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[snnynatural]

❛  I’m  sorry ,  you  don’t  enjoy  being  teased ?  ❜ It's purred into her ear, his grin practically audible, while his hand continues to slide up her thigh. Under the table they're seated at. Aren't they careful, someone might notice.

𝑻��𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 .    (   a  series  of  nsfw  prompts ,  separated  by  quotes   &   acts .   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one  who  posted  the  meme .  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts  )

sonny  was  having  a  hard  time  keeping  still.  nearly  squirming  in  her  seat  with  the  way  cain  was  treating  her  tonight.  whispered  words  leaving  chills  down  her  spine.  his  hand  inching  higher,  she  was  sure  he  could  feel  the  warmth  beginning  to  radiate  just  between  her  legs.  throat  suddenly  dry  as  she  tried  to  keep  a  straight  face.  as  if  nothing  was  happening.  that  cain  wasn't  about  to  do  the  unthinkable  in  a  semi  public  setting.  his  touch  definitely  not  causing  her  brain  to  swirl.  no,  nope.  definitely  not.  okay  yes.  her  body  already  craving  for  more  of  him  as  it  took  action  without  conversing  with  her  logical  side.  legs  slowly  spreading.  almost  welcoming  him  to  where  he  shouldn't  be.  not  at  this  second.  “you're  an  asshole.”  her  own  words  whispered  back,  with  a  hint  of  a  grin  and  shake  of  her  head.  taking  his  hand  in  hers  as  she  inched  it  higher  until  it  was  pressed  against  her.  now  sure  he  could  feel  her  want.

[tagtesthoe]

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⛧° will you be my prom date? - hoo boys °⛧

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content: headcannons for my favorite boys of how they would ask you on a date!

warnings: cursing, non-estabilished relationship, slight sexual allusions (nothing too NSFW), friends with benefits, characters are all 18+,

a/n: i had this idea in the middle of portuguese class and i loved it so now i'm writing cause i'm independent MUAHAHAHA- jk jk i'm fine (questionable) annd i already started writing that fic i told u guys about... it'll be good, i hope

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⛧Jason Grace

He does not know how to ask a girl out.

Like, he has no fucking clue on how to do that. You see, he's a perfectionist in absolutely everything in his life, and would be no less concerned with his girl. Who, by the way, is not his girl. 'Yet', he keeps telling himself that.

So, of course that he has to have the most perfect plan of all on how to ask you out to prom.

He'd do absolutely averything to make you feel safe and loved, so when you told him a few weeks before that the most expected experience of your school-life was THE prom, he took that as a subtle cue that you wanted him to invite you to go with him.

It indeed was, but you would never tell that to anyone.

Of course, the first person he thinks to go to is Piper, since she knows you and she's a daughter of Aphrodite. Especially because of that last one.

So of course she advises him on how she thinks it's the best way to invite you to prom.

One day, you had a evening date on top of the Zeus cabin - you both found a spot that you could throw some blankets and lay down together, watching the stars. It was almost on routine, but tonight he was very much anxious.

"Right there it's Andromeda. There, Orion and a little bit further down, right there, it's Pegasus." You say, pointing the constelations to him as you always did. But tonight, he wasn't staring at the night sky. He was staring at you.

How could you be so beautiful with those soft lips, those cute cheeks, that kissable nose, those always happy eyes... you were just too beautiful. And it was just amazingly cute how your eyes shined and your smile got even brighter when you were talking about something you liked.

So he decided to just fuck the whole plan up. Which was definetly something that the Normal Jason would ever do, but this was Madly-In-Love Jason. He'd do it, for you.

"You wanna go to prom with me? Like, as my date?" He'd ask you. You snapped your head towards him as if you hadn't heard it quite right.

"Um... what?" You asked, confused it he really meant what he just asked.

"Do. You. Want. To. Go. To. Prom. With. Me?" He asked pausedly, making sure you understood. You felt your cheeks burn bright red and a smile creep up your lips.

You leaned forwards and connected your lips in a soft and tender kiss, giving him the answer he needed. "Thought you'd never ask."

⛧° Percy Jackson

He only discovered that the prom was gonna happen one week before it did.

And that's when it clicks to him why you're being all weird and evasive, refusing his kisses, hugs and the 'i need you rn' texts.

Sure you were just friends with benefits, but still hurt you quite a lot that he didn't even bother to ask you to check if you were even going to the prom.

Little did you know he had no idea there was going to be a prom.

So when he texted you this morning with a ‘meet me at the aquarium in twenty.’ you considered ignoring him. But maybe he was finally going to apologize, you hoped.

The first thing you saw when you got to the aquarium that was the usual spot of your dates, he was there holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He wasn’t looking at you, instead he was looking at the mirror, fixing his… not messy hair?

That’s when you noticed. He was in a freaking tuxedo, which was a sight for sore eyes, his usually messy hair was all gelled up and he looked… even more handsome than usual.

When he looked at you, a smile immediately crept up his lips, and you were suddenly feeling weird in that old pair of jeans and a baby blue cropped. Still, he looked like he had never seen anything prettier than you.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He said and walked towards you, kissing your cheek softly. You smiled and blushed, forgetting for a moment that you were still mad at him. He handed you the flowers, which you took gratefully from his hands.

When you looked up at him again, he seemed… guilty about something. He wasn’t even looking at you in the eye when he sighed and pulled you close to him, hugging your body.

“I’m so sorry, y/n/n, i’m so, so sorry. I swear i didn’t know that the prom was coming, i just- i’m sorry for being such an airhead.” He said, giving multiple kisses to the top of your head.

“It’s ok. I’m not mad anymore.” You said, smiling at the boy in front of you. “How can i even be mad when you literally call me to an aquarium in which you are in a freaking tuxedo?” Your asked, kissing his lips softly.

“Really? You forgive me?” He asked, his eyes hopeful.

“Of course i do.” You said. Then, you raised one hand to his hair and muffled it, making all messy again. “And i prefer your hair in its normal rebel condition.”

He smiled as you walked towards the aquarium that you two had visited multiple times before. The place of your first kiss, the first holding hands, the first date…

But when you got near the fish tank, he asks you to stop and close your eyes, so that’s what you do.

Five minutes later, he comes back to your side and smiles, “You can open it now.”

And when you opened… well, all the fish in the tank were in a formation that said ‘Prom?’, and your smile instantly brightened. The boy next to you had the biggest smile ever seen on earth’s surface, and it was the cutest thing ever.

“Of course i’ll go to prom with you, dumbass.” You said, pulling him down by his collar and giving him a very passionate kiss.

⛧° Leo Valdez

He just let life tell him the right moment.

Literally, he couldn’t care less to whether you both were going to the prom or not. He just wanted to make you happy as always.

So when he discovered that you indeed wanted to go to prom, he made his life’s most important work until this day: a metal rose that, when you pressed a button to the side, opened to a message of ‘Do you wanna go to prom with me?’ that he knew you’d like.

He made it and triple checked it, just to be sure it’d work. It did work, but he couldn’t keep the thought that probably something was gonna be ruined with his bad luck.

So, one day, he was in bunker nine, covered in grease and soot, his hair messy and a little oiled up. He had just finished the rose-mission and was getting his stuff together before leaving to cabin nine so he could take a shower and change into clean clothes.

That’s until you ruined his plans and came in unexpectedly.

“Leo?” You asked, getting inside the hot bunker. Lots of projects were in the table, on the walls and even on the floor. Lots of weird materials that you didn’t quite know the name to were spread all over the place. It was actually cute.

“Mi amor, is it you?” He asked, leaving the shadows to a very smiley, pretty and happy you. He thanked the gods that he had taken the rose out of his work table before you got there.

“Yeah, it is. Whatcha doing?” You asked, sitting down in a pouf that you told him to put there, moths before.

“Just, uh… some weird Leo Valdez stuff, y’know.” He said, jokingly.

When he looked back at you, the tip of his nose caught fire. You were just… ethereal. Just sat there, looking around his work, hair pulled back in a messy braid, the small little pout that you always seemed to have in your lips…

He needed to do that right now.

Right now it’s the perfect moment.

Hell, every moment is the perfect moment. As long as it’s with you.

“Hey, princesa, i made something for you. I don’t know if you’ll like it, but, uh… yeah.” He said, getting closer and crouching down in front of you.

He took the metal rose out of his pocket and handed it to you. Your face immediately turned into a bright smile, grabbing the rose from his hand and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Aw, honey, thank you! It’s so pretty!” You said, amazed by the beauty of the metal in front of you.

“Just, hm..” He said as he pressed a button in the back of the rose.

Thanks the gods, Tyche decided to be on his side today.

It occurred just right in the way he planned. The rose opened slowly, revealing a small little message. When you read it - with difficulty from the dyslexia -, your eyes watered.

You pulled him in for a hug, not caring it he was all greasy and sweaty and dirty. “Yes! Of course i will, babe!” She said, giving kisses all over his face.

“Te quiero, princesa.” He whispered and kissed you again.

⛧° Frank Zhang

He was nervous.

His hands were all sweaty and he wasn’t sure if you were going to accept the prom invite.

Fine, you were almost dating by now. But what if you stopped liking him? What if you found someone else? What if you hated him? What if-

Well, he was overthinking. A lot. And he just wished everything would go smoothly, and definitely not wrong. Nope. Anything is gonna go wrong here, folks.

You’re going to a little date dinner in the evening, you’ll can’t about your days and, in the end, he’ll ask you to be his prom date. Everything will be completely okay.

And at the beginning it really was. He got himself to calm down and was relatively fine, compared to earlier, and you just talked together at the beach, talking about your days.

The whole problem began when you mentioned the subject ‘prom’.

Oh, look at his hands getting all sweaty again.

