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I know that when the text color changes it means someone else is talking, but I'm not sure which one...
I know cyan is Hazel and Orange is Peter and I believe....Pink is Lava?
I guess what I'm asking for this one is which color represents which person?
So close, close yet so far, far! The Addison's color matches with her name, name! As for the others, others? Why, if we gave the answer then what'd be the point of this game?
Most of us don't actually know, even the ones who speak in those colors. It's... Complicated.
I think my name was... Fruit Punch?
It was Fruitful Punchy Kickbutt Sand the 4rd.
... God, no wonder I was thrown away.
#Echo#Rule of the Fool#Climaxstriker#AJ#April Fool's Day#Fruit Punch#Peter#Lavender Addison#If you dare type out the full name#Then I will strangle you#you annoying little imp#...#Ehehehe#Fruitful Punchy Kickbutt Sand the 4rd#God damn it!!!#Ehehehe! Ohohoho!#F = eehe
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â°. â study me | hhj
genre: smut, fluff
pairing: nerd!hyunjin x afab!reader
wc: 6k
warnings: inexperienced hyunjin, oral (m receiving), protected sex, fast-ish plot progression, strangers to lovers (only roughly proof read)
author's note: @hyunverse and @astraystayyh made me do it (also inspired heavily by rin's post!!!!!) đđđ
He had always been cute, though he surely wasn't aware of it; when he sat in class, dainty glasses by the curve of his nose, he always seemed focused, taking notes with furrowed brows, full attention granted to the professor up front. When he left the lecture hall it was often in lonesome, and hurried; not shy, per se, but quick, and quiet. When people talked to him he was polite, though his shoulders tensed, and a blush crept up his smiling cheeks; not uncomfortable, as far as you could tell, yet visibly not in his element, either â and it all added to his charm. He was smart and aware of it, though he seldom raised his hand, initiated questions. He never corrected professors on their mistakes, never played the know-it-all even though he could. He simply sat in class, day after day, to your right in front of you, and left to go to his next class as quietly as he had entered your mutual one.
You watched Hyunjin walk into the lecture hall, headphones covering his sense of hearing, bag thrown over his shoulder lazily, a subtle lightness in his step. He fixed his glasses with a long, delicate finger before he sat down to prep his desk; placing his laptop in front of him, reducing the brightness before typing away his password, fishing in his bag for his phone right before the professor walked in. Hyunjin was busy taking off the bony headphones before they disappeared in his bag, and a big hand slid through the dark strands of his hair, only needing one movement to fix them into place; after that there seemed to be a click in his demeanour, in his attention. No music in his ears, no phone in his hands; quick fingers that were copying the headline of today's topic which the professor had projected onto the board, concentrated, glasern eyes void of the initial casual leisureness the had entered the classroom with.
It was a little bit of a ritual, watching him in class; you weren't sure if it was creepy, if it made you some sort of pre-version of a stalker, or an obsessed freak. You weren't sure either, if watching him was the reason you were at risk of failing the class, altogether. You were surprised every day anew that no one else was; that Hyunjin seemed to be nearly invisible for most people on campus, left for the few friends he kept with, or the occasional aquaintance he made for group projects before those relationships faded away, due to the lack of its' benefit. Yet even those people didn't seem to be taken by him the way you were, didn't see him the way you did; a striking beauty, hidden beneath a character so quiet and quirky, helpless, almost, that to others he appeared nothing but ordinary. A studious nerd, introverted and awkward; but you didn't want to go through another day without having talked to him. Couldn't, you thought; you needed to initiate a conversation, wanted so bad to hear the sound of his voice, the look of his eyes when the object he was looking at was you.
The professor had announced a group project for today's class, and had, by the end of explaining all about it and before dismissing the class, ordered you to look for partners until the next lesson, to start with first preparations. In your opinion, it was the perfect opportunity to go up to Hyunjin without appearing a freak, or too pushy, or utterly random; you weren't sure he even knew your name, so simply asking for a coffee seemed too finite to you. As expected, while everyone was still packing their bags and talking of weekend plans and just how boring their next class was going to be, Hyunjin had already put on his headphones and was on his way out of the hall, daring to disappear into the crowd of students before your very eyes. You hurried to collect your things before you stumbled down behind him, falling into a slow run to catch up with him. He was tall, quite a bit taller than you, so his struts were fast without being hurried, and you struggled to keep up with him, fighting your way between people before your hand could finally reach his figure, and a finger of yours tapped on his shoulder.
Your touch made him stop in his tracks in a rather confused manner, and he turned around perplexed before locking eyes with you. When you smiled at him expectantly one hand of his freed his right ear from his headphones, and he returned your smile, though only politely, yet not catching what you have stopped him for. The confusion was written in his eyes, and you hurried to clear it up.
"Hey, I'm y/n, from uh, Statistics... we just had this class together."
You looked at Hyunjin, waiting for a response, despite not having cleared up anything at all. He nodded, fixing his bag on his shoulder. You almost got distracted by the veins which ran through his hand when he did that, but you forced yourself to look him in the eyes instead. Brown and deep. You had never noticed before how captivating they were.
"Yeah, I know who you are...", a smile on his lips and you weren't sure what it meant, but there was a deep blush on his cheeks right after, and it made your chest fill with a warmth so sound you simply kept smiling at him.
"Was there anything you needed?" Pure curiosity in his tone, and you wondered how such a smart person could be so foolish. Though it was cute seeing him perplexed, cute seeing a void of his usual intelligence within his eyes.
You cleared your throat and fixed your bag yourself, before nodding up at him. You had never stood this close to him, had never noticed just how tall he was.
"I wondered if you wanted to be my partner for the group project thing. I'm not really good at statistics, so I wanted to pair up with someone who could... help me. In a way."
Hyunjin blushed deeper at that, and the fist around the strap of his bag tightened. He gulped visibly, Adamâs apple bobbing before his eyes lost yours suddenly, and he nodded, stuttering a little when he spoke.
"Uh, yeah, for sure. I, uh, I'm not really, like, sure if I can help much, I'm not a great teacher, but, uhm-", he looked at you, and you simply reciprocated his gaze; he blushed yet a little harder, fixed his glasses with a clumsy finger, and gave you a shy smile, "but, yeah. I'll be your partner."
â.â.â
It was a Saturday night, and it felt strange not sitting in front of the mirror to apply some make-up, or get a decent outfit ready to wear to a night out with your friends. Instead, your old bag was thrown carelessly over your shoulder and the steps you took on the glistening asphalt were taking you to Hyunjinâs dorm, to study and work on the project with him at seven in the afternoon. Not what you normally busied yourself with, not on a weekend, but you hadnât been this excited over a Saturday night plan in a good while. The day prior, Hyunjin had been ready to leave right after confirming he would partner up with you; that you needed to exchange phone numbers in order to be able to start the work he had seemingly forgotten, and you had giggled when heâd typed his contact into your phone with a guilty smile and a low-hanging head. He had replied quickly when you had texted him, clarifying his schedule â busier than you had expected, packed to the brim â before confirming to meet up today. And you had been giddy ever since.
When you knocked on his dorm room, Hyunjin opened moments later. He looked comfortable, in a plain black shirt and grey sweatpants, no glasses but his long, raven hair in a lazy bun. He smiled before welcoming you in, stepping aside and closing the door behind you. The room wasnât big, much like your own, but clean, neat. Not much decoration on the walls but a picture or two, seemingly of family members, or close friends. You spotted multiple game consoles and a spacey monitor on his desk, an expensive looking keyboard, heavy headphones â different ones he took with him to class â, a mic, his school laptop on his bed. Two candles by his nightstand, and one bouquet of dried flowers on his windowsill; if dried on purpose of due to lack of care you were unsure, but they were pretty nonetheless.
Hyunjin stood behind you as you took in his small room, abashed and clearing his throat when you finally looked at him again. You smiled, and disposed your bag next to his bed.
âNice room.â
He must have not expected the compliment; he looked perplexed, chuckling suddenly and a little too loud before thanking you quietly. He got rid of a couple strands of loose hair with a quick hand, and straightened his back, shaking his head as if to rid himself off thoughts, to find his way back to you. He gave you a quick smile, too; it was so pretty that you almost told him, almost stepped up to be level with him and touch the side of his face, purely to manifest him within you. Him and his face, his shy smile with itsâ small, pearly teeth and glistening eyes.
âAlright, I guess we should start. The desk is pretty, uh, full and stuff, you can just sit on the bed, if... you donât mind.â He sat down on the chair in front of the desk, motioned you to the bed. He tripped over the light carpet on his floor before finding his seat, though acted as though nothing had happened; cute.
âJust get comfortable.â
The sentence didnât carry any connotation yet Hyunjin reddened after he spoke, and lost your eyes to rummage in his bag and in the drawers of his desk to fish out all the materials he thought heâd need. You smiled to yourself, and did as he told you; got comfortable on his bed, and got out your papers and pencils, spreading them out on his blanketed mattress. It smelt nice, his bed. Clean, almost like neutral linen, but with a hint of a scent you believed to be uniquely his. It was the first time you sensed it; you had never been close enough to him before to notice it, but now that you sat in the essence of it, in the core of his existence, in his very own four walls, it engulfed you. It was deep vanilla and sweetest honey, it was a scent dark and intense, but light. It wasnât heavy, it didnât suffocate you. It simply existed in the space around you, and it stuck to him; you doubted youâd ever forget the scent again.
When Hyunjin looked at you again, turning to face you on his chair, he stopped in his tracks, and his eyes seemed to widen, his jaw to tighten. It felt unfamiliar seeing him without his glasses, though very much known to watch the pink flush creep up his neck. He blinked a couple times, simply watching you, and it wasnât until you shifted in your place, sinking further into his mattress that he moved again, pretending to look for something, or really doing so. He cleared his throat and choked on his own spit, fell into a short coughing fit; you almost giggled, and when Hyunjin caught sight of your repressed grin, the pink on his neck deepened into a red; he was even more helpless than you initially thought. He was still looking around, not frantically but close to it, mumbling something you didnât catch, until you spotted his glasses on the nightstand. You leaned over to get hold of them, and offered them to him, with eyes big and expectant.
âAre you looking for those?â
The room was so small that the distance between the edge of the bed and the desk was only an arm length, so Hyunjin got hold of the glasses simply by reaching out, thanking you. He was interesting; everything he did around you, from the way he moved to the way he spoke, seemed always to be happening in a state of trance, or incredible awkwardness you hoped stemmed from fluster, not discomfort. The feeling spreading in the pit of your stomach was indescribable, when Hyunjin, with soft, delicate fingers and a familiar move, placed the silvery glasses on the rich curve of his nose, fixing them into the dip of his ears before sliding them up; ready to work, and he looked concentrated momentarily, serious; far more attractive up close than when you watched him in class, and you wondered if youâd handle an entire hour of speaking to him while in his bed, in his room, in the midst of his scent.
Yet the hour flew by too fast for your liking, and before you knew it you were packing your bag and making your way to the door of Hyunjinâs dorm room. The hour had contained of more giggling and casual talking than you had thought, and it had gotten you excited. Maybe it was your fantasy, but Hyunjin had seemed interested; more than just into the project, interested in you, too. He had asked questions, had initiated conversation, had neglected his work. He had been â after half an hour â brave enough to poke fun at your lack of mathematical skill, after you had failed to understand an equation heâd tried to bring closer to you. You had gasped and acted hurt, and the giggle which he had followed up with had made you so speechless that Hyunjin had needed to continue with the explaining, flustered and stuttering, a little rocky; all hope of understanding his explaining had been lost there, but you hadnât minded it.
Hyunjin stood by the door, held it open for you. There it was again, the fluster in his eyes, the flush on his neck; and you werenât even doing anything. Itâs not like the big doe eyes you caught his gaze with could play any role in his abash, or the purposeful teasing smile you shot him. It also couldnât be the fact you simply stood in his door, waiting for him to say something, instead of leaving for the night with a simple goodbye, with your bag in hand, and quick fingers in your hair, pretending to fix it.
âUh, we didnât really come really far.â, he finally voiced with a chuckle, and you reciprocated. Yet you waited; it seemed there was more he wished to say. Hyunjin stepped from one foot to the other, furrowed his brows quickly before losing your eyes, locking your gaze again and opening his mouth, though without success initially. He closed it again, at a loss for words, and you cocked your head curiously, deliberately waiting, feigning ignorance. He huffed out an awkward chuckle, more air than laugh, and ruffled his hair. It made it look messier than before, but you liked it.
âSorry, just â do you wanna meet tomorrow? I know itâs a Sunday, but... I donât know, I thought we could work on the project some more. Only if you want to.â, he added quickly when you didnât say anything. Only after you nodded with a smile Hyunjinâs shoulders seemed to relax, the tension in his body dissipating into relief.
âIâll see you tomorrow then. Same time?â
â.â.â
It had been two weeks of continuous meeting and working on the project with Hyunjin; but it had also been two weeks of continuous laughing and talking, of conversations far more memorable than the frustration over the schoolwork. Hyunjin had opened up to you, though still shy and quiet, far calmer around you now, more comfortable, it seemed. Yet you shied from initiating more; you had touched his thigh in friendly manner a week ago, barely a second, and the man had turned to a statue of stone, had lost sense of every word heâd had dancing on his lips, had lost train, even, of every thought; it had needed him a good five minutes before he had spoke again. Not only that, but he had eyed you the entire time after, hadnât left his eyes wander from you, unless youâd caught and reciprocated them; only then his gaze had fallen to his fiddling hands in his lap, sneaking a look again only when you werenât watching anymore.
You were sure he liked you, you doubted to be wrong about that; but ironically, you liked him too much to confront that, in fear of shying him away, of risking the delicate friendship which had developed over the past two weeks. The group project would end next week, and you werenât sure if youâve acquainted enough to stay friends beyond that.
You were sitting on Hyunjinâs bed, him on the mattress beside you, two hours into working on a PowerPoint which looked somewhat decent; decent to Hyunjinâs standards, that was, because you didnât even know half the tricks he used to connect slides and merge texts and pictures; you would have stopped working on it a good while ago, deeming everything neat and sensible, but Hyunjin had looked at you wide-eyed and shocked, claiming it wasnât near half-way done. You didnât mind that he continued working on it; you enjoyed spending time with him, and you enjoyed watching him work, seeing him in his element. He had told you that he was into computers and everything regarding them, whether it was gaming or programming, or merely learning about the matter; youâd had the privilege to watch him build together a new keyboard he acquired, and as little interest as you had in the matter yourself, it was fascinating seeing him burn for something. He had grown bashful when heâd notice how much he had talked, and had apologized; when youâd admitted how cute it was, he hadnât known what to do with himself, and had simply gone back to installing.
The small laptop lay on Hyunjinâs thighs as he typed away, finding new things to add, brows furrowed and the familiar, concentrated look in his eyes you knew so well from class; and, now, from working together with him. You watched him, werenât left to do much more; and you enjoyed it. Hyunjin wore a nicely fitting polo-shirt over a simple flannel, and loose jeans which hung down his body leisurely. One of his fingers was adorned by a simple silver ring, matching with the silver of his square glasses; he looked unbelievable, and he didnât even know it. Over the past week â if it was any possible â Hyunjin had somehow become even more beautiful to you. Knowing him closer made his exterior seem brighter, kinder; as though his soul reflected on his body and pulled you in even deeper than previous.
