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[solar4seekstron]

Plan E - Sparkling

Tf1!Megatron x CybertronianNGN!Reader Part 5

Solars Indie Series

Plan A, Plan B, Plan C, Plan D, Plan F, Plan G, Plan H, Plan I, Plan J, Plan K, Plan L, Plan M, Plan N

Introduction Indie Series

Content: 16+, Megatron and Y/N aren’t doing…too good. There are some scenes that might make some people uncomfortable so read at your own risk.

TW/Tags: Mention of DV, Toxic Relationship, Flashback near the end, Wholesome and fluff in flashback, Flashback D is adorable!!!, they named the sparkling Locket, Reader only suffers more near the end, crying sparkling >:(!, Megatron does try to connect again but is having a hard time, That should be all folks!

It’s been…….months….

You’re still stuck here. No where closer to getting your old D-16 back. Your Conjunx….

It’s becoming more and more difficult. Always keeping your little one close as Megatron continues to rule.

At times you preferred to be in the lobby so it’s more of a calmer space for your sparkling to play at. A place for the seekers to keep a better optic on you.

Megatron…still hasn’t changed….It still isn’t easy. Him grabbing you at times. His voice booming when you disobey him even a little. But you didn’t give up. Your sparkling needs you. And you need her.

The words of what Doubledealer said still haunts you to this day,

At times when you stood next to his throne while he went over discussion with his council along with others. At times noticing Doubledealer glancing at you when he believes Megatron isn’t looking.

One evening as Megatron was getting done with a meeting. You were staying in a lounge room with your sparkling as she played with some blocks a few seekers were able to steal. Something you thanks them for even when they didn’t need to.

She was getting bigger and bigger every day. Defiently going to to be bigger then her Sire.

You can hear Megatrons steps as he got closer to the room. The door opening to the room. Your sparkling crawling up to you and reaching up for you. You were sitting on the floor with her on your lap.

You’d gently hold her against your chest as her little arms try to go over your shoulders. She lets out a few coos. You’re sure that’s her way of comforting you.

The top of her helm nuzzling under your chin as she continues to coo. You’d gently rub her small back with your cervo. Your other holding her up by her bottom as you gently whisper. “Shh it’s alright my little one..”

The other seekers stood as Megatron walked in. The seekers then bowed and exited out of the room so he’s alone with you and Locket.

You continue to have your attention to Locket as she giggled. She loves your kisses while Megatron only lets out a very low hum. You know he wants you to stand and so gently with your sparkling in your arms you slowly stood.

He then looks down at you as you turned to face him.

You looked exhausted. His optics dim and narrowed as he stared at you both.

Little Locket looked up at him with large and wide optics as her face was curious. She then gently pats your chest.

”mmmm bah bah! Ma Ca!” Locket says in her little language. Both you and Megatron looking at her.

Megatron just lets out a small huff. The atmosphere cold as you just looked down. Locket looking back at you and gently grabbing at your cheek. You giving her a small and warming smile to her as she smiles too.

Something Megatron noticed. You flinched a bit as you felt one of his cervos gently hold the side of your waist.

He’d then lean his helm down. Gently kissing the side of your neck as he whispered in a low voice. “You and Locket been good?” You try you best to not flinch as Locket noticed. You responded.

“We were good.”

She then reached for him trying to push at his chin and cheek. Megatron looking at her.

Optics still narrow as he soon has a grin and gently took her from your arms. You reached for her. Worried as Megatron kept his grin and held her. Both gently and firmly.

She just looked at him and rested her small cervos on his chest as he spoke. “You miss your Sire My little Locket. Sire missed you and Carrier. Yes I did.”

He’d then let out a deep chuckle as he looks at her.

Before speaking a few words that left a shiver down your spine. “Soundwave please take Locket with you. I’m sure she misses Rumble and Frenzy along with your cat Ravage.”

He’d then turn revealing Soundwave to be behind him.

You’d start to get worried as you looked at Megatron, Soundwave, then Locket. “Megatron-“

Soundwave has already gotten Locket as Megatron then placed his cervo on your chest. ”Thank you Soundwave.” You were scared. Anyone can tell just by your optics as Megatron continues to have a small grin on his dermas.

You’d watch as Soundwave walked away with Locket who patted at his chest. Who let out confused sounds of coos and reached for you. As the doors closed behind Soundwave.

Megatron turned to look at you. His small grin soon gone as he looked down at you.

He’d then gently hold your waist and hip once more and brings you a bit closer. He soon speaks in his usual low voice. His red optics brightening in red as he glared down at you.

“Don’t worry Sweetspark….She’ll be taken cared of.”

You’d look down between you two. You can’t stand to look at him.

His cervo then gently held your chin. Making you look back up at him with tired optics. His usual frown still clear as day.

“The meeting went well…Been a while since Locket finally came to this world…to us.”

You stay quiet. Him letting out a deep sigh after a moment of silence. His digit gently rubbing your waist as his cervo stays firm. He’d then kiss your forhelm and as his arms moved to be more around you. His cervos on your lower back before he pulled away.

Your cervos are clenching. Wanting him to let go even as he spoke. “Let’s go lay down shall we..We’re both tired…” He can feel your frame shaking under him. You both then made your way to your shared berth room.

As you both layed down. You made sure to face him. He always hates it when you wouldn’t.

You’d rest your helm on your own cervo as he does the same on his arm. His other arm around your waist. He’d continue to stare down at you. Even as you both laid together. He finally spoke after a moment.

”I’m sorry.” He spoke. You say nothing. “I’m sorry for hitting you last night…over something…stupid again…”

You try your best to hold in the tears. Closing them.

Hoping you’re tired enough to fall asleep as he continues to speak. “Please, I’ll do better for you and our little one..” He sits up a little. You keep your optics closed.

You can hear Megatron as he tries to let out words.

Clicking his glossa and such while he tries to form words.

“Y/N. Will you just look at me.” His voice rises a bit there. He keeps looking down at you as you struggle to hold in your tears. Still feeling your frame shake in his arms while he keeps thinking. “What…what do you want from me?”

His face went almost….soft. You opened your optics but looked at the berth instead of him. Finally speaking as small tears finally fall.

“I want my Sparkling…”

Megatrons expression slowly changes. From worried and angry. Then sad an angry. Then just angry. These expressions mostly angry as he looked down at you.

He pushed against the berth as he lets out a growl.

Getting off the berth without hurting you. He then stomps out of the room as he lets out a growl. The door closing behind him.

You’d sit up. Wiping away any tears yiou have as you try to get rid of your headache.

Several minutes went by and you hear the door open again. You can hear Megatrons heavy steps and your sparkling cooing. Megatron soon sets her on the berth and she crawls to you. Gently grabbing at your arm as she smiled brightly.

You’d look at her with the brightest smile.

Gently holding her against your chest as she cooed once more and patted at your chest again. You gave her gentle kisses over the front of her helm and face.

Megatron stayed where he was as he watched you.

Both you and your sparkling giggled together. She keeps pulling at the top of your chest wanting to play.

But her optics show she’s tired as well.

”It’s alright. I got you my little Locket.” Your back remains facing Megatron as he just stands there. His cervos clenching. Memories of how you used to be so gentle and caring with him returning as he tries to stay calm once more around you and Locket as he hears Locket giggle.

-Flashback-

D recently got hurt during one of the mining shifts. He was being taken cared of by you of all bots. You were a medic in the mines likes ratchet.

Someone who worked yet took care of injured bots even after shifts. You offered before you weren’t working. And also because you thought his smile was cute.

And so he laid in one of the mining berth at the mining med bay. He was groaning in pain since a boulder kinda “crushed” his stomach.

He’d keep saying he was fine but his injuries proved to cause damage to his frame more if not checked. And so you got to work with healing him. You kinda had to knock him out after you both had a conversation.

-And before he can flirt with you.

When he woke up the job was already done. And his frame was back to being bulky and firm. When he sat up he let out a deep groan while you were writing down on a data pad about his recovery.

You’d look back at him and walk over. “Hey, take it easy champ. You still gotta lay there for a while before you can return to work or even start walking.

He just stared at you as you smiled warmely at him before he spoke. “Oh I’m sure I can do enough like walk-in- Argh!!!” He lays back down real fast as you rolled your optics. “Stay down D-16. Doctors orders you hear me? Besides not like they’ll make you work. I made sure of that.”

”wait- You made sure they “won’t” make me work?” He looked at you with his optics a bit wide. A grin forming on his dermas as you stared down at him.

”Yes. It’s my job.”

He lays there in silence as you both stared at each other. He’d then close his dermas for a moment and open it once more as his optics narrowed a bit. Then he spoke.

”Can I buy you a drink?” You let out a chuckle as he does too. “Sorry I just.”

”No no it’s fine. I’d actually like that. But your health comes first. Then when I decide you’re good enough to physically walk and drink certain energon. Then I’ll let you know. Sounds good?” You had set your cervo on his shoulder for comfort as you kept your warm smile.

He’d then place his larger cervo over yours and lifts his helm a bit. His grin still there and the joy in his yellow optics as he spoke. “Sounds perfect.”

You two stayed like that for a few moments longer. The start of a love sparking in both of your optics….

That was so long ago now…..

End of Flashback-

Megatrons optics were dim for a moment. But he was soon brought out of his thoughts when he both hears and feels a shot in his shoulder. Holding his shoulder soon as he looks behind him. Lockets cries being heard right away.

Megatron is soon shot in the leg. Causing him to fall on his knee as he continued to look at the shooter.

Doubledealer….

Who had a sly grin on his dermas as he walked right past Megatron. Megatron tried to reach for him until another bot kicked him down at his injured shoulder.

Doubledealer was up to you. You had stood up with Locket tightly against your chest. Locket crying in your shoulder scared and confused as you looked at Doubledealer and his goons with fear.

Slowly backing up into the wall as he and one of his bots got closer.

”You know sweetspark you took a little too long to accept my little offer.” Megatron watched as he tried to then stand up. “Stay away from them!-“

One of the bots hits him on the back of his head knocking him out.

You continue to shake as Locket just cries more. Tears running down her optics as she looked away from the mechs and femmes.

”Now now. Having a sparkling with another mech isn’t something I think too much about. But…I guess I can make an acception.” He’s then snap his digits while he stared down at you.

The bots behind him taking Megatron away while Doubledealer got closer. He’s then points his gun at the side of your waist to keep you still as he spoke.

“Now be a good Conjunx. And break the bond. Don’t want ya feelin’ pain when we execute the old brute. Now do we?” You just stare at him. Struggling as you formed your words.

“Please….Just don’t hurt my sparkling.”

”Oh don’t worry. I won’t do such a thing.” Locket had looked back. Her yellow optics now angry.

”I have a much bigger plan for the little ankle biter.” He turns his attention towards you as his cervo moved to hold Lockets chin. Locket trying to bite at his digits and gripped tightly at them.

”And for you.”

Man Y/N is really going through it. I hope you guys enjoyed this and hope it was worth the wait. I already have an idea of how the story will go and planned out. Of course some things much changed. I really enjoyed working on this like the other chapters and hope that poeple who likes this series continues to give their support as I try to keep the story interesting.

I’m really proud of the flashback. Not sure if I’m that good at sparkling scenes but I hope you guys could still enjoy them!

As always a repost is appreciated and I hope to see you guys in the next one!

Hope y’all are having a good rest fo your day!!!

[seetangus]

Taking care - Azula x gn reader

[masterlist]

Hello, thank you so much for liking my writing and for requesting! I hope I got everything right! Also, I am not familiar with anything about mute people but I tried my best to make it work :)

Azula x gn reader fluff, 2.202 words, warnings: bad treatment of prisoners, abuse of power, crying

This took very long to write and I am sorry for that. And something went wrong with answering to the request again, but hopefully it still reaches you as a little belated Christmas gift

In the midst of the night something woke you up. It was the clinking of keys - after having spent almost two years in the asylum, you knew this sound by heart. But why would the guards unlock something at night? Slowly, you stood up and made your way towards the door of your cell to hear the happenings better.

After only a few moments it was clear what they were doing - right after they pushed the door leading to your hallway open, a female's muffled screams of protest echoed through the halls. They brought a new inmate.

For you, this was probably the most exciting thing that had ever happened to you here, as you lived alone in this compartment of the building.

Even though the guards had gagged the new prisoner, her screams still made you shudder - they emitted pure rage and despair. It was understandable, though. Given the circumstance that the woman's voice sounded rather young and most people who got taken here would never leave this unpleasant place for the rest of their lifetime, she had a reason to be upset.

You felt bad for whoever this was; she sounded like she needed help instead of punishment. However, it could be that it was only your innocent (naive) character that made you think such things; most people imprisoned here were mass murderers or worse.

However, you had other things to worry about for the moment, as the guards were coming closer to your cell, and if they realised you were awake at night-time they would probably punish you, so you hurried back into your bed, or rather onto your wooden plank with a tattered blanket.

You did so just at the right moment, because right after you had laid down, you heard the noise of the guard's keys in the keyhole of your door! A moment later, your door opened with a noisy screeching noise that would have startled you even if you had been sleeping, but just to play it safe you continued to pretend to be asleep.

Despite the woman's muffled cries now being audible in your room, which should have definitely woken you up, the guards seemed to truly believe you were asleep, one of them roughly shaking you at your shoulder to wake you up, making the shoulder hurt.

You now hesitantly sat up in your sleeping place, looking at the guards and the women they brought into your room - or rather rolled, as she was put in a straitjacket and placed on a movable chair for movement purposes. "Meet your new cellmate.", one of the guards said in an unmistakably gloating tone, "Since this lunatic can't do it herself, you will make sure she eats her daily rations and doesn't shit herself, got it?" You nodded. "Great", the guard responded, "but you don't need to take it too seriously. Wouldn't be a great loss if we got rid of her quickly." With that the guards left.

Maybe you s h o u l d be worried that you were left alone in your cell with what seemed like a raving maniac, but something seemed familiar about that new person, although you could not quite make it out in the dark - also, you pitied her for how the guards treated her. The guards often picked on you too, but they didn't ever say they wouldn't mind you being dead - well, not directly.

< • ◇ • >

Since the guards had closed the door and left, the woman had remained completely silent. Not one tone had left her lips, and she had not moved. Since she also did not show any kind of interest in you, you decided it would be best to go to sleep again. Doing so was hard, as you were very curious and scared of your new cellmate, but tomorrow would be a hard day, so you had to sleep well. As the new woman did not move or make noise, eventually you returned to your realm of dreams again.

And a dream it was that revealed to you where you had seen the woman before. You had heard that you often dreamed about things you had experienced but forgotten, and this was such an instance. You had already met the woman - well, “met” was an exaggeration, but you had seen her: she was princess Azula of the fire nation, and when she had been old enough to enter the war a few years ago, there had been pictures of her all over the place. That had been just a few weeks before you got imprisoned.

After waking up there were many questions in your head: Why was Azula in this Asylum? Was the war over? Was the whole royal family of the fire nation imprisoned? Who ruled the fire nation now? Etc. etc.

You could have worried about these things the whole day, but in this Asylum there wouldn’t be any information or news accessible. There never were. Azula would also not talk to you… you had heard of her character before you got here. Even the few things you had heard of her were quite enough to make you reevaluate your situation. If she treated you like she treated anyone else, you were in a very bad place. Not that the asylum hadn’t been bad before, it just made it worse. You would have to be very cautious with her.

“Are you finally awake?” You were pulled out of your thoughts by her condescending voice. Her arrogant voice. Her beautiful voice.

You could hear in her words that she was a born ruler; you immediately sat straight up and nodded with your head. When you looked up at her again, you flushed brightly; she was beautiful. And even sitting chained to her chair in a straitjacket her gaze looking down at you from above made you feel goosebumps.