He’s kind of scared, but he forces himself to ask you the question anyways.

“Hey, y/n, i was w-wondering if… if you-“ Before he got to finish, the boy got so nervous he transformed himself into a dog.

Why a dog, you ask? Because he remembered one day that you mentioned to him that dogs were your favorite animal on the world.

And he never forgets anything that you tell him about yourself.

But he got so, so embarrassed, thinking that he had ruined every chance that he had with you.

Little did he knew you just fell in love even more.

When he shifted back into his human form, you were still giggling, and he was super embarrassed about the situation.

“I’m sorry, i… i kinda shift when i got nervous..” He mumbled under his breath, looking at his hands.

You chuckled a little more and pulled him to you, giving him a kiss to the cheek. “It’s okay. Now, what were you gonna ask me?”

“Uh… do you… do you wanna go to prom with me?” He asked the question, and your smile just brightened. You kissed him in the lips now and felt him melting onto your lips.

“Of course, big guy.”

a/n: i kinda liked it???? like what. oh, thank you SO MUCH ALL OF YOU CAUSE I REACHED TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY LIKES LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??? LIKE, I MADE MY DIRST POST THREE DAYS AGO, TOPS!! Im just so proud and thankful, i love you all! my 24 besties 😭😭

[alucards-gf]

Temptation

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Vlad dracula tepes x reader

Author Note : hii everyone I haven’t written anything in about a year so I’m definitely a bit rusty, this takes place about 5 years after Lisa’s passing. Vlad is definitely a bit ooc and some things maybe be far fetched but I hope you enjoy <3 feedback is appreciated

Trigger Warnings: gender neutral reader, mentions of blood, betrayal, Vlad and reader have slight argument but a guarantee happy ever after. Self doubt ( I do believe that is everything, if anything else lmk. )

In the dimly lit room, you watched him with concern as he sat in a corner, his eyes fixed on the darkness outside the window. Vlad was a vampire, cursed with a thirst for blood that he struggled to control. Years ago he never thought much about drinking blood, but this coming year its all he could think about. You knew that he would never drink blood from you, no matter how much you insisted. He feared losing control and hurting you,even in the depths of his own hunger. For a while, he refused to feed off anything - not animals, not humans. His refusal to nourish himself left him weak and on the brink of collapse, but he remained stubborn in his decision to protect you from his vampiric urges. You couldn't bear to see him suffer this way. You pleaded with him, confronted him, begged him to help himself. But he wouldn't hear about it. He was determined to remain steadfast in his resolve, no matter the cost. It was evident why he had given up drinking blood – the pain of losing his first love, the ache of her absence lingered even five years later.

He professed his love for you and assured he had moved on, but there are moments when doubt creeps in. Yet, amidst it all, his affection shines through in the gentleness of his touches, the coolness of his kisses, and the sincerity of his actions. In those moments, you can sense the depth of his love, reassuring you of your place in his heart, even as traces of his past love story still twine with his present. With a gentle hush in your steps, you approached his chair, almost certain that he sensed your presence long before you made a sound. As you softly spoke his name, "Vlad honey? Are you coming to bed soon?" You knew well that sleep eluded him, but the comforting routine of bedding down together drew you close. The anticipation of your impending wedding day hung sweetly in the air, echoed by the delicate glint of the engagement ring he meticulously fashioned with you in mind. You put your hand on his shoulder for comfort and waited for his response.

As the clock struck midnight, Vlad's silhouette was still illuminated by the glow of the fireplace. Concerned, you tried to give him a kiss on the cheek, not before noting the tired lines etched on his face. "You shouldn't be up this late, dear. You know how cranky you are in the morning, and we have a big day ahead of us," . Vlad responded, usually attentive to your words, replied airily, dismissing your concern.

"You didn't answer the question, Vlad," you mumbled, puzzled by his behavior. The air in the room felt heavy with unspoken words, and Vlad's distant gaze made you uneasy. Suddenly, he stood up, his imposing height towering over you, and guided you out of his study. "I'll come to bed later," he reassured you, his voice carrying a weight you couldn't quite place. As he bid you goodnight, his parting words lingered in the silence of the hallway. "Please get some rest. I'll see you in a bit." His cryptic promise sent shivers down your spine, leaving you to wonder what secrets hid behind the facade of his usual composed demeanor. With a heavy heart, you retired to bed, the mystery of Vlad's late-night pursuits weighing on your mind like an unshakeable shadow.

As you climbed back into bed with your emotions swirling in your head like a whirlwind, you consciously tried to push aside the questions about why he had acted the way he did. Deep down, you had theories but your understanding of vampires was limited, especially when it came to someone like him. He was no ordinary vampire, he was the king of vampires, he was Dracula. The way he defied common vampire traits by not burning in sunlight and surviving without the need for blood for five whole years, as today marked the anniversary, left you perplexed of to why he wouldn't let you help him. Why he just wouldn't indulge himself and drink blood. It didn't even have to be from you. You were worried for him.

'were you not enough to help him, what was wrong with him?'

You were deep in thought, replaying the recent events in your mind when Vlad's voice jolted you back to reality.

"You know I can hear your thoughts, right darling." His voice was soft, almost teasing. You turned to see him standing there, his piercing gaze locked on you.

You tried to mask your surprise but failed as Vlad cleared his throat and sat on the edge of the bed. He patted a spot beside him, silently urging you to join him. Feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension, you obliged and sat down, keeping your eyes fixed on him.

"Please, allow me to explain my behavior these past couple of hours," Vlad said, his tone sincere. "I know I may have seemed distant, but it's not because of you. It's something that has been weighing on me for some time now."

you grabbed his cold hand and gave him a gentle squeeze, he squeezed your hand in return drew in a breath of air and began explaining himself.

"As you are aware of what I am and the things I've done. I'm not a good person, and I want you to know your family, village, and friends will turn against you for marrying me," he stated, his voice laced with a mix of resignation and defiance.

the air was thick with tension as the words echoed between the bedroom walls. His confession hung heavy in the air like a shadow, ominous and foreboding. His crimson gaze bore into your soul, a silent plea mingled with a threat. But his revelation barely made a ripple in the depths of your heart.You reached out and gently clasped his hand, a silent reassurance that you were not afraid.

"Okay, but what's really bothering you?" you asked, your voice soft and filled with genuine concern as you met his gaze, drawn like a moth to a flame to his dark red eyes that held a myriad of unspoken emotions within their depths.

A moment of silence passed between you, the only sound the whispering of the wind through the branches above. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he spoke the words that held the weight of a promise and a warning.

"If you want to be mine, I will turn you. I won't make the same mistake twice."

His words hung in the air like a dark omen, a choice laid bare before you. To embrace a life of darkness and uncertainty by his side, or to turn away and live a life without him, untouched by the shadows that clung to him like a second skin.

But as you looked into his eyes, you saw not a monster, but a man burdened by his past, a man capable of love despite the darkness that threatened to consume him. And in that moment, you made your choice, sealing your fate and intertwining your destiny with his in a bond that transcended the boundaries of the mortal world.

"Okay, Vlad, you can turn me." His wicked smirk sent shivers down your spine, a potent mix of excitement and fear swirling through her mind.

"Tomorrow then, after our wedding," Vlad declared, his voice low and velvety. You could feel the power emanating from him, a dark magnetism that drew you in like a moth to a flame. And despite your apprehension, you nodded, a thrill of anticipation coursing through your veins.

Hope you enjoyed ✨

[spookykoolkat]

kinktober | sorry about your boyfriend - e.m.

kinktober day ten - phone sex

pairing: eddie munson x plus size!reader

wc: 3.45k

summary: when you had plans made for halloween night already, eddie was alone once again. but that didn't stop him from having his own fun, until his phone rang with your contact listed.

warnings: 18+ ONLY! minors are never welcomed! inappropriate thoughts, memories from a past hookup, masturbation (m and f), mentions of breeding, crude language, dirty talk, infidelity (reader cheats on boyfriend *again*), possessiveness,

reblogs are encouraged! i hope everyone enjoys this! feel free to like, comment and reblog everything is appreciated :P sorry 4 being so late :(((

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HIS OPPORTUNITY WAS PERFECT. eddie’s roommate left for the night, leaving him alone in the crappy apartment, it was halloween and he had zero plans after you canceled on him. his options were to watch a movie, go to sleep, or think about you. 

he couldn’t even try to not think of you if he wanted to. it was only one night when the two of you hooked up, and it never happened again. it was almost six months ago when you and eddie ventured to a friend’s birthday party, drinking a little too much and finding each other at the bathroom door. 

things were said, things that neither of you could take back, but somehow the two of you completely bypassed it. accepted that it was a one time thing, that friends aren’t supposed to do that, and you even tried to convince eddie that he wasn’t attracted to you. 

which he thought was ridiculous. because eddie would’ve kissed the soles of your dirty shoes if you asked him to. 

you’d been on his mind since that night, questions in his head that he never got the answer to, the way your body felt around him, on him. he never knew someone could be so perfect for him, how he found someone to connect with on every level. 

so he thought about you as he laid in bed, eyes at the ceiling and hand palming his half hard cock through his blue plaid pajama pants. wondering if you’d ever give him the chance to fuck you sober, if you’d ever think about him when you touched yourself. 

he didn’t even know how vocal you were until that night, seeing a side of you that he got angry at when he thought about anyone else seeing that side. seeing the way you bounced for him, how your body curved and was marked with beauty and stretch marks. 

he was trying to remember what your cunt felt like again, remembering how juicy you were for him — he felt like he could lick between your folds for hours. 

soon, he shimmied off the clothing that constricted him and pushed them to his ankles before spitting in his hand and lathering his length with it. he was thinking about how you looked when you saw him, saw how he throbbed for you. 

eddie pulled down his jeans clumsily, releasing the aching member you craved to see. the minute it sprung out for you, red and leaking with precum, you let out a soft gasp and a moan. 