When he noticed you staring from his peripheral he caught your gaze, though not without his usual shyness. He chuckled a little before you smiled at him, and his eyes lost yours again.
âWhyâre you looking at me like that.â His voice carried a hint of a whine, and your skin burned at the sound of it. The side of his face was a deep pink, his ears fire as he typed away on the project. You gathered your bravery; today could be the last time youâd meet him like this, with an excuse and void of brave initiations.
âI like looking at you. Youâre cute when youâre working.â
He hadnât expected it, neither have you; you meant the words, but you were surprised just how easily they slipped past your lips. Without friction, smooth; clear. So clear that Hyunjin stuttered around before going back to the laptop, the blue hues illuminating his face so prettily, you wished to remember this sight forever. Even if today didnât go anywhere. Even if your short friendship would only be a memory a year down the line; you wished to remember the way his eyes glistened with a mix of confusion and curiosity in the dim light of the laptop screen, how his nose curved beneath his reflecting glasses, the way his tongue darted out and his wet lips caught again the hues of the computer.
Hyunjin mumbled a quiet âWhat are you saying?â, almost to himself because you barely caught it, and you huffed out in amusement.
âIâm serious.â Your tone was, too, and it made Hyunjin look at you, momentarily. His brows were furrowed, in something like question, doubt. It needed him a while to find his words, fishing them from somewhere within him; you could see the work in his mind, processing your words and understanding them, thinking of a response. You saw the whole process, before he finally spoke.
âWhy, though?â Too long a time he took for two words only, but they sounded so honest your eyes softened, and your head cocked a bit, questioning. Hyunjin noticed, and followed up.
âIâm, like, boring. Why are you even hanging out with me?â
âBecause I like you.â
The words flooded the room. They had felt trapped in your throat though gushed out the moment you allowed them, and they drowned you both in their weight. Hyunjin only sat, and looked at you. You have never seen him so pale, so colourless; you hoped it was a good sign.
âI donât think youâre boring. Youâre the most interesting person I know. And I like you.â
Only then Hyunjinâs face returned to the usual colour heâd acquired around you over the past two weeks; crimson red and his ears flaming, his neck probably hot if you only touched it. The moments of silence he granted you with were torturing, but the look in his eyes as he held your gaze looked promising; and then his cheeks painted pink, and he started blinking excessively.
âI... I like you, too.â
Two highschoolers confessing, but something about it was sweet, and pure, and ignited a fire within you.
âCan I kiss you?â, you heard yourself saying, and before you knew it, you felt his lips on your own. Soft, the very first thing you thought. Like clouds on your lips, or feathers, or sweet cotton candy. And though Hyunjin wasnât skilled per se, a little helpless with his teeth and his tongue, unsure of what to do, you enjoyed it. You enjoyed the slow pace of the kiss, the wet sounds your lips made when they touched. You enjoyed feeling his urge to touch you, to lay a finger on your thigh, before he collected enough courage to do so; and the touch was heavenly, too. Heavy on your body, significant and real. Everything about Hyunjin made you buzz; and then a whine slipped past his lips. It tumbled over into your mouth and you swallowed it, before Hyunjin could retract from you a bit, embarrassment glazing his eyes. You smiled in response, burning with a newly found passion now. He mumbled a quiet âSorry.â, but you shook your head, softly, inching yet closer to him. You felt his breath on your lips, could see the droplet of sweat on his forehead. You could see your own reflection in his glasses; you took them off slowly before almost connecting back to a kiss, yet not quite.
âDonât be sorry. I wanna hear that sound again.â
You closed the distance between you, and at your words Hyunjin complied, and let a sigh escape him. You almost reciprocated, almost followed suit; you had never heard anything prettier, anything more desperate and honest. You continued kissing him before you allowed your hands to explore his body, cautious of his reactions and even more eager when he leaned into your every touch. He was chasing you, your lips, your hands, your fingers which started playing with the loop of his leather belt. Hyunjinâs breathing had become staggered by this point, heavy and irregular, chest heaving so intensely you almost chuckled at it.
It was subtle, but when you felt his hips buck up from the mattress in impatient anticipation you moaned into him, and finally undid his belt, opened the button of his jeans. You retracted, gave a quick peck to his searching, reddened lips.
âThatâs okay, yeah?â
Hyunjin didnât seem like he had understood the question. He didnât seem like he understood anything around him while he was looking at you; seeing him so very dumb founded, in absence of his usual cleverness and brains, was far better than you had anticipated, far more satisfying. It gave you an ego boost you didnât know you needed, or wanted, for that matter.
You chuckled, and asked again; only then Hyunjin nodded frantically, following up with what felt like a million âYes, yeah yeah, yes.ââs before you continued with a smug grin.
And it was adorable, seeing Hyunjin pucker his lips in the thought of feeling your lips on his again, only for you to lower your head, and bury your face in his neck instead. You felt his low whine against your lips before you heard it, and he sensed your smile against his skin, followed by a kiss deep and long, while your hands played with the waistband of his jeans. Itâs been far too long heâd had anyone like this, embarrassingly long; and even longer since heâd liked someone as much as you. He was in trance as your lips travelled further down his body, not undressing him but catching bare spots of skin to plant kisses atop; his collarbones, the curve from his neck towards his shoulders, his jewellered chest right above the neckline of his shirt.
It wasnât long before you were levelled with his core. Your position on the bed was awkward, a little uncomfortable, but it was the least of your concerns. You pulled up the hem of Hyunjinâs shirt a bit to kiss at his abdomen, teasing and licking and making a show out of it, and it paid off; the man was flush against the wall of his room, fingers digging into the blanket beneath him, looking at you, blinking so often you wondered if he was able to see anything in between. And you were getting impatient. You could feel the faint weight of his erection beneath his jeans as you brushed his core occasionally, his jerks and jumps when you did so, silently begging you for more. When you asked another âCan I?â he nodded, and you pulled his erection from itsâ confines. Hyunjin sucked in a breath at that, bashfulness written in his eyes, brows furrowed; and he suddenly looked for something, tapping across his mattress before he got hold of his glasses, slipping them on. He blushed when you cocked your head at him, fixed them onto his nose with a finger; you loved that habit.
âJust, wanna see everything clearly.â
He was almost ashamed when he said it, but he huffed out in embarrassed amusement when he heard you laugh softly, teasingly. Your hand tightened a bit around the base of his sex, causing him to tense up at the sudden pressure, and your fist moved further up his length. You looked up at him beneath your lashes, intently, dark, almost. You gave a single kitten lick to his tip, gave him a kiss after before smiling up at his dizzied expression; âWatch, then.â
With that, you started softly sucking on his tip, cautiously and void of hurry, taking your time. You were languish with it, letting your tongue dart out and dance across his skin, swirling it when he moaned out or tightened his fist which held captive the fabric of his vanilla scented blanket. You didnât know that watching him throw his head back would bring you the pleasure it did, but watching Hyunjinâs Adamâs apple beneath the soft, frail skin of his neck made you roll your hips into nothing, the sweat slowly forming on his skin made you flush and sigh against him. You took him deeper, engulfing him in your warm, wet mouth, inch by inch, getting used to his length, the feeling of his heavy veins against your tongue. And he was shy with his hands, placed them everywhere but on you; ran his fingers through his hair with furrowed brows, fisted the fabric of his jeans, or the softness of the blanket, or the pillow laying next to him. It wasnât until he locked eyes with you, when he caught sight of a loose strand of hair framing against your cheek that he was courageous enough to reach out; Hyunjin moved the hair out of your face softly, delicately almost, held it then, his palm a nice feeling on your skull. And he kept it there. Stroking your hair, tightening around it when you hollowed your cheeks, when you sucked away the salty precum oozing out his angry tip.
You felt him at the back of your throat. He was bigger than you had expected, and his weight lay on your tongue, his tip grazing repeatedly at your uvula, by now sensitive and reddened, though you didnât stop your antics. Not when the sounds he let roll off his tongue increased not only in volume but in desperation, whines so high pitched you couldnât help but grin against him. You watched him, every of his movement; the way his glasses slid off his nose before he fixed them with a haste movement, quick and messy, making them sit slightly tilted; enough for you to notice, not enough for him to care. The strands framing his face starting sticking against the sweat forming on his forehead, his lip had developed a bruise from his repeated biting on it; he was a mess, heaving breath and breathless sighs, sweaty palm fisting at your hair in utter helplessness. And he could barely speak a word, could barely form a thought, yet opened his mouth nonetheless, only for words to fail him. He stuttered about, whimpered more than he succeeded to speak. You slowed down your pace, halted a little in the bobbing movement of your head, let your jaw rest to allow him to collect his mind. He looked down at you, urges so deep swimming behind his eyelids, and he breathed out shakily, licked his bruised-up lips.
âIâm so close.â
The words came out his mouth almost apologetically, breathless and quiet. He sat there, back against the wall, an utter mess, too beautiful to be real; lips spit-covered as he spoke, brows formed into one line, eyes glazed with every human emotion this planet granted.
âDo you have condoms?â, you whispered against him, your voice hoarse and weak, your throat sore. He hadnât expected the words, but nodded after a moment of blushing, motioning to his nightstand with a cock of the head. You eyed him teasingly before shifting to open the drawer of his nightstand; packs of painkillers and coughing drops, looking old and unused. Pencils and other useless stuff before you spotted packs of condoms shoved into the very back, and you fished for one before meeting his eye again. You contemplated teasing him about it; you knew he wasnât bringing girls over regularly â if at all â to his dorm room, so the small stack of contraceptions was all but adorable â Hyunjin was so very reddened though, and looking so very bashful already that you decided against it, and busied yourself with sliding off your jeans instead, leaving you to sit in front of him in your shirt and panties.
And he couldnât take his eyes off you. Not much exposed but when you straddled him your thighs were everything his eyes ate alive, shyly placing his hot palms atop them, breathing in shakily when you giggled at him. You tore open the little plastic wrapping, slid on the condom after a confirming nod of his; and when you leaned in to kiss him, he reciprocated it with a depth before not shown, clashing against your mouth clumsily but so passionately that you couldnât mind it. You shifted in your place, lips never stopping to eat up his own, until you hovered above his erection. He felt your warmth atop him already, bucked his hips up in impatience only for his tip to graze your clothed sex; you both moaned at the embarrassingly short contact, and it was your cue to sink down on him slowly. You werenât prepped, but you were wet enough for him to slide in easily after pulling your panties to the side, taking him inch by inch, not hurrying, dragging out the scenery. You watched him all the while, and the sight was utterly priceless; blown-out pupils beneath his glasses, a longing so grand behind his lids that you couldnât help but kiss him again. A deep kiss as you bottomed out on him, felt him endlessly inside you, and he whined into your mouth, loud and raw when you clenched around him.
âIâm not gonna last long.â, he breathed out when you leaned back again; he was too adorable. Looking almost guilty, digging his fingers into the flesh of your thighs desperately. You chuckled before placing another peck on his swollen lips â even more like clouds now, puffy and soft to touch â and rolled your hips against him. He groaned deeply, throwing his head back with a quiet thump against the wall, hands tightening on your body, as though trying to hold you in place. You felt him twitch inside you, felt him throb against your depth; he wasnât lying, he wouldnât last at all.
âI donât care. Just enjoy yourself.â
With that you started riding him slowly, and softly, giving him an opportunity to collect himself, though it was to little use. He was whining, he was throwing his head back and forth, lulling to the side, he was losing control of everything around him; his glasses slid off his nose repeatedly, sitting so deep they dared to fall off, sounds so loud you wondered if people outside could hear what was happening behind closed doors. His neck was red, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were closed so tight you wondered if it strained the muscles in his face; and you kept rolling your hips against him, chasing the feeling yourself, basking in the way he filled you out entirely. Basking in his sounds, in the sight of him, in the way he felt; this was better than what you had dared to dream of, and you hoped it would be yours for eternities to come.
It wasnât two minutes, and not before you started bouncing up and down Hyunjinâs length slowly, with thighs strained and hips eager, that the man stuttered in his demeanour, bucking his hips so helplessly into your own, without much success in causing friction, simply to chase you, to chase the feeling, to come closer to you. And it wasnât long after that when a whine so endearing, so frantic left his throat, and he came into the condom with a string of apologies and curses, and whispers of your name. You allowed him to ride out his high, moving against him in failed search of your own release, kissing at his neck and nibbling at the lobe of his ear, whispering reassurances, feeling his hands on your skin, his arms caging you in. His breathing was heavy, shaky, his eyes closed in exhaustion, or relief, or simple and pure pleasure when you leaned back again. You smiled to yourself, watching calmness take over him now; no nervousness now as you yet sat atop him, no awkwardness, only satisfaction, content.
When he opened his eyes and noticed your staring at him he blushed again, and upon remembering his softened sex inside of you he groaned lowly, twitching in his seat. He was sensitive, he was endearing; and for now he was yours. You smiled at him, and he reciprocated it shyly; you fixed the glasses on his nose, gave him a long, deep kiss. He basked in it, simply let you kiss him, let you run your hands through his hair. It wasnât until you guided his right hand to your core he sucked in a breath again, upon feeling your warm wetness on his fingertips; and he looked at you with eyes wide open when you leaned back, and whined out again when you whispered; âGonna show you how you can make me feel good, too.â
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make out session with jungwon
The night was thick with tension, the kind that had been simmering between you and Jungwon for what felt like forever. The room was dimly lit, a soft glow from the streetlights outside casting long shadows on the walls. You were sitting close to him, so close that the heat from his body seemed to wrap around you.
Jungwonâs eyes were locked onto yours, his gaze was intense. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, each beat louder than the last, almost drowning out the quiet of the room. His hand slowly reached out, fingertips brushing lightly against your cheek, sending a shiver racing down your spine.
âAre you okay?â Jungwonâs voice was low, barely more than a whisper, but it cut through the tension like a knife.
You nodded, swallowing hard. âYeahâŠâ you admitted, your voice shaky, betraying the emotions swirling inside you.
His lips curled into a small, reassuring smile, but his eyes remained serious, leaning in slightly, his warm breath against your skin. âIâve been wanting to do this for a while.â
Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, his lips brushing against yours in a tentative kiss. The softness of his touch was almost maddening, but it didnât stay gentle for long. As if sensing your need, Jungwon deepened the kiss, his hand moving to the back of your neck, pulling you closer.
You let out a small gasp against his lips, your hands unconsciously reaching for his chest. The kiss quickly grew more intense, more urgent, and you found yourself pressing closer to him, craving for more. His lips moved against yours with a skillful confidence, and when his teeth grazed your lower lip, biting down gently, you couldnât suppress the moan that escaped you.
Jungwonâs response was immediate, a low groan rumbling from his chest as he tightened his grip on you. âYou like that?â he murmured against your lips.
You bit back a smile. âWhat do you think?â you teased, before biting down on his lip in return, a little harder than he had, just to see his reaction.
It was instant. A sharp intake of breath, followed by a deep, hungry kiss that left you breathless. His hands roamed over your body, finally settling at your waist as he pulled you onto his lap.
