#˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ i'll be your girl! ~ ic

[lovepvnch]

*bites* :3333!

Tempest is roused from sleep ( just barely ) when fangs latch onto the arm she had draped around Katya last night.

"Whassit... y'bitin' me for... gnhmornin...." she mumbles incoherently before pulling the werewolf closer and nuzzling her face into Katya's shoulder.

"Aa~" aaaand Tempest chomps down ( gently !! ) in an act of vengeance before she's asleep again, holding her partner even tighter and drooling on her shirt a little now.

[lovepvnch]

After Tempest's initial reaction to the bloody carcass outside of her tent ( a screech that woke half of camp ), she thought she had done a rather excellent job at making something out of her gift.

It was sweet, in Katya's own way, and Tempest realized that. A little unexpected and odd, but that's never bothered the monk before. She finds Katya's little displays of affection quite endearing, actually! Her reaction to a nicely cooked meal a little less so.

She figures clearly, there was a gap in her understanding of such a gift, because now the meal she had prepared for everyone was tumbling down a ditch. Maybe she should've asked Katya for a little more explanation of what she should've done with the deer, but...

"It's not like I could've eaten it all on my own," Tempest says, pouting a little as she peers over the side of the cliff.

"There was a better way to go about this, you know" ( from tempest @lovepvnch )

PROMPTS FOR A LITTLE JEALOUSY // @lovepvnch

" That... doesn't SEEM right... " she muttered, looking doubtful at Tempest's words. She think she handled that pretty well, all things considered.

"I thought a dead deer was an excellent way to show you my affection - and you fuckin' shared it with the camp! Of course I was gonna throw it over a cliff! "

[lovepvnch]

3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders .

NONVERBAL PROMPTS

She had been staring at the fire, a rare moment of tired silence from the bubbly monk, her mind running over the events of the day in an uncharacteristically downward spiral down, down, down. She feels cold, but she doesn't fully register that until a warm weight falls on her shoulders.

Tempest blinks back to the present, perking up at the company and snapping out of her trainwreck of thought. She almost instantly forgets about whatever it was that worried her so. How sweet !

"Surely it's big enough for two," she smiles, lifting one end the blanket open for Katya. "Join me?"

[theostrophywife]

brother's bsf! mattheo who you've had a crush on for years.

but he's only ever seen you as theo's little sister (or so he says).

it doesn't matter that you and theo are only a year apart. your older brother is extremely protective of you and so are the rest of his friends — especially mattheo.

you grew up around the boys, which was a blessing and a curse in and of itself. on one hand, you grew super close to mattheo, but on the other hand, he's seen you through your awkward braces and pigtails phase.

lately though, brother's bsf! mattheo starts to notice you. really notice you.

suddenly, you didn't seem so little to him anymore.

but over the years, your infatuation with your brother's best friend calmed to attraction instead. you've come to accept that while mattheo would always be your first crush, that's all it would really ever amount to. a harmless little childhood crush.

thanks to theo, you hadn't gotten much of a chance to date when you were younger, but now that you were starting uni with the rest of the boys, you were determined to push those silly little feelings for mattheo away and start putting yourself out there.

granted, you had a lot to learn given your sheltered upbringing.

boys had taken a liking to you. why wouldn't they? you're pretty, you're smart, and you're the perfect combination of sweet and sassy, but you were also extremely naïve.

brother's bsf! mattheo had to protect you.

it was his responsibility.

theo trusted him to keep an eye on you. so he did.

・❥・ brother's bsf! mattheo glares at any boy that dares to look at you.

・❥・ brother's bsf! mattheo revs his motorcycle and comes in hot when he sees anyone talking to you, handing you the pink helmet he keeps on him at all times without a single word.

・❥・ brother's bsf! mattheo gives you rides to your dorm and takes you out for ice cream after a particularly hard exam.

it's clear that mattheo has a soft spot for you. no matter how vehemently he denies it.

until the night that everything changed.

it was a chilly friday evening when you happily skipped out of your dorm building, eager to attend your first frat party.

the cute boy in your history class asked you to come with him and you immediately said yes despite not knowing what to expect. it seemed fun and exciting and a little bit dangerous.

as luck would have it, you ran into none other than mattheo on your way out. his sleek black motorcycle was parked on the curb, smoke wafting from his lips as he took a lazy drag of his cigarette. leaning against his bike, mattheo raised a brow as you strutted onto the sidewalk.

"where do you think you're going, nott?"

"to a party, matty."

"with who?"

"a friend."

mattheo narrows his eyes at you. "I know all your friends and they're busy tonight. so which friend is it?"

you sigh in frustration. "just a friend from class. god, you sound like theo right now."

"you're not going anywhere wearing that."

"what's wrong with my dress?"

you smoothed down the front of your red minidress self-consciously, shying away from mattheo's intense gaze. his chocolate brown eyes scanned your body, the heat of his stare dragging along your skin.

"for starters, that dress barely covers anything and knowing you, you'll be cold within the first few minutes."

"I'll be fine, mattheo. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself."

mattheo crosses his arms, huffing at your statement. "so you told theo where you're headed off to tonight?"

you shrugged. "what my brother doesn't know won't hurt him."

"yes, but he might hurt anyone stupid enough to ogle you in that dress. as will I. maybe I should tell him what his baby sister is up to. better yet, maybe I should come with you to this party, hm?"

"no please," you pleaded. "I just want one night where I'm not being treated like a little kid. can you give me that, matty? please?"

you flashed your best puppy dog eyes at him, knowing that he couldn't possibly resist when you asked so nicely.

mattheo considers it for a moment before sighing in defeat. "fine, princess. but text me when you get there and call me when you're home. don't even think about turning your location off or else I'll send a brigade after you."

"yes sir."

"good girl."

before brother's bsf! mattheo could think better of it, you kiss his cheek and promise to call him later that night.

brother's bsf! mattheo watches you strut away in your tight little dress with a soft smile on his face, fully knowing that you had him wrapped around your finger.

by the time you arrive at the party, it's in full swing. music is blaring, drinks are flowing, and the frat house is packed to the brim with people.

you send a quick text to mattheo to let him know you've arrived before spotting aiden.

clearly, your date was already a few drinks in. he greets you with a lingering hug before handing you a red cup. "cheers, y/n."

"cheers," you respond, clinking your cup against his and taking a generous swig. the liquor burns your throat and aiden chuckles as you try to hide your wincing.

still, it does the job.

you loosen up after a few sips. aiden introduces you to his friends and you smile politely, trying not to squirm out of his hold as he pulls you in by the waist.

it's fine, he's just keeping you close in such a packed crowd. he doesn't mean any harm by it.

at least that's what you told yourself.

until aiden tries to make a move on you in the middle of the dance floor. you already told him that you didn't want to dance, but he insisted.

you could smell the liquor on his breath as he grabbed your hips, moving them along to the rhythm of the song. you tried to put some distance between you, but aiden didn't seem deterred by it. in fact, his wandering hands slide down to your lower back until they're planted firmly on your ass. you attempted to pry them away, but he slurred "relax" into your ear before giving your ass a squeeze.

that was the tipping point for you.

with all your strength, you shoved aiden off while he cursed after you. the lights were blinding as you made your way through the crowd, fleeing to the bathroom.

you had brother's bsf! mattheo's number dialed before you even closed the door.

surprisingly, he picks up on the first ring.

"hi matty, are you — are you busy right now?"

"I'm with the boys. how'd the party go, princess?"

"um, I'm still here and I just really want to go home."

you hear shuffling on the other end. presumably mattheo finding somewhere more private to speak with you. "I thought your friend was your ride home?"

"well, aiden's drunk and he's been getting a little handsy the whole night so I don't really feel safe going home with him."

"what?" mattheo hisses. "you didn't tell me you were with a guy. I never would've let you go off alone with some random prick."

"please don't be mad, matty. I just wanted to have fun without worring about my brother hovering over my shoulder. don't tell theo, please. I'll — I'll figure it out. I'll find another ride."

"like hell you are! drop your location. the boys and I are coming."

"no, please. I don't want this to be a whole thing. if theo finds out, he'll never let me out of his sight again."

you could feel mattheo grappling with the situation. part of him wanted to tell his best mate, but all he truly cared about was getting to you as quickly as he could. after a few moments, he sighs. "fine, I won't tell your brother, but I'm still coming to get you. stay where you are, princess and don't hang up the phone. I'm on my way, okay?"

"you really don't have to —"

the argument dies in your throat when you hear the sound of mattheo's motorcycle starting up. he wasn't going to let you talk him out of this. mattheo was coming, whether you wanted him to or not.

"too late. be a good girl and stay on the line with me, sweetheart. I'm coming for you."

brother's bsf! mattheo pays no mind to the boys as they joke about him meeting up with a booty call.

the only thing that matters to him is getting to you.

brother's bsf! mattheo weaves through campus, revving and racing his motorcycle as fast as it can possibly go.

it's too noisy to talk while he rides, but he stays on the line anyways, listening through one earphone as you quietly hum to help calm yourself. mattheo smiles to himself. it's one of his favorite quirk of yours. half of the time, you don't even notice you're doing it. but he does. he notices everything about you.

mere minutes have passed since you first called him, but it feels like an eternity to mattheo when he finally pulls up to the decrepit frat house at the edge of campus.

mattheo parks his motorcycle on the curb, glaring at the prying eyes trained on him. it's not every day that the mattheo riddle, resident bad boy pulls up to a party looking like he's absolutely ready to kill someone with his bare hands.

he has half a mind to burst into the bloody house and pummel that stupid prick for daring to touch you, but the sight of you approaching stops him cold.

you look flustered and fearful, lower lip trembling as you spill out into the sidewalk. mattheo instantly sees red. he vows to make that motherfucker pay for this.

"where is he?"

"mattheo —"

"where. the. fuck. is. he?"

"probably somewhere inside drunk off his arse. I don't know and I don't care. can we please just go?"

despite his anger, you don't balk from him. in fact, you've got both hands pressed firmly against his chest to hold him back.

brother's bsf! mattheo grips your hips, your noses pressing together as he carefully inspects you. making sure you were alright is the only thing keeping him from committing violence.

"tell me where he is."

though mattheo's words are tinged with fury, his tone remains soft and sweet. his voice is nothing but a whisper because even at his angriest, mattheo would never raise his voice at you.

“give me a name, sweetheart. just give me his name."

"it's fine, matty. he's not worth the trouble."

“he left you alone, at a party where you don’t know anyone, got too drunk even though he knows he’s your ride home and got handsy with you even though you weren’t into it. give me one good reason why I shouldn’t fuck him up right now?”

“I can handle him later. can we please just go home? I'm tired and I just want to be in bed now.”

the cold air makes you shiver as you mentally curse yourself for picking such a skimpy outfit when hours ago you felt foolishly confident in your dress.

brother's bsf! mattheo softens when he sees you trembling. without a word, he takes off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. the scent of amber and cinnamon envelopes you all at once, lulling you into a calmer state.

"okay, princess. let me take you home."

once mattheo secures the baby pink helmet over your head, he tells you to hang on tight before taking off.

you hug his midsection, resting your chin on his shoulder as mattheo drives slow through the sprawling campus. the streets are empty, but he drags out the ride, wanting to spend as much time with you as possible.

at the strike of midnight, the two of you finally reach your dorm.

although you insist that you're fine, brother's bsf! mattheo walks you all the way up to your door.

the fluorescent lights flicker overhead as you shift your weight form one foot to the other, suddenly feeling shy.