“eddie,” you started as you shifted on your knees, your hand cupping his balls and moving to grip him at the base of his cock, eyes darting wide eyed between his cock and his eyes, “you’re so big,” 

“so pretty,” you smiled and bit your lip, watching as he let his mouth hang open and breathing heavily before letting your mouth connect to his tip, licking up his precum and giving his tip small kisses. 

he groaned, wishing he could feel your throat again. it was killing him, seeing you with this new guy you said was the one. the anger and jealousy eddie felt was sinful, knowing that nobody would be good enough for you. not even himself. 

it wasn’t until eddie bucked his hips into his fist when his phone rang obnoxiously, eddie’s heart racing as he used his free hand to pick up the cellphone and look at the screen. 

it was your picture you chose for the contact, and your name flashing. he could practically feel his cock throb at the sight of you. 

“h-hello?” eddie breathed, realizing he hadn’t been talking since he laid in bed. 

“hi eddie,” you smiled through the call, “i just wanted to tell you happy halloween, i’m sorry i couldn’t make it,” you sighed. 

“i went to a party, i’m a little tipsy but i’m home. i just wanted to call you.” your voice was raspy, how it usually got after you smoked weed. 

“you okay? do you need me to come stay with you?” eddie worried, his grip still on his hardened cock. 

“no! no, no that’s okay. just wanted to hear your voice,” you admitted with a blush, the small amount of alcohol you consumed causing you to fluster as well. 

“you like my voice, sweetheart?” he asked, something darker in his tone than you expected, but loved anyways. 

you could admit the crush on eddie was ridiculous. until he did and said things like that, the way he did, and it made your thighs clench. 

“you have a nice voice eddie, okay?” you said, finally stripping out of your clothes and deciding to just lay naked in bed. 

“tell me moreee,” he dragged with a smile, slowly pumping his length as you spoke into the phone. 

he knows it’s wrong. he knows it’s foul and sick. perverted even. 

but did he care? not right now. not when you sounded so fucking sexy just by talking to him, in your sleepy high voice. 

snuggled up in your blankets, you press the phone to your ear and smile at the wall in the darkness. “there’s a lot i like about you, eddie, can’t name them all.” 

eddie’s heart twinged, and his cock throbbed. 

“i have all night, sweets,” eddie breathed into the phone, trying to mask the pleasure he was inflicting on himself because of you. 

you weren’t sure if you were hearing right, or if maybe it was just the cell reception, but you could vaguely hear the tremble in eddie’s voice and something that sounded wet. 

“well, i like your voice, and your taste in music, and… mmm… your hands, those are nice. i also like your hair even though you won’t let me touch it.” you pouted and he could hear it through the phone, only making him think of how you pouted after he fucked your face. 

it was magical to eddie. how could he forget the way your wide eyes stared up at him with spit traveling down your chin, the way you gripped his cock and wanted to suck him off more. 

he let out a small groan, one he thought he concealed as he pumped his cock faster, feeling his precum leak down his shaft. 

“you like my hands?” again, breathy and hoarse as he tried to keep composure. 

“i do.” you smiled. you were intentional with your words. 

you remembered telling eddie that when a girl compliments your hands, she isn’t admiring the fact that they’re nice. she’s saying they’re nice because she’s thinking of the ways your fingers would feel inside of her, or just touching all over her. 

and he remembered it too. 

“i like yours too,” eddie breathed and your face heated up, drowning in redness. 

“i like your arms too, seems like all the guitar playing you do pays off.” you smiled and hearing the rasp in your voice made his cock jerk, stroking himself firmer and at a bit of a faster pace. 

“did you have a good time tonight, sweets?” he asked, trying to keep it together even though he was trying to picture what you looked like. if you wore the dress that didn’t require a bra, pressing tight against the curves of your breasts and perfectly fitting them.

eddie knew your bra size, of course he did. he managed to rummage through your top drawer, seeing the panties and bras you had. he was shocked at how big they really were, and you ended up catching him with the cup of your bra on the top of his head. 

“i did, but i just, i don’t know. i missed you. wished i could’ve spent your favorite holiday with you,” you said solemnly, like you were actually grieving the fact that you couldn’t see him today. 

to eddie, he was getting mixed signals. 

“sweetheart let me ask you this,” eddie said and halted his movements, “why are you on the phone with me instead of your boyfriend after the club?” 

your smiled faded, “‘cus i wanted to talk to you,” 

he could hear the pout from behind the phone and bit his lip, stifling the groan you elicited from him. his hand kept stroking his length, getting closer to his release the longer he had you on the other line. 

“now can i ask you something?” you asked and heard it again, the wet noise and his heavy breathing. 

“g-go ahead,” he stuttered, mouthing a curse word as he failed to keep his composure. 

“are you,” you cleared your throat and sat up a little in bed, “are you touching yourself?” 

eddie practically felt his heart stop. his breath caught in his throat, his cock ached, but he secretly wanted this. he wanted you to ask, he wanted you to hear, he wanted something to remind you of the words you spoke to him that night. 

“i, uh, no i, just, i was uh,” it was too late. eddie couldn’t come up with an excuse, and as he felt fear in his heart and mind that you’d get grossed out and never talk to him again, you cut him off before he could embarrass himself anymore. 

“are you touching yourself to me?” your voice turned erotic within seconds, sounding like the same voice that cried when you came around his cock. 

he just breathed in through his nose, hearing the tone and letting himself get dragged back to those memories that replayed in his mind. “yeah, i, i’m sorry i’m a fucking pervert, i just, i was doing it before you called and, i dont know, i just, i can’t stop thinking about that night and,” 

he rushed it all out while taking small pauses in his own embarrassment, and waited for you to say something in return. 

“i like it.” 

his words stopped, but his hand only kept up his rhythm and gained more confidence with the situation. 

“what about kendall?” he breathed, only out of respect. he didn’t really care. 

“what about him?” you grinned behind the phone. 

you already had plans of breaking it off with him, knowing you couldn’t get eddie out of your head from that night. but nothing in you felt sorry enough to not entertain eddie right now, not after you’d spent all evening thinking about him. 

“he can’t fuck me like you did. just didn’t feel right picturing my best friend when he fucks me,” your voice got low, sultry and seductive in attempt to make him go along with it. 

“fuck,” eddie huffed, his cock aching for your walls again, “you don’t even know how much i keep thinking about you, about how you looked when i was inside of you,” 

you shift to lay on your back, pushing the blankets off of you quickly and letting your fingers trail down your body to your mound. you teased yourself lightly, letting your finger run between the fat of your pussy lips and pushing it in between to feel the slick of your cunt, spreading it to your throbbing bud. 

“i miss it,” you whined, “didn’t know how to tell you i wanted you to fuck me again without being weird,” 

“oh sweetheart,” he groaned, looking down at his cock and imagining it was your hand that was stroking him, “i wouldn’t have to even think twice about it, i’d do whatever you asked me to, you know that.” 

you grinned, closing your eyes to hear the bass in his voice, listening to the words he spoke and felt your hole clench around nothing. you widen your legs more, letting your cunt spread and moving to rub circles on your clit. 

“really? you’d fuck me again if i asked you to?” you gleamed with joy, loving his admission. 

“because i really really miss you. and your dick, and your fingers. i missed feeling you stretch me out,” you whined in a moan, and eddie swore he could hear your slick through the phone. 

“fuck baby, are you playing with yourself right now?” he asked and moved to sit against his headboard, spreading his bare legs to fuck his fist again. 

“mhm,” you moaned, your fingers teasing your hole and prodding it with your fingertips, “need it too bad, need you to fuck me right now eddie,” 

eddie was tempted to hang up the phone and drive over the immediately, nothing stopping him from going to fuck you until your shaking on his cock. but something about this, something about hearing each other touch themselves to the other person, something about the tension of being best friends and you having a boyfriend — doing something that isn’t right over the phone just added to both of your arousals. 

“baby,” he said, massaging over his tip in the way that you did, “i’ll be over there in ten minutes if you really want it, i’ll do anything for you,” 

you moaned at his words, feeling your arousal drip and leak down your ass as you decided to slip your fingers in with a gasp. 

“yeah? you’d come over right now and fuck me?” you asked, now eddie was able to hear your cunt squelch around your fingers. 

“fuck, you’re so fucking wet, yes i’d fucking go over there right now, i, i promise i’ll fuck you all night,” he grunted, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to hold up the phone with his other hand. he spit into his palm again, and moved to rub it over his tip.

“i can just imagine what you look like right now, playing with your pussy and trying to reach that spot you know only i can reach, not even your fucking boyfriend could do,” he spit, his cock throbbing in his grip as he bucked up into his fist, “fucking useless, can’t even make his poor girl cum on his dick,” 

you whined, pushing further into your cunt and flexing your fingers, trying to fill yourself like he did, “wanna be your girl eddie, want you to be the only one i touch myself to, the only one who can make me cum on your dick,” 

he nearly growled, picturing you begging for him on your knees to fuck you, give you what you deserved. the image alone was sickening, making his stomach pull and tighten at remembering how you took his cock and cried for him.

“you are my girl, baby. always have been, i mean i could’ve told you that.” he chuckled hoarsely and you giggled, fingers still trying to fuck your cunt like he did. 

“thought you already knew you were mine when i fucked you in the mirror, you didn’t see how fucking sexy you looked taking my dick? looked like you were fuckin’ made for me, wished i took a picture just so i could show you again.” 

eddie didn’t know where this confidence was stemming from, not knowing how he even had the breath to talk to you like this but you were fucking loving it, you could feel your cunt gushing around your fingers like you’ve never felt before. 