You couldnât help but tug at his hair as he nipped at your lip again, this time harder, almost as if daring you to stop him. âJungwonâŠâ you whispered, the sound of his name on your lips only spurring him on.
âSay it again,â he murmured, his lips trailing down your jaw, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck.
âJungwon,â you breathed out, your voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and anticipation. You tilted your head, giving him better access, and he took full advantage, biting down just enough to make you gasp, his lips soothing the sting immediately after.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted this,â he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. You looked into his eyes, still feeling the lingering effects of his touch, and bit your lip, a small smile playing on your mouth. âThen donât stopâ.
His eyes darkened, and without another word, his lips were on yours again, and you were lost in him, the night stretching on as you surrendered to the tension that had been building for so long.
Wrote this because I feel like heâs the type to bite the lower lip when making out lol
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cw. breeding + marking, fem! reader
wriothesley knows that you like to be bred as much as he loved claiming you in such vulgar way, and every muscle in his body seems to focus as he grinds his hot load inside the tight holeâ most likely edging himself on until he's overstimulated and cums a lot harder, better, so your cunt twitches after every new roll of his hips.
because do not misunderstand the duke, okay? wriothesley needs to be sure it's all getting in there, has to be certain that it will reach you entirely, precisely so your belly could be all warm and cosy, so your womb was full of him and he can mark you up in an expressive type of way.
fuck, you know he means it when he tells you that he will fuck you all night until your body takes over his musky scent, claiming his territory so no one in teyvat will even dare to question if you're taken or not.
they will simply know.
however, it's intimate when wriothesley does it, utterly gentle when he slowly grinds the spilled cum back into your hole as you're whining out his name in sweet, little tremblesâ your figure spent and mind barely listening, your soul too captivated by his thick shaft splitting you in half and aching your thighs until you simply cannot part them more.
his large palms keep them up for you though, just in place which was draped up his shoulders, greedily squeezing and pressing at the flesh of your thighs as he fucks his load back into you.
you're leaving it to wriothesley's strong hold to steady and pleasure you at the same timeâ your walls forever memorizing the outlines of his length as you flinch within a shaky breath when you listen to the wetness that accompanied the lewd snaps of his hips.
needless to say, you enjoyed it whenever wriothesley was so rough with you to the point where you're seeing glimmering stars and then helplessly climax around his cock, sense the throbs of his dripping dick melt into your soused walls as he claims his territory again and again and again.
but now, you smile to yourself, because there was just something in how he held you so sweetly and precious when tightly locked in between his strong armsâ sweat covered chests intertwined within each other as he tiredly glances down at you, a soft noise that was more a whisper than anything manifesting an appreciation across his entire face.
wriothesley was just so enthralled by your beautyâ he doesn't see the difference between having you all glammed up or fucked out with your mascara sticking to your cheeks. he loves you at all times, voices just how much he loved this, loved you, and how deeply it turned him on that you adored it too.
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#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin smut#genshin impact smut#wriothesley x reader#wriothesley smut#wriothesley x you#genshin x you#genshin impact x you
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Baby bird, angel,,,,,,what else we got?
masterlist !
reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.
to bruce, you are his precious, sometimes his treasure. he'd even unironically call you his baby in front of the press. and most of the time, if he describes you to his co-workers in the justice league who knew of your identity, he will always say "my child" with a dark undertone that you are not to available for adoption even if it was you who insists that anyone else can take you under their care, other than your actual family.
alfred, in all his years of caring for you, is very much settled into calling you his own child. although it's a given that he refers to bruce's children as a "(young) master", whenever it's just the two of you in the same room, with you needing a semblance of solace, alfred would always grasp your shoulders and comfort you with kind words and affirmations, starting his sentence with "(name), my child."
dick obviously calls you his baby bird and only he has the trademark to do so, nobody else has the privilege and not even your other siblings. he's obviously overbearing, chirping out that nickname in an irritingly higher octave whenever he gets some sort of cuteness overload just by squishing your cheeks. one way to know if dick is in the same room as them is if you hear a man squeal your nickname.
babs, in addition to dick, probably calls you birdy or something cheesy like her little hatchling. you have no idea where she gets those nicknames but she's better in so many levels compared to the eldest because she doesn't often call you those, not unless she's in a really good mood. though you should be scared if she ever calls you by your full, government name; one where wayne is the surname and not your mother's.
jason calls you his angel because unlike his other siblings, you're the only one who has never wielded a weapon against anyone (and if you ever do, he'd pretend like that never happened, excusing your actions for self defense or something else). like a buy-one-take-one package, he always ruffles your hair whenever he refers you that nickname. there's times, though, where he says it in a possessive tone, daring criminals that if they try to even touch a single centimeter of your skin then they'd better pray that his angel has enough mercy to not prosecute him for whatever comes next.
tim doesn't really call you any nicknames, and you're so grateful for that. but what he does have of you are multiple logs of all the times you call him his name or a nickname, deluding himself into thinking you'll always say his name with such a fond voice and a huge smile. and it doesn't take a genius to find out just how easy he folds if you ask him for a favor with a sweet tone, calling him 'timmie' or something cringier. but hey, as long as it gets you what you want.
damian isn't the type to settle for nicknames, but he's the one that often refers to you as "my older sibling", "my blood sibling" and every other term that refers to you as his. he's very much like bruce in the regard that even if he has to share with his siblings, you will always, and always be damian's beloved older sibling. there's times, though, that he would secretly dream of a day where you would be comfortable enough to call him your baby brother.
steph and duke are the most normal ones when it comes to calling you a nickname, resorting to calling you their bro or sis. but sometimes steph loves to tease you by calling you the nicknames babs gives you, to the point that it's now steph who calls you her hatchling in a sing-song voice, and it'd be duke who'll eventually create a tune for your own nickname. the entire melody would then be an established hum for the entire manor and it takes you all your sanity and alfred cooking your favorite dish to not strangle the living hell out of those two.
cass also is another case of your sibling not having any nicknames for you, but she does associate you with the word love, someone who she should protect with all her heart and you'll find her one day calling you that nickname. the longer she becomes closer with you, the more she's bound to call you her beloved sibling, too, just like how bruce calls you his beloved child. and if it's not your name that she tries to call, it would instead be the tune that duke invented.
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best friend anton thoughts
tw: jealous anton, car sex, unprotected sex (don't), exhibitionism, allusions to manipulation, infidelity xD, eunseok was punched (i'm so sorry)
thinking about best friend!anton walking in on you touching yourself while moaning his name ⥠like damn, you just can't help yourself; you grew up together, laughed with each other, even cried with each otherâyou're not going to just let any other person have their way with your man, not by any chance and fortunately for you, anton thinks the same
best friend!anton who knows you have feelings for him and decided to get a girlfriend for himself just to mess with your head. he swears it's nothing romantic, and that he just wants to see you get jealous over someone else.
best friend!anton who gets mad jealous after finding out that you're in a relationship with someone in his friend group. he's known for being usually a chill laid-back type of guy but the moment the news broke out, he didn't hesitate to punch eunseok for taking what's supposed to be his.
best friend!anton who recklessly drags you to his car before roughly kissing you in the backseat. he never thought that his silly little plan would backfire at him, and to him, it's all your fault. you need to be put to your place for getting back at him.
he never hid his liking for your strawberry-flavored chapstick. one could argue that he has used more of your chapstick than you did, and he never imagined how good it would taste when he's tasting it on your lips.
best friend!anton who is a shameless manwhore. given everything that had happened, he takes his phone out before recording you both making out in his car. a documentation, at least according to him. he shows off how he makes your pretty lips bleed with the way he bites it; all swollen and needy for whatever he's about to give you, taking lots of pictures and clips of all the hickeys and bite marks he left before sending it to their group chat.
best friend!anton who has you bouncing on his lap, tearing up as you struggle to take his fat cock. god, he loves the way you cry for some dick. no ones supposed to make you cry like this but him, and as he was thinking that, he couldn't help himself but to clench his jaw and drag his cock deeper into your warmth.
you felt so full, on a high if you will, having his cock bulging your stomach with every thrust. it doesn't help you much that you could feel him drag every inch of his cock deeper and deeper. neither did having you wrapped so tightly around him helped antonâhe feels so lightheaded with how tight and small you feel against himâheâs got you all stuffed up, soaked and quivering, riding him as he hits the softest spot inside you.
anton has always taken pride in his work, and your vulnerability under his control right now has only fed his already-big ego.
he's shameless on where he puts his kiss marks on; on your cheeks, neck, shoulders, anywhere he finds enticing, really. âi didn't say stop, did i? i said don't you fucking dare stop riding this fat cock. you're going to show & tell eunseok who fucks you this good.â
and before you could even give a proper response, a whimper escaped your lips as you felt antonâs harsh thrusts up into you repeatedly. he hit your prostate in many ways he couldâyour toes curled up as anton let everyone hear your moans.
âthaaatâs it, doll,â he groaned as he throws his head back in pleasure. âriding so good for me. go make a show, show how my pretty boy rides tonnie's cock.â
best friend!anton who likes to humiliate and make you feel small âĄ. rumors has it that it's hard to deal with a mad anton due to how annoying he could be, but you think otherwise. you're very much willing to do everything to get his hands all over your body, even if it means to anger this mad man (which pretty much explains how poor eunseok was dragged into this mess)
"who told you to act like some kind of street whore, hm? i'm giving you just enough attention, aren't i? am i not enough for you to get a boyfriend? fuckass slut.â
best friend!anton who's temperamental. one moment he's splitting your hole open, the next he's making you his pillow prince (it counts, even if you're at the back of his car). he's just so obsessed with messing with your head even when he's fucking youâhe wants you to be dependent on him, because you're his and his only ⥠kiss your forehead while his hands were wrapped around your neck? you got it. making you cry with his thick cock while cuddling you? you got it.
anton may seem like some kind of playboy, even a fuckboy, to other people, but he has never slept with anyone but you. his cum stained fleshlights and self clips were his testaments. he just loves you so much, ok? âĄ
"got what you needed, doll face? a good dick down from me? yeah, that's it... anyway, wanna come over later?â he pecked your lips as he cummed inside you and smiled. âkeep my cum inside you, alright? iâll eat you out later when we get home.â you giggled as he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead before preparing to drive.
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Please give us sum eren & armin toxic hc Like armin and eren would be two different types of toxic. Ex!boyfriend eren blowing ur back out n sending it to ur bf or whoever ur talking to n ex!boyfriend armin not being able to take you talking to someone else so he fucks you a party or smth idk go crazy. đ€°đŸ.
âYeah my ex is crazy.â
A/N: No bc they are two completely different types of toxic. Like idk how to explain it? I js feel like eren is the type of ex to be petty and trifling. But armin..omg..armin goes off the fucking deep end. But i love my lil psychosđ€.
WARNING!: A lil fluff , toxic behavior, unhealthy relationships, smut, unprotected s*x, Blackmailing, Mentions of offing someone, obsession, controlling, plus other things . +17 mdni
EREN! Please for the love of god donât let Eren find out you fucking with someone else. This man will go from nonchalant to crazy. âOh word? This what we doing?â. He disregards the fact yall broke up a whole month ago.
He would definitely blow up your phone after seeing a post on instagram. âWho is he?â & âHe fuck you better then me?â. Oh and please donât tell him yes. Because let me warn you. He will be right there at that door knocking.
âYou know you fucking lyin. But ight we gon see.â He hung up the phone and you laughed at him. Who gave this man an ego? Did he really think he was the only man with good dick?
You were confused when you heard a knock on your door but to your surprise, it was eren. âWhat the fuck?â he pushed right passed you walking into your apartment. âNah, donât fucking play with me y/n.â You could tell he was pissed just by his voice.
This man wasted no time bending you over the couch and fucking you right there.
âNobody could fuck you better the me.â He grabbed a fists full of your hair pulling you up to his mouth.âYou belong to me. Donât ever let me find out thereâs someone other than me fucking you like this.â and to be quite frank, nobody could fuck you like eren.
Eren talked you through the whole thing. He knew he was rough with you, but god he couldnât help it. So thatâs why he praised you for taking his dick so well <3.
He took out his phone and pressed record. His hard thrust drove lewd moans from your lips. âFuck right there!â you screamed every time his hips slapped your ass. He made sure he got glimpse of your face so the guy knew it was you. He made sure you screamed his name just to prove who you belonged to.
You got so many miss calls while eren fucked you to sleep. Every time ole boy called eren went faster. <3
You woke up alone, your bed empty. Your phone notifications were through the roof. Over 100 notifications from that guy. It was crazy. But a simple text from eren stuck out. âLet me hear word about you fucking w some again. Next time ima put em in a casket.â
You werenât sure if he was joking or not. But one thing you did know was he made every threat a promise. And he always kept his promises.
ARMIN! Lawd, you let armin find out you even thought about some one else fucking you, it was over.
This man went full psychotic when word got to him about you talking to someone guy. Apparently you were at a party grinding all up against him.
The first thing armin did was collect every drop of information he had on this guy. His home address, His motherâs facebook, His phone number, Job number. He knew too much on the fucker who decided to touch his pretty âgirlfriendâ.
It pissed him off, how dare you try to replace him. He blew up your phone to the point it crashed. âThatâs so fucking cute, y/n. You think that you can just go fuck some other guy?â , âPlease donât make me do something crazy.â . The crazy part was you didnât even fuck the guy, he was just fucking crazy. He always assumed you were cheating for some reason.
When you didnât answer his calls he pulled up expeditiously. if you didnât answer within the 30 minute window he wouldnât wait to show up to your door.
âY/n open this goddamn door.â He banged on the door. It was 2 am- oh yeah he knew you had work later, he didnât care.
As soon as you open the door an argument ensued. âPick up the fucking phone when I call you y/nâ He yelled at you slamming the door behind him. âYou ainât my fucking boyfriend Armin. Ion gotta do shit.â
He never made you regret your words so fast. His nails dug into your hips as his pace increased. âAinât yo fucking boyfriend huh? Then why you letting me fuck you raw?â
Your bed was a mess after he made you cum over and over again. After he was done all you could do was mumble incoherently âNobody is better then youâ. He was rough but his after care made up for it <3.
He kissed your forehead before he nuzzled into your chest. âYouâre the best I ever had.â he soon fell asleep after those words left his mouth.
