#I need him carnally y’all don’t know

[sxcret-garden]

Ateez Reaction ღ Asking them to teach you how to fuck [M]

ღ Ateez all members x fem-bodied!reader ღ genre: smut reaction (best friend!Ateez x inexperienced reader), (implied) friends to fwb/friends to lovers in one part ღ warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption

Author’s note: This is definitely not what I had planned to write today but oh well :’) I hope you guys enjoy~

Edit: This is labelled as having a fem-bodied!reader, but Yeosang's, San's, Mingi's and Jongho's parts also work with a gn!reader (I changed the wording slightly for two of those parts to make them gn, cause the original versions weren't very far away from that) - Yunho's part is technically gn too, but i think one line of it makes no sense if reader is imagined to be male bodied!

Hongjoong:

when one day you somewhat shyly ask him if he would teach you how to please a guy he’s definitely surprised

but it’s also not like he sees a problem with friends hooking up? i mean - y’all know each other well and trust each other, so having sex shouldn’t be an issue

teaches you everything you wanted to know and then some more, until suddenly you can barely even remember that other guy who made you feel like you needed to practice so much anymore

he’ll be gentle with you, seeing how you don’t have much experience yet, and somehow he’ll end up pleasuring you first to help you relax

only when you’re about to cum on his fingers does he stop for a second to consider whether it’s really okay to go this far with you

but you’re enjoying yourself, and now you’re whining for him to keep going, so that’s what he does

makes you cum and then lets you rest for a bit, before he starts guiding your hands down his body

praises you for everything you do and gently nudges you in the right direction, until you have him cumming into your fist - but he won’t stop there

there’s just something insanely hot to him about having full control over what you do to him as he gives you instructions, and this is definitely also awakening some kind of corruption kink deep inside him

eventually you end up on top of him as he guides you down his cock and into a steady rhythm, having you ride him

and of course this becomes a regular thing between the two of you, both keeping up the pretense that you’re still just “practicing”, when really there’s a carnal need growing inside both of you that makes you always come back to each other for more

Seonghwa:

the first time you bring it up to him that you’ve been wondering if he could help you practice having sex he feels conflicted to say the least

of course he wants to help you!! but this is about having sex with one of his best friends, and he doesn’t know if he wants to cross that line with you

but at the same time it’s also apparent that your question is affecting him when you can see his ears turn red, and eventually he has to get out of there for a second to get himself a glass of water sakdfjlks

“So is that a yes?” you ask him when he comes back, and he almost spits the water back out aksdljfkjsd

“I-I’ll have to think about it, Y/N…” he somehow manages to stutter, before he forcibly changes topic

he needs a few days to calm down about this, but once some time has passed he figures it’s probably not a big issue if he helped you out a bit, right?

you agree on a few rules like no kissing, no actual intercourse, but he’s willing to let you touch him otherwise

and so you decide to start slow, with a simple handjob, and he actually finds himself enjoying the way he can tell you what to do, gently push you in the right direction, plus the sight of having your hands wrapped around his cock just does something very sinful to him - so it’s no surprise that you don’t have any trouble making him cum

but now he feels the need to pay you back, and so you let him finger you, and his skillful touches throw you over the edge in no time

you do this a few times, until eventually you find yourselves growing more needy, and you end up sucking him off while he eats you out, quietly turning it into a game of who can make the other cum faster in your mind

needless to say, now that you started casually hooking up you won’t be stopping anytime soon

Yunho:

he is SOSO flustered when you first ask him about whether he could teach you a bit about sex the first time and immediately says no aksjdklfsk

“Y/N, we’re just friends… shouldn’t you do that with an actual boyfriend?”

but you insist, admitting that you feel embarrassed about how inexperienced you are, and of course this guy reassures you that you’re fine the way you are, and once the right guy comes along he will surely be understanding with you

and as much as you want to believe his words, your insecurities prevail, until eventually you find an agreement that you can at least come ask him about stuff if you feel unsure about something so he could give you a verbal explanation

and you take him up on that offer pretty soon, simply because you’re curious kasjflkasdj

so when one day you ask him out of the blue whether guys prefer getting handjobs or blowjobs he’s a blushing mess first of all

“W-well, it depends on the guy…?” - so you ask him what he prefers and now he’s visibly uncomfortable

but he figures you’re just curious, so he tells you about how both is nice, it really depends on his mood, but he probably prefers a simple handjob most of the time

he loosens up a bit eventually, and as you continue talking about the topic and you ask him all kinds of questions, neither of you can deny that it’s affecting you

except nothing really happens afterwards, because you know he wouldn’t want to overstep that boundary

it’s only until a little later, when you’re both drunk at a party and he suddenly pulls you aside to tell you that he hasn’t been able to think about anything but what it would be like to have sex with you

and well, you pressing your body up against his does nothing to deflate that situation, and so you disappear in the nearest room where it’s just the two of you, and in no time clothes are flying off and your hands are all over each other

but despite the desperation that the both of you are feeling, he’s still careful with you, taking the lead as you spend the rest of the night fucking in that room

Yeosang:

he has no idea how to react when you ask him to teach you how to fuck, so it’s just awkward silence for a few moments

until he offers to treat you to a few hours with a sex worker instead ksajdflkjs

and well, that’s not exactly what you had in mind, because the point of you asking him was that he’s someone who’s known you for a long time and who knows you well

“Ahhh, I see… then sorry that I can’t be who you want me to be, but no.” (why does he have to say it so dramatically fksdjkfas)

you’re of course a bit disappointed, but it’s not like you don’t understand him - not everyone would want to cross that line with a friend - so you leave it at that for now

until one evening you’re together at your place, and you can tell something’s off about him - he seems fidgety and like he’s anxious about something, so eventually you decide to ask what’s up

and he doesn’t really want to give you an answer at first, but eventually he manages to force out an explanation

“Just… what you said to me a few days ago… I thought about it again… and maybe we can try it after all?” - you two talk a lot so it takes you a while to understand what he’s hinting at, but once you do, you’re immediately by his side

you reach for his hand as you’re sitting side by side, and somehow both your nerves are making it hard to do anything

“S-so… how do we start? Do we kiss?” he asks, and you agree that that might be a good idea, and weirdly enough as soon as your lips meet his and you fall into an unhurried pace, both your anxieties seem to be washed away

you get into his lap, and somehow you both just end up following your instincts, only breaking the kiss to tell each other what feels good, and then eventually in order to moan at the way you dry humping him is about to get the both of you off

you’re taking this very slow, but it becomes a regular thing for you to meet up in order to have sex from then on, both exploring and learning about each other’s body as you go

San:

another one who feels very conflicted the first time you bring it up to him

he doesn’t think mere friends should be doing this kind of thing with each other, but at the same time he can’t say he isn’t tempted

he says no at first, but the days after he just can’t stop thinking about you naked, on top of him, underneath him, you name it

until these thoughts start to haunt him in his dreams too, and he knows he can’t possibly be normal around you anymore if he doesn’t do anything about this

so he decides to help you out after all, under the premise that you won’t have any actual intercourse

instead, he teaches you how he likes to be touched with hands only, and eventually he also lets you suck him off

tells you exactly what to do that would drive any guy insane, gives you advice in between moans and at some point he will start rambling, until his high is coming so close that his train of thought just cuts off

and once he sees the state he put you in after cumming in your mouth - your glazed over eyes, his seed dripping down your lips before you lick it all up and swallow - he just can’t help himself anymore

“Shit, Y/N, let me fuck you, please,” he mutters, desperation in his voice

and as soon as you give him the okay this guy will be all over you, being rougher than you’d have expected him to be, fucking you as he’s led only by his instincts and his need to feel the warmth of being inside you

Mingi:

he’s another one who isn’t opposed to having sex with a good friend

actually, he feels a weird sense of relief when you ask him if you could practice with him, because he feels very comfortable with you and so he knows he too will be able to let go quickly

you start slow anyway, because he doesn’t want to overwhelm you - seeing how you don’t have much experience yet - and so he’s even more surprised when you reach for his dick pretty quickly

you ask if what you’re doing is good, and as you’re giving him a few strokes this guy is hard in no time

will put his hand onto yours to guide you into the pace he likes, but very soon he’ll simply leave it up to you, wanting to know exactly what you would do to him if he doesn’t interfere

and soon enough his sanity will start to slip away, and when he starts bucking his hips into your hand the dynamic shifts ever so slightly, because suddenly you don’t seem so inexperienced anymore at all as you dare to tease him about how needy he is

lets you make him cum onto his stomach, before you call it quits for the day, but you’ll be sure to come back for more soon

he’ll let you get him off in all kinds of ways, until eventually you two start experimenting with anything and everything you’re curious about, all under the premise of “practice”

and soon he too will feel the need to return the favour and get you off too, learning all about how your body reacts to his touch, and figuring out together what feels best for you

you’re gonna spend whole weekends at his place just fucking, and in no time you basically know each other’s bodies like the back of your own hand

and it’s more than likely that in the process this guy actually falls in love with you, and even though it’s still a whiiiile until he actually finds the courage to tell you that, he will make damn sure you won’t even think about wandering off to someone else

“You’re mine, Y/N,” - the words will repeatedly slip past his lips as he’s fucking you, and surely enough they do something to you too

Wooyoung:

you two tend to be very touchy to begin with - even though you’re definitely not in love he gives you kisses on the cheeks or your neck all the time, and when you’re having a sleepover you can be sure it will include a good amount of cuddling

so when one day he’s spooning you, focused on drawing random patterns on the skin on your arm, and you tell him that you’ve been thinking whether he would be okay with showing you how to properly please a guy he isn’t put off by the idea at all - though he is a little surprised, both because he was of the impression you had a lot more experience than you do, and because he didn’t think you’d ever consider him the right person to come to with a favour like this (like????? who else would be a better person??????)

and this guy is so gentle and respectful with you - he’ll ask exactly what you want him to show you, what you want him to do, will ask before whatever he does whether you’re okay with it or not,...

you just end up having really sweet sex as you help each other out of your clothes and you both get a little distracted worshipping each other’s body

there will be a lot of giggling as you slowly figure out what the other likes and what not, until you end up flat on your back, with his head between your legs, and suddenly all that light-hearted curiousity turns into a deep passion

he eats you out and makes you cum on his tongue multiple times, eager to please you and to see how many more of those sinful moans and whimpers he can draw out of you

until finally you grab him by the hair and pull him away so he would give you a break to catch your breath and to remind him that he was supposed to teach you how to do this stuff

“You asked me how to please a guy,” he replies. “This is how you please this guy right here.” - at this point he is absolutely pussy drunk, there’s no going back for him

will offer to get you off every single time you have a sleepover from now on (and mysteriously the amount of sleepovers you have is suddenly increasing drastically), but he will also exert some amount of self control beforehand and let you get him off too, before he makes you feel good

Jongho:

the first time you very awkwardly hint at him that you’ve been wondering if he’d be willing to teach you how to fuck he simply laughs

until he realizes you weren’t joking

panics internally as all the times he’s gotten off while thinking of you flash him by and he somehow manages to tell you that you’re just friends and you should really reconsider this!!!

he never actually gives you a proper answer on that day, and neither of you bring it up until like two weeks later

you’re both chilling with your phones in your hands, having made yourselves comfortable on his bed as you often do when you’re at his place, when he suddenly speaks up

“So… do you still want me to… teach you a few things?” he asks, not taking his eyes off his phone, and you can feel the nervousness radiating off of him - but as soon as you say yes that mood instantly gets replaced with confidence

“Then come here.” - he goes slow to figure out what you’re okay with and what not, but when you throw your arms around him once he starts scattering kisses in your neck as he hovers above you, he knows he can’t hold back anymore

gets you off with his hand first, before he guides yours to his cock and shows you exactly how he wants you to return the favour

“Wanna go all the way? Cause I’ve been thinking about this…” he admits, and when you say yes he doesn’t spare you any details

tells you about what he wants to do to you, and lets you decide which of his fantasies you want to recreate, until you end up in all kinds of positions, having him fucking one orgasm after the other out of you, until it becomes clear you’re getting tired and you really can’t take any more

you’re both very awkward after this, to the point you act weird around each other even in front of your other friends, who start wondering whether you had a fight

but as things calm down between the two of you, you meet up again at his place

you decided prior to that that what happened several days ago was a one time thing, and you wouldn’t do it again

or so you thought, because as soon as you find yourselves side by side on his bed again, neither of you can deny that the only thing you’re thinking about is continuing where you had left off last time

[rhaenyraeri]

Co-Star Tensions - Jack O’Connell

based off this behind the scenes picture hehe

minors dni!! 18+ only!!

Part 2

Summary: You and your costars were called back for some reshoots, and one night after a long day of filming, something unexpected happens.

Pairing: Jack O’Connell x fem!Reader (and technically Remmick x fem!Reader?)

Warnings: it is filth y’all, oral (m receiving), thigh riding, there be’est role play involved, some swearing, i’m not great at writing smut unfortunately

Note: this is an rpf (real person fic) so i encourage that if you don’t like that, please keep scrolling. i’ve never wrote one of these before but i felt compelled to lol. also if there are any mistakes pls let me know 🫶

The tension could, almost literally, be cut with a knife on the set. Everyone could tell, but no one would say it. They wouldn’t speak about how you and Jack had scenes just barely near each other, but you both gravitated closer. No one would dare mention how hard you locked in on him when filming the scene with vampire Burt, how he sat in the rocking chair covered in fake blood.. there was something about it. Something, dare you say, carnal, was awakening in you.

The nights you yearned to touch him, yearned to just have your hands on him, sexually or not. The nights just hoping he felt the same way. Just watching him in his element, such a talented actor and great man, having the honor to work alongside him. He just had that charm about him, and that charm resonated into Remmick. You wanted him, and you wanted Remmick. Two birds, one stone.

There were just a few nights of filming left, and the two of you had spoken earlier in the day about how sad it was to say goodbye to a wonderful cast and to people you’d grown to call friends. Some scenes needed some touch ups, and others need reshoots due to new ideas flourishing from the director.

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Walking past the set to your makeup artist’s camper, you noticed a figure in the dark. Leaned back in the rocking chair, in the corner of the darkened room used for a reshoot earlier that day. The light in the corner cast a slight shadow onto the figure and you stopped to get a better look. It was Jack, still dressed in the bloody Remmick costume from the scene filmed earlier with Joan and Burt. The way he looked at you after ran chills up your spine. He caught you staring from the sidelines of the crew. Tensions were already high due to your character and Jack’s being romantic partners, and having to say filthy shit to each other had you reeling, yearning for it to have meaning behind it.

“Hey baby,” he spoke, that thick southern drawl that Remmick had came out. Your mouth dropped slightly, your hands holding your belongings slowly lowering. He was staring right at you, that was meant for you. He slowly began rocking, eyes never leaving you. “You gonna come on over here, darlin’? I’ve been waitin’ for you.”

Oh, what the southern drawl did to you. You didn’t think it’d corral you into him like this but it did. That thick accent made you swoon, in and out of character. Seeing him calling out to you, and you alone, warmed you up.

“Come on now, lass. You just gonna leave ol’ Rem hangin’?”

Ah. So this is how he’s gonna be. Jack wants you, and he’s going to do it in true vampiric Remmick nature. He’s luring you in.

Realizing you’d better play the part, you close your eyes and get into character. You dropped your items and starting making your way to him.

“There she is… there’s my girl. I’ve missed you,” shaking his head slightly, still rocking in the chair. Your feet clicked against the concrete floor almost antagonizingly slow, your eyes never left his, and you felt your body heat up. Crossing onto the wood, the change of energy set the mood. There he was, still covered in that fake blood from earlier, dripping right over his face and down his neck. The lights of the set were all either off or dim, save for this one hanging overhead. Just enough to hit him like a spotlight.

“I’m sorry, Remmy. I didn’t mean to make you wait on me. Are you upset at me, baby?,” you spoke to him. You could watch as those words made every hair on him stand up, the gulp traveled down his throat, and his hand gripped the armrest. His foot started to shake a little. You put on those big puppy dog eyes your character has when she looks at her lover. Slowly, you stepped closer and closer to him, walking behind the chair and putting your hands on his shoulders. You leaned down to his neck, right beside his ear and said, “I’m here now, baby. Did you need somethin’?”

“I just missed you, darlin’. Missed your touch, your voice… your face. Lord, that face of yours,” he admired as a hand reach beside him and held your cheek. The tension you two had all lead up to this moment. You took your hand and ran it up his arm and over his that was placed on your face, locking your fingers into his. Taking your other hand off of his shoulder, you walked in front of him, and used your free hand to touch his face in return.

“You’ve made a mess, Rem. But you look just as handsome as always.”

“Nah, darlin’, this ain’t no mess. A mess is what you’ve made me into, and I think you know just how to clean it up.”

Did you? Did he want you to touch him? Fuck him? Be with him? This is all new to you, this role playing thing. Not to mention it being with a man you’ve admired for so long, and just hoped that one day you’d be able to have him this way. This was your chance to finally have what you wished for.

Your eyes left his, scanning down his body in that outfit that made you an unstable wreck, and stopped at his pants. Smirking, you nodded, and stood between his now open legs. He took his free hand and grabbed your waist, bringing you closer to him. His body was practically calling out to you, you could feel how badly he wanted you, and he could feel you the same way. You bit your lip, and got on your knees.

“Oh, Rem. You got this worked up over me? I can’t just let you suffer, can I, my love?”

He gulped hard, biting his lip and hardening his lock on you.

“Nah, I don’t think that’d be very kind of you.”

“I didn’t think it would.”

Your hand left his face, running down his neck, chest, then stomach, and finally ending at his suspenders and pants. Your fingers got to work fast on his buckles and buttons, as you wanted him more than you could imagine. You wanted to taste him. You were going to. That was certain between the two of you.

Pulling off his pants and underwear in one movement, they fell to his ankles. He was hard for you. Thinking about how you walked on the set each day, head held so high and you were so passionate about your work. So passionate about the project.. about your characters. About him, he wished.

You kissed his tip, making sure to keep that eye contact. A guttural moan left him and you felt your heart flutter with pride, excitement, and admiration for the man in front of you. Your right hand came down to wrap around him, moving it up slowly, taking in what you’re about to do to him. Stroking him for a few more moments, you grew impatient. You wanted the taste of him, and you wanted the feeling of having the man you’ve pined over for months in you finally. Leaning back down, you opened your mouth and ran your tongue down the length of his dick. Stopping at the top after a few times of going up and down, you sucked, letting your tongue roam around him. You hummed against him, the sensation making him let another low, sexy moan out. Your head began to bob up and down, and your cheeks hollowed out as you went as far as you could. Your eyes closed, humming as you sucked on him. You felt his hand trace your jaw and entangle itself into your hair, grabbing a loose fist full of it and guiding you.

Deciding it was enough, he used his grip on your hair to pull you off him, and got a good look at your face. Your eyes filled with lust met his eyes, matching the same level of desire that you had.

“Stand up, I want you to try somethin’ out for me,” he said, breath shaky, as he ran his hands up your costume dress, and pulled your underwear down, “good, now we’re even.”

He put a hand on your waist, guiding you down to his thigh, using his grip to rock you back and forth over it. You grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and the top of the chair with other, now guiding yourself across with his assistance still being used.

“Oh, yeah. You like that, huh? Grindin’ on my thigh all desperate like. ‘Cause that’s what you are, desperate, right?” That drawl invoked a loud and, like he said, desperate moan from you, right into his ear. The hand on his shoulder now gripped his hair, holding him closer to you.

“I saw you watching me from the sidelines. You wanted me so bad, now you’ve got me. This is what you wanted, right? You’ve made me a damn mess, girl.”

His façade as Remmick was now gone, and it was his pure intentions coming out of him. That accent change damn near made you release then and there, but you were too lost in the feeling of his warm thigh against your pussy as you took out your sexual yearning on it. His other hand ran between your body and his, rubbing your clit, and he took his fingers to his mouth. He made sure to get your eyes to look into his as he savored your arousal. The fake blood mixed into his mouth a little as he finally got a taste of the beauty before him.

“You couldn’t be the only one that got a little taste, huh, darling?”

That was enough to get you off, and you came hard onto him. His moans from seeing you getting yourself off to a part of him that wasn’t even sexual filled your ears as you moaned into his ear, wrapping your arms around his neck as you came down from your high. You stayed like this for a few minutes until you both calmed down. You raised up, running a hand over his chest before placing it around his heart.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted you. Not even just like this, you know? You’re special, you’re beautiful. Absolutely perfect. D’you want to go out sometime? Properly get to hang out?”

You smiled, nodding along with the idea.

“I’d love to. I hoped for so damn long that you felt that way, too, you handsome devil.”

“Handsome vampire, get it right.”

You giggled, leaning in to give him a kiss.

“Oh, and for future reference, just know that was hot as fuck.”

“Duly noted, love.”

[carbonfiction]

i know the general census is that frank is gentle but how would he handle if his little bunny that seemed all innocent and shy liked it insanely rough? not just spanking and backshots “rough” but face slapping and grabbing, breath play like holding her mouth and nose, intense manhandling like chokeholds and being held in the air to show how small she is in his arms and lowk clit torture. and she likes to act all delicate because she is and can’t even fit him all the way in after training and also squirts from a few touches to her clit but she likes being broken and wants him to use every ounce of his strength to do that and i need him to skullfuck me with my hands tied behind my back with a vibrator assaulting my clit…and then he slaps my cheek over and over and then pulling out to put me in a chokehold until i’m bruised 🐳 glasses anon i need him to break five pairs monthly from how rough he is i need him to CORRUPT MEEE

FIRSTLY!! 🐳ANON HELLOO<33 I have missed you<3

Please you are so real, it’s like actually a carnal needdddd how bad I need frank to hold my jaw and coo filthy filthy things at me while he blows out my back. And you are SO right on the corruption and skull fucking omggggg. Oh and I also wanna add bc of this ask (and my absolutely foul thoughts on born again bearded frank) I ammmm working on a rougher/mean!Frankie piece rn and I am quaking each time I open the draft. I cannot wait to get a sec to get it finished for y’all <3

im praying this is understandable enough though and not complete waffle😭 I struggle trying to get my thoughts out clearly enough sometimes if ya couldn’t already tell🥲 18+smut thoughts below the cut inc themes of rough sex, breath play/choking, Size kink? Doggy/prone? Was the goal anyway😭Overstimulation, bodily fluids and aftercare (pleeeeease lmk if I've missed anything, i always go blank tagging😭)

Buuuuuuut buckle up! in response to this, I feel like if there’s anyone who can offer the rough stuff it’s him yk? Obviously if you were to let him, no mattwr how embarrassed you could be about it, he'd listen openly. But just know there would be SO many conversations beforehand on likes, dislikes, hard limits, safe words, boundary’s ect, and this goes for both of you! Neither of you want to make the other uncomfortable, especially not in a moment that takes such a level of sexual intimacy, trust and even respect. (Even when being deceptively disrespectful sometimes)

Frank strikes me (and im sure many of you guys) as task motivated so if his baby bun wants something a certain way, he’s going to ensure everything is correct for her to get it. He loves you too much to do anything without afformentioned confirmation. This also includes a lot of discussion on what sort of thing you need for aftercare within those moments when things get heavy too-

And I say those moments bc I don’t think he’d always indulge it? like dont get me wrong, he’d do it, but it’s not going to be every single time you fuck yk? He might incorporate bits here and there like a lil hard tap on the cheek for your attention “eyes on me, yeah, there she is, theres my dirty girl” or a hand on the neck “that feelin good sweetheart? That pretty head gettin all fuzzy?”