"thanks for picking me up, matty."

"of course, y/n. you know I'd do anything if you're the one asking."

you smile, trying your hardest to hide the blush on your cheeks. "I hope I didn't ruin your night."

mattheo shrugs. "not at all. before you called, I was watching berkshire stuff marshmallows down his throat while the boys cheered him on. trust me, you weren't interrupting anything important."

"still. I appreciate you coming to my rescue and not ratting me out to my brother."

mattheo smiles. "it's our little secret, princess."

the double meaning of the words causes tension between you and the pull that you've always felt towards mattheo feels stronger than ever, tugging you closer.

maybe tonight is the night that you finally feel brave enough to fall.

"goodnight, matty."

brother's bsf! mattheo watches as you get on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek like you always do. except this time, you lean in for a proper kiss.

as soon as mattheo's lips touch yours, you feel your entire body erupt like fireworks. it's everything you imagined it to be and more. his lips are soft against yours, supple and inviting. the kiss takes him by surprise, but once he realizes what's happening, he groans into your mouth, the sound of it filled with need.

dazed and confused, you look up as mattheo pulls away, his big brown eyes scanning your face. "we shouldn't do this, princess."

despite his words, mattheo's hand rests itself on your hip, his thumb brushing gentle circles against your exposed skin. you gulp as he stares at you, your lips brushing, your bodies gravitating towards each other no matter how hard you try to fight the pull.

"is it because of my brother?"

"no," mattheo growls. "we shouldn't do this because I don't know if I'll be able to stop once we start."

"I don't want you to stop, mattheo."

as soon as the words leave your lips, mattheo is kissing you again, and this time, he isn't holding back. you cling onto his shirt as he kisses you hard, the force of it hitting you all at once. his fingers dig into your hips as you bend at the waist, desperately kissing back.

his head is reeling and his heart is pounding. mattheo is drowning in your taste, your touch, your smell. you're every drug rolled into one; seductive and sinful. he's addicted and he can't get enough.

brother's bsf! mattheo doesn't want to pull away. he wants to stay here and live in this moment forever, but he knows that if he does, he'll end up taking everything.

foreheads pressed together, mattheo leans in for one last kiss. this one is sweet and gentle, enough to satiate him for the moment.

"sleep tight, princess. I'll see you in the morning."

"see you in the morning, matty."

brother's bsf! mattheo can't help but take one last look at you, a soft smile on his face when he sees your flushed cheeks and kiss bitten lips.

in that moment, he knows he's fucked. you're his best mate's little sister. he shouldn't have kissed you. he shouldn't feel this way for you. he should've stopped before it was too late, but you were both way past that now.

now that he's had you, he won't want anything else. it's you he'll always crave. it's you he'll always long for. and he doesn't give a fuck what it takes to get you.

brother's bsf! mattheo won't stop until you're his and his alone. *✧･ﾟ:*

[the-possum-writes]

hello everything is fine? I hope so :)

I saw that you are taking requests and decided to ask a question.

you could make marshall lee x pregnant reader but reader is pregnant with a beautiful little girl 🖤

Waiting Room Woes

❥Character: Marshall Lee the vampire king

❥Wordcount: 1200

❥Tags: SFW, tooth rottening fluff, babyfic, pregnancy, hospitals

❥Synopsis: Marshall struggles to keep his nerves in check as he sits in the waiting room while their spouse gives birth to their firstborn.

❥Taglist: @foxpearlwilder

Marshall Lee paces back and forth in the waiting lobby of the rock kingdom's hospital in restless agitation knowing that his spouse is just a few doors away giving birth to their firstborn child, he should be there right next to them as they go through this important moment together but the doctors rushed him out of there when something became complicated. So for now he waits alone.

Or atleast that was the case until Ice Queen showed up with a gift basket in hand.

"Make way for the world's greatest godmother- Marshall? What are you doing here, aren't you supposed to be in there-?" She didn't manage to finish her question since Marshall Lee silently and abruptly went up to wrap his arms around her in comfort.

"I am Simone, I am. But there were some complications with the pregnancy and I got kicked out by the doc."

Ice Queen held the basket in one hand as she pats Marshall with the other hand. "And you want me to break you in!?" Her hand started glowing with blue ice magic, a bit dangerous but Marshall knew she meant well.

"Nah, I'll let the experts do their thing." He removes himself from the hug, rubbing a hand to suppress a sniffle.

Despite her madness and less than desirable behavior towards princes and any other male in Aaa, Ice Queen gently places her gift basket in Marshall's gray hands, shaking slightly as he tries to subdue his nerves, stroking the side of his head in a comforting manner as she would do towards her penguins. "Well, in any case I'll wait with you until there's any news."

Gumball and Fionna were the next few people to shortly arrive after hearing the news of you and Marshall's delivery, they're holding their own baskets in hand where Gumball's is nicely wrapped in a pink bow and Fionna's looks like hand made and honestly quite last minute, it didn't take long for the three of them to take a defense stance once they saw eachother.

"Ice Queen!" Fionna and Cake exclaim.

"You little brat!" The older woman prepared her ice powers but she gave one side glance at Marshall and pulled back with a grumble. "We’ll settle this later in the parking lot, I'll fetch you something to drink Marshall." Is all she said before flying away to the hospital's cafeteria.

"Hey Marsh, we came as fast as we could after hearing the news." Gumball explains, putting aside his basket on the waiting room chairs while Fionna does the same so the three of them could have a well meaning group hug.

"Thanks guys, I haven't gotten any updates and it's been driving me up the wall if I'm being honest." The vampire king explains.

"In any case, we'll wait it out with you. That's what homies are for." Fionna adds in, joined in by Cake soon after.

"That’s right sugar!"

And so they waited for what Marshall felt was an eternity and that's saying something when he's lived as long as he has, but nothing in that lifespan can compare to what he's going through at the moment. It only seemed like yesterday when you gave him the news of your pregnancy, and the months following up went by in a blink of an eye with your mood swings, your cravings, the nights where he couldn't get some sleep cause you were sleeping sideways and his unborn kid was kicking his back. Okay, that one was quite memorable. It brought a smile on his face for a moment but it only made him all the more scared at the thought of loosing that kid he hasn't met yet, or you, and glob forbids the both of you.

Fionna, Cake and Gumball tried to distract him with small talk during the while, he appreciated the gesture but he couldn't pour his heart into it fully. Eventually when Doctor Prince came out to check on him did Marshall practically fly out of his seat and started asking a billion questions before the doc could utter a single word.

Doctor Prince removed his gloves as he informs with a calm tone. "I came to inform you that the baby is undead."

"...What?"

It's in that instant Doctor Prince realizes he needs to reconsider his approach towards his patients, quickly raising his hands as he corrects himself. "Oh no no no not like that, I mean it's a good thing, you're a vampire right? Looks like she took after you! she doesn't have a heartbeat but she's alright and kicking, you can go see her in the incubation room."

Marshall Lee flies in the direction the doctor pointed at him as he repeats the words in his mind. "Took after me?" By the time he reached the incubation room he came to find out what he meant, she was a small thing but easy to spot through the multiple baby containers, the only one with gray skin and a small turf of dark hair- the nurse guarding the shift allowed him inside and he was able to get a closer look at the kiddo that has been nerve wracking him for months .

And she is perfect.

She's wailing and fidgeting in her little incubator with her closed eyes but still kicking and her pudgy little hands still attempt to grasp at the air, Marshall then slowly lowers his hand so she could wrap her little digits around his larger finger, it's then that she stops crying and coos curiously in Marshall's direction as if she recognizes him by instinct. If he wasn't crying already then he certainly was quietly sobbing now, all the anxiety and nervousness that was devouring him whole just seconds ago had completely evaporated the moment she held his finger. The nurse informed him that despite the lengthy procedure the baby was in good health and had Marshall signed a few papers before he was allowed to carry her and- dear glob he feels like he's gonna cry again.

Meanwhile Fionna and Cake have their faces glued to the glass of the incubation room as they marve at the sight of Marshall's baby, Gumball looks curiously and even Ice Queen is comically wailing at the sight of her tiny goddaughter... Even though Marshall never officially gave her the title of godmother. They all wanted to get a closer look at the baby but if there's anyone who deserves to see her first it's you, you're left in your room lying in bed rightfully exhausted and still somewhat out there due to the anesthesia but you're still aware enough that you smile tiredly at the sight of Marshall carefully walking on the ground with the bundle wrapped in his arms.

"Hi dear," you greet him.

"Hey, sorry I couldn't be there with you."

"It's alright, I would've called you names by then," you chuckle weakly as you hold your arms out so Marshall can hand you the baby, immediately feeling your eyes prick up. "Hi there little one, so nice to finally meet you."

You take in the moment to hold your little one, placing your nose against the swirl of short hair on her head. "She's just like you, but so, small. I hope it's just the looks or we have a troublemaker in our hands." You joke, pulling her close to kiss her little forehead.

"I mean she kicked a lot before, I don't think we'll be getting a moment of peace from now on." Marshall plays along as well, wrapping an arm around you as he floats beside you.

"She's perfect as she is."

[lovepvnch]

Tempest hums as she cooks, stirring the meal to the rhythm of the made-up tune. The voice from the doorway makes her light up, "Hi, Puck! It's going well, I think."

She's aware of Puck's complicated relationship with food - it never feels personal when Puck obviously forces herself to scarf down whatever plate Tempest puts in front of her. She's mentioned something before about most everything tasting like... what is it? Dirt? Mud? Ash! Yes, ash. It makes Tempest a little sad, on Puck's behalf, that she can't so easily enjoy most delicacies.

Still, that doesn't mean Tempest would ever dream of giving up. She'd never not serve him something of equal quality as anything else she makes for her visiting friends. She'd always try to make something Puck might like, and today's recipe has been picked out for Puck specifically. Spices, she found, tend to have a subtle sway towards tolerable. Maybe she added a little too much to this batch, but the rest of her visitors could stand having a slightly too spicy meal if it meant Puck could have something that tastes slightly better than dust.

She scoops a small bit of broth out of the pot and blows on the ladle before holding it to him, "Care to taste? You don't have to, of course, but I'm trying something new and I'd like a second opinion. Mudbug is on cleaning duty, he hardly has the time to give me any feedback."

The fluffy dog huffs beside her feet where he lays on the floor and watches her with a lazily wagging tail, waiting for her to drop something else.

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@lovepvnch sent: [ 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊 ] ― sender is drawn to the kitchen by receiver’s cooking ( reversed with tempest cookin !! ) // SOURCE: THE FIVE SENSES.

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HM. DOESN'T SMELL HALF-BAD. That's not something he thinks often. Or ever. Not about anything normal, at least. These days, he finds he can TOLERATE normal. Doesn't make him want to hack up his entire stomach ⸻ most of the time.

He's discovered that, sometimes, normal just TASTES BAD. This may seem obvious to anyone else, but Puck had no idea she could have meal preferences until very recently. Something tasting bad is different from it tasting like everything else he's ever put in his mouth. Sure, everything else he's ever put in his mouth tastes like spit & ashes ⸻ which is really quite bad ⸻ but he's so used to that. On the road, he couldn't afford to be picky, and he didn't see the point in doing anything other than eating WITHOUT tasting, shoving food down his throat quickly for the sake of survival.