I love my cute lil crazy guys <3
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đ:đđ đđŠ | đŹđŠđđ„đ„ đđźđđŹ
đ©đđąđ«đąđ§đ â art the clown x gn!reader
đ§đšđđđŹ â fluff, art meets someone who isnât scared of him, art goes to kill u but alas you are ⊠autistic!reader, nonverbal!reader, lowkey a projection of me and how i regress/how art makes me regress lol, also a little theory as to how art gains strength/why he kills so relentlessly as a demon, not proofread!
a demon must feed off of fear. itâs how it gains strength and power. art was no different.
it was his luck that his appearance alone usually struck the fear of god into people. tall but lean in a black and white clown suit, sometimes stained with a strange red substance. face painted white, black outlining an eerily smiling mouth and wide blue eyes. at least, sometimes they were blue.
when he was knee deep into brutally slaughtering people, his eyes would go pitch black from excitement and because his strength was slowly doubling.
everyone who had the misfortune of knowing of his presence feared even his name. all except one.
heâd encountered many who feigned tolerance towards him, some even daring to embrace him before meeting the same fate as everybody else. because they reeked of the same fear as the rest. he could tell in the way they tried to steady their shaking hands, the way their eyes glazed over as they realized they had lost the fight.
but you. you.
you were different. heâd tracked you down after watching you walk home from a little neighborhood party, and he observed you for a couple of days. you lived alone, hardly touched your phone, typed and typed away on your computer with your glasses hanging onto the edge of your nose. completely indifferent to the rest of the world outside.
nobody would miss you. nobody even turned their heads towards your house as they walked by it.
so obviously nobody noticed when he slipped into your house that night. the inside was drab. nicely decorated but it still felt empty. perhaps youâd just moved in not too long ago.
when he found you in your bedroom, comfortably sleeping, he found that wasnât quite the case. all of the decor, if you could call it that, was stuffed up in here. merchandise from several franchises were nailed, taped, displayed on every surface of your bedroom. sonic, ninja turtles, spiderman.
art stared at it. then at you. you were swarmed by stuffed animals, arms wrapped tightly around a particularly huge fuzzy stuffed sonic plush. the side of your face squished into it and you hummed in your sleep.
he set the garbage bag he had slung over his shoulder down and began searching for something to dismantle you with. the metallic clinks echoed in the room and seemed to wake you up when your muffled grunts became clearer and you began to stretch out your curled limbs.
it took you a while to notice him, but when you did you only blinked. art figured it was a shock response and gave you a taunting smile, baring ugly teeth. your eyebrows knitted together while you sat up, but still you said nothing. not even a scream.
art rose to his feet, towering over you even on your hip-high mattress. in his hand, he had a hefty tool that glinted in the moonlight. fear should have been radiating off of you by now, but that rush he was expecting never came. perhaps you thought you were dreaming.
but as your eyes scanned him from top to bottom, you seemed to accept it as reality. even as you reached out and gingerly tapped his bloodied, gloved hand with the tip of your finger. you didnât question it.
art hesitated. but only because he doubted he would be strong enough to take your head off with one clean swipe. he wasnât even close to half of his full strength yet. why was this taking so long?
you turned to the side, searching for something in the sea of stuffies you were haloed with just moments earlier. plucking a smaller one out of the heap, you offered it to the mysterious clown at the side of your bed. it was one of your lesser favorites because you didnât want him to get it dirty with his white-stained-red gloves. a little fuzzy bee you got from a museum years back.
art pointed at himself, and you nodded with a gentle smile. you half thought that was what he wanted. some strange stuffed animal reaper.
he reached for it, and the cleaver in his hand hit the ground with a thud that made you flinch and cover your ears. almost instinctively, you leaned towards him.
you werenât scared of the knife itself but the loud noise. art was baffled that somebody could look to him for protection. had you any idea who he was? the miles county clown, was the name every tv within a 50 mile radius was echoing daily because of him.
well, you probably actually didnât. in the days he watched you, you neglected to turn on the news or scroll through social media. was that why you werenât scared of him?
either way, his palm found the top of your head, awkwardly patting it with a force that told you he was also trying to push you away. you peered up at him with a straight lipped smile, and gently grabbed the wrist of the hand on your head. he tensed, shocked, but allowed you to flip his palm upwards, watching as you ran your finger over his red stained glove.
you spelled out your name, letter by letter, and pointed to yourself. you also couldnât speak. or you couldnât at the moment.
art could only tilt his head at you, genuinely frowning because his presence wasnât scaring you shitless. he was more confused than anything else.
you gestured towards him and handed him your own palm. he was to etch his name onto your skin.
it took him a second to do it, letting his hand cradle yours while he dragged his finger across your palm. A-R-T.
registering the name, you nodded up at him. it was quite fitting for him, you thought.
the clown grinned and waved your own stuffed animal in front of your face before booping your nose with it. he found he liked the sound of your giggle, which brought him both comfort and unease.
you were sad when he left so quickly, dropping your stuffed bee into your lap and grabbing his garbage bag. he put a finger to his lips and wagged his fingers at you before retreating back into your hallway. the sound of your comforter shuffling made him pause and he found you bent over, picking his cleaver up off of your floor.
you sheepishly held the heavy handle out to him.
you were quite tall. still significantly shorter than him, but taller than he was expecting. wearing a slim fitting tank top and some athletic shorts. you even had some tattoos on your arms and on your thighs. things he hadnât seen past your sweaters and jeans.
he took the cleaver and prepared to take his leave, but was stunned when you suddenly wrapped your arms around him. for a moment, he was the scared one. but he soon realized that you were only hugging him.
âthank you,â you whispered, so softly and shakily he almost missed it over the buzz of your electric fan. still, you held no fear of him.
you smiled when his arms briefly closed around you.
and then he was gone.
i love him sm đđ
#terrifier#art the clown#art the clown x reader#art the clown x you#slashers#terrifier art#terrifier art the clown#terrifier fluff#art the clown fluff#drabble#fluff
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yandere vampire's pet
cw;; dehumanization?, blood, vampires, humans as pets, yandere, angst, suggestive
this is the last named and drawn oc i have ready. i still have two more concepts in my drafts but they're not finished yet.
this might not show his yandere tendencies as well as characters like ares or emil but he's more of a self destructive type. he's more likely to hurt himself for doing something wrong than he is likely to hurt someone for touching you.
also i had to include the vampire guilt and angst im only human (human with a guilt kink)
you're a vampire lord in a world run by vampires with a yandere human pet who you found in a run down human farm after he basically threw himself at you. who clung to your leg and insisted he tasted so sweet you wouldn't regret taking in. who you took pity on seeing his scarred neck and decided to take him with you home.
you fed him and brought him to full health in a year. on the anniversary he begged on his knees for you to make him your pet. you complied. you didn't expect the preservation procedure that would allow him to stay with you forever to mess up his brain. or maybe this was always his personality.
he begged you every day to feed on him. he would sneak into your bed chamber and cut his neck to wake you up. he would sit himself in your lap around noon and undo his shirt buttons to give you easy access. if you dared to refuse him he would cry and beg so pathetically.
you made him this way why didn't you want him? he would often cry until you feel guilty for destroying his humanity. you always gave into him. he always got clingier. he tried not to get in your way during work but one day you let him lay his head on your lap and sit in your office quietly all day. so you had to let him again the next day.
if he really pushed too far you would lock him in an old attic room. oh how he sobbed. you would open the door the next day to be met with his bloodshot eyes that held no light. he would kiss your shoes and cling to your legs while he spoke hoarse apologies. you always forgave him and carried him in your arms to eat breakfast.
on the occasions that you two went to a party held by your fellow vampire lords he would always try to show off. you'd buy him new clothes and a new ribbon to hide his old scars. he liked being the most beautiful arm candy for you. it wasn't unusual for high quality pets to get passed around at these parties. at the end of the night he would often find himself in a strange bed, dizzy from being bled and pathetically crying for you.
your dear pet had spent the whole night being ravaged while you were doing business. his naked and used body laying in the unfamiliar bed, barely conscious. you sighed as you sunk onto the bed, your added weight causing him to shift slightly but he made no noise. usually by now he would be sobbing and reaching wildly for you, those degenerates must have really worked him hard.
you reached out and played with a piece of his hair. "I'm sorry, you poor pathetic creature."
your cold lifeless hands gently brush against his warm cheek. his body finally shifts a little, instinctively pulling away from the cold. you can't help the sad smile that falls on your lips seeing that. you forget how cold you are with how he clings to you at every opportunity. you can smell his blood right now and the tug of your instincts tells you to feed. you forget that you're a monster with how he treats you with such adoration and reverence.
"your life would have been better if you never met me." you push his hair away from his neck, revealing the old scars with fresh wounds scattered among them. your fingers brush against his pulse and he gasps.
you watch his olive eyes blink open slowly, they look almost too heavy to open. you want to gently close them like one would a corpse but the wide smile that spreads across his face stops you. if your heart could still beat you're sure it would have skipped.
"good morning." you said softly.
he used all his remaining strength to wrap around your waist. "y/n..."
his voice is so hoarse and he sounds so exhausted but there's the undeniable happiness. you guide his head to your lap, cold fingers twirling around his hair again.
"was i good...?" his eyes blinked slow again.
"yes. you were so amazing again tonight." you felt the weight of guilt pressing against your chest.
"reward m'...~" you knew he was asking you to indulge in him as so many others had tonight so you just ignored him.
you gently gathered him up in your arms, the top sheet draping over his body. you grabbed his discarded ribbon off the bed before you began carrying him out. the ribbon was sat on his stomach and his weak hands fiddled with it idly. he seemed to be too deep in thought to let sleep overtake him again.
"master... 'm glad you made me...." he nuzzled his head against your chest.
"your father made you." you corrected as you approached your carriage.
"no... y'... made m' y'r pathetic creature." his eyes finally started to close. "so glad m' life is master's.."
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some scenarios of Damian using "animal" terms in his life.
Damian, holding Alfred the Cat, exits the kitchen: Going to full hibernation mode now.
Jason and Tim look at each other with raised brows.
Dick and Duke are holding their laughter.
Cass just stares at him.
Damian: If anyone dares to disrupt me, well, I'm going to hold it against all of you.
Bruce, smiles: Rest well, son.
Alfred, stands up to start with the dishes: Well, I hope you enjoy your hibernation, Master Damian. You care to have some tea and biscuits first?
everyone waits for his answer.
Damian, rolls his eyes: I shall have some first then.
Robin! Damian, fights some criminals: The flock is coming for reinforcements so I suggest you stand down.
criminals continue to fight with him until Goliath and Superboy! Jon swoop down to knock down the men.
Robin! Damian, smirks: If only you were wise enough.
Superboy! Jon, approaches Damain for a hug: Hey, Little Mouse.
Robin! Damian, raising his katana, growls: I already told you to stop with the pet names, Superboy!
Superboy! Jon, raises his hands in surrender: I'm innocent!
Robin! Damian: And what type of absurdity is the nickname: Little Mouse????
Superboy! Jon, shrugs his shoulders: What do you prefer? Kitten?
Robin! Damian growls like an angry kitten.
Superboy! Jon, smirks: Exactly my point.
Tim enters the Batcave and starts to open his mouth to say something to Damian.
Damian, by the batcomputer: Why are you wriggling in here, Drake?
Tim: Uh.... To work?
Damian, rolls his eyes: If you become a nuisance, you better just crawl your way of here.
Jason, enters out of nowhere: Offensive, Dami! I am the only one who gets to crawl. Like crawl my way out of the grave type of situation.
Tim and Damian groan in sync.
Robin! Damian, paces back and forth in front of the tied rogues to make a point: Pack of vermin, you all are! Don't you ever, ever, ever harm the people of Gotham!
the rest of the batfamily stand behind him to observe what he's going to do next.
Robin! Damian: We're taking you back to Arkham so you can scuttle back inside your cells and learn your lessons.
Robin! Damian, looks back to his family: Anyone else want to say anything?
Nightwing: What he said.
Red Hood, Spoiler and Signal shrug.
Red Robin is too busy looking at his device.
Black Bat just stares ahead.
Batman, in his deep, heavy tone: Now, let's gallop our ways back to Arkham.
the batfamily and rogues all stare at Batman.
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TITLE: Play Bite
PAIRING: Hyunjin x Jisung x female reader
SUMMARY: You, Hyunjin, and Jisung have a really fun time playing a dirty truth or dare game after the plans for everyone to go out failed. Part 1 to the 'Play' series.
WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSWF SKZ related content and I know I wonât be able to regulate/monitor every single potential interaction with those posts so please do not engage with my work or page whatsoever.
Part 1 - Play Bite Part 2 - Play Fight Part 3 - Play Right
TAGS: Hyunjin, Jisung, and reader have all consumed alcohol but are not fully drunk, smut, kissing, hickies, making out, dirty texts, dirty talk, erotic truth or dares, use of pet names such as 'bub', 'baby' and 'pretty', swearing, food play (nothing heavy), solo orgasm, female masturbation, suggestive material, very vague mentions of choking (not emphasised), slight traces of top!Jisung.
MASTERLIST
A/N: Think of this as a prelude to this hard thought I posted a while ago. If you haven't read it, it will give you some context into what will come in the future for this type of concept. Also just to preface but not give away too many spoilers, nobody is cheating in this story.
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âRemove one piece of clothing, socks do not count,â Jisung reads aloud from the card in his hand.Â
Itâs the third task into the deck of dirty truth or dare at Hyunjin's apartment. After the entire groupâs plan to go out for the night fell through when it started pelting down, it was in all three of your guysâ best interests to not waste the night. So, although he invited the rest of the group over for drinks, only you and Jisung decided to go around.Â
An hour later into the night and already just past the point of tipsy, the three of you progressed to playing games. A set of dirty truth or dare cards was the first thing that caught Jisungâs keen eye as he analysed the plethora of games that Hyunjin had on a shelf in his living room.Â
âYouâre not even wearing socks, so you have no choice,â Hyunjin chuckles, almost evilly.
Jisung dons his best thinking face, eyes narrowing as he tries to come up with which item of clothing he wants to take off. He grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls the entire fabric up and over his head before placing it beside him, careful not to knock over his drink.Â
Your eyes glue to his gorgeous bare top half for a few seconds too long before averting them to the floor like you werenât supposed to look at him. Itâs not like youâve never seen him topless before in all of his honey toned glory. Almost always will Jisung proudly walk around half naked unprovoked when youâre around him.Â
âYour turn bub,â he continued.
You clear your throat then lean over to pick a card up from the middle, then read it out loud, âohâŠâ
âWhatâs it say?â Jisung peeks his head over to see whatâs written down before his jaw unhinges. âLet the person to your left select an area of your body for them to give you a hickey. Wow.â
Hyunjin, to your left, stares back at you in shock and horror. His cheeks were ballooned and full of liquid after taking a large swig of his drink before setting it down. The more silent seconds that tick by, the more flips his stomach keeps doing. But, he had to expect the unexpected with this game.