Perhaps frank even indulges you with licks of overstim outside of those moments, forfilling it with whatever form is within the mood- vibe, his mouth or fingers. “Shhh, You can take it. Taken more than this before, atta girl, you feel it, aint gotta think, just gotta keep cummin”

But the whole shebang? The whole 9 yards of him getting reeeeal rough, properly leaving marks, really manhandling or getting intensely mean would definitely be different; perhaps even almost planned? Like for example those moments are reserved for say arguments sake, ovulation, pent up stress relief or when your headspace is feeling a specific way?

The way he fucks, the way he talks and touches you? All Completely different to how frank would usually operate in the bedroom and that’s not a bad thing in the slightest!! I just personally feel it would take as much out of frank to do it as it would for you to take it yk?

But That being said he would be disgustingly good with it when he does use it <3

Wrapping his big bicep beneath your chin as he fucks into you harshly from behind, the other hand pinching and slapping at your tits- the taugt buds of your nipples- sharply enough to make you jerk and gasp. Problem is though, the more you jerk and react the more he tightens his hold, squeezing you in the headlock until he can feel the flutters of your cunt and the heaves of your chest. His massive body completely draped over yours, the weight of him pressing you down toward the mattress, hips pummelling your backside in a brutal fashion, punching deep and fast. "Fuckin tight little hole's squeezin my cock, you like not bein able to breathe? feelin me in your tummy?" the hand at your tits drifting to press at your stomach making you squeak, the pressure intensifying the pleasure coursing through you. "Yeaaah, yeah you love all that cock in there dontcha Bun, greedy fuckin girl. Made for it, just lettin me use that pussy how i want"

That hand (sometimes then reaching for your vibe if the mood so runs that way) will then drift further down to your puffy clit, already oversensitive and abused from prior attention. Frank slaps it once, twice, three times before immediately massaging tight, quick figure eights until you practically end up limp in his grip, eyes rolling back as you cum again with a choked, almost gargled moan. Your cunt squeezing him almost as tight as the grip on your neck before he lets go; letting euphoria take over your body with each gasp of oxygen that fills your lungs.

Frank does not stop until he feels you physically cannot cum anymore (or you Safeword!!). He fucks you through orgasm after orgasm (even his own) until you’re nothing short of a mess, practically trembling like a newborn deer and the slightest brush on your clit has your legs closing with a broken yowl. Panting body absolutely covered with various marks, drying spit, slick and cum.

The aftercare, while hes incredible with it generally, is then a complete 180 however- gone is all the roughness of his movements, the sharpness of his words. Replaced by touchs that are feather light and words careful, quiet grumbles as he checks in on you. "Hey pretty girl.. Heads all hazy huh? I know.. But i gotcha, franks gotcha, your safe."

Once you've had a drink and a little bite to eat, some fruit or something simple, he'll always carry you to the bathroom and only leave you to change the sheets as you sit to pee (bc christ forbid a uti on his watch-) then you can lean back against his chest in the warm water of the bath he left running, his broad body sat behind yours as he gets you clean without you even needing to move.

Whispers of soft praise and gentle shushes filling the echoing bathroom as he ensures every sensitive inch of skin is clean even when your eyes droop. "Shhh, i know.. Know its sore baby, just one more moment. One more swipe n' ill leave it alone yeah?" punctuated with a soft kiss to your temble that an hour ago you wouldn't of been able to even dream of him doing.

Frank dries you off with the softest towl you own, of course warmed by the dryer. soothing your skin with a lotion and/or balm you love. Never forgetting to pay extra gentle attention to the red welts on your ass, thighs and chest as he tells you how gorgeous you are in a moment that sometimes, you can feel anything but.

He'll help you into the pajamas you choose (wether your own or one of his shirts/boxers) and not bat a single eye if wearing panties to bed is too uncomfortable for you to handle.

Once fully comfortable his first mission is to then get you a propper snack or little meal. Insisting food is fuel and you need it after everything he put you through as he treads of to the kitchen. Coming back to then execute mission number 2: laying down with you resting cuddled up on his chest.

Fingers softly running over your arm as he presses kisses anywhere he can with little movement. "Doin okay sweetheart? You tell me if you need anything else alright? Nothins too much for my girl." " so proud of you, ya know that?"

"Gettin sleepy down there? I know..shh, you get some rest. Not goin anywhere i promise, Love you sweetheart"

[buckys-lover]

Dile (Cuéntale)

miguel o’hara x spiderwoman!reader

song inspo: dile by don omar + playlist

main masterlist // nsfw masterlist

word count: 4.5k

summary: Miguel gets jealous of your relationship with Peter. He’s on a mission to prove he’s better.

warnings: SMUT (18+), minors DNI, porn without much plot (I need him carnally), jealous/possessive miguel, biting kink (pretend his bites aren’t paralyzing y’all), miguel being a munch!, unprotected sex (pls be safe irl), overstimulation? (he makes you cum a lot), creampie/breeding kink, dirty talk, operating under the assumption they’re both nude under their suits, Spanish (I’ll put translations in a reblog), mutual pining/a confession!?, way too many italics bc I need to emphasize everything.

A/N: this was just supposed to be a short concept piece…and it ended up taking me three weeks to write bc I just kept adding more. anyways, felt weird to write miguel speaking spanish if the reader doesn’t understand so this is technically latina!reader // as always, feedback is greatly appreciated, reblog and lmk what you think! <333

Translation Reblog

You’re coming back from a successful mission with Peter (Spiderman 9411). You were able to stop and capture an anomaly, a variation of Doc Ock, and send them back to their original universe. Upon your return, you make your way to HQ to brief Miguel on what happened. Everything was going fine. You and Peter were laughing and joking around together while giving report, just having a good time.

Meanwhile, Miguel was watching you both intently, narrowing in on the way that Peter casually touches you, the way he looks at you, the smile that reaches his eyes when he’s around you. Miguel was always suspicious that there was something going on between you two. A week ago, his suspicion was confirmed when Lyla mentioned that you two slept together (even though you made her promise not to tell anyone). And he couldn’t stand it.

He keeps his tone clipped and cold. Simply saying you did a good job before dismissing you. You and Peter turn to leave, but Miguel speaks up, telling you to stay behind. You don’t think much of it; after all, you were one of the few people Miguel was close to. Maybe he just wanted to discuss something unrelated. You tell Peter to head out and you’ll catch up with him later. The doors shut behind him, and you can hear them lock. The room is silent except for the occasional beeps and replays of other missions on the screens. Miguel doesn’t say a word as he steps off the platform and walks toward you. Tension lingers in the air as you face each other.

He's the first to break the silence, “What’s going on with you and Peter?”

You’re a bit taken aback, confused about where this was coming from, “What are you talking about? We’re just friends.”

He shakes his head in frustration, “No me mientas cariño; I’m not blind!”

“Miguel, no sé de que estás hablando.” But you do know. And it’s becoming evident that Lyla snitched on you.

“Don’t play dumb.” His voice hardens, and he comes closer, “Answer me.”

You’re starting to get fed up with his attitude. What you and Peter do is none of his business, and you place a hand on his chest to try and push him away, but he’s firm in place.

He grabs your wrist and leans down, a harsh whisper in your ear, “Tell me, what does he have that I don’t?”

It hits you then, and you pull back, narrowing your eyes at him, “Estás celoso?” You scoff in disbelief when you finally take notice of his jealousy. You honestly want to laugh, but the look on Miguel’s face lets you know that’d be a bad idea.

“You didn’t answer me.” He huffs.

You decided then to stoke the flames, “Let’s find out.” Maybe he’d finally cut through the tension and get to what you know you’ve both been craving.

Your heart races as the tension between you reaches its peak. With a daring glance, you take a step closer to Miguel, bodies almost touching. Your eyes lock, and the air crackles with anticipation.

You take in the way his pupils dilate at your words as he leans in, your lips mere millimeters apart, teasingly close. “Tell me you want this as much as I do.” He murmured, voice heavy with need.

His admission sends shivers down your spine. Your breath hitches and your heart hammers against your chest. You've wanted this for a long time, and nothing's stopping you now. You wrap your arms around his neck and close the remaining distance between your lips. Mouths colliding in a passionate and urgent kiss, all your pent-up desires finally unleashed.

Your bodies mold together as your tongues intertwine, exploring and tasting each other with a fervor born of longing. Miguel's hands find their way to your waist, pulling you even closer while your fingers weave through his hair, tugging gently.

Breaking the kiss, your heavy breaths mingle in the air, eyes locked with an intensity that speaks volumes.

"Don't hold back, Miguel. Enseñame. Show me you're better." Your thighs clench when you hear his growl in response.

Your lips soon meet again in a hungry, passionate kiss, igniting a fire that has been smoldering for far too long. As your bodies press against each other, your hands begin to explore, tracing the contours of each other's forms. Miguel's touch is possessive, his fingertips leaving a trail of tingling sensations on your skin.

You’re backed up against the console as Miguel's lips descend upon your neck, trailing a path of fiery kisses along your skin. He revels in the soft gasps that escape your lips.

He lifts you and lays you down; you can feel the coldness of the metal through your suit. His lips are still on your neck, and you can feel the sharp point of his fangs against your delicate skin. Without warning, he bit you, drawing blood. You gasped at the sensation, feeling his tongue soothe over the bite marks that were already beginning to heal.

“Your biting kink is showing.” You tease, still enjoying the residual sting of it.

“I don’t have a-- shut up.” He growled the words into your neck before biting you again. It was obvious that it was something he enjoyed. A way to mark you up and make it clear who you belong to now.

“Te ves tan hermosa así.” He whispers as he pulls away, eyes glued on your neck, giving a hum of satisfaction over the way you look after he’s staked his claim on you.

You watch him as he brings his hand to your collarbone, tracing the marks gently with his claws before he hooks it under the neck of your suit. You hear it first. The sound of the threads tearing before the feel of cool air.

He ripped your suit. He ripped your fucking spider suit. “Miguel!” The shock evident in your voice as he’s practically torn the suit off your body. He meets your gaze, showing no signs of remorse for what he just did. “No te preocupes preciosa. I’ll make you a new one, a better one.”

You huff at his words; you really liked that suit. But your protest quickly dies down the moment you feel his lips on your bare chest. He’s taking his time with you, marking you up as much as he possibly can. Lips latching onto your nipple, tongue swirling around and sucking while his hand gives attention to your other breast. Your back is arching, trying to get as close to his mouth as possible, reveling in the feeling of him sucking and nibbling your sensitive skin.

“Love these fucking tits.” He whispers against your skin as he holds them in his hand, loving the softness of them and how you react. You need him desperately as his kisses and bites travel further down your body. You’re squirming under his touch, and once his lips meet the apex of your thighs, you buck your hips up into him. Your fingers make their way into his hair, tugging him so he places that sinful mouth where you need him most.

“Por favor Miguel,” You can barely think straight with the way he’s looking at you. “Necesito…” Your words trail off. He looks at you, a teasing glimmer in his eyes, “Qué necesitas?”

You groan in frustration, tugging his hair again to show him what you mean. He just shakes his head at you, not willing to budge until he hears you beg for him. He’s waiting. Patiently. You know Miguel, and he’d wait forever just to prove a point.

You finally give in, “Miguel, please, need you so bad.” He tilts his head, still waiting expectantly; he needs to hear more. He needs to hear how desperate you are for him.

“Ay por Dios! Miguel, I can’t wait any longer. Please- need you…need your mouth. Anything!” You’re whining at this point, and can’t believe how pathetic you sound. But it was enough. That’s what he needed to hear before finally giving you what you craved.

He has your thighs tight in his grip, spread apart in front of him. You meet his hungry stare as his lips latch onto your pussy, sucking at your clit. Your hips buck up, grinding onto his face as a needy moan escapes your lips. He groans, enjoying the pressure, tongue lapping up your juices.

“Tastes so good, so fucking sweet~ could eat you for days…and so wet; todo para mi, amor?” He’s on a high, whining the words into you. Craving you and the way you feel with his mouth on you, trying to keep you close as possible.

Your thighs begin to tremble, and you try your best not to crush his face. He takes notice and shakes his head. His grip tightens and presses you closer to him as if he wanted to confine himself in the slice of heaven you carry between your legs. And, God, it feels good. He’s watching you, observing the way you toss your head back in pleasure, how your free hand tries grasping at anything to ground you, the way your body shivers at his touch; he’s learning your every movement, committing your body to memory.

"Need you, such a good fucking pussy- so good…eres mía, solo mía.” The sounds he makes are obscene and he’s rambling, showering you in praise while drunk on the taste of you.

You’re squirming against him, not much movement granted as large hands are holding you down, eating you like a man starved. As if he’s on death row and you’re his last meal, and you’re not sure how much more you can take.

“Miguel~” Your voice strained, barely able to speak and tell him that you’re close, so embarrassingly close.

“C’mon, be a good girl ‘n cum for me.” He encourages, tongue flicking at your clit to bring you closer to the edge. You gasped as you felt Miguel running a finger up and down your slit, teasing you before working their way inside your weeping cunt, curling up and hitting that spot inside that has you seeing stars. Your grip is still tight in his hair, thighs quivering as your orgasm washed over you, the sensation rippling throughout your whole body.

You’re vaguely aware of Miguel pulling away as you’re coming down from your high, blissed out and hazy. It felt like you ascended to the heavens. In your daze, you look at him, noting the arrogant smirk on his face and his fingers glistening in the dim light, covered with your juices. He holds your gaze as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean, moaning contently at the taste of you.

“I’m guessing Peter could never make you feel this way, huh?” He’s right, and he knows it. But you couldn’t help but want to push his buttons.

You hum in response, “Mm, he was pretty good with his tongue too.” Teasing, waiting for him to react. And you see it; the way his body language changes in an instant at your insinuation.

He sneers at you, baring his fangs and gripping your chin to look him in his eyes, glowing red with anger, “You better watch your fucking mouth, sweetheart.”

“Or what? Qué vas a hacer Miguelito?”

Miguel narrows his eyes at the provocation, a dangerous glimmer in his eyes. “Ten cuidado, preciosa,” He hisses through gritted teeth as he leans in. His grip tightens, keeping his gaze set on you. “Sigue hablando y verás.” And just like that, his attitude changes on a dime, the anger in his eyes replaced by a hungry glint, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he leans closer to you. You barely take the time to notice that his suit is disappearing as if it were a hologram or nanotech, leaving him naked. You feel his length press up against you, and your eyes widen in shock. He’s big. Already hard and aching for you and you feel his precum drip against the inside of your thigh. You can’t help but wriggle your hips, desperate to feel him closer. “Look what you do to me.” He whispers the words in your ear as he grinds against you. Your eyes take their time looking down. Taking in everything that’s him. His broad shoulders, rippling muscles, chiseled abs; it’s insane how strong he is. You shiver at the thought of what he’s capable of. Your gaze dips further, following his happy trail down just as he’s started teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock, “Been waiting for this,” He groans, eyes shining with excitement, “No tienes idea querida.” "Bet it won’t compare, huh?” He asks, still painstakingly teasing you, “Bet it’ll feel so much better than all the times I’ve fucked my fist thinking of you and this pretty little pussy.” You gasp at his words, clenching around nothing, waiting in anticipation for him to finally fuck you. He laughs at your desperation. “Sabías eso, amor? Fantasized about you all the time, about you being mine. Solo mía.” He punctuates that final proclamation by finally entering you. He was taking his time, the stretch of him inching in was a euphoric mix of pain and pleasure, and you weren’t sure how much more you could take. It was too much; you could begin to see him bulge through your stomach, and you shake your head, not believing that he could possibly get in deeper. “Shh, just take it.” He sighed his words, enjoying the way you feel wrapped around him. “No puedo Miguel-” You gasp as you finally feel him fully press up against you. You’re so full you can barely breathe. Instinctually you wrap your legs around his waist, trying to keep him still while you adjust to his size. He pressed his hand against your navel, pushing down slightly, feeling himself. His eyes roll back at the sensation as a groan escapes his lips, wanting desperately to live in this moment forever. "Mírate." He urges, kissing your cheek. “Mira que bien nos vemos juntos, amor.” You listen to him, looking down at where you’re joined, and you squeeze at the sight of it. You rock your hips against him, letting him know it's okay to move, and he pulls out a little before pressing back in, making you moan while he sighs contently. “Look at how well you’re taking me, like you were made for me. Only for me."

The tenderness of his words was contrasted by the roughness of his movements as he began snapping his hips against yours. “So tight,” his words coming out through a strained growl while pounding into you.  “Dios! You’re squeezing me so fucking tight.”

“Feels so good, Miggy-” Tossing your head back as you moan out, pleasure engulfing you, your legs tightening around him, pressing your heel into his back as you tried to get him deeper. His next thrust was a little more brutal, his hips colliding with the back of your thighs.

“Así mi vida, así.” He growled, baring his fangs in a pleasureful grin. "Look at me." You look up at him immediately, moaning his name loosely at the feeling of him so deep inside you. So deep and big and full.

You can barely hold his gaze, trying desperately to resist the urge to roll your eyes back every time you feel him thrust back into you. You reach forward, nails digging into his bicep, trying to ground yourself in the moment.

“C’mon, you can take, can’t you?” He mocks you, his tone condescending, enjoying the way that he has you craving him. “Esto es lo que querías, verdad? But now look at you, can barely handle it-” His words cut off by a groan escaping his lips at the feeling of you clenching tighter around him.

He’s right, you don’t know how much more of this you can take as your legs begin to shake and you feel yourself quickly approaching orgasm again. Desperate hands gripping onto the flesh of your hip as he ruts into you. You let out a wanton moan as he slams home again, pulsating around him. “Cuéntale,” His grip on you tightens, sure to leave bruises by the time he’s done with you, “Cuéntale que soy mejor que él.” He whispers in your ear.

You’re nodding your head, babbling incoherently, not even aware of anything you’re really saying. He grins, knowing you’re close, and his ego soars at being able to get you there so soon. He groans as he feels you tighten around him; your eyes shut tight, and your body quivers from the intensity as your climax overwhelms you.

He slows down, trying to give you a moment to come down from your high in an effort to avoid overstimulating your senses. Soon, your body begins to relax as you’re grounded once again in reality. Your eyes are glossy with welled-up tears, and you offer Miguel a blissful smile.

“C’mon Miggy, thought you wanted to show me you’re better, I expected more from you-” You’re breathless as you speak, and it’s obvious to him that you’re just trying to egg him on, but he falls for it anyways. In an instant, he stopped his movements. His red eyes have never looked so menacing before and your breath caught in your throat. Without speaking, he pulled out, and you whined at the loss of contact.

He ignores your objection, opting to manhandle you, forcing you to turn around. He presses you down against the console, ass exposed to him. You put up a struggle in vain as he grabs your arms and pulls them back. You soon feel something wrap around your wrists, binding them. He webbed you. Effectively keeping you bound with something you couldn’t possibly hope to escape from. You felt him yank back on the binding, your hands resting above the small of your back. You hissed at the aching pain, but it was soon replaced by a moan of desperation when you felt the plush tip of his cock line up with your entrance. You expected him to tease you again, to make you beg for it, but Miguel was feeling merciless now. He drove into you without warning, making you take it as deep as he could possibly go. And at this new angle, you swear he was hitting your cervix. Your mouth opened in quiet ecstasy as he had his way with you. He kept your wrists behind your back in a tight hold, his other hand gripped firmly on your hip; you were sure that by the end of the day you’d have bruises on your hips in the shape of his fingertips. His hips were snapping relentlessly into yours, pistoning in and out of you so hard it was difficult to have a single coherent thought other than wanting more. Miguel’s growls and grunts were animalistic as they tore through his chest, his grip getting immensely tighter and his hips moving impossibly faster in this new position.

"That's better- fucking ruined and creaming on my cock. Who else can fuck you like this? No one, huh? Not Peter, not Ben, no one; only me.”

You’ve given in now, effectively broken, and all the brattiness you had left in you is gone, "Nadie! Nobody- just you, only you can fuck me like this." You choke out, legs trembling, pleasure coursing through you.

"That's right. You’re mine; mine to touch, to taste, to fuck- all mine." He harshly slaps your ass to emphasize his words. You squeal at the contact of his palm on the soft flesh, enjoying the sting it offers.

“Solo tuyo amor.” The words escape your lips in a breathless sigh, your mind hazy, dizzy with desire.  

He’s all you can think of; your senses overwhelmed by everything that’s him. The way he’s holding on to you, the way he feels aggressively pumping inside you, the grunts and groans he makes that are music to your ears. You’re delirious, unable to remember what your life was like before being here with him. Miguel reaches forward, lightly slapping your cheek. “Open up, sweetheart.” You oblige without a second thought, letting his fingers in your mouth. “Suck.” Who knew a single word could have you clenching so tight around him? A whimper leaves your lips as you obey his command, getting his fingers slick and wet with your spit. Too soon, he removes them from your mouth, and his fingers make their way down to your aching clit, rubbing tight circles to get you even closer to the edge.

“Uno más querida, solo uno más.” He urges as he speeds up his movements. You’re grinding onto his hand, eagerly chasing your release, having lost count of how many times he has had you come undone.

This one hits you like a freight train, full speed ahead. You swear you black out for a moment, your body buzzing and pulsing with a delightful and all-engulfing pleasure. You’re strung out, not offered a break as Miguel keeps pushing into you.

