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[soapisahimbo]

Three's Company - John 'Soap' MacTavish & Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Request by @st4rv1ng-m0uth:

Well I just finished reading uou nsfw alphabet for Soap and The idea you had under the dirty secret was just amazing so I would love to request threesome with Ghost and Johnny (also I think it if they kissed in the eiffel tower position that would be just *chef's kiss*)

Oh. My. God. This request was sent to me in January. I am so sorry that you had to wait this long, but I sincerely hope this makes up for the wait! This is a bit of a beast at 7200 words, which might not seem like a lot compared to some writers, but it is to me! I really, really, really hope you like it!

Contains heavy smut elements, so minors stay away!

warnings: threesome, fem!reader/female anatomy, overstimulation, soap and ghost get FILTHY with reader, eiffel tower position, oral sex, penetrative sex, semi-homoeroticism, may contain spelling errors despite checking, i fucking got carried away

You felt the world roll with a yelp and a whoosh; the floor came up to meet you, your back slammed against the mat and you knew that it was with just enough force to leave a bruise for a good week or so. Such was the way of Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley - he never actually hurt you, but he'd beat you up just enough for you to remember the lesson. To be fair though, you suspected he was going easy on you. Or, well, easier compared to the others he usually sparred with, just a tad.

With another quick sweeping motion, he pulled you by your arm to sit you up, only to slip into position behind you and wrap you up in a grip so tight you were sure that a boa constrictor would be considered child's play in comparison; one arm wrapped around your neck in a chokehold, your arm that he grabbed twisted at an uncomfortable angle, and his legs clamped around your midsection like a beartrap.

You could only hold for a few seconds before you tapped his arm with your free hand to signal submission and he released you in an instant, letting you roll over and get back up on your feet. He stood up as well, towering over you.

"I thought you said you weren't gonna let me 'fuck you over' today," he said, and you swore you could've heard a tone of mockery in his voice. The balaclava gave you a better look at his eyes than the skull-mask usually did, but it still kept any expression on his face obscured. If he even had any expressions to show.

"Shut up," you said. "You caught me off guard is all."

"Uh-huh. Isn't the whole point of this to train so you don't get caught off guard?"

Ghost had, much to your surprise, been the one to offer to train you. Not that you weren't capable, but his argument for it was that you would need to learn to take down the best and the most dangerous soldiers that you could come across on the battlefield, and he wanted to make sure you were well trained. Just learning to take down someone his size alone could be imperative to your survival. As such, the two of you had met up every other day to spar if able, and by now you had been going for at least a couple of months of the same routine.

"Well, sometimes even the best of us get caught off guard. It's just as important to learn how to regain your footing when you lose your balance as it is to keep it," you quipped, proud of your analogy.

"Well, you failed."

You sighed, planting your hands on your hips, and stared at him for a moment. "You can't just let me have a moment, can you?"

"No. You're not here to have 'moments', you're here to train. You won't be havin' any moments if you're dead."

You rolled your eyes, but you knew he had a point. "I hate it when you're right."

"It's a burden I carry much too often." He stepped away to grab a bottle of water and handed it to you. "You got cocky. You lost the second you thought you could beat me."

"Oh wow, kill my hopes and dreams, why don't you?" you mumbled sarcastically.

"Never underestimate your opponent, and never overestimate your own abilities. A bloated ego will never do you any good. If you ask me, I'd say Sergeant MacTavish has rubbed off a bit too much on you."

You noticed that he was looking past you, over your shoulder, and you turned to see the very man mentioned leaning up against the wall with a grin on his face.

"Awae widdya now, lieutenant. I swear to you I've never rubbed anythin' off on anyone. Least of all any pretty ladies." He turned his gaze to you and gave a wink.

You'd be lying if you said Soap MacTavish didn't have an effect on you. For the most part, you considered him a good and trustworthy friend, someone who you knew you could lean on in troubled times. But he was also an incessant tease with a rugged sort of charm, a man who harmlessly liked to push buttons and limits all the same, and looked at you with a certain kind of gleam in his eyes that made you feel just the tiniest little flutter in your stomach. You couldn't let him catch you checking him out, or he'd never let you hear the end of it.

"Too busy rubbing yourself," Ghost deadpanned. breaking you out of your little moment of reverie.

Soap chuckled. "You should try it, maybe it'd help you relax."

"Now now, boys," you said from behind the lip of your water bottle, about to take a sip, "play nice."

Soap stepped away from the wall to join you and Ghost on the mat. "I always play nice, wouldn't you say, lass? LT however - he might be nice to you, but he'd shove a boot up my arse at any given moment."

You scoffed. "If this is what it feels like when he's 'nice', I don't want to know what it feels like when he plays rough."

"Might get you to stay focused for once," Ghost grumbled.

"How 'bout I join in, eh?" Soap offered. "It's always good to have some variation in your life."

"You wanna teach her how to blabber her enemies to death?"

"You know I could give some good pointers."

You couldn't help but hesitate. Getting your ass handed to you by the Ghost was rough enough, but Ghost and Soap? You knew that despite all their bickering, they were a tight and dangerous pair that garnered a lot of awe and respect from their peers. On one hand, you probably couldn't find anyone better to train you even if you tried; on the other, you weren't sure how you'd make it through a session with both of them.

You heard Ghost let out a slight sigh. "Fine." He turned to you. "You go a couple of rounds with MacTavish, I'll watch, then we switch. Stay on your toes and stay. Focused."

He didn't seem to give you any say in the matter, so you were left with little other choice but to do as you were told. You put your bottle to the side, straightened the laces on your boots and took a deep breath. "Yessir."

Soap - Johnny, as he gave you special permission to call him, which otherwise seemed to be Ghost's sole privilege - made a habit of joining you for your regular sparring sessions, and while you definitely learned some very valuable lessons, they certainly put you through the ringer. You made the mistake of thinking that maybe the sergeant would have been a bit more easygoing compared to his masked counterpart, but while he kept up the usual light-hearted humour, he and Ghost gave you very little respite. You were however making improvement, so much so that even Ghost complimented you on it, so you kept your complaining to a minimum.

You couldn't help but feel like there was something hanging in the air, though. You tried to brush it off as just good-natured competition between them, but you knew that wasn't quite it. After about two months of training with them, you started to notice some interesting behaviour to say the least.

They were usually already there when you arrived, keeping a hushed conversation that quickly ended once you entered the room. Probably some confidential stuff, you thought.

They were liberal with slower walkthroughs, one always putting their hands on you to adjust your position when grappling with the other. They're just being thorough, you thought.

They kept bantering, and you couldn't help but feel like they were showing off. For you or for each other, you couldn't tell, but they had a certain way of butting heads over what to do and how to do it better than the other. That's just the way they are, you thought.

By the end of each session, it felt like something was ready to snap, but you couldn't for the life of you put your finger on it. You found yourself waiting for something to happen, but you didn't know what, and you couldn't tell if you felt relieved or disappointed when nothing did. The more that feeling kept growing, the more that snap felt ever imminent, and it didn't seem like you could do anything but brace.

It wasn't until you happened to overhear a conversation between them that the feeling seemed to gain some sort of validity. You didn't mean to snoop, but just as you were about to step through the door, you heard Johnny mention your name, and you stopped right next to the doorway.

"We'd be going against an entire library's worth of paragraphs," you heard Ghost respond to whatever he had said.

"You keep saying that, but you still haven't said that you don't want it," he scoffed. "I'm pretty sure Price has had his fair share, and I know for a fact that Gaz has."

"Fuck's sake, Johnny."

"Listen, I'm not dumb, all right?"

"I have my doubts."

"Fuck off. Look, I'm not talking about pulling some dirty tricks or trying to persuade her into doing something she doesn't want to do. If she doesn't want anything to do with it, that's it, end of story."

"Do you realize she's in our squad? This will only serve to create unnecessary complications. We are her superiors - ever stop to think about how that'll look if anyone were to find out? Get your head out of your fucking ass."

"Of course I've thought about it! I'm aware of how fucked this is. But I also know you're as deep in it as I am." There was a moment's heavy pause and you could feel it even from where you were standing.

"We're done talking about this, Johnny."

You took this as your cue to step in and found the two of them glaring at each other, but they didn't seem to notice you until you spoke up. "Done talking about what?" you said.

It was almost as if though you had poured buckets of icy water over them with how they jolted at the sound of your voice, their heads snapped in your direction and they stared at you with such wide eyes that you thought they would pop out of their sockets. If their topic of discussion hadn't sounded so serious before you entered, you probably would've laughed.

They stayed quiet and frozen for a few more moments. "Is..." you started. "Is there something I should know?"

Johnny seemed to splutter back to reality. "No! No, no, not at all, we were just-"

"How much did you hear?" Ghost interrupted, demanding but apprehensive.

You shrugged. "Enough to know you were talking about me, but that's about it." You squinted your eyes at them. "The fuck are you guys up to that you have to be this secretive about it? Are you in trouble?"

"No," said Johnny, "no, we're not in any trouble. And neither are you, we were just... discussing something."

"Uh-huh, uh-huh. Listen, if there's anything I need to know, I'd prefer it if you just told me. Especially if the two of you are gonna keep sneaking around behind my back like this."

You had never seen them this stiff and... awkward. Like two teenage boys getting caught watching porn by their mom. Their eyes flitted between each other and you, contemplating whether to tell you and how much. They seemed to come to some silent agreement before turning to you once more.

"Not here," Ghost grumbled. "We can head to my room. It's... a bit more secluded."

"An invitation to Simon Riley's private quarters?" you tried to joke. "Wow, this must be something special."

Neither of them responded, instead Ghost just stepped by you and Johnny gestured for you to follow. Walking down the halls, that feeling in the air was heavier than ever, and you still couldn't tell what it was or if it made you excited or nervous; if it was something serious or just something that they'd built up in their heads to be bigger than it actually was.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you guys were up to something illegal," you said after walking in awkward silence for far longer than you were comfortable with. "Is this the part where you tell me you've been running an underground drug ring all this time?"

Johnny chuckled. "Not illegal, technically, just..." He gave an odd glance at you. "Maybe a bit questionable."

Ghost's room was not quite what you expected it to be. Clean and tidy, well-lit, organized. You'd half-expected there to be a row of skull-masks to be hanging neatly on the wall - one for every day of the week. Or mood. Maybe he hid them in his closet.

"All right," you said, watching him take a seat at his desk. "Are you guys gonna tell me what's up?"

The men glanced at each other once more. "We, uh," Johnny began. "There's something we've been thinking about. A... proposition, of sorts?"

Ghost groaned. "Don't call it that. We're not proposing or offering anything here, all right? We just need to get this out, clear the fuckin' air."

"Fine, don't lose yer fuckin' head. Listen, we don't expect anything off of you, or think that this is something you'd want, we just don't want you to get the wrong idea or get caught up in something you don't want to be involved in."

"This is starting to sound more and more like a drug ring after all," you muttered.

"It's not, all right, I can promise you that. It's just that... after some time, LT and I feel like you've been doing very well during practice and we're quite proud of you. But we also feel like there's something we can't quite... overlook."

You couldn't get over how they were acting. Johnny was usually such a cocky and confident man, you'd never seen him struggle to find the words he wanted to say.

"Ok, and?"

"Just get to the point," Ghost grumbled.

"This isn't exactly an easy conversation here, LT, I'm tryin' to-"

"This was your fuckin' idea, Soap, you get to see it through."

"Guys-" you tried, but to no avail.

"You wouldn't be here if you didn't want it too!"

"I want you to get it out of your fuckin' system so you can shut up about it for once!"

"Go fuck yerself, you're just as involved as-"

"You're the one that has been scheming about this shit since day one, don't fuckin' pin it on me!"

"For fuck's sake!"

You honestly wished you knew what was going on, but between their arguing and your own confusion, you didn't even realize Johnny had walked up to you until he grabbed you by the wrist, pulled you to him and planted his lips on yours. You weren't quite sure what to make of this or what to focus on - his lips were far softer than you ever would've thought they'd be, and his hands, now cupping your cheeks, were far gentler than you had experienced before. He broke off just as suddenly as he'd grabbed you and you felt your head spin, gripping onto his wrists for some sort of stability.

"Whoa..." you mumbled.

"Fuckin' hell," you heard Ghost growl.

"Sorry," Johnny muttered, seemingly just as dazed as you. "I lost my cool there for a second."

You couldn't help but chuckle. You weren't sure what to make of this, but a part of you wanted to just go with it. "I mean, I didn't really mind it."

"You serious?"

"Yeah. Didn't think this was what you were going for, but it could've been worse, I guess."

His face split into a grin before he leaned in and kissed you again, more calm and controlled this time. You weren't sure how long you stood there for until you heard Ghost clearing his throat, and you flinched at the sound, blushing profusely once you remembered where you were.

"Sorry to interrupt you, lovebirds, but if this is how it's gonna go, you can just head to your own rooms."

Johnny glanced over at him. You could see the gears turning before he looked at you, planted another gentle kiss onto you lips and then turned you towards the lieutenant, placing himself behind you. He put his hands on your waist and leaned his chin against your shoulder.

"Come on now, LT. Isn't this what we came here for?"

You looked between them, watching another lazy grin appear on Johnny's face and Ghost's hands clench at the armrests on his desk-chair. Slowly, you felt it click in your head.

"This is why you guys have been acting so weird? You both have a thing for me?"

"That's one way to put it."

"So, what, you want me to choose between you or something? You guys have been having some weird competition over who gets the girl?"

Ghost stood up. "Not quite," he said. He stared at you and you couldn't quite tell if maybe there was some sort of jealousy or if he wanted to leave you be.

"It's more of a mutual desire, really," Johnny mumbled into your hair.

Ghost stepped towards you, slowly. Gently, he grabbed your chin and tilted it up and stared into your eyes. He ran his thumb along your jaw and then up to your bottom lip. "This ok?" he asked quietly.

Oh.

Oh.

It made sense now - or at least a bit more than it did before. Their weird behaviour, their conversation, the way they'd kept dancing around the point. To be fair, you would've expected the drug ring long before you'd ever thought of this.

You took a moment to think it through; this wasn't exactly something that happened every day. Just like Ghost had said earlier, this would not look good if anyone else were to find out. All three of you would end up in heaps of trouble, them possibly more than you. You knew, logically, that it was probably for the best to end it right here, to say "thanks, but no thanks", walk away and pretend like this never happened. They definitely knew this, too, but there was something about the warmth emanating from them, enveloping you; the touch, that tension in the air. That snap that had been hanging over your heads this entire time, like a rubber band pulled to its absolute limit. You knew that you should say no to this.

But how could you?

Before you even knew what you were doing, you nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, it's ok."

You could tell that they both relaxed significantly, Johnny pressing himself closer to your back and squeezing at your waist as Ghost reached up and pulled his mask off. No. Simon. You'd seen him before, but it didn't make it any less palpable to see him again.

He gave you a moment to stare at his face before he leaned in and kissed you, surprisingly much gentler than the sergeant. Your heart was already pounding and your mind was racing, not knowing what to focus on; Simon's lips on yours, Johnny's tongue at your neck, their hands caressing you all over, stroking and kneading and wandering. You didn't know what to do with your own, so they wandered as well, grabbing at their shirts, at their arms, at their hair, their belts.

"Look at this, LT," Johnny spoke softly as his hands slipped in under your shirt and up to your chest, "we had nothing to worry about."

Simon hummed into your mouth, his tongue slipping in past your lips. His hand moved downwards, cupping your mound and rubbing at it, and your hips tilted back, ass grinding right into Johnny. You broke the kiss with a gasp, leaning your head back to catch your breath.

"That feel good, bonnie?" Johnny chuckled into your ear and cupped your breasts over your bra, squeezing. "Want us to keep going?"

You nodded. "Yes! Yeah, I want- keep going."

You felt a tug and looked down to see Simon unbuckling your belt. He unbuttoned your pants, opening them up and slipping a hand right down your underwear, finding a slick heat in his wake, and your mouth fell open in a soft gasp. He groaned and rubbed circles around your hole, as if taking in the sensation of your wetness.

"Fffuck me," he whispered. "She's fucking soaked."

Johnny grabbed the bottom of your shirt and pulled it up to your chest, exposing your skin and leaning over your shoulder to get a view of what his lieutenant was doing. "Give 'er here, LT."

You watched with utter surprise and fascination as Simon pulled his hand back out from your pants, fingers glistening, and held it right up to Johnny's face, who took his fingers into his mouth without an ounce of hesitation.

"How's she taste?" Simon asked.

Johnny hummed against the hand as he sucked and licked it clean before releasing it and turned his head to look you dead in the eyes. "Like a fuckin' dream."

You whimpered as Simon ran his now wet hand over your throat, then down between your breasts, over your stomach. He then grabbed onto the hem of your pants and started pulling them down, leaving you bare.

"Oh, shit," you breathed as he knelt down in front of you.

He untied and yanked your boots off before removing your pants and underwear completely. "Lift her leg up for me, will ya, Johnny?"

Johnny shifted his weight and you felt his chest at your shoulder, holding a firm grip with his arm around your waist before he scooped up one of your legs by the crook of your knee. He grinned at you and leaned in to press his lips against yours one more, far more eager and heated than he was before. It was hard for you to focus though, as you felt Simon's large hands rub up along the inside of your thighs. Before you knew it, you felt him press his face in between your legs, and at the feeling of his lips on you, you gasped, and Johnny took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You don't know how they did it, but they seemed to work in perfect tandem. Johnny's tongue stroking against yours, Simon's tongue lapping at your pussy, driving you out of your mind with pleasure. In an attempt to ground yourself, you tried to find something to hold on to - one hand made it's way to Simon's head and grabbed a tight hold on his hair and had him groan into your core. The other found Johnny's arm around your waist, gripping and digging your nails into his skin.

You thought you felt a wet drop run down your leg and you weren't sure if it was your own or Simon's making, but he gave you very little time to consider it as he slipped a calloused finger into you. You broke away from Johnny's kiss with a moan and your head fell back against his shoulder.

He chuckled. "Y'feel good, bonnie? Is your pussy all wet and nice for us?"

You couldn't do much else but nod fervently. "Yes," you moaned, "yes, I'm-!" You felt another finger push inside and your hips canted against Simon's face. "Fuck!"

"Just like that, baby," Johnny mumbled into your ear. "Look at you now, hm? Gonna watch you cum all over his face like a good fuckin' girl."

The shivers that ran through your body at his words met with the heat at the pit of your stomach from Simon's mouth and fingers and you trembled. You thought you'd shake apart, but they held onto you so tightly that they might has well have been glued to you. You felt Simon's fingers curl inside you, finding the spot that you'd always had trouble reaching on your own, and his tongue worked between your folds and then up to your clit. The volume of the moan that left you startled you, and for a brief moment you were worried that someone else would hear, but it only seemed to spur your company on. Johnny ground his crotch against your rear with another chuckle and buried his face in your neck, licking and nibbling at your jawline as Simon sucked on your clit and pumped his fingers in and out, pushing against that spot again and again and again.

"Ah, f-fuck, fuckfuckfuck," you panted, "thi-this is s-so fucki- I'm-!"

"Breathe," Johnny groaned against your skin, "breathe. You're so good, so fuckin' good to us. Cum on his face now, bonnie, go on, cum on his face and then you can cum on our cocks, yeah?"

Another wave of shivers had you quivering in his arms. Simon pressed his face further into your pussy, grunting like a man starved with his free hand gripping onto your thigh, and Johnny moaned at you further to "cum, baby, cum for us, I promise it'll feel so good." The heat in between your thighs felt like it was starting to boil, a sort of pressure getting stronger and stronger and stronger, condensing into a white-hot pinpoint of pleasure at your core, and Johnny cooed, Simon fucked his fingers into you and you squirmed between them until the pressure finally burst and you came with a cry and a gush over Simon's hand and mouth. Your legs shook as Simon worked you through your orgasm and you surely would've collapsed if wasn't for Johnny holding you up. You couldn't stop the sounds you let out, your hips twitching and shaking, the pleasure almost becoming too much as Simon still didn't break away, and you whined trying to get away from his onslaught.

"S-Simon," you whimpered, "too much, too- fuck, I can't!"

Johnny lifted you slightly and turned, just enough to move you away from the lieutenant. "Easy there, LT," he said when Simon glared at him and placed your leg back down. "Gotta pace ourselves, yeah?" He then gestured to you to lift your arms up so he could pull your shirt off, and then removed your bra only to fill his hands with your breasts.

Simon took a deep breath, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He stared at your pussy, slick and wet and hot and delicious, and licked his fingers clean before he stood up. He cupped your cheeks in his hands, leaning down to kiss you, and you could taste yourself on him. As if running on instinct, you tugged at his belt and he sighed into your mouth, staring into your eyes as you unbuckled and unbuttoned his pants.

"That what you want, sweetheart?"

You nodded, and then turned to look over your shoulder at Johnny. You arched your back, rubbing your ass against his groin and he took it as a signal to get rid of his pants as well. He grinned and made quick work of his clothes as you reached into Simon's boxers and pulled his member out. It was hot to the touch, thick and heavy in your hand, and you felt your mouth water at the sight of it.

"Go on, bonnie," Johnny said as he grabbed two handfuls of your buttcheeks and rubbed his cock between them with a sigh. "Can't wait to fuck you."

You leaned forward, bending over for them. Simon gently gathered up your hair in his hand and rubbed over your shoulder blades with the other, crossing with Johnny's hand in the middle as he rubbed at your lower back. You wrapped your fingers around the base of Simon's cock and licked a line along the length of him, and you heard him groan.

"Ain't she a pretty sight, LT?" Johnny sighed. You felt him rub the head of his member against your clit.

Simon hummed, watching you with a slack jaw as put your mouth on him. "Like a fuckin' dream," he mumbled.

You wrapped your lips around the head of him and sucked gently. You weren't sure if you'd be able to take all of him in your mouth, but damn it if you weren't going to try. You heard him breathe out a curse as you worked your hand along his shaft and bobbed your head, gently trying to coax more of him in. Johnny pressed closer against your pussy, rubbing his cock against it before he lined himself up properly. You braced yourself, trying to keep a clear head as he pushed a little bit more and more, until the glans of his head finally entered you and he easily slid inside you with a moan of near relief.

"Ah, Christ, shit, you're so fucking soft," he breathed. He pushed his hips a bit harder against you, inadvertently knocking you closer to Simon and pushing his cock deeper down your throat.

You choked for barely a second before Simon pulled back. "Easy, Johnny!"

"Sorry, sorry..."

Simon stroked your cheek and went to ask if you were ok, but you wrapped your lips around him again and the words died right on the tip of his tongue. Slowly but surely, you found a rhythm of letting Johnny's momentum push you forward and let Simon's cock sink further into your mouth and then pushing yourself back onto Johnny's. The heat was overwhelming, but addictive, and you felt the buildup in your core once more, your legs already quivering.