You and Jisung were ready to play by the rules and Hyunjin wasnât going to exempt himself from it just because of the card you pulled.Â
He swallows the mouthful of alcohol, âalright. Are you okay with me doing this?â
You nod even though you can feel your heart picking up its pace, âI am.â
He takes your answer and runs with it then ponders on the best place to plant a hickey on your body. It doesnât take him long to think of a number of unspoken places where he would and even though heâs tipsy enough to disclose those areas, he decides to keep that to himself.Â
âOkay, can you lie down for me then?â He asks.Â
âLie down?â
âMm, otherwise it might be awkward to reach,â he explains vaguely.Â
You start jumping to conclusions at the instant you hear his request, yet your mind is so hazy that your body just ends up listening to what Hyunjin has asked of you instead. You end up lying back on the floor, your head next to Jisungâs thigh who looks down at you while Hyunjin moves.Â
His long body straddles yours but not fully putting his weight down on you. With his hand, he pulls back some of your hair so he can reach the area he wants before gently tilting your chin up and to the side towards Jisung.Â
Hyunjin then sinks his face down just to the side of your throat and sucks. For a second, your body squirms at the slight achy pang that he brings to the surface of your skin. Still, with the way that your body is buzzing, it undoubtedly feels amazing. He remains there for a few seconds and uses his tongue to swipe over the surface he just marked. Â
Jisung watches with his mouth ajar. He takes in the contorted look of concentration on your face, the way your eyelids flutter closed.Â
Itâs not long after until Hyunjin peels himself off of you then takes your hand to help you sit back up again. In hindsight, you wonder if it was all but necessary to lie down for him in order to give you a hickey. But Hyunjinâs thinking was that to reach your throat, you had to be on the ground.Â
âThat mightâve been-â his face contorts with worry just looking at the fresh, deep and reddish mark. âA bit much, sorry.â
âItâs fine,â you respond, trying to act cool under the pressure. âIt felt nice anyway. Okay, Hyunnieâs turn.âÂ
He draws another card, reading it in his mind before his eyes dart to Jisung, âmake outâŠwith the person beside you for one minute.â
âW-Which side?â You ask.Â
âMy left which is-â
âMe,â Jisung responds, pointing at his chest. âAlright then.â
Hyunjin stares blankly at his friend, unsure if he's joking or not, âwait, youâreâŠyouâre serious?â
Jisung shifts his body closer to Hyunjin, his face nearing him, âthatâs the game right?â
âY-Yeah,â he replies sheepishly. âYeah, okay then.â
âI can set a timer,â you announce.
Heâs never done this before - kissed a friend, made out with a friend. For one, Hyunjin knows Jisung has done so multiple times, having been an impartial witness to it. Whether it was while Jisung was drunk, sober, high, it happened. Even with the same gender.Â
âAlright,â you say, pulling out your phone as you go to the clock app to set a timer for one minute and place it on the ground. â3, 2, 1, go.â
Youâre not sure who it was first that leaned in for the kiss after being so warped by the fact that they were even doing this. It was like Hyunjin offered his mouth and Jisung went for the kill. Both of them started off slowly by the time ten seconds hit. Twenty seconds in and Hyunjinâs hand comes up to the side of his friendsâ face when the kiss deepens even further.Â
You watch the glide of their tongues move so languidly with one another, doing unspeakable things in between your legs. Similar to Jisungâs reaction when Hyunjin gave you a hickey, your mouth was on the floor. Thereâs no way in hell could you ignore how hot it was to see them make out.Â
After forty seconds, the pace had picked up a notch as they continued to move in sync with one another. Jisungâs hand had made it onto Hyunjinâs lap with some unintentional plan of slowly hiking up his thigh. In his mind, the more touch, the better. He already felt floaty because of the alcohol. Now Jisung touching him, kissing him, was an enhancement.Â
At the mark of one minute, your phone rudely blares its alarm. Hyunjin pulls away with red lips, Jisungâs as equally as glossy as the other. They stall for a second, almost as if they briefly thought about going back at it againâŠ
âMinho was right,â Jisung breaks the silence willingly. âYou are a pretty good kisser.â
âWhat?â Hyunjin exclaims, his eyes almost popping out of his head.Â
âWhat?â He whines. âHe and I were trying to figure out who in the group would be the best kisser. Minho reckons you are.â
âYou say that as if youâve kissed everyone in the group to try and find that out,â You realise.Â
âWell I just kissed him, so itâs everyone except for you now. Which thereâs still time for since itâs my turn now,â he responds in a slightly hopeful tone and picks up his next card. âHuh, maybe not - whatâs the most amount of times youâve had sex in one day?âÂ
âIs that the first truth question?â Hyunjin points out, trying to subtly keep himself calm after what just went down with Jisung.Â
âI think so,â you reply. âWeâre nowhere near halfway through the deck.âÂ
âThree and a half,â Jisung answers.Â
âAnd a half?â You and Hyunjin parrot in unison, the confusion very present in both of your tones.
âHalfway through the act, got caught, had to wrap it up and leave,â Jisung explains very succinctly. âIt wouldâve been four if it werenât for fucking Seungmin. Doesnât matter, itâs not like Iâm holding a grudge or anything.â
âSure,â you trail off, trying your best not to laugh at his misfortune while you go to pick up a card. âUh, lend your phone to the person on your right and let them send a dirty text to someone in your contacts.â
Jisung claps excitedly, âhand it over baby!âÂ
You roll your eyes, reluctantly passing him your device, âanyone except my family otherwise I probably wonât live to see another day.âÂ
He takes your phone earnestly with a cheeky and devious expression before delving righteously into your contacts list, âdonât worry, I wouldnât do anything like that.â
Jisungâs thumb scrolls excitedly trying to find the right person to send the right message to. He pauses over a couple of names and then finds one he thinks will give the most entertaining response. He creates a new message and types in what he wants to say. Â
From You: Iâm horny. Come over and fuck me.
The silence was palpable as the fate of your dignity rests in your friendsâ hands. Once the message is sent, Jisung keeps your phone on standby while you all wait for the response. The sheer riskiness of the dare calls for you to pick up your drink and finish the rest off, knowing that youâre going to need it.Â
âWhat did you write?â You ask him anyway, setting your empty glass aside.Â
He looks smugly at the screen again and repeats what he created, âIâm horny, come over and fuck me.â
Your eyes widen in horror, ât-thatâs notâŠwho did you send that to!?â
âThatâs a bit straightforward isnât it?â Hyunjin laughs.Â
âDoesnât matter now, your turn, go,â Jisung nods to you.
âFine,â you groan, snatching up a card. âHow many times a day do you get off? Once, maybe twice. Done. Next, you go.âÂ
Hyunjin blinks in surprise at the information you so rapidly provided and leans into the circle to grab his card, âalright. Choose one person to sit in between your legs for the remainder of the game.âÂ
âI think considering that he and I just made out, itâs your turn to do something now,â Jisung smoothly contends his point before you could even get a word out.Â
âFair enough,â you respond coolly.
The move is practically childsplay in comparison to what theyâve done so far. Nonetheless, it quickly proved itself to be rather effective on your body.Â
Hyunjin tries not to grin and spreads his legs for you to slot perfectly in between them. Youâve been this close to him before - in a hug at least. But never has Hyunjin been as acutely intimate with you as of right now. As heâs pressed up behind you, itâs hopeless to try not to be so affected by such subtlety. The warmth from his body glows like a heater onto your back and the steadiness of his breathing is comforting.Â
âSungieâs turn,â he says from behind you.Â
Another card is taken from the deck and Jisung reads once more, âfeed someone a food item with your mouth. Okay, but what kind of food?âÂ
âThereâs that bowl of grapes just there on the coffee table,â Hyunjin points over to it.Â
Jisung spins around on the floor and sees the assortment of snacks that they had laid out on the table earlier on. He turns back with the entire silver bowl in his lap, popping a couple of them in his mouth and eating away to his heart's content before proceeding with the dare.Â
âYouâre breathing heavy,â Hyunjin whispers teasingly in your ear while Jisung isnât looking.Â
âS-Shut up,â you utter back to him, trying not to act so utterly embarrassed by the truth heâs managed to highlight.Â
Jisung pops in two more grapes and goes to sit beside you before talking with his mouth full, âboâ oâ ya.â
âHuh?â Hyunjin retorts, trying to decipher what his friend is saying.Â
You ponder for a second, âI think he said both of us?âÂ
Your guess comes up as correct because without a proper verbal answer from Jisung, his actions spoke louder. He leans towards your face first - closer than it has ever been since youâve known him. The purple grape sits between his teeth as he goes to pass it to you by his mouth. It was awkward to manoeuvre at first, but the pair of you discovered that using your lips is key. By that point, Jisung manages to exchange the fruit as you crush down on the grape that explodes with such a sweet flavour.Â
Then, he moves a bit behind you to reach Hyunjin. Both of them struggle to pass the grape without fully touching each other's lips once more. Then again, that was the point of the card that Jisung pulled.Â
âYummy?â he asks, sliding back to his original spot with the bowl.Â
âMm,â Hyunjin hums while he chews. âSweet.âÂ
Half of the stuff that youâve done so far with them makes you realise that youâre not that nervous to do these kinds of things. It couldâve been the alcohol, that definitely helps. But also because theyâre two of your best friends and wherever they are, you feel safe in their proximity.Â
âMy turn,â you say as Jisung picks the top card off of the deck and slides it to you across the floor. âOh - same as Sungieâs, remove a piece of clothing, socks do not count. Isnât this just a forfeit card since itâs already been picked up?â
âNo, not necessarily?â Hyunjin answers. âPlus, what if you forfeit that one and pick another one but itâs worse?â
He had a good point. It was a very mellow dare in comparison to the others youâve all completed. With that in mind, your hands find their way down to your shorts, contemplating whether to take them off or not. Considering Jisung already has his top off, you went for the opposite in a sudden spur of confidence that was short lived when you saw the look on your friend's face.Â
Jisungâs eyes couldnât leave where your hands moved as you freed your legs from the fabric, allowing you to remain in your underwear. However, it becomes very apparent to you that taking your pants off wasnât such a good idea when you know that youâre wet. Whether they knew it, particularly Jisung who had a full view of you, was too late.Â
Behind you, Hyunjin was trying to keep himself calm as you moved around a bit, âw-whoâs turn is it now?âÂ
Jumping onto a different topic gave time for Jisung to blink away from your body. He feels guilty for even staring at you like that in the first place. Then again, itâs not like you werenât doing the same ever since he took his shirt off.Â
âYours actually,â you answer and without any spatial awareness whatsoever, you lean forward just a bit to pick up a card for Hyunjin that your ass slightly pushes back into his crotch in the process.Â
After the fact of the matter, you realise what youâve done. But it wasnât intentional. You just wanted to pick up a card for him so that he didnât have to move from behind you. As you come back to sit between his legs properly, you feel his forehead rest against the back of your head - a silent sign to prove he definitely recognised what you did to him.
Although he didnât say anything because what was there to say to that? In hindsight, it mightâve been better forJisung to just read it out for Hyunjin.Â
âH-Here,â you offer the card to him, playing it off.Â
He lifts his head back up from yours and takes the item, âwhat is your dirtiest fantasy and why?âÂ
Right now if Hyunjin was able to answer honestly, he would say âfucking you while his best friend watches.â But even for a filthy game that theyâre playing, he thought it would be inappropriate to say. On top of that, itâs not actually his dirtiest fantasy. He could do way worse but just doesnât know what at this point in time in his sex life. There was still time for him to exploreâŠ
âI havenât really got one at the moment,â says Hyunjin. âI suppose just realâŠrough sex.âÂ
Jisung immediately becomes intrigued, oblivious to the fact that Hyunjin had it in him to admit such a scandalous piece of information, âwhat does that mean to you though?â
He becomes even more flustered under the heat of his friendsâ question, it doesnât help that heâs nearly fully hard behind you either, âit means things likeâŠchoking or hair pulling-â
âWhatâŠyou like to do those things or those things being done to yo-
âBoth, I like both. Anyway, thatâs not the question,â Hyunjin interrupts impatiently. âJust move on.âÂ
Itâs difficult for you not to laugh at him, yet as you go to pick up a card - more carefully this time for Hyunjinâs sake - your smile fades quicker than you could blink. Not one doubt crossed your mind about how obscene this game could get. Yet this card refuted all of that.Â
âIâŠgetâŠget yourself off in front of someone,â you mumble in a very quiet voice.
âGet what?â Jisung tries to reiterate.Â
Hyunjinâs brows knit in concentration as he reads the card from over your shoulder, âshe has to get herself in front of someone.â
An âoâ forms in Jisungâs mouth before he responds to that statement, âthatâs aâŠan interesting card.âÂ
The three of you fall deathly silent to the weight that the dare has you under. Your mind wants you to do it, to satiate that instinctual appetite to pleasure yourself ever since the game heated up. To do so in front of your friends doesnât appear to be a bad idea which technically it isnât from the way they already have you unintentionally wet. That in itself said a lot.
Therefore, you spread your legs and bend your knees.Â
An expression of realisation washes over Jisung, coming to grips with whatâs about to unfold. As for Hyunjin, he can only sit and remain in place as a support for you to lean against when your hand slips down the front of your underwear as you begin to rub. A sigh of warm relief then pushes past your lips. The pads of your fingers collect your damp essence to use as you circle over your clit.Â
Already, a hefty volume of pressure is escalating in the pit of your tummy, tingling and spreading throughout your lower half. All from being turned on by the game. The person in front of you and behind you feel the exact same way except the one behind you was already there a long time ago. Their cocks fill out against the inside of their thighs and Hyunjin is positive that you can feel him through his pants.Â
âY/N,â Jisung says. âDoes that make you feel good?â
âJisung,â Hyunjin warns him sharply, not wanting his friend to fuel the fire thatâs burning.Â
âMm, y-yes,â you stutter, breath catching at the base of your throat the more you try and push yourself towards an edge.Â
It could be better though. It could be the pair of them groping and teasing your body at their will. You know that they both know how to use their mouths with the way that they made out earlier on. Not to mention from the grapevine, youâve heard about Jisung too; how he knows how to eat pussy. Then you have Hyunjin, who just exposed his fantasy of liking having rough sex. The possibilities with his ideas would be endless and fun.Â
With the pair of them, you donât think you would ever run out of orgasms. Just thinking about it makes your fingers speed up, becoming increasingly more wetter. Your muscles jerk every now and then when you inch closer to the tail end of your orgasm, which causes you to unintentionally move against Hyunjinâs crotch once more.Â
âY/N,â Hyunjin breathes out against you.Â
âDonât touch her,â Jisung snaps. âThis is her dare.â
âI-Iâm not fucking touching her,â he presses back madly, then mutters just to himself as he hides behind you. âCanât help it Jisung.â
âK-Keep watchingâŠâ you plead. âSoâŠclose.âÂ
Hyunjinâs nails are digging deep into the carpet beneath him and his restraint not to touch you teeters dangerously on the last millimetre of a cliff. Heâs throbbing, achingly hard. For you. Jisung can see his friends' knuckles turning white but he understands. He too remains hard in his sweats, which was obvious to you. Even just the slight outline that you can see indicates to you that heâs big.
Your mind starts wondering what that sort of length would do to your body, how would it feel to have inside of you? As you ask yourself those questions, you try to imagine that sensation when you start fingering yourself.Â
You whimper pathetically, curling over that sweet spongy spot, âyes, feels so good. Makes me wanna cumâŠâÂ
âYeah? Gonna cum in front of us?â Jisung eggs you on. âGonna make yourself cum just for us?