“Quiero verte Miguel, porfa~” You sob your words out from the overwhelming power of your orgasm, trying to turn your head to see the man who has wrecked you so thoroughly.

Slowing down, he listens to your plea and grants your wish, “Nunca te voy a negar.” Before you know it, he’s torn the webbing off your wrists with his claws and turns you around, having you once more on your back, legs spread open, welcoming him in again.

He slips back into your weeping cunt with ease, resuming his brutal pace as he tries to reach his climax. He grips onto the soft flesh of your thigh, claws slightly digging in as you wrap your legs around him, securing his spot inside you.

"Dime que soy tuyo." He pants needily, using his body to drive you forward.

"Eres mío, Miguel-" You gasp, raking your nails down his back to prove it, marking him as yours. "Mine, mine; solo mío amor"

His cock jumps inside you, both of you closer to your release. "That's right. I’m all yours,” His eyes flickered down to the place where your bodies met. Watching your pussy take him in over and over again. “Let me give you all of me- wanna fill you up.”

You unashamedly whimpered at his words, “Please, please Miguel-” Your words are starting to slur as you begin to beg him.

"Please, what? You losin' your words, now? So drunk on my cock you can't think straight?" He slaps your pussy lightly, clit puffy and sensitive. But you can't say anything, not when he's getting rougher, faster— pounding into you with a new force and determination. Rubbing tight circles on your bundles of nerves that have been exploited for the sake of your pleasure. You can feel that familiar feeling building, that knot getting tighter at the base of your stomach.

You’re almost in disbelief that you got there so quick, but with Miguel, it was like he knew your body inside and out, understanding exactly what you needed and giving you so much more.

He’ll never get over it. The way you tighten and pulse around him, the way your cunt squeezes him in a vice grip, making it harder for him to hold off his own release. The way your eyes roll back and the heavenly sounds that leave your mouth. He wants to make you feel this good for the rest of your lives. "Ay Dios— You're so pretty when you cum all over my cock." And he's still going, still pumping into your sensitive cunt with the same force. Your senses are so overwhelmed; it's like you can feel every single one of your nerve endings on fire.    "Fuck, gonna fill you up- that's what you want, right? Wanna feel full of my cum? Want me to breed you?" You're nodding desperately as you start to babble nonsense that you want him, need him, everything he wants to give you, you'll take. He leans down, burying his face in your neck as his groans reverberate against your skin. You feel him twitch inside you as he pushes in deeper, emptying himself inside you, letting you milk him for all he's worth, trying his best to not let a single drop go to waste.

He pulls back, arms braced on both sides of your head, caging you in. He meets your gaze, the red of his eyes barely visible anymore, hooded and glazed over from the feeling of you still squeezing him tight, keeping him locked in. When the haze subsides, his shoulders relax a bit, drawing closer to you. Miguel’s barely audible when he finally speaks again, but you hear his words anyways.

“Aunque tu vuelvas con él, dame otra noche.” There’s a hint of pain in his eyes, unsure of whether any of this actually meant anything to you.

Your heart aches at the allusion that you’d want anyone other than him, and you bring your hand up to his face, gently cupping his cheek, “Miguel, tú sabes que no voy a volver con él, soy tuya, recuerdas? Only yours.”

Relief washes over him as one of his rare smiles graces his face at your words, “Te quiero como a ninguna.” He murmurs as he leans down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. He pulls away, the start of another sentence on the tip of his tongue, but he’s soon interrupted.

With a flicker of yellow light, Lyla appears beside Miguel. “Took you two long enough! Was wondering when you’d finally admit your so very obvious feelings for each other.” She rolled her eyes behind her pink, heart-shaped sunglasses. “You’re welcome, by the way, this wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t snitch about you smooshing booties with Peter.” She adds, beside you now, close to your ear as if trying to whisper. “Lyla!” You swat your hand at her, embarrassed by the thought that she was aware of everything that just happened and mentioning the reason why this all transpired in the first place.

“Alright, alright,” She throws her hands up in mock surrender, “I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone, but you owe me for this!” With those final words, she disappears.