Simon held onto your hair, stroking your face and your neck and your shoulders, completely silent save for a few sighs. Johnny, however, seemed like he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"Fuck, we should've done this sooner, you're fuckin' perfect, bonnie," he grunted as he fucked into you deeper and harder. "This fuckin' ass- I knew this ass was perfect the moment I saw it, baby, and this pussy, too, this pussy is heaven." He stretched you perfectly, and you didn't think you'd ever be able to find anyone that could compare to this.

Moaning against Simon, you braced your hands against his hips, doing the best you could to swallow him down, but with each thrust from Johnny, it got harder and harder to focus.

"Awh, fuckin' shit, you're fuckin' grippin' me," Johnny rambled, "yeah, you're gonna cum on this cock, lass, I know you are, I know you fuckin' are, do it, baby, do it."

Faster and harder, deeper and stronger, he thrusted and thrusted and he praised and moaned for you to cum. He reached his hand around, slipped his fingers in between your thighs to rub your clit and you shook, almost unable to make a sound as you still held Simon as far deep down your throat as you could. You could barely prepare for the next wave of pleasure that washed over you, and you came with yet another gush, and Johnny let out an almost triumphant moan.

"Fuck yes, baby, that's it. Thaaat's it, good girl." He kept going, a bit slower and a bit softer, but still enough to have you shake. "Think you can do it again, sweetie? I'm gonna need you to do that again, I wan-"

Simon suddenly reached up one hand and snatched Johnny by the mohawk and pulled him close over you, the other hand wrapped around the sergeant's throat. You were squeezed in between them, Johnny's cock pushed deeper into your pussy, and Simon's felt like it was nearly all the way down your esophagus. In a moment of shocked silence, as your eyes rolled back, Simon kissed Johnny harshly, parting with an almost punishing bite to the other man's bottom lip.

"Do you ever shut the fuck up?" he growled. He leaned in again, forcing Johnny's head to tilt as he pushed his tongue into his mouth, and broke away with another bite of his lip and a thin string of saliva hanging between them. "I think I've got just the thing, actually."

He pushed Johnny away, hard enough to have him slip out of you. He was considerably gentler with you, pulling his cock out of your mouth and cupping your cheeks as you coughed to lift your head up to give you a gentle kiss.

"You ok, sweetheart?" You nodded, the soreness in your throat not all too bad considering what you'd just had down it. Pleased, he turned you around, and you saw that Johnny had stumbled onto the bed. "How about you and I," Simon whispered in your ear as he ran his hands over your breasts, "teach him a lesson for once?"

Before you could answer, he picked you up. He walked towards the bed, sat down at the headboard and leaned back. He adjusted you on his lap, your back against his chest, and placed his knees on the inside of yours before he slowly spread them apart as Johnny watched from the foot of the bed. Johnny smirked and began to crawl towards you, but before he could reach you fully, Simon reached up and yanked his hair again.

"Easy now, pup," he growled. "Put my fuckin' cock in her pussy before you even think about doin' anythin' else."

There was only a tiny moment of stunned silence, but it was heavy nonetheless. You didn't think they'd reach a point where they actually got involved with each other, but as you watched Johnny take a deep shaky breath and his eyes widen, you found that you hoped that maybe they'd go a bit further.

Johnny swallowed nervously before reaching his hand out to grab Simon. Hesitantly, but almost mischievously, he wrapped his fingers around the member and moved his hand up and down once.

"No games, Johnny," Simon warned, and Johnny actually chuckled.

He then lined the head of Simon's cock up with your hole and held it there as you sank down on it. You gasped, having to pace yourself at the thickness of it. Simon held a gentle hand just above your mound, gently pushing you down as he still held a firm grip on Johnny's hair.

"Easy, sweetheart, no need to rush," he mumbled.

Johnny could only helplessly watch as you slowly worked the entirety of Simon's length into you, and you thought you maybe saw a single drop of drool roll from the corner of his mouth.

"So I don't get to join in on the fun anymore?" he quipped, but you could hear a slight quiver to his voice.

"I thought I told you to shut up," Simon muttered.

You shivered as you tried to adjust to his size, rolling your hips once with a moan. He was thicker than Johnny, thick enough that you felt him press against every side of your inner walls, as well as the g-spot that they'd already worked up to high sensitivity before.

"There you go." Simon tugged Johnny closer by his hair. "Now then. Why don't we put that mouth of yours to some good fuckin' use for once, huh?"

He then yanked Johnny's head down between your legs and pushed his face into your pussy, and even in his own surprise it didn't even take a second before he began working his tongue between your folds. You cried out, feeling like you still hadn't quite come down from your previous orgasm, but even if you wanted, you wouldn't have been able to get away with how Simon wrapped his arm tightly around your waist and rolled his hips up. Your head fell back and you tried to find some way to brace yourself, any way, as every brush of Johnny's tongue and every thrust of Simon's cock drove you further and further out of your mind. You thought you maybe came once more, but you couldn't be sure - every sensation seemed to melt into one and you were so high-strung that you might as well be having just one drawn-out and consistent orgasm at this point.

Simon kept Johnny's head in firm position between your legs. "How's that feel, love? Is his mouth as good on your pussy as it is at talking shit?"

Johnny groaned in what sounded like some sort of protest, but he never made any attempt at moving away. He lapped diligently at your pussy, sighing and moaning against you, licking around your hole where you were split open on Simon.

"Fuck, I-" you managed to croak out, almost forgetting how to speak. "I'm gonna- you're gonna be the death of me."

Simon let go of Johnny's hair and grabbed your legs, pulling your knees up to your chest. Johnny kept his mouth on you and you let out a whine nearing a sob as Simon began rocking his hips upward faster.

"Don't you worry, sweetheart, just relax. Breathe and relax."

In a matter of seconds, Johnny had his lips around your clit and sucked, and you cried out his name, legs shaking as he forced yet another orgasm out of you. You were sure you were losing your mind - there was no way this was actually happening, no way that you could actually feel this. You were only more and more convinced of this as Johnny continued licking, eager to get every drop.

"Fuck!" you whined. "Fuck, Johnny, Simon, I-!"

Simon pushed Johnny away, planted his feet into the mattress to adjust his angle and then pounded into you with some sort of newly found energy. Johnny wrapped his hand around his own cock, jerking it in rhythm with Simon's thrusts and leaned back down between your legs with a wide open mouth and his tongue out.

"One last time," Simon groaned. "One more, just one more."

Your legs tried to squeeze together on their own, but Simon's grip was too strong and you could do little else but grab onto whatever was near and hold as you came once more over Johnny's face, him and Simon following shortly after. With a grunt, Simon pushed himself as deep into you as he could get and you felt a sticky heat fill you up, and Johnny reared up, moaning aloud as he came all over where you and Simon were conjoined. He nearly fell over, head falling onto your stomach.

The only sound that broke the otherwise heavy silence was panting. You weren't sure if you could move or if even the slightest shift would have you break apart completely; it sure felt like it would. Simon wrapped his arms around you, planting soft kisses along your shoulder and neck. You thought Johnny might have fallen asleep where he laid, but he took a deep, deep breath and turned his head to press a few kisses around your bellybutton.

"Shit," he mumbled against you, "that was..." Neither you or Simon were able to respond, but it didn't seem to bother him as he glanced up at you with a chuckle. "I don't think anything will live up to that."

He pushed himself up to his hands and knees and crawled over you, his hips between yours and Simon's legs. He sighed almost dreamily and gave you a sweet kiss.

"We did a real number on you, huh?"

You couldn't help but laugh, still finding this whole ordeal impossible. "You think?"

"We should get her to the shower," Simon mumbled. "Clean her up."

Johnny nodded. "Sounds like a solid plan. Although I've half a mind to just lay down and knock out."

Simon leaned forward to sit up. "Shower first. Then knock out."

You whined suddenly at the movement, his cock still sitting snug inside you. The two men instantly froze, staring wide-eyed at you. "S-Sorry, it's ok, I'm just- I'm sensitive. I feel like you guys gave me a week's worth of fucking in a matter of minutes."

"Shit, we took it too far, didn't we?" Johnny said, his hands fluttering over your hips.

"No, no! I enjoyed it. A lot. But it's not like I'm particularly used to that sort of... conquest."

Simon sighed as Johnny chuckled. "I'm gonna try to be gentle, but we will need to get you to the shower nonetheless."

You nodded and the two of them looked at each other, coming to yet another one of those silent agreements that they were so good at.

"C'mere," Johnny said. "Sit up and wrap your arms around me, yeah?"

You grabbed onto his shoulder and pulled yourself up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He wrapped his around your torso and began to lift as Simon pushed you up from beneath until he slipped out of you. You felt your legs shake once more and the cum dripping out of you as you drew in a shaky breath.

"There you go," Simon said, much softer than you'd heard him before.

He turned and stood up as Johnny scooped you up into his arms. It was like they moved in unison to look after you - Simon walking first into the bathroom to pull aside the shower curtain and turning the water on as Johnny followed him closely behind. Johnny then stepped into the shower and gently placed you down on your feet, reaching out a hand to feel the temperature of the water before he guided you in under the stream. Simon gathered up a few towels before he joined you and you couldn't help but laugh. This shower didn't seem like it was meant to hold more than one person at a time and yet they both seemed adamant to look after you.

Johnny crouched down to clean your legs and to gently wash off the fluids between them, trying not to rub too much at already overly sensitive spots. Simon scrubbed your back, gently massaging your shoulders and scratching the skin at the base of your skull. You were sure you were about to fall asleep then and there, but they made quick work of it, before they stepped out with you and dried you off with a fresh towel.

Simon grabbed you a t-shirt and a pair of boxers that Johnny helped you put on before they essentially tucked you in. They laid down on either side of you and as they settled down, you felt a new sense of calm wash over you.

"Rest up, love," Simon said. "I think we might have pushed it a bit too much after all."

"It's fine," you mumbled, feeling drowsy. "I liked it. We should do it again some time."

Johnny chuckled. "I'm sure we will."

It got quiet, and you felt yourself slip into a slumber, held closely between them, warm and snug. But just before you fell asleep, you thought you heard them speak.

"LT." "Hm?" "What happens next?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, is this a thing now? I know you said this was to get it out of our systems, but I honestly don't think we achieved that." A sigh. "I know." "So what happens next?" "Dunno. We'll sleep on it, Johnny. Talk about it in the morning." "Mm. Good idea. G'night, I guess." "Night."

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This (William Afton x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Hello! Wow, I can honestly say I wasn't expecting that big of a response on my first fic so thank all of you so much!! I've got brain rot real bad about this man, so expect a lot of fics for him. Now, onto the fun part. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! ADULT CONTENT AHEAD, 18+ FIC AHEAD, MDNI, age gap (reader is in college, William is in his 40's/50's), jealous William, hinted that he killed your terrible coworker if you squint, thigh riding, unprotected sex, pnv sex, creampie, breeding kink if you squint, some spanking but it's nothing too intense, size difference (I just love me a big man what can I say?), cock warming, Reader is 5'0/152cm because that's how tall I am, whoops) dom William, slight degradation, definite praise, pining, domestic!William, OOC William, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, use of pet names sweetheart, honey, pretty little thing, bunny (I think that's everything, please let me know if I forgot any tags!)

Word count: 8,058

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You tapped softly on your boss’s half open door. You heard him finish up a phone call, the receiver clicking as he hung up. “Come on in.” He calls cheerfully. You push open the door, his gaze softening as it landed on you.

“Mr. Afton, can I talk to you really quick?” You ask nervously, anxiously tracing over the cold brass doorknob with your finger.

“Of course you can. Shut the door, come on in.” You do as he says, you swallow thickly as the door clicks shut behind you. You sat in one of the stiff pizzaria chairs he had at his desk, the once vibrant clumps of geometric shapes beginning to fade with age. “What can I do for you sweetheart?” He folds his hands in front of him as he shoots you a small smile. You always found yourself growing flustered under his gaze, your eyes darted to the nameplate that sat on his desk, tracing over the neat gold letters as you tried to steady your pounding heart.

“I was just wondering if you could stop scheduling me with Kyle?” You mutter, cursing internally at how stupid your request sounded.

“What happened? He didn't hurt you, did he?” The sudden flash of anger in his voice was unmistakable.

“No, nothing like that. It just feels like he always goes out of his way to give me the worst jobs. A kid throws up in the ball pit, I have to clean it up. A parent gets too drunk and trashes a table, I'm the one on my hands and knees making sure there's no fragments of glass still stuck in the carpet. I know this probably sounds ridiculous, I'm not trying to start problems-”

“(Y/N).” His gentle tone makes you freeze. Your eyes drift up to meet his. He reaches across his desk, holding his hand out for you. You tentatively slip your hand into his, your breath shaky as you watch him trail his thumb over your knuckles. His skin was so warm, you looked so small and delicate compared to him. “I'll deal with Kyle, okay? You're too pretty to be doing those jobs anyways.” You can't help but blush as he winks at you. He stands up, his height allowing him to tower over you as he walks you to the door, his hand on the small of your back. “Have a good night sweetheart, I'll see you tomorrow.” He smiles down at you.

“Goodnight, Mr. Afton.” You smile coyly at him as you turn to leave. He leans against the door way, his arms crossing over his chest as he scans over the pizzeria.

“Kyle!” He barks. “Come see me at the end of your shift bud, we need to have a little chat.” You couldn't keep the smile off your face as you pushed out of the building.

When you came back the next day you expected to see Kyle seething with rage over whatever punishment Mr. Afton had dished out, but he was nowhere to be found. You wandered back towards your boss’ office, wanting to let him know you had arrived to start opening. “There's my favorite girl.” He grins as you poke your head through the doorway. “Come sit, I took care of opening prep, you relax.” He nods in the direction of one of the chairs across from him. He never takes his eyes off of you as you sit rigidly in the seat. “You look tired, would you like some coffee?”

“Oh, you don't have to trouble yourself.” He attempts to wave you off, both of your actions cut short by the sound of your stomach rumbling. “Excuse me.” You look away awkwardly.

“I guess something a little more substantial than coffee is in order here.” He stands, motioning for you to follow him. You trail behind him as he leads you into the kitchen, the smell of the greasy premade pepperoni pizza baking in the oven practically making your mouth water. He grabs the wooden peel, expertly flicking the pizza onto it and retrieving it from the industrial sized oven. “So you haven't eaten and you look exhausted.” You cringed slightly as you waited for him to chastise you, knowing how bad it looked that you weren't showing up to your job with your best foot forward. He sets the pizza on a metal tray, leaving it to cool as his focus directs itself onto you. He takes a few long, agonizingly slow strides towards you. “Is everything okay, sweetheart?” You found yourself immediately growing flustered at the sound of the familiar pet name. Mr. Afton had been using the endearment since you had started, yet hearing it roll so effortlessly off of his tongue never failed to make your cheeks grow warm and arousal to pool between your legs.

“Yeah, it's stupid.” You try to brush your earlier problems of the day away, not wanting to bring attention to what you believed would come off as a childish reason to be upset. Seeing the concerned looks in your boss’ eyes prompted you to continue. “I got into a fight with my roommate today and I ran out of time to eat because we were arguing. I'm sorry-”

“Sweetheart, you don't have to apologize.” A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of his voice. “I'm worried, not upset.” His shoes enter your line of sight, which was currently trained on the floor, as he steps in front of you. A set of warm fingers ghost over the skin of your cheek, pushing back a stray tendril of hair that had fallen out of your messy attempt at tying it back. You slowly meet his hazy green eyes, a patient smile adorning his lips as he waits for his words to settle. You gave him a small nod in response. You walk out onto the main floor of the pizzeria, the eyes of the four life sized animatronics seeming to follow your every move. Although you had grown used to the sight of the vibrantly colored animals, there was something about them that still unnerved you. “Who's your favorite?” You jump slightly when Mr. Afton suddenly speaks up. You breathe out a laugh as you turn to face him.

“Bonnie,” his face lights up at your immediate answer, “I've always liked rabbits.” You join him in the small booth, he eyes you carefully as he serves you a piece of pizza on a napkin. “Thank you for the pizza, Mr. Afton.”

“William.” He corrects with a small smile. “There's no need to be so stiff outside of work hours, doll.”

You can't help but giggle at his playful tone. “Well, thank you for the pizza, William.” He straightens up slightly at the sound of you saying his name. You were honestly a bit surprised to say that you were having a good time. William was charismatic, funny, a little awkward but in a way that came off as endearing. You stood side by side with him in the kitchen, working in tandem to clean up the dishes you made from your impromptu lunch date. You kept finding your eyes drifting over to him, the sight of his sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows, his muscular forearms flexing as he twisted a rag inside of a cup. You swallowed thickly, quickly tearing your eyes away from him and back to the metal pizza pan.

“Right behind you, sweetheart.” William groans as he reaches around you to grab a dry rag. Your heart pounded in your chest as he leaned into you. You feel his arm brush against your back and you dared to look over at him considering that you might never get the chance to be so close to him again, your little secret crush on your boss refused to let you miss that opportunity. You let out a small, startled squeak as you found him already looking at you. Everything about him seemed to only drag you in deeper as you got caught up in his gaze. The deep, musky smell of his cologne, his mossy green eyes holding you firmly in place. His arm wraps around your waist, your hands flying to his chest as he pulls you into him, his lips crashing against yours. It took a moment for your mind to catch up with what was happening to your body. Your eyes fluttered shut, the warmth of being pressed tightly to him seeping into you as you let yourself give in to what you truly wanted. Your hands slid over the soft fabric of his shirt, your fingers just barely grazing over his collar to pull him closer when the main door to the pizzeria slammed open and the excited voices of your coworkers filed in. You startled apart, Williams eyes immediately averting to the floor as a look of shame rapidly spreads across his features. He mutters out a hurried apology as he pushes past you, through the kitchen doors, and directly into his office. You saw your friend Ashley jump as the door slammed behind him, eventually seeing you standing alone in the kitchen as your face dropped into your hands. You had no reason to be but you felt embarrassed. Your whole face burned as the moment replayed itself over and over in your head.

“What the hell was all of that?” Ashley exclaims in a hushed tone as she enters the kitchen.

“Nothing!” You turn to the sink, pretending to wash your hands as an excuse to not have to look at her. “Mr. Afton had an important call to take.” She eyes you curiously, knowing you weren't being honest with her. You felt sweat begin to bead at your temple under her scrutinizing gaze.

“Fine, keep your secrets.” She huffs playfully as she crosses her arms over her chest. She quickly closes the gap in between you, “but if you're fucking the boss and you're not telling me I'm going to be so mad.” You knew it was a joke but you were still a bit on edge from the earlier ordeal.

“Keep your voice down!” You snap, quickly looking over at his office door to see that it was, thankfully, still shut. She gasps, your nervous body language giving you away.

“Tell me everything.” She grabs you by the shoulders, forcing your attention back on her. “Is he good? Is he… y'know?” Her eyes flashing down to your crotch and back up. “Is he big?”

“Ashley!” You attempt to shush her again. “I'm not sleeping with Will-Mr. Afton.” You hurried to try and correct yourself, but your little slip up only added more fuel to the fire.

“Were you about to call him William?” She grills you, a wide, excited smile taking over her face. “Do you guys have pet names for each other? I hear him call you sweetheart all the time but I thought that was just because you're his favor-” You clamp a hand over her mouth, it was the only way you could think of to get her quiet.

“Just hang on,” you wait to see if she was actually done talking before pulling your hand away. “I came in early to open. I was supposed to be working with Kyle but he never showed. I think Mr. Afton might have fired him.”

“Did you finally go talk to him about that creep?” She asks as she leans up against the counter. You nod in response, “good, he was making your life a living hell here. Continue…” she prompts with a wave of her hand.

“I walk over to his office just to let him know that I'm here and he tells me that everything's already done-that’s not the important part.” You took a deep breath to steady yourself before telling her what had gotten you so frazzled. “He was helping me clean some dishes and he reached around me for the towel, so what was I supposed to do? Not look?” Ashley chuckles, being the one person who knew about your crush she understood how impossible that would have been for you. “I looked over at him and he was already looking at me and then he kissed me and then you guys came in-”

“Hold on. Pause.” She holds up her hands to get you to halt your recap. “He kissed you?” You nod, but before you had time to continue one of your coworkers kicked open the double doors to the kitchen.

“Alright ladies, I hate to interrupt, but I got some pizza to make.” He groans through his forced smile.

“We’ll talk about this later.” She whispers hurriedly as she ties her apron around her waist. You nod, copying her motions as you prepare to open for the day. Throughout your shift you kept thinking about the kiss. Did it mean something or was it just an impulse? Did William somehow know about your crush on him? You stood at the side of the pizzeria, unable to keep the smile off of your face as you watched him take a picture with an excited child. You found your mind wandering again, the delighted scream, pings, and whirrs of the room around you seemed to almost fade away. You could still feel his arm wrapped around your waist, how strong his broad chest was under the palms of your hands. You snapped yourself from your daydream, the glowing white eyes of the Spring Bonnie suit studying you carefully. You straightened up, hurrying off to the kitchen so you wouldn't be seen slacking. By the end of the night you had just about driven yourself crazy with questions. Questions you were determined to get answers to. You said goodbye to your coworkers, promising Ashley that you would catch her up when you were able to. You walk up to your boss’ door, a determined look etched into your features. You raised your fist, freezing just before knocking. Why was this so hard? He kissed you! If anything you should be furious! He had completely ambushed you out of nowhere and you had spent the whole day walking around in a fog because of it. But, part of you was worried about what his answer might be. It was easy to hide your feelings from him up until now; glances that lasted a little too long, walking a little too close to him so your fingers could brush his, it could all be passed off as if it were nothing. Now, you were standing in front of his door ready to charge in there to demand an explanation for the kiss not because you were upset with him… but because you were hopeful about what the implications of what that kiss could mean. Before you had the chance to decide for yourself what you were going to do the door opened. William froze at the sight of you standing on the other side. He sighs, raking a hand through his already messy hair.

“(Y/N), I'm sorry about earlier, I don't know what came over me.” Your heart cracked slightly at his apology. So, it really was just an impulse. “Can we… Can we talk about this? I think it might be better for both of us to get it all out in the open.” You were struggling to fight against the tears blurring your vision.

“I think I'm just going to go home, Mr. Afton.” You grimaced at the sound of your voice shaking.

“Sweetheart, I can't let you drive like that.” He carefully wipes away a tear that had slipped onto your cheek. Your lip quivered at the sound of his pet name for you, a soft sob breaking free from your chest as you couldn't hold back your tears any longer. William quickly pulls you into his arms, letting you hide against him. “That's it, let it out.” He says as he soothingly rubs your back. Your arms finally slid around his torso, he rocked you back and forth slightly as he waited for you to calm down. You sniffle as you pull back from him, his warm hand cupping your cheek. “You're even pretty when you cry.” He muses. Your cheeks flushed at the compliment. You allow him to wipe away any remaining trails of tears, realizing after avoiding each other all day that you missed being close to him.