You felt fear, but also admiration.

“You probably know who I am, so let me be clear: as long as I am held in this unworthy place, you will serve to my needs in any way I want. Understood?” You gulped and nodded again. The disproportionality of being a prisoner yet wanting to rule others and succeeding was fascinating to you.

Anyways, once the guards arrived to bring your food, things seemed a lot different. The guards pushed you around like usual, but they seemed to find it especially entertaining to humiliate Azula. They didn’t only make fun of her but also sprayed some of her food on her and leaned her chair in an uncomfortable position, her obviously unable to get out of it on her own. Azula screamed at the guards in anger, but you could hear how her voice got weaker.

Once the guards were gone, you immediately relocated her chair to a normal place. Given that you weren’t exactly able to do sports in this place and you already lived here for some time, this was a lot harder than you expected, but you succeeded.

You then thought about cleaning the food off her, but that would involve touching her and you were very reluctant to do that. She was not well right now, she was very vulnerable and everything that happened to her now could hurt her, you saw that.

But you were here to help her, weren’t you? You did not care if she wouldn’t thank you for it or if she deserved to be treated like this, she was human and you were too, and that was reason enough for your heart to break when seeing someone endure such pain. 

Hesitantly, you moved towards her and began brushing the food the guards had sprayed over her jacket off with your hand. To your surprise, she said nothing, she only looked at you in an appraising manner. You dared not to look up at her face even though most of it was covered in loose hair that had been swirling around during the rough treatment by the guards.

After cleaning your hands you figured it would be best to do as the guards had told you yesterday and try to feed Azula. You picked up the wooden spoon and filled it with the porridge that was served here and moved it towards her mouth. But to actually reach it, you would have to move away her messy long hair.

You gulped. That would not be easy. You laid down the spoon again and moved your hands towards her face. When you touched her hair she first pulled back but didn’t resist anymore when she understood what you were doing.

You very carefully split her hair in the middle and moved it to the sides. You gently brushed it behind her ears, uncovering her beautiful face that was now close to yours. Your fingers meeting her warm skin sent shivers through your body as they had for years now not felt anything but the hard and cold stone of this cell. Her eyes resting on your face did not make this easier as well, as you felt your whole body heating up.

With a reddened face you pulled back and began feeding her the porridge. At first she was hesitant and it was obvious she didn’t like the food, but she knew she could either let you feed her or starve. So she held back her pride.

< • ◇ • >

It continued like this for some time. The guards insulted her and made things worse, you cared for her and made things better. In the beginning, she was rather dismissive and unwilling towards your efforts, but she got used to it.

Sometimes she ranted to you about the guards, her brother and the Avatar. About anything really. She talked about the revenge she would get, how she had been unfairly betrayed and defeated in an Agni Kai only because of dishonest tactics of her enemies. About how the Avatar was evil and needed to be removed from this world. You knew most of that was probably a lie, but you could not help but believe every single word that escaped her mouth.

Once she had, in a very demanding manner, asked about your name and why you never talked to her, but you had been able to make her understand that you were mute. To your surprise, she was very understanding and even seemed sorry to some degree for asking you so harshly. It was very rare to see emotions like in that moment on her face. Luckily, you had been able to show her your name, even with no paper being available in the Asylum: you had, with much work, formed each letter in the thick porridge you got to eat daily using your spoon. Azula had then started referring to you by your name, which always made you feel butterflies.

Months passed and Azula raged at the guards every day. However, today something was different. When the guards made fun of her she still was angry like always, but when they left she was quieter than usual. She did not start ranting, nor did she ask for her food. She simply sat in her chair motionless, her head lowered.

You got closer to her and lifted her head up. You could tell she did not want you to see her right now as she turned away her face. But as you felt increasingly worried for her, you turned her face to you again and then brushed her hair behind her ears like you had done many times now.

You felt the warmth of her skin, but also your fingertips got wet. You had brushed through tears that were flowing down her cheeks. At first, you were shocked as Azula despised showing any form of weakness, but when you realised what this meant you were more than happy; for the first time since being here, maybe for the first time in her life, she was honest with herself and opened up to someone else, in this case you, about her emotions!

She still was embarrassed to cry in front of you, but you tried to assure her that everything was alright. As you couldn’t take her bound hands you cupped her face with your hands and smiled at her.

“Y/n,”, she said with a very small but incredibly beautiful voice, “please give me a hug.” First you couldn’t believe your luck, but when you carefully sat on her lap and laid your arms around her it felt like paradise, especially being drained of any human affection after years in the Asylum.

“Y/n?”, Azula continued, some confidence building up in her again, “I’m going to get us out of here.” You hugged her more tightly and she answered by resting her head, that was the only body part she could move, against yours, your cheeks touching eachother.

[dommelody]

writing this while listening to "i can't do this"

cw: sub!satoru,public sex, smut,+18,male!reader

satoru gets horny after the mission

"oiii,satoru? where did he go ?"

" as soon as we finished the mission he and y/n just vanished! "

"well,i don't care as long as i can go home now lol bye"

"byee,I'll wait here a bit longer in case they went to the toilet I'm also beat from this mission i need some rest"

"alright, going first then see ya"

"yea see u"

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"H-Heyy slow-ngh d-down fuck~♡"

"satoru? i cant hear you~ what did u say~?"

as soon as u teasingly said that you fastened the pace and your thrusts became harder

"istg you're-ahn d-doing it on purpose w-wait noooo-ahnnn ♡"

"did i hit the spot? hmm~?" saying that while leaning and whispering into his sensitive ear sent shivers down his spine.

"i-i dunno-ohh~ ♡"

"stop acting like a brat and answer me"

you then pushed ur dick as deep as possible in his soaking wet hole which made him moan loud and roll his eyes back trying to process the amount of pleasure you are giving him.

"...ood"

"hmm?"

"i-it f-f-feels good~♡ ur dick feels so fucking good nghh~"

at this point you knew better than anyone that when satoru starts talking like this it means that his mind now is only full by u . ur dick pleasuring him to be exact. you felt him tighten around your cock which means he was on the verge of coming so, like the teasing and mean person you are ,u purposely slowed down the pace .

however to ur surprise satoru couldn't take ur torturing anymore and decided to shamelessly rock his hips back and forth trying to reach his high.

u couldn't help but chuckle a little at the sight in front of u then u went as deep as possible again with only one rough push.

"this is what u want?"

"harder~♡"

"u slutty sorcerer seducing me to this empty toilet right after our mission i guess all u were thinking about was my cock eh"

satoru responded while struggling with each word to form because he was a moaning and a panting mess :"but i-ngh i couldn't help it i suddenly felt super horn-!!!??"

"hello? anyone here? satoru san ? y/n ? did they just leave me and went home?"

right before satoru was about to cum you got interrupted by the other sorcerer that finished the mission with u you were inside the toilet stall so he didnt notice u

satoru whispers to u :"hey what do we do now ?"

even at this moment you couldn't help but look at satoru who was trying to stop his heavy breathing or else he will get caught. looking at his red nape full with your kiss marks made you even harder inside him which made him twitch and give you a glare to stop whatever ur doing

but who can even endure this sexy man in front of him blush reaching his back and ears and that ass that keeps clenching on you because he was about to cum before being interrupted

he turned looking at you with trembling voice :"s-stop it"

"f/n? did u not go home?"

"oh u were here after all i was waiting for u where is satoru san ?"

"u idiot!!w-what ? mmm♡ f-fuck u"

as soon as u told ur friend that u were inside the stall u started to thrust inside satoru making him choke a moan and precum dripping on the stall's door

"oh satoru? hmm i dunno where he is "

saying that while being balls deep inside him while sliding a hand to tease his nipples making it harder for satoru as it is already

suddenly satoru's phone start vibrating inside his pocket

the vibrations made him clench into ur cock so hard as if he was milking u

"huh isn't this satoru's phone? i know his ringtone"

as soon as satoru heared the sorcerer outside the stall the fear of getting caugh turning into pleasure since he wasn't in his right state of mind making him cum all over the door and some got on his underwear at this point it became torture for u as well u put ur hand into his mouth and flushed the toilet to make some noize to cover the last thrusts's sounds into his already wet ass making u cum inside him while biting his nape and covering his mouth to suppress the moans from both of u at this point satoru was coming for the second time but this time he had a dry orgasm since he had already came seconds ago

"haaa- i-ngh i told u to stop fucking me after i come im sensitive fuck-"

"f/n satoru left his phone with me but i think he forgot it and just went home u can go back home too i thing i got a stomachache im not getting out soon *fake crying*"

"omfg lol thats lame ok ok im going home then see u around"

"yea byee"

as soon as he left satoru sat on the toilet trying to cool down after the intense sex u had

"ur unbelievable what if he had found up"

"he wont be able to because he is oblivious af plus stop acting tough u also liked it no? *sliding finger on his lower stomach*"

he just turns his face away and u can see his face red u giggled and said "next time u ask for my cock be ready for the consequences satoru♡"

[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober Day 13- Religious Play

Pairings: Priest!Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Sacrilege, mentions of masturbation, degradation mixed with praise, spanking, hair pulling, facial, hard dom!Hyunjin, squirting, nicknames (my child, Father, my pet, my love, literally all the other times he calls the reader a whore and a slut).

=Let me know if I missed any.=

18+ MDNI

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You were nervous while waiting in line. Ironically you were sweating like a sinner in church because that is exactly what you were at this moment. You were waiting to give your confession. How long had it even been since your last one; you couldn't remember. You took a deep breath and stepped into the confessional. Settling on the kneeler you waited for the priest to speak.

Soon, you heard the sound of the other door opening and closing. Then, you heard, "Hello, my child."

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned. I am not sure how long since my last confession," you replied.

"Very well, tell me your sins," he said. His voice was like velvet, and it sounded so familiar. You couldn't quite place where you had heard it before.

"I have sinned so much and I am afraid that I keep sinning," you said feeling ashamed.

He responds softly, "Please, explain."

You gulped, "I keep having impure thoughts, and they aren't just about anyone. They are about a man of the cloth. Sometimes, I even pleasure myself at the thought of what I would like for him to do to me."

"A man of the cloth, you say? My, my, that is serious. Who might this man be," he replies.

"It is Father Hwang," you say, "I can't seem to get him out of my mind. I want to kiss his beautiful lips, I want him to whisper filthy words to me. Mostly, I want to know what his body looks like under his robes. I also wonder what sort of lover he might be. Will he be soft and gentle or will he be rough and commanding?"

"Well," he pauses, "This is a very serious sin, my child. I will have to come to your side to give your penance as it requires me to lay hands on you. I am sure you understand."

"Yes, of course, Father," you said and waited for him to walk the short distance from his side to yours. When he walked in you looked up to meet his gaze. The sight in front of you was shocking and made you embarrassed. Stood there before you was none other than Hwang Hyunjin himself, the man you have been fantasizing about for weeks now.

He walks up to you. He towers over you even more so than usual as you are still kneeling. "Now my pet," he begins his voice taking on a more sultry tone, "I have the perfect penance for you and I think you'll really enjoy it. Go ahead and turn back around." You did as you were told. You turned back around still kneeling and your elbows returned to resting on the elevated part of the kneeler so that you were in the perfect praying position.

Hyunjin stood behind you and then whispered into your ear, "You know, the only way to get rid of these impure thoughts and fantasies is to act them out. That way there is no more curiosity and then we shall be forgiven after prayer." You couldn't believe what you heard it made you nervous and excited at the same time. Mostly excited though as you could feel a wet spot growing in your panties at the thought.

"I want you to give me one Our Father and don't stop no matter what happens do you understand," he asks while pulling down your panties and flipping up your skirt to reveal your bare ass to him.

You began, Our Father, *SMACK* a loud and hard spank landed on your right ass cheek. It was painful but it also felt so good so you continued. Who art in heaven *SMACK* h-hallowed be thy name *SMACK* th-th-thy kingdom c-come *SMACK* thy will be d-done *SMACK* on eeeearth as it issss in heaven *SMACK* This went on until you had finished the prayer. All he had done was spank you and it had you dripping down the side of your legs. You were already so fucked out and he had barely started.

"Well done my naughty little slut," he said praising you and degrading you all at once, "You are doing so well for me. Now, turn back around for me? That's it, it's now time to purify that pretty little mouth of yours." He kisses you deeply while he undoes the belt, zipper, and button on his pants and pulls them and his underwear down just enough for his cock to spring free. His lips tasted like cherries and you wondered if his cock was just as sweet. As if he had read your mind he pulled away from the kiss and replaced his lips on your with the head of his cock. You gladly accepted it into your mouth.

"Look at you," he said while lazily moving his hips to fuck your mouth, "You are just a greedy little cock whore for me aren't you?" You nodded and he smirked. He held on to your hair which was put up into a ponytail and began moving his hips faster. His thrust were fast and deep he hit the back of your throat each time. You were slobbering and gagging all over his cock and he had to pull out sooner than he wanted to or else you would have made him cum before he even got the chance to pound your sweet little pussy. You choked and sputtered when he pulled out trying to catch your breath. You were a fucked out mess. Tears streaming down your face mixing in with the drool falling from your chin. Not to mention your pupils were blown wide and you were so wet it was dripping even more down the side of your leg.

"Turn back around," he commanded and you obeyed, "I am going to fuck this pretty pussy until you beg for me to stop. Look at this you're soaked I bet I could just slide right in. You'd like that wouldn't you?" You couldn't even speak anymore opting to nod vigourously in response. He lined himself up with your entrance and pushed through your walls. He was right, you were so wet he slid all the way in with no problem. He still gave you a moment to adjust before setting a rapid pace. He wasted no time roughly slamming into you while one hand pulled back on your ponytail and the other snaked around your front to play with your clit. The pleasure was overwhelming and just when you thought you couldn't take anymore he found the angle that had him hitting the spot that made you see stars. Everything all together had you screaming and clenching tightly around him and he knew you were getting close.

"You want to cum, slut? Beg for it, if you beg I shall grant it to you," he said.

"Ple-plea-please Father, let me cum I can't hold it any longer please let me c-cum please please please," you begged him.

"Very good," he praised, "Go ahead, cum for me. Cum all over my cock like the good little whore you are." His words were all you needed to have the biggest orgasm you've ever had. You were pretty sure you blacked out for a moment it was so good. Your eyes rolled back and you had squirted all over him. It was mind-blowing. He pulled out and started stroking himself.

"Are you ready for your final blessing," he asked, stroking faster. You nodded, closed your eyes, and opened your mouth. He came a few pumps later all over your face.

"Go now in peace," he said smiling at you.

"Thank you, Father," you said," We need to do this again sometime Hyunnie. I came so hard, look at the mess we made. This was the best roleplay idea ever."

"I agree, my love," he said, "Now, let's get cleaned up and we can worry about this mess later."

You laughed and reached for him so he could help you up, "I think it will have to be a bath though. I actually don't think that I can walk or stand up on my own right now." One thing was for sure after tonight, you would both definitely be doing this again.

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A/N: HOLY SHIT!!! Bless the anon who suggested this because I had a blast writing it! This man literally makes me so feral and just imagining this while writing had me feeling some type of way! Anyway, my asks are still open please send some stuff in so I have things to do when Kinktober is over.

[megamett44-lover]

Hey! Could you do chris sturniolo meeting your family??

I love this, of course!!

Chris Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: In which the reader brings Chris to her hometown for Christmas

Warnings/Notes: She/her pronouns

Requested? Yes!

𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬

Chris fiddled with my fingers as I drove, the busy interstate stealing my attention away from him. He softly hummed along to some Dominic Fike song playing on my phone, twisting the rings on my fingers. I had turned off my GPS awhile back, knowing I wasn’t far from home.