Something tasting so horrible that she can actually TELL you how badly it tastes is, admittedly, pitifully exciting to him. It is a good day when Puck can push the plate away from herself & sneer in disdain, commenting that the food ❝ tastes like a fuckin' rubberband. ❞

Most meats are . . . decent. She has a complicated relationship with them, to put it lightly. She used to have a, uh- specific & refined PALATE. She can taste meat the best, but she also tends to throw up the most when trying it. It's a gamble, really.

But Puck has yet to find something that actually tastes, or even smells, GOOD. So, for something to smell not half-bad, she finds herself wandering into the kitchen where Tempest cooks. Stands in the archway, head tilted up as she sniffs like a dog who knows there's treats around.

❝ How's it goin' in here ？❞

[julieee404]

Kinktober day thirty!!

Sweet as Honey

❥ Drunk sex, dub-con, Foodplay, Semi-public ❥ Mattheo Riddle

POV: Slytherin house had another party to celebrate a quidditch win, you and your best friend Mattheo got quite drunk. After you've gotten hungry you two go to the kitchens. To eat.

Trigger warnings: Alcohol, Food play, Dubious-consent(cause you can't give consent when drunk) Semi public(in the kitchens), P in V, Unprotected sex.

The party was in full swing in the Slytherin common room, with people taking shots, dancing, and making out. The quidditch team who won the game today were surrounded by their friends and by girls who hoped they'd be picked out for the night.

In the meantime, I was on the dancefloor with my boyfriend Mattheo, grinding against each other on the beat while drinking our beers.

Mattheo leaned down to whisper in my ear, his hands tightening their grip on my hips. "I'm hungry princess." His voice was low and raspy.

A giggle left my mouth as I looked up at him. "Let's go to the kitchen, then." Mattheo smiled down at me but nodded, "Okay."

I grabbed his hand and started weaving through the crowd towards the door of the common room. It was already after curfew, so we weren't allowed in the halls anymore.

"You have to be more quiet princess," Mattheo said with a grin as I was giggling and started to run through the halls, making him run after me.

We reached the kitchens and walked inside, seeing it was empty, by now the house elves retreated to their own chambers and the kitchen was deserted.

"What do you want to eat?" I asked Mattheo while opening the fridge. He walked up behind me and put his chin on my shoulder "You."

I laughed softly "No real food silly," he grumbled in disappointment but looked into the fridge, "Uhm how about strawberries, ice and honey?"

After he told me what he wanted I grabbed it out of the fridge and closed the door but before I could mutter a word, Mattheo lifted me up and lay me down on my back on the counter.

"Matty, what are you doing?" I asked between giggles. He looked at me his eyes dark with desire and lust. "Eating." He said with a smirk, before pointing his wand at me and muttering a spell I knew all too well.

My clothes disappeared from my body and appeared at the table while neatly folded. Mattheo put a strawberry in his mouth and then moved over me, kissing me deeply.

I moaned into the kiss and ate the strawberry out of his mouth. He pulled back from the kiss and looked at the happy and content smile on my face while I ate the strawberry.

He chuckled and grabbed the honey, making it drip over my breasts. "Oops, now I'll have to clean it up." He said sarcastically.

Mattheo started to lick the honey off my chest and breasts, sucking on my nipples and licking them to make sure I was completely clean again.

He did that three more times, and by then I was writhing underneath him wanting more than that. He chuckled but obliged moving down to my cunt, and spreading my legs.

The ice cream was already melted for a big part but it was still cold as he let it drip onto my clit and pussylips. I squirmed "That's cold." I said in a whine making him chuckle.

Mattheo moved down to lick it up, moving his tongue over my clit deliciously. "it's really good though, especially when it tastes like you princess." Mattheo said with a smile before shoving the honey, ice cream and strawberries to the side.

He kept eating me out, making me orgasm on his tongue, he moaned and licked it all up like a starved man. "Fuck princess, you are the sweetest of all."

I smiled at his words and bucked my hips "Please Matty want you." He chuckled and kissed me, making me taste my own arousal.

He quickly discarded his trousers and boxers stroking his cock a couple of times at the sight of me. I spread my legs further wanting him inside of me.

Mattheo let out a chuckle but obliged. He moved in between my legs and lined up with my entrance. A loud moan left my mouth when he finally pushed in. The stretch feeling heavenly, the slight burn and pleasure working together wonderfully.

"Move please," I said starting to squirm, he laughed but did as I asked and started to move in and out of me, pounding into me with swift, and controlled thrusts, hitting my G-Spot with every snap of his hips.

I was starting to get close and I could feel that he was close as well by the strain in his body and the uneven thrusts. "Matty I'm gonna cum."

He panted moving over me to kiss and suck hickies on my neck. "Come on my cock baby, come for me."

That was all that I needed before I crashed over the edge, clenching down around him and writhing as my orgasm passed through me.

Mattheo soon followed emptying inside of me.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, catching our breaths before he pulled out of me, and gave me a kiss. "I love you, princess."

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𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 - satoru gojo

summary╰┈➤ a time where your old friend reaches out to you. too bad your husband satoru has an issue with you talking to him.

pairing ✧˚ · . gojo x chubby f!reader

tw ✧˚ · . MDNI : nsfw 18+, mildly dubious consent, threats of violence, overall filthy smut, unhealthy relationships

themes ✧˚ · . established relationship, mafia leader gojo // oc’s :- kenji, riku & himari

wc ✧˚ · . 2k+

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(a/n: english is not my first language, sorry for any errors)

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You hear your name called out when you're out for an early dinner one afternoon. There's two shopping bags in one hand, your purse in the other. You blink and look over your shoulder, your brows furrowed in confusion. Your lips pull into an immediate pout to ward off anyone you might not want to interact with - your day was going so nicely, it would be a shame to have it ruined by some jerk you knew.

You gasp out loud when you see who approaches you.

"K-Kenji?!" You cry out. Your pout spreading into a wide smile of surprise. Your bags swinging wildly as you widely open your arms for him. You don't care how he bashfully blushes when you hug him. You squeeze him and you pull away, looking him over and petting his black, slicked hair. You know you shouldn't be so ecstatic to see him but you can't help yourself as the nostalgic memories of him flood your mind.  "I haven't seen you in...in years! You still live in this city?" You ask him questions so excitedly as he chuckles, rubbing the back of his head.

You look over to his side and see a taller, refined looking man.

You don't ask about him and instead, your focus turns back to your old friend. You smile contently as you look at his face, looking over his big, brown eyes and his smile. The black hair was so much nicer on him than the brassy blonde hair.

"We were actually looking for you... We heard you come here a lot and-" Kenji starts but that's what sours your mood. The reminder of who you're associated with comes crashing down on your shoulders as you pull away from him, your arms crossing over your chest and your bags sink to your elbows.

"We?"

"Oh, right!" He stumbles as he introduces the man he's with. Kenji's younger brother, Riku, and Kenji also mentions how is he a police detective. There is a sweat that itches at the back of your neck and your feet shift as you stand with your hip cocked out. "Is it okay if we talk? We won't take a lot of your time."

You were always weak to Kenji, always a a soft spot on him like many of his friends in the past. He was a nice person.

You sigh softly and nod. "I know a little cafe near here... You're lucky it's hot today and I want an iced coffee...." You turn and walk away from them, not caring if they follow but the small jeer of amazement from your old friend trailing behind you lets you know what you need.

You inhale through your nose and exhale through your mouth slowly.

You try to make mental notes on yourself.

They could be wearing a wire and this Riku fella was working with the police. You already know why they're here. You felt a little disappointed of course, that's why Kenji has sought you out.

You try to ask him and he happily tells you he's still with Himari. Your eyes shine and you feel soft affection fill you.

"You two should get together!" Kenji says, pulling out his phone and Riku hands him a pen from his pocket. He writes her number down on a napkin and gives it to you. It was such a cute notion but you won't ever call her. You can not involve such a sweet, kind girl in your life again even when the two of you used to be friends.

"I'll give her a call." You lie, putting the napkin in your purse to throw it away later. "Maybe we can get something tasty to eat.."

The drinks arrive at the table and you sip on the cold beverage slowly, waiting for the wound to be cut open by Kenji.

"Listen... We... We're investigating Sato-"

You cut him off before you he can finish. "You don't have to say his name..." You're incredibly uncomfortable. Your eyes gazed around the cafe nonchalantly but you're looking for anyone you might know, or anyone you might think could be in association themselves with Satoru Gojo.

You try your best to look as unbothered as possible. You look even bored if you could but the expectant shine in Kenji's eyes makes you waver horribly. Damn him and every spark of hope he brought to the people he got to know - he did it to you too all those years ago and he's doing it now.

"It's just that he was so, I don't know, better when he was with you and-"

You drone out Kenji's voice, not wanting to say about the pinnacle of your relationship with Satoru. Even the year after the group had disbanded, Satoru was sweet with you - acting as the caring, respectful husband you loved. Making you promise after promise even as they soon turned empty and vague.

The only constant with Satoru is that you were his. Literally and legally.

The love turned into an obsession.

The affection turned into possession.

You stopped being his wife and you became his property.

But you can never and would never tell Kenji or this police detective about any of that. As far as they know and will ever know, you and Satoru broke up a decade ago, no longer in contact since the day you walked away from him.

"Well..." You frowned and stirred the ice in your drink, looking crestfallen. "I haven't met with him or heard from him in as much time. We went to different places and that was it. It's over."

Riku speaks up this time and you bite the inside of your cheek, drawing blood as his affirmative voice makes the nerves bundle horribly within your stomach. The knot in your throat and your hand feel as if they're one, wanting to reach out to hit the detective.

"There was a rumour you were kidnapped with some gang activity about four years ago. A rather violent incident..."

You shrug, swallowing, "Look at who my husband was... Don't have the best judgement of character when it comes to you guys..." You whine softly, as if you didn't know anything in the entire situation, just a bystander who had no control of anything. Though, the involvement from a few years back had you in the room when the other crimes were being done.

Your face held in Satoru's rough hand as you cried and begged him to make it stop, the one who had been shot was someone you only talked for a short time - you were too naive still thinking no one would find out. The gunshot ringing in your ears still when you sipped on the cold brew. You keep eye contact with Riku, not wanting to show any weakness to him because a part of you knew that he had quite a bit of information on you.

You wouldn't be surprised if he knew the in's and out's of your day from the way he was nearly glaring at you.

"Well, we just wanted to ask a couple more questions..." Kenji looks worried as he gazes between you and Riku, that same little expression that made his brows draw together as his lips wobbled.

"We just wanted to know if you knew anything. Any information is better than none-"

You drone the detective out, giving a shrug of your shoulders to indicate the cluelessness to their investigation. If they ever managed to find something on you, you hope they never came looking for you. The world with Satoru Gojo in it was becoming a horrifying place indeed. The bell of the door warrants your attention and you reach into your bag, pretending to look for something to gaze over to whoever is greeted by the host.

You glance down immediately when one of the men looks over to your table.

Your heart beats quickly, sending blood rushing all over your body as well as adrenaline as panic spreads through your nervous system. You go back to your drink and finsh it with a large sip.

"I was all done for today and on my way home, so," You push your ice-filled glass forward and cross your arms, closing yourself off to any further conversation, "Is there anything else you two needed?"

Riku purses his lips together, irritation obvious on his face but he doesn't push you further and you're thankful for that. Kenji just smiles at you and stand when you do.

