got sidetracked in conversations with donors, thanking them for supporting his team. You were left alone at times, and although Atsumu never trailed too far away from you, the other men at the gala used this opportunity to try and talk to you.

You feel a warm but unfamiliar hand on your arm and you turn around to face a man you have a hard time recognizing. It’s a little more confusing now that these volleyball players are up close and in formalwear, rather than farther away on a volleyball court in uniform. You think he’s a setter, but your thoughts are cut off by his next words.

“Are you here alone?” He asked, the heavy scent of whiskey lingering from his breath. You plaster a forced smile across your face and shake your head, but you barely got to open your mouth before the man placed his hand on your waist and tugged you closer to him. You instinctively put out a hand on his chest to create space between you two that otherwise wouldn’t have existed. The man began to speak but the fear washing over you muddled your senses. You tried to push back but the man showed no signs of letting up his grip on your waist.

“Atsumu!” you nervously called out to the sea of people, trying your best not to make a scene. Your boyfriend heard your faint cry and swiftly pushed past people back to the bar where you stood, with a man holding you unnervingly close. The two of you made eye contact, his anger-filled gaze meeting your frantic one. Atsumu quickly ripped the man’s hands off of your waist and ushered you behind him. You could practically feel his anger radiating off of his body as he stared at the man.

“Don’t you ever lay a fucking hand on her again. I never want to see you near either of us, you’re a fucking goner if I ever see you again,” Atsumu spat, his fists wound so tightly his knuckles began turning white. Rage washed over Atsumu as he held back every urge to throw a punch. The stranger was taken aback by your boyfriend’s venomous words, backing away sheepishly before quickly walking out. Atsumu turned to you and his demeanor instantly shifted from angry to concerned, seeing the distressed look on your face. You were startled to say the least, but more so by the way Atsumu snapped at the man, it’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen from him before.

“Let’s go home,” you quietly said, raising the end of the sentence as if it were a question. Atsumu didn’t even answer, he was already pulling you away from the bar and towards the exit. Atsumu quickly called for the limo. He held you close to his chest as the vehicle came to a stop in front of the two of you, and you both got in.

Your bodies slouched together in the backseat, one of Atsumu’s large hands finding purchase around your waist and the other on your thigh. The warmth of his hand was strong even through the fabric of your dress, causing your cheeks to flush.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)? Did he hurt you?” Atsumu questioned and you shook your head, still a bit stunned by the interaction with the stranger. Your boyfriend cupped your cheek softly before pulling you into a soft kiss. The sweet taste of wine lingered on his tongue as the kiss became more heated, your lips parting as Atsumu’s tongue explored your mouth. You moaned into his mouth as he wrapped his hand around your neck and gently squeezed. Atsumu was first to break the kiss, desire flickering in his eyes.

“I got you, princess. You’re safe with me, always.” You grabbed Atsumu’s tie to press your lips back onto his, his hands roaming all over your body. He moved down to your neck, sucking dark marks into your skin. His hand made its way back to resting on your thigh, his thumb ghosting towards your center on top of the fabric. You felt a heat begin to build up in your stomach from Atsumu’s plush lips dancing across your skin and his thumb teasing you.

You felt Atsumu’s hand on your back, swiftly unzipping your dress and pushing down the bustier to expose your chest. His large hands palmed your breasts, taking one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around your sensitive nipple. You moaned loudly when Atsumu pulled the bud between his teeth, looking up at you with a smirk.

Atsumu pushed your thighs apart so your legs were spread, pulling the fabric of your dress up into your lap. He runs his hands slowly up your thighs towards your core, causing your cheeks to blush almost as dark as your dress. He quickly pushes the damp lacy fabric to the side, feeling your essence with one finger. You clench around nothing at the feeling of his finger brushing ever so lightly across your folds.

“Fuck, you’re so needy already, baby,” Atsumu breathed into your ear, sucking your earlobe. Atsumu brought his hand out from under your dress to in front of your face, motioning for you to open your mouth. You took his finger into your mouth and watched as Atsumu’s eyes widened, watching you taste your own juices. His jaw clenched at the feeling of your wet mouth and lips on his finger, biting back a groan. His hand quickly found purchase under your dress once again, the wet finger teasing your entrance before pushing in. Your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, his thick finger already causing endless moans to fall from your lips.

“I’m the only one who really knows how to make you feel good, isn’t that right, kitten?” Atsumu groaned, feeling your walls clench around his curled finger. Your moans and gasps were a good enough answer for him as he pushed a second finger into you, sprinkling kisses along your neck once more.

Atsumu’s cock strained against his pants, and he couldn’t help but palm himself at the sight of you. He loved seeing you like this, his long fingers putting you in a trance, unraveling from his merciless touches. Your back arched off the seat as he pumped his fingers into you feverishly. Atsumu could tell you were close to your high as you clenched around him even more, your moans becoming more erratic and desperate.

“It’s like your pussy was made for me, fuck,” Atsumu groaned, “go ahead pretty girl, let go for me.” His thumb circling over your clit, combined with a third finger making its way to your pussy sent you over the edge. You gripped your dress in your fists as you clenched around Atsumu’s fingers, his thumb still rubbing the overstimulated nub, making you shut your legs around his hand. You just barely came down from your high just as the limo pulled up to your house. As you shakily stepped out of the car, the urgency in Atsumu’s steps told you he was far from finished showing you just how well he knew your body.

#alli writes some spice #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya #haikyuu

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