We had decided last Summer to meet each others families over the holidays. It wasn’t that hard for me, seeing as I already knew Matt and Nick, but Chris, on the other hand, had not met a single member of my family. So I went with him to Boston back in November for Thanksgiving, and now here we were, going back to my hometown for Christmas.

“What if they don’t like me?” Chris asks, still twisting my rings.

I laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous, they’ll love you.”

“But what if they don’t?” He asks, turning to look at me.

“Stop stressing, they’ve been begging to meet you for forever.” I say. “Plus, you forget my sister is like, your number one fangirl.”

My little sister has been watching Chris, Nick, and Matt for awhile before I had met Chris. You can imagine her surprise when I left home for UCLA and returned home dating one of her favorite YouTubers.

“Yeah, but-” Chris starts before I cut him off.

“No more buts,” I say. “They’ll love you, end of discussion.”

Chris sighs, slumping down in his seat. I’ve never seen him so stressed before. It warmed my heart knowing he wanted to make a good first impression on my family.

After another half hour of driving, we finally pulled into my drive way. I grabbed Chris’ hand, placing a small kiss on the back of it.

“Don’t be afraid,” I say. “My dad can smell fear.”

Chris shakes his head in disbelief. “What, what?”

“Just kidding.” I laugh, stepping out of the car. I open the trunk to grab my bags and Christmas presents.

Chris joins me, grabbing his own bags. I place my hand on his shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “Seriously, though, don’t worry.” I say. “Just be yourself. They see how happy you make me, and I can promise they already love you for that.” I step up on my tip toes and place a small kiss to his cheek.

I slam the trunk down. “Alright, let’s hurry up.” I say. “Moms probably already done with dinner and I want first dibs on the stuffing!”

Chris and I walk up my concrete walkway and up my porch. The bright handmade wreath on the door jingled slightly as the door flew open, revealing my parents.

“Y/n!” My mom said, enveloping me into a warm hug. “Oh honey, we’ve missed you so much!”

My dad stands in the doorway, watching the joyful reunion. “Welcome home, kid.” He says, hugging me once my mom released me.

I stepped back, grabbing Chris’ hand. “Mom, dad, this is Chris.” I say, looking towards him.

“Sir, ma’am, nice to meet you.” Chris says, extending a hand out to them.

“Please, call us Y/m/n and Y/d/n.” My mom says, taking his hand. “We’ve heard so much about you.”

“Nice to meet you, son.” My dad says, shaking his hand.

“Well come on in, you two! It’s freezing out here!” My mom says, ushering is inside.

Chris and I step inside, hand-in-hand, as we’re wrapped in the warmth of the fireplace burning by our Christmas tree.

“Dinner is almost ready,” My mom announces. “Chris, honey, make yourself at home.”

Chris smiles in return and looks back to me. “So far, so good…I think.” He says.

“Told you, nothing to worry about.” I respond.

Chris looks behind me, looking at a table in our living room littered with old pictures.

“Oh my God!” He exclaims, picking up a photo from my first day of 6th grade.

I remember that day. My frizzy y/h/c hair was a bit wild, the baby fat still evident on my face, paired with my neon green braces, it didn’t make for a very flattering photo.

“Ew, put that down!” I say.

Chris laughs. “Why? You looked cute!”

“Gross, please stop.” I groan as Chris continues to laugh.

I roll my eyes slightly, in doing so, I see another pair of eyes staring at us from the top of the stairs; my little sister.

“Hi, sissy.” I say, walking over to the bottom of the stairs. Chris turns around hearing my voice, spitting my sister as well. “You wanna come down?”

She nods slowly, before making her way downstairs. She hugs my waist tightly.

“I missed you.” She says.

“I missed you more, kid.” I say, stroking her hair. “Hey, I have someone I want you to meet.” I walk her over to Chris and he bends down to get on her eye level.

“Hi, I’m Chris.” He says, offering her his hand.

She takes it, her hand looking tiny in his. “I know. I watch all your videos.” She responds.

“Oh really?” Chris asks.

“Yep!” She says, popping the ‘p’.

“Well who’s your favorite?” Chris asks her, brow raised slightly.

“Nick.” She responds. “He’s really funny. You are too, though. So is Matt.”

Chris laughs. “Yeah, he is…maybe one day I can introduce you two?”

My sisters eyes light up. “Really?!” She asks in disbelief.

“For sure.” Chris responds.

My sister turns to me. “He’s my favorite boyfriend you’ve ever had!” She exclaims.

I laugh. “Yeah, mine too.”

“Better be.” Chris laughs, sliding an arm around my waist.

“Hey guys, dinner is ready. But I wanted to do something first.” My mom says, walking into the living room with my father, who’s carrying a small wrapped box.

“We know Christmas is tomorrow, but we wanted to give you this now.” My dad says, extending the box to Chris.

Chris looks at it confusedly. “For me?” He asks. My parents nod.

“Well go on, open it.” I urge.

Chris peels back the wrapping paper carefully, revealing a white box. He opens it, and inside is a read stocking with the letter ‘C’ embroidered on it.

I nudged him to show him my families stockings hanging above the fireplace, each with our initials on it.

“We’ve seen how happy you make our daughter, so we wanted to properly welcome you into the family.” My dad says.

“Oh…” Chris says, clearly taken aback by the gesture. “Thank you guys, this means a lot to me.”

“Of course, honey.” My mom says. “We’re glad you could be here.”

I help Chris hang his stocking next to mine above the fireplace.

“That looks nice.” I say.

“It does.” Chris hums in response.

“Alright kids, let’s dig in while the foods still hot!” My mom says, directing everyone to the kitchen.

“Hey,” Chris says to me, grabbing my waist as my family exits the room. “look up.”

I look up to see him holding a fake mistletoe above my head.

“Where’d you get that?” I ask.

“Doesn’t matter, but you know the rules.” He says, looking down at me.

I step up on my tip toes, giving him a small peck. “Happy?” I ask.

“Very happy.” He says with an adorable grin as we head into the kitchen to eat.

[dee-in-the-box]

Gigi Attempts To Call Her Father In The Aftermath Of The Bad Ending In Dsaf 3

(@niaclo here's the thing :) there's also a lot of Lore Implications here, and i'll let you see if you can find a couple :])

*bzzt* ... *bzzt* ... *bzzt* ... *bzzt-*

"Hey, Jack Kennedy's voicemail thing here. Leave a message. Or don't. I don't give a shit-" *beep!*

Gigi: H-Hey Dad. It's uh...well, it's been three months, and you not only haven't responded to my texts and calls, but Liz and Neil's as well. Uh, Jesus Christ.

Look, I know you used to do this a lot a few years ago, where you'd just...up and disappear for weeks at a time with little to no notice, and with little to no contact with any of us, but, uh, just a small sign that you're okay would be appreciated, y'know?

...Dad, is...is this about the baby that went missing at the diner back several months ago? I... *sigh* Dad, do you...remember when you used to tell us that you and Pops got several Freddy's locations shut down back in the day by killing a bunch of young kids? Ones who were around our age when you had told us that? We-We always thought that you were joking, just doing it to sound intimidating, t-that you hadn't actually-

...D-Dad, y-you were joking, right?

...I-I don't wanna think too hard about the fact you might not have been...

...Pops always had seemed kinda scared of you, now that I think about it...at least from what I remember...

Dad- the last time any of us heard from you was went you sent this...weird package home with the red scarf in it. For me.

I-I just- it's lovely, don't get me wrong, Dad, but-

It...It looks like the one you said Aunt Dee had. But...But you'd told me that she had been wearing that scarf when she was-

Dad, w-where did you even find this? Is this why you've been missing for so long? Why you haven't come home yet?

I know we made fun of you a bit for the bear suit thing, b-but we were just joking around. I- Did we do something wrong?

[long pause]

...Dad, do you remember how I told you that I used to see this...weird pink man when I'd fall asleep, and how he'd talk to me even when I wasn't asleep? And how you'd get...weirdly concerned? I-I haven't heard from him since you disappeared. Look- I mean this both in a joking way and in a serious way: was that Satan, and did you effectively make a deal with the Devil to get him to leave me alone? I-I mean, on one hand, I really appreciate it, but also, I-I'd prefer to still be dealing with him if it meant you were still here.

...We haven't head from Pops either. We gave him a phone too, but...

Dad, a-are you two okay? I-I even tried asking Roger where you two went, and all he told me was that he "didn't know and didn't care." I- did something happen?

Dad, look, I get that there's probably some reason that you've had to disappear off the face of the Earth, but- could you please just let me know if you're fucking okay or not?

...M-Marsha and I got engaged, you know? T-The girl I introduced you to a few years ago? Y-Yeah, she proposed to me. The ring's very pretty, I-I'll send you a picture of it later. The wedding's in February, the same day we met back in...2018, I think? The 19th.

Y-You think you could be there? Walk me down the aisle? Like I've heard it's supposed to work? If you or Pops could come, it'd be nice. Marsha hasn't even met him yet...

...We miss you, y'know? I miss you.

...Please come home, Dad. Please....

...

Love you.

...Bye.

*beep!*

[deadboyfriendd]

20 Questions for Fic Writers Game

Thank you for the tag <3 @jo-harrington

1) How many works do you have on A03? - none, actually. I haven't made it to tht neck of the woods yet.

2) What's your total AO3 word count? - That would be a big ole 0

3) What fandoms do you write for? - Stranger Things currently. I used to be a writer for The 100 back in my Wattpad days. Sometimes I throw around the idea of writing for Fargo or Criminal Minds.

4) What are your top five fics by kudos? - I would say probably Stains in the Granite, Cochise, Stone Gothic, H E A D L I N E R S., Kate, and The Bisbee Letter Series

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? - I try really hard to respond to the really meaningful ones, but if I have poo brain that day it slips. I read all of them and reread them over and over until they're engrained in my noodle brain though! .

6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? - Stone Gothic or Sockpuppet. Stone Gothic is angst in terms of bodily violence Sockpuppet in terms of ouchie feelings OR OR OR She Makes Dirty Words Sound Pretty. Can you tell I love angst?

7) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? - Hallmark, probably. That was kind of the whole point of doing a Hallmark movie themed fic.

8) Do you get hate on fics? No.

9) Do you write smut? If so, what kinds? - Yes but it has to be there as a plot catalyst. I write very flowery very feelings-oriented smut, even if the characters don't have feelings for each other. Though, I feel like everything I write is feelings-oriented.

10) Do you write crossovers? - It never went I don't think I've written one yet but if I get a good idea I'm not opposed to it. Maybe if you wanna count SITG or Cochise since they're based off of 50 First Dates and Tombstone?

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen? - Not that I’m aware of.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated? - Again, not that I'm aware of.

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before? - Nothing that I would explicitly credit myself with but @dr-aculaaa and I loom over each other's docs like God. I'm pretty sure Drac has inadvertently written half of my fics.

14) What's your all time favorite ship? -We're big Steddie fans around here. Keep an eye out for a Steddie fic I have brewing.

15) What's a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? - LMAO might be that steddie fic that I just talked about. I also have a very flowery and angsty AU of an AU of an AU baby about Robin that I've been screaming to her about that is on the very back of burners.

16) What are your writing strengths? - I'm really good at analogies and descriptive writing. I've always written about feelings because I have a lot of them and I'm painfully self-aware of them.

17) What are your writing weaknesses? - LMAO editing process? I don't know her. Every work you get is beta read by Drac and that's IT. If it misses Drac then it was meant to be a part of the fic. In terms of my actual writing, I think it's smut writing. I'm good at making people love each other not good at making them fuck.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? - There has to be a place for it that makes sense. I used lines in Latin in Cochise and Bisbee because my Eddie is very much based off of Doc Holliday, who spoke Latin, and used that line very much as a plot catalyst. I use a lot of analogies to Marlowe's Doctor Faustus which also has Latin in it, which was crucial to the storylines of both Bisbee and Cochise.

19) First fandom you wrote for? - The Walking Dead when I was entirely too young to be fic reading or writing. Maybe One Direction before that? Also W A Y too young to be fic reading or writing. The first fandom I ever had success writing in was The 100. Still too young but I'm proud of those 100k notes.

20) Favorite fic you've written? - The Cochise and Bisbee universe. I LOVE writing in that prose and I LOVE reimagining these characters into Tombstone. It's so personal to me since I'm from Arizona and I love living here and all of the cowboy stuff. It feels like I neglect it sometimes but really, I'm trying so hard to get them perfect because this is absolutely my passion project and I'm so proud of them even though they get like zero reads.

No Pressure Tags: @dr-aculaaa @bettyfrommars

[imeunseoksbby]

CHAPTER 4

E u n s e o k x r e a d e r

Eunseok :Good news by the way

Y/N:What?

Eunseok:We can go back to the house,they lost track of us

Y/N:Finally,let's get going

Eunseok:You're not going out like that

Y/N:You got a problem with what am wearing?

Eunseok:Yeah,your skin is showing alot and there's alot of perverts outside

Eunseok:No one is gonna look at my girl like that

Y/N:Well then let me wear your..

Eunseok:My what?I didn't bring a jersey

Y/N:Well then let's just go

Sometime later,Y/N and Eunseok are back at the house,but it seems like Eunseok has something important to tell Y/N

Eunseok:Babe...I'll be gone for 30 minutes

Y/N:You leaving me again?

Eunseok:It's important,but I'll take you to your favourite restaurant,I promise you

Y/N scoffed,Eunseok grabbed her chin and kissed her lips,she started feeling butterflies in her tummy

Eunseok:Find your best fit for the night

Y/N smiled and Eunseok did his goodbyes

♡Timeskip:30 minutes later ♡

Eunseok already came back

Eunseok:Babe

Y/N:Hmm?

Eunseok didn't answer her and sat down,y/n just rolled her eyes.She came to sit down but Eunseok aggressively pulled her down to sit on his lap,he wrapped his arms around her waist

Eunseok:You wanna watch a movie?

Y/N:Yeah but which movie?

Eunseok :Well what you wanna watch?

Y/N:Mean Girls?

Eunseok:That movie of those three mean b*tches?

Y/N:Yeah

Eunseok:Ugh fine

♡Timeskip:19:00PM♡

Eunseok and y/n had finished preparing,he was wearing a white shirt and khaki pants. He was on his phone chatting to Seunghan until he saw y/n get out the bathroom looking all sexy. She wore a denim skirt with a white shirt written "bae" on it,her heels were black and she tied her braids up in a ponytail

"My gosh" Eunseok smirked and looked at y/n up and down,he pulled her closer to him and she looked up at him

Eunseok:You look so gorgeous

Y/N:Thank you

"Mhm" he hummed and immediately rushed to your glossy lips,he put his tongue inside your mouth and his hands traced down to your ass.He was rubbing your ass and his mouth traced down to your neck,he kissed your neck and gripped your ass tighter

You sat down and he placed his hands on your thighs,you laid down the bed and he placed his hands on yours,you felt his left hand leave your hand and go in your shirt. He unclipped your bra and threw it elsewhere,his warm hand started massaging your boobs

You let out a melodic moan which turned him on

"Gosh babygirl,I wanna f**k you" he whispered onto your ear,before you could say anything he kissed your lips and gripped your boobs. He pulled your shirt up and looked at your perfectly shaped boobs,he gripped on the right boob hard and sucked on your left one,you let out a moan and he loved it.He placed your shirt back and his hands slid between your inner thighs heading to your pussy,he rubbed your clit and he put his two fingers inside of you

"B-babe~w-we're going to be late " you stuttered your words,Eunseok ignored you and started fingering you,you couldn't say a word at all and just let him finger fucc you.Suddenly y'all got a call from Sohee,Eunseok took the phone and answered it

"Wassup" he said while fingering you,he got closer to your face and went on a fast pace

"Where are you guys?" He said sounding concerned,you tried your best not to moan."I'm waiting for y/n,she's right here" he brought the phone closer to you and gave you a smirk,his pace increased

"H-hi So-hee" you tried speaking,"Hii are you good?" He asked but you couldn't respond at all,you even bit your lip but Eunseok inserted 1 more finger

"I'm-i'm goo...ahh ~" you couldn't hold it in,you didn't care anymore if Sohee was on the phone,he immediately dropped and Eunseok looked at you

Eunseok:Now it's time for me to-

Y/N:Babe,we'll do this later when we come back

Eunseok:I was just about to rail you😫

"Now I have to fix myself again" you said sounding annoyed

"You seemed to enjoy" he said with a smirk on his face;you rolled your eyes and smiled

Y/N:Whatever

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Unlikely Places - Chapter 11 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter: 11 - Don't Be A Jerk

"So, he never explained to you why he came here to begin with?" Archer asked and I shook my head 'no'.