"Take care of yourself, Kenji..." You smile tightly at him leaving it at that and when you turn away and once you're outside, a hand wraps around your wrist. You want to jerk yourself away from whoever grabs at you but you're in public with many eyes watching you, eyes that could lend their lips to speak to the ears of the man you feared. Instead, you turn your head and glare at who grabs you. Your hard expression melts away at seeing Kenji's soft face.

"My number... Is still the same from middle school-" He starts off and his hand moves from your wrist to your hand, holding it gently. "Call me... Text me... I'll come to help you, I promise."

You wish you could cry and lean into him letting go of your troubles and pains.

Knowing him.. your friend once upon a time.... He could probably save you...

You tilt your head and giggle. "Help? What are you talking about? I'm living my best life right now!" You lie through your teeth and pat him on the shoulder - trying to be the ever caring person he knew all those years ago. "You need to worry about keeping Himari happy! Bye-bye!" You wave your goodbyes and you leave him behind, standing there with a smile that felt genuine on his face.

You hope you never see him again... It's for his own sake, after all.

You feel the crawling shadows swirmming around you as you take the train home, standing near one of the doors and when you take the chance to look up; you know you've been trailed from the cafe.

You exhale shakily.

You try to act normal as possible on your way home but you still take one last glance over your shoulders before you enter your penthouse.

They, two men, stood at the corner and stayed there. You enter the building and track up the private elevator to your place. The door is still locked but that means little when it comes to who you're dealing with.

You enter the space and remove your shoes to walk down the corridor.

You turn your head into the kitchen and there is the dark figure of Satoru Gojo peeking into the refridgerator that makes you tighten your grip around the bag in your hands. You learned two lessons long ago when you decided that you would stick to him for as long as he desired.

Don't run. You can no longer runaway from him, even if you went to the depths of hell.

You take a step back and look down, the knot in your throat making you feel choked up. He scares you but you cling to him, to the thought of him.

Because what if... One day.... He cherishes you again like all those years ago when he used to pick you up in his sleek sports car. When he used to hold you close and whisper to you in a happy tone when you were his and he was yours.

That man you loved no longer lived.

Instead, there was the man who closes your fridge and turns to you with an empty smile. "Ah... You never have anything good to eat.."

"I'm sorry..." Your lips form the words before your mind can even register the pleading apology. You mean it in more ways than one and he knows it when he approaches you.

"What do you have to be sorry for?"

He lifts an arm and you know better than to flinch but you can't help it. Your head immediately tilting down to avoid getting struck across the face; something Satoru had done to you multiple times in the last couple of years.

Instead, no strike comes and when you open your eyes, he's got you closed in against the wall. Towering a foot over you with his height, broad shoulders consuming you.

"What are you sorry for?" He asks and you don't answer. You're scared but you're enamored with his handsome looks - even with his tired, dark cerulean eyes and forming scowl; you still loved him. 'For not having any snacks or..."

He leans in close and your head hits the wall from backing up, his glossy lips only a breath away from yours. Satoru's eyes half- lidded as he looks over your features.

He grabs the nape of your neck fiercefully and painfully holding to force your gaze only on him. "Or are you sorry for sneaking around with that cop?!"

"Satoru!" You gasped in pain your hands coming up to land on his biceps. You're not strong enough to push him away but your body acted on instinct.

He should never put his hands on you; he always preached never laying his hands on a woman. But you weren't his woman anymore. You were his property to which he could see fit to do whatever he pleased.

"You have fun on your date with Kenji?" He whispers and his rough hand squeezes at your skin, making you feel trapped. "What did you guys talk about? Don't let anything out.. I want to hear all about it."

You sound like a broken record, repeating as best you could the conversation from earlier and Satoru's eyes look around as he listens to you. He's not interested in you as much as he ponders on his old friend's attitude towards you. You knew that deep down, Satoru missed everyone from the group - alive or not.

"Please let go..." You plead as you finish retelling the events of the afternoon. You did good, right? You didn't deserve to be in any pain now.

Satoru smiles widely at you and lets your neck go, his hand coming forward and caressing the underside of your eyes. You bet they were already red form the unshed tears but you couldn't help it. You didn't want to spend tense time with Satoru, even if that was all he offered you.

"I'm so glad you're not a squealer...My little pet with her lips all sealed..." He drags his thumb down your lips, tugging at the bottom until your lips part and you know what's coming to you.

Anyone else would push him away. Anyone would fight against him if it meant their life.

You, however, were an idiot.

No matter the pain and suffering he brought you.

You couldn't think of a life where Satoru held you at the distance of a leash like the pet you were..

No longer his lover.

Never his wife or partner.

A pet. A pet. A pet!

He kisses you to bring you away from your spiraling thoughts and you sigh helplessly into it, tilting your head to accept the rare affections like droplets of rain after a drought. Your hands move from his arms and tip-toed to wrap around his broad shoulders, holding him by his neck to keep him close.

Satoru always left you when you least wanted him to. Only coming back to you when he felt the urge to see you, even if it was by distant reminder that he owned you.

He wraps his arms around you, pushing until your back slams against the wall.

You don't care how desperately you chase after his lips - whining and gasping for his kisses and tongue. The flavor of death lingers around Satoru, flooding your senses as you push away those thoughts.. Even as he caused you helpless anxiety and inescapable dread, you crave everything about him.

Even if for the night just to pretend he was still the same Satoru you fell in love with.

Your fingers timidly drag up and you miss the way he used to style his hair. You did always like how it looked like a halo when you laid underneath him.

He's rough and there's not a lick of remorse as his hands paw at your supple thighs, lifting one to hook around his hips as he mouths at your throat.

It's routine by now that the first throbs of arousal flourish through you - your cunt and heart racing to the same beat as he bites you painfully. You ignore how the seams rip from your favorite shirt when his manly hands hooks on the collar to pull it down roughly to allow more of your precious skin to be exposed for him.

You can always replace them. Anything and everything but Satoru could be bought with some money.

"Next time you talk-" He groans as he pushes his hips into you, making you feel his growing excitement and you moan softly "To Kenji... Or go with him anywhere again... I'll kill him." He whispers to you, hot and close but the threat sends to you is cold. You know he was dead serious. He only ever has to tell you something once because if he ever repeated himself... It was already happening.

You don't want to hear him talk like that, to remind you of what a horrible person he's become after all this time.

The murder. The crimes. The lack of empathy for human life and the well-being of others.

Instead, you sink it down with an anchor of ignorant bliss. Out of sight. Out of mind. No one stood before you but Satoru. Not Kenji. Not that police detective. Not the two low-lives who trail after you and relay all of the details of your to your owner.

Only Satoru existed for you at that moment.

You whine softly as he pulls down on your shirt, ripping the buttons and bursting them from their resting place. He doesn't have the patience anymore when he wants to see you nude and bare before him.

You murmur his name as he dips down to nip along your cleavage, leaving his marks on top of the fading bruises of possession that he left the week before.. Not innocently sweet hickeys but bruised bites that heal in gnarly patches of yellow and green.

You wouldn't want to show your body to another if it were only to not display these horrifying bruises.

He grinds his hips forward again and he tilts his head up. He makes his way back up to you, nipping and biting at your jaw and throat until his last rough kiss land on your chin; suckling for a moment but you tilt your head down for a kiss. It's the best you can do to avoid a bruise on your face for now.

You would do whatever it took to keep him in this mood.

If you give your body to him time and time again to feel his hands in pleasurable emotions, you would do that.

It's the truest moments where you pretend everything is okay.

Satoru just gives it to you as rough as he wanted. And you've learned to only want it the way Satoru can give it to you.

Even if it meant being too sore to leave your shared penthouse the next day. Even if it meant you bleed from how raw you felt.

Even if it meant limping to a pharmacy for some pill that made you sick to your stomach for days.

You whimper as you drown those thoughts in his lips. You hold your tongue out and Satoru grins before spitting on it. It was a trick he taught you some years back, making him feel even more powerful over you as he spat on you. You moan audibly as you take in the taste, breathing shallowly as he finally ground the tent of his slacks against the place between your thighs that begged for him.

"Beg for it." He murmurs against your mouth, his lips grazing your own as he speaks and there's a flush of warmth that spreads from the tip of your nose to your temples. Instead of fumbling through all of your thoughts to find some sexually lewd and complicated begging, you get straight to the point.

You hold his face in your hands, bringing him closer - kissing him like he was the only thing you wanted. It was the truth.

"Please..." You whimpered softly, pulling away and tilting your head.

Satoru looks at you and raises a brow. Like he's considering it while having you pressed against the wall with his hard on pushed on you. You lean in and kiss along his jaw until you get to his ear, holding him close. Your hands slide down, feeling over his shoulders and his back.

Maybe having something in the fridge would have been much needed today. He was losing weight again, you wished he would take one of those random weeks through the year where he lazed around your penthouse. You always pulled together your best meals to feed him, always wanting to impress him.

He stays silent as you nurture him with affection, giving his pale skin love bites wherever your mouth could reach. You pull away and your heart throbs weakly when he head to your shared bedroom.

He's gone cold with you but when the two of you got in the mood like this. he wanted nothing more than to keep you against him.

Better to get fucked in the bedroom than get it on the hard surfaced furniture that you have - one too many experienced with a sore hip or tailbone. Satoru's here so, you're not suspecting to leave his grasp for the entire night.

He sits on the edge of the bed, pulling his gun out of the waistband of his sleek pants, and lays it on the comforter. You make an uncomfortable face, his blue eyes follow your gaze and he tilts his head. He grabs it and holds it by the barrel, directing it at himself as he faces the handle towards you.

"Put it away if it bugs you that much." He knows you'll never do anything to him with the weapon in hand.

You're hesitant to reach out and grab it but you don't want it close to him or the bed. Satoru had a knack for getting bursts of anger and the last thing you wanted was for him to put the gun against your head when he was fucking you.

The last time it happened, you couldn't leave your home for days in fear of him.

You grab the gun by its handle and you frown, you hate the weight of it in your hand. You turn to the dresser and put it underneath some of your shirts. A small exhale of relief. It was put away enough for you to have some comfort before turning to the figure in your bedroom.

"Strip." He orders.

You pull off the buttons form your shirt that hadn't been torn away.

He leans back on his hands and he looks expectant as he watches you undress. His dark eyes bore into you and you know you shouldn't be so willing to pull your clothing off. Only leaving yourself in your panties to step forward between his strong open thighs.

You timidly help him pull off his shirt.

You go to straddle him but he flips you so that your front meets the mattress. You shift slightly to avoid having you face pushed into the comforter, the last thing you wanted was to suffocate off the cotton in your bedspread.

Satoru's hands hooked under your luscious hips and you aided him by lifting them just enough.

He doesn't ask anymore, He's going to do what he wants from this point onward.

Your panties are pulled down to your soft thighs and you moaned softly as he spreads your pussy lips, the cold air of the room grazing over the excessive wetness. You try to look over your shoulder but you can't see from how arched your back was. You can hear him shifting behind you and you gasp as you feel the tip of his thick cock rubbing against you. Sliding from the weeping entrance down to your clit, teasing your cunt.

The small electrifying shock of pleasure makes you tilt your hips up to make it easier for him to go inside of you. The swollen head of his lengthy cock sliding against your clit again and you bite your lip to keep from desperately whining out his name.

You half-wished he would finger fuck you; he was always so good at it with his thick, long fingers.

"Mm!" You whimper as he thrusts into you.

It hurt.

He stretches you out entirely as he bottoms out inside of you.