“William,” your voice was a hoarse croak as you spoke. You place a hand over the one he has resting on your cheek. “I want to kiss you again… please.” His eyes widened slightly at the request. But, once he let your words sink in, he wasted no time granting your request. You stumbled back slightly as he kissed you passionately. You grab onto his collar, keeping him flush against you as you reveled in the sensation. One of his hands slaps haphazardly against the doorway as he guides the two of you inside, roughly kicking the door shut before slamming your back against it. He takes your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head in one swift movement. You whimpered softly as he pulled away from you, despite your desperate need to breathe you felt like you would die without his lips on yours. You had to look almost straight up in order to meet his eyes, a wild and hungry look dominating his gaze. He breathes out a chuckle at the sight of you, the look you gave him so full of need it nearly brought him to his knees.

“Such a pretty little thing you are, sweetheart.” He slowly swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, the flesh tender and swollen for the one mind numbing kiss he had granted you. “I can't tell you how long I've wanted you.” You whine as you feel his leg push in between your own. You were forced up onto your toes, struggling to contain the soft moan that bubbles up in your throat at the delicious pressure against your clit.

“Enlighten me.” You challenge, earning a deep, rumbling laugh from him.

“Surely, you must've known.” His head dips into the crook of your neck, biting you hard enough that you knew he would leave a mark behind. “I see you everyday; the way those tight little jeans mold to your ass, how your shirt is always pulled down just low enough to tease me…” you see the briefest look of jealousy flash through his eyes. “How those immature, snotty little college boys are constantly throwing themselves at you.” He pushes into you, his lips staying just out of reach as he keeps you pinned in place. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, he smirked as he felt you squirming against his thigh. “What's the matter sweetheart?” He asks sardonically. You were having trouble thinking straight. Every time you let your full weight sink into him it only made you need his touch more, his hot breath fanning over your lips made your whole body ache for him. “I think you know that no one could take care of you like I could, don't you?” You nod in response, your breathing growing noticeably quicker as he questioned you. His forehead comes to rest against yours, his dull green eyes searching your features for any sign of hesitation. “Well then how about I give you a night you'll never forget?” He smiles sharply at you.

In one sweep of his arm his entire desk is cleared off. Paperclips scatter across the floor alongside papers and whatever other trinkets decorated the wood surface. He grabs your hips and pulls you roughly to him, his lips ferociously meeting yours in a kiss that knocked all the air from your lungs. Your initial fight for dominance over the kiss was very short lived. If anything, William found your defiance rather cute. He growls against your lips, a sound that has your knees threatening to buckle. His hands slide from your hips down to your ass, groaning as he gives it a firm squeeze. You squeak as he easily lifts you from the floor, guiding your legs around his waist as he sets you on his desk. He fumbles blindly with the button of your jeans, eventually being able to start working then down your legs. “I can't wait to fucking ruin you.” He presses a hand flat against your chest, pushing you back onto his desk. You struggle not to blush, turning away from him so he hopefully wouldn't notice. Your fingernails dig into wood as he teases at your entrance with his fingers. “Such a cute little bunny.” He smirks. “Already so wet for me and I haven't even touched you yet.” He takes your chin between his fingers, turning you to look at him. “Look at me sweetheart, I wanna see those pretty eyes when I fuck you senseless.” His hand dips under the hem of your shirt, his large, warm hand roaming your bare torso as you lay compliantly before him. He roughly grabs your jaw, watching your expression carefully as he eases his fingers into you at an agonizingly slow pace. A strangled gasp breaks free from your throat as his digits bottom out in you, your gummy walls clenching around them.

He chuckles as you roll your hips, searching desperately for any type of relief. He begins to rock his fingers inside of you in time with your movements, taking his time to fully stretch you out in preparation for what was to come. As he gradually increased his pace the louder your moans became. You gripped tightly onto the arm that had moved from your jaw to the desk next to your head, your nails digging little crescent divots into his skin. “You look so fucking pretty like this.” He looks over you, drinking in the way your body writhed from his touch.

“William.” You whimper his name.

“What is it, bunny?” He coos. “What does my needy girl want, hm?”

“Want… want to touch you.” Your words came out slurred as you fought through your moans and the mind numbing pleasure he was inflicting on you.

He tuts at your demand, giving you a disappointed pout. “Poor thing, you want to touch me?” You nod furiously. He fingers thread into your hair, giving the strands a rough tug to ensure that your eyes are on his. “Ask nicely and maybe I'll let you.”

“Please.” Your wide innocent eyes pricked with tears as you gazed up at him longingly. He hummed, pondering over your pathetic state as he continued to slowly rock his fingers inside of you. “William, please, please let me touch you. I want… I need you.” Your begging came cracking out in a sob, tears sliding down your face as you grew more desperate to get your hands on him. William chuckles at the sight of you.

“Such a needy little thing” He smirks. He lets the request hang in the air for a moment, the only sound filling the room was the squelching of your arousal in his hand as he fingered you. His lips land on your pulse, causing you to shiver. He takes your wrist in his massive hand, guiding it to the top button of his dress shirt, giving you permission to start undressing him. Your fingers shook as you worked at the fastenings, Williams pace never slowing making it difficult for you to focus on the task at hand. Your struggling was going to be well rewarded. Once you had undone the final button on his shirt, William grabbed you roughly by the collar, hauling you to a sitting position so you were now sitting face to face with him. You whined at the sudden emptiness of him removing his fingers, but your annoyance was short lived. You pushed the dress shirt from his shoulders, William making quick work of discarding his undershirt into an empty chair in the room. You just about drooled at the sight of him. His broad shoulders and strong arms from years of working on machines in his shop flexed and shifted under the dim office lighting. You couldn't tear your eyes off of him as he started loosening his belt. You blush as he chuckles, realizing you had been caught staring. “Like something you see, sweetheart?” He asks in an amused tone. He prowls over to you, the buckle of his belt jangling as it hangs limply as his side, his pants falling low on his hips.

You bite your lip, reaching out for him once he’s close enough. You wrap your legs around his waist, fingers threading into his hair as his lips crash into yours. You run a hand over his chest, the thick carpet of coarse hair tickling your palm. In one swift movement your shirt is pushed over your head, your breasts bouncing slightly as they fall back into place after the disruption. William admired the soft lace that complimented your skin. His hands slide over your waist and up your back until he reaches the clasp of your bra. He fumbles with it a few times until the tension of the elastic finally relaxes. He takes his time removing your final article of clothing. The straps are eased off your shoulders one at a time, his beard ticking your bare skin as he places delicate kisses anywhere he could reach. Goosebumps spread across your chest as the fabric is finally fully removed, William’s eyes drifting down to get a full view of your perfect form. He lets out a primal growl at the sight before his lips latch into yours again. His fingers dig into your hips, dragging you to the very edge of his desk in order to line his cock up with your entrance. You moan into his mouth as he sheathes himself full inside you in one hard thrust. Your breath comes out in long, shaky exhales as you struggle to adjust to his size. Even with the prep from his fingers he still stretches you to a point that makes you feel like you're about to rip in half. William was a lot bigger and thicker than any guy you had been with previously. You already felt drunk just from the sensation of him bottoming out in you. “Eyes on me, bunny.” He whispers in a gentle tone. Your eyes flutter open, you hadn't realized you had even shut them to begin with, meeting his hazy green ones. You cry out as he gives you a single sharp thrust, a mixture of pain and pleasure burning white hot through your body as you struggle to take all of him. He lets out a satisfied hum as he studies your fucked out expression. “Already cock drunk, hm?” He chuckles, resting his forehead against yours to keep your attention on him. With every snap of his hips it brought you closer and closer to your climax, your moans impossibly loud in the small, cramped office. “You wanted this all along, didn't you sweetheart? You knew those stupid little boys could never make you feel like this.” He snarls. “Now, here you are, about to cum on my cock.” Drool had started to leak out of the corner of your mouth as you struggled to keep your eyes on his. He dips a hand between your legs, rubbing fast circles on your clit.

“William!” You moan out his name, his free arm wrapping securely around you to hold you tightly against him.

“Such a dirty girl, fucking someone nearly twice your age.” He chuckles cruelly, his eyes darken as they meet yours through your haze. “Pathetic.” Degrading you like that seemed to unleash something primal in him. His thrusts somehow managed to get faster and more brutal. You screamed as your orgasm ripped through you, desperately crying out his name as you clawed against his back. His hands wrap under your thighs, lifting you from the desk slightly in order to get better leverage. “Fuck.” He groans, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he approaches his end. He kisses you hard as he finishes, hot ropes of his cum coating your walls. You both stayed locked in your embrace for a moment, waiting for your breathing to calm down. You wince as he pulls out of you, a slight sting as your absurd cunt attempts to clamp around nothing. He looks around the room for something to clean you up with, deciding on his shirt when nothing else seemed plausible. He gingerly reaches in between your legs, a softness and hesitancy you didn't expect after the evenings most recent events. You let out a soft hiss at the slight bit of pain you felt as he cleaned you up. He soothingly caresses your thigh with his free hands, shooting you an apologetic look from his position situated in between your legs. You studied him for a moment, his gaze distant, and hazy as it trailed to the floor.

“William.” Your soft voice drifted over his ears, bringing his attention back to you. You adjusted your position so you could sit up. “Come here.” He stands, even sitting on his desk he still towered over you. You wrapped your arms around him, resting your chin on his soft stomach. You trail your hands over his back, his skin slightly sticky with sweat.

“I’m sorry if I took things too far-”

“You didn’t.” His gruff voice was cut off with your quiet reassurance. “You were amazing.” You give him a coy smile before pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. A small smile breaks out on his face as he chuckles at your glimmering expression.

“Come on bunny, let’s get you dressed.” He combs his fingers through your hair, “although I will never get tired of looking at your beautiful body.” He winks causing you to blush, you lightly slap his chest. He places a kiss on your forehead before collecting your clothes. You feel eyes on you as you’re getting dressed, you can’t help but smirk when you look over your shoulder so see William staring at your ass. You make a show of stepping into your panties, adjusting them so they are perfectly in place before shimmying into your jeans. William was practically drooling as he watched your supple flesh jiggle as you worked yourself into the tight clothing. You place one final kiss to his burly chest before he slips his undershirt back over his head. He trails a finger over your jaw. “I was hoping we could make this a more than one time thing… Maybe I can take you out to dinner after work some night?” He asks with a charming, lopsided smile.

“I’d really like that William.” You push yourself up on your toes, having him meet you halfway to place a chaste kiss to your lips. “Goodnight.” You whisper with a smile.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He breathes out a laugh as you both slowly pull away. You grab your jacket and bag from the employee locker room, giving William one small wave as you pass by his office on your way out. You fell into your driver seat with a groan, sticking your keys in the ignition, your heart still pounding in your chest. You turned the key expecting your engine to rumble to life, but your car refused to start. You tried again and again, falling against the steering wheel with an aggravated sigh. You kicked open the door and trudged back inside. William gave you a confused look as you walked back up to his door. “Everything alright?”

You grew embarrassed over the fact you had to ask. You never had anyone who was able to teach you about cars, you wouldn’t know the first thing about trying to find the problem yourself. “My car won’t start. I hate to ask, but could you come look at it?”

“Of course, honey. I’ll take care of it.” Your heart flutters in your chest at him taking charge of the situation. You definitely could get used to having him around, there was something about his unwavering confidence that made you long for him even more. You follow him back outside, watching him carefully as he examines your engine, a massive black flashlight held tightly in his hand. “I see the problem.” He groans as he reaches to point something out to you. “You need a new timing belt.” He points out the problem, excitedly going through the mechanics as you listened attentively. “You can leave your car here, I’ll pick you up a new one tomorrow.” He stuffs his hand in his pocket. He twirls his keys around his pointer finger. “Let me just go lock the door and I’ll drive you home.” You nod, growing giddy over the fact you would get to spend more time with him. He wraps his arm around your shoulders as he leads you around back to his car. You slide stiffly into his passenger seat. The inside of his car was pristine, some vintage model muscle car you didn’t know the name of. William’s hand envelops your thigh as he drives, ever so often giving the soft skin a gentle squeeze as you direct him to your off campus apartment. You lived in the not so great part of town, even outside of Hurricane standards. Shootings, stabbings, human trafficking, all of it had happened somewhere in your neighborhood. You noticed William’s expression grow more concerned as you drove. You eventually pulled up in front of your building, a rickety looking triple decker that looked like it would collapse from a slightly too strong gust of wind.

“Well this is me.” You state softly with a slight shrug of your shoulders. William sighed as he stared up at your building.

“You live here by yourself?” He glances at you in the passenger seat as he asks. You nod in response. “Bunny, would you like to come spend the night at my house. It’s dangerous for a girl like you to be by herself out here.”

“Spend the night with you?” You repeat his request back to him, he nods slowly, worried he crossed a line. “If you’re offering, I'm definitely not going to say no.” You lean across the cab of the car, pressing a kiss to his cheek. The drive back to his house was spent mostly in silence, every so often his hand would drift from your thigh to bringing your knuckles to his lips. You left the main part of town, the houses you passed becoming few and far between as the sides of the road were taken over by tall fir trees. You pulled up in front of a cozy looking house, the outside paint faded from years of abuse from the harsh Utah weather.

“Home sweet home.” Me mumbles with a lopsided grin. You trail closely behind him as you walk up to the door, jumping at every snapping twig and animal scurrying through the brush. “There’s nothing to be scared of sweetheart, I’ll keep you safe.” He smiles down at you, keeping you tucked into his side as he unlocks the door. He gently nudges you inside first, following closely behind you. The second the door clicks shut William’s lips are on yours again, a flustered sigh escaping you as you melted into him. “I’m going to get dinner started.” He mumbles against your lips.

“Would you like some help?” He nods, motioning for you to follow him to the kitchen.

“I would love some.” He grins at you. The two of you worked side by side to prepare dinner, every so often you would catch William stealing glances at you out of the corner of your eye. “Honey.” He suddenly speaks up, you turn to face him only for him to pull you into a kiss. “You just sit here and look pretty, I’ll finish this up.” His large hands wrap around your waist, he lifts you from the floor and sets you on the counter with ease. He hums as he works beside you, easily recreating his recipe from memory. Always keeping you on your toes, he was making homemade tomato soup and grilled cheese. He takes quick pauses, caging you in between his arms on the counter as he gives you rushed kisses that leave your head spinning. He holds out his hand for you, a gesture you gladly accept. He helps you down from the counter, balancing your plates and bowls on his arm. You sit across from each other at the small dining room table. “So what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a shit hole like this?” He asks with a chuckle.

“Unfortunately this shit hole has one of the best colleges in the state.” You respond with a laugh of your own.

“What’s your major?”

“Mechanical engineering.” You respond the moment he finishes his question. He looked very perplexed by your answer.

“What made you want to take that up?” He leaned forward, completely focused on you alone.

“Well, honestly, you did.” You blush a bit as you respond. “The animatronics you make are phenomenal. I hope one day I can be half as talented as you are.” He looks away bashfully, not used to such direct flattery.

“Maybe I can have you help out in the workshop sometime.” He offers with an excited glint in his eyes.

“If it means spending more time with you I would love to.” You shoot him a flirtatious smile. You find yourselves drifting closer together as you clean up after dinner. You gathered up your plates, standing on your toes to try and put them in the cabinet with the rest. You let out a frustrated sigh as you struggled to reach. The warmth of William’s body pressing into yours from behind made you freeze.

“I got it sweetheart.” He chuckles, taking the plates from your hands. “Such a cute little thing you are.” He whispers next to your ear making you shiver. You squeal as he lifts you from the floor, taking you in his arms as he carries you upstairs. He tosses you onto the bed, stripping out of his clothes with a groan, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. You can’t help but smirk slightly as you grab him by the wrist and pull him in to kiss you. “Strip, I wanna hold you.” He commands. You decide to give him a little show, taking your time to peel out of your jeans, swaying your hips as you pull your top over your head. You stripped out of your lingerie before straddling his lap. His hands knead your ass, rocking you gently against the already half hard erection in his boxers. He pulls you into bed, shutting off the lights before joining you himself. He slings an arm over your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest. You bite your lip, shifting your hips as you feel his cock press into your back. The moon cast in through the window, basking the room in a dull silver glow. You hear William’s breath catch in his throat as you press your ass into his throbbing member. “Someone’s needy.” He chuckles, his breath hot against his ear. “What’s the matter bunny, need me to fill you up?” You nod, letting out a soft whine as you push back into him again. He places a kiss just below your ear, spreading your legs with his hand as he lines himself up with your entrance. You let out a broken moan as he slowly pushed inside of you.

“Holy fuck.” You gasp, your fingers digging into his forearm as you grab him tightly as your walls stretch painfully around him. “Wow.” Your eyelids fluttered as your eyes rolled back in your head. His fingers slid around your throat, putting a delicious pressure on your neck.

“Such a good bunny, taking me so well.” His meticulous hand placement was starting to make you feel light headed, the mixture of the sensation and his praise making you dizzy with dopamine. You moan as he rolls his hips slightly. “You feel so good squeezing around my cock.” He purrs before placing a kiss on your cheek. You squirmed and whined as you lay there, impaled on his throbbing cock. William groaned at how wet you were, he could feel your juices dripping down the base of him. “So pretty sweetheart.” He coos, chuckling at your desperate state. His arm tightens around you, rolling his hips and causing you to cry out. You cursed as he pushed impossibly deep inside of you, your body moving instinctually as you bounced on his cock. He groans, his hips snapping up to meet yours. Your moans grew louder and more fervent with every thrust, his tip kissing the perfect spot inside of you everytime. Your thighs started to shake as you felt your climax creeping up on you. “Are you going to cum for me sweetheart?” He asks in a sweet voice. You nod, biting your lip to try and muffle your moans. You yelp as he suddenly delivers a sharp slap to your ass. “I want to hear you bunny.” He growls in your ear.

“Yes sir.” You gasp, letting your moans fall freely from your mouth. You let out a high pitched whine as your orgasm hung joust out of reach. You moan out his name, he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, making you cry out in pleasure. He reaches a hand in between your legs and swipes his fingers over your clit.

“So good for me.” He praises you. He wraps his hands around your waist, helping you fuck yourself faster on his cock. You scream his name as your orgasm rips through you, sobbing as he fucks you through your climax. Your whole body shook, your hand gripping weakly onto his wrist. “I got you sweetheart.” He whispers, settling himself deeply inside of you. Your eyelids felt heavy as you nestled into his soft pillows. He pulls the comforter up around your shoulders. You smiled at the scent of his musky cologne. Every small shift from him made you whine, after letting you rest for a while he began to rock his hips again. Small gasps and sighs falling from your lips as he tenderly fucks into you. “I’m gonna fill you up.” He groans, his thrusts growing uneven and stuttering every so often.

“Please.” You moan softly. Hearing your soft voice only seemed to spur him on. His slow deep thrusts had both of you moaning. You held on tightly to William’s arms, wanting to be pressed as close to him as possible. He groans your name as he finishes, his hips stuttering as he pushes as deep inside of you as he can manage. He places soft kisses to the nape of your neck as he pulls you into his chest. You found yourself easily drifting off in his arms, before you knew it you had drifted off into a dreamless sleep. When you woke up you rolled over, cuddling into his warm back. You placed a soft kiss to a couple of the faded scars on his shoulder.

“Well good morning sweetheart.” He hums as he rolls over and pulls you into his chest. “You wanna stay in bed while I get breakfast started?” His voice raspy and deeper than normal as he fought off the thickness of sleep.

“Can you stay in bed just a little longer.” You put, nuzzling your face into his neck.

“Sure, anything for you sweetheart.” He says with a smile and a kiss to your forehead. You laid on top of his chest, your fingers trailing through his chest hair as you talked about the plan for the day. He places a soft kiss to your lips as he slides out from underneath you to go get dressed. You cuddle up into the blankets, watching the muscles in his back flex as he gets dressed. A little while later he returned with a tray full of food, setting it in between the two of you. The two of you chatted pleasantly over breakfast, William consistently making you smile and laugh. “I’m going to head out to the garage, take your time getting ready, I’ll be out there when you’re done.” You grab him by the collar, keeping his lips on yours for a little longer than normal. He shoots you a wink as he slips out of the bedroom. You took your time getting ready, slipping into one of his shirts, the oversized clothing falling half way down your thighs. You washed your face and fixed your hair before wandering downstairs to find William. You heard the sound of powertools and pushed through the door. William stood with a welding mask on, his shirt discarded over a nearby chair. His skin, completely drenched in sweat, glowed in the dim overhead lighting. Streaks of grease dragged down his neck and across his stomach from where he had rubbed his hands across his skin. He flips his mask off when he notices you entered his workshop. “Hey bunny.” He grins. You saunter over to him to look over his expert work.

“You really are incredible, William.” He runs his fingers through his hair as he clears his throat, a noticeable blush on his face. You stood by him, allowing him to walk you through his process, an arm wrapped around your waist as he kept you tucked safely against him.He cursed as he looked up and noticed the time.

“We’re gonna be late.” He takes your hand, leading you inside. He pulls you into a heated kiss as he helps you out of your borrowed clothes. He picks you up and carries you into the shower. You yelped and giggled as your back pressed into the frigid wall. William carefully lets down your hair before allowing you to wet it. You sigh as he works shampoo into your hair, gently massaging your scalp. You couldn’t help but stare as you watched the soapy water run down his body. He wraps you up in a fluffy towel, retrieving your work clothes as you dried off. You both ran to his car, laughing as you fell into the front seats. “I’ll run out and grab the timing belt for your car after I check in on Freddy’s.” He promises. You nod, a bit sad that your stay with him was over so quickly. You fall into him as he turns sharply into the parking lot. He tilts your chin up with a finger, a softness in his eyes as he studies your features. His eyes flash down to the dark bruises and bitemarks that littered your neck. “Are you, um… are you okay with people knowing about this?” He asks with a slight wavering in his voice.

“This?” You ask with a coy smile as you raise your eyebrow at him.

“Us.” He blurts out before swallowing thickly. You lean in ,placing a soft kiss against his lips.

“Only if you are.” He breathes out a soft laugh, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. He walks around to your side of the car as you’re gathering your things, opening your door for you. You thank him softly as he helps you out. You link your arm through his, leaning your head on his shoulder. He holds the door open for you, wrapping his arm around your waist before pressing his lips to yours in one long, loving kiss.

“I’ll see you after work, bunny.” He winks before slipping off to his office. You smile as you watch him head out, adjusting his tie and greeting customers as he passes by. You turn to look out over the pizzeria, meeting Ashley’s shocked expression. She speed walks over to you, her eyes immediately falling to your abused neck.