Your dozy eyes lock with him just for a few seconds before you nod against Hyunjinâs body, âj-just for you both.âÂ
âF-Fuck,â Hyunjin squeezes his eyes tight shut, gritting his teeth so much that his jaw aches.Â
As that familiar euphoric bliss catches up to you, a silent scream paints over your face while your eyelids clamp shut and your eyebrows are furrowed together, focusing on the pleasure. For a moment, youâve forgotten that Hyunjin is behind you as you canât help but shiver helplessly against his body from the waves of your orgasm. Quiet yet very audible moans ring throughout Hyunjinâs apartment, making themselves known as you gradually come down with heavy gasps.Â
âHoly shit,â Jisung murmurs in awe, he can see that youâve soaked through your underwear.Â
The large wet and sticky patch makes him want to lurch forward, tear the piece of clothing from your body and taste you for himself. To have his face buried in between your legs would be the Atlantis of his own fantasy right now, to have you use his mouth and tongue until youâre cumming all over again.Â
In the moments of quiet when the still air is filled with nothing but your staggered breathing and depleted whimpers as you try to collect yourself, your phone buzzes on Jisungâs thigh - the reply to the dirty text he sent from earlier on.
He looks down at the glowing bright screen and his jaw drops to the floor once more. His mind sobers quickly.
From Chan to You: Again? Still horny from this morning? Alright then, I can come over and give you what you need x
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Other skin: Yandere!Characters reaction to a female demon slayer landing on you.
Plot: They watch a woman fall on you and herâŠchest is in full view in front of your eyes, and she flirts with you.
Reader: imagined female but no pronouns.
Notes: I just thought of Tegan and his wives reactions and I got excited, I love jealous yanderes.
Characters: Tengen & Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru, Mitsuri Kanroji, Sanemi Shinazugawa.
Disclaimer: I have not read the manga so most of the reactions are based on the show and fics I have read. So please forgive the inaccuracy.
The place was filled with other demon slayers from all types, sizes and skills that varied from race or religion. It was unlike anything you had seen before and the couple related in that way, this was something special. The lovers watched you closely as soon as you came into view to keep you safe and sound, but let you explore for just a few before wanting to smother you.
So their eyes followed you as you greeted people or looked at the decorations around, even the food tables with happiness in your eyes. They were taking amongst themselves at how cute you looked with such a innocent sparkle in your eyes. But soon they watched you get tackled to the ground unexpectedly, not watching anything else but you so it slipped their sight. The couple rushed over quickly, Tengen was the first to get there.
You groaned at the impact you took and your head ached. Weight pressed on your chest and it made you open you eyes slowly with the pain still in your head. But unlike meeting a face you were meet with a womanâs cleavage in front of you at eye level. Your face heated up quickly and eyes getting wide, you snapped your head up to the womanâs eyes. âOh? What a lovely expression.â Her lips curled in a smirk as she ran her tongue across the outline, her tone smug and confident.
âDonât get embarrassed, makes me wanna eat you up.â Her hands pressed harder onto you and you only got more flustered. Her hips sat on yours and everything about what was happening was too much to process.
Suma was terrifiedïżŒ at first of how you could have hurt yourself, then as she got closer she saw the woman onto of you. She teared up quickly at how she got to be on top of you, how she pressed into your skin. She cried for her to get off of you. Makio of course was scared of you getting hurt but she was more angry to yell at the person, knowing the others would check you first so she could handle the bitch. But, when she saw your eyes meet her chestâŠShe was pulling out her weapons quickly, how dare the woman take advantage of you? Hinatsuru was of course just like suma, but over all just very scared for you. Had your head took a big hit or how was your back and body? She was in motherly mood. Just like the other girls she got jealous of the woman, her perfect baby must be so scared right now.
Tengen was pissed from the get go, how dare someone crash into somone as fragile as you? Being a harisha he had speed, so he got there first to witness what the woman said. His eyes twitched and he had to refrain himself from slicing the womanâs head off. His aura was filled with rage he looked like a monster. He noticed how she pressed her body closer to you, her hands on your chest, flirted with you and got you shy.
âCome one, tell me your name?â She took her hand off your chest and went to touch your face but her wrist was grabbed in a death grip. Both of you looked up to see tengen looking at her with a smile that sent shivers down your spine. âThey are off limits to the likes of you.â He flashed a toothy grin and threw her hand to the side, next thing you knew was being picked up into the air and his arms around you. The woman landed on the ground with a annoyed, âAnd who are you?â
A gasped left your lips when you saw a fist hit her cheek and quickly took notice it was Makio who punched her. The two other woman pulled her back and screamed it was enough as she tried to go after her. The woman got up quickly and dusted herself off and walked off quickly, leaving all of you behind with a stomp in her step. âLeave it.â Tengen ordered and they stopped and obeyed his orders.
Suma came over and cried about how she was sorry the woman got to close. âShe wasnât even that pretty, how could she touch you like that?â She was so jealous. Makio crosses her arms and slightly yelled at you for looking at her, or how you didnât try and get away from her. âShe was a hag, how could you blush like that? Its pathetic.â She was still fuming at the thought of you looking at another woman. Hinatsuru checked you for bruises or cuts, any signs of harm she could have done to you. âDid she hurt you? What a horrible person, look at you. So shook up, donât worry sheâs gone.â
You couldnât leave their side the rest of the night, no matter how you tried. It took so long to convince tengen to put you down. They hated not being there for you, it only pushed them closer to taking you awayâŠ
Mitsuri hated leaving you alone even for a second, the thought of someone else hurting you or something happening to you. She couldnât handle the thought. But now she lost you in a crowded market place and she panicked at the lose of your hand in hers, that she forced you to hold, and had no sight of you. Her voice got lost in the sound of so many others, she pushed through the people and looked for you but kept getting pushed back.
This was supposed be a fun day were she could spend every second with you and she wouldnât look suspicious. She could hold your hand, be close to you, keep you in her sight and blame it on the worry of losing you. But now she saw her mistake on taking you here, she shouldnât take you on busy days or anywhere this big.
Making it passed the crowd she took a deep breath and searched around for you. When she saw your outfit and a woman on top of you she froze in place. Another woman touching you, sitting on your lap, getting to be so close. It made her see red. She saw you blush at the sight of her chest and wondered if youâd blush like that if it was her.
âTell me your name cutie.â Her voice sounded so sensual and it only made it worse. Mitsuri was inches away now and glaring at the woman, wanting to tackle her to the ground and away from you. But she smiled like she aways does and appeared next to the womanâs face with a huge smile. âMind getting off them? Iâm sure they donât appreciate it.â Her cheery tone and smile didnât match her energy at all, and you knew her well to notice.
âAnd who are you? This oneâs mine?â Mitsuri took a moment of staring at the woman to giggling, making you both confused. âMaybe I didnât make myself clear, I wasnât asking.â The weight disappeared off your body as Mitsuri kicked the woman off of you and sent her rolling away. You stared in shook as her expression didnât change from a sweet one. âThis one will never belong to the likes of you.â She pulled you up and gripped ahold of your waist and pulled you close to her.
âIâll make sure of that..â
Heâs always dragging you away from others and doesnât care what gender they are, if they arenât him? Then they donât deserve your time. So itâs hard to get a chance away from him since he doesnât let you out of sight while heâs around. He sees you as something everyone should want, but you canât fight them because youâre weak. (Even if youâre a demon slayer or a harisha, he doesnât care)
He was coming back from a mission and waited for your presence and he looked around the butterfly mansion for you. He missed you in every way, to your smell to your smile and how you made him feel calm but so many other strong emotions. When he opened the door he found something that he couldnât comprehend. He felt so many things that he stopped working for a minute.
A unknown woman straddling you and her chest in full view in front of your face, her body presses up against you. The look on your face was enough to show that you were embarrassed and flustered, how you tensed up. He is the one to get straight to the point and wouldnât care who she was. She was coming off of you.
He walked over with the most calm expression and didnât make a sound, only his footsteps could be heard. You noticed him first and got scarred at his expression. He didnât say anything as he took a fist full of her hair and dragged her off of you, throwing her to the ground and standing in front of you.
âItâs considered disrespectful to touch something that doesnât belong to you. They, are mine and I should kill you.â He laughed and got his grin, his fire coming back. âIâll give you five seconds before you see why harishas are the highest rank.â She run out the door quickly and left without a peep. Then his attention was on you and you got a sick feeling in your stomach.
âWant to tell me what that was about?â He kneeled and got close to your face, âDid she touch you worse then what I saw?â Stuttering you explain what had happened and how it was a accident but he didnât truly by it. Or he believed your intentions but not hers.
âIf I see something like that again youâre getting punished as well,â he took ahold of your chin and yanked you forward. âUnderstand? No one touches you but me.â You had no choice but to agree.
She was reported dead in a week.
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I Hate You
Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader
Word Count: 3.9k
Warnings: Dom!Hwa, Toxic Hwa, Sadistic Hwa heâs just a huge red flag tbh , Mafia!Hwa, Hate Sex, Sub!Reader, Spit, Name Calling, Passing Liquid From One Mouth To Another, Degradation, Oral (Giving), Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie, Choking, Angsty, Manhandling, If I Missed AnythingâŠđLemme KnowđđŒ!
A/N: Hear me outâŠsome about Hwa with a damn grill gone do it for me EVERY TIME! Him and that dang fur coat is giving mafia, if you disagreeâŠyou are blind. I was listening to Amy Winehouse âYou Know Iâm No Good.â and instantly thought of this for Hwa! Then I saw the unit pic him and Hongjoong took where Hwa is wearing black and white with that sleazy, smoldering look on his face and internally screameddddd! I swear ever since bouncy Hwa plagues my mind faithfullyđ, Iâm down bad fr. Also this isnât fully proof read so if there is some mistakesâŠđ my bad yall.
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âFuck you Park Seonghwa.â You spit through gritted teeth, both cheeks squished between one of his lackey henchmen.
âGive me the word boss, and Iâll end her pretty ass right here.â
Letting out a deep chuckle, man spreading even further in his chair, long brown fur coat draping against his seated figure. Letting out a click of his tongue. He snaps his fingers, the henchmen immediately let go of you. Your figure smacks the floor with a loud thud.
âYou do have quite the mouth on you.â He says through laughter. Mocking you, like you are the scum of the earth. His eyes cut through you like sharpened glass. Your eyes shoot up briefly taking in his figure. Shirt unbuttoned right below his pecks, showing quite a bit of skin. Adjusting himself, you realize heâs bricked up against his jeans, the fabric dancing with different material down both pant legs. Was this fucker really getting off seeing you in misery?!
âI like them mouthy, it turns me on.â Getting up from his lax state in the chair, he makes his way over to you. You clench your face in disgust as he walks closer to you, shoes echoing with each step. Youâve seen this man in the daylight, and would never assume he was a monster by night.
His henchmen stand still almost like toy soldiers. Not daring to move an inch. This single man held so much power in just his aura it felt almost suffocating. IntoxicatingâŠheâs got the type of power you could get drunk off of. Flicking his head to the side the group of men quickly file out. Leaving you and Seonghwa alone in the back of the warehouse.
âYou wanted to see me.â He pauses his sentence, lifting his hands up, turning in a slow circle so you can soak in his full presence.
âBask it in princess, because here I am, in the flesh.â He says almost too cocky for your liking. Smacking your lips at his over the top response. You roll your eyes, finding anything but him to look at, refusing to stroke his god-like ego.
âNow the real question is, I heard you were looking for big olâ bad me.â He says through a pout, inching his way closer and closer to you. He moved swiftly, and was just as smooth as a snake.
Squatting down to your level, he places his hand on your jaw making you look at him. Your eyes burn holes into his. Lips drawn up tightly, almost snarling at him like you are kind of wild animal. Your veins canât help but be filled with hate for this man. You hate that you seek him out, you hate how perfect he is in your eyes, you hate how he can do no wrong, you hate how hard you fell for him. You arenât supposed to fall for a man like Park Seonghwa, no one was supposed to fall for a man like Park Seonghwa.
âWhy are you looking for me? Arenât you done with me?â He says nonchalantly. You feel like heâs spitting on you, like heâs showing you nothing but disrespect, like you mean nothing to him.
âShut the fuck up.â You grit out, trying your best to move your face out of his grip, but heâs stronger than you. Making your head swoon with his strength, he was a no good for nothing man, but you were drawn to him. A true damsel in distress.
âOoo I like when you talk nasty to me, it gets me hard. Real hardâŠâ he says practically breathless, clearly he was turned on. He had been bricked since he saw his men toss carry your fighting body in the warehouse.
âI fucking hate you.â You spit at him. Words laced with venom. Laughing in your face, this was your routine with him. You say you hated him, how you werenât looking for him, which lead to fucking, and him kicking you out. Youâve both danced with routine before.
âDidnât I tell you to stop asking about me, stop looking for me.â He says kindly, but you know there is another layer to his soft spoken words. He's so unbothered at your hate for him, so sick and twisted in the mind that it fuels his body. Your eyes just cut to him, before rolling, darting away from him again. You didnât want to admit out loud, nor give him the satisfaction of admitting that you were looking for him.
âDonât look away from me y/n.â He states firmly. Gripping your face tighter, eyes flickering with games beneath them. Your eyes shoot back to him, almost annoyed at him.
âYou hate me so much right? Then quit asking for me, quit looking for me.â He spits, making you wince after each word he speaks to you. Your eyes water slightly, moving your eyes to look to the side you were not going to give him any satisfaction.
âI hate you more than you can imagine Park Seonghwa.â Your whisper out loud, he can hear the broken record playing in your voice. The routine you constantly bestow on him.
âYou know who I am, and you know just exactly what I do. So donât shed any tears for me.â Shoving your face slightly back, he stands up, moving to sit back back on his chair. You watch as his fur coat sways from side to side as he plants himself on his chair. That crooked smile of his, gracing his face. You were disposable to him.
Your eyes watch his every move, popping open a bottle of liquor he takes a swig, shooting it down his throat like it was water. Smacking his lips obnoxiously, as he keeps eye contact with you. It was a battle in dominance that you knew you would lose. Leaning back in his chair, with the bottle resting between his legs. Your eyes slowly trace his body, soaking in every thing about this twisted man. Your body screamed for this man, your heart cried for him. You feel a flush of heat in between your legs at his cocky demeanor. With each sip of liquor he takes, he makes sure to keep eye contact with you while he shoots the tart liquid down. You catch a sly smile of his before he tips the bottle to slowly drip liquid down his chest.
With his head slightly cocked back he watched you through hooded eyes. His Matz neck tattoo sticking out like a sore thumb.
âGo on now princess, lick it up.â
You watched as the liquor ran down his body, drenching his neck and abdomen. Your eyes flicked down to his stomach, slowly traveling up his neck, meeting his eyes. Park Seonghwa was no good, you knew he was no good, hell, even he knew he was no good but that didnât stop you. It didnât stop the feeling of need growing in your core. With a smack of your lips you get on your hands, as you were still on the floor, slowly making your ways towards him, degrading yourself even further for him. Hands coming up to rest against his clothed thighs. Hard on staring you right in the face, thick at the base, with a lean to one side. Your fingers brush over it, trailing the thick vein that pulsates. His grin takes over his whole face, checkmate.
While heâs slack against the chair, man spreading so you fit in between his legs, he looks down at you. Grill twinkling in the poor fluorescent lights, he looks like trouble. His eyes say more than his own words do.
âGo on now sugar, be a good girl and put that tongue to use.â He says through a small chuckle, chest vibrating with each laugh.