But, ohgod, it felt so good to have him fucking you. Satoru pulls you against him, forcing your ass to rock back on him as he starts at a rough pace. His hips slapping against your skin as his cock stretched your slicked walls to his shape again.

You whimper and moan against the sheets, letting him fuck you to his contentment. Your body shifting against the sheets from how much force he was putting into slamming his cock into you. You could cum afterward, or not at all. You didn't care because Satoru being in a good mood made you happy.

"Oh-!" You gasp when Satoru reaches forward, wrestling to wrap his hands under your elbows to pull them back and lift your chest from the mattress. You hated how he knew your back could bend in such a bow-like fashion, he knew how to push your limits that not even you knew about. You hang your head and let him hold you up.

His cock felt like it was going even deeper than before, leaving you nowhere to run as he fucked you like an animal. Your pussy eating up his cock like it was the only thing it wanted. You can feel the slick trailing down to your clit, drooling down your inner thighs and you cry out weakly.

"There we go... That's a nice sound!" Satoru grunts as he pulls on your arms even further and the soreness begins to erupt from your body - he was doing it too much.

He pounds in a way he shouldn't . He's been fucking his obedient wife for years, he knows which ways hurt you. He knows the angles that hurt and he still pistons upwards causing you to shriek in pain.

The sharpness in your lower belly causes tears along your waterline to form too quickly. "S-Stop! Satoru stop!" You cry and he does it again, making your once whimpers of pleasure to sour with pain.

You hear his chuckle over the ringing of echoing discomfort.

It only stops when he pulls out and his hand release your elbows at the same time, causing you to collapse against the bed. Your teeth chatter as your body tries to calm down from the feeling everything Satoru pushed into your body to suddenly feel nothing.

He lifts your hips again and you're able to beg him to do it softer, more gentle but it's not his dick that rubs against you.

You gasp out and your eyes flutter shut as you rub your forehead against the comforter. His tongue is flat and thick; licking from the base of your clit up to the weeping entrance of your pussy.

He's fucking filthy. He's always been.

Making obscene noise after noise as he starts to eat you out, not in any ways bothered by the taste of his own cock and pre-cum mingled along with your slicked cunt. He groans against it, holding your hips to him when you buck. You couldn't help it when he sucked on your clit so harshly.

Satoru chuckles against your cunt when you moan out his name, giving your pussy a mouthful as he tongue fucked you. You felt embarrassed and ashamed, at the very least you wish you could have showered if you knew he was going to put his mouth on you. His dick inside of you was one thing, but his tongue lapping up the flavor of you made you feel something else.

You exhale softly with disappointment when his mouth pulls away from your slicked pussy. You ignore the little throbs of intense pleasure that slowly mellow away as the stimulation stops.

"Up we go..."

"H-huh..."

You gasp when he wraps an arm around your thigh, lifting it until your body faces sideways. You adjusted your arms and sighed out softly once you get to lay on your back, you were getting sore form your upper body and you knew it was all barely starting.

He brought your thighs up until your knees hooks over his shoulder and before you can get comfortable, he's inside of you again.

Satoru grinds his cock inside of you, melting from how wet and hot you were. You whimper and look down, watching his hips and abdomen roll slowly to rock his thick length in and out of you. You exhale shakily, feeling your cunt flutter at the unusually slow pace.

"Aw. does it feel good?" He teases but you hate that it makes you feel flustered. He buries his cock into you and leans forward, bending you as your creamy thighs touches his chest. A small gasp coming out of you as his nose touches against yours, your brows brought together as your mind can't decide between straining or feeling pleasure. "Be a good bitch and tell me how good it feels..."

You turn your face away, feeling it flushed with color and warmth - knowing you had full-well changed color in the entire process.

You hated how he still made you feel this way.

Bitch?

He might as well have called you sweetheart and you would reacted the same way.

You shut your eyes when his cock slips away from you and you gasp out a moan when it slams back into you. His free hand slips to your throat, and your head is forced to turn to look back into his blue eyes.

"Tell me..." He whispers and your heart throbs painfully. His voice is so soft and playful, making you open your mouth and moan out for him. Every time he fucks you, a small moan of his name or a gasp of pleasure rocks through you makes you glad.

"F-feels so good... I'm gonna cum..." You mewl softly as your hips buck underneath him even as his weight is laid on you.

Satoru smirks and kisses you, drinking in all of your noises as he pounds into you. "I didn't say you could."

You nod quickly in agreement, enjoying whatever he gives you but he whispers to you again. He pulls away, holding your thighs to his chest and you throw your head back as he starts fucking you vigorously.

Now you really felt like you could cum now, your body running absolutely hot all over with your core burning with pleasure form the friction of his cock fucking you relentlessly. The thought of being used for Satoru's pleasure makes you whimper and mewl - being of use to him makes you hopelessly happy.

"No!" Comes the instinctual cry out when Satoru's hand plants against the mound of your pussy, his thumb coming down to rub circles on your throbbing, swollen clit. The shocks spread from your clit to the inner walls of your cunt, immediately flourished and gripping at his cock. Your hips buck. Your hands claw at the bedsheets. You even whine out as you relished in how smoothly he worked your pussy while fucking you.

Your eyes are bleary as you gaze up at him; you try to look at him past your tears but your ears hear him first.

He's groaning your name and you feel his warm cheek pressed against the knee that's still hooked over his shoulder. You blink and your vision clears as tears bring your makeup even worse to ruin down your cheeks and all around your eyes. You don't even want to think about how crazy you must look with disturbed makeup, a flushed face, and smeared lipstick - that Satoru had spread across his lower lip and along his jaw.

He sees that your eyes are focused on him and he grins down at you. His face turning so he can plant an open-mouthed kiss on the skin.

You hated him for tugging at your heartstrings with cute actions.

He always did them. Whether they were out of affectionate and amorous feelings towards you or if they were done like the many other things he did to manipulate you into keeping you on a leash - you will never know.

Satoru moans heavily, his breath ragged and heavy as he pumped you full of himself. He was close, you could tell, His red blush running down to his shoulders as his fingers dig almost painfully into the plush flesh of your thigh.

You squeal and your thighs are starting to tremble from the hold your pleasure has you in, the non-stop stimulation was driving you crazy and Satoru knows that much about you. But he comes first, in your life, in the world he was creating. Even inside of you.

He grunts as he lets go of your thigh, letting it fall weightlessly at his side as he leans in.. His thumb still rubbing your clit with no mercy, making you feel numb to the ecstasy of his sex. His now free hand reaching out and planting itself near your throat, robbing you of your breath literally as he started to choke you.

Your eyes rolling back as you gasped for air but it only enlightened your experience.

No longer able to breathe as your heartbeat hammered beneath his fingertips and palms, the only thing that your body knew was that he was fucking you and how close you were to cumming around his hard cock.

But his hips bottom out against you, stuffing you uncomfortably full of cock and his hands stops working your clit. A high-pitched and choked whine rasping out of you as he floods you overboard with his sticky, hot cum. Too much to keep it all inside of you as it seeped from inside of you and around his cock, dripping out of you along with the drooling slick your cunt couldn't stop producing.

"That's it... take it. Take it..." Satoru moans happily, his eyes are in the shadows of his hair and you can see him through the tears in your eyes as the world blurs around him. He no longer carried the halo he once did, now covered in darkness as he continued to choke you as he rode out the intensity of your orgasm.

One hand comes forward, pushing on his chest and scratching at any skin it reaches as you feel your head start to fuzz over form the lack of oxygen. Your other hand comes to hold onto the one holding your throat, pleading as it tries to pull Satoru's strong hand from keeping your breath away.

The creeping thought starting to consume your oxygen-deprived brain that he was going to kill you tonight. Having him be the last thing you see wasn't  the worst thing that could have happened. It was always the way it was going to end.

He speaks down to you and his hand squeezes at the sides of your throat tighter.

'You look so pathetic..." The affectionate haze and good mood of his orgasm are quickly gone as he fucks into you again, causing a squeak to escape your tight throat. "Be good and nod... you're mine baby.."

You can't hear him anymore. Your ears ring as you nod quickly, hurting your jaw as it smacks against his hand on your throat. You don't care what you're agreeing to anymore, you just want to greedily inhale before he forces you to pass out from his grip constricting your airway.

He takes the opportunity to spit into your open mouth that desperately gasped for air. His saliva landing on your tongue that hung past your lips, and Satoru takes the pleasure in watching it drool down to the back of your mouth, His hand slips up to your jaw and you gasp for air, panting heavily as he kisses and bites at your lower lip. You whimper to try and push him away, needing space to breathe but your body is trembling weakly - no strength left in you but he pulls away. He grabs your hand in his and your heart is as weak as you are as he brings it to his lips. Satoru kisses your knuckles and then he brings your hand to your throbbing cunt.

"Make yourself cum.." He whispers and his eyes are down casted. When you don't start touching yourself immediately, he rolls his eyes and moves his hand on top of yours - making your fingers move along yourself.

You gasp out a breathless song of his name as your clit hums back to your life.

You move your fingers guided by Satoru slowly, rocking your middle finger to circle your clit with the throbbing heartbeat within your cunt. His cock still stuffed inside and whenever you clench down, you're reminded of his presence inside of you. Your jaw chatters as you feel the pleasure starting to wash over you, at the exact spot from where it stopped. As intense and horrifying as when Satoru was fucking you.

You allow your path to orgasm to lead you by the throes of pleasure, you hand moving on its own as you whine and moan beneath your owner.

Satoru's lips spread into a small smile as he watched you lose yourself to the powerfulness of ecstasy. Your open thighs shake violently as your hips buck upwards, causing his cock to grind in and out of you.

The noise that comes from your sore and bruised throat is strangled even without his hand there, loud and shrieking as your pussy tightens around his softening dick. There's a wetness forming from you, making you think for a moment you were about to squirt but instead you leak around him - dripping down your ass and onto your bedsheets.

Satoru's hot whispers washes over you, "Good girl..." The praise comes from the heavens for you. Making you blush as his voice repeats over and over in your mind.

He pulls out of you and you whine blissfully, feeling the cum slip out of you in hot, thick globs. Your cunt already sore but you push yourself up on your elbows, willing to give whatever he wants.

He kneels next to you, kissing your lips and he smiles at you as you chase his lips for more.

"Who's my good girl..."

You chase him further as he continues to lean away. "Me..." You desperately answer to bring him to you, wanting him on you at all times.

He rewards you by leaning in closer. His lips against yours, slow and hypnotizing you all over again. His mouth is a sweet poison you willingly claim. "Kenji better not approach you again. You hear me?" His tone is still soft even as the name that's turned his mood bad.

You nod quickly, wanting to keep Satoru happy,

It's all you ever wanted in all the time knowing him.

Whatever Satoru wanted, Satoru got. Your livelihood, your entire life, your every breath was his until the day he stopped you from breathing. But those thoughts made your heart break - none of those were good for the imaginary loving life you had with Satoru.

Your hands reach for him, bringing him down and spreading your thighs for him. Even as your innards complained about being given more time to rest before letting him inside of you again.

You were going to listen to your owner after all. Satoru only ever had to tell you something once.

He stopped repeating himself to you a long tie ago and started acting on all of his threats to those he didn't want in your life.

The conversation is set in stone for you, no longer running over and over in your mind as you go down the shopping trip.

The sun is high. The breeze is nice. A lovely time to do shopping.