“What happened to catching me up?” She yell whispers at you.

“Things might have gotten a little more serious than just a kiss.” You admit awkwardly.

“Well no shit, look at the hickey’s he gave you.” You smile as you catch his gaze from his position seated at his desk.

“He wants to make sure everyone knows I’m his.”

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[changisworld]

How skz members react to getting your period during sex.

Obvious MDNI, 18+ SMUT WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT

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SMUT WARNINGS: period sex(obviously), menstrual blood, cunnilgus, cum play, soft sex, degradation, praise, petnames such as; hunny, baby, babe, gorgeous, pretty,, degrading names such as; dirty, dirty talk, mention of multiple orgasms, spit, fluff upon fluff, slight dom x sub dynamics in some.

BANGCHAN

You are currently in a mating press as chan is fucking into your swollen, wet walls as his chest is on top of the back of your thighs, leaning against them as he is kissing you, swallowing the whines you're currently making. Chan bites your bottom lip before leaning slightly lower to whisper & groan some sweet words into your ears.

"Love ya so much baby... fuck, ya feel s-so good, pussy so warm around me, fuck." He says before kissing your nose & standing fully upright again, still buried inside you.

His eyes shut as his eyebrows furrowed as his head tilts towards the ceiling before he looks down at your pussy & stops dead in his tracks. You feel the sudden stop & get up onto your elbows to look at where you're both connected.

"Why'd you stop Channie? keep going baby please" You say, sounding whiny as you pant, out of breath.

" Ah, babe you,eh- you've started your period... i'll get a-a towel." Chan pulls fully out but before he can move away fully, your legs cage him in as you wrap them around his waist.

"Well i mean.. we've already started... we can continue if you want to baby, you have said you wanted to try it before, it feels good anyway hunny don't worry." You give him a faint smile, cheeks turning a bit red but no way near the redness on Chans cheeks.

Chan looks at you, a bit stunned & surprised by what just left your lips. "Oh wow, you sure baby? don' wanna hurt ya y/n" he says to you in a low voice, his fingers falling to wrap around his hard cock again to pump it slowly to relieve some of the tension.

You take his reaction into account & unlatch your legs from around his waist, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Channie if you don't wanna we don-" you're interrupted as chan leans over you & shuts you up with a kiss. He breaks it momentarily to breath out the words: "don't be silly baby, of course i want to, if it makes you feel good who am i to stop hm?" He kisses you again & slides back inside you, letting out a small groan into your lips.

LEE KNOW

You are currently making out with leeknow, underneath him as he is in-between your legs. His hand slowly teases your nipples & then drags down until he finally puts his hand underneath your leggings & into your panties.

His finger starts teasing your folds as he continues kissing you, you biting his tongue playfully every once in a while. Leeknow breaks it but keeps his face just above your face as he pulls his hand back out of your leggings to bring them up to your lips but stops as he notices his fingers are now coated red. You also realise this.

"oh fuck leeknow i'm so sorry, oh my god" Your face turns bright red as embarrassment overwhelms you, you try to squirm out from under him but he doesn't budge.

"hey hey hey, stop apologising, you're acting as if i'm not a fully grown man, baby, a bit of blood isn't gonna bother me y/n" He says, kissing the tip of your nose as he wipes the bit of blood from his fingers onto his sweatpants, carelessly. "I'm more than happy to keep going pretty, just say the words."

You are a bit taken aback by his words & you think for a moment before trying to grind your covered core against him but he nips your thigh & you wince as you stop. "I said, say the words y/n." Leeknow says, smirking at you with his cat eyes, fingers that nipped you now found their way back to the hem of your leggings.

" I-i want you, t-to continue, please touch me daddy, need it" You whimper to him, hands coming up to cup his cheeks, trying to convince him. "Good girl, since you asked so nicely, i'm happy to help." He says as his fingers dip back down into your leggings.

CHANGBIN

You're currently being bent over the edge of the couch as changbin is pounding into you, your eyes rolling back as he has already made you cum around his dick twice, close to a third.

"Holy fuck, baby, uh, you're bleeding, am i hurting you?" Changbin asks, coming to a halt inside you, still got his shirt in between his teeth, holding it up.

"No? you're not hurting me at all Binnie, wait.. what's todays date?" You ask, eyebrows frowning as you try catch you breath. Changbin makes an "uuhhhh" sound as he struggle but manages to reach over to the coffee table, still buried inside you to where your phone is & taps it.

"It's the tenth today, hunny when is your period due?" He asks, caressing your nips with his hands, kneading the skin.

You let out a small chuckle at the question. "It was meant to be here yesterday but didn't arrive, i was actually gonna buy a pregnancy test after valentines day if it still hadn't shown up... but i guess i don't need to anymore? you can pull out if you want Binnie i won't mind." you say, chuckling a bit. Changbin chuckles too.

"Don't be silly of course im not pulling out if you're giving me the option to stay in here, it's really hot to be honest. Kinda sucks that you'll be on your period for valentines day though, wont be able to give you a babyyyy" He whines, thrusting into you slowly as he leans over your back to kiss your shoulders.

HYUNJIN

You're lying on the bed, on top of a towel, in missionary as Hyunjin is slowly & sensually thrusting into you, pressing into your lower stomach so it feels that bit better for you, also helping him feel how deep inside you he is. He has already made you turn into basically just a puddle on the bed with the multiple orgasms he has pulled from you, made that bit more intense by the hormones from your period.

Hyunjin moans in a deep but loud pitch as he cums inside you, you whine along with his sounds as you feel his cum paint your walls along with the blood. He leans down & kisses you before gathering his breath & then pulls out before wiping his dick on the towel you're lying on before he slides off the bed, onto his knees, face at your swollen, blood covered cunt & clit.

"Baby whatcha doin? cmere i wanna cuddle" You say while leaning onto your elbows, moving your legs to shut but he stops you & holds them open. "We can cuddle soon gorgeous, but for now, hold your legs open for me baby, i wanna taste all our juices together mkay?" He says, voice cheerful but low in tone before he pushes your legs back, making you reach out & take them as he licks one long stripe from beneath your hole to the very top of your cit. He keeps his tongue out of his mouth to show it to you, a strip of red with a tint of white along his tongue, He hums at your flushed cheeks & blown out eyes as he digs back in.

He begins suckling & nibbling at your clit which makes you begin squirming & thrashing him around slightly but Hyunjin is quick to hold you back down. He moves slightly to let his nose bump & rub against your clit as he starts playing around with your folds & lets his tongue worm its way inside. You squeal at the new feeling.

"Fuck J-jinnie s-s-so good holy f-fuck your tongue feels so good gon-gonna cum alrea-dy" You whine, hand reaching down to wrap your fingers in his hair, pushing him impossibly closer to your cunt, him humming at the reaction coming from you.

Your high hits you a minute later, hyunjin still slurping away at you. You begin to get overstimulated as you come down from your high so hyunjin takes one last loud suck of your cunt before unlatching himself from it, admiring the glistening of your pussy, every inch except for your actual hole, practically as clean of blood as it can be. He worms his way up you & taps your chin. You open your mouth & he spits the mix of cum, blood & your wetness into your mouth.

"Thank you for letting me do that for you baby, cleaned you up so well" He rubs his nose against yours before he begins to move off you to clean his face but you pull him back & kiss him. "no, thank you for cleaning me up, my pretty boy."

HAN JISUNG

Han is beneath you currently blindfolded & tied to the bed by his arms as you finally pop off his dick, letting all the spit that accumulated from the blowjob you just gave him, him whining & complaining because of the loss of pleasure after being edged for the fourth time, tears beginning to wet the eyemask.

"You want my pussy now baby hm?" you ask, taking your panties off & now straddling his waist, grinding along the tiny seat. "yes m-m-mommy p-pulease, i'll do anyt-thing" he whines, trying to wiggle his arms out from their ties but it's no use. "fine, since you have been so patient & such a good boy, i guess you can feel it." You say in a low but pretty sounding voice as you raise your hips slightly when you notice blood on his lower waist, where you were just sitting.

"Oh.. uh Hannie, i.. my periods just came." you remove his blindfold & he does his best to look down & sees the small patch. "so? what's that got to do with anything?" he asks, boba eyes staring at you. "Hannie... you still wanna keep going? it will be.. you know.. messy." you reply back, still got your hips raised & still holding his cock in your hand. "of course i wanna keep going, it's hot as fuck." He giggles, still watching you for a reaction. You blush at his words & you nod before letting yourself sink down on him, both whining (han obviously whining louder & more than you.

FELIX

Felix is playing his Genchin at his PC but isn't paying much attention to the game itself since you are on top of him, riding him. His hands are on your ass helping you as he uses his strength to pull you up & down. You are a babbling mess at this point, drool leaving your mouth & dripping down your chin as he smirks at you & keeps groaning in his deep, heavy voice.

"I can feel ya clenchin' around me, ya gon' cum for me babe? I'm close.. fuck" he moans, leaning in to kiss you, hand leaving your ass to rub your clit.

"B-b-fuck im' cummin'" you squeal, burrying your head in his shoulder as your orgasm squirts onto his balls, shirt & gaming chair beneath him. Felix cums the second you do, your walls clenching him too tight to hold on.

He lifts you up, still inside you as he walks over to the bed & drops you down on it as he kisses your lips, cheek & then forehead before slipping out.

"I'll be right back baby." felix says, jogging into your bathroom. He comes back a minute later & you feel something warm against your pussy which makes you jolt. You look up to see Felix wiping your pussy with a warm damp towel. " What you doing lixie? is something wrong?" you ask, still unaware as to why he is doing this. "ah.. well you started your period babe, i wanted to clean you up a bit so you didn't get embarrassed" he says, blushing. "Oh... i'm sorry i uh.. messed your cock up with my blood, but thank you for cleaning me up lovely but i needa go bathroom, can you help me seeing since i dont think my legs work too well" you chuckle to him & he chuckles too before lifting you up around his waist as he carries you to the bathroom, still kissing you.

SEUNGMIN

Seungmin is under you right now as your thighs are on each side of his face as he is as deep as he can in your pussy as he is balls deep inside your mouth. Spit is dripping from your lips, down his balls, pelvis & legs as he is slurping every bit of juice you are leaking. You feel your orgasm about to hit when he suddenly lifts your hips up slightly so you pull your mouth off his dick.

"i knew you tasted different, kitten got her period, i know you keep track of it so did you do this on purpose hm? wanted me to eat your bloody cunt? that's dirty y/n." He says to you in a low voice, repositioning you both so he is now behind you as your ass is up & your face is cheek down on the bed>

"No sir.. promise, i didn't know it was due, we can stop i don't mi-" You are cut off as you feel his tip impaling you. "Why would i stop now hm? i've already came this far, might aswell feel if it's worth it seeing since i already tasted if it's worth it. You want my dick covered in your blood hm? mark it up even more hm?" He asks you rhetorically, starting to slowly thrust as your legs shake slightly, struggling to keep you up. "y-yes p-please let me sta-stain is sir" you whimper out, knuckles turning white from the grip you have on the bedsheets.

JEONGIN

You & Jeongin have been dating for around two months & you are now under him for the first time. You are in nothing but your thong & matching bra as he has your bra pulled to the side to suck on your nipples. He lets go with a pop when they're both fully hard as his other hand slithers down to your thong.

"You're this wet already? i feel honoured" He gives you his gorgeous cheeky smile & you chuckle back before he slithers his hand under but you realise the wetness he's dragging his fingers along feels.. different. You instantly jolt back which makes Jeongin jump.

"ARE you alright? did i hurt you? do something wrong?" he asks, eyes wide as plates.

"Eh, goodness, i think my periods just started? It.. the wetness feels a bit more thin... if it makes sense" you say, voice slighlty shaken as you grab Jeongins hand & look at it & you indeed do see red on his fingers.

"Holy fuck.. Jeongin i'-i'm so so so sorry, oh my god this is so embarrassing.." You shake a bit & Jeongin reaches over & hugs you tightly. "Don't worry bout it, it's natural so don't be embarrassed. Why not you go get cleaned up & do what you need to do & i'll go get food from the fridge since based off your reaction, i'm guessing you don't want this to be out first time." he giggles slightly & lets go of you to cup your cheeks, wiping the small tear that had rolled down your cheek. You nod at him before he kisses your nose then goes to the kitchen.

#bang chan #changbin #han jisung #hyunjin #jeongin #lee know #seungmin #skz smut #stray kids #felix #skz stay #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz #skz x reader #skz fluff #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #kpop #kpop smut #skz headcanons #headcanon

[sunkissed-zegras]

"kiss me?" / "nope." / "please?" / "...okay, fine." With jack hughes please

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 | jh⁸⁶

♡ ─ word count | 420 (haha)

♡ ─ warnings | teasing, luke being mean to jack (PLAYFULLY!!), a kiss

♡ ─ ev's notes | this is how i imagine all their arguments start LMAO

You tried your best to hold your laugh in as Luke kept teasing Jack about his long end-of-the-season hair, as he liked to call it. Jack had always been particular about his appearance, but during the end of the season, he often let things slide a bit and Luke loved teasing him.

"Dude, when are you gonna get a damn haircut," Luke joked as he leaned back on the couch, feeling Jack's glare from across the room. "I know you don't want to but I'm tired of looking at it."

Jack rolled his eyes, running a hand through his unruly hair. "It's not that bad, Luke. I'm just letting it breathe a bit."

"Breathe? More like suffocating the entire room with your hair," Luke teased, "Seriously, Jack, I think there might be a bird nesting in there by now."

You couldn't hold in the laugh now, laughing along with Luke as Jack glared at you two. "Jesus," Luke's head fell back in laughter as you shook your head. Jack crossed his arms, feigning hurt.

"Wow, my brother and my girlfriend both ganging up on me." Jack pouted as Luke rolled his eyes. "Never thought I'd be betrayed this badly by my girlfriend... Wow."

"Shut up," Luke retorted as Jack kept pouting. You tried scooting closer to him but Jack rolled his eyes.

"How about you go sit with your new best friend, huh Y/N?" Jack teased as he gave you a hurt look.

"Aw, come on, Jack, you know you're my favorite," you replied with a playful grin, reaching out to ruffle his hair affectionately despite his protests.

"No, obviously you love Lukey way more than me."

"God, he's so needy." Luke rolled his eyes as he watched the show in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Hey, I heard that!" Jack protested, trying to smooth down his ruffled hair with an exaggerated pout.

You laughed, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on Jack's cheek. "Don't worry, Jack. You'll always be my number one. Now give me a kiss."

"Nope." Jack turned his face away as you let out a loud sigh.

"Jack, please."

Jack looked back at you and smiled. "Fine, fine." He leaned in to kiss you but you swerved him slightly, causing a loud laugh from Luke. Jack rolled his eyes before grabbing your face, planting a kiss on your lips.

Luke pretended to gag, earning a playful shove from both of you. The three of you dissolved into laughter once again.

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[marcyfics]

Dave Lizewski x Fem! reader….smut 😈 And the reader is a girly girl…I mean you don’t have to but…just a thought :)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Dave was always attracted to girlier girls. Something about their frilly pink outfits and cute little faces drove him wild. When he was out patrolling the city, he saw you, cute, no.. beautiful. And very very very pink. You were just so innocent looking, it turned him on. You however, had a pretty good radar on Dave's little crush on you. How he watched your tits bounce when you walked past him. So when you're walking home late one night and find yourself face to face with a villain trying to steal your cash, he steps in. Only you dont recognize him as Dave. You recognize him as Kick-Ass. After heroically saving you, you thought you should return the favor. Thats how you ended up on your knees in an alleyway.

"Oh fuck!" Dave moaned as you took his cock deeper into your mouth. You tasted the precum on your tongue and gagged on the tip pressing against your throat, spit dripping down your chin. "Your such a good girl huh? Giving your favorite superhero a nice reward?" And at that moment, you swore you recognized his voice. But you were too horny to care. You felt him thrust upward into your mouth and you moan around his Dick. The vibrations from your pretty noises causes dave ti buck his hips and reach his climax, spilling his cum down your pretty throat. You pull off his Dick, saliva connecting your lips to his Co c k and making make a loud pop. Dave looks down at you, satisfied with his work, and you looked up at him with doe eyes. "I need you.."

Dave almost nutted again. "Your wish is my command." He delicately removes your cute pink skirt and frilly white top, taking in the view. "Wow, even your underwear's pink." You blushed. "Shut up!" But your sarcasm was met with silence as you felt a warm feeling in your stomach. And a dizzy aching feeling in your pussy. Dave lifts his mask up, just over his nose and moved your panties to the side, flicking his tongue over your folds with precision, as if he was afraid to hurt your fragile little body. "Holy fuck!" You whimper out in desperation, but he shows no mercy on your cute little clit. He knew you were close, he. Could feel you tensing up, as if his cock was stuffed inside you at this very moment. When he finally heard you scream in pleasure, your back arch, and he saw the expression on your face paired with your rosy cheeks, he knew he had completed his mission.

#kick ass #Kickass movie #Kick-ass #Kickass smut #dave lizewski smut #dave lizewski x reader #smut #requests open #smut requests #Kick-Ass Smut

[pyro-les]

Regina George X Reader

Warnings: none

"You, yeah you, come over here" Regina called from across the hall. Cady looking around unsure before slowly walking towards her. "Why don't I know you?".

"I'm new, I just moved here from Kenya" cady responds happily.

"Shut up, shut up" Regina replies

"I didn't say anything" Cady says with a confused smile causing Regina to giggle before slowly looking off somewhere behind Cady. "You're really pretty"

Surprised Cady happily responds "thanks".

"So you agree, you think you're really pretty?" Regina says turning her attention back towards Regina.

Gretchen joins in saying "You're an international student,that is so fetch!".

"What is fetch?" Regina says slowly turning to gretchen with a slightly judgemental look on her face.

Gretchen hurriedly justifies "it's like slang from an old movie. Juno I think".

Karen joins the conversation saying "Have you ever touched a tiger?".

"No,those aren't indigenous to Kenya" cady replies seemingly happy to be talking about Kenya.

"Cause that's one of my life goals. To not touch a tiger" Karen slowly responds.

"Hey new girl!" Jason cuts In "wanna see a trick? I can guess any girls bra size, just jump one time".

They all turn to him with varies looks of surprise and disgust except for Karen who happily says "ooo do me do me!" While Gretchen calls out "ew Jason!".

Before he can respond Regina cuts in harshly "Oh my god Jason, you do not come to my party with gretchen then skeeze on the new girl right in front of me. Do you wanna have sex with him?"

"Oh, no thank you." Cady says after a small moment, taken aback by Regina's blunt response.

Regina gives her a small smile before turning back to Jason with a harsher gaze "Then it's settled, no body thinks you're funny and that thing you do where you lower your voice is making people really sad." She then turns out to the rest of the hall which had seemingly been watching the whole interaction. "Excuse me anyone who wants Jason Weems to go back to his normal voice raise your hand"

Suddenly everyone in the hall puts up their hand, some nonchalant and some excited to be included in something related to the infamous plastics.

"Bitch"

"Wow, you're really going to get noticed around here. We should help you" Regina says with a small smile. "Can you give us some privacy for a second?" she asks.

Cady turns around towards Janis and Damien who are mouthing to her "we have your food" her attention is drawn back to the plastics as she hears some of their whispers.

"Shes nice, I'm sure she wouldn't tell anyone"

"People won't question it as much"

"Just ask her"

Cady doesn't know what they mean but she doesn't want to intrude so she returns her attention back up to the rest of the room. She sees a girl quickly looking up in her direction before returning to her phone typing something. Cady then hears Regina say "Okay so we don't normally do this but,you're invited to sit with us for the rest of the week".

"Oh no I'm fine,it's ok" she starts to say, wanting to go back to Janis and Damien.

"On Wednesdays we wear pink!" Karen happily says leaving no room for her to disagree.

~~~~

"Yeah he's almost too gay to function" Cady says giggling slightly before realising saying that might not have been the best idea. Before she can take it back Gretchen says "sounds like someone else we know". Karen laughs as Regina giggles with a light blush on her face.

After a short while Cady asks "do you write about everyone in here?".

"Not everyone. Just people who get on our nerves, it's a good way to get out feelings without anyone being hurt" Regina explains.

"And we would never write about friends in it! Because friends are completely deserving of our respect and confidentiality. I mean you would never tell anyone anything we told you, would you?" Gretchen adds on.

Cady nods "of course, you can tell me anything!".

"Good because some secrets are secrets for a reason, otherwise someone could get hurt." Regina states a sudden seriousness to her tone.

After looking up confused for awhile Karen suddenly turns to Gretchen and says "we have secrets?".

Shaking her head Gretchen reasons "of course! You know the fact that Regina-"

"It doesn't matter she'll find out soon enough anyway. For now why don't you give Cady the shoes." Regina cuts her off, turning the conversation into something else.

"The shoes? Oh yeah! Come on Cady." Gretchen says before leading Cady Into the closet.

Karen and Regina start to talk for awhile until the doorbell rings and Regina excitedly runs to get it.

"Hi baby" Regina says as she pulls Y/N Immediately into a hug who mumbles a small "I missed you" Into Regina's chest.

"I missed you too" she responds as she pulls back placing a small kiss on the top of Y/N's head before grabbing her hand and leading her upstairs to see the others.

"Y/N hi!" Karen exclaims seemingly shocked to see her as the couple enter Regina's room.

"Hiya" Y/N responds as she sits at the top of the bed right next to Regina. "Where's Gretchen?" She asks realising the girl was no where to be seen and neither was the new girl.

"I'm here! I was just giving Cady some shoes and having a bit of a chat with her" Gretchen responds as she walks out of the closet with Cady trailing slightly behind her looking a bit awkward.

"Oh I didn't know you had another friend. Im Cady, nice to meet you." Cady said thinking back to Damien and Janis' run down of the plastics and not remembering them saying anything else about a fourth plastic.

"I've heard quite a bit about you, I'm Y/N" the girl says with a smile.

"My girlfriend" Regina adds on as she puts a possessive arm around Y/Ns shoulders who happily leans into her touch.

Cady looks a but shocked before smiling and saying "Oh I didn't know you were dating anyone. Why weren't you at lunch?"

"People in northshore aren't exactly the most accepting with, well anything really. Especially when it comes to the most beautiful popular girl in school dating a loner theatre kid." Y/N says a bit sadly.

"But that's ridiculous, what does that matter to other people" Cady says quite annoyed. She doesn't understand why people can't just mind their own business.

"Everything here is perfectly set out, there's a clear hierarchy and rules on who can do what and if you make one wrong move you immediately fall down. You're lucky Cady, you're new so no one knows who you are, you could be anything, you could be at the top or bottom of the hierarchy. Luckily you have us to help you get to the top"

After a moment of contemplation Cady decides to ask "why did you decide to let me sit with you? I mean I don't exactly scream popular, I didn't even know schools had this kind of hierarchy.".

"Well exactly that, you seemed lost and we wanted to help. Besides it'll help with our plan" Regina responds like it's nothing.

"You're plan?" Cady asks confused.

"To help Y/N sit with us of course!" Gretchen answers "if we were to bring a loser into our group now everyone would question it but if we wait awhile then it won't be too weird because we already would've invited you.".

"Do not call my girlfriend a loser!" Regina yells.

Pulling Regina back towards her Y/N speaks softly to her "Hey hey baby she didn't mean it like that. She's just trying to say that that's what people think and I'm fine with that." Regina grumbles a small sorry to Gretchen before leaning back into the embrace of her girlfriend.

Watching the sweet interactions between the two Cady couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous of the two,she wished Aaron would look at her the way Regina looked at Y/N. But it also made her question, what would she tell Janis? She had promised her new friend she would tell her everything the plastics had said but she had also sworn confidentiality to Regina, what would she do?