"And the way he acted, when he first got here, led you to have a panic attack?" Branson asked.

I thought about it and shrugged.

I recalled the conversation that led to my panic attack.

He had been aggravating me.

He'd been repeating his insinuations about the guys and me and then he had asked me if I was gay. I'd been uncomfortable but not enough to panic.

No, that had come when I let myself start thinking for a split second about the actual physical reactions, I was having to him.

When a tiny voice in my head had questioned the possibility of it being attraction.

'That' was when my anxiety had soared and an attack had become inevitable.

I didn't want to confess that though.

I had hardly been able to bring it up to myself over the last few days as it was.

"What's the shrug mean Jay-Ji," Archer asked, his voice insistent.

Archer knew me well.

He knew I wasn't sharing everything.

"He was making implications but it was only making me mad. I think I was just overly tired," I finished lamely.

I couldn't sit here and talk about 'that'.

I just couldn't.

"And passing out," Mick jumped in.

"Was that because you were overly tired?" his skepticism, was loud and clear.

"Actually," I responded, glad that I could tell the complete truth at least for this.

"I was dehydrated, overtired and hungry. The panic attack just added to it and made the perfect storm. My blood sugar was too low coupled with the dehydration. I simply passed out."

"Simply?" Branson asked with sarcasm and I shrugged again.

"You know what I mean," I groaned.

"It wasn't that big of a deal. It was mostly a nuisance and a bit embarrassing as Pierce and his bodyguard had had to babysit Cicero during the time I was laying in the hospital room."

"He took Cicero in his car with you?" Mick asked and laughed.

"Damn that car is as expensive as hell. I can only imagine the amount of slobber Cicero left behind."

Archer laughed and patted Cicero as if he had done a good job.

I rolled my eyes.

They really didn't like Pierce.

"So, he then brought you home and fed you and then seemingly played with your dog while you slept like a baby? Does that sum it up?" Branson asked and I flushed. I glared at him.

"D-don't be a j-jerk."

I hated confrontation.

I hated even more when I got angry with one of my friends.

I found it incredibly hard to say anything because I didn't like fighting with them but he was being a dick.

I could tell as soon as I started, though that he felt bad.

They all knew that stuttering was one of the first signs of my anxiety levels rising.

"Sorry," he muttered.

"But Jackson, damnit," he continued in frustration.

"There's something not right about this guy but you let him in your house and then you fell asleep. You made yourself so vulnerable. Anything could have happened," he growled, in angry concern.

"B-but it d-didn't," I quietly pointed out.

"H-he just fed me and w-watched over Cicero while I-I slept," I said, turning and looking at all of then in turn, making them at least concede that, if nothing else.

Pierce may not be the nicest guy but he wasn't a deviant like they were trying to imply.

I think he had proven that about himself at least, despite some of his earlier and admittedly lewd remarks.

He definitely got off on the wrong foot with these guys and it was his own fault but in the end, he had done right by me.

They needed to at least admit that.

"At least tell us you haven't seen him since," Archer interjected, his face still looking more concerned than relieved.

I shook my head 'no' while saying...

"But..."

"Damnit, Jackson," Branson broke in.

"But what? You know, just because he took care of your beloved dog, doesn't make him a good person."

"But what?" Archer asked, frowning at Branson making it clear with his eyes that Branson needed to calm down.

"Something went wrong with the new project I've been trying to work on. I sent in my report this afternoon and he's not happy about it. He scheduled a meeting for tomorrow at eleven."

"Un-fucking-believable," Branson muttered and I winced.

It did seem coincidental, I had to admit, I could see why the guys thought it was made up but the project was real.

My' job' was real, the mess up was real as well and it had interfered with the deadline.

Though, in the eight years of working at this company, I had never been called for a meeting like this before and didn't particularly want to go.

I had to concede Pierce was justified in calling the meeting if he felt so inclined and unfortunately, he did, I had no choice, I had to go.

"Jackson don't you think he's kind of suspicious?" Mick asked me tentatively.

I sighed, I knew he could be seen that way. I wasn't an idiot.

He had acted mysterious the first time we met and then he had up and paid an uninvited visit while being cagey about his intentions whenever I had asked.

These things were obviously suspect but I had seen some other things about him that I wouldn't call bad at all.

He had been solicitous, he had even been somewhat friendly at times and he loved my dog.

I recalled the image I had of him on the floor with Cicero, rubbing his belly.

He had looked so relaxed, so human and then there was simply me and my curiosity about him.

I had big question marks mentally hanging over his head in my mind.

Why had he come?

What did he want?

Why did he make me feel the things I did?

"Jackson," Mick uttered, with a tired sigh.

"We're not trying to upset you but I feel some things need to be said. His behavior is at best questionable. He showed up here which means he wants something from you. You need to think about that and ask yourself what it is."

"And you also need to ask yourself why, if it's not anything bad, then why he can't go about things in a more decent manner. Society has spoken and unspoken rules but he only seems to want to play by his."

I frowned at Mick and then at the others who were nodding their heads in agreement.

They had valid points, I knew.

Pierce had started sketchy and made a terrible first impression.

I could understand why my friends thought the way they did but that didn't make their opinions any less difficult for me.

They made my stomach churn because my feelings and emotions conflicted with their words.

Despite everything I still had this spark inside of me since meeting Pierce that had only grown.

A curiosity I knew they simply would not understand.

Regardless of all the reasons I shouldn't be, I felt drawn to the man who I had met in such an unlikely place and in such a questionable way.

This was completely new for me.

I had never been drawn to anyone else before in my life.

Ignoring it, felt wrong.

Pursuing it, seemed impossible.

Confusion settled in as the voices of my friends floated over my head.

A part of me wished things could simply go back to the way they had been for me before meeting Pierce on Friday night.

The other part knew they never would.

I had a sneaky suspicion that the other part was also very happy about that.

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- preferred as a series - if you don’t want to, you don’t have to always remmeber this - i think it’s obvious who i am <3 - y/n being mitsuri’s younger sister if possible ?

so y/n is sort’ve shy n stutters LOTS! but one thing that really gets on her nerves is rude people. when she was in swordsmith village along with mitsuri the first thing she came across was muichiro and kotetsu arguing over a key. when she saw muichiro smack him man she started to absolutely not like him. but she always found herself getting nervous around him and never knew why until mitsuri told her. but the thing is she avoided him but.. not for the right reasons and then she FINALLY decided to actually try being his friend but you know how he is

Why him?

Muichiro x Reader short series

Mitsuri explains to her little sister (the reader) that she has a crush on Muichiro.

Part 1

"I think it's this way!" Mitsuri called as she tried to lead you both to the hot springs. You both stopped mid-tracks when you heard the crying of a young kid. Across the way you both saw Kotetsu appear to be arguing with Muichiro over something.

"W-what do you th-think they are arguing about?" You asked.

"Hmm... It's hard to tell." Mitsuri responded and just then Muichiro hit Kotetsu and grabbed him.

"Should we do something?!?" You asked, turning to your older sister. Mitsuri looked frozen. She wasn't sure what to do either. Muichiro was another Hashira so whatever he was needing from Kotetsu must be important, but Mitsuri didn't agree with his harshness. As Mitsturi thought over what action you two should take Tanjiro came out from the other side and appeared to intervene.

You looked from the scene and back to your sister.

"Maybe it's best if we continue on our way. We don't want to interrupt their business." Mitsuri finally decided.

"W-what about K-kotetsu?? Do you think he's ok!" You protested.

"Let's find him later and check in on him. How does that sound?"

"Ok..." You weren't fully satisfied with that answer but didn't want to argue with your sister. You followed Mitsuri to the hot springs but had a strong urge to turn around.

"I don't understand why he is so mean." You said to Mitsuri as you climbed into the hot springs.

"Who?"

"T-tokito, it's one thing to have a sharp tongue but hit Kotetsu?? I c-can't stand him."

"Oh he's not that bad. I'm sure there was a reason, we don't really know what was going on." Mitsuri said, sinking into the warm water. "Maybe you could ask him about it later." She suggested.

"A-ask him about it? N-no thanks I'll keep my d-distance." You responded. Mitsuri shrugged and closed her eyes.

"We only have a few more moments here then I have to go check on my sword. I'll catch up with you later for dinner ok?"

"Yeah ok..."

"Meanwhile, maybe you can look for Kotetsu and make sure he's ok." Mitsuri said standing up and beginning to dry off.

"Yeah alright." You agreed getting up as well. You followed Mitsuri back into the village until you two had to split up.

"I'll see you in a bit ok!" She said waving before she turned to run off.

You went on the hunt for Kotetsu looking around the village for him. It was hard to distinguish him since everyone had on similar masks, but you were determined to make sure he was ok. You thought you saw a glimpse of him walking into one of the buildings and kept your eye on him as you hurried a long to catch up when you crashed into something which caused you to fall to the floor.

"You should be more attentive to your surroundings." You heard and looked up to see Muichiro.

You felt paralyzed with his piercing eyes looking at you on the floor. You quickly jumped up and started to brush yourself off.

"W-what i-is the m-m-matter with you!" You said before you were able to think the words through.

"What's the matter with me? I'm not the one being careless and running into people." Muichiro stated.

"N-no not that! I saw you hit K-kotetsu! Do you think that's fair? A H-h-hashira picking on a k-kid!!" You yelled. Muichiro's eyes seemed to look past you and his expression appeared uninterested.

"This doesn't concern me." He said, turning to walk away.

"Are you always this m-m-miserable!" You yelled, but the Hashira continued to walk away.

"WHAT SHE SAID!" You heard yelled beside you. You looked to see Kotetsu next to you.

"Hey I was l-looking for you!" You said excited to finally find him.

"Oh did you need something?"

"I just saw w-what happened earlier with Tokito and wanted to m-make sure you were o-ok."

"Oh... yeah seaweed head sucks, but Tanjiro is training with me to get stronger and teach him a lesson!" Kotetsu said, pumping his fist in the air. You giggled at his eagerness even though you highly doubted Tanjiro was going to lay a hand on a Hashira.

"Well I'm g-glad you're doing o-ok. I'm going to go meet up with my sister now. See you!" You said heading off in the direction of the place you and Mitsuri were staying the night.

"UGH! I can't stand him!" You said sitting down to eat next to your sister.

"Oh... you're still talking about him?" She said amused and began to eat.

"I ran into him while you were g-gone... literally..."

"Oh what did he say?"

"N-nothing nice of course! I just don't get it. I'm used to dealing with rude and egotistical people in the demon slayer corps. After all Iguro likes to hang around you a lot for some reason, but Tokito is another story." You ranted and Mitsuri blushed at the mention of Obanai's name. "I d-don't get it... w-why can't I get him out of my mind, and when I'm around him all the things I really want to say get jumbled and I even s-stutter more. It's so f-f-frustrating." You finished and Mitsuri gave a loud gasp.

"HOW COULD I NOT HAVE NOTICED BEFORE!" She yelled.

"Hu?" You were completely confused.

"MY LITTLE SISTER HAS HER FIRST CRUSH! I'M SO HAPPY!" Mitsuri screamed and pulled you into a hug.

A crush? Is that really it? You were sure you hated Muichiro. His indifference to everything. The way he carried himself as though he was better than everyone else. His eyes that seemed to pierce through your soul, his long hair that was way prettier than yours, his voice that seemed to flow effortlessly from him, and the elegance of his breathing style-... oh... oh crap... maybe Mitsuri was right.

Thank you for the request! Yes I know who you are hehe~ This is a little different than anything I’ve written before, so I hope I did it justice and it makes you smile. I plan to write this in two parts. Part two will be out soon~

[fillinforlater]

You asked for it

Male Reader x Im Yeojin

Length: 3645 words

Tags: degradation, self degradation, spit, vibrator, anal play, teasing, begging, crying, doming, name calling, dehumanizing, mind-break, rough sex, slaps, breeding kink, daddy kink, slave play, spanks, harsh, hardcore, stand and carry, missionary, slave!Yeojin / master!Reader

TW: ofc spoilers, but this one is very hard. Massive degradation, dehumanizing, slave/master dynamic, mind break, spitting at idol

Inspiration: Her outfit. Yeah.

Credit: @sooyadelicacies for co-writing. Thank you, it was a pleasure!

(A/N: another collab with Sooya! And this time, we went berserk. Poor Yeojin)

“Uhm, hey…”

You never really noticed Yeojin before, but her hair, the outfit and especially the outfit—this was a new Yeojin.

"I've heard what you've been doing with some of my bandmates and I want what they get from you, Daddy. Isn't that what you like to be called when you are dicking down my Unnies?"

You gulp. All the things you've done with the four H's, how does she know them? They were supposed to stay secret, and as their dorm's trusty cleaner, staying there almost daily never caused suspicion.

Or did it?

"Yeojin, what are you even saying?" you speak slowly to sound convincing. It is futile however.

"Stop playing dumb and innocent, Daddy," Yeojin groans, grinding her hips and butt on your jeans covered thigh. The moment you saw those outfits you were ready to plow her members in them, but Yeojin's looks exceptionally hot. The others are quickly forgotten.

"I know how you love to cum all over Heejin's abs," Yeojin sultry says, while her hands rub over yours, "I know you fuck Hyeju from behind, while kneading her tits. And the cat stuff with—"

"Fine, fine! Fuck, shut up. We don't have as much privacy as you might think."

"Give it to me! Those girls, even Haseul and Kim Lip, always get attention from boys and fans. I often feel like I'm just in their shadow, so I wanted to prove that I could attract with my visuals too. Do you like my outfit, Daddy? You want me to be your little baby girl and fucktoy?”

Yeojin's hands straddle your body, her hips still grind on your leg, but her crotch is not moving to the growing problem in your now tight pants. A tease that works.

You answer her wordlessly. Aggressive hands move to her skirt and immediately underneath it. A yelp and a giggle, and then vise-versa when you pull her panties down and go down as well.

"Shut up. Don't moan too loud," you hiss before planting your face under the blue garment. A strong sniff, a remarkable scent from her drenching slit.

"D-Daddy—"

"Yeojin? Why are you already this wet?!"

"For you, Daddy, all for you. I wanted you for a long time. Plus, you've never fucked me before and I can promise you this: my pussy is the tightest of them all, an unclaimed pussy, doesn't that turn you on, Daddy? This pussy, any of my holes belong solely to you, so stuff it with your cock, your cum!”

You rise to your feet again, significantly taller than the small idol. She probably thinks her offer sounds irresistible to you, especially with all the kinky promises spread throughout. However, her needy eyes reveal how desperate she is to get what her friends get: your cock.