“tell me baby,” he said, feeling his release sting at his lower tummy, “how many fingers are you stuffing inside that pretty little cunt?” 

“only two,” you cried, letting your cunt clench around your fingers. 

“play with that clit, rub her for me, yeah? wanna hear how wet you are for me, alright baby?” he said into the speaker, slowing his hand down on his cock but still slowly stroking. 

“okay,” you whined and opened your eyes, looking down at your hand as you pulled your soaked fingers from your hole and rubbed up to where your clit was. 

eddie’s breathing was harsh, and he tried to quiet himself so he could hear the wet sounds of your cunt — and he was successful. 

he listened to the same sounds he dreamed about ever since that night, he listened to your small whimpers and whines through the phone, the same ones that made his cock stiffen in a heartbeat. 

“fuck, she’s so fucking wet for me, all for me, wish i could feel you on my dick again. you don’t know how fucking bad i wanna fill you up, how fucking bad i wanna see you cream all over my cock again,” he was panting at this point, and so were you as you rubbed firm circles on your clit until you felt tingling all over your body. 

you were vibrating with pleasure, your body jerking and squirming on the mattress as you inched closer to your release and listening to eddie on the other line pant your name, and tell you how good you sound. 

you could feel your back practically sticking to the sheets from your sweat, the feeling of heat creeping up your neck and down your body until your thighs tightened and squirmed. 

“tell me you want me to fuck you again, tell me how bad you need me inside of that sweet cunt and i’ll come over there baby,” 

“fuck eddie, please, need it, need you to fuck me and fill me up again, you’re the only one who can make me cum,” you blabbered as your arm got tight, fingers rubbing sloppier circles on your clit and between your pussy lips. 

your eyes were screwed shut, remembering the way eddie fucked you from behind, watching you in the bathroom mirror. it was too much, too erotic, sending your cunt to clench as if he was inside you. 

“that’s right baby, that’s my pussy, right? your boyfriend can’t fuck you like i can, so you need me to make you cum, make you feel real good, isn’t that right?” his words were so sharp, only sending shocks of pleasure through your body until you felt your hole clenching continuously around nothing. 

his confidence was growing as he heard you fuck yourself, to him, for him. he was practically edging himself at this point, on the verge of cumming for you the more he heard your whimpere ring in his ears. 

“yes! yes! need you eddie, only you, i’m yours baby, please make me cum,” tears were prickling at your eyes, your body heating and started to sweat as your legs squirmed to keep them held open. 

“let me hear you cum for me, cum for my dick sweetheart and i’ll be over there right now, fuck you til’ the morning,” you couldn’t registar much over the slick sounds of him fucking his fist and the way his breath stuttered. 

you could only imagine how he looked, almost hunched over with his dick in hand wet and sloppy just for you. you imagined how he’d feel again, remembering the way he filled you completely without even bottoming out completely. you even thought about how many times he’d jacked off to you in the span of your friendship and it only made your hips buck into your palm. 

“gonna-fuck-gonna cum, eddie ‘m cumming,” you cried as you rubbed a few more sloppy circles on your clit, and feeling your lower tummy heat up as you came. 

your orgasm took over your body, not having had a feeling like this since you fucked eddie. your limbs were limp and relaxed as they shook with pleasure, and you could feel coldness inch its way up your spine as you cried into the phone. 

you could still hear eddie moaning and groaning at hearing you release, and you heard how he fucked his fist through the phone as he started to release. 

“that’s it baby, sound so fuck, sounds so fucking pretty for me,” he stuttered, his balls taut as he let go of his shaft and watched as his cock jerked and shot ropes of his cum on his abdomen. 

it was messy, just like yours was, his cum coated his tummy entirely and dripped down his sides. he didn’t realize how bad he needed to cum for you until tonight, seeing his own mess and thinking of yours. the way your cum dripped out of your hole and down between your asscheeks, eddie was craving to see it again. 

his grunts were enough to send another jolt of pleasure through your body, and you moaned again as your wet fingers trailed up your tummy and rested there. 

your eyes got heavy, feeling as if you were high on something and your limbs went numb. but still, something was missing. 

“fuck baby,” he breathed, looking at the mess he made on himself and watching his cock start to soften. 

“are you still gonna come over?” you asked softly, fixing the phone to your ear and becoming more aware of the sweat on your body. 

“uh, hell yeah!”

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The Hero laid on the ground, clutching their stomach where blood seeped through their fingers. Villain loomed over them, a grim smile curling on their lips. With a flick of their wrist, they brought the tip of their sword to rest just above Hero's chest.

“Giving up yet, sweetheart?” they taunted.

Hero’s breaths came in shallow gasps, each one a desperate struggle as if their lungs couldn’t draw in enough air to keep them alive.

“Me? Giving up??” A dry chuckle escaped Hero‘s lips. “No...no, not yet,”

Villain let out a derisive laugh at their defiant words, amusement flickering in their eyes as they watched Hero struggle to push themself up, body trembling with the effort.

“Still got some fight left in you, eh? You’re more determined than I gave you credit for.” they taunted.

As Hero managed to get to their knees, Villain couldn’t resist giving a slow, mocking clap, laced with false admiration.

“Well, well, look at you go,” Villain sneered, their smug smirk unwavering—until they noticed the Hero withdrawing a small box from their pocket. Villain's eyebrow arched, curiosity piqued despite their arrogance. “And what might that be?”

Hero chuckled softly, pleased by the Villain’s curiosity. “Well, you see…” they coughed, wincing from the effort, “I’ve been...biding my time, waiting for just the right moment to finally arrive.”

Hero’s smile was genuine, though it made them look foolish in Villain’s eyes. Villain let out a soft, amused laugh, unable to resist the absurdity of the scene.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Hero smiled slyly, locking eyes with Villain as they slowly opened the ring box, revealing a single, glimmering ruby ring nestled inside.

“Will you-...” Hero coughed, blood trickling from their mouth mid-sentence, “...-marry me?”

Villain stared, utterly stunned, unable to comprehend the unexpected turn of event. “We’re both covered in blood and on the verge of death,” Villain rubbed their forehead in frustration, “Are you SERIOUSLY doing this right now??”

Hero’s grin widened. With hope, they eagerly awaited Villain's acceptance of their proposal.

“Is that a yes?”

Villain hesitated, their sword still poised but uncertainty flashing in their eyes. They didn't lower the blade, but they didn't pull away either. “You’re a fucking idiot,” Villain muttered, shaking their head in disbelief.

They sighed softly as they made the decision to lower their sword, subtly indicating they hadn't outright rejected the proposal. They then took the ring box from Hero, inspecting it.

“A fool,you hear me?” They said as they carefully took the ring out of the box.

“-but, I'll humour you. It shall be a ‘yes’~” They answered, giving Hero a sly smirk as they put the ring on their finger.

“Huh....well,that‘s-....yeah. It'll do I guess.” They chuckled, “Thank you.” Hero muttered with a soft smile before they lost consciousness and fell to the floor.

Villain‘s smirk faded as they watched Hero collapse in front of them. They cursed under their breath and moved closer to them, looking them over. Seeing the wound on their stomach, Villain sighed and picked up the unconscious hero.

“I don't know what's gotten into you, but I won't guarantee that I'll make a good spouse,” With a strangely tender touch, Villain softly caressed Hero's hair, “So,think carefully about what awaits you when you wake up." They mumbled as they began carrying Hero out of the building.

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Can you please do smut for Izzy like where he has you bend over the table and he’s whispering things into ur ear 😩🙏 (ong someone take my phone away from me)

hiiii I hope you enjoy it 💋💋

Where We Eat

words: 696

warnings: *smut* *p in v* *cum eating* *cum play* *cussing* *dirty talk* *slight degrading*

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You and Izzy are at home moping around on a Wednesday night. You are trying to sleep and rest because you have a long day tomorrow. Izzy is lying on the couch on the opposite side of you. You are half asleep and Izzy comes and hovers over you.

“Honey I have a surprise for you,” Izzy says. 

You get up from the lazy position you were lying down in. Izzy grabs you by your hips he is behind you not letting you escape his firm grasp. He drags your body to the kitchen table. You're facing the front on the edge of the kitchen table. Your back is facing Izzy as he pulls your skirt down. He notices that you aren't wearing any panties. 

“You're not wearing any panties for me right?” he has a devilish smirk on his face as he chuckles.

“Yeah Iz” you reply as you smirk.

His pale hands go to the button of his jeans followed by the zipper of his pants. He unzips his pants and they fall off completely. All he is covered by right now is his boxers. His hands are still on your bare hips. His hands leave your bare and naked hips and they slowly slide to your waist until his hands slide under your shirt. He starts to play with your tits. He abandons his tender hands from your soft tits. He lets his cock spring out from his pants. He takes a glimpse at your pussy that was so wet for him.

“So wet for me Y/N. Do you like what I do to you? You like the idea of me being inside of your quivering pussy?.”

“Yeah Iz,” you say as you try so hard not to let a moan slip out.

He starts to rub his erection on your bare ass. 

“Oh Iz please just fuck me I need you” you wince as your body is growing impatient for him.

Izzy finally positions his cock at your wet pussy. He forces his throbbing cock inside of you. Your front bends onto the kitchen table and it feels cool against your skin. 

“Fuck Iz you feel so good baby” you moan. 

Izzy keeps shoving himself inside of you as his hands still are holding your bare hips firmly. Izzy keeps hitting your soft spot over and over

“Baby you're doing so good for me you feel so good today” He groans as he whispers as his front side leans over on your back.

He removes the hair that is covering your ear so you can hear his husky voice more clearly.  

“Come for me slut” he groans.