Your gaze meets Miguel’s, who just shakes his head in disbelief, rolling his eyes at the fact that Lyla chose such a tender moment to intrude on. You can’t help the laugh that bubbles out, giggling at the absurdity of it, and soon enough, he joins in on the joy you found in the moment.

~~~

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[mariabtsos]

Nuts - ||k.nj||

Description: how had Namjoon ended up in this situation? What do you mean he had to actually make a connection instead of fucking your brains out?

Genre: Oneshot, Non-idol AU, Rapper!Namjoon x Makeup Artist f!reader, strangers-to-lovers, Too Hot To Handle inspired, SMUT SMUT SMUT!! Hopeful ending. 

Warnings: Namjoon is a bit of a player and full of himself, just smut overall with a hopefully balanced plot, eventually he’ll get back in touch with his feelings, this might be the longest oneshot I've written? Oral sex f receiving, fingering f receiving, grinding, slight exhibitionism.

Word Count: 8.5k+

Namjoon thought himself a reasonable person, horny, but reasonable. He never needed to go to extremes to get what he wanted, whether it be an artist he liked to feature on a song, or fuck the sexy girl that kept bringing champagne over to his table at club. She was leaning against the wall of some small maintenance closet, her back was arched as he pounded into her relentlessly.

Once they finished, he could tell she would want more, doing a not so subtle attempt at slipping her phone number into Namjoon’s back pocket. He smirked and walked out after fixing himself up, knowing full well this would be the last time he’d see her, Namjoon never came back for seconds once he had them. It was nothing against the women he slept with, he didn’t used to be this way, but a few instances of heartbreak and a toxic cycle of make up sex can lead one to denounce love all together and give into pure carnal desire.

Such was Namjoon’s case.

When he arrived at his table he noticed his manager, Jin, and his two best friends, Hoseok and Yoongi, did not receive him with the usual knowing smiles, granted, this time he hadn’t waited long to ditch them for some pussy. Namjoon usually gave it about an hour or two into an outing before temporarily or permanently leaving his friends, but he supposed tonight he really needed a quick fix.

“Why do y’all look like you’re mad at me?” he asked, taking a seat and picking at the chips and salsa that had been placed at the center of their table.

The VIP section of the club was nice, it had a great mix of different low and high-grade celebrities, Namjoon liked to think he was making his way up from the low end of the spectrum, now that he’d been picked up a small label and his mixtape would go from SoundCloud to mainstream platforms.

“We’ve barely been here for half an hour, Namjoon-ah,” Jin complained, holding the bridge of his nose between his index finger and his thumb, Namjoon just continued to stare at him confused. “Well, it’s not my fault, every time she was serving us drinks her tits were right there, and I don’t know if you noticed but they were beautifully proportioned,” he smiled cheekily.

His friends didn’t reciprocate it.

“The label signed you up for a reality show,” Jin stated bluntly, Namjoon almost thought he heard a record scratch, “why?”

“They think it’s good exposure for you,” the older shrugged, “plus it’s like a retreat, you get to stay in a villa with other people and you play games through the summer to win a cash prize.”

“Will I get to keep the cash prize when I win?” he asked, Yoongi and Hoseok sharing a look of annoyance at their friend’s cockiness.

Namjoon had never really been the cocky type, but once his mixtapes and albums started getting hundreds of thousands of streams, and girls seemed to follow him like bees in search of honey, he’d seemed to have his feet a little too far off the ground, and it got worse once he was signed to the label.

“The label is considering it if you create enough buzz around yourself.”

“Well then, I guess I have my work cut out for me,” he smiled, dimples on full display.

You kept refreshing your email every minute, you needed this opportunity, you needed this. It had been your dream since becoming a makeup artist to open your own salon. You were tired of taking clients in the small living room of your studio apartment.

You had been looking for an investor for months when you finally found one that had been interested in your business. He had arranged an interview with you and had asked for a portfolio of your work, just to see what you offered would be worth what you were asking, everything in the interview suggested it was. You were told to wait about a week for them to get back to you, and now that it had been a couple days after the week mark you were starting to get nervous.

The notification sound of a new email made your heart start to race.

From: Hwang Jongdae

Subject: Investment on 2!3! Beauty Salon

Good morning, miss Yn,

After careful consideration of your proposal, we have unfortunately decided that we will not move forward…

You didn’t need to read the rest of the lengthy email, you slammed your laptop shut, immediately reaching for your phone to call your sister, tears inevitably escaped your eyes as soon as she picked up your call.

“Ynie what’s wrong?” She asked, her face showing immediate concern. You explained the situation to her through sobs and snot.

“I don’t know what to do!”

“You could come out with me and Danbi, we are going to the club tonight, maybe you’ll find some rich drunk guy that will invest in your salon.”

You were apprehensive at first, but in the end here you were, in the middle of a night club making somewhat conversation with some guy who’d long taken off his suit jacket and tie, you weren’t planning on anything, you just wanted to someone to converse with since your sister and her girlfriend had ditched you to go dancing.

It wasn’t your fault you had ended up outside making out. You were just sad and needed some cheering up, making out with a stranger sounded like a quick fix, and maybe you’d get a room somewhere and you could enjoy the brief happiness that came with having a one night stand

“Well, I think, your story could make for great reality TV,” his speech was slightly slurred as he pulled away, a sign that the glass he was somehow still holding was definitely not one of the first ones he’d had tonight, “I’m casting this…um…competition show, you get to spend the summer in a pretty villa with pretty people and play games, you can win a SHIT load of money,” he kept leaning toward you, you had to hold back the urge to puke as his breath reeked of alcohol.

You were interested as soon as he mentioned money, you didn’t care what kind of competition it was, you would do anything to make your dream into reality, even if it meant participating in some stupid TV show and dealing with dumb people.

Namjoon was a bit upset about giving up his phone the night before their first day of shooting, but this retreat was meant to be a place where he could disconnect entirely. Which wasn’t an entirely bad idea, the past few weeks was mainly a lot of paperwork and filming his intro for the show, apparently, he’d be the “first to arrive.”

He was happy to see champagne set up on a hightop table, he served himself a glass and waited, other guys started showing up, and then the girls started showing up as well, and to say he was pleasantly surprised was an understatement, all the women were beautiful and when you walked in? 

Namjoon quickly knew that you'd be his target.

He was immediately attracted to you, for a moment he really thought that whoever was up there, if there was anyone, must've put you right there, you were exactly the type he went for when he looked for a quick lay. You were wearing a full body bathing suit, given that the villa was at a beachfront, like shows like these often were. Your hair was down in what he assumed was its natural form, and your make up accentuated your face's features beautifully.

The rest of the girls immediately went to greet you, while the men just stared and spoke amongst themselves about who they liked, it was mostly varied answers. The six girls were the stereotypical body type you’d see in shows like these, although some were definitely on the curvier side, all from different places, the guys were pretty much the same, all well built and mouth-watering.

“Okay so to catch you up to speed…um” one of the girls spoke.

“Yn”

“Right, we have all been scanning the boys and let me tell you, it’s going to be a bloodbath,” she chuckled, as did all the others. She introduced herself as Andrea, and the other girls introduced themselves shortly after.

They walked you over to where the high-tops were, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t notice the way the beautiful dragon-eyed man was devouring you with his gaze, and regardless of your small cover-up skirt and your full body bathing suit, you felt very much naked and aroused. If his gaze alone could do that, what could he do to you?. You had no time to calm your racing heart as he approached, his tall frame towered over you.

“Hey,” his voice sounded like honey, “my name is Namjoon, what’s yours?” he wasn’t subtle at all with the way his eyes trailed up and down your body.

“Yn,” you held your hand out to him “nice to meet you Namjoon,” he took it, bringing your knuckles up to his lips to kiss, you quickly took your hand away.

“What, you don’t like chivalry?”

“You don’t seem like the type to do it genuinely,” you admitted.

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to prove you wrong.”

Your neck was hurting badly, you didn’t realize how close he’d gotten to you, making his stature much more than what you had initially suspected. Namjoon enjoyed the vertical advantage, as it gave him a perfect view to your tits, so beautiful and round, he could feel himself slowly harden, he was ready to tell you to come with him to one of the rooms so you could act upon it, when the host of the show finally showed up.

“Hello guys!” he was a beautiful man as well, did this show only look for good looking people? The producer you’d met said you’d be with pretty people, but this was another level, what a major boost to your ego. “I’m Taehyung, welcome Games in Paradise!” Everyone cheered and clapped as the host gave a pretty boxy smile, “you’ll spend the rest of your summer here, where if you succeed with our challenges, you will win a fantastic prize! Your first challenge will be announced later on by the beach, please explore your home for the next two months and enjoy!” Cheers erupted from the small group again, and everyone dispersed after Taehyung walked away.

And explore you did, the villa was huge, it came fully equipped with everything one could only dream of having. The kitchen was fully stocked with a bunch of fancy appliances for your convenience, the bathrooms were gorgeous and came with both a standing shower and a bathtub, the sleeping area had six queen sized beds and nightstands were full of things to make all the sex everyone was planning on having more enjoyable, from condoms to toys, to lube; a few rooms were locked and you weren’t sure why, but no one really cared, considering everyone starting breaking off into duos and small groups to start enjoying their time there.

(T-4 hours)

Andrea, and yourself were enjoying sun-tanning on the lounge chairs right in front of the pool, your cover-ups long gone as your asses in full display as you laid on your stomach. You were reading a book you had picked out of the villa’s small bookcase, while your newly found friend had her eyes closed.

“So, you and Namjoon huh?” she spoke, you looked up to see her sunglasses down to the tip of her nose as she stared at you suggestively. “He’s hot as fuck, anyone here would stupid not to be turned on by his mere sight,” you shrugged.

“The way he was looking at you I thought he was going to fuck you right then and there!” she giggled. You sighed in response and went back to reading your book, mainly to distract yourself from the godly man you’d met, and the many things you wished he’d do to you, so your wetness wouldn’t ruin your favorite swimsuit.

Namjoon was watching you from far away, two of the guys he’d met on either side of him also watching the girls they so badly wanted. Namjoon would enjoy his time here, whether it was with you, or someone who offered to help with his urges sooner. “Okay,” he stood up from his spot, “y’all can enjoy staring and not touching, I’m going in,” he started walking off when he felt a smack in his ass, surely from Jimin, one of the guys he’d been seating with, and his newest friend.

As he walked down to the lounge chairs he noticed someone else taking your friend away, leaving you alone.

Perfect, no interruptions, he thought.

“Hello again,” greeted you once he was close enough to you, he sat down at the spot your friend was previously laying on, his eyes shamelessly enjoying the view of your ass.

“If we still had our phones I’d tell you to take a picture,” you quipped, Namjoon looked back to your face and found you had been staring at him, he flushed slightly at being caught, but got himself together fairly quickly.

“Can you blame me when you have such a wonderful ass?” he chuckled, his dimples in full display which only made him more attractive in your eyes. The silence wasn’t awkward, but it was definitely filled with tension, you took off your sunglasses, a small smirk on your face “I bet you’d love to fuck it wouldn’t you?”

Namjoon wasn’t expecting such a bold response. He choked on his own saliva and got into a coughing fit as he heard you cackle loudly. When it finally subsided, he noticed you’d left, leaving a water bottle at his feet and a note on the lounge chair you had been seated on not so long ago.

Meet me in the sleeping area ;)

(T- 30 minutes)

There truly was no way of explaining your current predicament. How had you ended up like this so quickly? It was truly all a blur.

All you knew was that you were straddling Namjoon, dry-humping his erection over his swimming trunks, and making out ferociously.

Namjoon felt his dick getting impossibly stiff as you rubbed your pussy against it, your moans swallowed by his lips as he put his tongue down your throat. He played with your tits, massaging one of the mounds with one hand and holding your ass with another. “Can I pull down the straps?” he groaned as you moved to kiss him behind his ear and down his sharp jawline; you managed to muster a pathetic ‘mmhmm’ and you felt your nipples brushing against his chest and then being pinched and rolled between Namjoon’s thumb and index finger.

“Your body is so gorgeous,” he complimented before putting the breast he was playing with in his mouth, making you arch your back and moan as he sucked and licked it to his heart’s content. When he released your breast from his mouth he slowly dragged his hand down to your core, expertly moving your swimsuit aside and using his thumb to rub your already sensitive bundle of nerves, “fuck!” you moaned, he then moved his hand so that his thumb continued to rub your clit as he inserted his finger inside of you, “so wet for me,” he added another, “so tight,” and another “can’t wait to fuck this slick, tight pussy until you can’t walk” his fingers curved deliciously against your walls and you could feel the coil of pleasure tightening inside you.

“Take off your pants,” you managed to plead.

“Hmm?”

“Take off your pants, please, I want to rid-”

“Hello,” a robotic voice interrupted your pleas, scaring you so badly you almost ended up falling off of Namjoons lap. He gently took his fingers out of you and fixed up your swimsuit just in case someone was about to walk in. “Who the fuck is there?!” Namjoon asked sternly, carefully moving you off his lap.

“My name is Lana,” that’s when you finally noticed the small cone on top of a decorative table. “I hope you are enjoying the retreat, please head down to the palapa, it should be next to the place you arrived at today.”

You and Namjoon stared at each other, having a mental conversation on whether you actually wanted to or not, ultimately going back to making out. Namjoon wanted you so badly, and the stupid Lana robot had definitely not made him any harder, but he was sure he’d be back to it once you guys got back in the mood.

“Hurry up, lovebirds.” Lana’s robotic timbre interrupted them yet again, making you fall backwards on the bed “ugh!” You complained, “Let’s go before she becomes more of a buzz kill.”

You sat next to Namjoon, his arm was around your shoulders. You saw Andrea sitting among some of the girls, one of them in particular, Jihee you thought was her name, was throwing daggers at you with her eyes. All you could do was give her a tight-lipped smile, looking away from her as the small cone that had scared you earlier slowly rose up on a platform in the middle of the table.

“Hello, contestants,” her multicolored light blinked as she spoke, “I have gathered information during this first day of the retreat.” Everyone looked at each other, in a very ‘what the fuck’ kind of way because up until she spoke, you had thought her to be a very fancy diffuser, “it has been most insightful.”

“What the fuck does she mean?” Andrea spoke up.

“The purpose of the retreat is to have you create deep, meaningful, emotional connections, instead of the meaningless flings you’ve all been having.”

“So… have platonic relationships with women?” Jimin looked confused, he didn’t have to wait long for an answer.

“To incentivize you not to do this, I have set the prize money to one-hundred thousand dollars.”

‘Oh my god’s’ were spread out through the group, as they all talked about what that amount of money could do for them, you opened up to Namjoon and Andrea who were the people sitting closest to you, “that money could definitely get me my salon!”

“You’re a hairdresser?” Andrea asked.

“Makeup artist, but I’m planning on having a full service salon,” you smiled sweetly, Namjoon found the sparkle in your eye somewhat endearing when you talked about your dream, but, he couldn’t let himself dwell on it for long, he wanted a good lay, not a deep connection, deep connections had only caused him pain.

“However,” Lana interrupted the group’s chatter, “there are conditions to your stay in order to win the prize,” you hoped the collective complaint wasn’t missed on the small cone, although you were sure it was, it was a robot after all.

“There will be no kissing.”

Your eyes widened, as did most of the groups. “Well, she only said kissing right?” Jihee said.

“No heavy petting.” 

“This is fucking stupid,” Daniel, one of the guys Namjoon had been hanging out with spoke.

“No sex of any kind, this includes self-gratification,” the chorus of what’s and no’s that broke out from the group were immediate, and you felt regretful, if you had cut to the chase sooner you could’ve gotten a really good dicking from Namjoon, and now you were all going to be blue balled.

Or were you?

(Day 2)

You woke up the next morning comfy, you and Namjoon decided you would share a bed, and his muscular arms held you tightly, and you felt protected in a way. You hadn’t been one for cuddling in a long time, not since your last relationship almost 4 years ago. It had ended quite tumultuously, especially due to its toxic and suffocating nature. It was mainly why you had one night stands, you didn’t have to cuddle if you didn’t want to, you could just leave right after.

You also didn’t miss Namjoon’s morning wood against your ass, no one was awake yet aside from you, so you decided to be a little risky and pretend like you were adjusting yourself, only to rub up on Namjoon’s dick some more. His grip tightened at your hips, you felt his breath against your ear as he groaned.

“You better stop that, or I’ll fuck you just like this,” he whispered, you could feel yourself getting slick at his words, how badly you wanted him follow through. “Don’t you want the money?” you whispered back, doing your best to hold your moans as he grinded against your ass, “Lana is a dumb fucking robot, how will she know?”

Fuck it.

That’s how you ended up with your shorts and underwear halfway down your legs, and with Namjoon’s fingers deep in your pussy, just like last night. You were biting your pillow and doing your best to hold back your moans. “You ready for me baby?”

Best you could do was reach back and touch him, you wanted to keep quiet just in case someone heard you. He slowly teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, you had yet to see it but when it breached you, you could tell he was thick, and as he slowly fed himself into your pussy, it was ten times harder to stay quiet. Yup. He was definitely big. 

He fucked you slowly, and he had to hold himself back as well, your pussy felt so good and it almost felt like you sucked him in deeper with every thrust, he wanted to rail you, to make you scream and moan so that everyone knew just how good he fuck you. “You’re taking my cock so well,” he praised you, causing you to clench harder on him, “if you keep doing that I’m going to cum,” you answered, “why don’t you hmm? Maybe I’ll pump full of my cum too, and make you keep it in so no one knows what we did,” he bit your earlobe and you almost moaned out loud. The coil in your stomach snapped, and your back arched from the pleasure the beautiful man behind you was giving you, it wasn’t long before he came as well, and just like he said, you were filled to the brim.

After your morning shower and getting yourself ready, you were out and about with the girls hanging out in the pool, it was a hot, sunny day, and you were having fun hanging out with the gals.

“Were you okay this morning, Yn? I thought I kept hearing moan?” Jihee asked, making the rest of the girls turn to you. You and Namjoon had agreed to not tell anyone about your little escapade this morning. “I was having a really bad nightmare, I’m sorry,” you smiled apologetically.

Jihee didn’t seem to believe you, meanwhile the other girls rushed to ensure you were okay, they kept asking what your nightmare was about, thankfully, before the show you’d have a really bad one, so you used that one for your story, they didn’t know it wasn’t recent. However, you didn’t miss the angry looks from Jihee, but you didn’t have much time to dwell on it, as the guys came over to the pool to get you, stating that Lana had called for you all to go to the palapa.

You sat next to Namjoon again, who placed his arm on the armrest behind you. You were staring off, not really setting your eyes on one thing until they landed on his thighs. They were so thick and muscular, you wondered what riding them felt like, perhaps that could be the next thing you and Namjoon sneaked off to do.

“Hello, contestants,” the small cone in the middle of the table spoke, everyone greeted it back. “It has come to my attention someone may have broken the rules,” everyone stared around, except for Namjoon, who was playing with the leftover fabric of the headband you were wearing.

“No one’s done anything Lana,” Jimin stated.

“My cameras picked up movement and audio last night, are you sure?” The girls stared at you so quick you were worried they would break their necks, “Yn? You said you had a bad nightmare last night didn’t you?” Jihee’s voice was laced with cattiness, and you felt a slight tug to your headband.

“My cameras picked Namjoon, speaking also.”

“Her nightmare sounded pretty bad, I was whispering in her ear to calm her down, nothing happened,” the way he lied so effortlessly made you feel weird, and you remembered why you’d been single for so long, you didn’t want to be in another situation where you were gaslighted and lied to.

You were grateful that you had kept your movement so slow and subtle.

“Just a warning, if you are found breaking the rules, depending on what you do, you will lose money.”

All hell broke loose then.

(Day 14)

You had managed to go this far without you or Namjoon making a single sexual move, and it was killing him not being able to plow you like he wanted to. It was good because you weren’t the first to lose the group money, Daniel and Jihee were surprisingly the firsts to do so, Jihee had given head to Daniel twice in one day, losing twelve thousand dollars. Later on, Andrea and Jimin kissed a few times, losing six thousand dollars.

Namjoon thought that building an emotional connection was dumb, he’d done that before, and each time it ended in a heartbreak worse than the last, his most recent relationship being what made him swear off on relationships. The girl he had dated was someone he’d loved, he’d do everything for her, every song was for her, any money made from his music went to both his and her bills, he almost dropped his best friends for her. 

And then he found out she’d been cheating on him all along.

It absolutely broke him, he couldn’t understand why he wasn’t good enough, he’d always been a gentleman, he would spoil her, love her, why wasn’t that enough? 

He didn’t care anymore, when he had an urge he would go to the clubs, or even after a gig he would pull a fan he found hot and he would fuck them until he was satisfied, leaving shortly after, or if he was craving something more intimate he would cuddle them after for a little while, no deep conversation, no sob stories shared, no number exchange. No strings attached. It was the only way not to get hurt.

You were so nice, such a good fuck. He almost wished you had met a few years before, then again would he have looked your way? He always seemed to be dating women who only wanted him for his money, women who never appreciated the little things. You did. He’d made you coffee this morning, using the keurig in the kitchen because he knew he would burn the villa down if he did it like some of the others were making it. He did it because you had become somewhat friends, sexual tension aside, your conversations were great, even if they were forced at first to distract you both from how badly you wanted the other, maybe he’d leave this with you as a good friend. All the girls cooed at the nice gesture, and Namjoon visibly cringed “it’s just fucking coffee it doesn’t mean anything.”

Oh, how those words hurt you.

You had unfortunately developed a crush for the rapper. He was so incredibly smart, he had such wisdom and insight, and his face card was crazy. You had felt horny the first few days, after your small rendezvous, but that subsided once you had more and more conversations, you really like his brain. However, how you felt didn’t matter, he didn’t want you like that, you were someone he fucked once and that he wants to fuck again, nothing more, nothing less. So, maybe it was a good thing that new players came into the scene.

Lana announced them, and it wasn’t long before you spotted them walking down the beach, two men. Both men were absolutely ripped, one of them had a full sleeve and piercings, making you salivate at the sight, the other didn’t have any tattoos, but he had a somewhat big nose and a beautiful smile. When they arrived they quickly introduced themselves as Christopher and Jungkook. The latter seemed to have immediately set an eye on you as he immediately started conversing with you and tried to get to know you better. You and the others had to explain the rules to the newcomers, they weren’t exactly thrilled, but they got over somewhat quickly.

“Ynie, do you want to go talk somewhere else alone?” the doe-eyed man asked, and how could you say no to that pretty smirk. Namjoon didn’t really like it as he saw you walk away with the younger man.

“You can’t talk to her the way you did this morning and expect her not to move on,” Andrea spoke, Jimin giggled next to her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t care,” he clarified, making your friend roll her eyes.

“Attention, contestants,” Lana’s voice broke through the various conversations, “there will be a special event happening near the garden tomorrow, please go there in the morning.”

“What’s in it for us anyway?” Chris spoke up.

“The person who shows the most progress and success will win a date with a person of their choosing,” now that changes things.

(Day 15)

Without words. That’s what the workshop was called.

Lana had paired all of you up, and you had ended up being paired with Jungkook, whilst Namjoon was paired with Jihee. Namjoon wasn’t one to be possessive of the people he fucked, but it wasn’t that he fucked you before, you were his friend, and Jungkook seemed like he was up to no good, what with the big deceitful doe eyes.

You were excited though, it was a fresh start for you, maybe Jungkook will be able to give you that deep emotional connection you were supposed to look for. You hadn’t wanted it at first, but your growing feelings for Namjoon along with all the workshops you had done so far helped you realize that. This one in particular had two stages, the first one was picking up on your partner’s body language. You had to go for a hug with Jungkook showing a specific emotion, and he would have to guess it later, that emotion was excitement.

Once Lana gave you the go, you ran toward the pretty man and hopped on him, wrapping your legs around him. He quickly caught you, wrapping one arm around you and using his other hand to hold one of your legs up, you both were so giggly, and everyone in the group could tell you were enjoying each other’s company. Namjoon was hugging Jihee but he wasn’t putting that much effort in it, he was watching you and Jungkook, and the stupid shit eating grin he had whilst you hugged. How badly he wanted to be the one you had your legs wrapped around, he was getting a little upset at how long you were hugging this newcomer for, considering everyone had stopped except for you two.

“We don’t have all day!” Namjoon remarked, his tone was bitter. You didn’t realize you had embraced Jungkook for so long, you had connected a lot during his first day, you talked until the high hours of the night, so you felt good with him, it was easy. You let go and walked back, whispering I’m sorry’s to the group for the hold up. “The next stage is soul gazing, you will stare at your partner in silence, it encourages you to see and connect with your partner on a deeper emotional level,” Lana said.

The silence of everyone was quite comfortable, and watching Jungkook you felt such warmth and kindness emanating from him, and you also saw him tear up a bit. “You have a beautiful soul Ynie,” he admitted, and like the Grinch, you felt your heart grow three sizes from those words. Namjoon, however, was seething, who the hell is guy anyway, why is he making you swoon all the sudden? It was bullshit, absolute bullshit. After the workshop was finally over, Lana announced the winner, you.

“Yn, who do you choose to go on this date with,” the little cone asked, and everyone’s eyes were on you. The expectations were skewed, some were expecting you to pick Namjoon, and some were expecting you to pick Jungkook based on the past two days alone.

“Jungkook,” he had the prettiest smile, “wanna go on this date with me?”

“Yes!” He was very enthusiastic, giving you a quick side hug, the girls rushed to your side to help you get ready.

Namjoon was with the guys as they all watched Jungkook getting ready, he wasn’t very excited about the prospect of you going on a date with someone, he wanted you all for himself to enjoy and he couldn’t have that if you went with Jungkook. He heard Jimin giggling, noticing he’d been staring at him this whole time. “What?”