Your sunglasses perched on your nose as you enjoyed your day. Spending and flaunting Satoru’s money, the bags from different luxury stores hanging off from your left hand as you held you phone up to your ear with the other one - hoping to meet with a friend at a cafe of her choice.

Nothing can prepare you for when your name is called out from behind and your mind goes blank as you turn your head, lips trembling as the brassy blonde waves to you with a wide grin - his girlfriend right next to him with a smile. Your heart was already tight with pain. Behind them are the two men that always follow you and relay every detail of your day onto the man who owned you; one of them already raising their phone to their ear.

You exhale shakily and fresh tears roll across your waterline. "Hi, Kenji..."

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"Oh! My bad! Sorrysorry, no frog killing, I promise!" She swears, holding up her hands innocently, finally giving the other some peace alone after that.

She's surprised to see Lethe again that evening, and even more so to see her with a clean plate and feedback as requested. Tempest perks up and nods enthusiastically, "More flour - You're absolutely right! Thank you, Letty. How is your book?"

"No, WAIT-" A second hand shoots through the opening to grab Tempest before she has a chance to leave. "I do not want frog legs. Or a cat's tail. That was a joke." Not the funny kind of joke, granted, but Lethe has never been known to be funny. Slowly she releases her hold on Tempests' sleeve, though she's still glaring daggers. "Yes, do leave me. And don't kill any frogs."

She disappears into the tent with the air of slamming a non-existent door. Most nights, that would be the last anyone sees of Lethe; this time she reappears some time later. "Too moist", she announces stiffly, putting the (empty) plate in the basin for dirty dishes. "The peaches were moist, so you need more flour."

[leif-the-moth]

Intro: Wsp I'm Milo and I like Steven Adler.. duhꨄ and OMG FIRST FANFIC WOW. Anywayyy warnings are down below and I hope you enjoy. If you don't wanna read after the warnings just click off, I understand!! Love you guys♥

(WARNING: this fic has drunk characters, smut, dirty language, and cussing. ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18. Enjoy loves!!♥)

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❥𝒚/𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒗★

I walked into the foggy and crowded bar. It smelled of booze and sex. I saw the band playing Guns n Roses playing as she walked in more from the door. I'd been dating the drummer for over three months. God I was crazy for him. Steven "popcorn" Adler.. and he was all mine. They call him popcorn cause of his hair. I loved watching it bounce and move as he played or got exited and jumped up and down. I was crazy for him as he was crazy for me. I walked to the bar and ordered my drink as always. "May I please have a mimosa with fruit juice? No ice" I said in a gentle but loud tone. I looked up at the drummer and smiled softly at the thought of him. He's all mine, I get to love him all I want. My drink soon arrived, slowly taking a drink as my eyes wondered back to Steven's. He noticed me. I knew right then and there that boy was mine. After the boys got done played they thanked the crowd and went backstage. As Steven was heading back he whistled "hey Y/n!! Come on baby I'm waitin' for ya'" I blushed. Now everyone at this damn bar knows I'm with him. I giggle and chug my drink and go back there with him. One thing to know about me and drinks.. I'm a fucking lightweight. As I made my way backstage I talked to slash snd Axl for a bit then finally seeing Steven. God this man is a sight for sore eyes. I laughed softly at the sight of him chugging a beer with Izzy. I take the beer from his hands and kiss him softly on the lips. As our lips collide I can taste beer and sweat. It's like an explosion of love and lust, he's clearly drunk cause right as a kiss him he grabs my waist. I look up at the blonde boy holding me and smile. "Baby, you're already drunk without me" I say in a playful tone. He nodded slowly and whined. "I neeeeeedd you y/nnn please" he whined and groaned quietly. God he's gonna be the death of me. And besides... parties are boring anyway.

❥𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒗𑁍

Right after that kiss i knew i needed her. I needed her lips, her body, her smile, her moans, her everything. I whined as she separated so I protested against it. She gladly took my hand and dragged me to a private room in the back with a small red couch and some beers on the table. "Lay down and be a good boy~" she whispered to me. I nodded and complied to what she said and laid down on the small couch. I wasn't gonna put up fight, I'm high, wasted and horny. I'm in cloud nine at this point. Y/n starts to take my clothes off and I let her. I watched as she moved gently yet swiftly. She then slowly took her skimpy black top off and revealed her breast, no bra. Her body looked as if a goddess above sent her down from heaven. I slowly move my hand to touch her which gets swatted away. I groan in frustration, just wanting to touch her. "Baby please I need you and your body come in I'll be good-.." I whine quietly. She smirked and whispered in my ear, "if you're so good then call me what I want to hear." I whimper from the sudden change in mood and nod slowly. "Yes ma'm I understand.." I say understanding. All she had to do is tell me what to do and I'll do it. I'd do anything for this girl. I then beg quietly, getting nervous, "mommy, please may I touch you? Please please I'll be good-.." I beg just for a single touch. All she did was nod and I began to run my finger tips over her breast and nipples. I slowly ran my hand up and down her waist, smiling at the sight of her getting exited.

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I start getting exited as his hands runs up and down my body. i then slowly take his shirt off revealing his chest. I slowly go down and kiss his chest slowly and gently, knowing the blonde boy under me is sensitive. I work my way down his v-line and slowly in buckle his jeans as he whines and squirms. "Darling stop being so needy and let me take my time. Yes ma'm~?" he nodded quickly and stopped moving. I undid his jeans and pulled them down and looked at his boxers. They're wet with pre-cum as his bulge showed through. I looked at up at him as he bit his lip. I smirked and went down and slowly kissed his erection and ran my hand up and down his shaft. He whimpered.. it sounded like heaven, every sound my needy boy made, made me even more horny. I took my little shorts off and took my red laced panties off. I heard a groan escape Stevie's mouth. I cover his mouth and slowly hover over his tip. "God.. m-mommy please just fuck me~!" steven whined loudly. "Good boy using manners~" I say quietly. I slowly slide down on his shaft as he whimpers. I moan and lean my two hands on his chest. I then take it all, moaning as I tell Steven he can move. Steven slowly starts to move his hips up into my pussy. I groan, going up and down on his shaft as I praise him for being a good boy. I slowly kiss his swollen lips and move faster as he whimpers into the kiss. I put one hand in his hair gently pulling it. Receiving a light gasp escape from Steven's mouth. I felt it twitch inside me knowing he was close so I whispered the most dirtiest things into the blondes ear, "Good boy fucking mommy like this~.. your doing so good being so deep inside of me~... god you feel amazing don't stop~ fill me up~" I sighed into his ear. I felt a knot in my stomach, I knew I was close so I went faster. "Please let me cum~! Please I'm a good boy~!" Steven moaned loudly. All I had to do was nod as we both relaxed at the same time, we both rode our orgasms out.

❥𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒗✪

I rode my orgasm out with y/n. I've calmed down now that it's over. She slowly slid off my dick as I lie there exhausted. She licked it up with made me wince in pleasure. She folded my clothes on the table put her panties back on. I watched her move around the room as I grabbed two cigarettes and lit them both, smiling as I gave one to y/n. She grabbed it thanking me. I smiled weakly and put music on. The song "my kind of lover" (Billie squier) and smiled while smoking a cigarette. I loved the taste after a nice night of love and lust. I hummed to the beat of the song and slowly got up, getting dressed. I cuddled up to y/n and hugged her waist. I loved after care and she knows it. She tells me I did a good job and that I made her feel so good. I smile as a response and blushed at the thought of pleasing her. I'd do anything for this girl and knowing that I made her feel good makes me so happy. I lay there tired and starting to get a hang-over. I slowly close my eyes ready to nap with one thing on my mind... I'm in love with y/n. She's the girl I wanna be with forever.

~𝒯ℋℰ ℰ𝒩𝒟~

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❥ 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜

Non-idol! Shin Yuna x Athletic! F reader x Non-idol! Kim Minjeong: (University AU) Yuna is known for being the queen bee at school, while you seem to be her one-sided prized possession. This quickly changes Yuna’s mind when Minjeong seemingly takes her spotlight from you.

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Author's Note: SURPRISE GIRLY POPS... it's in caps cause I miss it here, ngl. Anywayyyyy, I'll probably be sleeping by the time this is released, but I seriously hope you all enjoy this after I've been away for so long🥹. Just remember, this is all fiction! OH, OH, and read the notes at the end, please!

On a typical Monday at the University, Shin Yuna, the campus queen, walked into her first class. She finds her friends on the left side of the large lecture hall, and she waves to them.

"Hey girlie," her best friend, Yeji, greets her with a hug. "So what’d I miss today?" Asking about the latest tea since Yuna starts her Mondays later than the other girls.

As the girls began gossiping, another group of girls began walking in, all of them tall. It was some of the girls on their school's basketball team were Yunjin, Kazuha, Aisha, Chaeyoung, and their captain Y/n.

While coming in, each girl held iced coffee in one hand and their duffle bags on the other shoulder. This made Yuna perk up at the presence of her long-time crush. From Y/n's peripheral view, she saw Yuna staring, which gave her a faint smile, which caused the girl to wave at her flirtatiously.

Yuna's friends notice and giggle at her usual antics. "I'll never understand why you won't ask the girl out. I know you preferred to be asked out, but c'mon," Lia tells her, and Yuna just smirks.

"Stand up, girlie," Ryujin jokes and laughs at the girl's bad mood. Yuna flails her hands lightly. "Don't worry; no one would dare try taking her away from me, and besides, I know how to get her attention."

"Sure you do," Chaeryeong says with much sarcasm. "Look, you know she only pays attention to you when you talk to her, and that's not even 50% of the time."

"Doesn't matter. I know how to get what I want."

The basketball team gathered in the school gym after classes, heading to the locker room to change. As they finished up, Yuna and her posse strolled in to watch, as was their usual routine. Almost on cue, Y/N emerged, dressed in a tight white tank top, purple basketball shorts, dark grey basketball shoes, and a messy bun.

Yuna, always forthright about her feelings, couldn't deny the effect watching Y/N practice had on her. She often wondered how she'd manage to keep her composure if they were ever alone in the gym.

"Yuna's here again, man," Aisha noted, nudging the captain, who acknowledged with a knowing look.

"Just ask her out already," Yunjin chimed in, giving Y/N a supportive pat on the back.

"I barely know her, dude. Besides, I'd want to be friends first before dating anyone. Yuna and I are like... acquaintance level," Y/N replied, shrugging off the suggestion but feeling the subtle tension in the air.

"Shhh, don't say that out loud. You'd break her heart," Chaeyoung jokes in a whisper tone. "I'd straight up tell her to be friends first. I like slow and steady relationships, not one I jump into."

"Preach, girl," Kazuha says as they high-five. "Alright, chop, chop, girls. Stretch, then drills, and practice defense today. We have a game coming up at the end of the week, and we need to be ready." Your husky voice echoed throughout the entire gym.

"God, she's so sexy, ugh~." Yuna was almost always sexually frustrated whenever she had her eyes on you. "What if you get her a drink, girly?" Chaeryeong suggested, and as if Yuna had a light bulb flicker, she goes out to a vending machine to buy a small blue Gatorade.

After 2 hours of practice, Yuna stayed behind as her girls left, and amongst the sea of athletes leaving the locker room, she found Y/n.

"Hey," Yuna greets her softly, "Oh, Yuna, what's up?" "I wanted to give this to you during practice, but I was kinda distracted. Sorry," She hands over the drink, making Y/n raise a brow. "Distracted from what?"

"I can't say," Yuna bites her lips with a lingering flirty tone. "Uhuh, right," Y/n says, catching on very quickly, "Thanks, though. This is my favorite drink."