âI know that pretty mouth is good for more than saying how much you hate me.â
You lick your lips slightly, before inching your body closer to his, your heated tongue comes into contact with his abdomen. Licking the liquor that remained there. The flavors makes your mouth water, while liquor was never your vice. Park Seonghwa was. He grips the handles of his chair, the feeling of your warm, soft tongue on his skin was like a reward. You were practically waving the white flag in his face. He won, he always wins.
Your tongue dips between each individual ab muscle, making sure not to leave any inch of skin uncovered. He tasted like heaven, yet you know this was far from it. As you inched further down his body you come right below his belly button. His happy trail right beneath your tongue, eliciting a loud groan out of him. He comes to cup the back of your neck, encouraging you to go lower. The fur from his coat tickles the sides of your arms, fingers on the button of his jeans, giving him a once over again you pop the button. Shimmying his pants down to his thighs his hard cock springs out, of course he was going commando. You stare up at him in disgust, jealousy lies beneath your skin.
His hand grips the back of your neck firmly, almost like heâs a mother cat, snatching his kitten up. He stares at you from beneath his nose. Taunting you, getting off at your misery. His member jumps slightly at seeing you in such a distressed state.
âI knew you were coming today ma. I knew you were going to warm my cock, so I thought why not forgo the boxers.â
You swallow loudly, gulping down the jealousy you were harboring. You should feel dirty, disgusted at the fact he knew youâd warm his leaking cock. Yet you canât help but feel a swell of pride in your chest. He was waiting on you.
âYou mustâve been pretty excited to see me.â You say, not looking him in his eyes but your voice gives you away. The small cracks and whimpers that leave your mouth are enough to know heâs got you in his trap per usual.
His black hair framed his face perfectly, the poor lighting made him look like he descended from heaven. Gripping his hard cock, you move the pre cum around the tip of it. Letting the back of your neck go, he leans back, watching the scene in front of him unfold. The feeling of your soft padded thumb on the tip of his head made him let out a groan. Black hair falling in front of his face.
Gathering all the spit in your mouth you slowly let it drop on his cock, the cool contrast to his hot member has him hissing, like the true snake he is. You lower your body, your soft lips engulf the tip. Giving it a few sucks, tossing his head back he grips the arms on his chair so tightly you watch his knuckles turn white. You look up at him through your lashes, itâs like he has sensors any time your eyes are on him. Biting his lip he says through a breathy chuckle..
âItâs been a while ma, take it easy on poor me.â
Your pussy flutters at the thought of him not giving himself to anyone but you, women threw themselves at Seonghwa, hell, even men threw themselves at Seonghwa. Times like this are when your head gets filled with disappointment but your heart gets filled with joy. Popping off his cock you lick a stripe up his leaking member, tasting the saltiness of him. Your mind clouds with thoughtsâŠwere you the last person he was with? Did he truly wait for you? The thoughts are too loud in your head, and Seonghwa notices. Brushing a thumb over your cheek, it breaks the spell on you. Crashing you down to reality.
âIâm not doing this.â You whisper out, brushing your hands off on his fur coat. You stand up, dusting your knees off. Looking him straight in the eye.
âIâm not dealing with your mind games Seonghwa!â
Everytime you raise your voice a higher octave his cock bobs up and down. The spit still pooling on his waiting cock, wrapping his own hand around it, he slowly strokes himself up and down watching your frantic figure yell at him.
âMind games? What mind games?â
âFuck you Seonghwa! You know exactly what Iâm talking about! You fuck with my mind! You tell me to stay away from you but then you fill my head saying shit like âoh itâs been a whileâ, you know exactly what you do!â Yelling so loudly it bounces off the warehouse walls, echoing down the room. Not caring if his tin soldiers hear. Letting out a quiet laugh he looks up at you through hooded eyes, eyes so pitch black they swallow up his pupil.
âYou know what I am, you know exactly who I am.â He says while continuing to stroke his cock, getting hard at the thought of you yelling at him, causing such a big fuss for lil olâ him.
âYou are such a piece of shit you know that?â
Biting his lip he leans forward, almost taunting you. Stomach muscles contracted with how fast he was close to reaching his peak.
âYou are all bark and no bite, you hate me so much. Always screaming how you hate me but you always come crawling back. You hate me or you hate the thought of being without me?â He says matter of factly, hitting the nail right on the head. Steam is practically radiating off your body. Letting out a huff you march over to him, snatching the liquor bottle from his side, taking a long drink from it, before hovering over him. Sticking out his tongue, you let the liquor splash into his mouth, and down his throat. Shoving his upper body back, you slap his hands away. Shoving your pants down to your ankles before stepping out of them. Ripping the shirt over your head. Placing each of your thighs on the outer side of his legs, hovering over his waiting member.
âYou taste so good.â He says through a whisper, licking his lips, drinking down any leftover liquid you splashed in his mouth. Grabbing the empty liquor bottle he takes another swig, groaning as you slowly lower your sopping wet pussy onto his waiting cock. He fills you wall to wall. Deliciously just like the last time. Gripping you by the back of your neck, he brings you close to his face, the tips of your noses brush against each other.
âYou know Iâm trouble, you know Iâm no good, but here you are on my cock. Admit it baby..â he says, slapping your ass cheek real hard with his free hand. Bringing your naked chest to his own, the bottom half of his shirt brushes your lower stomach, making your body liter with goosebumps. He was practically fully clothed while you were stripped down for him.
âYou hate me so much because Iâm all you want.â
Pulling you back by the neck so there is distance between the both of you. His hand grips your ass, beginning to move you slowly up and down his cock. The fill of him has your mind on cloud nine. You want to wipe that smirk off his face but you know heâs right. Your heart tugs when heâs near.
âIâm all you need, you want me to survive. Think Iâm going to run away with you? Hang this life up for you?â He says through grit teeth, ending his sentence with a slight laugh, mocking you. Not even sparing to sell you a dream because youâve already sold yourself one. You shouldâve known by now you canât change a man, and he was not just any man. He was Park Seonghwa. You start working your hips to meet his thrusts, picking up speed as your walls get custom to his thick size in your cunt.
Squelching noises fill the warehouse, you both are breathing each other in. His eyes glimmer every time you slam your hips down on him. Tossing his head against the back of the chair, he grabs both of your ass cheeks slamming you down even harder into his length, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each slam. Tossing your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself while you bounce around like a doll for him. Letting one of your ass cheeks go, he grabs the bottle of liquor.
Pouring it on your naked chest, he sticks his warm tongue against your heated skin, trying to slurp up the liquor thatâs coated on your flesh. His cool lips, mixed with his warm tongue, has you mewling. Gripping the sides to his chair, you bounce faster up and down on his cock. Leaning your head back, you are in heaven right now. Licking a stripe up your neck, he laughs into your neck. You can feel him pulsate in your soft walls. The coolness of his grill has your pussy clenching down hard on him. Heâs so deep in you that you can practically taste him in your mouth. The pleasure bringing you a whole new feeling has your eyes filled with tears of pleasure.
âTalked all that shit earlier, look at you now, bouncing on my cock like you have no fucking sense.â
You let out a pathetic cry, tilting your head back you try to take in as much air as you can. Every stroke up it feels like heâs knocking your lungs loose, your body burns with the constant need of this man. Biting your lip you look down at him through your lashes, trying your best to keep your eyes on him, scrunching your face, attempting to toss him a smug glare.
âGo on baby..fu-fuck. Tell me how much you hate me, it makes my dick hard.â He grits out with a chuckle watching you bounce up and down on his cock. Your hips still at the tip of his cock, as he clutches your ass, pistoning into you. The wet sound of his cock hammering away at you, has your eyes rolling, you are on the brink of an orgasm.
âOh my god.â You moan loudly, nails digging into his clothes shoulders. Diving his face into your chest, he sucks and nips your skin, leaving small marks behind on the plush of your breast. Your mouth falls open, jaw going slack. Taking the opportunity he places his pointer and middle finger in your mouth, tugging down your jaw with his fingers.
âYou are a fucking dick head.â You mumble out with your mouth full of his fingers, drool begins to pour landing over your breast that are flying in his face. His eyes briefly roll back, letting out a groan he pulls you closer to his face by your bottom jaw, wiggling his fingers in your mouth.
âAwww Iâm a dickhead, yet you are drooling all over this dickhead.â He says through a chuckle, one harsh particular thrust has you practically biting down on his fingers. Letting out a low breathy moan, he removes his fingers from your mouth crashing his lips against yours, his grill clinking against your teeth. His hands travel to your ass again bouncing you faster. Your toes curl on the sides of his thighs, his grip on you is bruising, the wet skin slapping against his upper thighs. Tears fill your eyes once more at your orgasm building up
âI told you I was trouble, you know that Iâm no good but look at you, bouncing on my cock like a bitch in heat.â He moans against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip, running his tongue along it, the taste of him on your mouth was sending you over. Tears overflowing from the pressure build up.
âGo on, tell me how much you hate me.â He grits wrapping a hand on the back of your neck in a possessive manner.
âBecause you do, right? Hate me so much you wanna cry on this cock every night.â Slapping your ass harshly, feeling his heated hand print stinging on your skin you let out a choked out moan.
âGo on, tell me, I wanna hear you say it again. It turns me on.â He moans out, hips continuing into you, tears stream down your face, landing on his heated skin.
âI-I ha-hate you.â You say breathlessly, gripping his shoulders tighter. Your orgasm is at its tipping point with the way his cock is brushing against your cervix. Slapping your ass hard once more.
âLouder!â
âI ha-hate y-.â
âI canât hear you!â
âI fucking hate you Park Seonghwa!â You scream at your orgasm tips over, clutching your fists into his shirt, hips immediately stopping, you fall over into Seonghwa chest pressed tightly against his very own while his hips continue to slam into your sopping cunt, your juices rolling down, soaking his jeans. Tossing his head back, his grip on you is bruising.
âFuck Seonghwa, please!â You whimper out, your body is overly sensitive after your intense orgasm, and his bruising pace is making you more delirious.
âFuck! Yes, yes yes!â His yells echoing in the entire warehouse without a second thought. With one final slam into your cunt heâs cumming deep in you, hips jerking up every couple of seconds to make sure you take every drop of him. His hands jiggle the meat off your flesh, before lightly rubbing where his bruising grip was.
Your heavy breathes are all that fill the room, pushing off his chest slightly, you groan at the feeling of his cum trickling out of you and around his member.
âYou are so fucking stupid. I swear you are.â
He looks at you with one eye open, while the other remains shut from his post orgasmic bliss. With a deep chuckle, he pushes his black hair out of his face. Grabbing your chin between his fingers, bringing you close to his face. You stare him directly in the eyes, before the shimmer from his grill catches your eye.
âIf you want me again for round two thatâs all you have to say.â He whispers against your lips.
âOh please, I barely enjoyed myself.â You say shoving him back by the chest, carefully removing yourself from his lap. You can feel his cum start to run down your inner thighs. Cutting your eyes at him you tug on the sleeve of his fur coat. Barely moving an inch he laughs at your frazzled state, pulling up his pants he buttons them again, watching your naked body move around quickly to find your clothes and put them on.
Just as you are buttoning your own pants. You hear the warehouse door slam open, the orange fur from the coat immediately catching your eye. Hongjoong is backâŠ
âOh..did I interrupt?â Hongjoong says, clearly unamused at Seonghwas actions.
âHongjoong! Youâre back early!â Seonghwa says, voice full of cheer.
Buttoning your pants all the way up, turning around all they see is the back of your shirt and pants as you walk away, feet practically stomping with each step.
âFuck you Park Seonghwa!â You scream out, echoing so Hongjoong can hear.
âSeonghwa..â Hongjoong says quietly scolding him.
âOh donât you worry Hongjoong, sheâll be back!â He yells loudly, making sure that you hear him. Turning around you flip him off before continuing to stomp out of the warehouse.
âShe always comes back..â he whispers quietly to himself as he watches your fleeing figure.
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hii can you please do an abby x reader where Manny throws a party at the WLF stadium and abby and her gf go and her gf gets quite drunk and when she gets drunk she gets clingy and itâs just cute and fluffy and stuff.
if not donât stress đđ
â HOW ABOUT THAT OFFER ? â â ABBY ANDERSON
warnings and disclaimers, dealer!abby, alcohol consumption, usage of pet names (babe, pretty), descriptions of types of drunks, abby being so mm (need her).
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A firm knock on the wooden, painted door interrupts the participants inside. the music, once a mere background noise, now assaults your ears as the door opens and manny stands there, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. after greeting abby with dab, the two of you step into the room, the space seems to shrink as groups of people mill about, mingling together. the thick air, laden with the combined scents of sweat and weed, assaults your senses.
The tension in the air calls for some liquid courage, barely letting abby mingle with her own crowd, you practically drag her towards the makeshift alcohol table, where you promptly pour a random assortment of shitty, cheap liquor into a solocup. abby, whoâs barely registering how she even got it there, notices your witchâs concoction, and laughs, leaning close enough so you can hear her over the music. "you sure you wanna drink that?" she taunts playfully.
In response, you scoff, rolling your eyes as you defiantly pour the chaser into the cup. "i can handle my liquor just fine, abby." you assure her, unamused. she immediately leans back, putting her hands up in a playful gesture of surrender "alright, alright," she laughs, "just saying âcause last time..." her voice trails off into laughter as you let out a exasperated sigh.
As the night wore on, so did the consumption, making the atmosphere becomes more carefree. it was cup after cup as you soon feel that familiar warm, fuzzy feeling that signals your transition to âthat type of drunk.â
Everyone knows there are distinct of drunken personas: the aggressive, rowdy, and affectionate. as for you, the affection is on full display as you shower the apples of the blondeâs cheeks with kisses, dispensing them like a sprinkler sprinkling a flowerbed.
Abby, taking on the role of the caregiver for the evening sticks by your side at arms length. seated on a couch in the far corner of the main room, you purchase a spot on her lap, head resting on her shoulder with your arm flung around her neck while your other hand gently holds a half-empty cup of tonightâs libations. one of her lean, strong arms is wrapped around your waist, acting as your anchor.
Occasionally, between conversations with manny, she checks on you. this time is no exception, a strong tingling feeling resonates down your body from the touch of her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "lemme know when you're ready to head out, alright, pretty?" pressing a kiss to your cheek which makes you whinge, burying your face into the crook of her neck, flushed.
The thought of escaping this crowded scene and snuggling into the warmth of your fluffy pajamas, ensconced in the embrace of your plush bed, was tempting. but a guilty pleasure at best. you knew that abby's presence was strictly for business, parties merely transactions for her trade.
Over the course of the past three hours, a steady flow of people approached the two of you, each one slipping her money before muttering a brief âthanksâ and disappearing into the masses.
When money talked, you wouldnât dare silent it.
Itâs why you havenât confirmed your submission, maybe the booze was talking, but all you really wanted to do was be coddled by your gentle giant. itâs not anything different than what it was three minutes ago. from afar, someone shouted her name, summoning her services. abby acknowledged the call, quickly murmuring, "iâl be back." before waving manny over to keep an eye on you.
It should have taken no more than a minute, perhaps a minute and a half if the asshole was particularly awkward. but that additional thirty seconds felt like an eternity of separation from her. you shook your head, pressing your body against hers as if your proximity alone could make her stay.
âno, stay here.â you sulk, abandoning the cup within milliseconds and wrap your arms tightly around her neck.