“Good thing you don’t have laser vision, poor Jungkookie would be dead if you did,” he continued to chuckle.

“I’m not even looking at him.”

“Give me a fucking break hyung, it’s obvious you are jealous of the guy, I mean just today’s workshop alone shows that,” Jimin explained, “if you like Yn you should shoot your shot.”

Did Namjoon like you? I mean he was definitely not repulsed by you, you were a smart, pretty girl. But how would he know you wouldn't use him? Sure you didn't seem like you would but what about when you were out in the real world?

“I'll be back,” Jungkook had a big grin on his face, “wish me luck!”

As Namjoon watched the youngest out of the men walk out, he decided he would get dressed himself, and get his frustration out with the punching bag at their designated workout area. Watching as he met you at the door to the villa. You were wearing a simple gray summer dress and it complimented your skin tone beautifully.

Jungkook was a little confused on why Namjoon was so adamantly upset at him, but he couldn’t worry about him right now, not when he was so excited to see you. You were incredibly nice to him when he arrived, and your conversation had been so wonderful when he’d pulled you aside. You talked about so many things, where you were from, what you did for work, what your goals were.

“I’m a tattoo artist! I’ve drawn most of the pieces I’ve gotten done,” he took off the shirt he was wearing, the white tank top underneath being the only thing keeping you from seeing his abs. His sleeve was beautiful, so incredibly colorful and full of life, he explained most of his tattoos, including the ones that were meant as cover-ups for others. Your eyes got lost in the way his muscles flexed as they trailed up his arm, eventually your gaze ended up meeting his.

He had stars in his eyes, and his smile seemed so incredibly genuine, he cocked his head to the side as he stared at you, “can I ask you something?” you nodded, “do you and Namjoon hyung have something going on? I don’t want to move forward with pursuing you if you are not available,” the question left you a bit stunned and you thought it through before deciding to trust Jungkook with the truth.

“We’ve had some serious sexual tension since we got here,” you admitted, “no one knows this but we actually fucked on our second night here,” the pretty man in front of you deflated a bit, and then it seemed to hit him, “so, not even the weird cone thing knows?”

“I mean she probably knows now,” you chuckled humorlessly. “Anyway, after that we agreed not to tell anyone, and we started building a friendship, I started sort of catching feelings, and I thought he was too, he would do little nice things for me, and then say something mean after,” you sighed, “so I’m not sure about him as person.”

Jungkook was a great listener, he stayed quiet and gave you his undivided attention the entire time you were talking, and now he sat pensive, looking up at the stars as he tried to come up with something to tell you, “I think you are really cool, Yn, and I think you deserve someone who will want you in every way, not just because you’re stunning” you blushed slightly at his words, “I would love to get to know you better and explore something with you, but if you want Namjoon that badly, then I don’t want to get hurt, going after girls who are emotionally unavailable or attached to someone else is exactly why I’ve become a man whore.”

You were shocked at his candor and honesty, but it endeared you to him and made you envy him. Why couldn’t you have your shit together? Why were your boundaries so unclear? Worst of all, a pretty guy who had treated you with nothing but respect wanted you… but your feelings for Namjoon were more, from the small coffee offering to conversations he would have with you about books you both had read, to deep conversations about each other’s life.

“You are a good person Jungkook.”

“But I’m not the kind of person you want.” You gave him a saddened smile, “I’m fine with being your friend Ynie, you are a good person too, and in time Namjoon will realize it too,” the night continued on with so much laughter, Jungkook felt like a long lost friend, and you were happy that life had brought him to you.

Namjoon was not happy. The people in the villa watched as he beat the absolute shit out of the punching bag in front of him, his jaw was clenched, and his mind was playing all the possibilities of what may happen on your date with Jungkook.

Did you do any of the things you'd done with him? Did you kiss him? Did you like him? Will you come back with a stronger connection and leave him to rot?

If you did he wouldn't blame you, he deserves every one of those things, especially after the way he'd treated you, all hot and cold. It truly isn't his fault, so many strings of wrong relationships, with the last one being a constant cycle of toxicity and gaslighting, which Namjoon can now admit he was a part of. Him and his last partner weren't good for each other, but they loved each other so intensely they didn't want to let go.

Love hard, hurt harder, you know?

He heard your unmistakable laughter along with his, and he started punching his bag harder. How long had he been standing here punching this poor bag? He didn't care, currently he was imagining Jungkook’s head on a stake.

“Namjoon?” Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts, he turned his gaze toward, whilst still in a punching stance, “can we talk?” Namjoon straightened up at that. He kinda liked the way you were checking how sweaty his body was, he didn't like your sudden frown however.

“Your knuckles are bleeding.” 

Were they? Surely he wasn't punching the bag that long that hard. But when he pulled up his hands to look at the damage he couldn't help but cackle.

“I guess they are.”

“Why don't you go take care of them and then we can talk, hmm?” You gave him a tight, close-lipped smile.

Fuck no.

There was no way he was letting you leave after you were the reason he'd been punching this bag, not when he'd spent the last however long wondering, overthinking, what you and Jungkook would possibly be doing. There was simply no way. It was almost a reflex the way his hand wrapped around your wrist, you barely had time to look at him before he pulled you away to a secluded corner of the villa, cornering you against the wall with both of his arms caging you in, droplets of sweat all over his body. 

It was crazy, the way your body seemed to respond so quickly to him, he heard the small whimper, and saw how you put your legs together, and fuck sake the way you were looking at him was like you were begging him to…

He wanted to do this right though. He moved away slightly, giving you some space to breathe, “what'd you wanna talk about Yn?”

“My date with Jungkook went well,” okay maybe not what he was expecting.

“Good for you?”

“I think we'll be great friends, him and I,” Namjoon suddenly felt himself taking a deep breath of relief. “Really?” The space he'd given you was gone again.

He hoped you could see just how affected he also was by you, how his own dick was stirring, having your body so close, having you so close. You must’ve sat there staring at each other for a few minutes, Namjoon’s gaze going back and forth between your lips and your eyes, there was so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to do to you, with you. He leaned in slowly, your height difference making him bend down slightly, your eyes fluttered shut and he stopped just close enough that your noses were brushing together, you were so beautiful. Before you could ask him what was taking him so long he connected your lips in a delicious, passionate kiss, your tongues explored each other’s mouths and your hands held onto his shoulders.

Namjoon was the first to pull away, only to move his kisses down to your jaw and eventually your neck, causing you to let out little moans, they were the prettiest sound to Namjoon. He found himself reaching for the shorts you had worn under your gray dress, “may I take these off?” he asked, his eyes hooded and filled with want, all you could do was let out a pathetically high-pitched ‘yes’. He hooked his thumbs at the waistband, dragging your underwear down with it, he watched them pool at your feet and then knelt down, “is this okay?” you felt his breath against your center, making you squirm slightly.

“Yes.”

He dove right in, licking the length of your slit, groaning at how aroused you were and he had barely done anything to you. He moved on to your clit, wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucking gently, causing your moans to become slightly louder, “you gotta keep quiet for me baby,” he instructed you when he briefly pulled away to catch his breath, the sight of the lower half of his face glistening with your wetness making you almost want to orgasm right then. He started eating you out again, this time adding his fingers to the mix, and you had to cover your mouth to make sure your moans wouldn’t be heard all over the villa. You felt yourself closer and closer to your climax and Namjoon could too, your walls squeezed his fingers tightly almost as if wanting to keep them prisoner, and he wanted nothing more than to replace them with his cock, especially because it was so painfully hard. You wanted that too, you wanted nothing more than for this to go all the way, but you felt that in order for what you wanted to work, things had to be different.

“Namjoon, stop” he immediately moved away from you, gently removing his fingers. You took a moment to catch your breath, as he slowly pulled up your shorts and underwear and fixed your dress for you, “did I hurt you?” he asked, holding your hips, looking genuinely concerned at your sudden request. He had an almost boyish charm when this side of him was shown to you, so sweet, so gentleman-like, why would he not be like this always?

“No, I just,” you sighed, putting your hands on his chest, “I like you Namjoon, I would like for us to try and get to know each other, for us to get the chance to see if this could go anywhere, but I’m not sure if that’s what you want, and I need to know, because I don’t want to be pining for someone that just wants me for sex.”

Your confession surprised him, he hadn’t thought that all your conversations and your sexual tension would lead to anything more than maybe a friends with benefits kind of situation. However, considering how he's been reacting to the possibility of you and Jungkook together, maybe he did want to explore more.

“I'd love to get to know you more Ynie,” he flashed his dimpled smile at you, and you felt your heart fluttering. Jumping into his arms for a hug in which Namjoon made sure to hold you extra tight. Maybe this was the beginning of his healing.

(Day 27)

The rest of the stay at the villa was great for you two, Namjoon was so very thoughtful, he made you fresh coffee every morning, and you guys had a reading date every afternoon, where you shared the big love seat by the pool, laying back on his chest as he held whatever book you were reading in front of both of you.

People weren't too happy once Lana deducted the money for your offense after your date with Jungkook, and they were even more distraught when they found out what shenanigans you'd been up to on your second night there, you had lost them so much money the price money was down to forty-five thousand dollars. Jihee almost jumped you, thankfully Jungkook was there to hold her back. Speaking of, you ended up having another girl show up, a sweet blonde named Maddie who immediately caught Jungkook’s attention. It was great seeing your friend happy. You guys would have chats by the pool when you got a chance and update each other on the happenings of your relationships. 

Lana had also been a bit more liberal by giving you all bracelets, when they lit up you’d be allowed to kiss the other person, this would only happen if your emotional connection had been proven to strong and genuine.

Although you and Namjoon were still very much in the eyes of everyone, “getting to know each other,” that would all change three days before you left the villa. You honestly had no clue when he had the time, but when Lana announced you were going on a date with Namjoon, everyone seemed to be beaming at the idea. He told you to dress nice. So you opted for a two-piece white set, with a loose halter top, white loose shorts, and wedges. Turns out you were going on a boat ride.

“Oh my god Joon,” you beamed as he helped you sit down at the front of the boat, where an assortment of sushi was waiting for you. You sailed along, enjoying the sun on your skin, and the beautiful man that kept feeding you sushi, especially since even if he tried to show you how to use chopsticks you still couldn’t keep the sushi in your grasp for long. You talked some more about life, and you ended up opening up to one another.

“My last relationship was like, three years ago,” he started, “she basically only wanted me for my money, but I didn’t really notice, I just wanted to love and be loved, and I thought that I was being good, I spoiled her, gave her everything and she still cheated on me, so I swore off relationships and became a man-whore,” he chuckled bitterly. “My last relationship was four years ago, it was very toxic, he basically made me feel bad for not always wanting to be on his dick, or because I spent time with my friends and not him, he went around telling everyone our business but always left out how awful he was to me.” You had been staring at the horizon, the sun slowly setting bringing golden hour to you.

“Eventually when we broke up, he tried getting back together with me, and when I said no, he started shit-talking my friends and myself, and all I could do was watch as they got tired of dealing with me and my drama, so now I only had my sister to rely on,” you felt Namjoon’s hand on your cheek, he watched with sorrowful expression, “you were crying.”

“I swore off relationships after that too, I have never felt more alone than during that time, and I didn’t want to feel like that again.”

“I know at first I didn’t do the best job at not making you feel that way, but I hope I can help you feel less lonely,” Namjoon said, still caressing your cheeks, you felt your wrist vibrate, seeing the big green checkmark on your watch, Namjoon had the same. You were ready to lean in to kiss him, but he stopped you.

“Before we kiss,” he started, “getting to know you has been amazing, I find myself learning some much about myself and slowly coming back to who I was before all the bullshit. I want us to be real, I want to go back to the real world and make it work with you, would you be my girlfriend Ynie?” Your cheeks hurt from how wide you were smiling, you never really thought of yourself getting back into a relationship, you had sworn you were too damaged for something like that, but maybe this was the start to your healing. “I want to make it work in the real world too, I’d love to be your girlfriend,” his dimpled smile gave you butterflies, and as his other hand reached your cheek to fully cup your face, he closed the space between you with a kiss that had been different from the ones before, the others were hungry, desperate, and horny, this one was slow, passionate, and breath-taking. You felt your wrist vibrate again, making you pull away much to your dismay.

“I’m excited for the outside world together,” his gaze was sweet and soft, something you had never seen. He laid back, opening his arms up so you could cuddle.

“Me too,” you smiled, quickly moving your picnic stuff out of the way and scooting over, you laid your head on his chest, you heard his heart beating so fast and so loud, “your heart is about to beat out of your chest,” you giggled.

“I was so fucking nervous,” you looked up at him, “but I am happy I think, hopefully we’ll make it through.”

Fingers crossed.

[metal-mouse]

Devils and Heathens Alike

Pair: Ryomen Sukuna x f!Concubine Reader (M/F Pairing)

Themes: Smut. Dom Sukuna x Sub Reader. King x Concubine trope. True form Sukuna (extra arms and mouths baby).

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Smut. F!Receiving oral. Unprotected p in v. Restraints. Power dynamic. Rough intercourse. Objectification. Degradation. Hair pulling. Choking. Guys it’s Sukuna, he’s gonna be mean. This is just pure filth.

Summary: 3k. You are Sukuna’s favourite concubine, and his favourite time of day is when you crawl into his bed.

Note: I’m down fucking bad. I hate Sukuna. I need him carnally, and this trope is just so damn tasty. This definitely started as a ‘hear me out’ text. I also think this is the smuttiest smut I’ve ever written. Maybe I need to find religion. Did y’all know I write fic sometimes? Yeah, I didn’t either. I don’t edit things sorry :)

The King of Curses. That is who you served. That was who you now walked towards, wearing a gossamer thin dress that did nothing to conceal your body from prying eyes. Yet, despite always feeling so exposed, not a single one of Sukuna Ryomen’s servants or members of his court would dare look at you while you roamed the halls. Not when they would face the wrath of their master for ogling that which is his.

Sukuna lounged on his large bed, one arm lazily curled behind his head as he watched you approach with appraising eyes. When he’d brought you here to be his concubine, initially you had resisted. His size, his power, his reputation… he was the most intimidating and sinister figure you’d ever met - until he waited for you.

The first time he had brought you to his bed, when you had pulled away from his touch with a noise of fear and protest, he’d stopped. Sukuna Ryomen was a figure who took what he wanted, when he wanted. Yet for you… He spent weeks ‘courting’ you with gentle touches and begrudgingly kind words. He had no use being kind to pathetic little humans, but for your body he was willing to make the sacrifice.

The first time you had given him permission, he didn’t even wait for the sanctuary of his bed. He’d picked you up and took out weeks of pent up sexual frustrations out on your tight hole right against the wall. You had seen stars, screaming yourself hoarse from the countless orgasms he had coaxed from you. When he had finally laid you down in his bed, you had to stay there for two days before you had the strength in your legs to walk again.

Months had now passed since you’d given yourself to Sukuna as his precious little concubine, always near him as though you were an accessory to his daily outfit, and you had grown to anticipate these moments. You’d grown to love the thrill that went down your spine and peaked your nipples just by the way he looked at you like he was going to devour your very soul - starting at your cunt.

As you walked towards the massive bed where the King of Curses lounged naked, your hands rose to the straps keeping your barely there dress on your body. You pushed them to the side, letting the thin fabric pool on the ground as you smoothly stepped out of it. Sukuna’s chin lifted in approval, his eyes trained on you and the way your body moved as you climbed up into bed with him and crawled towards him making sure to hold his gaze just the way he liked.

Two of his large hands came up, gripping your hips and pulling you closer to him all while one of his arms stayed behind his head and the other reached out to caress the soft skin of your belly and roam up between your breasts.

“You’re eager today.” His deep voice practically pierced your heart every time you heard him speak.

“I can’t help needing you.” Your voice quickly lost momentum as Sukuna’s large hand teased over your breast and came up to wrap around your neck.

“Such a needy little slut. Sometimes I wonder if I’m the one being used.” All you could do was gasp as his hand tightened around your neck, his two other hands holding you in place by your hips while the smug bastard lounged lazily and watched you with those burning crimson eyes, “And that won’t do at all.”

Sukuna sat up, looming over you as he pushed you down onto your back. His single free hand came up, tenderly brushing some hair from your face - likely the only gentleness he would show you tonight. Your chin lifted, a silent plea for a kiss. He didn’t oblige you. Instead he gripped your hair and pulled your head back further exposing the column of your neck. The hand he’d wrapped around your throat roamed southward, cupping your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers eliciting a soft whine from your throat.

“What a pretty little sound from a pathetic little human.” Sukuna sneered, leaning in and licking a stripe up your neck.

“If I’m so pathetic, why are you so desperate for me?” Your question was met with a sharp bite at the base of your neck, Sukuna’s grip on your hips tightening.

“Don’t give me attitude, brat.” His voice was a deep growl in your ear as he gave your hair a sharp tug. You whimpered softly, your eyes closing at the sensation of his breath hot on your skin and his hand fisted in your hair. Sukuna’s hands on your hips roamed downwards, curving in and hooking around your inner thighs as he pried your legs apart. You reached out, gently caressing the skin of his biceps and shoulders before wrapping your arms around his neck and teasing at his skin with your nails.

He held your legs open, leaning down and trailing hot kisses and licks down your collar, down your chest, until he took one of your nipples into his mouth. Sukuna’s strength held you in place as you let out a shuddering moan, his teeth nipping at your sensitive flesh and his tongue swirling over your nipple making it stand at attention. As he bit and sucked at your tits, his grip held firm in your hair holding your head back. Sukuna’s thumbs massaged at your inner thighs, so close yet so far from your aching heat.

Your hips lifted, bucking as you desperately tried to get him to touch you exactly where you wanted. You whined out when one of his thumbs brushed against your wet folds, only for him to pull back and give you a slap on your pussy making your thighs pull closer together.

“Do that again, and I won’t touch you at all. You can choke on my cock then go. Do you understand?” Sukuna pulled your head up roughly to look him in the eyes as he warned you.

“Y-yes.” You tried to nod, your head barely moving from the grip he had on your hair.

“Good girl, now hold still.” His praise went straight to your cunt as he pulled your legs apart roughly, pinning them in place with his massive hands. Sukuna pushed himself up a little, his crimson eyes taking in every single inch of your figure. He didn’t touch you, he simply looked at you with his every intention clear in his gaze. Fuck, you loved to see that look in his eyes. A threat that you wouldn’t be walking anywhere for the next few days, and an unspoken promise that you’d instead be carried anywhere you needed to go.

It pained you to stay so still, while Sukuna’s eyes caught on your slick slit and he seemed captivated by it. He didn’t even have to touch you for you to be whining out for him. The sweet, needy sounds you were making made his gaze finally lift to your face.

“Do you want me to touch you, slut?” You were nodding before he even finished asking his question.

“Please. Please Sukuna, I need it. Please touch me.” It took every ounce of self-control you had to follow his orders and stay still. You wanted to feel him all over, you wanted to kiss him, you wanted him to be buried deep inside of you. You felt like you might catch on fire if he didn’t do something.

He let out a dark chuckle, stroking the pad of his thumb along your entrance and spreading your slick up to your clit that he slowly started to circle. He was barely fucking touching you and your toes were already curling. Sukuna’s touch became more firm, a shudder running through your body at the sheer relief that he gave you. The contact of his rough skin over your clit was glorious, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

“A-ah!” You cried out as one of his thick fingers pushed into you. His lower hands gripped your calves, pushing your knees up and apart before he pinned you by the backs of your thighs in his strong grip. The hand in your hair moved to your throat, his thumb pushing against your jaw to force you to look at his face as his thick digit slowly pushed in and out of your drenched hole.

Doing your best not to squirm, your nails bit into the skin of his shoulders. You needed to brace on something while he fingerfucked you and his thumb rubbed lazy circles over your clit. The sound of your desperate moans and whimpers had an arrogant little smirk playing at Sukuna’s lips. He loved to see you like this, with nowhere to go while he toyed with you.

Sukuna’s grip on your throat tightened, giving you that delicious head rush feeling that only amplified the tension in your body as his finger buried deep inside of you and curled forward to press against that sensitive spot which he would sometimes tease until you were in tears. You tried to nod, gasping and letting out strangled moans as his finger pumped and curled into you.

“I’m going to fuck this pretty little hole.” Sukuna’s voice rumbled as he leaned in close enough that his lips barely brushed against yours. You whimpered trying to lift your head to meet him in a kiss, but he held you down by your neck.

“Please…” Your voice was but a whisper, but you knew that he heard you.

“Maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you cum.” His lips curled into a sadistic smile, showing off his sharp teeth as he pushed another finger inside of you and buried his fingers to the knuckle over and over again while rubbing circles on your clit. Faster and faster his fingers fucked into your pussy, and that familiar pressure began to coil up in your core like a spring that was ready to snap. Your thighs trembled from where they were pinned into place by Sukuna, your toes curling and your mouth falling open as you began to cross that edge over into pure bliss - when he stopped.

Sukuna left you crying out and whining in protest as he abruptly pulled his fingers out. He lifted his hand to his stomach, the mouth there splitting open as his large tongue cleaning your slick off of his fingers as he grinned at you.

“What a sweet little toy.” He praised, letting go of you entirely, “on all fours.”

Breathing heavily, and still in emotional distress from your ruined orgasm you did as he said, rolling over onto your knees and planting your palms against the bed. Two of his hands spread your legs to the position he wanted, taking a firm grip of your hips. He pushed your face down towards the bed so your ass was in the air, grabbing your arms and twisting them behind your back and holding them in place with one large hand.

Your eyes practically rolled back when you felt the engorged head of his cock press against your entrance. Sukuna’s grip on your hips and your wrists became tighter, his free hand guiding himself into your dripping cunt.

“Fu— unh…” You didn’t even have it in yourself to form words as he sheathed himself inside of you, his hips pressed tight up against your ass. Sukuna’s second mercy of the night was the way he stayed still for a moment, giving you time to adjust to the intrusion. Slowly his hips pulled back and rolled into you, a muttered curse spilling from his lips at the way you wrapped around his cock.

Sukuna fucked you at a steady, deep pace that had you drooling onto the bed. You couldn’t keep your mouth closed, incoherent sounds keening from your throat with every thrust. Your fingers flexed futilely, desperate to clutch onto anything as he held your wrists firmly against your back. With nothing to ground you to this reality, you were left seeing stars as he pounded into you over and over again. He filled you so perfectly, hitting all the right spots and giving you that satisfying stretched sensation.

“Fucking slut, you love it when I use you.” Sukuna’s voice was a growl. You managed to nod, moaning stupidly with your eyes squeezed shut as that heavy pressure coiled at your core again. “I can feel you tightening around me, do you want to cum, brat?” He sneered.

“Uh-huh.” Your confirmation was drawn out into a moan. Sukuna’s deep thrusts hadn’t stopped for a moment, his vice-like grip on your hips held you in place.

“Use your words.” He demanded, sounding a little breathless himself.

“W-wanna cum. Please.” It took every ounce of brainpower you still held to whine out the words. He let out a dark laugh, his free hand wrapping around you so his fingers could circle your clit as he drilled into you and pinned you in place.

“Cum.” And just liked that the hot pressure built up in your core snapped. Sukuna’s grip held you firmly in place as your orgasm rocked through your whole body with your thighs tensing, toes curling, and back arching so beautifully. He didn’t stop, pounding into you as your walls pulsed and clenched around his cock coaxing him deeper and deeper. You were a squirming mess of loud moans and desperate cries. You needed something to hold onto, you needed to breathe, you needed him to fuck you like this forever.

As your orgasm subsided, he pushed you away roughly and turned you on your back. He was on you in an instant, grabbing you behind your knees and pushing your legs up and apart as he grabbed your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head. He angled his cock against your mess of an entrance and slammed back into you without mercy.

Sukuna grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look up at him while he held all control. While he pinned you in place and resumed pounding your cunt, his wicked crimson eyes scanned over your features. They looked down at your tits that bounced with every roll of his hips. Of how gods damned small you were underneath him. His head tilted as he looked down between your legs and watched himself disappear into your pussy repeatedly. His head lifted, and he finally leaned in and kissed you.

His kisses were always all-consuming, heated, and rough. His tongue pushed past your lips, which you parted obediently as you drank in the intimacy of the kiss all while moaning into him without a single thought. As your tongues met, Sukuna’s strength holding you still, you felt a curious sensation. The familiar pleasure of Sukuna’s cock filling you to the brim was met with a wet, spongy feeling flicking at your clit. Gasping, you managed to pull away from the kiss to look and see the mouth on his stomach had parted enough to slide his tongue out to tease at your clit as he fucked you.

Over and over his tongue flicked and swirled around your over sensitive bundle of nerves, his hips rolling in tandem. It was like your brain snapped, you weren’t even sure if you were making noise now or if your mouth was just hanging open as your eyes rolled back from the blinding pleasure. Much to Sukuna’s pleasure, he got to watch the look on your face and listen to the ragged cries that spilled from you, sometimes interspersed with half-words and pleas.

Sensitive and overstimulated, it didn’t take long for you to crash headlong into another orgasm. Wailing out and thrashing to get away from Sukuna and the overwhelming pleasure, his grip on you only tightened as he helped you ride it out as you made a complete mess of his cock. He growled, his brows furrowing as your cunt pulsed and milked him.