"I'll do what I want to do. And we shall see how tight you are, bitch. Now follow me. And don't dare to pull your panties back up. If you stumble, you stumble."

Yeojin tries to carefully, yet quickly follow your pace as you lead her into a special area, down a rarely used hallway, to a designated bedroom where you defiled her other members before. 

"Wait, has this room been here for the whole time? How come I never noticed it before?"

"You must be dense. Oh well, your body still looks hot as hell."

Yeojin doesn't respond to your words, visibly mesmerized by the soft blanket on top of the bed. At this moment, she is not paying enough attention, and finally trips over the panties around her ankles.

"Wahhhh!"

You could catch her. All it would take is stretching out one arm and putting a little effort in it. To your own amusement you decide against it, and watch the small idol fall on to the antique, smelly carpet below. 

Yeojin winces in pain, holding her wrist. She does not look seriously hurt, after all, the fall wasn't particularly heavy. Not that you care.

"You are so stupid. My God, you are even more dense than I imagined." 

Removing your shoes, you walk next to her. Like a vicious god from above, you look down to an insignificant creature below. You can do anything to her. 

"I don't care how mean you are," Yeojin hisses, trying to get up despite her restraining panties,"I just want your cock in my pussy."

"You have no idea what you want… you can't even handle me. If I had to take a guess you're totally inexperienced, aren't you? Why such a need to prove yourself to anyone?"

With a light stomp on her back, you let Yeojin fall back to the ground. She shrieks and shivers, and it only increases when you lean down and rub her bare skin, spine upwards to her nape. With a rough grab, you force her to look at you, confused, fearful eyes.

"I... I just want what they have. You must be so good, having multiple members. I want your big cock to... to..."

"Fucking hell! So needy!"

Yank her head down and pull her skirt up. Don't hold back, and slap the cute, exposed butt harshly. Yeojin wiggles and cries out, but she does not dodge or move away. 

"What if I don't want your pussy? I could just let you stay a virgin. The last virgin of Loona, probably."

"No, please! Do what you want, just... deflower me."

"What are you even saying? Such slutty behavior will be punished." 

From underneath the bed you pull out your favorite toy to use on Hyunjin: a pink vibrator. Although it's actually small in size, compared to tiny Yeojin it looks big.

"Spread your ass, stupid whore! And stop talking like that. Call me Master and only talk if necessary."

"O-okay, Ma-Master."

Turn to her face, grab it in one hand furiously and get uncomfortably close to it.

"That was not necessary, bitch."

"Heejin, Haseul, Hyeju, Hyunjin, those are the ones you know about and I have respect for them. But you? You're just a needy virgin slut way over her head coming to me. You know why your other members are my sluts? Because they are fucking good at what they do and are good partners, you… what can you even offer me? Pathetic."

"I will g-give you my precious first time—"

"Shut up," you shout at her, "I don't fucking care that it's your first time and precious to you!"

With your glaring, fiery eyes on Yeojin, you spit into her face. Full of shock, she touches the spot where it hit her. Before another reaction comes from her, you grab her miniscule body and spin it around. 

Yeojin's skirt does not cover her leaking entrance, but it was never your destination. In rage you tear apart the garment hiding her small breasts, they jiggle in the cups of her bra. Seemingly uncontrolled, you strike at the hard nipples on top of the mounds.

Yeojin screams in pain, despair and fear in glistening orbs that release a couple of tears. Luckily for her, no words leave her gasping mouth. Only a wince at every hit and eventually, high pitched moans.

"This is your punishment, whore! If you apologize, I'll ram something in your cunt. Do it!"

"But… but… I-I didn't do anything… I didn't do anything wrong! I—"

"That's it!"

No further warning: you raise her legs, spread her tight ass cheeks just a little and mercilessly shove the vibrator up Yeojin's puckered hole. In a shadow crushing scream, she exclaims the pain shooting up her body.

You will not leave it at that: turn on the vibrator, to turn shock and pain to a punishment of pleasure that makes her tiny frame twitch and jerk all over.

Yeojin screams in a mixture of pain and pleasure as her body is rocked by the humming of the vibrator, she starts to leak. 

"Leaking on the bed? The bed preserved for my girls? Disgusting. You're getting your juices everywhere!" 

You spank her ass with the toy still shoved in. 

"Naughty filthy bitch, staining my sheets like that."

"S-stop, please! I-I want it in here!" 

Through the uncontrollable movements of her body, Yeojin somehow manages to trace a trembling hand down her toned midriff and spread her glistening, almost spraying pussy. 

"P-plug me up!"

"No, slut!"

You spank her again, this time on the exact same spot, in a fast rhythm that makes her ass turn a deep reddish color. Yeojin sobs and cries, like she doesn't know a solution to end it.

"Apologize, you idiot! Stupid whore, it can't be this hard!"

Click. Realization kicks in. Yeojin doesn't want this to stop. She likes it too much. She loves all this rough, violent behavior you considered punishment. It's not effective, not teaching her a lesson, not showing her her place.

But it's too enjoyable for you as well.

"You're, you're rough with the other girls, but you like them. You care about them, but with me you don't have to like or care about me. I’m just a toy for you to fuck and use. Be as rough as you want with me, break me, ruin me. Please fuck my virgin pussy hole and claim it as yours and only yours!”

Her words trigger you. A fuck toy? You didn't have to keep a relationship going with her? Yeojin offers herself as nothing but a cumdump, a fleshlight for your own pleasure. Finally, she found something that spikes your interest. She might regret these words.

"I'll fill you everytime I fucking want. I don't care if you are in the mood, or tired or already full of cum. If I call, you are coming and you will kneel or bend over. You won't get kisses or cuddles, and don't even think about love. Your orgasm doesn't matter; you don't matter. Do you understand that this is the life of a fucktoy?"

Stare at her melted, needy face in devilish seriousness, before pushing the vibrator into the furthest depths of her rectum.

"If you say 'Yes, Daddy, I'll be your fucktoy slave' I'll use you as a cockwarmer, an anal cocksleeve, a slapping bag, a stress reliefer. Hell, if I want to ruin and end your career just for fun, I will. Are you desperate enough to accept it, sex toy?"

"Yes, Daddy! I'll be your fucktoy slave! I need to… I don’t care about my career, I only care about your cock, your pleasure—so fuck me! Own me, Master!”

The one hand that used to shove the vibrator in Yeojin's asshole now reaches for her throat and gives it a passionate squeeze. If her tongue was out before or came out at that exact moment is an irrelevant factor. It would have been a nice mechanism: choking leads to ahegao.

Yeojin's hands try to tear off the remains of clothing hanging on her body, but she ultimately fails. The penetration of your rock solid cockhead into her tight, unused cunt brings her entire focus to the one thing she always craved.

"Master's cock! It's filling me up!"

"Shut up, toy! Only speak when spoken to."

Not a second thought, the palm of your hand crosses her face, leaving a red imprint on the tiny, lustful face. The idol smiles through the sting, the harsh treatment of her make-up covered features, and continues her “defiance” with a wave of devoted screams.

"Mhmm, Master! Master! Fuck me harder Master, fuck me, ravage me, break me!" 

Slap after slap hits her face. She is too far gone, too broken to understand your commands. Nevertheless, you continue to drill into her. A hand spreading her legs makes it easy for your hips to push and push, with the force of a tank. Yeojin might have been a virgin seconds ago, but her pussy is slick and wet like she does get this pounding daily. These hard thrusts make you feel every inch of her insides. From lips to cervix, your cock attacks it with an unrivaled power. It's not surprising anymore that Yeojin starts to cum with shrieks and squirt. 

It motivates you to go faster, break the soundbarrier. Overstimulate her, flick her clit, she is nothing but animalistic sounds. In her eyes you see nothing resembling decency, control or human. 

Yeojin is broken. From a cute, little idol dreaming of stardom to a cockloving, mindless sex slave.

"Bitch, I'm going to fucking explode in you. Don't you let a single drop go to waste. And if I  happen to breed you, you'll carry that child like a good whore won't you?"

Yeojin nods. Or is it her head rocking back and forth from you fucking her into the bed? Her eyes flicker, tongue spills drool all over her face, depending on how her neck bends in orgasm. The tiny rest of mascara is everywhere, just like chestnut strands. 

The girl is a sweaty bundle. You pick her up, just to try a little stand and carry. You have never finished with one of the girls like this, although Hyunjin is perfect for it. However, the cat girl is visibly scared of taking you in this position, and because you care for her, it’s a pass.

For Yeojin, you don't have to care. Even if the company fires you, she will crawl to your house and serve you with her body. Even with her face, more red because of your slap then from arousal, she yearns for more and even with her completely destroyed pussy, probably hurting from being deflowered with your massive rod, Yeojin is ready for her life as your private slave.

"You're so small but you take my cock decently, you little whore. How ruined is your pussy right now? Hm? Still fucking mean what you say, my toy?"

"Hmmmm, y-yes, Master."

Yeojin squeezes out actual words through her mewls, even as her eyes roll into the back of her head. An orgasm of mind-altering dimensions. As wave after wave of galactic pleasure jolt through every cell of her tiny body, the thought of being an owned toy, a slave is connected with pure joy and satisfaction.

You continue to hold onto her small body rocking on your cock and you don't relent pumping into her pussy. As you continue to carry and fuck her, you reach for a phone and hand it to her. 

"Prove it! I want you to call someone from the company right now and tell them you'll quit your idol life to be my cocksleeve."

Yeojin's hand looks like it's lagging from all the convulses and shivering. Her orgasm is still overwhelming her, and moans from overstimulation put you further into heat. If she does it or not, it doesn't really matter to you. You will fill her with cum, until she, consequently, will be bred. 

Ironically, her body seems to fight back against the prospect of calling. When you try to start the call, the phone firmly pressed to her wet, flushed cheek, her pussy grips. A next... level of tightness makes you yelp in surprise. Scorching, like the shape of her walls are imprinted onto the skin of your throbbing cock, you still manage to start the call. How will a silly-fucked Yeojin respond properly, though?

You stop your thrusting waiting with a smirk as the phone rings and a voice of a manager picks up on the other line.

"Hello, Yeojin-ssi? Why did you call me? Is everything okay?"

"I, ahh!"

You buckle your hips and legs, while simultaneously pressing her slender body onto your shaft. A few slow, hard pumps, and Yeojin squeals and moans into the phone. Put your ear next to the phone to hear what the confused and panicking manager is saying.

"Y-Yeojin, what is happening? Are you... h-hurt?"

"F-f-fuck! I need... I want... I cum!"

With perfect timing, you pull out of Yeojin's tight pussy grip, only the tip parting her folds. Immediately, she starts crying, wide open eyes full of fear of losing what she craves the most. Her attempts on getting your cock to penetrate her slit again are erratic yet futile. Easily you hold her back. She breaks completely:

"I don't want to be an idol! I only want my Master's cock! Please, fill this needy, useless hole and use it as your toy!"

"W-what a-are you s-saying?! Yeojin, are you having s-sex right now?"

You can hear the manager heavily sweating from the other side, and if he isn't hard already, the lewd sounds of Yeojin's wet core being fucked again should do the job. 

A piercing scream later, and both you and Yeojin finally cum. Yeojin’s tightness went above what you ever expected, and so your load is pumped fully into the velvet cavern. The manager on the other side has stopped talking, but he is definitely still listening. You whisper to Yeojin:

"Tell him Yeojin, tell him what you want and why. Tell him if he doesn't execute your wishes...you'll leak to the higher ups about this call and he'll be fired....tell him what you want my slutty slave."

"I am a bitch, a cockslut, my Master's toy. I only love his cock and want to serve him. B-but if you tell the boss... I'll make you lose your job. U-understood?"

Her intimidation attempt is laughable, but with the Manager groaning on the other side and saying 'Yes, of course!' It seems that Yeojin's career might not be over. Yet.

You take the phone and end the call. Seconds later, the manager tries to call back, but you just turn off the device and look down to Yeojin playing with her folds. She spreads them apart and watches the cum slowly run out of her. Amusement, covered as rage, makes you shove three fingers into the leaking snatch and push all the white goo back in.

"Never do that again, slave! Stand up, and keep it inside yourself!"

The small woman obliges with whimpers. She waddles on her sore legs, unable to stay upright properly. Your stern eyes roam her body and stare her down. Yeojin avoids them, looking down with a lowered head, as your vicious plan unfolds.

Gravity lets the cum fall out of her, no matter how tight she is and tries not to. Tiny globs of your stickiness run down her thighs and legs to stain the carpet. In horror, she looks up, tears at the corner of her adorable eyes.

"You failed. Turn around and bend over."

You slowly rub your cock on the rim of her pussy. 

"Master, please… I need your cock!" 

"No, you deserve nothing. You deserve no pleasure, because you're a useless slave. You can't even be my slave because you're still an idol, so what good are you to me?"

"Master, I'm not an idol anymore. And, although I need your cock, I only deserve—"

Yeojin raises her hand, and with an unexpected harshness, she slaps her cute, red butt to make the new coloring seem permanent. 

"—spanks. Spank me, until I can't sit, Master. I deserve this."

"You mean you want this. Maybe I just want to leave you like this, and lure all your friends here to see you in this position, craving for nothing but my cock."

Yeojin gasps. Yet again, you found a turn on for her. She is like an open book to you, never before has someone been this easy to look through. As your fingers fondle the soft, beaten skin of her bottom, you realize the vibrator is not inside her twitching puckered hole anymore. It must have fallen out at some point during the fucking.

"Pick up the vibrator," you command, pinching her thigh for emphasis, "and shove it up your whorish ass. Only wear your skirt and top, no underwear, no bra."

Your wish is her command and through her task, you see a diligent, delightful side of Yeojin. She is ready to do everything for her Master. Maybe it's only because she doesn't know what's next.

"You actually did that well, slave. Now, for your real task: go about your day."

From below, a confused look on her face. Roll your eyes in annoyance and fiercely bunch up her hair. You guide her to the door, open it and point out into the vacant hallway. Yeojin's breathing gets heavier. You feel it as you bend down to her and make her look at you. Pull her hair painfully, then spit into her face.

"Stupid bimbo! Go about your day as usual. Let my cum drip out of your cunt, bend over to show off, moan when you are randomly alone with someone. Give them hints about how you are a slut for me. And if someone notices and tries to confront you, masturbate in front of them with your vibrator. I'll always watch you. They don't get to fuck you. You are my toy after all.

But they should see what a big slut you are. Nothing but a lusty object."

A hand on her sweaty back shoves her out onto the hallway. She is not hidden by soundproof, closed doors anymore. A tiny movement and her skirt flies upwards, revealing bare cheeks and folds. 

Yeojin stumbles. After a couple of meters, she looks over her shoulder. She looks too afraid to plea and too ashamed to walk towards one of the doors where people do their jobs, stylists, producers, idols.

Your gaze is unimpressed. After the fuck session from before, a trembling Yeojin leaves you unfazed. With a cell phone pressed to the side of your head, you wait for the person you saved at ‘1’ to respond. 

The words you whisper into the speaker barely reach Yeojin.

"Haseul, tell the girl's to come to the long hallway behind the stage.

Your maknae has something to show you."

(A/N: I know this went wild and hard, but FUCK. Yeojin makes me feral!)

[goldenempyrean]

Fic idea - natasha always stifles because thats what she was conditioned to do in the red room. Wanda or R is always trying to get to her stop but maybe one day she gets sick and is too tired to stifle anymore. I love ur writing btw ❤️

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〚 Notes - I thought this req was really cute so hopefully you like this!! :D My reqs are still open too! 〛

〚 Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Nat's got some bad habits. You help her to break one. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 940 〛

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Natasha had some bad habits. Leaving her clothes on the floor, using up the last of your shampoo and biting her nails were just a few. The worst one in your mind however was when she stifled her sneezes. 