She keeps the drink in her bag, "Sorry to cut this conversation super short, but I have to make it home by 6, so I really have to get going." Before the captain could even take a step, Yuna gave her a quick hug, shocking her a little. "See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you."

The next day, Yuna was late to her classes due to her oversleeping. In her own words, 'I'm already late, so why rush?' When she makes her way the to the classroom, she finds her group of friends some what mumbling to each other.

"What's going on?"

The group stops and goes silent while looking at Yuna, scared of what's to come. "We have to tell you something, but you can't be mad, okay?"

"Sure," Yuna drags out suspiciously. "Well, Principle Jinyoung asked some students to show newcomers around, and Y/n was one of them, and we heard one of them has been getting kinda close with her."

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"What?"

As Yuna was about to throw the biggest fit, Y/n was almost across the campus as she ended the tour of the new pair of students. Their names where Kim Minjeong and Kim Chaewon, the two were cousins. Y/n couldn't deny the two girls were attractive, but Minjeong's personality was drawing her in.

The jokes, random noises and faces, the care for her cousin, her mannerisms, everything put a genuine smile on Y/n's face. "I've been meaning to ask, do you guys have a cheer team? We wanted to try out."

"Uh, we do, and I believe tryouts are today since they're using the gym, but you should check with the cheer captain," Y/n tells them.

It was tryout time for the cheer squad, and as the team prepared, Minjeong and Chaewon stood among the lineup of eager teens. While Chaewon looked visibly anxious, Minjeong wore a confident expression, her smile radiating cheerfulness.

The cheer team entered the gym in full uniform, the last girl, presumably the captain, holding a clipboard with an air of authority. Standing in the center, she scanned each student with a critical eye, then began pointing. "You, you, you, and you. Leave, please. You're not making the cut. Thank you," she finished with a snarky tone that took the cousins by surprise. They hadn’t expected such bluntness.

"Now that I actually like what I see, let me start by introducing myself. My name is Shin Yuna, and I’m the team captain. This is the vice-captain, Hwang Yeji," she announced, motioning to the girl beside her.

"When we call your name, you will start immediately," Yuna continued, taking a seat behind the table along with the rest of the team. She began calling names, about 17 within the span of 10 minutes. Minjeong, keeping count, noted that around 9 people remained. Yuna was ruthless in her judgments, offering no second chances. A single mistake meant immediate dismissal.

"Look, as much as we need girls, there are only three spots open, and I need perfection. If you think you can't give that... well, leave now," Yuna declared, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Minjeong watched as four more students left, two girls and two boys, one of them on the verge of tears. She exchanged a determined look with Chaewon, her resolve only strengthening.

"And then there were five," one of the cheerleaders remarked mockingly.

"Kim Minjeong," Yuna called, her voice echoing through the gym.

She goes up into position, which Yuna considers, "she doesn't seem nervous, huh?" Ryujin asks, and Yuna smirks. She liked this girl already. On time, Y/n walks out of the small gym, into the main one, and stands on the far corner, making sure she isn't seen or noticed by anyone.

Y/n had decided to watch in support since their practice was cut short today. Her eyes travel to ,Minjeong who changed her outfit into a pair of black leggings and a light blue crop halter-neck tank top. Y/n's eyes couldn't help but roam around. Minjeong was beautiful, and the new attire accentuated her body.

When the music began Minjeong made sure to keep eye contact and perfect poise. Needless to say, she aced the dance and ends with a cocky pose.

This led the team to clap for her with smiles. "See, that's what I need to see!"

Minjeong bows back to the line, and Chaewon gives her a congratulating side hug.

After finding 'Yuna's perfect girls,' everyone applauds the new members of their team. "Kim Minjeong, Kim Chaewon, Ezaki Hikaru, welcome to J-Nation's cheer team."

The cousins begin jumping in joy, and when they do a little celebration dance, Minjeong hears some applause behind her. Chaewon looks and giggles at the sight of the basketball captain, clearly feeling the vibe that's going on between Minjeong and Y/n.

The newbie looks surprised to see the unexpected later at their tryouts. "Y/n-ssi? What are you doing here?" Minjeong begins to fix her hair subconsciously. "I decided to support you girls since practice ended early. You did amazing, by the way, very fierce," Y/n teases her, and Minjeong's face goes flush.

While the three spoke, Lia peeps them and nudges Yuna a little.

"What?" Lia points over at them, and what once was a happy Yuna was now visibly annoyed. "Well, I guess I found out who the little rat is, and instead of trying to catch her, she's coming to me."

Yuna's annoyance turned into an evil grin, and Ryujin didn't like the look what so ever, "What are you planning now?"

"Oh, just to make her life on the team a living hell until she quits herself."

"Minjeong-ssi, it's nice to see you," Yuna approaches the girl who was getting ready to leave the room, packing up her laptop. "Oh, hello, Yuna," a sweet smile stayed on the new girl's face.

"Well, I forgot to text you guys last month, but we have a tradition on the cheer team," Yuna said, her tone deceptively sweet. When the topic of cheer came up, Minjeong gave her full attention. "The new girls have to do a one-on-one practice with the team. Think of it as a trial and error practice to see if you can handle it," she continued, her voice dripping with faux kindness.

Minjeong, having already witnessed Yuna's less-than-angelic side, found the act rather bizarre and unnerving.

Just then, Y/N approached the duo, Chaewon and Aisha trailing behind her. "Hey, Yuna. Jeongie, are we going to that coffee shop now?" Y/N asked, her eyes bright with anticipation. Chaewon and Aisha, tall and friendly, had quickly bonded with the group during their campus tour.

Yuna's irritation was palpable, especially at the sound of the new nickname Y/N had given Minjeong. She forced a smile, trying to mask her annoyance. "Wow, you guys just met recently and you're already on a nickname basis?" she joked, though her tone hinted at her underlying frustration.

Y/N shrugged casually. "I came up with the name when I walked home with her after your tryouts on Tuesday. Turns out she lives on the same block as me, and I've been giving her rides to school for the past few days." The explanation was simple, but it only served to deepen Yuna's annoyance, her forced smile slipping a bit at the edges.

"I'll see you at practice, Yuna." Chaewon's face goes into confusion as they leave Yuna. "We have practice today?"

"Yuna said the team had a tradition where they do a one-on-one trial and error practice with new team members." This makes Aisha and Y/n look at each other, "they have a tradition?"

Minjeong was now as confused as Chaewon by now, "they don't?"

"I mean, not that we know of, at least," Y/n agrees with Aisha, finding it a bit weird. 'Isn't it too late for a trail and error practice?' Minjeong and the other two have been on the team for about a month already, so it just made no sense to her.

"No worries though, we have a team meeting at 5 pm so I can wait till your practice ends to drop you home."

"Thanks, Y/N," the captain said, gratitude evident in her tone. Y/N simply smiled and shrugged, brushing it off as no big deal.

Meanwhile, back in the school cafeteria, Yuna stormed in, fuming. She plopped down angrily, her face a mask of frustration. "I literally hate her," she seethed.

Everyone knew exactly who she was referring to. Chaeryeong, always the voice of reason, sighed. "I hate to admit it, Yuna, but no matter what you throw at her, she's one tough cookie to crack."

Yuna scowled, hating that Chaeryeong was right. Over the past few weeks, she'd tried everything to wear Minjeong down. She nitpicked every little thing the newcomer did, sabotaged her at every opportunity, and targeted her relentlessly during practice. But no matter what Yuna did, Minjeong remained an outstanding cheerleader with incredible stamina and flexibility, traits that earned her the admiration of the rest of the team.

On the basketball team's third game of the season, Y/N scored an impressive 32 points. As Yuna moved to congratulate her, Minjeong beat her to it, handing Y/N a red Gatorade with a proud smile. Yuna seethed inwardly, feeling her efforts to undermine Minjeong continually thwarted.

Unlike Y/n's reaction to Yuna, she had a wide grin when getting the drink from Haewon. She even opened it in an instant, "My favorite drink AND flavor? You’re on the top of my favorite people list, Minjeong," is what Y/n said, and if looks could kill, Yuna would've killed the shorter girl instantly.

"Look, I don't care if I have to hurt someone. I will do it," the rest of the girls unnoticeably move away a little, scared of Yuna.

Nearing the end of the day, Minjeong was the first and only one in the gym. She had been waiting 30 minutes and thought about leaving several times, until Yuna came in.

Alone...

"Yuna? Where are the other girls?" Minjeong stood there, clutching the straps of her bag nervously. "They aren't coming," the latter said with a clear, devious smile on her face. "See, I'm starting to have a slight problem with you, Minjeong."

Minjeong stands like a statue, not even daring to move, as Yuna wanders to the gym equipment closet. "You are getting to close to something I want," Yuna continues, pulling something out of the room, causing Minjeong's face to go pale.

She pulled out a wooden bat.

Peering over her shoulder, Yuna shows an irritated face, "Scratch that. You have something that belongs to me."

"Yuna-ssi, I can give it back to you if that's the issue. What is it? I'll give it right now," Minjeong begins to frantically look through her bag for something the girl may have owned, but unsuccessfully found nothing.

That was until Yuna spoke, "Oh really? You can stay away from her then?" Now she was getting it, the signs should've been clear to her from the beginning. Every time she was in school with Y/n, she found Yuna in the vicinity, always wearing an angry look on her. The training she put her through, the harsh words thrown at her, it was all because Yuna wanted Y/n to herself.

"I'm sorry Yuna, Y/n is her own person. I can't help it if she wants to be friends with me," Minjeong said trying to defend herself but Yuna only found those words angering her. "Well, if you can't... I can definitely make you."

As Yuna is about to swing the bat, Minjeong does her best to cover her head and closes her eyes, waiting for the impact. That never came though.

All she heard was a painful grunt and loud impact. Opening her eyes, she was met with Y/n's closed ones with heavy breathing. "Now what the hell do you think you're doing Yuna?!" Y/n's voice evidently grew in anger as her voice boomed throughout the entire gym.

In shock, Yuna drops the bat and tries to grab the athlete's arm. This caused Y/n to swing her arm while trying to get Yuna's hand off, that led to Yuna falling on the floor due to the strong force.

"Y/n I'm sorry-"

"You're sorry? You could've seriously hurt her Yuna! Have you gone crazy?"

Yuna begins to tear up. No one had ever seen you angry, not this angry at least, and for the first time Yuna was terrified. For two reasons, your anger, and possibly losing you because of her stupid decisions.

"I didn't want her to take you from me," Yuna pleads but the girl scoffs at her. "You never had me, now do us a favor and leave us alone you crazy bitch," Y/n dragged Minjeong out of the gym and those words broke Yuna's heart. She knew that Y/n wasn't gonna forgive her, finally accepting defeat from this one-sided battle with Minjeong.

"Are you out of your mind? You could've been seriously hurt, Y/N. Your team still needs you," Minjeong finally spoke as they reached the parking lot. Her voice was laced with concern and frustration, her eyes scanning Y/N for any signs of injury.

"Minjeong, you could've ended up in a coma, and you're worried about me? You don't even want to report her," Y/N shot back, her voice rising with each word. Minjeong sighed deeply, understanding Y/N's protectiveness but feeling the weight of guilt pressing down on her. She couldn't stand the thought of Y/N getting hurt because of her, yet she also wanted to avoid further conflict with Yuna.