“How does it feel doing a dirty deed where we eat? Does that feel good to you my slut? Answer me!” he says as he smacks your ass as his throbbing cock is still inside of you.

“Yeah Iz I love when you do me on the table” you moan 

You start to scratch the edge of the wooden kitchen table. 

Your pussy starts to tighten around Izzy's hard cock. 

“It's happening” Izzy smirks as he shoves inside of your needy pussy faster and faster.

Izzy's eyes start to roll back into his head at the same time your eyes start to roll. His grasp on your hips starts to get reinforced. 

“Fuck baby you're so tight” he groans.

“Iz go faster please” you whine.

Izzy starts to go even faster. His big cock slides in you easily. It was like his cock and your tight hole were made for each other. He finally releases his pearly white liquid into your pussy that was pulsating for him. You let out your come on his dick and it covers your thighs. Izzy lets himself out of you. 

“That was good. That felt amazing babe,” Izzy says as he smiles. He pulls his dark boxers and his pants up.

“Yeah Iz” you chuckle as you forget to pull your skirt up.

Izzy leans down to your thighs and starts to clean your cum covered thighs. 

“I can taste you Y/N you taste so good,” he says softly 

“You taste pretty good too Izzy” you chuckle.

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quit: park sooyoung x fem! reader

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cw// toxic relationships, HEAVY smut, swearing, situationships / fwb, manipulation, crying, NSFW again

men and minors dni!

a/n: i saw this pic of joy while looking for new layout pics and i couldn't help but let my mind wander...plus i've been dying to write something for this song. i'm still getting used to writing nsfw so pls be nice :) feedback would be greatly appreciated since this is my first time posting nsfw on my blog

and you say that i'm the devil you know and i don't disagree. no, i don't see the harm...they say, "you crazy, just leave him, he'll suffocate you" but i wanna be in your arms...

everyone in your friend circle warned you about her. they told you she would do more harm than good. they said she's not genuine, that she's only after one thing, sex. it'd be a lie if you said you didn't believe them because you knew getting involved with her was a disaster waiting to happen. however, there was something about her that was so addicting and you weren't ready to give up the drug that she was...you probably never will be. she's just that damn good.

they say, "no, don't pick up the phone, let them think there's nobody home" but i'm under your spell... 'cause when you call my heart starts to roll, i always want more, it's my heaven, my hell...

your bedroom window blew cool, night air into your apartment as you sat on your bed. you mindlessly ran your fingers along the cords of your electric guitar playing the first song that came to mind. surely the residents in the floors above and below you would complain about being woken up to kiss it better by rihanna, but you didn't care. it was well past one in the morning and you should've been asleep but here you were.

right as you finished the end of the chorus a muffled humming sound came from between your bed and pillows. you didn't even have to check to know who it was, and you definitely knew you shouldn't answer. all of your friends told you to ignore her calls, let her think you're not around so you ignored it. instead of calling again, you heard a loud knock at the front door of your apartment. ignoring the advice of everyone else and your own intuition, you got up and answered the door.

we're heading deep inside lives a voice, a voice so quiet. but i can't hear that voice when your heart beats next to mine...

sooyoung stood in the doorway looking like an abandoned puppy with her hair damp and wearing a sullen face. her eyes were red with her tearstained cheeks and swollen lips, "h-he broke up with me..." her voice cracked and she hiccupped between her words, the same ones you heard at least twice a month.

the opportunity to turn her away was still there but when she looked up at you with that same damn pout, it was over. without missing a beat you pulled her into your apartment and closed and locked the door behind you both. you led her to your room where your guitar and amp had been pushed off to a corner, leaving your bed open.

she walked into your arms and gripped onto the back of your shirt as she sobbed, "i-i hate him so much." you pulled her into your chest and agreed, "i do too." sooyoung pulled away from you and bunched her hands in the hem of your oversized t shirt, "i need you, y/n. please... "

i can't quit you, i can't quit you...yeah, i'm gonna regret it... know I'm gonna regret it.

god does she know exactly what to say especially with that stupid pout you always give into. you bring your hands up to hold her face, and gently wipe her tears away with your thumbs. sooyoung leaned into your touch and kissed the inside of one of your palms sweetly. you swiped your thumb across her lip slowly dragging the motion out and she sucked your finger into her mouth. her soft tongue swirled around your skin and you affirmed, "i'll make you feel better i promise. let me take care of you, baby."

when you said, "baby, i just want you to lay me down and we'll fuck the pain away" 'cause skin on skin, i feel nothing but the burning of desire and that's just foreplay...

you pressed your lips against sooyoung's and she melted into your touch with ease. her arms slipped from inside her jacket and you tossed it aside. you found the zipper on the back of her dress and unzipped it slowly, letting the material hang from her body before completely dropping to the floor. she stepped out of the skirt and kicked it aside to another spot on your floor. your lips pressed against her neck until you reached her collarbone where you stopped.

sooyoung whined at the loss of contact and you smirked to yourself in satisfaction. you stood behind her and lifted her chin with your finger to angle her gaze to your wall length mirror. sooyoung stared at herself right as you unclipped her bra and let it fall away. one hand rested on her waist while another on her shoulder. you ran your fingertips down her arm and she let out a soft gasp.

your breath ghosted her neck as you said, "look at how pretty you are." she shyly turned her face into your neck and one hand found your wrist as you moved your other one to her panties. the hand on her chest teased her breast, tugging at one of her nipples eliciting a high pitched sound from her, "a-aah." you smiled and pressed a kiss to her temple, before holding her head up so she could see herself. your free hand slipped into her panties and with the lightest of touches, ghosted her dampened folds.

sooyoung squeezed her eyes shut and you clicked your tongue, "ah ah, look at your reflection. see how pretty you look?" her eyes slowly opened and you began rubbing slow circles around her heated center, ignoring where she needed it that most. sooyoung pleaded softly, "y/n...please." you hummed and dragged your thumb against her clit, making her knees buckle underneath her.

her weight rested on you and you smiled, "so needy and i haven't even done anything....do you know how much i love seeing you like this?" she didn't reply as you continued drawing patterns against her soaked pussy. she looked at you in the mirror and said, "y/n please." you slipped your hands from her panties and admired the sheen of slick. teasingly you brought them up to sooyoung's lips and watched her mouth fall open, just for you to lightly swipe her bottom lip and put your fingers in your own mouth.

you sucked her essence off of your fingers and hummed in satisfaction. watching as sooyoung pathetically licked her bottom lip for the smallest taste of herself, and feeling her sigh in relief against you. gently, you backed her against your bed and let her fall into the plush warmth. she was completely engulfed in your scent making her yearn for your touch even more. she looked up at you with those same doe eyes, searching for any signs of continuing your ministrations.

an airy gasp left her lips as you pressed the softest of kisses along her chest. you brushed your lips across one of her breasts and gently kissed one of her nipples while you free hand traced around the other. sooyoung let out a frustrated grunt as her chest pushed up for her hardened bud to meet your lips which only made you laugh. she breathed out, "please i need you..." you kissed the side of her breast and smiled, "you have me." she shook her head and repeated with more want, "no i need you to touch me."

looking up at her you pressed more kisses along her breast, swapping to the other before you asked, "where do you need me, baby?" sooyoung bit her lip as you sucked on her nipple and tugged on it with your teeth. when she didn't reply, you pulled away and started to move from atop her. in a panicked effort of desperation she snatched your hand into her own, and lowered it to her soaked heat, "here, i need you here." only then did you climb back over her and kiss down her toned abdomen, suckling marks and bites into her plush skin.

sooyoung spread her legs and let you settle between them, flinching slightly when your hand palmed her inner thighs. you ran your thumb over her heated flesh and nicked the surface with your teeth. by now you could smell how bad she wanted you and she was nearly shaking with desperation. just to put her on edge further, you kissed right against her folds, just missing where she wanted you most.

you coaxed smoothly, "tell me what you want, use your words, angel." sooyoung's voice came out just above a whisper as she said, "your mouth, please." heat flushed over her face when she looked down at you between her legs just in time to see you place a kiss to her clit. her hands flew to the top of your head just for you to slip one of your hands into her own.

the heat of your tongue against her molten center sent her eyes rolling to the back of her head. you laved through her folds hungrily tasting her as if she were the forbidden fruit from the heavenly garden. sooyoung breathily gasped and whined beneath you which sent a wave of confidence through your body. you let out a low moan, "you taste so good..." and it took everything in her to not let go right then and there. one of her hands fisted you soft bedsheets while the other squeezed onto yours, fingers intertwined with your own. when you gave her swollen bud another light suck she held her breath until she couldn't anymore. her body stuttered for a moment and a high pitched moan fell past her lips.

your fingers slipped into her heated core, helping her ride through her high before slowly kissing up her body to meet her lips. the taste of herself lingered on your tongue and filled her mouth, making her moan weakly. you brushed a piece of hair from her face and smiled softly, "my pretty girl." sooyoung's face twisted up at the nickname and she mumbled, "that's what he called me too..." immediately a pit of aggravation filled your stomach and you leaned closer to her, lips barely touching hers, "you're thinking of him when i'm right here?"

out of pure frustration you pushed her lightly away from you and started to get up, not knowing why you even bothered because she was always like this. no matter what you'd done in the past she always ran back to that bum ass man of hers. sooyoung grabbed your hand and pleaded, "no wait- please. y/n i'm sorry i just want you...it's always been you." she was too damn good at saying what you wanted to hear because no part of you genuinely believed her last words, yet you found yourself crawling back over her ready to make her mean what she said.

this time will be different.

we're heading deep inside lives a voice, a voice so quiet. but i can't hear that voice when your heart beats next to mine

you kissed her on her lips again and pushed her back down into your bed as she stared up at you. there was a specific hunger in your gaze that she'd never seen before that had her more excited than before.