The first time Nat had sneezed, you almost completely missed it. The two of you were spooning in bed one lazy morning when she suddenly tensed up and her head bobbed forward a little. Daresay if you’d had been a little bit more sleep you would’ve missed the whole thing altogether. But when she repeated the action again only a minute later you couldn’t stop yourself from asking about it. 

“Natty?” 

“Hmm?” She responded groggily. 

“Are you okay?” You asked casually, slipping your hard round her waist and pressing your forehead into the back of her neck. 

She was still half-asleep herself and she yawned widely as she turned over to face you, “Yeah, I’m fine, why?” 

“Well, you just went like all tight?” You explained, what you had saw to the best of your abilities, looking curiously into those big emerald eyes of hers, “Y’know? When you bopped your head down?” 

“Sorry I was sneezing,” Natasha let out a sheepish laugh, “I do that sometimes, y’know being a human being and all.” 

You smiled at her response and snuggled closer to her, thinking it was just a harmless quirk. But as time went on, you noticed that she would always stifle her sneezes, even in public or around friends. It seemed like a small thing, but it bothered you for some reason. All that pressure couldn’t be good for her. But no matter how much you mentioned it to her, she couldn’t seem to break the habit. 

That was until she got sick. You had both been on a mission in a particularly cold and damp environment and despite your best efforts, Natasha had come down with a nasty cold. 

That evening, you were sitting on the couch together watching a movie when you heard a stifled sneeze from her. You turned to her with a worried look, "Natty, you should really let it out. It's not good for you to hold it in like that." 

Natasha looked up at you with tired eyes and shook her head, "I'm fine, it's just a habit and I wouldn’t want to be gross, I’m already a walking germ factory.” She said, motioning to herself with her hand. 

You couldn't help but feel frustrated at her response. "Natasha, you're sick. I wouldn’t care if even you accidently sneezed all over me, I just want you to take care of yourself." 

She sighed and looked away, "I'm sorry, I just don't like people seeing me vulnerable, I guess. Plus, I think I’m just used to be being in the background and not drawing attention to myself." 

You could understand that feeling, but you knew that she needed to take care of herself properly if she wanted to get better. You took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, "I know it's hard, but I'm here for you. You don't have to hide anything from me." 

It was later that night when your advice had seemingly broken through. You were knelt by the edge of the bath, carefully washing her hair as the redhead soaked herself in the warm, comforting water of the bath when she suddenly pulled away, turning her head away as she finally let out 3 unstifled sneezes. 

"H-hiisshhoo! Hh’iiishiew! Hh-Hh’iiishoo!” 

You smiled at her, proud of her for finally allowing herself to let go. "Bless you sweetie. See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" You said, kissing the top of her head. 

Natasha chuckled weakly, "No, I guess it wasn't." 

From then on, she didn't try to stifle her sneezes anymore. She would let them out without any hesitation, and you could tell it was a relief for her. It was a small victory, but it was a start towards breaking down the walls she had put up around herself. 

As Natasha's cold began to clear up, you noticed something else that was different about her. She seemed more open and vulnerable, willing to show you more of her true self. You didn't know if it was the sickness or if your talk had made a difference, but you were grateful nonetheless. 

You wrapped your arms around her as she sat on the edge of the bed, wiping the last of the cold sweat from her forehead. "You know, I kinda like seeing you vulnerable," you said, smiling down at her. 

Natasha smiled back, her eyes crinkling at the corners, "Yeah? Why's that?" 

"Because it means you trust me enough to let your guard down," you replied, leaning down to kiss her softly. 

Natasha leaned into the kiss, her hand coming up to cup your cheek, "I do trust you," she said softly. "More than anyone else." 

You pulled back to look at her, a warm feeling spreading in your chest. "I trust you too, Natty," you said, before leaning in to kiss her again. 

"Thank you," she said, giving you a grateful smile when you pulled back from her lips. 

"You don't have to thank me," you replied, "I'll always be here for you." 

Natasha leaned in and kissed you gently, "I know," she whispered, "And I'll always be grateful for that." 

And as for her bad habit of stifling her sneezes, well, that was a thing of the past. She had finally learned to let it all out, even if it meant being a little gross or vulnerable. And you loved her all the more for it. 

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𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

┊summary- oh no! they forgot about white day + the gifts they prepared for you :D

┊characters- Kaveh, Thoma, Kaeya x gn reader

┊a/n- part of white day event for @venexus HWJKWJ HOPE YOU LIKED IT

˚✧ The first thought 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇 had was "shit." The dramatic reaction this man had was honestly comedic, his hands immediately flew into his hair, gripping them so hard that he almost went bald, please help him, please spare some mercy

As a self proclaimed romantic person, he’s the type of friend you'd seek relationship advice from when encountering troubles....but when it comes to his own love life? Oh archons he's a lovesick wreck, heavy footsteps pacing front and back in his room at 12am while unconsciously biting his inner lips, praying to archons for a brilliant idea to pop up his bright mind

Well that obviously did not end up well, the renowned light of Kshahrewar somehow waddled his way to his lover’s embrace, shedding tears and his babbling sob stories about how busy he was to forget such an important day, all the while ugly crying plus sniffing snots, his tears leaving a wet stamp on your shirt. It's not like you'd mind though, you still love him after seeing his multiple sides, even the bad ones

As your gentle fingers combed through his tangled up hair, he reaches into his little pouch and fumble a bit before pulling out his sketchbook. Little do you know, that was his not-so secret book filled with detailed sketches and doodles of you. "I'm not sure if you'll like this but happy white day my sunshine"

˚✧ Despite 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀’s cool and collected demanour, he was actually trying his best to conceal his nervousness, the beads of sweat tricking down his forehead along with the slight shake of his volume when he speaks, he could only hope that you wouldn’t notice

Even after years of knowing each other and working side by side as colleagues, he still couldn’t grasp the art of remaining calm around his little crush, at least now he has a mutual understanding with Timaeus about how he feels around Ying’er, the thought sends him to ease knowing that he isn’t the only one

You on the other hand was very much the same, watching kaeya try his best to start a conversation all the while dropping a few jokes here and there, the laughs he pulled out of you sounded angelic. You didn't even notice when he placed his hand on top on yours. One glass followed by another, the both of you guys ended walking home light headed, it was mostly your blue haired companion though

What a lightweight for such a heavy guy like him, holding his right hand while supporting his body with your other arm, you somehow carried him all the way back to his house. "Wait.. I h-have something for you" he strayed away from your grasp, fumbling his pocket pulling out a shiny object. He made his way behind you and clasped on a silver necklace with an expensive looking gem in the middle, "For you my dear" turning around, you pulled him into a passionate kiss

˚✧ Poor 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀 was panicking right before your doorstep, he feels as if he was a teenager again, fetching his partner right before prom. The bouquet of fresh flowers in his hands felt heavy with each step he took, finally gaining courage to finally knock on your door

It feels as if you were blinded by his close eyed smile as soon as you opened your front door, "U-uhm these are for you.." handing the flowers to you as he shyly looks to the side, thanking him you leaned forward to give him a sweet old kiss on the cheek, earning a blush along with an awkward chuckle. "Are you ready love?" he held out his hand waiting for yours to entangle

The day was spent by each others side, hand in hand wandering around Inazuma City, hopping from stalls to stalls, even stopping by the teahouse to say hi to Taroumaru, laughing when he responds to your questions and affectionate head pats with a cute woof. Both of you settled down for some tea before he accompanied you back home

"Today was fun, thank you Thoma" wrapping your arms around his neck as he holds you close, the hug lasted a bit longer than it should but neither of you wanted to pull away. That day left both of you a warm fuzzy feeling in your chests, most importantly a sweet memory you both shared

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

double dare, m | ksj, knj

pairing(s): seokjin x reader x namjoon — also yoongi x reader, implied ot7 x reader

summary: Kim Seokjin calls to issue a challenge. A (double) dare, if you will. He says you can't take two dicks at once. Kim Namjoon, his roommate, argues that you can. Well, you never back down from a dare, especially when it involves Seokjin and Namjoon.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, low-key horny crack + chaotic energy; smut (fem reader, doggy, threesome, slight D/s dynamics, mild restraint, nipple play, finger sucking, fingering, double penetration); non-idol!AU - ot7 x sex friend!reader, focusing on Seokjin and Namjoon in this one :D (cough with some Yoongi)

'journey (to the dick)' au aka you as the main character in harem hentai and BTS is your (horny af) harem

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“Yah!”

Smack!

“What? Ah, f-fuck!”

“I need you to get over here. There is a particular matter that needs to be discussed,” came the very serious, no-nonsense tone from your phone, speaking rather sternly for someone who called you three times in a row and forced you to answer in the middle of your, ahem, dick appointment.

You were holding the phone in one hand and your other was on the bed, fingers clutching the sheets, jerked forward periodically with firm, hard thrusts.

Someone was shouting behind the one on the phone.

“I told hyung that you could take dick in both holes and he doesn’t believe me!”

You immediately recognized that deep, sultry voice in the background. Still, you needed to address the accusation first.

“Kim Seokjin,” you panted. “What the fuck?”

You could hear his exaggerated eye roll. Well, you couldn’t, but you could, you know?

“Namjoon thinks you can take dick in the pussy and the ass at the same time,” Seokjin spat as if that was utter bullshit. “And that’s just not possible.”

Smack! “Why–” Smack! “Would–” Smack! “You–” Smack! “Think–” Smack! “I couldn’t – mmm, fuck, yes right theeere, fuck, so deep and so hard, ugh, you’re so good…”

Seokjin continued like you weren’t in the middle of getting fucked right that very second.

“Because, okay, you could take some small dick, sure, but us? Us? Come on, you totally couldn’t.”

“That was absolutely absurd of you to say so, Kim Seokjin,” you snapped, your words curling into a lustful moan as a firm hand pushed the small of your back down, forcing you to your elbow, leisurely spanking your ass hard with his open palm, keeping you on the edge, so close to hitting your peak but not quite there, thrusting steady but rough.

The headboard was hammering the wall at the same deliberate pace.

The neighbor who lived on the other side of the wall was cursing again.

“Are you both going to be home?” you gasped out, all of your muscles tensing. Almost…

Seokjin snorted. “Pfft, obviously, we are human beings who sleep, you know–”

“We’ll see about that.”

You hung up on him.

“I gotta go.”

Surprisingly, the deep, husky voice behind you actually responded.

“After this one.”

“You asshole, you are holding out – a-ah, wait, oooooooh, fuck!”

-

"I took a shower, Yoongi helped me clean all my bits, I dried my hair, went back home to put on a fresh dress and you're fucking ASLEEP, KIM SEOKJIN, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

“Zzzzzzz – guh!”

Total chaos as you threw yourself onto Kim Seokjin’s lap, disturbing the perfect image of self-proclaimed Worldwide Handsome laying on the couch covered with a fluffy white blanket and squishy alpaca plush with a red neck scarf tucked in his inner arm, grabbing said plush and smacking him with it repeatedly as Seokjin lost his shit, flailing about and throwing his arms over his head, wailing at you to stop. His roommate, Kim Namjoon, was unabashedly cackling like a lunatic behind you.

“CEASE AND DESIST!”

“You–” FWOOP! “Bossy–” FLOOP! “Pillow–” BOOP! “Princess!”

“Namjoon, h-help!”

“Hell no,” Namjoon snorted in laughter. “I’m having a great time watching.”

“Yah!”

“First you doubt me, then you fall asleep on me, what’s next, you–”

Seokjin grabbed both your wrists, thinking he had won, already cheering for himself, only for you to plant your tits right onto his handsome face, his nose jammed right into your cleavage because of the sweetheart neckline of your red lace dress, hot breath warming your chest, brown eyes wide, grip on your wrists lessening in his shock. You yanked your hands out and clutched his head, sinking your fingers into his black hair, violently muffling his half-squeal, half-moan with your breasts, blaringly obvious that you weren’t wearing a bra because your prominent nipples were already hard and creating stiff peaks under the fabric, poking him incessantly in the cheeks.

You gasped as another pair of strong hands grabbed your forearms and made you release Seokjin’s head, forcing them up and your back to arch. A deep voice dipped down to caress your ear, not paying attention to Seokjin who did not detach himself from your tits.

He was making the most of it while you were distracted.

“Woah there, what do you think you’re doing?” Namjoon drawled, grip tightening, bending your arms back, elbows up, pressing your wrists to your upper back. “That’s not a punishment.”

You tried to breathe but Namjoon’s heavenly deep voice was taking your breath away.

“You know what punishments are.”

He pressed your head back, leaving your arms the way they were, and Namjoon’s sultry eyes appeared, half-lidded brown orbs completely visible because he had cut his hair very short now, dark gray-brown and spiked up, cocking an eyebrow at you. You whimpered at his gaze, suddenly feeling hotness on the curve of your breast, lips pressed to one of your nipples, and then wetness closing in, sucking you through lace and satin, the short flared skirt rising because of your spread thighs, but there was too much fabric between you and Seokjin’s hardness, the blanket and pajama pants and boxer briefs, so frustrating, about to lower your head to rectify that, but Namjoon’s palm pressed into your chin, fingers closing in around your cheeks, immobile.

“Where do you think you’re looking?”

Every time Namjoon smirked, one of his dimples peeked out at you. Ugh, so sexy.

“I… I’m s-supposed to be punishing Seokjinnie…” you gasped out, feeling said man’s teeth nicking at your nipple through your dress, his large hands closing in on your waist, pulling you closer, causing you to bend back more, unable to escape Namjoon’s grip and gaze.

Namjoon tilted his head, amused. “Yeah? Were you so, so mad that hyung wasn’t awake so you could show off how well you can take it in both holes?”

You didn’t want to whine and be pathetic, but Seokjin’s mouth and hands were all over your breasts and waist, pinching you through your clothes and sucking on the hard nubs, rushes of pleasure clouding your head and making you forget your defiance, remembering all the things Namjoon liked, like when you were so drunk on sex that you just gave into him, now whimpering and opening your mouth, your tongue sliding out, feeling him shift his palm, Namjoon’s finger leisurely tracing your lips. Your tongue followed, licking the pads of his fingers, rolling your body into Seokjin’s mouth, wanting to grab his shoulders but not letting yourself do so because Namjoon hadn’t allowed you to do so yet.

He liked you bad, but he also liked you obedient.

“W… Want it…”

You felt Namjoon’s other hand tangle in your hair, fingers molding to your scalp, sliding two of his long fingers into your mouth and making you suck on them, your eyelids fluttering as he fucked your mouth with his fingers, rubbing your tongue, pushing your arms down, your name growled by that deep, deep voice.

“Look at me.”

You fixated your eyes on Namjoon’s stern expression, shuddering as you felt Seokjin push the sleeves of your dress down, scooping out your breasts, moaning as his lips touched your skin, hot tongue teasing your hard nipples and you couldn’t tell him to do more or less, trapped by Namjoon’s fingers in your mouth and his hand in your hair, tugging at it lightly so you sucked his fingers like a cock, vision hazing out at the helplessness of it all.

Voluntary helplessness, to be clear.

“You want it? You had Yoongi-hyung fucking you earlier and now you want more? So dirty and so insatiable,” Namjoon taunted, not meaning it of course, because how could he mean it when he too wanted it all, knew you were insatiable and loved it as much as the rest of them, addicted to the feeling you gave him, pushing your head down, fingers still in your mouth. Seokjin raised his head, black hair, large brown eyes, pink lips lush and full and gorgeous, meeting the image of fingers sliding in and out of your glossy lips, your eyes glassy and reflected in his.