She chuckles, enclosing your body in a warm embrace. "but, iâll be gone for a minute, tops." she promises.
Frustrated, you give her your best puppy eyes, questioning. âwhy canât they just come over here?â shortly adding the dramatic proclamation, "iâll die in those sixty seconds." that she knows you mean. with a heavy sigh and zero hesitation, she looks up at the guy waiting for her, then shakes her head dismissively before returning her attention back to you.
âokay, okay,â she hushes you, âiâm right here, babe.â she says, kissing your forehead and shifting in more comfortable position to embrace you. resting her head on yours and utters the only good thing that has came out of her mouth tonight.
âhow about that offer?â
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DRIVEN. [ y ! assassin x m ! reader ]
[ nsfw, minors DNI ]
yandere! assassin x journalist! male reader
warnings :
nsfw
forced non-con [in bold letters]
dead dove
reader death
slight torture warning
semi-necrophilia ?
hi, i'm back after three months of dyingđ§ââïž it might take me awhile before i post a fic again, but here's an update for you guys.
malachi was a man whose services could be availed with just the right amount of money. he isn't the type to settle for less, confident that he was beyond excellent at doing his job.
ask him to dispose of someone and it would be as if they never existed in the first place. most of his victims' bodies had never been found. that, or they would be beyond recognizable when found. traces of his victims' existence would be gone in a pull of a trigger, with only their names to be remembered by their loved ones.
you were a journalist, renowned for your boldness and endless pursuit for the truth. unlike malachi, your silence can't be bought by any amount of money. you never hesitated to shed light on several issues which made you a formidable force in the eyes of the elite. after all, a journalist who values transparency above anything is someone to be feared by their kind; shrouded with secrets that they dare not reveal to the media.
you were well aware of the risks that came with your job, but that never once detered your work. truly remarkable, but idiotic in a sense.
you knew that it would all come to bite you back someday. with all those companies that you had brought down and names that you have ruined; maybe this was your karma catching up to you.
even as you stood at the receiving end of malachi's gun, regret never once entered your mind. you will never regret challenging the elites. they were nothing but a bunch of cowards, hiding behind their status and disposing of anything that threatened to destroy it.
over the past few months he had been keeping a watchful eye on you, malachi hadn't expected you to barely flinch despite having a gun pressed against your forehead.
"what an interesting reaction," the male on the other end mused as his calculating gaze studied your unfazed expression.
you truly were a bold one, always so headstrong and indifferent. even when threatened with a bullet through your skull, you stood your ground, not even a yell for help or a plead for him to spare you.
"why am i not surprised," a sound of amusement escaped malachi's lips. "you've always been so fearless. perhaps, you were already expecting this to happen."
he wasn't entirely wrong, you've long envisioned this scenario inside your head.
you stood with an oddly placid expression before the barrel of his gun, but your hands told a completely different story. they trembled against your sides, a stark contrast to your calm demeanor.
you were scared.
you could only hope that he could do it quickly to save you from further embarrassment.
"there's no point in prolonging this, is there ?" you spat out in spite, opening the door for death who stood at your doorstep.
your eyes were always so full of challenge, malachi wanted to rip that away from you. he had always wanted to see you with a different expression; whether it was fear or something more.
"a shame," he slightly lowered the gun in his hand, now pointed right where your heart lies. "i've grown quite fond of you, journalist." malachi shamelessly confessed.
something you two had in common was being highly driven by your work. unfortunately for you, malachi still had a job he was committed to.
â bang! â
he didn't fret over the possibility of the gunshot being heard by a passerby. if anyone were to investigate the source of the sound, he would simply dispose of them too.
malachi watched intently as you dropped to the ground.
and there it was. your fearful expression.
your eyes were wide with tears as you clutched your side where the bullet lodged itself, your breathing laboured as your mind quickly worked to try and numb out the excruciating pain you felt. curses left your lips, the warmth of your own blood trickling down your wrist.
he wasn't quite contented in ending things there. normally, he would go for a swift kill and dispose of his victims afterwards. however, he had purposely shot you in a spot that didn't instantly put you to rest.
the sound of footsteps nearing your fallen form reached your ears before your hand was forcefully ripped away from your bleeding side and pinned beside your head, leaving you more vulnerable than you intially were as your killer straddles your bloodied waist.
malachi's eyes scanned your tearful expression with a hint of content. absentmindedly, his free hand moved to caress your open wound.
"!!" an excruciating scream left your lips when malachi suddenly dug his finger through your bullet wound.
his grip around your wrist tightened when you started to thrash around under him, your survival instincts kicking in. you tried to throw him off of you, but your frantic movements only caused your wound to open up more.
malachi clicked his tongue in disapproval, removing his finger from your wound. "now you're just making things harder for yourself."
âHN!â ha.. f.. uck you,â you curse him through gritted teeth. your expression hardened as you shut your teary eyes tightly, trying to minimize the pain.
he leans down to move his face close to yours, examining the tears that slid down your reddened cheeks and the saliva that trickled down your chin. malachi drew his hand that was stained with your blood, brushing it under your eye and leaving a streak of crimson red.
"you know," he starts softly, feeling you tremble underneath him. "this look suits you better than the stoic one that you always wore.â
"i bet i can make you show so much more than that," malachi chuckled darkly, his words holding anticipation. "consider this a parting gift for my dear journalist."
the male roughly grabbed your cheeks to prevent you from struggling when he leans in to capture your lips into a forced kiss. his other hand left your limp wrist to rest, slipping under your bloodied shirt and brushing over the bullet wound up to your chest.
his touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the tight grip on your cheeks. anyone could tell that malachi was, to some degree, fond of the man under him.
he soon broke the kiss to trail his lips down your neck. his lips land on your shoulder where he suddenly bit down to leave his mark, making you flinch and let out a pained groan.
malachi pulled his lips away and gently licked the bleeding bitemark to try and soothe you in a way. he straightened back up to examine his handiwork.
your eyes seemed to be in a daze, your breathing slowing down. it was a clear indication that your conciousness was beginning to slip. but before life could completely escape you, malachi lands a harsh slap to your cheek.
"don't be so ungrateful, y/n." he warns, grabbing your cheeks roughly once more, his hand that was under your shirt leaving to grasp onto your thigh. "leaving without accepting my gift. no, no. i wonât let you do that.â
malachi released his grasp on your cheeks by roughly tossing your head to the side, he worked to unbuckle your belt before slipping your trousers down to your knees. he was seething. you couldn't leave him just yet, not without him seeing your expressions as he's (literally) fucking the life out of you.
your vision swayed as the blood loss eventually made you cease your struggles. the light in your eyes was slowly fading and so was your warmth.
but that didn't stop malachi from getting his entertainment. after pulling down his own trousers, malachi rammed himself into you in one single thrust, leaving you with no preparation as you jolt at the sudden intrusion.
you weakly claw at the male's clothed chest. there was just so much pain, from the bullet wound on your side to the bitemark on your shoulder, and now the size that stretched you out dry. you could feel something warm trickling down your thighs, a a texture you could recognize.
you sobbed quietly as the pain doubled when malachi started to move without giving you the time adjust to his size. the tip of his cock worked its way on your insides, trying to find the spot that would make you melt under him.
his eyes watched as your pained expressions turn into one of hesitance. readjusting himself, malachi sets his pace. he knew that he finally found the right spot when he felt your thigh twitch in his grasp and your walls tighten around his dick. lo and behold, your look of hesitance contorted into a disturbed one as you quickly throw an arm over your face to cover yourself.
a shameful moan escaped your lips as soon as he finally hits the spot that broke it all for you. it wasn't long before you turned into a hot mess under him. your chest rose and fell in a rapid rate as you whimpered and moaned under him.
malachi's free hand roughly removed the arm that covered your slutty expressions. you looked so lewd with his cock inside you, drool spilling from your lips and your eyes rolled back in undeniable pleasure.
now this was the sight he had been longing to see.
the pain from your wound was long gone as intense pleasure eventually replaced it. malachi quickened his pace when he noticed how your cock twitched, indicating that you were near your climax. he wasn't that cruel to deny you of orgasm in your last moments.
or maybe he was.
before the knot in your lower abdomen could come undone, malachi grabbed a hold of his gun and shot you straight in between your eyes, lodging a bullet through your skull and finally putting you to rest.
your warm blood stained his lower abdomen, trickling down to his cock that continued to drive into you who had long went limp under him, your eyes deprived of life.
he gave a few more thrusts before finally spilling his warm seed inside of your ass. his breaths were heavy as he kept his cock buried inside your now freezing and stiff body.
malachi soon pulled out of your corpse, fixing his trousers and standing back up. he sheated his gun back on its holster as he gazed down at your limp body.
he knew he was fucked up, but this was on another level.
he smiled smugly.
maybe you should've picked another job in the first place.
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hibernation/ brumation
â tales of the voracity pathstrider
âđ winter dormancy.
in his five years of being your boss, aventurine hasnât ever seen you send in a request for leave. but here he is, staring at your application for a month-long vacation.
a month? isnât that a little too long?
you didnât even stick a little comment about where youâre going or whatâs happening, dammit! he wants to know so bad, but he feels like heâll either overstep his boundaries or come off as clingy if he asks.
heâll approve it, of course!
he wants you to not hate your job, and part of being a good boss is letting his subordinates take the leaves theyâre entitled to
and you deserve a nice, long break, anyway
but the curiosity is killing him inside. what will you be doing? will you still hang around the IPC?
he really, really wants to barge into your office and wrench an explanation out of you
and also, how dare you try to take leave right into the holidays! rude
he wanted to take you out to dinner! to fancy places! he was prepared to have a schedule full of you!
totally not dates or his attempts to spoil you
he totally isnât thinking of doing it so that youâll spoil him in return
heâs found out that you respond to him if he rants at you
and that you get very soft and careful with him if he presses the right buttons
he digs that so much itâs unreal
thereâs something about having you, of all people, treat him tenderly
perhaps because heâs seen firsthand what kind of monster hides in your scarf
or⊠what kind of monster hides beneath your silent, icy exterior
it just hits different when someone like you treat him so gently
and he knows for a fact that youâll never abuse that power you have
he absolutely loves that. 100%.
âguess whoâs here!â aventurine announces as he enters your office without so much as a knock, âhard at work, my favorite secretary?â
âout, please.â you hiss, sparing him barely a glance from your computer, âiâm concentrating.â
since when did your complaints stop him
he saunters over and sits himself on your armrest anyway
your scarf lift him up and set him down on the couch opposite to you
he finds his way back to your chair
you put him on the couch again
he comes back to your armrest
is he a cat obsessed with a particular box (namely, your chair) or something
you give up
âwhat is it?â you relent, scooting over so he can fit onto your seat, too, albeit barely
this man does not hesitate to invade your personal space
âwhere are you going for a month, hmm?â he asks with a playful smile, âcanât even tell me?â
oh, so thatâs what this is about
but why is he resting his face in his hand and looking at you like heâs trying to flirt?
âhibernation.â you keep typing without giving aventurine much of a reaction, ânot exactly, but close. brumation.â
wait. wait, what?
it doesnât take a genius to know that aventurine is currently flabbergasted. âyou⊠hibernate? like sleep hibernate?âÂ
âno, i hibernate awake.â you mumble sarcastically, but he catches it even if your words are muffled
âcâmon, iâm just checking!â he throws his hands in the air as if protesting your attitude
âyes, i sleep, for the most part.â you scoot over a little more and lift him up, setting him down in your lap. âbut iâll be awake here and there.â
you rest your head on top of his and continues to work, effectively caging him in
he realizes youâre much more like a snake than he thought
not in an alarming way
youâre coiling around him, but, like, in a friendly danger noodle way
âwill you?â he chuckles; maybe his plans arenât entirely foiled, after all, âfor how long?â
you look at him. âa few minutes up to an hour?âÂ
youâre only getting up for water and/or changing sleeping positions
never mind, his plans to try to spoil you is, in fact, foiled
he pouts. he had the entire thing planned out already! all five days that youâll be off!
he looks like a kid whoâs about to buy the last donut but you beat him to it and buy the donut right in front of his eyes.
âyou can visit.â you say, and you see him light up almost immediately.Â
though, you don't think thereâs much worth visiting, but whatever makes him happy
when aventurine visits you during your well-deserved vacation, heâs pleasantly surprised. youâre sleeping so peacefully, despite the fact that you usually rarely sleep at all.
youâre curled up into half a ball under your blankets and your scarf
and letting out little snores
is this what you look like when youâre asleep?Â
so adorable. if only youâd let him see it oftenâŠ
but he doesnât know the frequency of your brumation period
as far as he knows, itâs once in five years, but he has no idea if itâs more than five years
youâre not covering your face, either
aeons, he loves seeing your unobscured face
youâre so beautiful under your scarf
especially the patches of scales along your neck, they glitter in white gold under the light
he wishes you wouldn't try to cover them up
during your entire month, heâs going to be in your room whenever heâs free
he will totally try to sleep next to you at night
what? itâs not like you havenât shared a bed before!
itâs just that youâve never been asleep by each other's side!
you will cuddle into him if he tries to hold you
and you will get fussy if he tries to get out of the hug
if only you were as honest when youâre awake
aventurine has been trying to catch you in your small conscious windows, but heâs having not much luck with that. though, this isnât exactly a gamble, so âluckâ might not be the right word here.
heâs so busy; heâs drowning in workÂ
your temporary replacement isnât very good at their job
or maybe heâs just used to the way you do things and now everything feels wrong
he wants you back alreadyÂ
because nowadays he barely has an hour to spend with you apart from bedtime
he hates it
what do you mean by he canât sit next to your sleeping form while he signs papers?
horrible, very horrible
but eventually he does catch you when youâre awake
youâre drowsy and youâre dragging your blankets and your scarf with you around your room
the cutest thing heâs ever seen in a long while
he watches as you clumsily pour yourself some water, spilling some on the table because you canât line up the jug and the glass properly
and he watches as you sluggishly flop onto your couch after youâve downed the water
âhad enough of the bed?â he asks, sitting down next to you and brushing a few strands of hair away from your face
âhnnnnnngh,â you grumble and turn to face away from him, you just want to go back to sleep
then you remember this is your bossâs voice
and you reluctantly mumble, âitâs too warmâŠâ
do you even know what youâre saying? youâre melting his heart
âoh, that so? itâs too hot over there?â aventurine snickers softly, his hand caressing your face, the cool fabric of his glove making you sigh in delight. âyouâre so lovely.â
he recognizes the amount of trust you have in him to let him visit you when youâre sleeping, and itâs doing things to his stomach. youâre so lazy, so barely aware of your surroundings, but you trust him to be around you while you are in this state.
there is an urge, and he acts on it. he nuzzles against your cheek, rubbing your noses together and planting a small kiss on your forehead. heâs been dreaming of holding you like youâre his greatest treasure, but heâs never mustered up the courage to do it.Â
maybe someday he will tell you, and then heâll be allowed to adore you openly the way heâs always wanted to.
âmy favorite snake,â he whispers to himself, feeling a shudder of affection throughout his bones, âsleep well. iâll look forward to taking you out when you rise.â
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