i can't quit you, i can't quit you. yeah i'm gonna regret it, i know i'm gonna regret it

sooyoung's legs fell back open as you made your way back into the same spot before, kissing her swollen bud and laughing when she jumped. she rolled her head to rest on her shoulder and whined, "n-ngh i- wait i'm still sensitive..." you looked up at her through a hooded gaze, "i don't care. you look so beautiful under me." you connected your lips to her heated core and sucked harshly. her thighs closed around your head and you pushed them back open with enough force to make her whimper.

your fingers prodded at her entrance, your tongue dragging from her slit up to her engorged clit. sooyoung's hands violently fisted the sheets as she tried to hold out longer. but you were no match for her as you knew her body like the back of your hand. her second climax came and her sweet honey oozed from her center and onto your tongue. you sucked more into your mouth without wasting a drop before holding it there. she watched in near horror as you made your way up to her, tapping on her chin wordlessly.

sooyoung's lips parted and you stuck your sopping wet fingers into her mouth, drool running down her lips. when you withdrew them, you held her chin and tipped her head back slightly before spitting into her mouth. the mixture of your saliva and her slick filled her mouth, and she swallowed it without hesitation. your fingers massaged her soft pussy, making her begin to close her legs again. you looked down at her and said, "be good for me, open your legs." she followed your orders and squeezed her mouth shut as her thighs began to shake.

you looked at the tears that began to fill her eyes, only smiling and rubbing her center harder until her tears fell. she craned her neck up to meet her lips as you began to lean down, but instead you dragged your tongue along her smooth cheek, licking the trail of tears from her face. you laughed as she began to squirm more, beginning to beg, "i- y/n i- something is...i can't please-" you pushed your fingers further into her heated center, letting your thumb lightly bump her clit.

she began to close her legs and you pulled out of her and quickly reached forward. you laughed in her face as tears fell from her eyes and she nearly screamed, her swollen nub squeezed harshly between your thumb and pointer finger. sooyoung begged you, "ah- i- y/n-" you silenced her with a kiss and let her go, watching her sigh of relief only briefly until you pushed back into her.

you looked her in the eyes and told her firmly, "you can take it sooyoungie." her swollen pout and pleading eyes found yours and she repeated to herself pitifully, "i can take it. i-i can take it." you kissed her lips and cheek as you drew her only seconds from her third orgasm, "such a good girl for me huh?" she nodded eagerly as tears fell from her eyes and you kissed them away, "such a pretty girl when you cry for me. my pretty angel, my sooyoung." that moment the last name fell from your lips you felt her walls squeeze your fingers and push them out.

a stream of clear liquid leaked from her pussy as she shook beneath you, her own hand finding her clit and massaging it through her orgasm. you didn't hesitate to go down and lick up her mess, humming at the salty taste that was so uniquely hers. a taste you'd found yourself addicted to, always craving for more.

i can't quit you, i can't quit you, oh baby. i can't quit you, i can't quit you, oh babe

sooyoung pushed your head away and you kissed her inner thighs that were still slightly shaking. she had her eyes closed in a fucked out bliss that only you'd ever given her. you smirked to yourself and asked her sweetly, "who's on your mind now, angel?" sooyoung's eyes opened weakly and she hummed, "hmmm? s' you....only y/n. only want y/n." you placed a kiss on her cheek and laid beside her before she curled into your arms, tucking her head into your side. as you thought you'd finally won, sooyoung was beside you smiling to herself because she was the only winner, she always was.

you were only a pawn in her little game but she'd be lying if she said you weren't her favorite player. all this time people told you that she was obsessed with you, the idea of you. but in reality you were addicted to all of her, just another person hooked on the thought of winning the game. always under the impression that you were closer and closer to winning the grand prize, winning her over. but in reality you were just another piece in her puzzle. nevertheless, you'd never quit all that was park sooyoung.

i'm gonna regret it babe, babe, babe, gonna regret it, yeah, i'm gonna regret it...

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⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ : 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, my legs tucked underneath me as I recount the events of the previous night to Nick. “We talked,” I begin, my voice soft and quiet. “He apologized for everything, for the way he acted, for pushing me away. And....he said he cared about me.”

I pause, taking a moment to gather my thoughts. The memories of last night are still fresh in my mind, the emotions raw and powerful. I look up at Nick, my gaze earnest.

“He said I was the only one who’s ever mattered to him, the one who got under his skin. He was...so vulnerable, so sincere. It was like a different person.”

I let out a sigh, the frustration evident in my voice. “I’m frustrated,” I confess to Nick, my eyes flicking down to my hands in my lap. “I’m conflicted. A part of me wants to trust him, wants to believe everything he said. But...I’ve been hurt before, and I can’t shake the fear that it might happen again.”

I look up at Nick, my expression a mixture of confusion and vulnerability. “But...there was something in his voice, in his eyes, that made it seem so real,” I murmur, my voice soft and fragile. “It’s like I could see past the tough guy act, see the real him underneath. And it makes me wonder...what if he’s actually telling the truth this time? What if he really does care?”

Nick grins at me, rubbing my shoulder in a slightly sarcastic but affectionate gesture. “That’s called love, sweetheart,” he teases, his voice playful. “You’re falling for him all over again.”

I shoot Nick a glare, rolling my eyes at his playful remark. “Don’t even go there,” I retort, my voice laced with disgust. “I hate love. It’s just a bunch of bullshit and empty promises.”

I lean back on the couch, my arms crossed tightly in front of me. I'm still reeling from the events of last night, the memories and emotions swirling in my mind. “Love is just a lie,” I mutter, my voice bitter. “It's just a way to get your heart stomped on and your trust betrayed. It's not worth the pain.”

I fall silent for a moment, my gaze fixed on a random spot on the wall. The memories of past heartbreaks and disappointments flicker through my mind, fueling my bitterness and skepticism. “I'd rather be alone than deal with that bullshit again,” I say defiantly, my voice almost defensive.

I look back at Nick, my expression closed off and guarded. “So no, I'm not falling for him,” I state firmly. “I'm not trusting him, not letting him in again. I'm not falling in love, because love is bullshit.”

The sound of a knock on the door rings out, cutting through the heavy atmosphere in the room. I look startled for a moment, my heart jumping slightly at the sudden noise. I exchange a curious glance with Nick before getting up from the couch to answer the door.

I open the door to find a delivery man standing there, holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hands. He glances at me and says, “I have a delivery for Y/N L/N?”

I look quizzically at the flowers, my brow furrowing slightly. “I didn't order these,” I reply, confusion evident in my voice. The delivery man shrugs, holding the flowers out to me. “Well, someone did,” he says with a small smile.

I reach out hesitantly and take the bouquet from him, the soft fragrance hitting me as the flowers move closer. I look down at them, their vibrant colors and delicate petals a stark contrast to my current mood. Who could have send these? There's only one person I could think of...

I mutter “Christopher...” under my breath, I carry the bouquet to the kitchen and set it down on the countertop. Nick's voice chimes in from the living room, “Flower delivery? From who??”

I turn to him, holding up the flowers as I dial Chris's number on my phone. “From your same face brother,” I reply sarcastically, waiting for the call to connect.

I watch the seconds tick by on my phone's screen, waiting for the call to connect. My heart is pounding in my chest, a mix of anticipation and irritation rising in me. Finally, the line connects and I hear Chris's voice on the other end.

“Hello?”

I waste no time, getting straight to the point. “Care to explain these flowers I just got, Christopher?” I ask, my voice dripping with annoyance.

I can hear him pause for a moment on the other end, seemingly taken slightly off guard by my tone. “Surprise?” He finally responds, a hint of humor in his voice.

I let out a frustrated sigh, rolling my eyes even though he can't see me. “Don't go wasting money on me,” I snap, my voice stern. “I don't need or want your gifts, especially flowers.”

I can hear him chuckle softly on the other end, his voice warm and teasing. “But you like flowers, don't you?” He asks, clearly trying to get a rise out of me.

“I'm not impressed by stuff like that,” I continue, my voice flat. “I don't need you trying to win me back with gifts and grand gestures.”

There's a long pause on the other end, and I can almost feel the tension through the phone line. Finally, he speaks again, his voice softer than before. “I'm not trying to buy you, Y/N,” he says, a note of sincerity in his voice. “The flowers aren't about that. They're just...a way to say sorry. And to show you I'm serious about making things right between us.”

As Chris talks, a faint voice can be heard in the background. It sounds distant and faint, but my heart clenches as I recognize it. A girl's voice.

I freeze, the words Chris is saying now falling on deaf ears as I focus my attention on the voice in the background. It's soft and feminine, and I can't make out what she's saying, but its presence makes my heart plummet.

I can feel the anger and hurt welling up inside me as I listen to him make excuses, when I hear the faint voice in the background. “You're so full of shit.”

“Wait, Y/N—” he starts to say, but I don't give him a chance. I abruptly end the call, my breathing ragged and my heart pounding in my chest.

I turn my attention away from the phone to the bouquet of flowers on my counter, the realization of the situation crashing over me. As I stand there, seething, my phone begins to ping repeatedly.

I look down to see Chris's name popping up on my notifications. He's spam texting me, trying to get my attention.

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Chris

Y/N it isn't what it sounds like

I'm at the shop right now

It's literally a customer

Please answer me

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As I read the flurry of his texts, I begin to realize what's happening. Chris is at the shop, he's working. The voice I heard must have been a customer coming in.

I let out a deep sigh, feeling slightly foolish for jumping to conclusions so quickly. But the doubt and hurt are still there, and I'm not ready to respond to his texts just yet.