Namjoon pushed his fingers apart, opening your mouth.

Your tongue lolled out, swiping around his knuckle, staring into Seokjin’s eyes.

“F… Fuck…”

The oldest was dirty-minded but resistant in showing it, clenching his jaw, weakening as your fingers danced up his arms and you moaned his name messily between Namjoon’s long wet digits, tits pushed up by the neckline of your dress straining under them, knowing your sensuality was irresistible and infectious, placing your hands on his broad shoulders, pulling him closer.

“I still… don’t think you can take us both at once…” he breathed, staring into your eyes.

You smirked, Namjoon’s fingers sliding out, saliva smearing onto your chin, the taste of his skin on your tongue.

“Only one way to find out.”

And you leaned in and kissed those perfect lips, soft and passionate kiss, wrapping your arms around him, fingers splaying over his back and in his hair, his name trapped in the kiss, sudden hardness pressing to your back, breaking the first kiss and turning your head to be trapped in another, full lips commanding the lip-lock, two different hands on your breasts, Seokjin and Namjoon toying with them, the rush of pleasure only just beginning.

-

“Whose face am I looking at?”

“Obviously mine,” Seokjin scoffed. “Do you even have to ask?”

You gasped. “But Namjoon is so handsome.”

Seokjin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but you want him to make you look at him, so that completely defeats the purpose of being forced when the default is you facing him.”

“Also, hyung thinks he’s the most handsome,” Namjoon chuckled, tugging your dress off, kisses across your chest as it left your body, hands travelling to push your panties down.

“No,” Seokjin choked, affronted as you moaned and gripped Namjoon’s shoulders, enjoying his powerful grip. “I am not that self-centered. I just happen to like how I look very much. Namjoon is very handsome, capable, and intelligent.”

“Thanks, hyung.”

Namjoon shoved a finger inside your wetness, making you stumble into the sofa, raising your leg to place it against Seokjin’s naked thigh, almost falling if it wasn’t for your ass being suddenly grabbed by Seokjin’s firm hands.

“You are still clumsy, Namjoon,” Seokjin sighed, lowering you slightly to look over your shoulder.

You reached back and held onto the sofa, Namjoon’s mouth on your nipple and his finger in your soaked pussy, thrusting deeply to match his swiping tongue, maddeningly slow but rough, so dangerous, losing your mind at the leisurely pace, trying to buck your hips to get more but Seokjin’s hands were preventing you.

You heard the oldest huff and make a disapproving tongue click.

“Not like that. She likes it faster than that.”

Namjoon knew that. Obviously.

Your eyes widened.

He smirked around your nipple as one of Seokjin’s hands left your ass.

“Seok– oh, fuuuck!”

You gasped as you felt another finger enter your dripping pussy, another finger of a different hand, stretching your walls and a different pace, faster, your eyes rolling back, head hitting Seokjin’s shoulder, but either he didn’t notice or didn’t care, your moans in his ear, Namjoon matching the rhythm, oh, shit, they were fingering you together, Seokjin from between your legs from behind and Namjoon from the front, the backs of their hands slick with your juices, Seokjin’s other hand still squeezing one ass cheek and Namjoon’s other hand on your waist, his mouth on your breasts.

“Come on, I know you’re close,” Seokjin muttered, exhaling hard. “I can feel your pussy sucking me in, asking for dick already.”

He was not normally one for dirty talk, but sometimes Seokjin let himself got lost in the lust, lost in the moment of your throbbing walls and shaking body, moans of their names tumbling from your lips, filling up their living room with obscenity and depravity, thrusting in unison, loud and wet and heavy breathing blending with your sound, pushed to the edge, thighs tensing, electricity flashing throughout your nerves.

“Namjoon, Seokjin, fuck!”

Wet squelch, sweet gush of your juices soaking their hands, your eyes rolling back, yelping as Namjoon’s hand retreated and Seokjin stuffed another finger in you. You didn’t need to say it, one glance at Namjoon and he could see it, harder, hyung, she can take it, gasping as Seokjin obeyed and Namjoon's wet fingers pressed onto your throbbing clit, wild howl at the contact, sparks of sensitivity because it was right after your orgasm, heat at your neck from Seokjin’s cheeks, his teeth finding your shoulder, biting it, maybe from his realization of how crazy this moment was or in the heated moment of wanting to feed you even more pleasure, but the sharp unexpected pain only hiked your moans, Namjoon rubbing your clit as Seokjin shoved his fingers into you hard and fast, the angle a little awkward but there was so much going on that it didn’t matter, already there once again, obsessed with the overabundance of ecstasy, I’m cumming, fuck, Namjoon, Seokjin, a-ah, clit engorged and pulsing strongly to Namjoon’s punishing touch, words jumbled and woven with breathless cries, orgasm crashing down and soaking Seokjin’s hand once more, thick and sweet and honey-like, viscous juices clinging to your inner thighs, painted with your high.

Namjoon leaned in, silencing your shuddering gasps with his mouth, deep kisses and swirling tongue dazing you, aftershocks flinching through your torso as he pressed his fingertips to your jerking core, lowering you from the crashing waves, whispering darkly against your lips.

“We haven’t even started.”

Releasing you, and you were already turning around, meeting Seokjin’s gaze and his panting smile, kissing it, sighing contentedly in his touch, just something about those lips and his large frame surrounding you, something about the way he shivered when you sucked his breath away and drank it, almost innocent, but not that innocent, because the second your wandering hand found the condom on the sofa and pressed it into his palm, his lips curved into a teasing grin, nipping at yours.

“Already?” he teased.

You reached between you and him, fingers ghosting his length, smirking at Seokjin’s gasp, gazing at him under your lashes.

“You get hard from kisses, Seokjinnie.”

“I – gah, d-don’t…”

But he didn’t mean it, of course not, because he was humping your hand that was closing around his hot, hardening cock, stroking him slowly from base to tip, spreading the pre-cum over the sensitive head, his jaw clenching at the feeling, desire and need clouding his eyes, pupils blown-out, ripping open the foil packet, heavier exhales, staring into your eyes.

“You want to look at me that bad, huh?” he breathed against your lips, fishing for it.

You gave it to him, exactly what he wanted.

“Mhm, Seokjin, I want to look at your handsome, perfect face while you fuck my pussy and Namjoon fucks my ass.”

He sucked in a breath, caught in his throat.

“You’re crazy, but so, so hot.”

Eh, you’ll take it.

You moved your hand and he rolled the condom down, yelping as you captured his lips again, addicted to his kiss and his soft cries, his hand and your hand guiding his stiff cock to your quivering pussy, already saturated with slickness, spread knees and lowering body, sinking down onto him, moaning into his mouth and he moaned into your throat, suffocating each other with your noises, rolling your hips and breaking the kiss, both of your faces pointed to heaven with the true heaven between your connected hips, pleasure at being filled and doing the filling, his hands on your ass to push you down.

“Hyung, spread her ass,” Namjoon ordered behind you.

You pitched forward slightly, wrapping your arms around Seokjin’s shoulders, gasping as you felt him tug outwards, sinking his fingers into your softness, your lips pressed to his cheek, his sweet voice murmuring your name, filling you with warmth despite being exposed so vulnerably.

You inhaled deeply, breathing in Seokjin’s clean scent.

Then you flexed your asshole, tightening and relaxing the ring of muscle.

“Fuck, that’s so sexy.”

You gazed at him in your periphery, eyes widening as you realized Namjoon too was naked now, muscular body towering behind you, flicking open a bottle of lube and spreading it over his fingers, rubbing them together as they became shiny and slippery, catching your interested expression.

He smirked, dimple on display. “Ready?”

“I’ve been ready since I walked in the door, Namjoon,” you smirked back, enamored with his seductive dark brown eyes.

He chuckled.

“Nah, you were ready the second Seokjin challenged you and said you couldn’t do it.”

Oops, he got ya.

You gasped hotly, feeling his fingers press up against your tight hole, tracing circles and teasing you, pushing into your ass in the opposing rhythm of Seokjin’s rocking hips, your hold on Seokjin’s shoulders tightening, hearing him gasp with you, watching two Namjoon’s fingers dip in and snake into the tightness, both of them inhaling sharply at the sound, wet squelch and your wanton cry, your hips rocking into it, pleasure shimmering all over.

“T-That’s still not a dick,” Seokjin managed to get out, still stubborn but mixed with awe regardless.

“Gotta stretch her out,” Namjoon chuckled. “Don’t wanna hurt our good girl, right?”

Well, if you weren’t in euphoria before, you definitely were there now.

“N… Namjoon-ah…”

“Shh, I got you, just enjoy.”

You arched your back a little more, Seokjin sliding down to accommodate, slowly thrusting and gasping at the sensation, turning to him and intense kisses, needing to occupy your mouth, fullness in your ass and your pussy, whimpering as your felt Namjoon’s fingers flex, nudging your muscles to relax, core throbbing, clenching around Seokjin’s stiff length instead, so good, oh, yes, it was so good, his kisses and slapping your hips down, wanting more, already chasing more, intoxicated by the feeling of both your holes being filled.

You heard the bottle of lube fall to the floor and the slick sound of hand on hardness.

Shivers up and down your spine.

“Say it.”

You broke Seokjin’s kiss, gasping.

“Tell us that you want it,” Namjoon growled.

Drunk on the idea, commanded by lust.

“P-Please, Namjoon…” you breathed, eyes hazy and half-lidded, staring at Seokjin. “Want you to fuck my ass as Seokjin fucks my pussy. Want you two to ruin me.”

The brown eyes beneath you widened, mouthing, you’re crazy.

You grinned, Namjoon’s fingers buried in your ass.

“Told you, hyung.”

His fingers pulled out, pushing the small of your back down with his palm. One a second to mourn the loss and then your eyes widened, the thick head of Namjoon’s cock pressed against your ass.

Wait, maybe you should have asked if Namjoon could be in your puss–

Too late.

“Oh, f-fuck!”

You clutched Seokjin’s shoulders, digging your nails into him as slowly, carefully, Namjoon’s girth entered your tight, tight hole, still tight even through he worked you up and stretched you out, the lube helping him slip inside, your mind going blank, realizing that maybe you went over your head a little, but too far to turn back and, to be honest, you didn’t want to turn back, the fullness already too good to regret it, gasping as Namjoon gripped your hips, holding you completely still as he bottomed out, hot breath on your shoulder blades.

Well.

Your mind wasn’t so blank that you forgot to speak.

“Still…” you panted, slowly grinning at Seokjin’s shocked and stunned face, his jaw dropped as he felt and witnessed it. “Think it’s impossible for me to take dick in both holes?”

“Y-Y-You…” he sputtered, choking a little as Namjoon began to move, his scrambled words mixing with your lustful moans. “Are absurd.”

It was almost too much, but Namjoon did not let you command the pace, instead firmly keeping you in one spot as he nudged Seokjin to move, guiding you both expertly, groaning when you pulsated around the two dicks, able to feel the reverberations from the closeness, body to body to body, trembling from the overwhelming sensation, Seokjin thrusting up from below, his handsome face tense, panting with effort.

“Oh, fuck… it’s so tight… fuck, I can feel it, I can feel his dick fucking your ass, that’s so weird…”

You weren’t quite sure what he expected to feel. What did Seokjin originally think he was getting into when he called you? He was the one who had been touting their superior size! What did he think it would feel like–?!

“A-Ah, y-yes, there, like that, oh f-fuck, like thaaaaaaat…”

You forgot about questioning Seokjin’s brain, refocusing on the feeling of the consistent thrusting and depth of the two cocks, an almost melodic rhythm and substantial fullness. There was a sweet spot, right, oh, there, Namjoon’s hand flat against your back, his deep grunts of effort paired with each smack of hips to ass and Seokjin’s crotch to yours.

Oh, huh, were those loud, pitched moans resonating off the apartment walls you? But the ecstasy too high, too real, too good, so good that you seemed to forget that it was already very late at night.

Surely their neighbors would complain – was that part of your brand now? oops – but it seemed that neither Seokjin or Namjoon noticed or cared, pants and moans and groans and chasing carnal pleasure, irrational, wild, heads thrown back, lashes fluttering and lost in bliss, stuffing your tight, wet heat from both holes, kissing Seokjin sloppily before turning your head to make out with Namjoon, his teeth trapping your tongue and sucking on it, gargled moan and shaking body at the mercy of his iron grip, snapping back to Seokjin’s pillowy lips, juxtaposition of hard and soft, crashing pleasure and coiled constriction, letting go, orgasm overtaking you in shudders, not realizing you had been so close, their names falling from your throat between fucked-out, loud, blissful cries.

“Seokjin… Namjoon…”

Couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but peak in that gratifying elation, shivers up and down your spine, the lower half of your body throbbing and trembling, chin lowering only to witness Seokjin shutting his eyes and clenching his jaw, groaning out your name as he shot into the condom, jerking cock twitching inside you, vibrating front to back, no, that was Namjoon’s low hiss of your name, his fingernails digging in your hips he shot into your ass, your eyes snapping open, thick spurts of his orgasm so strong that you could feel his cock twitching deep inside, your pulse roaring in your ears, chest heaving, struggling for breath.

Feeling far too proud that they both came with you.

Namjoon’s sweaty chest hit your back, sandwiching you between that big body and Seokjin’s broad shoulders. Seokjin looked to be two seconds away from passing out from the ecstasy of orgasm.

Nice.

“Don’t… question me… again,” you snickered, panting heavily.

Seokjin mumbled and shrugged, incoherent.

“I think he’s saying you could do this, but not the reverse of him in the ass and me in the pussy,” Namjoon clarified, kissing your shoulders with an amused chuckle.

“What?!” you roared.

“That’s n-not…!”

Welp.

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“We still have unfinished business.”

“Yoongi, I just got DP’ed last night. Have mercy.”

“Mmm.”

Kisses on your neck, lowering the strap of your bra, wrapping his arms around you, purring your name.

“I guess you can buy me dinner and we can watch a movie instead.”

“I have to buy?!”

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[xgryffinwhore]

september nights

request:  i was wondering if you could write another soft bill smut? i don’t really have a specific plot in mind, we’re just really lacking content on tumblr rn :( in some really precarious place where they don’t want to get caught

warnings: soft smut, like i mean very soft.

word count: 2118

before your lips met bill denbrough’s, love was always, to say the least, a conundrum. lets be real for second, boys wasted your time, and you let them. only the cute ones of course. you are a hopeless romantic, drunk off of molly ringwald and john travolta films. you wanted any relationship you had to be just like the movies.

through your heart breaks, your best friends stood by you, your losers. eddie, richie, bev, stan, ben, and bill. for each tear you shed a punch was thrown to the man who caused it, they were protective over you. bill the most though, he always got so defensive when you were in the mix. all throughout middle & high school, bill has had to deal with every guy who even dares to think about breaking your heart.