“Gonna fill you ‘til you’re dripping with cum.” His words were a threat and a promise, but they barely registered in your mind. Nothing registered except for the throbbing pleasure in your pussy and the heat that spread across your whole body. He held your jaw in his hand, forcing you to look up at him. He loved that fucked out look in your eyes, the dazed expression in your face, the heat behind your skin. His thrusts grew more and more frantic until he let out a little grunt, fucking you deep and slow as he came. His grip on your legs and wrists became bruising as he emptied himself inside of you, with every roll of his hips your juices mixed with his seed spilling out of you.

When satisfied, Sukuna pulled out and looked down to assess his work. A pleased little smirk spread on his lips at the messy sheen of fluids slowly dripping from your cunt.

“Good girl.” His voice was a deep murmur, and he slowly released you from his grip and let your limbs sink to the soft mattress. With a resigned sigh, the King of Curses lay down beside you tugging you close with an arm. Fucked utterly stupid, your hormones and emotions ran high with tears pricking in the corners of your eyes. All four arms wrapped around you, holding you close just the way you liked as your body shook from the intensity of your sex. Sukuna pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you close.

For the rest of the night, Sukuna would begrudgingly take care of you, bringing you food and water and holding you while your body and mind recovered from experiencing him. While he insisted it was foolish, annoying, and an insult to his status… there was no denying the tender touch he applied after having you.

One day, you knew he may grow bored of you, a curse was a fickle thing after all. Yet, for now, you would bask in his attention and his care that he pretended to hate so much. He’d chosen you. He’d waited. He’d let you become the best part of his day. You curled up against him, anchored by the strength of his body and closed your eyes, content to do it all again.

[sootspritesivy]

iris - han jisung

word count - 1k+ pairing - han jisung x reader warnings - none, just immense softness author’s note: *clears throat, taps mic* is this thing working? anyway, hi y’all i am VERY new to stayblr and to writing on stayblr. this is my first work ever on here. it was born out of my head full of han jisung’s cover of i love you so and my carnal, visceral, insatiable need for him to cover iris by the goo goo dolls... i can picture it already grrrrrr. anyway, hope you guys like this soft little hannie writeup like i did. show it some love if you can xx and i’d be very happy to hear ur thoughts on it <3 

The rain pours outside and the pattering against the window creates a soothing thrum in the confines of your room. The lamp by your bed casts a warm glow. The strong earthy scent of the cups of coffee that you had brewed wafts in as you push open the door with your leg. Your boyfriend who lay on your bed, scrolling through his phone let out an appreciative hum and a deep sniff.

You slowly settle down into the mess of blankets and your boyfriend’s limbs. “Here you go, Hannie.”

“Thank you, baby,” he murmurs as he sits up, pressing a swift kiss to your cheek. He grabs a cup from your hand and throws the blanket over your knees as you cuddle up into his side. His phone now lay discarded by the bedside table and his attention was focused on you.

“I feel like every single thing that weighed down on me just fell away as soon as I stepped in here.”

A gentle smile makes its way onto your lips. “Yeah?”

“I missed you so much. I love work, but I missed you so much. It gets so hard sometimes. Somedays I’m tired to my bones and I want to fall apart. I don’t want to face the world or go on stage…Just wanna crawl into your arms and lock us away like this.”

You reach out to him, hands sweeping beneath the hood of his cozy sweatshirt, fingers weaving into his hair. “I know, baby. And you still went out there every night and put on the performance of your life. And now you have hours and hours to be in my arms, just like you want.”

Han looks down at you, eyes glimmering with a fondness that leaves them a little glazed. He leans over, lips finding yours in a soft press of flesh. He kisses you once, twice before he pulls back and away. His coffee mug joins his phone on the bedside table before he fumbles out of the bed, walking away.

“Be right back,” he calls out behind him.

You sip on your coffee revelling in the bittersweet taste of it while wondering where Jisung had suddenly disappeared. You looked at the window, the raindrops merging into one another in a glistening array of oranges and blues reflected on the glass.

A few minutes later, Jisung walks in with his guitar in his arms.

“Oh, are we getting some music to keep us company?”

He flashes you a wide smile as he joins you again. He settles back against the headboard, guitar resting over his thighs. “I have a song for you. Makes me think of you.”

Your heart flutters in your chest. Jisung always makes your heart flutter - as if he was still just a crush. Like your fingers just brushed against each other’s. Like you were sneaking glances and caught the other already looking. Like the first press of his lips against your cheek. Or your trembling fingers as they held his for the first time. Like the tremble of his breath in your ear that first night. “For me? Which one is it?”

He only smiles in response as his eyes focus on settling his finger over the right chords before he begins strumming.

“I’d give up forever to touch you, cause I know that you feel me somehow.”

As you register the words and recognise the song, there’s an immediate sting at the back of your nose building up. Your eyes quickly water as Han’s mellow voice bleeds through the room, reverberating around you, embracing you whole as it makes its way right into your heart, your soul.

He’s a vision, right there in your bed. His hood over his head, hair messy, in a pair of raggedy, old sweatpants. The lamp crowns him with a balmy halo as he gazes right at you while singing. He looks so at ease like he’s exactly where he needs to be, exactly where he belongs. He’s right there looking like the love of your life.

“And I don’t want the world to see me, ‘cause I don’t think that they’d understand.”

A stray tear finally escapes your glistening eyes, running down your cheek. Somehow, if it was possible, Han’s eyes only grew fonder.

“When everything’s made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.”

You sniff quietly, wiping away the tear as quickly as it came. You weren’t sad, no. How could you be, with the man of your dreams sitting in front of you, in your little haven of a room, singing to you like you were the only one who needed to listen to his voice like this.

As the last chords of the song die out, Jisung sits there for a few seconds, his pretty doe eyes watching you carefully.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” You whisper, voice still a little watery.

Han’s lips curve into a tender smile. “I’m going to marry you.”

Your breath hitches. “Hannie…”

“I know it. There’s a lot of things I’m unsure of. But this is not one of them. I’m going to marry you one day.”

He quickly puts away his guitar when you surge towards him, finding himself with a lap full of you. Your hands cup his face as you lean your forehead against his. “You mean that?”

“Of course, baby. I mean it.”

You kiss him deeply, the taste of coffee on your tongue drawing out a hum out of him. You pull away only to pepper kisses all over his face - on his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, his eyelids, his ears. His laughter fills the air and his hands squeeze your waist affectionately.

“It seems you like the idea of it,” he mumbles, chasing your lips again.

You huff out a breathless giggle as he pushes you off his lap and into the mattress. “Well yeah, I am gonna marry you too, Han Jisung.”

A wide grin blooms on his face as he hovers over you. He’s tugging off his hoodie and leaning down towards you, as he whispers. “Wouldn’t dream of having it any other way.”

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Royal Flowers Chapter 11

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pairing: anakin skywalker x f!reader

series summary: A long, long, time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, a certain Jedi by the name of Anakin Skywalker meets you, the current Queen of Naboo and adopted cousin of Padme Amidala, and is tasked with protecting you by pretending to marry you. As a spy, you’ve infiltrated the Separatist ranks and are close to finding out the mastermind behind all of it. The fate of the galaxy is in your hands.

warnings: minors dni. but it's finally time for some fucking SMUT!! piv, a little bit of dress-tearing, a teensy bit of mutual masturbation, grinding, fingering, somewhat of a fuck-or-die situation if you squint, kind of a little soft

a/n: did y’all miss our boy? i missed our boy.

Anakin slips back into the party wordlessly. There’s too much to think about. He finds you almost instantly, his feet taking him to you on instinct as though there’s some sort of magnetic link between the two of you. His hands rest at your hips as you speak to one of the senators, while his lips press into your temple. You’re quick to dismiss the Senator, feigning the excuse of a headache as you slip your hand into Anakin’s and stride out of the banquet hall. 

“What is it?” You ask him in a soft murmur, not wanting to be heard by unfriendly ears. 

“Not here,” Anakin responds, squeezing your hand softly. He can’t find it in him to let go of your hand, and every time he thinks to, it’s like his muscles only fight his mind, gripping your hand tighter. The parts he tamped down for so long, that possessive ugly side of him that he thought he’d finally outgrown thanks to you, makes its way to the forefront of his mind. You don’t even want him, you see him as just a friend, but Maker, there’s something carnal inside Anakin that wants to claim you as his. He wants to sink his teeth into your neck and leave bruises that won’t fade. You’d be his, and not just for show— no, he wants you to know that you’re his too. 

The thoughts in his head make him feel sick; it goes against everything he’s stood for, all his life. He wants to raze the world to the ground, all for you. And if you reject him, he wants to burn the ashes. But Anakin knows it’s wrong. He knows he shouldn’t feel like this. The both of you have a friendship that is still fragile— it took so long to build it to what it is now. There’s trust, but it wasn’t always there. These thoughts aren’t him. Anakin’s distinctly aware that it’s an amplification of all those desires he repressed, but it’s amplified for a reason. His oath to the dark side is already eating at his soul, parasitic and corrosive. 

He needs to tell you what happened. 

“Anakin, are you okay? You feel feverishly warm,” you say, but Anakin only holds your hand tighter and walks faster, practically dragging you all the way to your shared room, slamming the door shut before he lets go of your hand. It’s so incredibly difficult to be around you right now, because every desire that he repressed for months around you is now clawing through his chest, unfiltered, unabashed. He wants you, and his soul is screaming at him to just give in. It’s the influence of the Dark Side, his inability to suppress his urges. 

“It’s Chancellor Palpatine,” Anakin says through gritted teeth. He’s starting to feel genuine pain now. Years and years of Jedi conditioning being split down his body, every memory of anger and hatred and desire and love all coursing through his body, his nerves, setting his skin alight and stealing the breath from his lungs. 

“What do you mean? Anakin, you look sick,” you say, reaching up to his forehead to touch his skin before he swats your hand away. 

“He’s Darth Sidious,” he responds, not bothering to respond to your concern. He’s locked in on you now, predatorial. His heart’s out of control, beating wildly as control and desire war within him. 

“Anakin, please, you need to explain more. You’re scaring me,” you say, watching him cautiously. He looks a mess. He hadn’t looked this disheveled, strands of his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat when you left for the ball. And that look in his eyes, that look of something wild that sets your own heart racing. 

Anakin closes his eyes. He needs to get himself under control. He knows how to, doesn’t he? All that Jedi training, but that’s not the problem. The problem is he wants you. So bad he can taste it. He wants to run his tongue up the length of your body, feel every inch of your skin with his tongue. 

Forget that. Clear your mind, he reminds himself. 

“When we were out there, I told Palpatine—Sidious— about the nightmares I’ve been having. Nightmares about you dying. He began to tell me about Sith legends, about a Lord that could control death itself. He, he offered me the power to save you—“ 

“Anakin, I’ve told you this before, that’s not what I want—“

“Let me speak,” he snarls at you. He’s sure if he looked at you, he’d see the hurt on your face. But he can’t coddle you right now. His body’s on fucking fire. “I swore his fealty to him, to the dark side, because I thought it was knowledge I, we, could use. But it came at a price.” 

“Oh, Anakin,” you whisper, your voice pained. “I never wanted this for you. Never intended for you to get caught up as a spy.” 

“Well it doesn’t fucking matter what you wanted for me now, does it?” Anakin snaps, opening his eyes to glare at you. A mistake. His anger is quickly overtaken by desire, starved and depraved. He knows his Force signature is spiking, and he’s too stretched thin to pull it together. Distantly, Anakin recognizes the threat that exists now; if he represses his desire for you, allows it to build and build and build before it shatters, Palpatine will know something’s wrong. 

“Anakin, please,” You plead with him quietly. “Please, just tell me how I can help.”  

“I need you,” Anakin says. The words slip out of his mouth before he can catch them, like sand falling from his fingers, something ugly and carnal. You blink in stunned silence, and he forces himself to think of some possible explanation. “It’s the Dark Side. Sidious thinks I wanted you enough to turn to the Dark Side, which means that the Force is now influencing me to mimic that amount of desire.”

A lie, Anakin knows. There’s no amount of Force that could plant a desire in him that wasn’t already truly there. But it’s a little white lie that won’t hurt you, right? What’s the difference if he actually wants you or if it’s just the Force if either way, if he doesn’t have you, his cover will be blown? 

“And it’s— it’s hurting you?” You ask him quietly, thoughts running through your head that he can’t quite place. Anakin just closes his eyes and nods in shame. “Then take me,” you say, quiet but assured. 

“I can’t let you do that,” he argues with you, but his resolve is slipping. He needs to get away from you. The part of Anakin that was raised a Jedi is urging him to run, to get away from you just to protect you. The part of him that he’s been fighting his whole life wants to tear your clothes off and fucking devour you. 

You hesitate before him, battling your thoughts before something takes over you and you’re grabbing the front of his suit, lips meeting aggressively as you press yourself close to him. His cock throbs as your lips move against his, teeth and tongue tangling messily as you attempt to undress him. He walks you backwards into the wall, hands finding your ass to hoist you up and allow you to wrap your legs around his torso. Anakin grinds against your center desperately, seeking some sort of movement as you kiss him sloppily. A groan sits in his throat when your hand tangles itself in his hair, pushing his mouth closer to yours. 

He parts his mouth from yours, moving to your neck to drag his teeth down lazily along your artery. Anakin’s hips keep rocking against yours, that familiar ache driving him entirely as he paws roughly at your body.

Maker, it feels good, your body so close to him like this. But it’s not enough. He can still feel the layers of clothing between you, and it’s like he’s not even aware of what he’s doing when his hands tear the seam at the front of your dress like it’s paper.  

“Sorry, princess,” Anakin laughs as your tits spill out, turning around to toss you on the bed before his mouth finds your nipples, the warmth of his mouth making you arch almost involuntarily into his mouth as he settles himself between your thighs again, dropping his hips in between your spread thighs as he desperately seeks that sweet pressure on his aching cock. “I’ll get you a new one,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue against the skin of your breasts. His hands accompany his mouth— squeezing, pinching, playing with them until you’re dripping and aching for him. 

“Maker, you’ve got such nice tits, huh, princess?” Anakin asks you, sitting up to throw his suit jacket off and tug his shirt off. He doesn’t bother with fully taking his trousers off, only managing to unbutton and tug them down to his mid thighs before his desperation forces him back between your thighs. His hands tug your skirt up to expose your soaked panties, grinding his still-clothed length against them as he mouths at your neck. His hands are roaming all over your body desperately before one hand settles at your ass, squeezing as he rocks against you.   

“Anakin, I need you,” You moan, your hands running down the expanse of his back to press him closer to you. Your nails are leaving little crescent-shaped indents in his back with every rock of his hips against yours, and it’s making him go fucking crazy. 

“Sucking on your tits got you this worked up, princess?” He asks you teasingly, biting your lip. His hand strays to your cunt, tugging the fabric to the side before his fingers collect the slick that’s gathered there. He thumbs at your clit, moving in slow, gentle circles until he finds the spot that makes your body twitch under his ministrations, grinning against your lips as he plays with the bundle of nerves. He waits until you’re panting and moaning before easing one finger, then a second, into your tight, slick hole. 

“Oh, baby,” he moans, pulling away from your neck to watch his fingers fuck your cunt. “Maker, you should see this, your filthy little hole taking my fingers so fuckin’ well, pretty thing.” 

“Anakin,” you moan, your own hand straying to his cock and wrapping your hand around his shaft. Your hand matches the rhythm of his fingers in your cunt, making him drop his head to the pillow as all thoughts flee him except the feeling of your pussy and your hand wrapped around his cock. “Want you inside me so bad,” you whimper, stroking him lazily before reaching to squeeze and tug at his balls. 

“Can’t say no to that pretty voice of yours, princess, not when you ask me so nicely,” He says, pulling your panties off from your thighs, down to your calves, where he presses a soft kiss to the inside of your ankles before tugging the cloth off entirely. You’re still donning the remnants of your shredded dress, but you’re too dizzy with lust to care. 

Anakin settles between your legs again, sliding his hands under your thighs to gently manipulate you upwards. His bare cock slides through your slick folds, the head catching on your clit and making you groan in unrestrained want. You reach out to grab his body, dizzy with desire, dragging your hand down his abdomen to angle his cock right towards your aching hole. 

He hums with barely-restrained want when his tip is fit into your slick entrance, shallowly thrusting the fat head in and out while you adjust. “Feels like I belong in here,” Anakin grunts, slowly easing the rest of his length into you. “Taking me so well, princess. Maybe I should’ve done this earlier.” 

You laugh almost deliriously in response, pulling him down to your level to kiss his mouth fiercely. It’s messy, lips and tongues melding together imperfectly as he drives his hips into you. His voice shapes itself into your name, moaning breathlessly as he finds sweet relief in you. 

“Why’d you have to feel so fucking good, huh? Makin’ me feel like switching to the Dark Side was worth it,” Anakin groans. His hips drive into yours sharply, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot with each move. He finds a rhythm with ease, sinking deep into you with each stroke of his body. 

“Anakin,” you babble, unable to string together a coherent sentence as your body takes it all in — the heat and pressure of his body on yours, his hands roaming up your body, the feeling of him inside you, so deep that your pelvis is flush against his. You can feel your slick dripping to your inner thighs, to his balls, making a mess of it all. Worth it.

“What was that, princess?” He laughs at your fucked-out face, pressing a kiss to your temple. You can feel him smiling against your skin, rocking his body into yours, hear the smack, smack, smack of his hips against yours. 

You clench around him as you feel yourself near your climax, and Anakin groans, but his rhythm remains unfaltering, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure— both yours and his. He thumbs at your clit, pushing you over the edge as an orgasm spreads across your body. Pulsing warmth spreads from your cunt, drowning you in waves of pleasure as your vision whites out at the edges. Anakin’s only barely able to pull himself out of your tight heat, painting your stomach with his cum. 

He finds himself laying down by your side, basking in the afterglow with you. It seems to him that there’s altogether too much to say, so he’ll say nothing at all. He finds himself running his thumb over your cheekbones gently as you blink sleepily at him, finds his heart leaping out of his chest when you cradle his jaw with your hand. He’d like to think that means something, wants it to mean something so desperately. And when he leans in to kiss your hair, his mouth says the things his voice will not, his lips moving almost imperceptibly against your skin. 

I love you.

He hopes you know it, somehow.

[patchs-curiosity-corner]

Transformers One spoilers you’ve been warned

Ok so ohmygodohmygodohmygod

I’m not ok so I’m gonna start with just a pros and cons list

Pros:

DESIGNS, they were so fucking good, Michael Bay was a producer but we need to never let him touch a Transformers design again

Voice acting from Chris Hemsworth, didn’t even realize it was him at first and he did a good job sounding like Optimus at the end.

Story- the story fucking ruled and I could go on and on about how if Orion had let D kill Sentinel they could have calmed him down after. Also painting D-16 shooting Orion as a betrayal when ORION JUMPED IN FRONT OF THE GUN absolutely infuriating but didn’t take away from it for me.

All the transforming scenes fuck so hard just- and the SEEKERS- THE LITTLE TWIST IN THE AIR it tickles my brain so perfectly I love it.

Starscream. Just- the fact he was there. I will openly admit I need him carnally. There’s something about snarky condescending fictional robots men y’all. He could do anything to me and I’d thank him.

Ok now for the DeceptiCons

Voice acting choices were overall pretty good, Steve Buscemi as Starscream though was… questionable at best honestly. I know he’s supposed to be a little squeaky but that was just too much.

We didn’t get Ratchet???? The name dropped him but that was it. They showed us Jazz and Wheeljack for gods sake but we saw Ratchet maybe once.

Nitpicky but I refuse to believe Starscream starts as that much of a coward. He is the leader of the High-Guard, and it’s so heavily implied they’ve spent the last 50 odd cycles fighting each other to pass the time/determine who leads and you’re telling me D-16 could just waltz in there and fuck him up like that? The guy who can apparently defeat every other member of THE MOTHERFUCKING HIGH-GUARD OF CYBERTRON??? I frankly refuse to believe it. Like yeah coward Starscream is funny but he’s also horrifically smart. One of his earliest origins is as a scientist for gods sake, he’s consistently the epitome of cunning. Like yeah I’m biased but I straight up don’t buy it without having years of abuse from Megatron driving his cowardice.

Like I said though overall 10/10 movie holy shit. I will not be recovering for a while.

[spliffymae]

nobody has to know, a. ojiro

synopsis: it’s caribana season, but instead of catching the dirtiest of wines, aran is moping at his place, thinking about you.

⚠️afabreader, fwb!aran, aran post time skip, reader is caribbean, established fwbs, jealous aran, smut, mentions of phone sex, implied (un)protected sex, MINORS DNI !

kio’s notes - wishin all y’all a hot girl/boy/person summer !!!!

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“y/n, you know you have to get permission before you can walk out like that.” your friend teased you once she saw your costume. it was the day of caribana, a day that shouldn’t have tasted bittersweet on your tongue, but did when you realized you wouldn’t be going with aran, your original date for the day.

you kissed your teeth as you grabbed your keys off the counter, dropping them in the side bag strapped to your waist.

“fuck permission. and fuck ojiro’s goofy ass anyways”

3 weeks earlier….

“oh my god, you’re fucking stretching me outtt.” you whine, your lips pouty with fat tears rolling down your face. you were sitting on aran’s lap, being slid down onto his hard dick as you two sat on the couch in your living room.

aran doesn’t respond just yet. he’s too busy trying to keep his composure, stopping himself from cumming before he can really enjoy you.

“aren’t you glad i answered that call, hm? got to give your spoiled ass just what you needed to feel better.” he was a deep baritone in your ear, the velvet of his durag slightly rubbing against your face when he lowered to speak to you.

“but i-it’s not what i wanted.” you let out with a huff. “you’re playing games with me right now, oji.” you were trying really hard to not be the whimpering, babbling mess he knew you were. you were trying to prove him wrong.

aran laughed, “like you weren’t playing games when you let that whack ass take you out. now be good and watch the movie.”

he was right. after all, this all started because you called him to fix a bad hookup you had with a good first date.

“it’s 2am, i thought you and whatshisface were linking.” aran was curious when your name popped up on his phone. after you told him about the date and texted him that the guy wasn’t a creep, he figured he’d hear from you in the upcoming days.

“the stroke game was nonexistent. he came from a handjob and couldn’t get it back up. i’m mad i wore this for nothing.” you were on facetime, so aran could see the annoyed look on your face; the way your brows knitted together and creased, with your eyes filled with disappointment. your brown lips were pushed out in a pout and without a second thought, you flipped your camera to show your mirror. you stood in a pink lingerie set, and the sight of you had aran’s cock twitching in his pyjama pants.“i don’t get it. i look so pretty tonight, oji. don’t i?”

the way his name fell from your mouth made his heart skip. the neediness in your tone, the yearning he could hear just from his name. how you wanted him. aran swallowed back the carnal groan that tried to creep its way out his mouth, “yeah, you look so pretty, princess.” he said with a comforting smile. he looked back up at his tv, his nba 2k23 mycareer opened with his friends spamming his chat and yelling at him to snap back to reality and back to the game. his mic was on, but he had muted them to focus on you. they, however, could hear you two.

you sighed, “can you come make me feel better? …i don’t feel pretty.” and aran hated that you let this dickhead get to you like this. how you looked in the mirror with sad eyes. he knew you shouldn’t have gone on that date. he knew you weren’t gonna be satisfied with anyone but him.

“of course, i’m comin’ right now.” he didn’t waste a secon contemplating on whether he should leave to go to you at 2am. he turned off his ps4 and hung up the call, grabbed a t-shirt, hoodie, his phone and his car keys, and was on his way to you.

2 weeks earlier…

“bro, you literally just disappeared on us last week. you know that was the only free time all of us had.” osamu pushed aran as the two stood in the starbucks line. they were meeting some friends from high school at the coffee shop to hang out. since graduation, each of them went their separate ways, focusing on achieving their respective goals. they always made time to hang out once a week though.

aran mumbled a meaningless apology, “sorry man, had to take care of something.” he wasn’t sorry. he honestly didn’t care. if he could choose between playing video games with his friends or spending a night in you, he would pick you everytime.

“something or someone. y’know one day we’re gonna have to meet this girl. it’s been going on for so long now.” samu gave aran a final look before stepping up in the line. he was next to order, watching as the girl in front of him stepped to the side.

you had looked up from your position at the cash register of your job to see two familiar faces. one being your friend osamu from volleyball camp, and aran—the man, who just last night, was moaning into his phone about how bad he needed you while he pumped his hand around his cock.

“y/n! looking radiant as ever!” osamu winked.

you flashed a smile,“thank you osamu, what can i get y’all today?”

“i’ll take a white chocolate mocha, spinach and feta egg wrap, and the truth from aran about his secret girlfriend!” the last part came out of nowhere catching both you and aran off guard. you laughed a bit, but out of pure nervousness. your heartbeat even increased.

“samu!” the young man yelled, giving osamu a slap to his shoulder.

you simply giggled, “this girl must be pretty special if you gotta keep her a secret, oji.” the nickname didn’t come out in the usual way aran was use to hearing. with your voice breathless and filled with an adoration for him. instead it was purely friendly, with a little hint of playfulness. it was different, and it made him miss the former.

“there’s no girl, samu. i ain’t find anyone worth my time, alright? aran ojiro is meant to be a free bird, so let me fly.” aran said as he walked to the other open register, eyes completely missing you as he gave a flirty smile to your coworker. and of course, she loved it. you on the other hand, found yourself to be irked.

1 week earlier…

“bro, you seriously ghosted me over something you took out of context?” aran had finally gotten the chance to be face to face with you after a week of radio silence from you. you two had both shown up to kita’s birthday party. you had come just to show face. you weren’t gonna stay—you were simply there to hand kita his gift and leave before a certain six foot wing spiker showed up.unfortunately, aran spotted you handing the present off to kita with an apologetic smile, attempting to leave before you could see him.

before you could step off the porch, aran had dragged you back into the house, disregarding the looks from guests and protests from you, and pulled you upstairs into the bathroom. he pressed you on your absence, on how you refused to pick up his calls and leave his texts on delivered.

“i’m letting you fly, what’chu mean? you’re a free bird, right?” you knitted your brows in curiosity, “i mean,” you smiled, “that’s what you said…right?”