Nick looks at me, confusion etched on his face as he sees me standing frozen in the kitchen, my phone still clutched tightly in my hand. He walks over to me, concern in his eyes. “Everything okay?” He asks, trying to gauge the situation.

I look up at Nick, trying to regain composure. “Yeah,” I murmur, my voice steadier now. “Just a misunderstanding. I think.”

I take a deep breath and glance at my phone, the texts from Chris still popping up on the screen. This day was getting more complicated by the minute.

My attention is drawn away from the phone in my hand as a new notification appears, this time a text from Matt. His message asks if there's a race tonight and if I want to join in on the fun.

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Matty B🤍

There's a race tonight, care to join in on the fun?

Top winner gets half a mil

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I hesitate for a moment, the thought of the race tempting me. It could be a good distraction from the chaos of the day. I type a quick response.

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Matty B🤍

There's a race tonight, care to join in on the fun?

Top winner gets half a mil

Yeah, I’m in

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I hit send on the message to Matt, a small sense of excitement replacing the frustration and confusion I was feeling just moments before. The idea of immersing myself in the thrill of the race is appealing, and the chance to have some fun is a welcome distraction.

I look up from my phone, my gaze meeting Nick's. “You going to the race tonight?” I ask him, my voice casual as I try to appear unfazed.

Nick looks up from his phone, sitting on the couch. “It's tonight?” he asks, surprise in his voice. I nod in confirmation. “Yeah,” I reply.

Nick responds, “Yeah, but I won't be racing this time.” His tone is flat, suggesting he's not particularly interested in participating in the race.

I raise an eyebrow at his response, curious about his lack of enthusiasm. “Why not?” I ask, a hint of surprise in my voice. Normally, Nick wouldn't miss a race unless something was up.

Nick shrugs, his expression unreadable. “Just not feeling it tonight,” he responds evasively. He doesn't elaborate further, leaving his reason for not racing a mystery.

Nick's expression softens a little, and he offers a more detailed explanation. “I just want to be there and support Matt and Chris,” he says, his voice tinged with a hint of pride. “They've been working hard on their cars, and I want to cheer them on and make sure everything goes smoothly.”

It's clear that Nick's decision to skip racing at tonight's event is not due to any personal reasons, but rather his desire to be there for his brothers. He's putting their happiness and success above his own competitive drive, showing a sense of brotherly solidarity and support.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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The Room was filled with filthy and sinful noises between you and Akutagawa. He continued to bounce in his cock for a few more minutes before stopping to catch your breath.

Your eyes glanced at Akutagawa filled with seduction, he looked so cute drooling on the bed as he felt his body become helpless and overstimulated.

“You're such a good boy, letting me use you like a doll. You live it when I ride you don't you?” You cooed in his ears, running your hand through his tangled raven hair.

You can hear him mumbling words to himself which cause you to chuckle. “I need you to speak up baby boy. What's wrong?” You teased knowing how impatient he was. He started to toss and turn arching his back and trying to thrust more deep into your wet hole.

“Pl-Please~ I-Mh~ I want more~ Don’t stop!” He mumbled out with his embarrassed expression. His face was red as his eyes looked at you helplessly and waiting for your answer.

“Alright baby boy but you’re going to have to do it for me. You got this, don't you?” You asked getting off of him carefully knowing how delicate his body was. Akutagawa let out a whimper as he felt your right hole leaving his hard painful cock alone.

As soon as you took the ropes off of him you felt yourself being thrown back to the bed. Akutagawa huffed in Your ear mumbling in desperation. He slipped his cock inside of you with a warning causing you to let out a slutty whimper.

You couldn't process what was going on as all you could think of was his cock hutting your sweet spot. You felt his cold slim hands pinning your hands down to the bed as he nipped and bit your neck. You couldn't get the feeling of his cock out of your mind, your dick started to twitch hinting that you were about to cum.

“Akutagawa~! I'm close! Oh my~!” You moaned out feeling him speeding up more quickly than before. You jumped up a bit when you felt his cold hand jerking you off quickly and he keep up with his pace.

“I love you…I love you so much~” He said full of love in his tone. Before you could say anything back to him, you threw your head back causing you to arch your back and fun in his hand. Akutagawa kept going until he managed to cum inside you.

“I love you too Akuatgawa….”

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content: percy jackson x hephaestus!reader, platonic!leo valdez x fem!reader

warnings: angst, mentions of leo's death.

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now playing… late night talking - harry styles

It’s a normal thing for demigods to have constant nightmares. Every night, the same monsters or gods or prophecies kept haunting your dreams, never going away. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a night of peaceful sleep, much less a good dream. 

But after the battle with Gaea, the nightmares only worsened, the loss of two of your closest friends and family never leaving your mind. And they couldn’t seem to haunt anyone else, just you. 

Maybe because only you, amongst all of them, saw your brother’s death.  

One time, at four in the morning, you woke up sweating and crying in your own bed sheets. It was once again with Leo’s death. He was once your best friend and closest brother, the type of close that’d tease and annoy you, but always be there, nonetheless.  

You knew you couldn’t stay in your cabin, so you decided to go to the beach. It was the only place you knew the harpies wouldn’t go this late at night, so it was practically your only option. And it wasn’t a bad one. Definitely better than staying at the Hephaestus cabin or even going to bunker nine, remembering all the good memories you had made with Leo in eight short months that should’ve been longer. 

You threw on a random hoodie that you had stolen from Percy’s cabin when he was missing, and you needed some sort of reassurance that maybe, maybe he was still alive. Now he was alive and well, probably sleeping in his cabin.  

And you were here, moping around.  

Two months before, you’d probably be moping with Jason, mourning the loss of a best friend and brother for the both of you. But now he was in a boarding school in California, unable to answer a call. Not that you’d call him, anyway. 

While walking in the direction of the beach, your mind kept diverting towards the green-eyed, raven-haired boy. You’ve had a crush on Percy for a few years now. Four, to be more specific. I mean, who never had a crush on Percy freaking Jackson?  

Not just hot, he was kind, brave, loyal, clever, strong, powerful, handsome... what else could anyone want, huh? 

Even thinking about him never seemed to leave your mind. And it was definitely better than to think about Leo twenty-four seven and get even more trauma than what you already had with his death. 

Even knowing that Percy was a water dude, it was still wildly surprising to find him taking a swim in the middle of the night at Camp Half-Blood's beach. He was right there, lying on the sand after a swim, being bathed by the first sunrays, his orange tee clinging to his wet body. 

He looked angelic, even godly. Anything, but definitely not human. He was too handsome for this world.  

You obviously assumed he was asleep, so you just kept staring at his face. It may have been a little creepy if he wasn’t your best friend who always did that with you too, so you just ignored and mentally mapped all the freckles on his cheeks, hoping beyond hope that someday you’d kiss every and each one of them.  

“You know it’s creepy when someone just watches you when you sleep, right?” Percy asked, his usual smug and cocky grin quickly making his way to his lips as he didn’t even bother to open an eye. 

You obviously couldn’t help but smirk back at the boy, laughing and kicking him playfully on the thigh.  

“Oh, shut up, Jackson. You do that to me every time you barge into my cabin. Stupid psycho.” You said jokingly while sitting beside him on the sand.  

“You hurt my feelings.” He said with a wide smile as he sat and pulled you in for a hug. A hug which you desperately tried to squirm away from, since he was dripping wet, soaking your shirt as well.  

After a few minutes of a heated battle, that he won with his ticklish cheating, you were soaked in the sea water without even getting into the sea itself and Percy was holding back his giggles.  

Infuriating, sure. Still cute, though.  

His laugh was just too pretty. The way he threw his head back just made you want to kiss the hell out of him, but you knew that wasn’t possible. Ruining your eldest friendship was an unnecessary risk to take.  

“You’re infuriating” You mumbled, rolling your eyes. 

“Maybe. But I'm hot, so it’s a win-win in my book.” He said, looking at you with his puppy eyes, which made you chuckle and look at the dawn sky.  

The color mixing together in a pink, orange and black haze with the remaining stars in the sky were your second favorite view in the world. It just lost to Percy. 

If you looked at him right now, you would notice how he was staring at you. You'd probably blush and smile at his intense, never faltering gaze. His sea-green eyes seemed to never leave your face, and one could even say he seemed enamored by you. But you wouldn’t let yourself think that and have false hopes and expectations. You could only hope that maybe, one day, he’d feel the same for you that you felt for him. 

“What brought you here in the middle of the night?” He asked a few moments later. When you looked at him, he seemed worried. It was definitely not usual for you to come to the beach at four in the morning, so he was kind of right in worrying so much. 

“I... had a nightmare. Couldn't really sleep after that.” You said, shrugging it off. 

“About?” He asked, raising one eyebrow in curiosity. 

“Leo. Leo's death, actually.” You answered.  

He just hummed in agreement and understanding. Obviously, he’d understand what you were talking about, since he experienced dozens of deaths of close friends, same as you did.  

“Wanna try and talk about it?” He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side. 

“Not really.” You said for what it seemed like the tenth time in just a day.  

It's not that you were trying to hide your pain. Well, you were indeed trying to hide it but that’s off the point. I mean, it wouldn’t go great if he knew what was really going on in your head, especially when a few of those things were thoughts of him and you making out till you were both breathless and panting.  

“You know, you couldn’t have avoided his suicide. Trust me. Hazel and Frank tried, and it didn’t work out.” He said, trying to reassure you as he moved a little closer to you, your shoulders touching slightly.  

“Yeah, maybe. But they didn’t know him. Maybe he’d- maybe he’d listen to me, okay? I just- It's just too painful.” You said, already feeling the tears flowing to your eyes. His death was a sensitive topic that never failed to bring you to tears. 