~~~~~

A/N:

I finally finished writing the first part of this fic, it's nor the longest chapter but there should be more:)

I hope everyone enjoyed it. This is my first time writing a fanfic so if it's not the best I apologise.

Thank you so much for reading!💜

#Regina George x Reader #regina george x fem reader #Reneé Rapp x Reader #Regina George #Reneé Rapp #mean girls musical #mean girls 2024 #mean girls #it's a blessing and it's a curse #my writing

[fillinforlater]

A Keplian Rocket

Male Reader x Ezaki Hikaru, Huening Bahiyyih, Seo Youngeun, Kang Yeseo

Length: 1554 words*

222 words for Hikaru,

333 words for Bahiyyih,

444 words for Youngeun,

555 words for Yeseo

Tags: sudden switcheroo, supernatural randomness, cruel edging, anal, mating press, fingering, anal missionary, blowjob, 69, face fuck, oral sex, pussy eating, stand and carry, spanking, creampie?

TW: this is so random wtf

(A/N: I'm trying some stuff. Something like this can never work IRL, but in this realm, it's possible alright. I'm experimenting, I hope you like it. Pure, straightforward (?) smut.)

“This rocket has four stages. You ready to start?”

“Ah, my tiny ass!”

Hikaru is incredibly loud. It amazes you that her tiny body can produce sounds like that. Ever since you plunged your cock into her well-lubed butthole, she’s been screaming nonsense. Time to shut her up with your tongue. With the same vigor which you use to destroy her ass, you tongue-fuck her mouth silly. Drool spills out on both sides and onto her bed.

“Tryin’ to make your roommates envious?” you ask with a mischievous grin, Hikaru shakes her head.

“Ju-just, your cock is too big!”

You pull out and pull apart. Her hole is gaping, open wide because you can’t stop yourself. Everytime you see Hikaru, your need to ruin her skyrockets. Place your thumb on the puckered ring, it clenches. 

“Such a needy little thing~” you giggle and pat the short, black hair, all messy from your constant fucking. 

“I need to cum on it, my ass—” Hikaru bites her lips and suppresses a scream when you stick your finger in her tight cunt.

“Then spread your ass for me. Show me how flexible you are.”

You fold Hikaru further down. Her small frame is perfect for a mating press, the position you want to breed her ass in. Your finger inside her pussy goes crazy, your thrusts become frantic, to the point where she explodes—

“222, change!”

Same position, but the girl is much bigger now. Her beautiful face looks like she is in a lot of pain—no surprise. After all, you're stretching both her insides and outsides. She is not nearly as flexible as Hikaru, so you go easy and let her tall body stretch out on the bed. 

“I-I never had a pe-penis th-there before,” Bahiyyih stutters when you retrieve your cock from her formerly virgin butthole.

“I’m sorry, did it hurt,” you gently ask and caress her bare thigh. Her body is something to behold.

“N-not as much as my legs! You almost broke me in half,” she laughs and cutely sniffles. “B-but I’d try it again.”

“What would you try again? Tell me, Bahiyyih, I want to hear it in your words~”

The girl hides behind timid hands, her request not at all timid; absolutely lewd to be exact. Your cock twitches when one of those hands reaches for it, strokes it up and down a couple of times, before she finally says it.

“I-I want it in my ass again.”

Wordlessly, you spread her legs, giving her time to adjust on the mattress. Bahiyyih takes a pillow for under her head, but immediately also uses it to muffle her whines when you ease yourself into her tight asshole. You see her toes curl cutely with every inch you make disappear in her, not yet bottoming out and instead kissing her nose.

“Wow, you take me very well,” you comment and rub along her well-toned thighs. “May I?”

A soft nod. She looks adorable, a young doll you should be careful with. Nonetheless, you plunge into her, a bit too fast, your cock filling her halfway when she suddenly throws an arm around you. Bahiyyih’s mouth is wide agape, a scream, a moan stuck somewhere down that pretty mouth—you force both out with a hard thrust.

“You take me so good, fuck.”

Bahiyyih becomes loud and silly on your cock. her asshole twitching, her orgasm impending—

“333, change!”

Smaller, tighter. Her lips are quivering, pain and shock in her eyes. No one has ever stretched her ass this wide, been this deep inside her. She can barely handle it. Her pointy fingernails with the pink polish dig into your nape, the sting enough for you to back off.

“Ah, sorry, Youngeun,” you groan. “Didn’t know you were—”

“I-it’s too much. Please, pull it out?”

Of course you follow her request. Everything to make that small face beam with anything but discomfort. Youngeun breathes a deep sigh of relief, the monstrous cock only resting on her brown ring now. Still, there is a desperate need in your eyes and you can’t help but rub your rod over her heat. 

“What now?” you think out loud.

“You could use my mouth,” Youngeun thinks out louder, an unmistakable request, and it becomes true when she lays down underneath you, pushes your legs apart and covers your balls in saliva. Feel her quickly switch from on to the other, not leaving any wrinkle uncovered. Suddenly, she tries to fit them both past her crimson lips.

“I don’t think it will fit,” you laugh and rub along the sides of the nude body below you.

“But they are so tasty.” Youngeun pouts, a seal around your sac.

“Let’s see if you are equally tasty~”

You lean down, reach underneath Youngeun’s small butt and pull her towards your mouth. You’ve never seen a pussy twitch so greedily with your tongue inches away; keeping it waiting would serve her right, but goddammit, you got to pay her back.

The young girl flinches at your first contact with her sex, her breathing becomes ragged, her moans inevitable, unless she starts to act. The easiest way to achieve that is to make this a true 69 and get your large dick in her mouth. Although it looks scary compared to her hands, she does not hesitate to get the cockhead on her lips.

Now it’s your turn to flinch at Youngeun’s first contact with your glans. Unlike her however, you want to groan on her pussy, which you start to thoroughly pleasure from clit to perineum with all of your mouth. At the same time, you cannot reject the invitation to her hot orifice and start to fuck into it. It’s like a pussy for you, mimicking the well-known sounds perfectly. 

In your haze you at first don’t notice Youngeun’s silky-smooth thighs wrapping around your head. Her climax is on the horizon, so you thrust down hard a single time, your balls crashing in front of her nose. Your weight, your cock both suffocate her as she trembles and gushes right—

“444, change!”

Yeseo coughs and gags to the point where your dick-controlled mind shuts down in favor of reason and the fear of possible disaster. The regret of your cock now getting cold vanishes the moment you see those round orbs and this somehow even rounder face. Yeseo is undeniably beautiful, even when black, mascara filled tears tumble down her face in a fading stream.

“We can stop if you don’t want to continue,” you say when Yeseo interrupts the brief silence with another cough. Poor thing, you could just pat her short, indigo hair the whole day with no sinful thought crossing your mind. 

“It’s better already,” Yeseo reassures and sits down before you. “And no, I don’t want us to stop. Looks like your little friend right here doesn’t want to stop either.” The back of her hand brushes along the top of your slick shaft. You hold back the urge to throw your head back.

“It’s not small, it’s av—”

“It definitely isn’t small, so it can’t go in my mouth.”

Yeseo lunges at you, a bit out of nowhere, almost toppling your significantly larger body, then she peppers you with sloppy kisses while you get to feel her supple breasts press onto your chest. It’s a well-oiled instinct at this point that your hands reach for her ass; there is just too much to hold onto, you can’t resist.

“Good thing I have better holes.” Her smile is lewd now. Strange. It seemed so innocent mere seconds ago. 

“Then why don’t we—” 

You stand up, firmly grabbing her ass. Yeseo is wrapped around your body. A couple of heavy steps and you find a mirror, your gateway to see what your hands have been exploring. Yeseo’s magnificent butt, not the biggest, but the firmest, with a great shape and perfect for—

“—do it how you like it, butt girl?”

“I-I’m not a butt girl—ah!”

—getting imprints of your hand onto it. You don’t just spank it once, but twice, each cheek deserves your full attention after all. You imagine the short ripple across them to be infinite, extending, coming back, repeating, but in the end, you’ll have to do that. First of all, you have to use her hole.

Yeseo reaches in between her legs for your cock. Looking back over her shoulder, she uses the mirror to guide you to the promised land, her wet cavern, where pussy juice and your cum flow freely. You notice a couple of unsuspected hairs. A moment of hesitance when you touch her entrance.

“I’m so-sorry,” Yeseo mumbles, totally embarrassed. “I had no time to shave.”

“I don’t care,” you groan and she glides down. Yeseo gasps, hands in your hair. You move her back and forth, finding the perfect angle, then start to thrust up into her like into fleshlight. “Hair, no hair, doesn’t matter. I love you regardless.”

“I-I love you too!” Yeseo screams and it’s like she sucks you in deeper. Bottom out in her, give her bottom good smacks, make sure to admire her round face and round ass in unbroken repetition. You piston like an engine, your lust the gasoline. Yeseo makes sure to keep you lubricated.

“Too fast, I’m close,” she sweetly moans. Her tight pussy gets warmer as you lovingly bite her cheek, ready to combust when she does—

“555, the end!”

“This rocket is cruel. Ready to go again, though?”

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #male reader insert #male reader smut #kep1er smut #kepler smut #kep1er hikaru smut #kep1er bahiyyih smut #kep1er youngeun smut #kep1er yeseo smut #yeseo smut #youngeun smut #bahiyyih smut #hikaru smut

[sweetheart-satoru]

nicknames

calling them by a nickname for the first time !!

author's note: help i've been running out of ideas for the first time :( !! anyways here's 3 jjk men and being called by a nickname for the first time ft satoru, suguru, & nanami!!

❦ ─ gojo satoru !

it's been a long day. being a sorcerer is tough. satoru do this, satoru do that. that's all he hears from the higher-ups. he was tired, he wanted to come home to you.

it's around 1 am when he comes home, he kicks off his shoes and walks upstairs where he sees you in bed cuddling a plush, one that he won for you at an amusement park, scrolling through your phone.

he's quiet. when you hear the door creak to your shared bedroom your look up, "baby, you're home?" you ask with a small smile. all he can offer you is a hum.

you know days like these he doesn't feel like talking. his day has been too much, and you get it. you have days like that too. where you just want to come home and lay in his arms in comfy silence.

"do you want me to help you shower?" you ask quietly, getting out from under the covers. and he nods slowly. his head hurts, and his body is about to collapse.

when you two get into the washroom you help him take off his clothes and hold his hand as you step into the shower. he starts mumbling something you can't hear.

"hm? what was that?" you grab the shampoo bottle and squeeze some of the continents out onto your hand before slowly massaging it into his scalp. "why're you still awake..?" he says again.

"i waited for you, 'toru." your voice is like honey. smooth, and warm feeling. his heart melts. he's silent for a moment, and you're humming as you rinse the first round of shampoo out of his hair.

it's moments like these where he feels safe in someone else's arms.

"..'toru?" he asks quietly. and you give him a grin, one that he loves to see everyday when he comes home. "mhm! you're okay with that, right?"

he steps closer as your massage his scalp with more shampoo again, and presses his lips onto yours. your eyes fall shut and you barely hear the water drops from the shower head fall to the ground. he pulls back, gives you a small grin, "of course i am."

❦ ─ geto suguru !

"stop, that tickles!" your giggles echo in your living room as your boyfriend, suguru, tickles you relentlessly for braiding his hair while he napped on your lap.

"you think it's funny to braid my hair, take pictures of it, and send it to ieiri and satoru?" his eye twitched, but you both knew he'd never truly be mad at you. "they'll never let me live this down." he sighs, before laying on top of you, basically squashing you under his body.

your face was basically in his neck, and you tried wriggling your way out of him. "you're too big! you're too big!" you tried telling him, but your voice came out muffled.

suguru places both hands by the side of your head and slowly pulls back, giving you a smirk. it's silent for a moment. and he watches as the gears shift in your head trying to understand why he looked at you the way was. "you know.." he starts, before your eyes slightly widen.

"you're so gross!" but you laugh along anyway. "you're too big!" he mocks you, "but thanks, it has to be true from how much you say it." he grins, tickling your sides a little more.

"'ru, stop, i can't breathe." you sound so breathless, trying to fight his hands away from your sides.

he pauses, "ru?" he repeats, sitting up, and you follow. "mhm, do you like it?" he doesn't just like it, he loves it. but he will never tell you that.

"no." he says dryly. you fake gasp, "wow! so rude, ru." he shakes his head, "stop calling me that." but you both know he doesn't want that. "nuh uh, i'll call you whatever i want." you boop his nose, smiling when his face scrunched.

"oh, really?" he knows he can make you quit any time. you start giggling again, "i'm sorry! i can't take you seriously with those braids!" your hunch over, gasping for air.

his eyes start twitching in annoyance, hands reaching to pull the hair ties out. "you have until i finish getting these braids out before i come to tickle you again." he says.

"but you look like such a pretty princess!" you snicker, mockingly. he stares at you silently, a grin forming on his face as he watches your cocky smirk slowly disappear as you watch him take out the braids fast.

his hands reach for the second one, his speed increasing. "five, four.." you swallow, jumping off the couch, "uh oh.." you chuckle nervously, before hurrying to a spot in your house that's away from him. "three, two.."

"'ru, come on! i love you, lets talk this out!" you smile at him, walking backwards as he stands up and walks towards you. "one." he says, quietly, and calmly. too calm for your liking.

"ready or not, because here i fucking come, baby."

❦ ─ nanami kento !

he's arguing on the phone, probably with work, as he makes lunch for little yuji. "yuji," you call out to him, "are you ready for school?" you ask. "mama! i need help with my shoelaces!" he says back to you. and you glance at the very stressed nanami in the kitchen, packing up yuji's food.

"here, let me show you," you slowly, but surly teach little yuji to tie his shoelaces as nanami comes into the front with yuji's lunch. "here," he hands yuji the little lunch box. "have a good day." nanami says, bending down to give a small kiss onto yuji's head. "are you okay, dada?" the small boy asks.

"hm? yeah, of course. why?" he asks, patting his head, "you seemed angry on the phone." nanami looked at you worried, afraid he might have scared him, to which, you gave him a small smile that told him to relax.

"im okay, it's nothing you need to worry about." when nanami stands back up to his full height, yuji gives nanami's knee a small kiss. "okay!" he grins happily, and both yours and nanami's knees feel weak.

"mama, can you and dada walk me to the bus stop?" the second grader asks you. you both glance at your watch before to each other and then down to him. "sure, baby." you smile.

you watch and yuji kicks his feet in joy. you unlock the door, "come, you two. don't want to miss the bus now, do we?" yuji shakes his head before grabbing on to his dada's hand before walking to the stop.

you stand behind them, with your phone out and film them as they walk, chatting with each other about the friends yuji has made in school. "and one of their names is megumi! he's so cool, he's really good at art too! and the other, her name is nobara! she's kinda scary.. but she's really smart and is good at coloring!" nanami hums in amusement, listening to yuji rant about the friends he has made.

placing your phone back into your pocket, nanami turns his head to you, "why are you behind us? here." he holds out his hand, which you happily take it.

you three wait for the bus to arrive. "oh, dada, mama! i have something for you!" yuji places his lunch box down, and slides his bag off. pulling out a sheet of paper, and a pack of stickers. "yesterday, i drew this for you mama," he hands it to you, "and i played a game and i won a bunch of stickers! i got them for you, dada!" yuji motions nanami to bend down, which he does, and places a bunch of stickers all over his face.

you giggle, "so cute!" and snap a few pictures of him. he rolls his eyes at you, and lets yuji continue placing more stickers onto his face. "do you like it?" he asks, and nanami nods. "i love it." he pinches his cheek.

the bus arrives and yuji gets on, only after kissing you both on the cheek goodbye. when the bus leaves, nanami turns to you. "you better delete that."

you shake your head, "delete what?" you giggle when he presses his forehead against yours. "don't show it to anyone, especially not gojo." you grin, "don't know what you're talking about, but okay, 'nami."

the way you say his nickname makes him smile softly, if you didn't look close enough you'd miss it. he doesn't comment on it, and you take the silence as an okay to keep calling him that.

"so, 'nami, was it work again?" you say, referring to the arguing on the phone earlier. he nods, "yeah, they're really stressing me out." you hold his hand as you walk back to your shared house. "wanna talk about it?" you kiss the hand that wears his wedding ring.

"how about a bath together and breakfast first?" he suggests, "i'll start the bath and you make the breakfast?" you ask, and he kisses your temple, walking into the house.

"always."

author's note: bye this took me so long. also i am not a nanami girl so im sorry if this doesn't act like him :( i've never written for him before !!

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[bluberryfields]

"I want a proper apology."

The dramatic “apology dance”

In the entirety of Season 2, I think the “apology dance” scene is pretty close to my favorite.

The way Crowley walks in like he’s entering a stage in a packed theater.

The way Azi clearly sees him coming and fusses himself up to look extra focused on his work and not at all excited about Crowley’s return.

Crowley, noticing that Azi has yet to look at him, ramps up the drama by:

Whipping off his glasses (taking off his armor)

Response from Azi? Clears his throat and focuses harder on his work.

Time for Level 2 Drama, it seems.

Stalking over to the table (no sauntering here)

Tossing the glasses down (looks casual but absolutely isn’t)

Ringing that little bell (like a ceremonial gong signaling “this is fucking happening”)

Walking back into the rotunda where he has maximum visibility (also maximum vulnerability)

Azi now has no choice but to react, which he does by slowly looking up and over at Crowley, who looks like the human-shaped embodiment of dread.

Finally announcing “I’m back” like the bitchy customer who just yesterday had declared they were never shopping here again

I mean, wow. Amazing. Glorious.

Not to be outcunted, Azi just casually turns back to his work and practically hums, “Yes. I can see that.”

Damn, Aziraphale, did you take lessons in passive aggression from my mother?

Now Crowley groans in a way that I felt to my core and asks, “Do you want a big, ‘I think I said the wrong thing,’ sort of an apology, or can we take that as said?”

He averts his eyes until the last second because this probably feels more demeaning than begging Azi not to do his magic act at Warlock’s birthday part.

Still turned away, Azi replies in a tone that is a mix of hurt and guilt that makes me think this has been coming for awhile. "I'd like the apology actually." I bet you would, Angel.

Back to Crowley, he pauses to assess his options, takes a deep breath, and says the magic words: “You were right.” Also looks like he almost says something else but either doesn’t know what to say or doesn’t want to say it.

Oh wow, so convincing. Bravo.

Finally, Azi puts down his glasses and his work and turns to address Crowley. He is not happy.

“Not good enough. I want a proper apology.” Also, side note, but Michael Sheen’s voice here is just…yum.

Before Azi can finish, Crowley is so quick to reject this idea. “No.” with a shake of the head.

You're not winning this battle, Crowley, and you know it.

“With the little dance.” Azi’s voice perks up and his eyes brighten at the hope this will happen. Seize that opportunity!

Again, Crowley barely let’s the word “dance” come out before he tries to shut it down. “I don’t do the dance.” Nope, no sir, not this demon.

Oh no, now Azi’s anger joins the hurt and guilt for a vicious trifecta. “I did the ‘I was wrong’ dance in 1650, 1793, 1941…” each date being spat out with increasing amounts of venom.

Oh Crowley, you brought this on yourself, girl.

This non-apology combined with his “I'm sorry. I apologize. Whatever I said, I didn’t mean it. Work with me, I’m apologizing here. Yes? Good. Get in the car.” and I can see why Azi reacts to this the way he does.

Crowley knows he’s beaten and concedes with a “Fine!” that feels the very opposite of the word.

Okay so before the “proper apology” can begin, Azi gets up from his chair, straightens his waistcoat, and stands with his hands grasped in front of him like a proper gentleman. A properly petty gentleman.

Then the main attraction! Crowley, looking completely stone-faced, does “the little dance.”

It’s wonderful. He looks so silly and childish and graceful and mature. And god, that deep knee bend at the end? Amazing.

Also amazing is Crowley’s face when he says "Kay?” while bobbing his head and eyebrows back like a sassy rooster? *chef’s kiss*

For Azi’s part, god it is just a delicious mix of polite poker face and barely concealed thirst. I see your eyes scanning Crowley, drinking in that thin, dark Duke. That little dance will live in his head forever.

And that’s the signal to go back to normal! Crowley regains control and Azi falls back into the supporting role.

Long-term relationships are hard, yo.

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[adoregojo]

⋆｡𖦹°‧ late night talk ➝ nagi seishiro ✶

can't believe i never wrote for nagi.. content ➠ fluff, fluff and more fluff. kinda short.. :'3

"am i sloppy looking?"

nagi light voice called, you weren't sure if it was a dream because it was around 3am and a half and your vision was blurry from heavy sleep. you opened your eyes a little to be met with your boyfriend facing the ceiling instead of you looking down and in deep thoughts.

"sei..it's too late to have a night talk." your voice was raspy and clearly still drowsy.

"but i wanna know, am i unattractive looking?" your boyfriend asked with his usual plant voice. even when nagi wasn't that good with showing emotions yet you always told him his eyes were an open window and tells enough, he was a little frown that you almost didn't notice.

"and since when did the nagi seishiro care about looks?" you stated, at least trying to lighten up the mode.

"I don't, i care what you think." he explained.

you were taken off by his words that causes the sleep to flow away. you never thought that the day will come and nagi ask you a question like that, you didn't remember saying anything about his looks specifically about him being dreary looking, his eyes remained dry and drained, like something was eating him alive that it didn't allow him to close his eyes. you were never hesitant to tell him he looked handsome showering him with compliments. so whats that about?

he still refuses to meet you eyes, was he afraid to see the look at your face? or hear the words that will come out next? even someone that lacked emotions like nagi could be sorrowful sometimes.