aran pinched the bridge of his nose out of frustration. he leaned against the bathroom counter, standing in front of you, seated at the edge of the tub in front of him. “seriously? i was just saying that to get samu off my back. and even if i meant that shit, so what? we’re just fucking.”

you scoffed, “so now it’s just fucking?…don’t give me that shit, aran. you and i both know we passed ‘just fucking’ a long time ago. but you wanna go flirt with other people in front of me? like you weren’t on my phone begging for me?” you had an attitude, that was for certain.

“bro, why are you trying to make this complicated? i swore we weren’t supposed to be anything serious.” he was defensive, honestly he didn’t know why. he just didn’t like how you were coming for him.

you nodded, “right. so we can just act like we don’t care for each other.”

“i didn’t say all that. i’m just not understanding why you’re getting at me over a misunderstanding.” he honestly wasn’t looking for this. he was just hoping to get a brief explanation and maybe even a lil’ sum sum, but instead he was getting an earful. and it wasn’t an earful of your moans, the way he had hoped.

“because i like you, asshole. because you fuck me and say shit like ‘this my pussy’ or ‘i’m the only one for you’. because you take me out and shower me with affection. because you’re there whenever i need you. and you expect me to what? not feel a way? be okay with you flirting with other girls in my face?what, am i just hear to make you hard?” you raise your arms in frustration.

it was clear from his reddened eyes he had smoked, and the vodka breezer he held in his hand let you know he was lightly drinking too. you say all this because it had to be these factors that made him respond to you the way he did. with a half smirk and laugh, “what’s wrong with just making me hard?”

but you found nothing funny about this. not anything about you finally telling him how you felt was funny to you. it was a pain. a giant and irritating one that you wanted to be free of, but somehow just seemed to worsen. “you know what, you clearly don’t care so i’m not gonna either. see you around, oji.”

the nickname was in a different tone this time around. no adoration, no playfulness. you spoke it flat, with no emotion. and as you stood up and left aran in the bathroom by himself, with the last words being his name in such an emotionless voice, he couldn’t help but think he might have fucked that up.

present…

aran was sitting on his front porch, spliff in hand as he looked down at his phone. today was caribana. he was supposed to be there with you. but instead he was nursing what kita described as a ‘cracked heart’.

he was thinking about you. about how hurt you looked as you left the party. you went radio silent on him afterwards. didn’t hit him up for anything; not to link, not to fuck, not to talk...you were ojiro free—and he hated it!

“so y/n was the secret girlfriend.” osamu had come outside from the kitchen, two cold beers in his right hand.

“wasn’t a girlfriend.” aran mumbled, taking a pull from his spliff.

osamu rolled his eyes, “shut up, she might as well been. look how she got you. meanwhile where is she?” it was meant to be a rhetorical question, but aran took it literally. with his phone in his other hand he went to instagram and ironically, your story was the first in the long and seemingly endless line of instagram stories. he tapped the icon, immediately seeing a video of you posing in your costume with shensea’s shen yeng anthem coming through your phone.

osamu leaned over to see you and mindlessly whistled at your appearance. “you fumbled a serious bag, my friend.” he ignored the glare aran sent his way because he knew aran knew he was right.

“shut the hell up.” the bitter man mumbled, eyes looking back on his phone to see the next story you posted. it was you on the street, posing with people from your band as you all held up your country’s flag. aran got a better look of your costume. the way that its colors; the purple bands and silver jewel stoned garments that connect to them, brought out your rich and warm undertone the way your headpiece demanded the attention to be on you. you were all smiles with your girlfriends, and aran loved to see you happy. your smile was probably his favorite thing about you.

pissed him off he wasn’t the one making you smile like that, though.

“tsumu just texted me that he sees her.” osamu said just as the timer for your story ran out. it then went to atsumu’s who was holding his phone high up, recording not only him walking w the parade of people, but walking behind you…who was carelessly wining against his crotch to the sounds of gyal you a party animal.

osamu had just so happened to glance back at aran’s screen and his mouth instantly fell at the sight. there was his twin brother, handing his phone off to someone next to him as he flipped to the back camera. he took your hips in his hands and began to move against you making you cheer in excitement.

it was all harmless, a careless bubble he caught because he was your friend. there was nothing serious about it, and that is what made aran the most upset. to know you were okay to do that. because you weren’t his, he had no right to get mad at you just dancing with atsumu because you two are not together, that’s what he knows you’d say if he were to bring this up. but he made it his right to have, the jealousy. because who did you think you were to move against any other man the way you moved against him?

osamu wanted to laugh! because of course this would happen to aran. of course the man who was ‘too busy for love’ would find himself pining after “the one that got away”.

some time had passed and aran was now three spliffs in, a beer in hand as he sat on the beanbag in his room. some random show was playing in the back, but all his attention was on the various instagram and snap stories you posted. he would even watch the snaps of your friends just to see if he’d catch you doing anything. yeah, he was down so bad. here you were having so much fun without him. so much so that not only was he annoyed, but he finally decided to just cave and text you.

ojiro (don’t answer rn)

honestly i’m too high

but fuck it you won

i care about you

and you make me hard

so call me when you see this

[multiheadcanons]

100 FOLLOWER SPECIAL: MY FAVORITE TAGS

i…. completely forgot this game takes place in the 70s when i wrote the manicure post. oops. y’all know he would though. come on.

everyone loves heavy is still one of my personal favorites to go back through and read. i love that russian. speaking of which—

i have never thought more about blu heavy on a daily basis since i wrote this like atp that’s just an oc but i need him carnally. as much as i love red heavy, and he is my man, my own characterization of blu heavy makes me… drool. something about a man who is unequivocally, unquestioningly violent who puts the facade of a teddy bear on the surface, as opposed to my red heavy, who is a cold man with a very warm heart buried deep beneath the surface (which is frankly just a very widely accepted view of heavy) i just want him to body slam me into concrete i want the last thing i see to be his crazed smile as he encompasses my head and crushes it between his fingers. i love how much my blu heavy loves violence. i want to eat him while he breaks my ribs one at a time.

we continue on cyclonists s tier tags with a really fucked up fun fact: engie’s model actually has no eyes at all! so any eye color is canon because canonically he ain’t got no eyeballs

continuing on eyeballs, i’ve been in this fandom for a decade lmao i’m sure i picked it up when i was 13 and then committed it to my soul. i think we all collectively agreed on reading glasses heavy in 2015

WHY ARE WE EATING QUAIL EGGS LIKE THIS BRO WHY ARE YOU EATING QUAIL EGGS IF YOU HATE THEM this tag made me screech highkey this is insaaane

we… we hate saxton here. i genuinely hate saxton as a character and can’t even explain why i absolutely detest saxton but if there are no saxton haters i am dead. something about comic seven took me from saxton neutral to “wow…. i actually fucking hate this guy.”

genuinely i regularly think about this tag before my posts go live. i am also licking my fingers i’m so hype for my posts and i’m tickled other people feel the same way like… omg

i rip into medic because i love him so much he makes me sick. i just want to bully him and take his lunch money and stuff him in a locker. and also; snipes is too damn tall to not have like…. the wingspan of an ostrich like don’t slap box him.

and i’m gonna end it on one of my top tags that i think about and giggle over daily:

me too… me too.

anyways lol, thanks for 100 of y’all! so crazy to think anyone except me is interested in my writing! but i hope to not disappoint!

can you believe including everything in the queue we’re at 55 posts? it took us 48 posts to get here! crazy!

anyway. love y’all. be kind. stay posted!

[underthenightskydreamsneverdie]

Carnal chapter 7

Summary: Daisy plans a special surprise for Mattheo during the Hufflepuff party for Triwizard champion Cedric Digory.

Warnings: 18+, guys its a lyric fic (not sure if I'm sorry about that or not), it opens strong with Matty's breeding kink, major side character hate (def not sorry about that tho), fighting (we all knew it would get here eventually, right?), Theo being the best bff a guy could ask for and a Maisy stan, if you've made it this far then idk just read it

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Daisy Waters

Word count: ~6650

A/N: I know it’s been a long time coming guys, but I love that y’all stuck around 💜

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Mattheo groaned, his bed creaking as his hips bucked with urgency. He kept his eyes closed, face lifted toward the ceiling, knowing one look at Daisy’s blissed out face beneath him would push him over the edge of an orgasm he’d been fighting to hold back for the last twenty minutes. 

It was late, or is it early, almost four AM and he and Daisy had been at it for hours. It started after she had gotten back in bed earlier that morning and wouldn’t stop wiggling her ass against him. He groaned her name in warning. “Cut it out, princess, you need your rest.” I've given you nine orgasms in the last twelve hours, how do you have the energy for more? 

He was exhausted, still in shock that she could match and surpass his sex drive, eagerly begging him for “just one more, Matty, then I’ll go to sleep. Please, lover, just one more orgasm.” Some nights he could convince her to end it there, but when she pouted, her bottom lip sticking out, a whimpered explanation of “can’t get enough of you”, he caved instantly. How can I deny her? 

But he didn’t give in without reason, adamant that she would have to do the work for this last orgasm. She never minded, happily encouraging him to lay back against the pillows and relax, kissing him as she rode his thigh. She looked so pretty pleasing herself using his body, he never could just watch. He gripped her hips, guiding her movements, or groped her breasts, or worked even more marks onto her body. She always pressed her forehead against his as she came, tugging on his hair or clawing at his neck, a soft whimper of his name signaling her descent into exhaustion. 

He thought he had driven her to that point earlier, her little whimper as she collapsed into his arms only six hours ago the telltale sign she was ready to sleep it off. Yet here they were, lost in each other again and he couldn’t be more happy about it. He had eaten her, fucked her thighs shooting his load all over her stomach, fingered her, and now he rubbed his cock through her folds, the closest she let him get to actually fucking her. A few fingers inside her to keep his cock from slipping in, he groaned like a man possessed as her lips parted for him, enveloping him with each stroke. Hold on, hold on, don’t cum yet, don’t cum yet. 

He ripped his fingers from her, lining his tip up with her entrance, finally looking down at her. Her hair was a tangled mess around her shoulders, tears sliding down her cheeks from the pleasure, eyes unfocused, and mouth open in silent whimpers. She has never looked so perfect. “You ready to cum for me, pretty girl?” Her eyes drifted to his, closing as he kept a thumb swirling on her clit. It was enough of an answer for him, and he finally let go, grunting as he shot rope after rope of his seed into her. It wasn’t nearly as deep as he wished, he longed to be buried balls deep inside her, putting her contraceptive potion to the test, but for now it was pure ecstasy. Her hands gripped at his chest, her silent signal she hadn’t finished yet and he smiled down at her. “Don’t worry, princess, you know I always take care of you.” He slipped his fingers back into her, pushing his seed deeper inside with every movement, until her walls clenched around his fingers and she dug her nails into his chest, whimpering incoherently. “That’s it, baby, cum for me, cum on my fingers. That’s it, that’s my good girl.” 

His legs gave out and he laid on top of her, kissing her jaw as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm. “So pretty when you fall apart for me, princess. I love you, Daisy, gods I love you.” He nuzzled his face into her neck, groaning as she ran her fingers through his hair, soothing him as they caught their breath. 

“I love you too, Matty.” She squeezed him, holding him tightly to her, as if afraid he would get up and leave, but he knew it was just part of her love language. He sighed softly, once again overwhelmed by her love, given with no strings attached, no limits, and how quickly he had grown addicted to it. Everything about their relationship felt like they were moving way too fast and far too slowly all at once. He was drowning in her and he couldn’t get enough. 

Kissing his way up to her lips, he cupped her face in his hands. “You’re so incredible, Daisy. I’m so lucky to have you as mine.” He kissed her passionately, scooping her into his arms. “Let’s get you cleaned up, love.” Carrying her into the bathroom he set her on the sink, gently wiping his cum off her body with a warm washcloth, encouraging her to use the toilet while he went to grab her a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt to sleep in. He helped her get dressed, chuckling at her sleepy expression, and carried her back to bed, tucking her in, snuggling up next to her. “Get some sleep, sweet girl, you’re gonna need your energy tomorrow.” Arm around her hip, he kissed the back of her neck, closing his eyes. 

As her breathing slowed, he thought back to last week when she had come running up to him as he waited for her outside the Great Hall. He had cut off her greeting, pulling her in for a needy kiss after spending the last few hours apart. “Fuck, I missed you, princess. Sorry I interrupted you, were you saying something about a party?” 

“Yes! Hufflepuff is throwing a party for Cedric,” her voice dropped to an annoyed tone as she said his name, “two days before the first task takes place. Will you come?” His first thought had been ‘a Hufflepuff party, gods that sounds lame’ but the way she was looking at him had melted him on the spot. Who cares if it’s boring if I get to spend the night with her. “Of course I will, princess.” She had leaned in to kiss him, an excited squeal slipping past her lips. 

“Good, I have a surprise for you.” 

“Oh you do?” She nodded her head, giggling and kissing him. “Gonna tell me what it is?” He teased her, hoping she would slip up and give it away. 

“No! It’s a surprise, Matty! One I think you’ll enjoy.” Little tease. She leaned in and kissed him again, her hand gripping his jaw as she deepened the kiss. “What do you say we skip dinner, handsome?” 

Her little moan made his cock twitch, making its opinion known, and he groaned, desperate for her. “Oh, fuck yes.” 

Daisy had spent all of her free time alone over the week, “preparing for the party”, and Mattheo missed her company. He sighed, sitting at the Hufflepuff table by himself, waiting for her. He had finished eating fifteen minutes ago and he was starting to get annoyed. Where the hell is she? 

A shiver went down his spine, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. Again?! Just fuck off already. He had been feeling someone staring at him all week. Slowly lifting his head he casually looked around the room, eyes narrowed as he searched. Every pair of eyes he met seemed shocked to find him looking in their direction, leaving him stumped once again. Just as the feeling became so uncomfortable he considered leaving he heard running footsteps behind him, looking up to find Daisy racing towards him. She crushed her lips down on his, pulling him close as she sat down, moaning into the kiss. 

“I’m so sorry I’m late, Mattheo. This damn practice was taking forever tonight, everyone is so nervous…” she must have realized she was saying too much because she abruptly stopped and changed the subject. “Mmm, steak and kidney pie for dinner? I could taste it on your tongue.” 

He laughed, it was hard to be unhappy with her when she was this cute. He pulled her onto his thigh, pushing his plate out of the way and sliding hers over. “Yes, and I saved you the last piece. You should eat, princess, I know you’re hungry after we skipped lunch. Well, you skipped lunch…I had a pretty damn good meal.” She giggled, no doubt in his mind that she was blushing, as he brought up their earlier activities. 

He had shoved her into a closet, grumbling about how much he missed her, needed her to himself, dropping to his knees and eating her to three orgasms. He hadn’t given a damn that she had squirted all over him, walked into his next class with pride as her juices dried on his clothes and face for everyone to see, the scent of her pleasure rolling off of him. 

Wrapping his arms around her as she ate, he nuzzled against her shoulders, kissed her neck, even fixed the ribbon in her hair, a green one he had bought her as an obvious sign of possession. “Where have you been, what have you been doing all week? I think it’s time to tell me.” He didn’t want to admit he had been letting himself worry, growing more and more anxious about her solo time with every passing day. 

“Give it an hour and you’ll know, Matty.” Her casual tone pushed him the wrong way, doesn’t she see how much this bothers me?, and he sighed. 

“Daisy.” His irritation at being kept in the dark slipped out, her name coming out much more coldly than he had meant for it to. Her back stiffened and she turned her head to look at him. 

“Mattheo.” Her voice was so much sweeter than his had been, making him flush with embarrassment. “Don’t you trust me, darling? Yes, I’ll admit I’ve been spending time around other boys, but my focus is always on you. Every moment we’ve spent apart this week is because I’m working on something for you.” He squeezed her tightly, feeling ashamed for ever having questioned her loyalty. “I’m yours, Matty, only yours. I walk around with your marks all over my body, your ribbon in my hair, we make out in front of everyone…trust me, my love, every single person in this school knows I belong to you. And I’m making sure they get a good reminder tonight that you belong to me. Now, sweetheart, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go get ready for the party.” She tried to get up but he pulled her back down on his lap. 

“Wait, Daisy. I’m sorry I acted like a jealous ass, my sweet girl. I love you and I trust you. I don’t like having secrets between us and I panicked a little bit when you left me out.” Gently running a hand across her cheek, he pulled her in for a passionate kiss, pouring out all of his emotions. “Can you forgive me, princess?” 

Her chuckle took him by surprise, his eyes narrowing for a split second. “Oh, Matty. You don’t have to ask forgiveness for being yourself.” He felt himself flush with embarrassment again, damn she knows me so well already. “But don’t question my loyalty again, Mattheo. I’m a Hufflepuff, remember? We value loyalty above all else, and my loyalties are for life.” He froze, jaw dropping open a little. For life? Gods, please let her be saying what I think she’s saying. She took advantage of his shock, worming her way out of his grasp and standing up. He watched her take a few steps before turning walking back to him, bending down to whisper in his ear. “Take a shower before the party, darling. My cum is starting to stink on you.” He sighed as she pressed a tender kiss to his temple and watched her walk away, biting his lip as her hips swayed. 

Turning back to the table to down the last few sips of pumpkin juice from his goblet he could feel eyes on him again, anger rising in his chest knowing whoever it was had probably watched his entire interaction with Daisy. If it was a jealous girl thinking she could convince him to leave Daisy he would happily set her straight, leaving no room for doubt that he belonged to Daisy. But if it was another guy…well that changes things. He hadn’t been in a fight since school started and he was itching for one. Shaking off his anger, he stood, leaving the Great Hall and heading for his dorm. 

Mattheo was surprised to find Theo hanging around the dorm after his shower, thinking he would have been heading to the Durmstrang party for Viktor Krum. 

“Not going to the Durmstrang party, Theo?” He asked, looking over at his friend as he pulled out a pair of jeans.  

“Nah, figured I should probably skip it after that run in I had last week, not that I couldn’t take that kid, just not in the mood tonight.” 

Mattheo knew his friend had gotten into a bad fight after accidentally shoving a Durmstrang student, and that Theo could easily beat that guy to a pulp if he wanted, but he also knew Theo had a softer side that preferred to avoid confrontation where possible. “You’re just going to hang here by yourself all night? That’s no fun, mate. You’re welcome to join me at the Hufflepuff party if you want. Honestly, it’ll probably be a bore, but maybe you’ll find a cute girl to make out with.” 

Theo laughed, sitting up on his bed. “If it’s going to be boring, why are you going? Daisy? You're whipped, Matt, admit it.” 

“Maybe I am…” he shook his head as he chuckled, “…there’s something about her that intrigues me.” He replied casually, not wanting his best friend to tease him for his obsession over Daisy again.

He pulled his jeans on, a pair that were a little too tight knowing how Daisy couldn’t keep her hands off his ass when he wore them, and started searching for a clean shirt. Button up or t-shirt? Daisy made it sound like she was putting a decent amount of effort into her look tonight, why else would a girl need an entire hour to get ready, so I guess I’ll do the same. He pulled out a black button up, frowning as he slipped it over his shoulders. Is all black too much? Should I wear a tie? Dress shoes? Something that doesn't have holes at least? Ripping the shirt off he threw it onto the bed. Fuck, can’t believe I’m about to do this. 

“Okay, fine, I’m whipped. Now get over here and help me figure out what to wear. If you laugh, I’ll kill you.” He spoke the words into the room at large instead of to Theo directly, feeling ridiculous. 

“You know Daisy doesn’t care what you’re wearing, right? I know you two use silencing spells every night, but we can hear your bed frame hitting the wall nonstop and I see the way she looks at you, like you hung the fucking moon. That girl is so into you, Mattheo, she wouldn’t care if you showed up in your sweaty quidditch uniform.” 

“Choose your next words carefully, Theo.” He felt a wave of possessiveness wash over him, not enjoying the casualness of his friends tone as he talked about her being in his bed. 

“I just mean stop trying so hard. You’ve got her, now just be yourself.” 

For fucks sake, like I hadn’t thought of that already. “My self wants to look good next to her. She always looks like a sexy punk goddess in her ripped jeans and rock tees…it feels weird to talk about her with you…” He trailed off, looking over at Theo who was changing into a clean shirt for the party. 

“Not that weird, we used to talk about girls all the time. For the record, I like Daisy for you. She’s…well she’s hot, but I get the feeling she can keep up with you, even surprise you. Anyway, get your shirt on, Romeo, you took so long doing your hair we’re going to be late.” 

He groaned, feeling embarrassed again. It had taken him twenty minutes to get his hair just right, curls falling in his face the way Daisy liked. Theo is right, you need to stop worrying and be yourself, moron. He stood up, digging out his favorite t-shirt, the one he loved seeing her wear, the one she claimed was hers now, hoping she would claim it again right there during the party. Running a hand through his hair, ruffling the curls into their normal mess he bent to tie his converse. Much better. 

Pushing through the crowd of people gathered around the Hufflepuff House entrance, Mattheo looked around for Daisy, wishing she was by his side. He hated crowds, felt like he was drowning in all the bodies, he just wanted to hold her and ignore everyone else. 

“I didn’t think this was going to be such a big party. Or that we were late for it.” Theo’s voice came from behind him, acting like an anchor for Mattheos sanity. 

“I didn’t either…” He stopped as he caught snippets of other conversations around him. It seemed like the party had started hours ago, but people were just starting to get excited about something. 

“Has she gone on yet?”, “I chose this over the Durmstrang party, the rumors better be true.”, “I heard she has all new songs this year.” 

“Sounds like someone will be performing. I wonder who.” Mattheo turned back to look at Theo as they forced their way into the common room. 

“I hope it’s not this girl, gods she’s awful.” Theo nodded towards the large stage set up in the back of the room, where an older Gryffindor was singing extremely off key. 

Mattheo looked around the room, frowning as his eyes passed over the stage and the girl on it. “Is this an open mic thing? Daisy, I love you, but I did not sign up for that.” He shoved his way to the front of the stage, half a mind to get up there just to look around for Daisy. Suddenly a shiver ran down his spine again, the feeling of being watched returning. He spun around, determined to find this little shit once and for all. Theo looked down at him then looked around too. 

“You okay, man?” This is why he’s your best friend. Doesn’t even know what he’s looking for but he’s looking anyway. 

“I’ve been feeling someone watching me all fucking week and I’m ready to fight over it. Do you see anyone looking at me?” He knew if things did turn violent, Theo would have his back. 

Before Theo could answer, a loud voice sounded from above them. “Hogwarts! Who’s ready to get this party started?” Around him everyone cheered, as if they knew something he didn’t, and looked up, searching for something. Instead of joining them he looked around for Daisy once more, meeting a pair of eyes he hadn’t expected to. Cedric Digory. Why is he looking at me? Isn’t this whole damn party for him, why is he frowning like that? 

“You have some kind of beef with Digory?” Theo’s voice met his ear, his friend looking in the same direction as him. 

The question was simple enough but the answer, Mattheo was starting to think, may not have been so simple. He narrowed his eyes and Cedric did the same. What the fuck? “I didn’t think I did…” 

“Kind of seems like there is. Have you done anything to offend him this year?” 

“The only thing I’ve done differently is date…” He trailed off as realization struck. Oh no, no, pretty girl, please say it’s not so. Mattheo knew she had an ex, one who had used her and treated her like shit, like an object not a person. The night Daisy had told him about her sexual past Mattheo made her swear to never tell him this person's name, knowing the information would have him sharing his mothers cell block in Azkaban. His fist tightened as he looked at Digory, and he tried to calm his breathing. He needed confirmation from Daisy before he beat this asshole to death. 

“Then wait no longer! Here she is, Hufflepuffs very own, DAISY WATERS!” 

When the voice rang out around the room, amplified and excited, Cedric turned his head towards the top of the staircase, looking for her, an almost hopeful expression on his face. Mattheos eyes flew in the same direction, landing on her. Oh fuck. A single look at her and he understood why she needed an hour to get ready. He groaned loudly, his breath completely gone, his heart racing as his blood drained from his head. He grabbed onto Theo’s shoulder to keep his legs underneath him, feeling faint, more than happy to fall on his face in front of everyone if it meant she would keep looking at him. 

“Hello everyone! How are we doing tonight?” She paused for the cheers that rang out across the room, a handful of students chanting her name. “Thank you, thank you!” She held her hand up, the noise dying down as she started to ascend the stairs. “I’ve been asked to say a few words about our Hogwarts champion, so let’s make some noise for Cedric Digory, shall we?!” Around him the room burst into applause and screams, Mattheo staying quiet, smiling to himself when he noticed the almost imperceptible look of annoyance on Daisy’s face. “There are a lot of things I could say, but in the interest of keeping things short and sweet I’ll just say this: good luck.” The way she barely paused as she walked past Digory, not even meeting his eye, told Mattheo everything he needed to know. Oh he’s definitely her ex. 

Every step she took brought her closer to him, her eyes only leaving him when she looked to see where she was going. “Now that’s out of the way, who here is ready for a little music?” The room erupted in screams again, much more quiet than they had been for Digory a moment ago. “Oh, I know you can do better than that, let’s try again. Who’s ready for some music?!” At volumes he didn’t even know were possible to reach, the crowd cheered for her, but she looked displeased. “Still can’t hear you!” His ears felt like they were going to explode as he watched her move closer until she stood right in front of him in all her punk goddess glory. 

She looked stunning in her knee high leather boots with long laces flying around her legs with every step, fishnet tights giving him tantalizing peeks at the fresh batch of love bites he had trailed down her inner thighs, black pleated skirt covered in jingling zippers and silver rings, her hole-filled shirt showing off her lace bra and even more of his marks. But it was her eyes that held him captive, the holographic blue and purple pigments splattered across her cheeks like freckles, sparkling under the stage lights, hypnotizing him, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. She’s a work of art.

His breath caught in his throat as she placed her hand on his chest, looking him dead in the eyes and repeating herself. “I still can’t hear you.” The room around them fell silent, waiting to see what Mattheo would do. He opened his mouth to say her name, a desperate, needy, whimper tumbling from his lips instead. His cheeks flushed as the room erupted with laughter and cheers, but her gaze made it easy to block out any embarrassment he felt, the wicked smile on her face the most beautiful thing he could ever hope to fall victim to. “That’s better.” 

Elbowing Theo in the ribs to shut him up, Mattheo watched her jump up onto the stage, throw her guitar strap over her shoulder and step up to the mic that materialized in front of her. “What do ya say we start with an old favorite and…