“I know, beautiful, but he did it because he knew he’d save the world.” He said, scooting closer to you and pulling you to his chest. “If it weren’t for Leo, we would still be in a gigantic war, and we’d have so much more losses, darling. Leo is a hero. He'll always be remembered as one.”  

“I wanted him here, not his memories.” You mumbled, letting the tears fall freely from your eyes straight into his strong arms.  

“Yeah, I know. I know it’s hard, and the pain’s gonna take a long while to go away. But it eventually will.” He reassured, kissing your cheek. “And while it doesn’t, I'm gonna be here by your side whenever you need. Even if you don’t need, I'm still here.”  

“I love you.” You murmured under your breath before you could even stop it. He kissed your forehead softly. 

“I love you too, y/n/n.” He whispered. But it seemed like only fraternal, or friends love. That's more than what you want, and you’re gonna tell him. He deserves to know. Maybe it’ll ruin your friendship, but you just can’t keep this bottled up.  

“No, Percy.” You said, sniffing and sitting back, looking at his green eyes with your own puffy ones. “I love you. Like, lovelove.” 

He looked... startled, to say the least. He blinked a few times, trying to make sense of your words. You were starting to regret ever saying anything to him. Maybe now he’s gonna hate you and never talk to you again, then the whole trauma of Leo’s death would now be together with Percy leaving, and you were gonna get even more fucked up than you already are, and- 

Or maybe he’d just kiss you and completely interrupt your entire trail of thought and your whole mind with his salty, sea-like kisses and chapped lips that fit so perfectly with yours.  

His hand found your waist, holding it while his tongue entered your mouth deliciously well. It was literally a dream come true.  

Finally, you two were completely out of breath and he pulled away, smiling and keeping your foreheads touching.  

“I think I love you too.” He answered before pulling you in for another kiss.  

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Silvio Ricci wasn’t a jealous man, at least not before he met (Y/n), now every man he saw near her was a potential threat to him. He always thought he was very good at pretending not to be jealous, but anyone in plain sight could sense he was fuming inside, especially Gilbert. Sitting across the comfortable couch, he looked over at the gigantic windows, and there she was, carefully showing Prince Keith the variety of flora that the Rhodolite Garden had to offer. Watching (Y/n) talking with Gumskull made him agitated. Gilbert smirked, putting down his cup of tea on the table, he knew exactly what to say to sting the white-haired male that sat across him. “She seems to be enjoying herself-” That was enough to make Silvio get up from his seat. “Oh, I bet she fucking is!” Silvio scoffed, quickly heading outside.

“You’re so easy to piss off…” Gilbert whispered, completely amused by the mess he created.

Feeling an unsettling aura behind her, (Y/n) turned around only to meet with the familiar ocean-blue eyes she loved. But this time they were different, his eyes glared with resentment towards her and the Prince in front of her. “What y’all talking about?” he suspiciously asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, and pulling her towards him. Receiving a warming smile from Prince Keith he tried to explain. “Oh, (Y/n) was showing me the diversity-” “Boring, c’mon…” Silvio answered, dragging his lover along with him, leaving behind Prince Keith confused. “Silvio-” (Y/n) tried to protest. “We’re leaving” He firmly answered.

Forcing her into his room he slammed the door shut behind him. “You don’t think I’m this fucking dumb, do you?” He asks her, trapping her between his arms against the beige wall.

“What?!” furrowing her eyebrow (Y/n) asked, completely confused about the whole situation. Thinking about what could have caused him to be acting this way, she finally understood. “You’re not seriously jealous of Prince Keith are you?”

His eyebrow twisted and he chuckled darkly. Feeling one of his hands raise her chin, he spoke again. “I’m not jealous, I just don’t like you keeping from me.” “I was just showing him the variety of roses-” She tried to reason with her lover.

“You never did that with me.”

“Because you hate roses!”

There was an almost awkward silence in the room as he ran out of arguments to use against her. “I saw how you looked at him!” He accused once again. “You wanted him to fuck you, right there in front of-” His sentence was cut off by a sudden slap against the skin of his left cheek, leaving a red mark across his gorgeous face.

“You’re acting like a fucking asshole!” She shouted back at him. Silvio’s frustration boils over as he grabs her wrist forcefully. Looking at each other’s eyes, the tension between them was going beyond their limits.

“Maybe I need to remind you who you belong to…” He smirked, placing one of his hands on her lower back, pulling her body closer to his. The air thickened with desire as his lips met with hers, she tried to resist his urgers, but she couldn’t. Whatever heated argument they were having was already vanishing in her mind as their lips danced together. The tension of their disagreement quickly transformed into lust, and time seemed to stand still as they lost their selves in the heat of the moment.

Pulling apart to give her some time to breathe, he wasted no time covering her neck with marks. He bit, sucked, and kissed her the most sensitive areas of her neck, that only he knew about, leaving her a total mess in his arms. “S-Silvio, stop- ahh~” He smirked to himself, deep down he knew that power he had over (Y/n), he loved it so much it turned him on.

Melting into his arms, Silvio knew exactly what she wanted. Wrapping both her legs around him, he lifted her, bringing her to the bed where he gently laid her on, placing himself on top of her.

“This is a punishment, why do you seem to be enjoying it that much?” He mocked while caressing her inner thighs, noticing her aroused features. Adverting her timid gaze from his, he forced her head to look his way. “Answer me…” he whispered against her lips. “I-I need you…” (Y/n) whispered sweetly against him. Chuckling darkly, he stared at her bare neck. “You’re gonna have to do better than that…” he murmured, burying his head deeper into the curve of her neck.

“Beg.”

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[ramblingloon]

Chapter Two: A Modern Plague

It's been three years since you and Roshan had tied the knot. You lounge on the expensive chaise longue, looking distantly through the grand window overlooking the vast garden. The warm sun rays kiss your skin and reflect over your e/c eyes; with a heavy sigh, you look at the diamond ring around your finger. "Roshan, what are you doing?" you sigh deeply, still playing with the ring. You recline on the chaise, heart heavy by all the information your husband has entrusted to you.

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*Flashback*

You laugh at your mother's joke coming from the other side of the call, asking for the billionth time when you will bless The Family name with a tiny mobster.

"Mom, Roshan, and I...I think Roshan is a little paranoid. He keeps saying when things get safer."

"Safe? He's married to a Family name. What's he afraid of?" your mom answers immediately, offense and maybe anger lacing her voice.

"He was with Father's name early this morning. Did his plane arrive back in Japan?"

You hear the door handle open, and your husband enters. The menacing glare in his eyes changes into a soft glimmer as the side of his lips perk up, "Speak of the devil. " you smile at your spouse as he waits in the middle of the room, waiting for you to finish the call. Your mother chuckles, and with a fast, "Right, go welcome your husband back home." before she hangs up. "Bye-bye." you eye your husband as he takes off his meticulously tailored jacket and puts it on the couch. You reach for him, and he pulls you into his arms. The smell of smoky wood cologne engulfs your senses, and in some way, it calms you down. He kisses your head and buries his face in your h/c hair, mumbling something. You hum in question, looking up at his sapphire eyes," Is something wrong?"

You know I was with your father today, right?"

"yes.."

"We discussed the future of the Family name and," he stops for a moment and licks his lip before he calmly utters," I'm planning to over throne Minegishi."

"What?" you break away from his embrace. Shock and fear resonate through your body, your heart rate quickens, and you stammer, trying to form a sentence.

"Roshan, Minegishi will have your head if he senses betrayal."

"Y/n, everything is planned. I joined the Japanese underworld, planning to one day be the leader."

Mental pictures of bloodied and injured Roshan surface in your mind, causing tears to well up in your eyes.

"Y/n..." he calls for you, sadly.

He steps toward you, his tattooed hands reach for your cold hands, and he puts them over his beating heart.

"I planned everything except you. From my joining ceremony to climbing up the ranks, everything. Minegishi blessed me with the unexpected, and I'm happy, ми́лой"

"Don't worry about me." he lifts his hand to wipe away the tear sliding down your cheek.

"When will it be?" you utter, cloudy eyes looking at his saddened one.

"Next week," he answers, his hands still holding yours over his chest.

The room stands still, your rapidly beating heart contrasting with Roshan's calm rhythm.

"Is there a way I can help? You know I can use guns." you inquire.

" I need you to leave the coun-"

you interrupt him," Absolutely not, Roshan. I'm staying. " your voice rises and rings in the room.

He looks down at his polished leather shoes, displeased. His two white locks hang over his face, shadowing his eyes.

"so?" you stand grounded in your place, hands crossed and a frown on your face.

He looks at you through his eyelashes. 

He shakes his head in disapproval before he straightens up and pulls a gun from behind his back strapped to his belt,"

"The upcoming years won't be easy, y/n." He hands you the gun, heavy in your hand.

"Then let's face it together." you cup his cheek and tentatively caress it with your thumb.

"я тебя люблю" He leans down, capturing your lips with passion and hunger. You melt into his touch when he pulls you back to him, enveloping you between his broad shoulders. You ran your hand through his black hair, pushing him into you to deepen the kiss even more.

A sudden knock pulls you away from each other. A string of saliva connects you two before it instantly breaks.

You wipe your lips, and take a deep breath to gather your thoughts before answering with a questioning yes.

"The dinner is ready," the maid's voice comes muffled from the other side.

"We'll be down soon," you reply, gaining a grimace from Roshan.

You hear the maid's footsteps fade when you walk toward the door.

" Take a cold shower, and don't fire the maid. " you tease him as you exit the room to help aid the rest of the staff. His words of love are fresh in your mind, subduing the stinging pain in your chest for the upcoming clash.

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hehehehe, hi I'm back with another chapter. maybe next chapter we'll get something i dunoo :3

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