"well, if you asked me." you moved your body closer to him until you felt your shoulder touching his, you cupped his ear and whispered gently. "i think you're the only one ever."

nagi finally turned to lock his eyes with yours, his resting eyes were now slightly wider and his mouth as well, "really?" he blurted when his ears felt heart hot.the sudden change almost made you laugh, he looked so elated like a puppy that just got his treat.

you two were close, almost nose touching each other's. the closeness never bothered you neither will it now, you nodded with smile that made his heart flutter. he felt warm again.

"even if a if i wore that ugly sweater you hate with passion?" he asked playfully.

"I'd still think you're the only guy ever." you admitted.

"even with that hideous cowboy hat?"

"yes sei, even with that hideous cowboy hat."

"wow, you must reallly love me." he said mischievously and you roll your eyes playfully. "shut up, and i also love you for what you have in here." you patted him on his left chest, pointing to his heart.

"....my chest?"

"your heart, dumbass!"

"ooohh." he shook his understandment. you couldn't help but chuckle a bit, seriously how is this guy considered a genius?

your laughter made his black and white world into something colourful, melting his iced heart and colouring his unoccupied soul. he never thought having someone to think of him more than a genius soccer player would make him feel this alive.

damn, he was absolute smitten wasn't he?

"did that satisfy you? can we go back to sleep now?" he turned to you now sluggish figure, barely able to keeo one eye opened.

"i wanna hold you." he said as you turned around giving him you back, he took your silence as an approval to warp his arms around stomach holding you as close as possible, his massive body taking over yours. it didn't hurt to give you a couple of kisses before sleeping, right?

"quite the kisses..i wanna sleep sei." you mumbled while his lips kept smashing against every inch of your face.

"just one more."

he didn't stop at one, or two, or three..

"i only have eyes for you too.." he doubted you heard that.

love nagi..have a great day everyone └(^o^)┘

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[oepionie]

—"GOTTA ESCAPE THE VOID." overblot mc!

SYNOPSIS: The Ramshackle prefect has a reputation for frequently encountering fatal magical mishaps. And when a magical accident involving Crowley almost kills them, Crewel resolves to take matters into his own hands. But it appears that his impulsive decisions cause the prefect to reach their limit and go off the rails.

⊹ [ cw ] — heavy warnings, please read before you proceed. arguments with father, self-depricating thoughts, mentions of blood, protective parent, thoughts of offing self (only once), overblot mc!, miscommunication w friends, crying, physical fights ◞

⊹ [ tags ] — angst! gender neutral reader, crewel really embodies the 'cruel' in 'cruella', ace gets mad at you :(, deuce tries to comfort you through it all, crowley feels guilt (wow), crewel is vry vry angry and punches crowley, crewel has a mother gothel moment<3◞

⊹ [ w.c ] — 2.5k+◞ | 🦇masterlist◞

YOUR VISION WAS NOTHING, but a myriad of colorful blurs and shapes. Muffled voices spoke to you, but everything was practically just incomprehensible, panicked babbling. The heavy pressure of metal was pressed up against your windpipe, restraining your breath as it wound tighter and tighter. Though, a few seconds later, it vanished as if it had never existed, bursting into bright magical sparks.

The gush and pool of blood surrounds your dirtied, tangled mess of hair, a dark scarlet seeping into the knotted strands. Kneeling before your body, Crowley felt his heart skid to a stop. The sight of your fatigued form writhing around the ground tore at his chest, claws of guilt digging in deep and dragging across thick tissue.

"Prefect…Can you hear me?" The crow murmurs, clawed hands pressing against the side of your pounding head as he guides it to rest atop his lap. Vibrant blooms of red stain the dark fabric of his pants, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

"Dad…it hurts s'much." You slur in hushed tones, your eyes wringing shut from the pain. That was enough for Crowley to put his arms around you.

He shielded your body with his torso, hands clawing at your back as he wracks his mind of what to do next. Hastily turning round, he shifts his gaze to the surrounding students, all of them looking equally mortified.

"What are you standing around there for?! Call the nurse!"

"Y-Yes, sir!"

Drip. Drip

The pungent smell of alcohol and medication fill your senses as you groggily blink awake.

The familiar creaky wood of Ramshackle's ceiling greets you as you pull yourself from dreamland. Looking over both sides of your bed, you smile once you see both Deuce and Ace seated on a nearby couch. Both of them were quick to jump up and approach you, fussing over your bedridden form.

"Thank Sevens." Deuce murmurs, tenderly combing your damp hair back. You roll your head to the side to face him, but wince at the sudden throb of pain in your spine. Ace darts over and hushes you, gently repositioning your head to face front once more, making sure your neck was supported by a pillow. "Hey…It'd be great if you don't move so much…"

“Right. Makes sense. 'Nways…how bad was my injury?” You mutter, your recollections of the past event still foggy. All you could remember was that Crowley had fired a spell, and you somehow got into the crossfire.

“Fucking horrible.” Ace scoffs, looking at you sternly.

"Yeah, take it easy for a bit. The injury was…pretty serious. It was a miracle that the spell missed your head by a thread…" Deuce murmurs as he presses a gentle hand on your bandaged forehead.

Strands of blueberry hair fall loosely at the sides of his face as he stares down at you with worry. "You were out for three days."

"Ah…well—you know, me and my dumb non-magical ass. Always getting into trouble," you giggle, a cheery grin stretching over your cracked lips. Though it rapidly drops when you realize your two friends aren't laughing with you.

Ace shifts his gaze to the floor, hands clasped into a fist. "You're not dumb, prefect…"

"Well—I kinda am," You snort, tugging the blanket closer to your chilly form. "I really have to stop being around the old man's magic shows."

Unconvinced, Ace only shakes his head and scoffs at your jokes. The ginger reclines back into his chair, hands vigorously tugging and pulling at his hair. "You aren't. The real issue here is that deadbeat crow. I mean...hasn't he learnt anythin' from last time? What kind of idiot treats his child—"

"It wasn't his fault, Ace." Pushing yourself off the bed, you immediately interrupt him, voice stern as you rush to defend Crowley. "He didn't mean it. I got in the path of his magic. And—I'm pretty sure he's already beating himself up over this."

Sinking back into the bed, you clasp both your hands together. "It wasn't his fault. Sure, he's reckless and all but…but he's still my dad."

Silence washes over your room.

Ace was visibly frustrated, the blunt tips of his nails dug deep into his skin, nearly piercing past skin. With a final scoff, he stands from his chair and quietly excuses himself from the room.

The door slams shut with a blaring bang as both you and Deuce were left alone.

Sighing, the freshman takes your trembling hand in his, clasping it tight as his body temperature warms the cool skin. He draws your right arm up to press your palm against his cheek, eyes looking deep into yours.

"Professor Crewel is pissed," Deuce whispers as you trace gentle circles on his skin. A pair of shaky cyan eyes meets your concerned ones. "He was planning to—"

Deuce's mouth parted open and close and yet he couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. You cast a questioning glance his way, but Deuce shakes his head, disregarding your questions.

"…nothing."

Surprise washes over you as you stare down at Deuce's hunched over form. It…wasn't like your friends to be so dismissive.

You, Ace, and Deuce had always been good friends. Sure you had your differences but you always communicated openly with one another. Nobody has ever been this...secretive.

Just…what was happening?

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

The sickening crack of a bone echoes through the faculty room as the rough knuckle of Crewel's fist connects with Crowley's face. The headmaster reels, mask flying off as his hands fly to his bloodied nose.

Everyone in the vicinity quieted as the only noise heard was the potionology professor's labored breathing.

Then, without hesitation, Crewel surges forward. Loud commotion and screaming could be heard in the meeting room as everyone quickly circles around the two. A couple of hands seize Crewel by the arms, but the professor only grows more agitated, attempting to fight past the herd.

"Let me go!" Crewel roars, tugging his arm free as he attempts to swing a fist at the headmaster. "Dire! This is your fucking fault!"

"Divus! Calm yourself!" Trein scolds, arms locked tight around the man's torso. A few more pairs of hands restrain the professor as he is forcibly pushed down onto a couch.

His face was the epitome of unrepressed rage: With his cheeks drawn back in a deep sneer, eyes bloodshot red, and hair a knotted mess.

Trein stands before the younger man, looking down at him with disgust. "Have you no shame? What will the prefect think once they hear of this?"

Across the room, Crowley spits out a little blood, blinking fresh tears out of his eyes. For the last three days, the crow has been suppressing all of its emotions; however, all of a sudden, he is overcome with an unfettered and unhindered flood of shame and rage.

When the headmaster finally turned around, he fixed Crewel with an expression so scathing that the potionology professor felt compelled to charge at him again.

Once, coldly, sharply, and bitterly, Crowley laughed. "It's my fault, you say? You think I don't know that?"

"Oh please—Dire. I couldn't care less about what you think." Crewel seethes, venom practically dripping from his lips. The alchemy professor strides forward, heels clicking against the floor as he grabs Crowley by the collar.

"You're a failure of a father. All you've ever brought their way is danger." The professor cackles kicking the crow's skin.

Digging deep into his red handbag, Crewel snatches out papers and jams it into Crowley's chest. The crow unravels the creased pages to read the text on the document, eyes ripping wide open as he realizes what it was.

"You…can't possibly." The headmaster sputters, hands shaking as he reads the texts again and again.

"Oh, but I can." Crewel sneers, taking pleasure in the look of fear Crowley sends his way. He snaps around, coat billowing up behind him as he briskly walks towards the entryway. "I expect those papers to be signed by tonight."

Before walking out of the room, Crewel spares the headmaster one final glance. "The prefect departs this Monday."

Days after the event were all followed by violent storms that appeared to go on forever. Every night and day, the rain endlessly poured down from the bitter grey skies and roars of thunder echoed through the dewy clouds. Some days, it was nearly impossible to go to school.

It was almost as though Mother Nature herself was upset.

Just like how everyone was.

Crowley and your other friends shunned you like you had the plague. Even bright Kalim greeted you with a deep frown, a flimsy excuse slipping off his lips as he ran away. Only Deuce stayed by your side through it all.

The blueberry had told you everything was alright—that everything was normal and fine— but you couldn't help but be skeptical.

So when Crewel came to visit, you welcomed him right in. Eager to hear what he has to say.

The clatter and click of your father's heeled boots echoed through the walls of the dormitory as he examined the premises, comparing it to his own much more lavish flat back home in the city.

Finally, after an excruciating 5 minutes. his gaze flitted over to your bedridden form.

And the words he utters out next shatter your entire being.

"I'm withdrawing you from NRC."

What.

The glass clasped in your bandaged hands slips from your grip, smashing onto the oak wood of Ramshackle's flooring. You raise your mortified gaze to scowl at your professor, jaw dropped open in shock.

"What?" you breathlessly utter. "What do you mean?!"

"I'm transferring you to another school." Crewel replies, pushing himself off the fireplace and slipping his thick fur coat off his shoulders. The scant light emitted by the candles atop your study table did nothing to help you navigate his form as he strode around your bedroom.

"Now. You might be asking why? For one, look at the…accommodations Dire provided you with."

Crewel kicks a piece of splintered bark aside while making a gesture towards the disorder and wreckage all around you.

In the evenings, you had to use candles because the ceiling lights seldom ever functioned. The flooring had so many tears and holes that they were virtually falling apart. On occasion, you could even see the scuffle of rats beneath. The roof leaked, horribly; You had no money to fix it so you placed a bucket below instead. The front door was broken, barely hanging on its hinges, evidence of all the times your friends visited and never bothered to knock.

All of these problems and so many more were present, but this dorm was with you since the very start. It provided you with a roof over your head…it helped you survive.

"So what?" You retort, leaning back into your bed and sinking deep into the scratchy yet familiar pillows. "I don't mind it!"

"A foolish decision." Crewel sneers, running a hand into his hair. "Your accommodations aren't the only problem. Your self-destructive habits endanger you as well!"

There it was.

Groaning, you wring your hands through your hair, tangling it up. "When are you gonna stop saying that I'm self-destructive!?"

"When you start acting like somebody that actually cares about their life!" Crewel barks out, hands grasping your shoulders. The sudden increase in volume makes you recoil, but you were stubborn and refused to give in just yet.

"But I do care about my life!" You sputter out. "Why can't you just—"

"Remember what happened when Rosehearts overblotted?" He reminds you, "You charged towards a bloodthirsty tyrant with no protection, no magic, and no plan." Crewel then crosses his arms over his chest, addressing you with a pointed glare. "And you have the nerve to tell me you're not self destructive?"

"Riddle is not a tyrant!" Crying out, you slam your hand against your bedsheets, face twisting into an unsightly sneer. "I was trying to save my friend!"

Crewel gets right in your face, returning the expression of anger you sent his way. "Those friends of yours only care about you when you're useful!" he thundered, jabbing a finger into your chest.

That comment immediately silenced you.

Your hand was clasped over your mouth, jaw dropped wide open in disbelief as a sharp gasp escapes your dry throat.

A poisonous and dangerously harmful feeling gripped at whatever remnant the professor had of a heart. It colored his thoughts with regret as he began to feel a twinge of guilt, the weight of words sinking in.

There was a deep sigh of resignation from Crewel before he put a hand on your shoulder and looked you deep in the eyes, voice lowering to a softer lilt. "Why is it that every other person in that dorm had the sense to run away from the blots, but you didn't?"

Kneeling down, your father gazed at you with such vulnerability in his eyes as he murmurs, "Do you know how terrified I was every time I'd get the same message from Dire that you were out fighting overblots again? Putting your life at risk for those rabid dogs?"

The recognition of your destructive habits hit you like a splash of ice cold water. With a guilty and uncomfortable grimace on your face, you averted your attention to the floor. "I just wanted to help."

Slowly rising to his feet again, Crewel casts a deep frown your way. "I know you do, but you're careless with your life and if you're not careful…one of these days, you're gonna die."

"I will not hear anymore disagreements about this, do you hear? I've allowed you to run rampant around these past few months. You will so as I say and I'll have you transferred by the end of this week." He says simply, dropping a pristine sheet of paper clasped in a clipboard before you. Your dull eyes flicker across the title as you grudgingly reach for the pen he offers you.

TRANSFER APPLICATION.

That blank line at the end of the page is swiftly covered by your shaky red signature and Crewel is powerless to stop the relieved sigh that heaves past his lips.

A surge of victory, certainty, and an intense sense of relief overpowers the tangled and conflicting sentiments of guilt that were swimming through his chest.

You were safe, that's all that matters.

With a grieving heart, you nudge the pen and page back to your father dismissively, placing them both atop the bed. Crewel re-rolled the page and tucked it back into his handbag along with the pen.

The professor raises a hand to gently pat your shoulders as he bends down, pressing a kiss atop your head. "Father knows best."

As Crewel quietly takes his leave, he is none the wiser to the formation of impure, tainted tar-like blot dripping from your tears. Curling in yourself, you tuck your head into your knees, a broken sob spilling from your lips.

A sick and twisted feeling arises in your heart as you replay the argument you had with Crewel, and you start to wish that maybe, just maybe, Crowley's spell had succeeded in striking you.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

"Oi…Henchhuman?"

Drip.

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[cicimunson]

Ruin Me Part 2

Series Summary: Eddie is obsessed with you, but tries to hide it because he knows you’re a virgin and he doesn’t want to corrupt you or risk your friendship.

Chapter Summary: Eddie's been avoiding you and you call him out. He is quick to remedy the situation.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Virgin Female Reader

Warnings: EDDIE RIDES OUR THIGH LOVES. Little bit of angst in the beginning, sexual situations.

Word Count: Almost 2k

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Part 5

It'd been a few days since you'd hung out with Eddie. You saw him in class and at lunch, but other than that, he’d barely spoken to you. You could tell he was avoiding you.

Maybe you'd come on too strongly the other day. Eddie had licked and sucked your tits until your nipples were practically chafed, jerking himself off until he came all over his hand.

He wouldn't let you look at the mess. He didn't even kiss you afterwards, although you'd been writhing from his touch, practically begging him to meet your lips with his own. He'd cleaned himself up and apologized several times.

"I'm sorry. I took it too far. I feel terrible."

He held you close, whispering apologies over and over while kissing your cheeks and forehead repeatedly.

"Eddie, it's okay. I promise there's nothing to feel bad about. I liked it."

"You're so sweet, you don't deserve this. I'm the devil."

He ushered you back out the door, looking guilty and remorseful despite you insisting it was fine. He didn't even say bye, just murmured he was sorry once more before shutting the door in your face.

You knew that the two of you had crossed a line you couldn't come back from. Not that you wanted to. Sure, you were a virgin. And yeah, calling you innocent was pretty accurate. But something about Eddie made you want to change all that. You knew he felt the same. It was just getting the scales to tip in your favor at this point.

You catch up with him in the parking lot after school. "Munson, wait up!"

He turns to you, his expression unreadable. "Oh, hey." He greets you half-heartedly.

"Are we still on for tonight?"

"Tonight?"

"Studying for O'Donnell's final?"

"Oh, yeah, shit, I forgot. I kinda have plans."

He made plans. He forgot about you. That fucking hurts.

"Wow. Okay, then." You turn to walk away.

"Don't be mad." He pleads

"It's fine, Eddie. I get it. I'll leave you alone."

 He sighs. "Come on, Y/N, it's not like that."

"You haven't spoken to me in almost three days. And now you're blowing me off. It is like that. But it's cool. No worries"

He grabs your shoulder and turns you to face him.

"Y/N, I feel guilty as shit for what happened the other day. I shouldn't have touched you like that, shouldn't have made you watch me. I just…I know if I'm alone with you it's gonna happen again and maybe go further than it needs to."

"You didn't make me do anything, Eddie. I could have walked out anytime. I chose to stay."

"Because I'm corrupting you."

"No, because I'm tired of being treated like a little girl by everyone. Because you make me feel things I haven't felt before. Because I liked what I saw you doing. It's not about you and what you do, Eddie. It's about me and what I want. I'm my own person and I can make my own decisions."

He sighs, running a thumb over your bottom lip. "And what do you want, sweetheart? You don't even know what you're asking for."

"So teach me. Better you than some jock or someone from your club, right?"

His eyes narrow. "I would kill anyone that tried."

"I'm not going to stay your sweet Y/N forever, Eddie." You lick the pad of his thumb that's gliding over your lip.

Eddie's breath hitches.

You swirl your tongue around his finger.

He moans softly and pushes his thumb past your lips. You suck on it and he pulls you close.

"What are you doing to me, Y/N?" He murmurs into your hair. "My resolve is hanging by a thread."

You whimper around his finger and he groans, knowing he can't keep fighting the urge to make you his.

He removes his thumb from your mouth and replaces it with his tongue. You tug on the lapels of his jacket, wanting him closer, wanting to feel him pressed against you.

He breaks away from the kiss after a minute or two. "As much as I'd love to keep going, we should probably get off school property."

You giggle. "Oh yeah, probably."

"Can I give you a ride home?"

"Mhm, thank you."

You and Eddie climb into his van and head down the road. You watch as he drums on the steering wheel, singing under his breath to the Black Sabbath song blaring from the speakers.

Feeling bold, you reach out and take one of his hands, pressing a small kiss to his knuckles before laying it on your lap. Eddie squeezes your bare thigh, his thumb slipping underneath your skirt to trace circles on your skin.

Your shiver and he grins, glancing over at you. "You okay?"

"Mhm. I'm fine."

He lets his hand wander a little higher. "Are you sure?"

You squirm under his touch. His hand is warm and his cool rings are a nice contrast to the heat. You clench your thighs together.

Eddie smirks knowingly.

"So needy. So cute." He murmurs to himself as he pulls up in front of your house.

"No one's home if you want to come in." You try to sound nonchalant.

He raises an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"Mhm. We could get a snack or something before you have to attend to your other plans."

"Oh, I didn't tell you? Those plans got canceled."

You giggle. "On the car ride over here?"

"Yup. They sent a smoke signal, you probably didn't see it." He deadpans with a wink.

You play along. "Oh, makes sense."

Once inside, you offer Eddie a coke and some pretzels. He guzzles it down, soda running from the corner of his lips. You wipe it away with your thumb and then stick your thumb in your mouth.

Eddie watches you, fascinated. Everything you did lately seemed sexual to him. The way you giggled, the skirts you wore around him, the way you looked at his mouth when he talked.

To his surprise, you take a step towards him and brush your lips against his. He kisses you back softly and carefully, oh so damn carefully, struggling with the urge to grab the back of your head and slide his tongue in your mouth.

Your hands slip underneath his shirt and he groans. "You're so sweet, baby. So damn sweet."

"I'm not sure how to touch you." You admit. "I wanna learn, though."

"Do you ever touch yourself?"

You look down, clearly flustered.

"Tell me. Do you ever rub yourself?"

Just tell him. It’s nothing to be embarrassed of.

"I have before, yes."

"How did it make you feel?"

You still can't meet his eyes. "Really good." You admit.

He lifts your chin. "Did you think of me?"

You squirm under his gaze.

"Answer me."

You know there's no point in lying, Eddie can read you like a book. "Yes. I've thought of you while doing it."

He smiles, looking almost smug. You can see the lust in his eyes.

"Eddie?"

He takes a step back and lifts you on the kitchen table.

"Show me what you do."

"What?"

"When you touch yourself. Show me how you do it."

You blush. "Eddie-"

He leans down and presses a kiss to the top of your thigh, then another one a little higher. He pushes your skirt up as he goes, until he's kissing your hip bones and your skirt is hiked all the way up.

You moan softly and run your finger through his hair.

He hooks a finger in the waistband of your panties. "Can I take them off you?"

You nod and lift your ass so that he can pull them down. He sticks them in his jeans pocket before kissing down your leg and back up the other one, pushing them apart.

You realize your pussy is on full display for him.

He kisses right above your pubic bone and you gasp. He takes your hand and guides it between your legs.

"Show me how you touch yourself when you think of me."

You can't resist him. You both know it. You start moving your fingers in slow circles on your clit.

"Feel good, angel?"

"Mhm." You rub a little faster and moan softly.

"Do you put fingers in yourself?"

You nod.

"Let me see."

You groan as you ease a finger into your pussy. You're wet, wetter than usual, and you know it's because he's watching you.

His intense gaze is fastened between your legs, his tongue flicking put to lick his lips.

"Can you add another finger, sweetheart?"

You push another finger inside you and moan his name.

Eddie's eyes snap up to your face.

"Say it again. Say my name."

"Eddie."

"Again."

"Eddie."

He pulls you closer to the edge of the table. "Keep doing that. Keep touching yourself."

"Do you want to touch yourself, too?" 

"I'm gonna do something else."

He places a leg on either side of your thigh and rubs against you.

You'd heard about thigh-riding before. Nancy had talked about riding Steve's thigh before she gave him her virginity. You didn't realize it was something boys could do, too.

Eddie grunts as he grinds down on you, the zipper of his jeans digging into your skin. You secretly hope it leaves a mark. Branding you as his.