Let ‘em know we’re still rock ‘n’ roll 

The crowd roared as the drums rippled to life, Daisy’s fingers moving over the neck of her guitar with skilled ease. 

I don’t care about my makeup

I like it better with my jeans all ripped up

Don’t know how to keep my mouth shut

You say, “So what?”

Her voice was like a siren song, one listen and he knew he would never recover, never be the same, never be able to live without it blessing his ears. My gods, Daisy. As if I needed another reason to obsess over you. 

I don’t care if I’m a misfit

I like it better than the hipster bullshit

I am the motherfuckin’ princess

You still love it 

Her eyes met his, twinkling with pure joy. “Fuck yes, baby!” He shouted out to her, unable to believe this incredible girl was his. 

Some, somehow it’s a little different when I’m with you

You know what I really am all about

You know how it really goes (oh, oh, oh, yeah) 

Some, someway we’ll be gettin outta this town one day

You’re the only one that I want with me

You know how the story goes 

“Sing it with me!” And they did, shouting the lyrics back at her

When it’s you and me 

We don’t need no one to tell us who to be

We’ll keep turning up the radio

What if you and I 

Just put up a middle finger to the sky?

All around him hands flew into the air, middle fingers raised and he laughed, loving the response Daisy was getting. 

Let ‘em know that we’re still rock and roll 

Rock and roll 

Hey, hey, hey

Rock and roll

Hey, hey, hey

The crowd knew their part well, making Mattheo wonder how many times this song had echoed through the castle without him ever knowing about it. He zoned out as the song continued, watching her fingers fly over the guitar frets, the ecstatic smile on her face as voices filled the air so loudly she didn’t even need to sing, and the little hint of concentration that grew as her guitar solo began. Come on, baby, stick that cute little tongue out for me, that’s it, just like in my sketch. Yes! He let out a soft ‘whoo’ as her tongue curved up to her upper lip, throwing his hands in the air. 

When it’s you and me

We don’t need no one to tell us who to be

We’ll keep turning up the radio

The crowd joined her and she let them take over singing the chorus while she added in additional vocals when the mood struck her, showing off her skills. 

What if you and I 

Just put up a middle finger to the sky? (To the sky) 

Let ‘em know that we’re still rock and roll

When it’s you and me

We don’t need no one to tell us who to be (Yeah, yeah) 

We’ll keep turning up the radio (Still rock and roll) 

What if you and I 

Just put up a middle finger to the sky? (Rock and roll) 

Let ‘em know that we’re still rock and roll

Rock and roll

Hey, hey, hey

Rock and roll (Rock and roll)

Hey, hey, hey

When the song ended Mattheo screamed for her as loud as he could, shouting “that’s my girl!”, throwing his fist in the air, watching her giggle and roll her eyes at him. He wanted to rush up on stage and kiss her until they both passed out, but she silenced that urge by stepping back up to the microphone. 

“Woo! Feels good to be back, doesn’t it?!” Mattheo watched her with awe as the room exploded into cheers again. She was a natural at this, seeming so comfortable with the room hanging on her every breath, making others happy with her art. She laughed, her smile making his heart flutter with joy, her happiness infectious. “This next one’s called Want You Like That and I wrote it about someone very special to me.” 

I think I talk about you 

Every time you walk out the door

I told my mom about you

Damn, I’ve never done that before

Her eyes didn’t leave him for a second, lyrics sung directly to him, only for him. You told your mom about me, princess? He smiled, heart racing, knowing exactly how much he must mean for her to tell her dead mother about him. 

I’d break his heart, I’d make some art

And then he’d call me a horrible person 

But now I’m thinking ‘bout you 

Every time that I’m wakin’ up

I wrap my arms around you 

Even then you’re not close enough 

You’re on my tongue, you’re in my lungs 

You call me yours and it sucks ‘cause it’s working

Mattheo was frozen in place, transfixed by the lyrics Daisy sang. There she goes reading my mind again. How does she know exactly what’s in my heart?

I brace for the damage 

You’re perfect, I panic 

So happy it’s tragic 

Yeah, I want you like that 

Don’t freak out, I’m nervous 

I’ll break us on purpose 

I’m fucked but it’s worth it

Yeah, I want you like that 

My biggest fear, sounding so beautiful slipping from her perfect lips. Are we both our own worst enemies? I won’t let us break this, baby, I promise. 

The way you look at me

You’re good to me, don’t know what this is

Not used to honesty

And honestly, it’s making me sick

It’s weird you treat me like a person 

And you don’t try to fix me

Just wanna be with me

After three months of drowning in her selfless love Mattheo had realized it wasn’t his job to fix a single thing about her, only to be there by her side as she fixed herself. The idea that someone else, Cedric, had hurt her, made her feel broken and worthless was enough to have him seeing red, the only thing keeping Mattheo from killing him right now was Daisy’s voice surrounding him like a calming embrace. 

But you’re tracin’ every line of my tattoos

His mind went back to the night he had asked about her tattoos, three ravens on her shoulder and the outline of a howling wolf on her hip. “The birds are my parents and I.” He had run his fingers over the two birds in flight, their wings flapping on her skin, understanding why the third was still on the ground. Oh my sweet girl, how lonely it must be to wait your turn to fly. Let me wait with you. His hand slid down her back towards her hip. “And this one?” She had smiled at him, his fingers tracing the black ink. “I like wolves.” She had given him no further explanation but he could tell there was more to it than that. 

Wasting all of our time in your bedroom

Every spare minute and I don’t want it any other way, love. Her eyes said the same thing as she winked at him.

Make it out alive, I don’t want to

Cause I want you, yeah

I brace for the damage 

You’re perfect, I panic 

So happy, it’s tragic

Yeah, I want you like that

Don’t freak out, I’m nervous 

I’ll break us on purpose 

I’m fucked but it’s worth it

Yeah, I want you like that

He watched her sing, sighing as she closed her eyes and lost herself in the music. My gods, you’re beautiful, Daisy. As the song ended, the crowd cheering, she slipped her guitar off and jumped off the stage, rushing into his arms. He pulled her into him, hugging her tightly as their lips met in a passionate kiss, the kind that promised they would go through hell to be together, even if it was a self created hell. “I want you like that, princess. Nothing is going to break us. I won’t let it.” She nodded softly in agreement as the band called out to her, eager to get back to playing. He sighed as she cupped his cheek for a moment before getting back on stage. 

She played a couple more songs, ones the audience knew, their level of enthusiasm still stunning him. The longer he watched her, the more desperate he became for her, desperate to be alone with her, naked with her, watching her needy tears ruin her pretty makeup. By the time she announced the final song he wasn’t sure how he was comprehending a single word she said, every drop of his blood pulsing through his aching cock. 

“I’ve got one more new song for you guys. This one’s called Nonsense.” 

The smirk on her face as she looked at him almost made him cum in his pants, and he let out a low groan, wondering exactly what this song would be about. He had a feeling he was going to love it. Surprising him again, she pulled the microphone from its stand and made her way to him as the band started to play, singing some intro notes. His hands automatically moved to her hips when she wrapped an arm around his neck. 

Think I only want one number in my phone 

I might change your contact to “Don’t Leave Me Alone” 

You said you like my eyes and you like to make ‘em roll

Treat me like a Queen, now you got me feelin’ thrown, oh

Groaning as she spun around, he pulled her close, wrapping both arms around her as her hips rocked against him with the music. 

But I can’t help myself when you get close to me

Baby, my tongue goes numb, sounds like “bleh-blah-blee” 

I don’t want no one else, baby, I’m in too deep

Here’s a lil song I wrote, it’s about you and me

He chuckled, thinking it was his tongue that usually went numb around her. Gods I’m in way too deep, princess, and I fucking love it.

I’ll be honest 

Lookin’ at you got me thinkin’ nonsense

Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in

And when you got your arms around me

Oh, it feels so good

He groaned again, how does she know exactly how I feel? 

I had to jump the octave 

I think I got an ex, but I forgot him

The greatest feeling of relief washed over him. Thank Merlin for that. Now if only your ex would forget about you. Forgive me for the fight he and I are bound to have tonight, princess. 

I can’t find my chill, I must’ve lost it

I don’t even know, I’m talkin’ nonsense 

I’m talkin’, I’m talkin’ 

I’m talkin’ all around the clock

I’m talkin’ hope nobody knocks 

I’m talkin’ opposite of soft

I’m talkin’ wild, wild thoughts

Oh really, princess? He knew she had some wild fantasies and desires but she kept saying she wasn’t ready to share them. He slid his hands down her legs, slipping them under her skirt and groping her thighs, not giving a single fuck that half of Hogwarts was watching them right now. She was his and he would do what he wanted to her. Her fingers tugging at his hair only made him want to keep going, to find out just how far she would let him go while they were in the spotlight. 

You gotta keep up with me

I got some young energy

I caught that L-O-V-E 

How do you do this to me? 

Fuck, I’m trying to keep up with you, baby. He had a feeling actually fucking her would wear her out more than what they were doing now, and the way she was grinding against him so seductively as her beautiful voice sang about such dirty things had him ready to force the issue. He spent the rest of the song kissing her neck and losing himself in thoughts of being buried inside her. How do you do this to me, Daisy.

But I can’t help myself when you get close to me

Baby, my tongue goes numb, sounds like “bleh-blah-bleh-blee” 

And I don’t want no one else, baby, I’m in too deep

Here’s a lil song I wrote, it’s about you and me

I’ll be honest

Lookin’ at you got me thinkin’ nonsense 

Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in

When you got your arms around me

Oh, it feels so good

I had to hit the octave 

I think I got an ex, but I forgot him

And I can’t find my chill, I must’ve lost it

I don’t even know, I’m talkin’ nonsense

I’m talkin’, I’m talkin’, I’m talkin’

I’m talkin’, I’m talkin’, I’m talkin’, 

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah

Mattheo felt a hand grip his shoulder, yanking him away from Daisy. 

I don’t even know any-

Mattheo saw her whip around, shocked by the loss of his body behind her, her eyes narrowing as she saw what was happening. He spun around to see Cedric glaring at him, his face red with anger, and fists clenched. 

“RIDDLE!” Cedric shouted at him, before looking over his shoulder and speaking to Daisy, who Mattheo assumed had pushed her way through the crowd circling around him and Digory. “Really, Daisy? This prick is who you go for after me? You’re more of an idiot than I thought…” He didn’t get the chance to continue insulting her, Mattheo landing the first punch to Cedric’s jaw hard enough to make him stumble backwards. 

Mattheo wanted to yell back, tell him he had no right to speak to Daisy like that, or at all if he had his way, but he was so consumed by his hatred of the boy and the time he had spent with Daisy that he couldn’t form the words. His chest heaved with anger, the room around him blurring, except for his target, as he took another swing, landing this one on Cedric’s left eye. 

It was a mistake, bringing him too far into Digory's range, his own head swiveling violently to one side as he was hit in the jaw. Fuck. He didn’t recover fast enough, Cedric taking a cheap shot, hitting him in the stomach hard enough to take his breath away, making him double over and realizing too late that the other boys knee was about to collide with his jaw. 

“Stop it!” He heard Daisy shout, surprised to find it coming from above him, his head swirling as he looked around, discovering he was at eye level with people's shoes. He jumped up, charging at Digory, knocking him to the ground before mercilessly hitting him over and over. 

Arms wrapped around him and ripped him off of Cedric, Theo’s angry eyes boring into his. “For fucks sake, Mattheo, can’t you hear her calling for you?! Look at her!” He followed Theo’s pointing hand, eyes landing on Daisy, his heart breaking at the sight of her. 

Tears ran down her face, not the type of tears he hoped would ruin her makeup tonight, and she was shaking from head to toe, her chest heaving as she knelt with her hands flat on the stone floor. He watched as her fingers curled and she gritted her teeth, upper lip twitching as though she were holding back a snarl.

“Daisy?” 

[oldsouljoel]

A violent encounter with a cordycep leaves you without your clothes on as the man that rescues you is convinced you’ve been infected. Dark!Joel Miller and dubcon.

Rating: explicit

*

The sprinting was fruitless. You were running and running, that terrible thing behind you just inches away from clawing your skin apart. And you knew it would tear you from limb to limb, rather than to bite you; like those clickers at the Boston museum.

A snarl from your left side catches you off guard and your foot trips on a growth of vines. The cordycep rams into your back and the two of you tumble roughly down a steep, grass-filled mound. Your back hits the ground with a hard thud, the thing above you brawls as you try to shove it off. This time, you’re the one that’s screaming and snarling, doing everything in your power to not get bitten.

And just like that, a loud, piercing bang rattles the air surrounding the scuffle. The cordycep falls on top of you, and you quickly push it off so you can stand.

Almost immediately, a tall statured man comes into view. He’s slightly bearded, with grey and black curls and an aged, but rugged look to his face. The worn out jeans and shirt he wears tells you that he’s a civilian.

You swallow, unsure if you’re really alive. “Oh my god, than you—“

“Strip,” he cuts in.

“What?”

He points the head of the rifle at your chest. “Well sweetness, I said to strip. Not much else to explain, seeing as that thing was on top of you, and drooling on your face.”

You shift your feet uncomfortably, not quite sure if he’s being serious. “But I didn’t get bit,” you tell him, the crack in your voice more apparent.

He smiles a little, the glint in his eyes mischievous but also cruel. It slowly dawns you about what this really is, and you feel your stomach flip. Fuck. Fuck. You should have never left FEDRA territory, and gone into the city without someone by your side.

He points the rifle at you a second time and you bristle. “Strip, girl.”

“I’ll tell FEDRA everything,” you bite back, “or I’ll scream.”

“Those FEDRA pill-popping fuckers will hang you ,” he counters, “and you may scream, just so long as you’re doing it for me.”

Pill-poppers? “Um, are you Joel?” You ask, the name familiar and also foreign on your tongue.

“Yes, dear. I sell narcotics to FEDRA. Sometimes I sell it to kids like you.”

“I can buy your entire supply if you let me go.”

“No, I prefer the other option,” he drawls, “and I ain’t gonna ask again. He cocks the gun, and the air in your lungs constrict.

“Okay, okay!” You yell.

Slowly, almost like you’re teasing him, your shaky hands pull your T-shirt over your head. The shirt falls to ground where you step out of your worn chucks.

Joel whistles. You watch his black eyes look at your lips, then your neck, and finally at your bare chest. He pulls the strap on his rifle, and pushes the damn thing behind him. Your mouth sighs in quiet relief but it falls short.

“Jeans next, sweetie,” he sighs, the tent in his own jeans growing tighter, and tighter.

“N-No.”

“Oh yes,” he says back. “You see, I don’t take kindly to helpless little girls like you. Something about y’all should know better than to traipse around so recklessly.”

He touches the strap that holds his rifle again—And it makes you grab the waist band of your jeans and pull them down. You step out of those too.

His mouth parts slightly, eyes heavy with carnal need. You whimper as he steps closer to you, your feet moving backwards until your behind hits the trunk of a rusted over car. It’s one of those nicer cars, the kind that would make any woman before ‘03 slobber all over the person who’s driving them. Too bad that’s not the case here.

“You see? Nothing bit me,” you gripe.

“I can see that clear as day,” Joel says quietly. He puts muscled arms on either side of your person, encroaching you further into the car. “I’ll cut you a deal. You’re gonna let me do everything I want to do to you, and in exchange, you won’t end up like your friend over there—” He points at the cordycep that almost mauled you, and then looks at your face, his body language impatient.

“Fine.” You tell him, resigned

You don’t have time to register what happens before his warm, almost burning hands grab you by the waist and haul you up onto the car. He pulls your pubic bone against his clothed member and you can feel it. You groan, the feeling of being wanted foreign, but also new and exciting.

A veiny hand yanks his leather belt apart. He slides it out from his waistband and then grabs both your wrists, firmly tying them up in a rough knot. You let them rest above your head, the blood in your body shifting downward and into your arousal. But despite the natural reactions you’re having, the position is almost awkward. He’s leaning over you like he’s about to make love to you. You look away, but gasp when he palms your mound.

Almost immediately a thick finger pushes into your folds, and then another, edging you and causing you to buck your hips against his knuckles. You whine deep in your throat. He’s pulling them out and pushing them in in a way that’s making you writhe impatiently. Finally he stops and gives you a break, only to crouch down and press something hot and wet against your cunt.

You squeal, your legs kicking upwards, but he grabs your hip in an unforgiving grip, and pins you down as he lets his thick muscle of a tongue explore your wetness.

“I’ll fucking kill you,” you say in between gasps.

He groans, his tongue deep in your wet hole and lapping up your essence. “No you won’t,” he mutters, swirling his tongue even more into your inner folds. You cry out, unable to hold back anymore as he draws out the first ever orgasm of your life. His hands pin your hips flat against the car as you cum; crying out and shaking in his firm grasp.

When your orgasm subsides, you pant heavily, unable to speak. When you do, the words get caught in your throat because he’s undoing the belt around your hands and wrapping it around your neck.

“Wait—“ You tell him, only to be cut off.

Instead he yanks you off the car with the belt, and turns you around so that your front is facing the trunk. You feel pressure on the small of your back and it causes you to fall forward; your cheek pressed hard against the glass. And his hard member pushing snugly into your backside.

He pulls it out of his briefs, and drags it up and down your slick cunt. The both of you groan when he dips the head of his cock slightly into your folds.

“You’re gonna cry out my name and you’re gonna like doing it,” he bites out. Without warning he slides the whole thing in, pushing himself all the way until he can’t anymore. “Beg,” he demands, and you cry out his name, squirming as fucks you hard and fast.

“Joel—Oh Joel—” You moan.

Because you’re so sensitive from before, you cum just as easily as you did minutes ago, and the feeling forces you to let out a high pitched squeal; the sound making him to thrust harder. “—From now on,” he grunts, snarling a fist firmly into your hair, “you’re my bitch and you’ll do as I say without backtalk.”

“Yes,” you cry.

“Yes what?”

“Yes Joel!”

Joel thrusts his cock more into you, earning cries of your own, and he feels his hips stutter. The start of an orgasm finds him, and he swears loudly, losing himself in your warmth. You feel how much more wet you are with his semen inside you, and he fucks you even after he cums; that white, warm essence dripping down in between your legs.

When he pulls out he leans over your back, his clothed chest pressing hotly against your bare skin. His teeth nip your ear and you moan softly, overwhelmed with his smell.

“Next time, you take the short way outta here, not the long way,” he says behind your ear.

[my-memed-tw-adventures]

So I have 3 twst OCs, 2 that have yet to see the light of day. I figured, after much anxiousness, it's about time I actually put them out there. And if y’all have any questions or anything, feel free to throw them at me. I'm happy to try and talk about them lol

Also here’s the picrew I used because I can’t draw ✌️

My Twst OCs Introduction

Mayumi

My Yuu-sona

90% a self insert

Very Gen Z child

Disney child: grew up watching a lot of Disney, knows all the villains in twst, most songs, and can recite a handful of scenes from heart (her favourite is Lion King, followed by my own favourite: Beauty and the Beast)

Horny: this is actually a defining character trait if you can believe it. She saw Malleus walk out of those bushes one night and now won’t shut up about how hot “the bush man” is and how desperately she wants him. She is also down real bad for Leona but we blame that on his severe lack of man tit coverage and the fact that he growls.

She’s usually in desperate need of grass touching

Decently social, but awkward and anxious

What is sleep

Pretty clingy and easily emotionally attached to things and people

Does not get along with Sebek, especially once the whole her desiring Malleus carnally gets out (typical must fight Sebek for Malleus shit)

Has real bad home sickness and crippling separation anxiety from her family and is prone to 3 am panic attacks about being in this random world with seemingly no way back home and the possibilities of dying without ever seeing them again

Exists in the same universe as @my-multi-fandom-blog’s Yuu-sona. Pray for them cause they have to share a room with Mayumi’s endless horniness

Visual

Tiny human child

She’s 5’2 or 158 cm (don’t even talk to me about height difference with Malleus man 🥲)

She’s has medium length dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and has pretty light skin (the lack of sunshine ain’t helping)

Freckles. Not a lot and they’re light, but they’re there

Doesn’t have much fashion sense. If it’s comfortable, it’s going on. She sometimes dresses in rainbow and Vil hates it

She likes to wear t-shirts or crop tops and pretty short shorts. There is no way her ass could ever pass as a boy when she lands in TW like that

Aziza

Leona’s girlfriend

She is a lioness

She’s not a mage. In fact, she really doesn’t use magic at all

She and Leona are childhood friends (their relationship gives heavy Simba Nala vibes)

She’s not royalty, but grew up in his kingdom. Leona being royalty has had a significant impact on her life

Since Leona refused to tell us how he got his scar in canon, I decided to have fun making shit up. Basically both her and Leona went off somewhere dangerous and almost died at like 11 years old, leading to her getting in massive trouble and getting banned from both the castle and Leona for putting him in danger

Leona’s parents don’t like her. They’re pissed she almost got their son killed

Her parents aren’t on the best terms with her either cause they’re mad she fucked their relationship with the royal family. They still get along decently tho

Leona wasn’t taking that ban shit tho so he decided to start sneaking out of the castle to see Aziza. They then spent all their teenage years being friends in secret and then falling in love. They figured out all their feelings just before Leona left for his first year at NRC and they’ve been dating ever since (still in secret cause their parents would not be happy)

They’re both clingy and nap times are good

Leona is soft around her (especially in private) but don’t ever tell that to him cause he will rip your face off

She wants kids. Like really wants kids. And we know how Leona feels about kids sooo. It’s like the one wedge in their relationship

Visual

Obviously being a lioness she’s got the ears and tail

She’s 5’8 or 173 cm with golden eyes

She’s not much lighter than Leona in skin colour, but her hair is much lighter. It’s brown that borders on blonde and is short, straight, and messy.

She has a pretty big scar on her upper back from the near death experience. It’s worse than Leona’s, but easy to hide under clothing

She also has a tattoo that matches Leona’s, just on her opposite arm. They got them together in a teenage rebellion fit

Ariel Thorn

Jade’s girlfriend (eventually)

She’s newer than the other two so there’s a lot more fleshing out to do with her

She is named after the Little Mermaid Ariel, much to her dislike

Her parents are weird cause they don’t particularly like the great seven/villains and whatever (hence being named after Ariel we don’t ask how they know this information we just accept it). This lead to a bit of a rift in their relationship

She’s a mage who attends the NRC sister school (that I decided is a thing now). She is in Octavinelle

As for her personality, I literally had sat down and just thought “Jade’s perfect girlfriend” and went from there

Essentially she’s Jade… but better. She does Jade better than Jade

She comes off as a sweet and caring person that Jade didn’t think anything of when they met first

Turns out she wants to see the world burn just as much as he does but she’s made it so like no one can read her that way unless she wants them to

Jade never even realized she was hiding anything until she basically outed herself to him as this top tier con not even he saw through. And once she revealed her true colours to him, he was genuinely shocked by her ability to fly under his radar and is immediately invested in her

The two of them don’t actually start dating like normal people, even when it’s fucking obvious they like each other. They know, yet choose to communicate and flirt using mind games instead of talking about their feelings properly

It’s essentially a battle to see who’s gonna cave in first really

She’s only oc with a last name just so she and Jade can aggressively call one another by last name with threatening undertones in a not flirty way at all

She’s touchy. But only with Jade. She’s not super into being touched unless it’s Jade and she will absolutely touch him unnecessarily. Like fixing his tie when there was nothing wrong with it just as an excuse to be close and touch him

Visual

Designed by my friend @my-multi-fandom-blog

She’s 5’5 or 165 cm with orange eyes

She has light skin and chin length, straight red hair

When not in her uniform, she definitely prefers to wear tight and/or revealing clothing

Both her and Jade give me sexy, sleek suit and dress vibes. They simply radiate hot and sexy criminal when they're together

Bonus fact: since Floyd and Riddle end up together in our world, both Leech twins end up with a red head. I just think that’s fun. They certainly have a type

[hello-patricks]

Other people money

One of the reasons that I am where I am is that I can’t talk to humans like the NT ones do: y’all know the issues.

So, after a million years of trying to make it in business, and then in tech, I slowly burnt out and faded. Can’t remember anything, so might as well keep walking slowly to the end of my days, somewhere in the next storm.

Ah the affluent friends though. Some of those call me one in a while, and share their stories. One sold a small property, and got peanuts, just a little money, pocket money really.

Ten thousand dollars.

For him is just two weeks of what he makes; welcome, yes, because he can buy that new thing that he spends in, more likely his new girlfriend or clothes.

That would have been rent for a long while for me.

But I am the one renting. All my peers make money, have houses, plural, and consider $10k to be spending money. Their nice new Mercedes and their gorgeous European clothes and their quarterly trip to Asia and their visitors apartment, because it is the one that they can lend to others when traveling.

Apparently, they don’t do drugs anymore, or drink, because old age has taken a toll. So, they save that money for their other carnal pleasures so discreetly pursued, yet with evident stains in their pants and their wallets. An extra $10k means that their party this weekend will have two paid guests instead of one.

 They don’t keep the old things, mementos, books, trinkets, old memories of that trip 40 years ago, because they can get a new one just as easy, and that old thing doesn’t go with the brutalist decor for the new house, so off to the trash it goes. And they have filled trucks with those. They don’t care about art either, unless there is a value attached to it:  “oh that artist hasn’t sold anything of value in the last 5 years, it is just trash.”

A bleak view of the world, one ruled by efficiency, expediency and market value.

And they will mention things like “ah, long weekend, we are going to Paris”, which why not, it is covered under their miles and the hotel is cheap anyways. If 10k is pocket money, a trip to Paris is probably $2K? And if they work one day some of that is deductible, and also the card has rewards and miles, and they do have to visit their clients and friends.

I might be envious. I am envious. My life is a hurricane of decisions whether to spend $20 in a thing I need, whether me $25 meds are too expensive and should I make do with the $10 ones, and these clothes are all have all I can afford and can’t get new ones, and oh shit I just paid utilities better wait for next paycheck for my kids gift and buddy we are not getting the membership to the museum you love because it is just too much money and every time we go there you want the $6 locopop and really that’s too much for something that is going to melt anyways and also because I can’t walk the one mile loop.

The museum is the cheaper alternative, parking is free, and we just walk and play. Seeing friends is always at places where the entrance is $20 and then you got to buy food and the other parents ask “how is your work” and they mention their grueling work week but happily they arrive home where their housekeeper has kept everything pristine and the food is made and their relaxing evening is with an $80 bottle of wine, “yeah cheap but just for home” while I prepare for my own grueling weekend of laundry and cleaning and driving here and there trying to get kids to play with my kids but we don’t have the toys or the house or the vacations “and where did you go to ski this season” is better left unanswered.

[codecricket]

i need him carnally y’all don’t even KNOW 🤤🤤