“its not fair bill” you wailed into your pillow. he stroked your back and hushed you, his eyes welling with tears. “im never fucking good enough for any guy and its so fucking sad!” your complaints being cut off mid sentence by a choked out cry. “y-y/n. all of y-your boyfriend are i-idiots. anyone w-who would d-d-do this to you isnt w-worth your t-time. anyone w-would be the luckiest in the w-world to have y-you in their life” you picked your head up and looked at him with swollen lips and blood shot eyes “there no one out there for me bill, no one.” 

he bit his lip, fighting back any tears dripping from his eyes “they j-just dont see how p-pretty you are. how g-gentle and caring and s-s-sweet, and h-how your face c-can light up any room. theyre f-fucking idiots, and you d-deserve m-more.” you clearly thought he was being nice, because you could take a MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAMN hint, so you replied “i wish there was someone out there like you, for me, that thinks of me the way you do.” 

he furrowed his brows, tossing his head back and running his fingers furiously through his hair. “d-dammit y/n!” he cursed “cant you s-see what ive b-been trying to say? w-w-what ive been t-trying to say f-for the last f-five years!?!” your expression was bewildered, your brain was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what he meant. his frustration got the best of him, he got up and stormed out the door,  feeling embarrassed and stupid for trying to make you understand how he felt.

he was half way out your front door, fuming for his keys lodged deep into his front pocket; when suddenly:

“bill!”

his head turned at the call of his name, “y-y/n please i d-”

smack.

your lips locked with his, he rain pouring heavily outside. bills lips stilled at the contact, but this lasted briefly, he deepened this kiss by pulling you in to his abdomen by your mid back. your bunched the front of his base ball t shirt with your fists, and he did the same but with your hair.

the rest is basically history.

now six months later, and you couldnt have been happier. bill knew how to treat you, nights out twice a week (you always wanted to pay but bill insisted,) holding your hand to and from classes, he let you borrow have his varsity baseball jacket, which smelt just like him and was a little too big for you. 

when he would drop you off and your classes, he would always grab your hand and transfer a tiny piece of paper into your palm. when you got into class to unfold it, it was always a cute little message about his love for you. 

bill had it bad for you, everyone knew that, and you loved every minute of it. he met every and any standard you had, and exceeded your expectations. 

it was september, still warm enough in derry to wear shorts, so you and your friends thought of a last hurrah for the ending of the summery weather.

“camp out, its nearly perfect” Richie exclaimed. eddie rolled his eyes “like youve ever been near anything perfect toizer, do you even know what perfect means?” richie shoved eddie “yeah eddie i actually have. have you seen amanda’s tits?”

 you tuned out richie and eddies bickering as you’re boyfriend cleared his throat. “you g-gonna go?” he said into your ear, “only if you promise to wear bug spray bill, you know how bad-” he cut you off with a kiss, his mouth forming a small smile at how cute you were. “get a room, honestly” stan poked, pda wasn’t his favorite... “at least i h-have something to k-kiss aye s-stannie”

you arrived at the edge of the forest, parking your car at the last parking ish space. you walked toward the sounds of ben and richie fighting, and came to see that richie really went all out. three tents, sticks for a fire, and more snacks than anyone needed. 

you all spent the remanence of the daylight dancing in the light sky, sharing stories, and eating waaaay too many chips. it was dark now, you all huddled in a circle near the fire; making small talk and trying not to admit you were all very tired.

“ok folks, im off to bed” richie yawned “me stan eddie n’ mike will take the green tent, bev and ben in the red.” richie paused and smirked over at you and bill, you were tangled in his limbs, golfed in his navy blue pull over. “and uh- heh- billy boy and y/n in the yellow tent eh?” you could practically feel bills eye roll, god richie was so immature.

“w-we dont have to s-sleep in the s-s-same tent, i c-can ask ben if he’d s-switch” you look up at bill and reassure him “bill no- its not a big deal, right?” he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses the side of your temple “c-course not.”

you both went into the tent, bill began to unroll the blankets you both had packed tightly into your bags. You both set up your makeshift bed, bill leaned against a pile of pillows while you hugged his side, your face buried in his neck. his smell was absolutely intoxicating; his skin had remanence of his milk and honey body wash, but it was slightly overpowered by wintergreen, clove, and his bourbon cologne. 

you were like this for around an hour, the orange crank-powered lantern being the only source of light. you switch positions though, you now laid your head on his lap, reading a magazine you stole from the hair salon. he watched your eyes scan every letter, when you read something funny you’d huff to yourself, and when something was intresting you stuck your tongue out from between your teeth. he adored you.

“d-dont stay up t-too late” he stroked your hair off your shoulder “we have t-to have you w-well r-r-rested.” you sat up from beside him, as he adjusted the pillows and took off his pull over, then his pants. he got under the covers and waited for you.

“nice donut boxers” you laughed. “s-shut up” he blushed and regreted not changing them when he had the chance. you turned around took off your shirt, you were shy about how you looked, but it was just bill. it was just bill. you heard his breath hitch, his eagerness radiating off his body onto yours. the air became tense as you unzipped your pants and threw them to the corner. you turned around, bills pupils growing until you were completely facing him.

“yeah i know. mine are boring” you laugh nervously, brushing your hair behind your ear and getting under the covers next to him. he didnt respond, he couldnt take his eyes off of you.you began to sit up again “i can go put back on-” “n-no!” he interrupts, his blush taking up his entire face.

“i j-j-just cant b-believe i g-get to see something s-so special” he gulped “s-so b-b-b-beautiful.”

you grabbed him by his shoulders and kissed him, hard. youve been with boys before, i mean youve dated plenty of people. but no one ever called your body special. hot, yeah. nice, yeah. beautiful, sure. but no one ever thought that it was special. 

bill was a kind boy, the most you two have ever done is get each other off with your hands, always clothed. bill never asked to see more, he felt lucky enough just to make you feel good, and that was enough for him. so when you felt the heat of his hands hovering over your body but not touching it, you new you’d have to call the shots tonight.

“bill,” you laid down “just touch me everywhere, please.” he crawled in between your legs, kneeling so that he could lean over your face “m-my pleasure.”

he traced your collar, leaving small, delicate, kisses to make up for what his fingers left behind as they trailed. he kissed the valley between your breasts, licking slow striped down your skin. he picked up your upper back a little and cocked his head to the side, you nodded and he unclipped your bra. he sat their with his mouth open, taking in the view. you blushed and muttered “hey, keep that mouth to good use.” he dipped down and sucked on your nipples, his mouth felt so good against your skin grazed with goosebumps. he was gingerly with his tongue, it was sexy, it was romantic. he kissed down your stomach, his fingers sweeping down your sides. you could see his member pressing against his boxers, the pressure made him wince every once in a while. his fingers met your panties and he hooked them. again, he looked up for permission, you nodded once again. 

he brought your underwear down your legs and off, looking back to see what he had relieved. he licked his lips, getting ready to please you more than he already did. but you felt bad, bill always gave gave and gave. “its ok, im ready right now.” bill looked up at you in shock, he wasnt expecting you’d want to go all the way. “y/n, y-youre sure?” you lean up and kiss his lips, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip “please.”

he pulled down his boxers eagerly, his member sprung out to hit his stomach. he lined up with you, checking once more that it was ok. then he pushed in, bottoming out. he felt bigger than you thought, of course he was well endowed, but he filled you up so well. you mewled, the pain and pleasure making a delicious feeling that made your toes curl.

he waited, but began slowly moving after a bit. he grunted, feeling you wrapped around him was something he’d never be able to get out of his head he thought to himself. he grunted “f-fuck this feels g-good’ he grunted, his breath becoming heavy and full of lust. with every stroke, you felt yourself get more and more lost in the bliss he made you feel. “youre making me feel so good  bill” you moan, the sound of his name coming out of your mouth driving him absolutely crazy. he speeds up, loving the view of your face contorting in pleasure and your body moving with his. 

he couldnt help but feel admiration to you, your hair formed a halo around your head, and the sweat that coated your skin made you glisten in the orange light. “im t-the luckiest in the world” he husks, holding your cheek. 

you felt the knot in your core coming undone, “bill im close” you strain, trying not to be too loud so you dont wake your friends. he moved your leg up to his shoulder, hitting you from a different, deeper angle. his fingers went to your clit, making you bite your had to stop you from screaming. “you l-look so p-pretty y/n, t-taking me s-so well. making y-you feel so good.” “so good bill” you repeat, drunken off his cock and fingers. 

without warning, you came came, your legs spazzing as you moaned “fuck bill” he followed, his hips stuttering, as he cried out into your shoulder. he pulled out and laid next to you, both of you breathing heavily and coming off your highs. 

“y/n” he looked at you “t-that was really j-just wow- thank y-you.” you kissed him, chaste and sweet “that was great yeah?” “it w-was perfect babe. t-thank you f-for t-that. i love you y-y/n.”

“i love you too bill.”

he sat up, his fingers dancing on your inner thigh.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“c-can we p-please do t-that again?”

[pa1nkill3r]

It’s My Party [F.W]

[Pairing:] Fred Weasley x GN!Non Gryffindor!Reader, (slight) Fred Weasley x Angelina Johnson

[Summary:] Y/H has won the 1993 interhouse quidditch cup as Y/N, the house’s keeper, gleefully shoved it in their boyfriend, Fred Weasley’s face. Prideful as ever, Fred decided that he can’t be the only sore loser between the two of them.

[Warnings:] angst, Fred being immature, off canon, mentions of smut, not a happy ending, swearing, (please lmk if there’s more :)

[Word Count:] ≈1.4k

[Song:] It’s My Party- by Lesley Gore

[A/N:] please no Angelina slander. Y/H = your house. The first fic I will be posting will be ANGST?? idk what to think about this tbh but i just really want to post a fic out of the many in my drafts so let’s hope this goes alright :D

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Gryffindor’s are chivalrous. Evident in the way Fred Weasley has mastered the art of seduction as he made gallant efforts of persuading the inhospitable Y/N to be his. 

Gryffindor’s are courageous, as he and his brother gave their all into their final game that would lead Gryffindor to victory. Hitting bludger after bludger and making sure they do not give Alicia Spinnet another nose bleed. 

And Gryffindor’s are determined, so much so as their loss has made them into sore, sore losers. 

The Gryffindor’s are pissed and Oliver Wood took to punching the soil. Harry Potter let go of his firebolt and covered his face in frustration. Angelina Johnson took the same approach, aggressively wiping sweat off her face and crouching down to her knees. Not a single damn in the world if her trousers get grubby. Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell held onto their broomsticks as they placed their foreheads on its end, frustrated tears trickling down their faces. 

The sound of wood plopped down onto the dirt as Fred and George Weasley threw their beater's bats and clean sweeps aside. A deathly look splattered across their once haughty exterior.

All of their vigorous training, late nights and early mornings, all of their valiant efforts, all for nothing. They have lost.

What’s worse was that the opposing team was dripping with ecstasy rather than tears or whatever’s on Johnson’s slacks. 3 houses were beaming, but not for the house of red and gold like they wanted. 

It pained Fred that they lost. It hurt him to feel angry and resentful of the prideful smile that graced Y/N’s beautiful lips. Those sweet sweet lips he kissed once, twice, a hundred times now looked so pungent. The fact that the smile he's looking at was full of mock instead of sincerity for his loss made every drop of his blood boil.

Y/N's eyebrows raised once they saw their lover, giving him a cheerful smile and a shoulder shrug. Their hand gripped onto their broom as the other held their soaking leather helmet. They shook their head in celebration, droplets of sweat shooting from the ends of their hair.

They truly looked beautiful, especially with the warm rays of sunlight gracing their skin and robes; Fred was breathless. His heart was thumping so hard from rage as his breathing was suppressed.

He didn't think losing to his partner's house ESPECIALLY if his partner is part of the competition would affect him so negatively, but it did. He wanted to feel happy for them. Genuinely happy for them. But he couldn't, or at least at that moment.

And before he knew it, Y/N was being dragged away by their teammates, whilst roars of celebration followed suit. He wouldn't have a chance to be with them alone now, and probably for the better.

The tension in the Gryffindor common room could be cut smoothly with a butter knife or Colin Creevey's safety scissors. The silence was uncomfortable and Fred's lips were all pouty, leg bouncing up and down, and arms wrapped around his torso.

His mind was clouded with rage as well as a longing to see them, to enrage them like what they did to him, he wanted them to feel how he felt the moment they gave him a cheeky smirk knowing, KNOWING how much Gryffindor wanted to win. To be the one to give their head of house the cup they utterly deserve.

He stood, grabbing a girl's wrist, "Angelina. Come with me, will you?"

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"Kind of weird not seeing you grinding on Weasley right now, Y/N." Y/N's teammate joked, making Y/N choke on their butterbeer. "Like— he looked pissed. Every one of them did. But like— I dunno, I expected more from angry Fred, y'know? Maybe like angry fucks or something?—" Their teammate continued, making Y/N chortle even harder. If there was such a thing as getting drunk on butterbeer, this would be it.

"—maybe even a heated make out session?"

"Fucking hell, why in the world are you talking about my love life? MINE?" Y/N asked light heartedly, getting a shoulder shrug and a mocking glance of their teammate's eye.

"All seriousness though, Y/N. It's weird not seeing him here. He'd still appreciate you, you know? You did amazing!"

Y/N thought about it, but knowing Fred's quick temper, he's most likely cooling down before he meets them at their house party. "He's probably just pissed off. Or maybe they’re trying to stop Wood from drowning himself again, I don't know. There's endless amounts of possibilities when it comes to Gryffindors." Their teammate nodded in agreement and went back to the usual chatting.

Every minute that passed by without Fred showing his freckled face felt like a stab in the chest. They've never ghosted him when Gryffindor won against them, why's he doing this to them now?

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"Fred?! Or is this George? OY WEASLEY? WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU TAKING ME?" yelled Angelina, being dragged out by an angry red head with a face redder than his hair.

"Just trust me, Johnson." he said breathless, speed walking his way through the halls, Angelina in toe. Dragging her towards the Y/H common room.

He reluctantly took off a wire wrapped ring Y/N made for him and placed it on the pads of his fingers. "Wear this."

"Why?!" asked Angelina angrily. "What are you on about Fred? Didn't Y/N make this?!" Not answering or even giving her words a single thought, he put the ring on the nearest finger he could reach, held her hand, and made his way into the entrance.

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The party was going beautifully, just like every single one that preceded it. It was going as smoothly as a butterbeer running down a drinker’s throat. But something is wrong with the butterbeer. It hit hard. It was bitter. It was burning.

Y/N’s shoulder was tapped by the person next to them, their finger pointing towards the entrance of the common room.

Who in their right mind would put firewhisky in a place no one asked it to be in?

“This party’s beautiful! How come you don’t make Gryffindor party’s this nice?” Angelina said, fingers relaxed in the hand of Y/N’s boyfriend. The man they’ve been with since third year. Now holding onto a pretty girl’s hand instead of theirs. 

And to add insult to injury, a bronze glint shone on her finger, as well as a purple bead. Angelina’s wearing his ring loosely on her thin, nimbly finger.

Y/N froze in their seat, simply staring at the two of them. They looked like they belonged together really. They really did. They looked like royalty, and every time Angelina pointed at something it looked like she was giving a wave. 

It broke them. It finally broke them. The cold Y/N, the stony Y/N, the frigid fucking Y/N broke as a tear ran down their cheek. Shit. He broke them.

“Hey Y/N!” The beautiful Gryffindor chaser waved cheerfully and innocently as she spotted the beater’s partner. But they didn’t respond cheerfully back. Instead, a half empty mug of butterbeer was left at the place they once sat and a fuming Y/N walked away. 

Angelina stood confused until she felt a weight in one of her hands. “What the hell, Fred?” She let go of his hand as soon as it hit her. “Are you using me to make Y/N jealous?! What the fuck is that for?!”

He didn’t answer. It was as if at that instant his once clouded mind became sober. Once drunk with rage now sober with guilt. Yeah, what the fuck was that for? 

“I’m going to find them because apparently you don’t have the fucking decency to do so.” She spat to his face, taking off the ring he put on her finger, throwing it to his face, and following the sounds of sorrow. 

And there the red head stood, face as pale as a ghost and as guilty as a criminal awaiting his charges, knowing, KNOWING that no one would bail him out now. Several heads were looking at him at that moment, but he couldn’t give a single fucking damn.