Eddie watches your fingers move faster, listens to the sound of your pussy getting wetter and your breathing speeding up.

He wants more than anything to replace your fingers with his cock, but he knows it's too soon. It's something that needs to be worked up to.

He can't take his eyes off you as he shamelessly ruts against your thigh. He had told himself he wasn't going to worry about getting off, that he'd be content to jerking off at home picturing this moment, but he couldn't hold back. He needed to come with you.

"I'm so close." You moan, your fingers moving frantically. "Eddie, I'm gonna…"

"That's right, sweet girl. Come for me. You can do it."

You cry out his name as your whole body tightens. The orgasms you'd had before were nothing compared to this. It slams into your body so fast your vision goes spotty. Your cunt spasms around your fingers and you fall back on the kitchen table, still working your fingers furiously because the sight of the man falling apart while he grinds into you makes you want to keep going, to keep cumming.

Eddie feels his cock twitch and he knows he's close. He snatches your hand from between your legs and sucks on your fingers, the taste of your pussy sending him over the edge.

Rather than cum in his boxers, he lets open his fly and shoots his load on your leg.

You gasp when the hot liquid hits your skin. 

Eddie lays on your stomach, gasping.

You reach down and touch your thigh, bringing your fingers up to examine them.

Eddie's eyes nearly bulge out of his head when you lick them.

"Jesus Christ." He presses his forehead to yours. "I say I'm your damnation, but I'm starting to think you might be mine."

You kiss him softly. "I guess we'll be damned together."

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[ashtxrie]

all in the name of love (riki)

PAIR. non-idol!riki x gn!reader GENRE. angst, hurt/comfort WORD COUNT. 0.5k WARNINGS. being cheated on by a male manipulator... NOTES. a very drastic juxtaposition to my first work (that was very giggly sunoo content)-- i held back on this idea for too long bc i was debating on which enha member it suited more, but decided on riki because i really wanted to portray this side of him

“i’m so lost,” you whisper in riki’s arms, holding the fabric of his shirt as you cry. “why’d he do it?” you bite back a sob. “i thought he loved me.”

riki's hand rubs circles into your back. he wipes tears away from your eyes with his thumb, face falling. “don’t cry,” he whispers. “please don’t cry.”

you bury your face into his chest. “he didn’t even tell me.”

“well, he’s an ass.”

you look up at this, eyes red, but still surprised. you haven’t heard riki curse at someone, ever. and you’ve never thought it’d be for your sake. “language,” you whisper.

riki laughs, and a shadow of his signature smile flits across his face. “shush.”  he sombers quickly, eyes indistinguishable. and he looks at you sadly.

you simply let your head rest in the crook of his neck, your grip against his shirt tightening. “he said he loved me. and he was, he was--”

“i know,” riki whispers. “i know.”

“he was out, kissing some other girl. telling her every line he said to me while he came back and told me he, he loved me.”

riki holds you tighter.

“i feel like shit,” you sniff. “i’m so stupid.”

“no,” riki says quietly. “you're not stupid. you were in love.” he looks at you softly. “you’re not stupid.”

“i should’ve seen it.”

and riki’s voice is still so soft, so careful. “didn’t you? are you sure you didn’t?”

you say nothing.

“maybe you did.” he rubs circles into your back. “but you loved him, so maybe you made excuses. because you’re kind, and caring, and you're human.”

“yeah,” you say shakily. “how do you know all this?”

riki chuckles softly, breathing in slowly. “because i’m in love, too.”

“are you being stupid, too?”

riki smiles, although it’s bittersweet. “yeah. definitely stupid.” he shrugs again. “well, i’m always stupid, so. although it’s definitely made me more clumsy. weirder. but strangely a little wise, i think.”

“why’s that?”

riki hums. “heartbreak and all makes you wiser. dunno. maybe i’ve just always been smart, huh?”

you snort.

“hey,” riki smacks your shoulder lightly. “don’t make fun of me.”

“didn’t,” you sniffle, smiling. “you’re the best, riki.”

riki smiles. “so are you.”

“pssh. don’t deflect compliments, weirdo.”

“i’m not! i just said you’re the best, too, because you are. you’re also incredibly--” he shuts his mouth. “um. thank you.”

you wrap your arms around his shoulders. “no, thank you. i was a mess earlier.”

“i’m always here.”

“wow,” you smile, “whoever you decide to date next is going to be so lucky. i’m almost jealous.”

riki blushes, looking down. “you don’t have to be. jealous, i mean.”

“hm?”

riki is still looking down, and you can’t determine his expression. “you’ve got nothing to worry about. so don’t be jealous.”

“okay,” you pull away, wiping at your eyes. “thanks again.”

riki looks up, finally meeting your gaze. “i mean it. i’m always here.”

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[punkette1026]

You Are Not My Mom Part 2

Summary:

In the aftermath of Sarah outburst, Joel tries to make you see that Sarah didn't mean what she said and wants you to come back home. However, you're own doubts about your place in the family keeps you from doing that. You didn't know if you were ready to face your daughter and the cruel revelation that you would never be her real mother.

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Bullying, Pregnancy

Words:6,973

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Notes:

Thank you for all the support. Wow and to think that I was going to give this story up and throw it way. I really hope you like part 2. I didn't plan on writing on initially, but you all convinced me to do a part 2.

“Hi mom, can we talk?”

“Does your dad know where you are?” You really hoped that Joel understood your note and didn’t send Sarah over here to apologize before either of you were ready. You didn’t want to hear an unmeaningful apology if she didn’t mean it. You were not in the mood.

“No, he thinks that I’m in my room. Can I please come in? I really need to talk to you,” Sarah pleaded with you. She knew that she had a lot to make up for and it would start with an apology.

Sighing, you sat on the window seal and rubbed your temples. You had a massive headache. “I don’t know Sarah. It’s...it’s just a lot right now okay. I know you hate me right now, so if your dad put you up to this, I don’t want to hear it. Just go home and we can talk about this later alright.”

“Mom, wait please!” Sarah cried out as you went to close the window. “I really am sorry mom. Dad has nothing to do with this, I swear.”

You wanted to believe her, but her words from earlier still hit you strong. This was all happening so fast and too soon. “How...how do I know that you are telling the truth Sarah? How do I know that this isn’t some twisted game of yours to get back at me for whatever I did to you? Whatever it may be Sarah, I didn’t mean to hurt you or make your life miserable.”

 Sarah's eyes began to well up with tears, “I know that mom and I swear that this isn't some trick. I really didn't mean to say what I said. I was just angry, and I took it out on you.”

“Sometimes our true feelings come out when we are angry Sarah. I never meant to make you feel like you weren't my daughter.”

“I know mom, but...”

“Sarah? Sarah Miller, where are you?!” The booming sound of Joel’s voice filled the air behind her.

“Like I said Sarah, you should go back. You're going to give your dad a heart attack and get into trouble."

“But...but” 

Reaching out from the window you gently wiped the tears from her face and thankfully this time she didn't pull away, “no buts Sarah, I promise that tomorrow morning we will all sit down and work this out. For now, though, I need you to go.”

“Sarah!” Joel called out again.

“Go on,” you said a little louder this time. Your heart and voice broke as you saw her bottom lip quivering. Sarah just nodded and hung her head low as she turned around to leave. However, before she got too far, you called out to her to give her some parting words, “Sarah! Just know that I love you with all my heart sweetie. Nothing will ever change that. You will always be my daughter despite how you currently feel or how you think you feel right now. Just remember that and I'll see you tomorrow. I love you.”

Looking back at you with her big brown tear filled eyes, she gave you a small sad smile, “I love you too mom and again I'm sorry. I'll see you tomorrow.”

Hearing the hurt in her voice, you quickly shut the window as a loud sob escaped your lips. It was so loud that Maria came bursting through the door as you slid down to the floor. “Oh my god Y/N, what happened?” She ran over to you and when she looked at the window, she saw a distraught Sarah walking back home. “Was that Sarah? What does she do?”

“She...she...she came over to talk, but...but I just couldn't do it Maria. I... I couldn't get those words of hers out of my mind,” you cried. “I am such a horrible mother!”

“No, you aren't Y/N. Don't you say that! You were just overwhelmed, that's all. It's all going to be okay, you'll see. It was just too soon. You both need to think about what happened and discuss this with her again tomorrow.”

“That’s...that’s what I told her, but she... She just looks so heartbroken.” You couldn't get the look of hers as she walked away out of your mind.

Maria just held you as you cried. She couldn't help but have so much sympathy for you right now. She didn't know what she would do if she was in your shoes. Yes, Sarah was just a kid and yes, she made a mistake, but she needed to learn how her words and attitude could hurt people. Maria knew how hard you tried to make a difference in both her and Joel's lives. You were the missing piece that they were looking for.

“You listen here Y/N, I know how much you are hurting, but I really think this overnight separation will do all three of you some good. You all need time to process your feelings and figure out what to say to each other tomorrow. It's better going into this with everyone thinking straight.”

“I...I guess that I'm just afraid. I'm afraid that we won't get past this, and things will never be the same again. How will I know that this won't happen again? That anytime there is a disagreement or something, that this won't be brought up again?” All of these uncertainties were making your head hurt. The anxiety and fear were really starting to cloud your judgment. Maybe Maria was right, and that it was best to take this time to ease those doubts and feelings. You didn't want to make this worse by rushing into things.

“Those are all valid questions Y/N and maybe tomorrow you'll be able to work those out with Joel and Sarah. For now, though. Let's get you off of this floor and get some food in you. I made us some lunch, and those babies of yours must be starving,” Maria then helped you to your feet and you felt a wave of nausea hit you, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I'm fine,” you tried to play it off. “You are right, maybe some food will do me some good. Thank you again for everything Maria. I really do appreciate it. I don't know what I would have done without you.”

“Don't mention it. It's what family does. Now let's go eat!”

While you and Maria walked to the kitchen, next door, Joel was going crazy looking for his daughter. He had walked into Sarah’s room to check on her but found the room empty. Panic began to set in as he looked over and saw the window open.

“Sarah! Sarah, where are you?!” He feared that you either took off or worse. “Sarah Miller, answer me now!”

“I'm right here!” She called out to him popping up in the window.

“Jesus Christ Sarah, what are you doing out there? Do you realize how scared I was? Go around to the front,” he raised his voice at her. He didn't mean to yell, but he was just so scared. When he met Sarah at the front door, he took her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Joel then began to check her over.

Sarah got frustrated and pushed him away, “Dad, dad stop I'm fine! I only went next door to see mom and to see if I could talk to her. I didn't mean to scare you.”

“Oh, well you still should have told me or at least left a note or something," he huffed as they went to sit on the couch. “What did mom say?”

“She... She barely even spoke to me,” Sarah whispered. “I wanted to apologize and bring her back home, but she just told me that she wasn't ready yet and that she would be home tomorrow. Why won't she come home dad? We can work this out now!”

“Come here baby girl,” Joel cooed to her as he pulled her into a hug. “I want her here too, but we are just going to have to play it by her terms. She is also hurting in this too. I really hope you learned a valuable lesson here Sarah. I do know that she loves you more than anything though. She is right, we will work this out tomorrow and there is no other way around it.”

“Are... Are you sure?”

Joel looked down at his tear soaked daughter, “yes baby girl, with my life. She'll walk through that door tomorrow, we'll sit right here, and you'll get a chance to apologize and explain your behavior. Everything will be fine, you'll see.” 

“She should still come home though. If she needs space, then I can stay in my room. I’ll do whatever she wants.”

Joel could see the desperation on his daughter's face. “Sarah, I know that, but we really need to listen and follow what your mom wants here, even if we don't like it. All this dress isn't good for her or the babies. Let's just let her relax for the night alright. I promise that I'll call her later and extend the offer and try to get her to come home, but we may just have to wait till tomorrow.”

“Alright fine, but in the meantime, can... Can I stay out here with you? It's a little lonely in my room.”

“Of course you can, I would love nothing more. Why don't you go get your stuff? I need to call your uncle Tommy and check up on him while you do that.”

Sarah nodded, but stopped briefly to muster up a smile the best that she could, “I love you dad.”

“I love you too Sarah.”

Later on, that evening after a quiet dinner of just peanut butter and Jelly sandwiches, Sarah and Joel remained in the living room trying to find comfort in each other’s company. Sure, you have left them alone with each other plenty of times over the years and it was always just the two of them before you were in the picture, but this time it was different. It was like the warmth in the house was gone. The usual laughter that also filled the air was now mute, leaving the house cold and quiet.

Getting up to excuse himself for just a few minutes, Joel went upstairs to your room and made sure the door was fully closed behind him, before he sat down on the bed. Pulling out his phone, his finger found your name and hovered over it for just a second. He knew that you needed your space, but he just had to hear your voice.

“Hello,” you tiredly answered after a ring or two.

“Hey darlin, how are you feeling?” He asked you nervously. He hadn't been this nervous since he had asked you to marry him.

“I'm OK, just tired,” you said softly. “How's everything going over there? Sarah in trouble for sneaking over here earlier?”

Joel got off the bed and went over to the window. There he could see you swinging on the porch swing. “No, not at all, but she just about gave me a damn heart attack. She is in trouble for everything else though. Look Y/N, I don't wanna talk about this over the phone. Can I just come see you for a few minutes? Then I'll let you get some rest.”

From where you were sitting, you could see Joel standing in the window looking down at you, “Yes, you can come down here. I think it will be good for us to speak and figure things out before tomorrow. Besides, I miss that grumpy face of yours.”

“It's not grumpy,” Joel mumbled as he walked downstairs. “And you are right, we do need to talk. Let me get Sarah settled then I'll head over okay.”

“OK sounds good, I love you, Joel.”

“I love you too darlin.”

Sarah watched as he hung up the phone and went to put on his jacket, “Where are you going?”

“Next door real quick. Why don't you go get ready for bed and I'll be back in a while,” he told her.

She quickly jumped to her feet, “Are you going to see mom? Can I go?”

“I'm afraid not right now okay. Your mom and I need to discuss some things first. You'll get your chance, I promise now off to bed.”

“Fine, but can you at least tell her I said hi,” she pouted.

“Of course, I will. And just so you know, I’m proud of you Sarah. You know, for trying to step up and doing the right thing. That you are willing to make amends for your actions to your mother,” he told her as walked her to her room.

“Thanks dad and you are right, she never deserved any of that. She has only been gone for a few hours and I already miss her,” she said sadly. 

“You and me both kid. Let me just try to talk to her okay. You don’t need to be worried about anything else right now.”

“Okay, are you going to be gone long?”

Joel looked at his watch and saw that it was already getting late, “I don’t know, but you just try to get some rest. If you need anything, I’ll be next door. Just text me.” He then placed a kiss on the top of her head and sent her to bed.

Feeling like Sarah was going to be okay for the night, Joel went to the kitchen to quickly make him a cup of coffee and you, some tea. It was something that he would do when you two would stay up late talking whether it was just catching up on the day's events or just snuggling up on the back porch next to the fire pit that he built. It was actually one of your favorite things to do. 

When both cups were ready to go, Joel carefully picked them up and began making his way to you, hoping that he didn’t burn himself along the way. 

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched him walk through the grass with such concentration, “Took you long enough Miller. Thought you ditched me.”

“I would never doll. I just thought you would like some tea before bed,” he then handed you your cup as he took a seat next to you. 

“Thank you,” you smiled weakly at him. “Man, what I wouldn’t kill for an actual drink right now.”

Joel just shook his head and grabbed your blanket that had fallen to the floor. “I know, what a rough day huh?”

“You can say that again. How did things get so out of control so fast? When I woke up this morning, I never thought I would be sitting here hiding from my daughter who hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you doll,” he told you and pulled you into him. “Far from it. I know for a fact that she didn’t mean what she said. Sarah was just going through some things and took all her frustrations out on you.”

“That still doesn’t make it right Joel. Yes, I know that she is still a kid, but Sarah needs to know that she can’t lash out like that on people that love and care about her. I thought we taught her better than that and I thought we taught her that if there is a problem, she could always come to us.”

Joel could see the discomfort on your face as he brought his hands up and took it into his hands, “I know that darlin and so does Sarah. I’m not going to sit here and make excuses for her. She made a mistake and now she is paying for it. She was in the wrong 100%. That’s why she tried to come over and see you earlier. She wants to make it up to you and let you in on what has been going on with her.”

“And I do appreciate that Joel, but I just wasn’t ready to hear it yet. Everything just happened so fast, and I needed time to process everything.” Even after your talk with Maria, you still had plenty of worries and doubts.

“Yeah, I guess you are right,” Joel sighed. “We really want you to come home though. I know it’s just an overnight separation, but this is killing us. Home just isn’t the same knowing that you are over here hurting. Despite how much we want to work things out with you, I don’t want to pressure you into anything that is going to make you uncomfortable. Just like I told Sarah, we are going to go at your pace. Whenever you are ready to work things out, I’ll be there to help you both in any way that I can.”

“I...I guess I just need a couple of reassurances before I do come back Joel.” 

He quickly nodded his head up and down as he was willing to do anything to get you to come back to him. “Yes darlin, whatever you want. Whatever is going to allow us to move on from this and get you and Sarah talking.”

Sitting up more, you placed your cup on the floor, so you could take his hands into yours, “I don't mean to sound like a bitch or come off as controlling Joel, but I just don't want this to happen again, and I am terrified that it will.”

“I promise you that it won't darlin. I assure you that this will never happen again. Just tell me what I can do to make you understand that.”

“Well for one, we still need to come into this as a team. I’m afraid that and I know I may be reaching here, but I'm afraid that when the babies get here and as they get older, I don't want me not being Sarah's biological mother to come into play. I don't want that to be used on me in any way. I AM the mother to all three of our kids. Then I need to know that this will not become a habit either. That the next time that Sarah gets into trouble, she won't want to speak to me or see me, because I'm not her real parent and you are. Hearing her say those words really hurt me, Joel. I have spent most of the evening sitting here questioning if I have been a good mother figure to her and if I will be a good mother to the babies. And maybe I am being a little selfish here, but I don't like this feeling of having my kids hating me.”

You burst into tears and Joel immediately took you into his arms, “Oh doll, she doesn't hate you, I swear. I am so fucking sorry that she made you feel this way. You are not a bad mother at all. I can guarantee that. You are fucking fantastic. Sarah and the babies are damn lucky to have you as their mom. I promise you that this will never happen again. I think Sarah has learned her lesson too. I have never seen that girl walk around with so much guilt and shame on her shoulders. When we sit down and talk, I will let her know that we are her parents whether she likes it or not and that while I'll admit, I have been a little lenient with her with because this is the first time something like this has happened, but the next time something disrespectful like this comes out of her mouth again, there will be more severe consequences. You just need to hear her out Y/N. Everything will sort of make sense then I hope.”

“You…you swear?”

“Of course I do doll. Sarah keeps asking me the same thing and just like I told her, I promise you with my life, that everything is going to work out. You just have to trust me,” he gently reached out and wiped the tears from your eyes. “Besides I don’t think I will be able to sleep without you. This old man needs all the sleep that he can get before these two little rugrats get here.”

You looked down at where he had placed his hand on your belly, “You aren't that old Joel and I thought you said that you don't need that much sleep anyways?” You hated it when, even if he was playing, when he called himself old. He wasn’t that old, and he had the stamina of men your age.

“I don’t need that much sleep when it comes to mommy and daddy time, but I have a feeling these little ones are going to give me a run for my money,” he smiled as he felt the babies fluttering underneath his hand. “So will you come home, or do you still need time to yourself?”

If he had asked you that over the phone, you would have said no, but after having the face to face conversation with him and having him try to ease your doubts, that gave you the reassurances that you were looking for. “Yes Joel, I'll come home. I honestly don't think that I would be able to sleep that much without you either. Do you think we can stay here just for a little while longer? It's peaceful out here.”

“Of course, doll, whatever you want. Oh, and before I forget, Sarah told me to tell you hi. Like I said, she is really trying.”

“And I appreciate that. Hopefully when we all wake up in the morning, we can talk. For now, though, I just want to sit here and look at the stars.”

So that is what the two of you did. The two of you remained on the porch just making small talk and looking at the stars till you got quiet. When Joel looked down, he found you fast asleep, snuggling into his chest. It was time to go home now.

“Come on doll, let's get you to bed,” he whispered softly to you as he moved a stray hair out of your face.

“Carry me,” you mumbled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and snuggled deeper into him. 

“You are such a brat, but I love it,” he chuckled to himself, but nevertheless lifted you into his arms and made sure that he didn’t jostle you around too much.

As he carefully carried you down the steps, Tommy opened the door to come and check on you. “Oh, hey bro, what are you doing here?” He and Maria were trying to give you some space, so they didn’t see Joel come over.

“I came over to talk with Y/N and try to talk some sense into her about coming home,” Joel explained. “She agreed to it by the way, so I'm not trying to kidnap her or anything.”

Tommy chuckled as he leaned against the door frame, “It's all good. Maria and I discussed things too and were about to come and tell her the same. This whole situation sucks, but she should be at home with you.”

“I agree and after a good night's rest for everyone, we aren't leaving the damn house until we get everyone on the same page.”

“Good, do you need any help bringing her in?”

“Yeah, if you don't mind. Once I get her into bed, I'll come over and get her things.”

Tommy nodded and followed his brother to his house making sure to open the door for him, so Joel didn’t disturb you so much. Joel then carried you upstairs and got you ready for bed. He realized just how exhausted you were as he was able to strip you out of your jeans and tuck you into bed without waking you up.

“I love you doll,” he whispered to you and placed a kiss on your lips before heading back downstairs. “Thanks for your help, Tommy. I really appreciate it.”

“Anytime bro,” Tommy patted his brother on his back as they went to head over to Tommy’s.

The sounds of a door opening stopped them. “Dad, Uncle Tommy, what are you doing here? Is everything okay?” Sarah asked, peeking out of her door.

“Everything is fine baby girl. Go back to bed. Tommy was just helping me get your mom inside.”

Sarah's eyes lit up, “What, mom's home? Where is she?” She rushed out of the room trying to spot you.

“Whoa, whoa hold on there,” Joel stopped her. “Yes, she is home, but she is upstairs sleeping. You can go see her in the morning. Why don't you go back to your room, and I'll come see you when I'm done.”

“Fine, but can I at least get a glass of water first?”

“Sure, but then it’s right to bed young lady and I mean it. I'll be back in a bit.”

Once he and Tommy left, Sarah huffed as she went to the kitchen. Filling up her glass of water, Sarah couldn’t help but anxiously tap her foot. While she was happy that Joel had somehow got you to come home, the need to see you and physically see that you were home, didn’t allow Sarah to listen to her father. So, she set her cup down and headed upstairs to see you.