"Besides, I wouldn’t mind getting hurt for someone I care about," Y/N mumbled, but Minjeong heard every word loud and clear.

"Seriously? You just got hit by a bat, and you can say things like that?" Minjeong's eyes widened in disbelief. 

Y/N chuckled, the sound light despite the situation. "Well, thankfully, the pain is wearing off. Yuna doesn’t exactly have the strength to do much damage to me."

Minjeong playfully hit Y/N's shoulder, shaking her head with a small laugh. But then her expression turned serious, her eyes locking onto Y/N's with a mix of worry and determination. "You really need to be more careful. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"I- I like you too," she blurts out, feeling the embarrassment creep on on her face. This washes away when she feels Y/n's hand on her chin, pulling her in for a kiss. Minjeong savored it, pulling your neck to close the gap in between your bodies. As their lungs screamed for help, their lips separated followed by heavy breathing.

Y/n laughs in giddiness.

"How about we get ice cream Jeongie?" Minjeong nods, "I'd like that." The two head to the ice cream parlor, ending their night as a newly formed couple. Minjeong sits in the car with Y/n, parked right in front of her house.

Minjeong smiles at the thought of officially being with the tall girl and Y/n takes notice of the smile. "What's up with that cheeky grin of yours?"

"It just makes me think, it's the queen b's loss, huh?"

Note: Since this is somewhat of a beginning to a fresh start, feel free to send kpop reqs, random anons for a good chat, or just lmk if you wanna be on the future tag lists!

[lovepvnch]

She squeaks again before leaning forward to get a look at the little fiend. She trusts Amay wouldn't summon anything to hurt her, so she has little fear leaning close to the latest critter in camp, "Oh, hi, Behemoth!" She hovers her hand, "Can I scratch your ears? They're very cute."

She beams at Amay again, giving the imp gentle scritches if it allows, "That's so neat how you can call them like that! You're so cool, Ames. If I could call my Mudbug, I'd introduce you two, but he's just a normal dog. No wings or magic. We'll have to arrange a meeting once we're closer to the city!"

Amay has never seen someone so happy to see Behemoth. People who weren't used to imps usually weren't very kind to them (they were fiends, after all, and they were known to be aggressive against anyone that crossed their path) and people -- other devils -- who were used to imps saw them as nothing but scum at the bottom of the food chain. Just like him. "Those are good names. I like Puddlebug."

"Okay." With a swift motion of his hand and a few words in infernal, he summons his buddy Behemoth. "Here's Behemoth. Say hi Behemoth."

[lovepvnch]

do you stick your head into everyone's business, or just mine?

GRUMPY VS. SUNSHINE TROPE

Tempest blinks. Is that what she's doing? She guesses that's one way to put it. She beams at Katya when she answers, "Everyone! But it's your turn tonight.

"I wanted to see if you'd like to do your nails with me," she says, holding up the small pouch of supplies she brought with her to visit the werewolf's tent. "Yours are so-" She makes a clawing motion with her hand. "Sharp! They'd be fun to pamper. Filing those jagged edges, giving those cuticles a little clean, maybe a little bit of color if I have your favorite... I bet I could make them even sharper, if you'd like!"

She waggles the bag, "Girls night?"

[vinetae]

BTS Kim Seokjin Fic Recs List

!Credits to the owners!

Date: October 26th, 2022

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Seven Moons - KSJ (Smut, Timelord!au)

Pairing: Timelord!ksj x Reader

Genre: fantasy!e2l/s2l

Summary: When Kim Seokjin's betrothed ditches Mikronysus for Earth, he rakes through the continents to bring her back. At last, he believes to have found her when his tracker picks up on a tremendous amount of energy coming from the Midwest. After initiating the process to bring her back, he's shocked to find you in his quarters, a struggling businesswoman from Kansas City, instead of his runaway bride. To get you back home, he's got to make a trade. But when it comes to you, will he be able to go through with it?

Release Date: Nov. 18

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Finish Line - KSJ (Smut, PwP, CEO!Jin x brat!reader)

pairing: CEO!Jin x brat!reader

genre(s): smut, absolute filth, pwp... I am sorry

au(s): sugar daddy au

word count: 750

warnings: sexual tension, going for car rides (*ahem*), daddy kink, excessive use of petnames, fingering, spanking, clit slapping, unprotected sex (put your hubcap on b4 you rev up ok), breast play, c*m tasting, brat tamer Jin (he's mean but it's sexyyyy)

rating: NC17

summary: you challenge Jin to a race...first one to the finish line wins big.

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(This had no tittle so i'll give it one) THIS IS A DOOZY-

Unexpected Things - KSJ (Smut, Age gap!au, Dubcon/non-con age gap)

Summary: Classic powerful ceo seokjin×unwilling student reader!He goes to a university to deliever an inspiring speech,reader caughts his eyes,he stalks and gets obessed with her,promises her to get a job in his company but makes her a trophy wife.10-11 year age gap.

[ genre : smut ]

[ content warning : dubcon/noncon age gap (reader is 24 and seokjin is 34/35 he has a few strands of grey lmao), trophy wife (ig idk), slight dumbification, breeding, virginity loss, size difference, cervix fucking THIS IS A MESS]

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KSJ || Needs

wc: 676w

pairing: coworker!jin x fem!reader

summary: You and your coworker habitually blow off steam by getting steamy.

tags: pure smut (18+), in media res, switchy, fwb

warnings: begging, possessive reader, needy seokjin, fingering (f), praise kink, breastplay, vocal kink, unprotected sex*(don't do this), creampie

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Couples Retreat ~ KSJ [M] [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count: 6.1K

↬↬↬Genre: Fluff, smut (fluffy smut) mentions of cheating Namjoon, fluff, a TINY angst

↬↬↬Pairing: Seokjin x reader

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good girl ⤑ ksj ft. myj ∙ pjm | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 accidentally walking in on your boyfriend’s flatmate, min yoonji, and her boyfriend park jimin, was probably the best thing you’d ever done. 〞pwp au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: seokjin x reader x yoonji x jimin

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut • some fluff

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 23k : )

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠:  hard dom!seokjin, hard dom!yoonji, sub!jimin, sub!reader, big cock!seokjin, thick cock!jimin, possessiveness, foursomes, lots of bdsm themes, lesbian sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mistress kink, sir kink, pegging, masturbation: female, praise, pussy eating, teasing - so much fucking teasing, edging, wet & messy sex, sex toys, masturbation, pussy slapping, bondage, blindfolding, gagging, dirty talk, degradation, praise, did i mention teEASING? and edGING?, nipple play, temperature/ice play, fingering, multiple orgasms, cum eating, orgasm control, orgasm denial, overstimulation, pussy slapping, handjobs, hair pulling, cock sucking, throat fucking, deepthroating, cum eating, cum swapping, cum smearing like rubbing cum into a body, spitting, slight choking, cum swallowing, also spit swallowing, lots of neediness, listen there’s so much edging and orgasm denial in this im surprised i haven’t gone mad, cum shots, cumplay, masturbation: male, rough breast/nipple play, biting, marking, scratching, joint pussy eating, grinding, unprotected sex, rough sex, doggy style, riding, reverse cowgirl, two doms fuck each other n fight to have the upper hand, ass eating, anal fingering, anal sex, reader gets strapped, double penetration, multiple orgasms, squirting, anal creampie eating, forced orgasms, creampie, aftercare ᵘʷᵘ ˘ ³˘

(a/n): Y-you have been warned....

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[lostinthe-jojos]

❥Mikey with a taller gf headcanons

❥I've seen. 0 content for this so I guess I'll make it myself? I love a short king♡ Pls I'd love to hear your thoughts on this.

☆For the record, Mikey is 1,62m tall or 5' 3" I think. I don't know how feet and inches work, sorry¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You used to be in Baji's class and were a good friend of his, you helped him out when he didn't pass and even tutored him every now and then.

One day, as a way to repay you, he invites you for a snack at this new cafe that opened recently and you immediately accept.

Your relationship with Baji is more similar to that of siblings, but Mikey knows his dear friend doesn't have any siblings, so when he spots him being friendly with some girl, he decides he needs to know who's that and how you got him to behave.

When he walks up to your table, Baji immediately introduces him and the moment Mikey looks at you, he can't help but think how pretty and cool you were. Baji and you invite him to join you two and he immediately agrees, sitting next to Baji just so he can face you.

The two of you immediately hit it off and Mikey feels drawn to you, to your personality and your presence. He can't tell yet, but he's crushing on you already.

When the three of you stand up to pay, his eyes widen when he realizes just how much taller than him you were. He actually has to look up to you. But it's also that moment when he realizes that actually yeah, he might have a crush on you.

Baji notices how considerably shorter Mikey is compared to the two of you and makes fun of him.

"It's like we took our child out for some ice-cream!" He says and laughs.

You can't help but smile at his comment, but ruffle Mikey's hair and tell him to ignore him. The poor guy feels like now he gets why his big brother was girl crazy. He has to fight the blush from covering his entire face when you grab him by the wrist, pulling him with you to wait outside for Baji— who is still laughing at his own jokes— to pay.

From then on, Mikey seems to make it mission to go to Baji's school, "coincidentally" running into you as well. Draken is quick to notice his friend's crush on you and was a bit worried about you not feeling the same for him, since he's heard that girls always like taller boys.

But the way you look at Mikey is all he needs for his worries to disappear. He can tell you like Mikey and enjoy having him around. The two start to invite you to hang out with them and soon after, you meet Emma and Hina.

You confide in Emma about your crush on Mikey and she squeals in happiness, gushing about how cute the two of you would be together and immediately after, spills that her brother likes you too.

And you're the one to confess. Draken, Mikey and you were supposed to hang out together but Draken never appears, leaving you and Mikey alone to spend the afternoon. The two of you are at the docks, eating some snacks and watching the sunset when you tell him that you like him.

He looks at you like you're the most precious thing in the universe and tells you that he feels the same.

Neither of you care about your height difference and you find it endearing actually.

You like to rest your chin on his head while hugging him from behind while you're hanging out with his friends. They might tease him about it but they find you two adorable.

Whenever Mikey gets a little worked up, you throw him over your shoulder and carry him away, leaving whoever he was arguing with quite astounded.

You and Draken take turns in carrying him when he falls asleep after eating. He likes that you care so much for Mikey.

Ever since Mikey found out how comfortable your lap is, he'll take any chance to sit in your lap with his head resting in your shoulder or chest. That's his favorite spot. He's never told you but it makes him feel safe and loved. He adores the way you play with his soft hair until he falls asleep.

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[lovepvnch]

"I believe you!" she says enthusiastically. Tempest would be willing to bet Amatista is a wonder.

She starts giggling when Amatista pinches her cheek and her response comes out as a bit of a lisp as a result, "Oooo-kayyy, I'll keep speculashion to myshelf, jush let me know if anyone boffers you. It'sh rude!"

She huffs a little as Tempest pokes her cheek, but she can't help but smile at the girls positive words and disposition. She did certainly have no small amount of suitors back in the feywilds, and even when she would occasionally visit the mortal planes. She knew she was pretty by many standards. But it seemed her kindness made others mistake her as innocent in one too many ways.

" While the thought is appreciated, I hardly think they would believe you. After all, how would you TRULY know what my love life or lack thereof would be like, correct? "

She shook her head, loving the confidence Tempest had, in and out of bed apparently. She reached over and cupped her face, smiling fondly at her before pinching her cheeks lightly in return for the poke earlier.