She slowly made her way up the stairs with them creaking with every step that she took. Walking down the hall, Sarah's heart began to race. With a shaky hand, she slowly opened the door and peeked inside. To her surprise, she didn’t see you in bed like Joel said that you were. Inside, the sheets were thrown back, but she could see your shoes on the floor. “Mom?” she called out to the empty room.

“Joel?” She heard a call from the bathroom. That's when you walked out half asleep, having changed into your pajamas. “Oh Sarah…umm, h-hi.”

“H-hi mom…” Sarah said awkwardly. “I umm…I thought dad said that you were asleep.”

“I was, but I had to get up and use the bathroom,” you told her. “It's getting late, shouldn’t you be in bed too?” You quickly winced, “I…I mean it's just that it's been a long day and all. If your dad said that you could stay up, that’s fine. I didn’t mean to boss you around.”

“Mom, mom, stop please, it's okay,” Sarah stopped you as she heard the panic in your voice. “Dad actually told me to go to bed, but I-I just wanted to see you one last time. I know that you said that we could talk tomorrow, but I just really needed to tell you that I was sorry again. I know that you don't believe me, but I really am sorry mom. I didn't mean to chase you away.”

As much as you didn't want to be having this conversation right now, there was no way that you were going to turn her away again. “Sarah, come sit,” you told her as you sat on the bed, “You, you didn't really chase me away. I mean it did play a part, but I really needed to get out and clear my head. Since you were so keen on talking with your father, I decided to give you and I some space. And it's…it's hard for me to believe you when I saw and felt the anger coming out of you. I really don't know what I did to make you hate me so much.”

“I don't hate you mom, I swear. I-I was just angry and took it out on you,” she explained as tears filled her eyes. “S-see, there is this group of girls at school that have been giving me a hard time, especially when they brought you into it.”

“Bring me into it? But why? What did I do?”

Sarah looked down like she was ashamed, “They were making fun of me for having such a young mom. They kept calling you a gold digger and that's why I punched one of them. They just wouldn't stop.”

You gasped and your face grew red with embarrassment and anger. You felt totally guilty. In the beginning of you and Joel's relationship, your age gap caused whispers amongst your friends and family. Neither of you cared though. You loved each other and that's all that mattered to you and Sarah was too young to understand or care about why people whispered about you two. Never once did you think as she got older, that her peers would start doing the same. 

“Sarah, I am so sorry. I-I didn't even think about how you felt about mine and your dad's relationship. You have never said anything or showed that it bothered you until now, so we didn't even stop and think about your feelings. Does…does…it really bother you?”

Sarah shook her head, “No, it never did, because I didn’t care. It's just that they kept bringing it up every single day for the past month and then they started to say things like you were only with dad for his money and that these babies were going to be some sort of meal ticket, at least I think that's what they said. I guess I just let it all go to my head. I let myself believe what they were saying, and I took my anger out on you.”

“Listen to me Sarah Miller, none of those things are true, I can promise you that. Your dad and I love each other regardless of how much older he is than me and it’s only really like a ten year difference. And I don’t care about how much money he has. He could be poor and living out of his car and I would still love him. The only things I need in life are you, him, and these babies. Nothing else matters,” you reached out and took her hands into yours. 

“I know you do mom and I know those girls were just looking to make trouble. But…but it wasn't just those things either,” she admitted. “They…they were saying things like how you must be glad that I’m only your step daughter. That there was no way that you would want me as your biological daughter. That…that you don’t really love me.”

Hearing the cry that came out of her mouth, you pulled her into your arms and held her tight. Tears of your own ran down your cheeks as you rocked her. “Oh sweetheart, I do love you. I love you with all my heart. You are my girl whether you share my blood or not. I could never imagine my life without you in it. Did you know that before I met you or your dad, I never wanted kids or a family. I always thought that I was going to be alone forever. Then all it took was meeting you and I instantly changed my mind. I wanted to be your dad’s wife and your momma.”

“R-really?”

“Yes, really Sarah. You made me realize what I was missing in my life. I loved spending every moment that I had with you. I loved and still love going out and doing all those girly things that your dad doesn’t like doing. I love sitting on the couch with you gossiping or you helping me out with dinner. I swear to you Sarah, the day that you called me mom, that was one of the best days of my life. I have never once thought of you as my step daughter. You ARE my daughter, and you will always be.”

“And…and when I said that you weren’t my mom?”

Ugh, just hearing her say those words again tore you apart. “It was one of the worst things ever, Sarah. It broke me to hear you say that. It was like my entire world shattered. It felt like I didn't have a purpose anymore, because I loved being your mom.”

“I-I sorry mom. I-I never meant to make you feel that way. I was just mad, and I guess jealous that the babies were going to have a connection to you that I would never get to have. Instead of talking to you and dad about it, I just chose to hold it in and then lash out at you.”

“Like I said earlier Sarah, blood means nothing to me. You are equally as my daughter just as much as these babies are. No one is going to treat you any differently. Not on my watch. I just really hope that you learned just how much your words can affect people Sarah.” You never wanted her to treat anyone disrespectfully again just because she was angry and refused to talk about it. 

“Yes mom, I definitely learned my lesson,” she nodded. “I know that I should have told you about the bullying sooner and I should have never hit that girl either. Instead, I should have told a teacher or even the principal.”

“Well, as much as I do not condone violence, I think I will let this one slide. Also, I know it might sound crazy and I am now way rewarding you, because I stand by whatever punishment that your dad gave you, but I want to give you something.” You then got up and went over to your jewelry box. You pulled the item out from its box and went to sit back down beside Sarah. “This locket has been passed down to every first born daughter in the family. My mom gave it to me and now. I want to give it to you.”

Handing it to her, Sarah’s eyes lit up as she inspected the locket that Joel had told her about too. It was a 14k gold heart shaped locket that hung on a simple gold chain. Various small hummingbirds, a family symbol throughout the years, were engraved on it with a tiny keyhole in the middle. 

“Press this button here,” you showed her as you pointed to the tiny ribbon looking button on the side. 

When Sarah pressed it and it popped open, on the inside was a small picture of you and her that Joel had taken last year. “Wow, thank you mom!” Sarah said happily as she gave you a big hug. “I love it! Does this mean that you forgive me now?”

“Yes Sarah, I forgive you. Just please promise me that you will come and talk to me the next time something is bothering you okay,” you pleaded with her.

“I promise mom. Can you put it on me? I want to wear it to bed,” she asked as she handed you the locket back and turned around. With pleasure, you happily put it on her and smiled brightly. You had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Looking down at the locket secured nicely on her neck, Sarah gave you another big hug, “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you so much!”

“I love you too Sarah and thank you for letting me be your mom,” you hugged her back.

Just then loud thumping filled the room as Joel sprinted up the stairs and threw the door open, startling the both of you. “Dad!” “Joel!”

“Jesus there you are!” He breathed heavily. “You need to stop sneaking off Sarah Miller!”

The both of you just laughed at his grumpy out of breath red face. “I’m sorry dad, but Mom and I were just talking.”

Joel saw the locket wrapped around her neck and smiled. That was a good sign that you two had hopefully made up. “Oh yeah, and?”

“And everything is perfect,” you smiled and walked over to him. “It is getting pretty late though, so I think it’s time that we go to bed. We can finish talking in the morning. I have a feeling we will all be sleeping in.”

“If we all wake up late, do you think we can all go out for breakfast?” Sarah asked, trying not to get her hopes up. She knew that she didn’t deserve anything else after the way that she had acted.

You and Joel just looked at each other and neither of you seemed to have an issue with that request. “Yeah, I guess that will be fine. Just as long as you stay in your room this time. I swear the both of you are going to give me a damn heart attack.”

“Oh, don’t be such a big baby,” you rolled your eyes at him. 

“Yeah dad, we already have two on the way and I don’t think we need anymore,” Sarah also chimed in. Things were already starting to go back to normal.

“Haha, very funny,” he pouted. “Those babies better be boys. I’m getting tired of being outnumbered here.”

You just huffed and leaned up to place a kiss on his pouty lips. “Sorry baby, but I have a feeling that we have two little girls in the way. You better get used to being a girl dad. What do you think, Sarah?”

She thought about it and shrugged her shoulders, “I really don’t have a preference. I’ll be happy with brothers or sisters. Heck, maybe it’s both!”

“Yeah, that could be it too. I wouldn’t mind one of each,” you smiled. “Anyways, off to bed missy. We will finish giving your dad a hard time in the morning.” You looked up at Joel who was rolling his eyes at you.

“Okay, I love you mom,” she hugged you tightly. Tonight, her hugs felt just a little more special. 

“I love you too sweetie.”

Sarah then gave Joel a hug of his own, “I love you too dad.”

“I love you too baby girl. Sleep tight.”

Once she went back to her room this time, Joel took you into his arms. “How are you really doing doll? You figure everything out?”

“Yes, like I said, everything is perfect. We talked things out and I think that I can put all my doubts aside. I know this will never happen again. Oh, and just so you know, the school is going to get one hell of a phone call on Monday. No one bullies my daughter and gets away with it.”

“Okay easy there momma bear. Let’s wait to go full nuke mode until after your doctor’s appointment. Right now, I just want to get you into bed and have some snuggle time till we fall asleep.”

“Or…we can stay up just a little while longer,” you bit your lip as you slowly began to undo the button of his flannel.

Joel’s eyebrows rose as he caught on, “Oh yeah, yeah, we can do that too. In fact, I insist on it.” He then lifted you up and placed you back on the bed. Needless to say, neither of you went to bed for a while.

Monday morning came around too quickly after a nice relaxing weekend. The three of you hung out around the house watching movies and took Sarah out to brunch like she had asked. Now the three of you were at your doctor’s appointment getting ready for your ultrasound. 

“So that will let us see the babies?” Sarah asked the doctor. She had asked a million questions already and the doctor didn’t seem to mind as she answered every single one. Both you and Joel decided that you wanted to involve her more in the pregnancy as this was a big transition.

“Yes, it will. We’ll be able to see how big they are and everything,” the doctor explained. “Are we wanting to know what the genders are if it’s possible?”

You wanted to, but you looked at Joel to see if it was okay with him too. “It’s up to you doll,” he smiled. “I’m okay with whatever you want.”

Taking his hand, you gave it a firm squeeze and turned back to the doctor, “That would be wonderful, yes please.”

“Alright then, let’s take a look.” The doctor then put the wand on your growing belly. After doing a quick check up on the babies and answering more of Sarah’s questions, she then began looking for the genders. “Well, if my eyes aren’t deceiving me, I would say…congratulations mommy and daddy, you are having…two little boys!”

Your eyes instantly filled with tears as you looked over at Joel who had a proud grin on his face. He got his boys. “Now who is outnumbered,” he laughed as he leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips.

“I guess you really are my number one girl aren’t you,” you said to Sarah as she intensely stared at the ultrasound photo that the doctor gave her.

“Yeah, I guess I am. Us women need to stick together now. We are surrounded by Miller men.”

“I think that we can handle it. We are smarter than them anyways,” you winked at her.

“Hey,” Joel pouted. “That’s not fair. Can we please refrain from ganging up on me till the boys get here. I need my backup.”

Both you and Sarah just looked at each other and laughed. Joel pretended to be angry, but inside, he was ecstatic. He was so glad that his girls worked everything out. He missed their laughter and sparkle that the two of you had when you were together. While he wished that things didn’t play out the way that they did, he felt like his family came out stronger in the end. Now he couldn’t wait till his little boys got there, so you all could be one big happy family. It was a dream come true..

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THE THOUGHT I JUST THUNK!! modern! tanjiro with braces?? with a mean/bully reader that teases him for em? they’re always sticking their fingers in his mouth, and poor tanjiro can’t help but get hard even though you’re making him cry 🥺

Sub! Tanjiro x Bully! Gn! Reader

CW: mean/bully! reader, sadist reader?, reader likes watching tanjiro in pain so yeah, fingers in mouth, knee pressing/knee humping, heavy degradation, pinning tanjiro to a wall, jawing gripping, praise at the end, sobbing/begging/pleading (yknow, the usual)

A/N: got me in shambles. ashi girly u may not be into this one...made this a little too self indulgent and ik u aren't too much of a hard dom. sadistic side came out so um poor tanjiro. my poor baby. also this is kinda rushed so oops (wow another poorly made content by mello! not suprised!)

"they hurttt," he complains to inosuke the second time today. he had gotten his braces tightened yesterday, and they have been throbbing for the past day. his hands reach in his mouth to touch them, whining when another flash of pain hits him.

you happen to overhear him, raising your eyebrows at the complaint and planning what to do next.

not even thirty minutes later you have him pinned him to a wall, snickering at his wide eyes. "O-Oh....Y/N. Whats--Whats up?" he asks, trying to ignore your malicious gaze. His stares at the ground, playing with his hands awkwardly.

your hand grips his jaw and he flinches when you force him to look at you. "ah metal mouth, heard you got them tightened. wanna see them," you coo, rubbing your thumb across his lips while he whimpers.

he knows what's bound to come. you always do these sort of things.

"noooo. please, t-they hurt!" he whines, shutting his eyes when he feels the tip of your finger touching the sensitive bracket.

"relax, ill be gentle. open your mouth." you know he doesn't want to obey, his eyes glance up at your nervously and pleading.

but, he listens. he hesitantly opens up his pink lips for your awaiting fingers. one hand grips his jaw, forcing him to look at you, and the other prods your pointer and middle finger into his mouth.

you slide your finger over the first bracket, and he jumps backward, hitting his head on the wall behind him. you ignore it, and push your fingers to the back of his mouth.

tears leak from his eyes, as they often do when you are around, and he sniffles. you use your pointer to gently tap on the molar, and he whimpers. "gentle! it hwurts!!"

"shhh stop whining. I know, I know," you mumble, and by accident begin to trail your eyes downward. you grin when you see the bulge in his pants, and you begin to laugh.

his eyes squeeze shut at the sound, knowing that you found out. he trembles before you, and his face is hot in embarrassment. "you're pathetic tanjiro. getting hard from me putting my fingers in your mouth."

he whines at the words, and more tears begin to stream down his face, and onto the ground. you push him further into the wall, and his hands wrap around your wrist in a plea. but you ignore it, and instead press your knee into his cock.

his eyes snap open at the feeling, his gaze trailing to your leg. a huffed breath comes out of him, and you run your finger over another bracket. his eyes snap toward you in an instant, in both fear and embarrassment.

"I thought "it hwurts!"." you mimic and he cringes at his own words. "are you that disgusting that you are getting off to your own pain? or is the thought of my fingers in your mouth making you so desperate?"

he tries to shake his head, but the knee rubbing onto him is making him dizzy. his ears are burning up, and he has begun to hiccup from his cries.

and then he begins to grind himself onto your knee. its shaky with his trembles, and he scrunches his eyes shut to help ease the embarrassment. you laugh again, and the sound seems to spurr him on. "look how wet you are. you're like a bitch in heat, humping me like that."

you press your fingers deeper, and he gags, drool dripping down his chin. his eyes flutter open, watery and pleading. "'m not!" he sobs, and you grin at him.

his movements become frantic, the grinding harder and faster. his pants begin to darker and his tongue laps at your fingers. "yes you are. so desperate, its sickening. are you going to cum in your pants?"

he tries to shake his head again in embarrassment. but he knows that you're right. hes going to cum in his pants because you. his bully.

your fingers continue to press down on the teeth and he tries to wither himself away from you, but it fails considering how close the two of you are together. "admit it tanjiro, you're pathetic."

"no!" he hiccups.

a squeeze to the jaw. he cringes, letting out a high pitched whine. "say it."

you glare at him, and he trembles under it. you press your knee harder and he grips onto your shirt. he babbles something into your fingers, and frown. feeling nice, you remove them from his mouth, and relax your hold on his jaw.

he heaves, his head falling on your shoulder with the newfound air. you begin to let out another teasing remark, when he cuts you off. "Im pathetic! Im so pathetic! let me cum. pleaseeee" he babbles, his body raking with sobs.

your eyes light up at the noise, and you grip his hair, pulling him backward. the two of you make eye contact and you smile at him. him with a fucked out expression, and you with a teasing grin. "good job! my good pathetic boy. cmon, you can cum."

his eyes widen at the words, and his orgasm seems to hit him like a train. his head hits the wall and he keens, quick shaky breathes escaping his lips. his fingers grip onto you, while his whole body trembles in front of you.

you chuckle through it all, watching his pants darken and the liquid begin to seep through and onto your leg.

when he comes back from his high he stares at you. long and hard, while trying to catch his breathe.

you pull away from him with a grin, "I'll see you around metal mouth."

he doesn't say anything, just continues to stare with burning cheeks, replaying the two words you told him. "Good job."

and so tanjiro found something that turns him on even more. when you praise him.

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Hi there! I was wondering of you could do a Fic where the Puppets of Welcome Home (even home) gets transported go our world? (Bonus points If Home just ends up INHABITING/BECOMING the building reader is in)

Welcome Home x Reader - Housemates

The reader's house suddenly becoming possessed by Home is such a great idea! Thank you for the request! Do you go by Kay or Kaylo? Or perhaps something else entirely! Just so I have something to refer to you with. <3 :]

Also, sorry for dipping off the ends of the Earth! I have been... Busy? Something. But I am working my way back!

Not proofread!

Words: 1260

Type: Fic (I think?), platonic

Tw: Food, breaking and entering (kind of), death (mentioned), murder (mentioned), panic/anxiety

So, let's set the scene, shall we?

You lived in the far countryside; you had no neighbours, a vast expanse of land, and a job that paid high enough to afford it. Safe to say, life was pretty good. Each morning you woke up, had a cup of your favourite drink, and got to work from home.

That is until one morning when you were reaching down to open the cupboard to get your favourite cup when the door opened for you! You were confused - a little startled - but tried to brush it off as the wind (you knew it wasn't the wind). Taking the cup, you headed to the fridge when yep, the door opened for you again.

Okay, now you're officially freaked out. What is going on here? Slowly, you took out the ingredient(s) you needed and shut the door. You went about making your breakfast very steadily, your eyes peeled for anything abnormal. Strangely, there didn't seem to be anything out of place. No sign of a break-in or anything, though you wondered why someone would break in to install automatic doors in the first place, and why you hadn't heard it.

Everything seemed to be going fine after that. You sat down at the dining table and had your breakfast. Suddenly, you got a knock on the door. You wiped your mouth clean of any residue and got the front door key. Opening it up, you did not see what you expected.

You were expecting, well, a person. Not a near eight-foot-tall four-armed, four-legged green... Thing. It kind of just stood there, whatever it was, and smiled. Yeah, you were utterly and completely freaked out by now.

It took a few moments of standing there frozen before the adrenaline kicked in and you slammed the door shut. You ran around the house shutting all the curtains and locking everything twice. Quickly, you shuffled under your bed and curled up, holding back tears.

You didn't know how much time had passed. It felt like hours and minutes simultaneously. Eventually, though, you crawled back out from beneath your bed and shakily opened the curtains on your window just a smidge, only to come face to face with a bright yellow circle.

You screamed and shut the curtains.

Now, what were you going to do? What in the world was that out there? Did it want to hurt you? Or, well, I suppose it was multiple things. But still! Were they predators? Prey? How did they even exist? Were they aliens? What's going on?!

Okay, no, you just needed to breathe. Think through this, is all. Alright, now, how did this start? Well, first things first your cupboard doors started to fly open on its own, then you met that giant green... Whatever that was. And then you saw a talking circle. Wow, alright, that did not help.

By then you were so caught up in your panic back under the bed you failed to notice how badly you were shaking. It was like you were some cartoon character getting shocked with electricity. In fact, you were so caught up in it you failed to notice your own house letting these things inside.

"Hey, are you okay?" a soft voice spoke from behind you.

God? Wait no, can't be. You're not dead yet, right? Yeah, you can still feel the carpet underneath you; you're not dead. Wait, but that means they're probably not dead either-

WHAM!

You tried to bolt upright and hit your head on the base of your bed. With a cry of pain, you laid back down on the carpet and held your head in your hands. All your senses were heightened, so this pain felt double the usual. The pain was so bad you almost didn't feel the soft contact on your back. Almost.

You stopped crying immediately. Frozen, you considered turning around to face whatever was there, but quickly decided not to out of fear of some face-eating monster or whatever else your mind had come up with. You simply held your eyes shut and tried to not breathe too loud.

"Hey, you're okay." The same voice. Soft, soothing, not something that would indicate hostility or some ulterior motive. Though you still can't be sure. "We're not going to help you. In fact, well, we could use some help ourselves."

"W-what?" you whispered, not even realising you had before it was already said and done. Once more you froze up, your jaw practically about to break through your skull.

The voice let out a soft laugh. "Yeah," it said. "We're in a bit of a pickle. You see, we're a wee bit lost, and we could use your help getting back home." The soft feeling continued on your back, which you realised was a hand. "So, whenever you're ready, just come on out. We'll wait." You felt the hand leave.

With a soft shuffling noise, you assumed the source of the voice had gotten up off the ground. You heard walking - lots of walking. You realised what the voice must have meant when it said 'we'. The door to your bedroom shut.

You laid there for what felt like eternity just thinking. Thinking about what had just happened to you. You tried to reason your way out of this, to say it all must be a dream, but you knew you were lying. Dreams don't let you feel pain, or at least yours don't. When you hit your head on that bedframe, that was solidification that whatever you were experiencing was real. That this was your life, and you couldn't stay under here forever.

Eventually, you crawled out from under the bed. You weren't quite ready to face whatever was out there, which is fair, by the way. You wanted to be able to defend yourself in case anything happened. Slowly and quietly, you opened up the drawer in your nightstand and took out a pair of scissors. With a deep breath, you wrapped your hand around the door knob.

The door opened to reveal... Nothing. Just the long hallways leading from your bedroom to the stairs. The long red carpet stretched across the hardwood floor past the doors to the other bedrooms and bathroom. Above you, the circular ceiling fan caught dead flies.

"Okay, Y/N, whatever is going on here is not normal," you thought. "Just take it easy, or whatever. Or- what am I supposed to say during this?"

Thankfully you still had socks on, because otherwise you were sure you'd be making quite the ruckus as you treaded across the carpet. With every step you glanced to each door around you, waiting for something to come out and attack. But surprisingly, there wasn't anything at all.

Until you heard it. A faint laugh coming from the bottom of the stairs. Hands clenched around the scissors, you carefully peered over the top of the stairs to see it: a small yellow creature. Maximum four feet tall (though it was hard to tell from your perspective), it had a sort of sunburst effect around the back of its head. The yellow thing wore a colourful squared shirt with long puffy sleeves and a blue overalls dress.

You tried to make your way down the stairs when it made a loud squeak. The figure looked up to you and smiled, saying "hi!" You immediately held the scissors out in front of you, the blades pointed towards them. They raised their hands up in front of them. "Woah!" they said. "Slow down!"

I'll be making a part 2 for this! Hold tight!

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