#and then when it does have a plot its like what if they breathe but its her BIRTHDAY

[theyluvjake]

our little secrets — lhs

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pt1 pt2 pt3 (make sure to read pt1 first if you havent!!)

Synopsis: cam boy heeseung. class president reader. the schools perfect student harbors a dirty secret, a dirty secret thats alot closer to her than she realizes. what happens when their paths cross? will they discover eachothers little secret?

MINORS DNI!

PAIRINGS - camboy!heeseung x innocent!reader

CONTENT - college au, smut & fluff with plot!! series, slow-burn, multiple chapters.

WORDCOUNT - 8k

WARNINGS - smut, this chapter doesn't have any sex (yet), just mutual / guided masturbation. caming, dirty talk, use of pet names (baby, doll, slut), praise & degradation, honestly hand kink. mentions of corruption kink. like last chapter, hee is a bit of a perv. but we like that <3

NOT PROOFREAD!

"ook.. so, what was that all about?" sunghoon sort of spoke underneath his breath. it was silent for a while amongst the group minus some of them taking sips of their drinks.

"she probably just... - had to pee! " sunoo blurtted out to fill the silence, only to make it fall silent again,

"ill go check on her-" yunjin was just about to turn to leave when heeseung stopped her.

"no, i can go check,"

his smile was soft and reassuring. yunjin was slightly taken aback as he volunteered, but her curiosity in whatever was going on with him and his new found interest in you, made her back down, silently agreeing by nodding her head.

maybe it was a bad friend mood sending a guy you didn't really know that well to check on you instead of her, but she just needed to see where it would go... y'know, for the plot.

heeseung swiftly made his way through the crowds of people heading straight to the guest bathroom,

*knocks* "um.. y/n are you okay?" fuck. wait what if its not even her in there?.. –

shit. why is he here?! the sound of his voice instantly sent your mind into a panicked spiral. - umm.. maybe i can just pretend im not in here and he will go away? yea! so you did, and you stayed silent.

"your friends just wanted to make sure you were okay... well and i wanted to talk to you."

he bit his lip, thinking he was probably just making whatever was going on worse. but he couldn't go back to the group without checking on you.

talk?? to me? why? this can't actually be happening right now. – y'know, maybe it's not him? maybe my thoughts are just all clouded... i'm just making up stuff..

— because there's no way. that would just be too insane.

you were full on in denial. it was unfortunately the only thing you realized you could do to get through the night. closing your eyes you took a deep breath before opening the door eyes instantly meeting the boys pretty doe eyed brown ones.

"um, sorry, yea i'm ok! just... had an eyelash in my eye.." you giggled nervously.

"ah, ok ok... i was worried it was something i said.." the corner of his lips tugged upwards as a small rush of relief washed over.

"is.. that what you wanted to talk to me about?"

"yea, well, and i wanted to still offer you that drink" he couldn't help but smirk as he noticed the light flush of pink painting your cheeks.

you paused for a second. "...well, the thing is i just don't really usually drink..."

"yea, and you usually don't go to parties." he chuckled.

he did make a good point. you didn't, so why would you draw the line at your new experiences now. one drink, that's all. it would be fine right?

"that's also true," you smiled, still feeling anxious, but now having a burning curiosity about him. "sure, i'll take one drink"

he nodded satisfied and before you could register anything, his hand moved to your lower back ever so slightly, just to guide the two of you back towards the kitchen.

the simple feeling of his hand just barely grazing, hovering, over your back was sending waves of electricity through your body.

"so, class prez, what are you doing out at a college party tonight?"

"oh.. um, well it was sort of yunjin and sunoo's idea. i wasn't super on board but... i was curious since i'd never been before."

"ah, i see. i was surprised to see you here." he chuckled, "well, i think everyone was" -

you were about to respond when his voice continued on,

"pleasant surprise though," he said ever-so casually.

you gulped down the knot in your throat and tried to steady your racing heartbeat, but thankfully, before you knew it, you reached the kitchen.

you nervously leaned against the counter while he poured the two of you some drinks before he went to pass you the cup. you hadn't yet looked down, hand reaching for the cup, "thank yo-" then you saw it. his hand.

his awfully familiar, perfectly veiny hand, that just so happened to have 2 identical silver rings on the exact fingers gamer.lhee also frequently had ones on.

you couldn't even finish your sentence before you mumbled something along the lines of 'you had to go', before embarrassingly turning around and completely sprinting away from him.

not long after your disappearing act with heeseung you stayed on the other side of the house, hidden behind yunjin and sunoo, before you managed to make a good enough excuse to leave.

—

after you had gotten home that night, you refused to even look at his page. although that was all your mind wanted to do, to end the burning question and just try and confirm or not confirm that it was him. but you couldn't. not when it felt so possible. not when you knew you had to be in class with him tomorrow.

you attempted to get as good of a night's rest as you could. but it wasn't much, not when you basically got home at 1 am, and weren't able to shut your brain off until around 3 before you could sleep. leaving you with approximately only 5 hours of sleep the next day.

in the morning, you got ready for class, your usual almost uniform-like attire. you just prayed you'd be able to make it through the day without anyone asking about you at the party last night. and above all, not running into heeseung.

you were so embarrassed, you honestly had no clue what you would be able to say to him. it's not like the two of you interacted much, anyways. so why would it be different? yea! it will be fine!

besides before the conversation you two had at the party, you weren't even aware you shared the same literature and physics class, meaning he probably typically sat far across the room from the spot you always sat in. so in theory, all you had to do was try and focus and not think about whether you could feel his eyes lingering on you or not.

however you did not plan for what you saw when you walked into your literature class. lee heeseung, already there, sitting in your chair. sure, there wasn't technically, 'assigned seats' but everyone in the class knew, you sat in that spot every single class.

karma. you weren't sure what for, but this had to be some kind of cruel form of karma. you stood in the doorway for a little too long, to where students now had to nudge past you to get inside the classroom. you were just trying to think of any possible way out of this interaction. but you couldn't avoid him forever. you took a deep breath, fully aware your cheeks had definitely started to turn pink, before walking over to your seat.

heeseung instantly looked up at you with a smirk painting his face, "what? i just figured I'd see how the class president's view of the classroom looks." he shrugged.

"well... now that you've tested it out, could i possibly have my seat back?"

"i don't know... now that i've tried it out, i realized how nice the view is... plus, i'm not doing that great in this class, i think maybe sitting closer will help me with my notes~"

"but-"

"well the seat right next to me is open, you should sit there. you don't mind if i just have yours for the day, right?"

he still wore the same playful smirk on his face, only leading to your face heating up more by the second. you briefly took a look around, at the room, and then the clock. noticing how it was only a couple minutes until the class was starting, and pretty much every empty seat had already filled except for the one next to heeseung.

you sighed and set your books down on the desk, and reluctantly took a seat next to him. before you could even appreciate the shared silence between you two for not even a minute,

"y'know, i didn't really expect you to be the type to ghost a guy mid-sentence."

you gulped and tried to come up with some better excuse but you had nothing.

"yea... um i'm really sorry about that, i don't usually do that or anything.."

he raised his eyebrows curious as to the actual reason to why you ran off, but he didn't push further, instead he chose to use it to tease you.

he chuckled lightly, "don't worry about it, you looked cute running away from me"

he said so matter-of-factly that your jaw almost dropped before you heard the professor speaking, causing the class to finally silence.

"ok class, everyone phones away"

the rest of class, you could barely focus. which was completely unlike you. you couldn't stop thinking about the words.. "pretty", "cute" replaying on loop in your head. as much as you wanted to just pay attention, you couldn't, not when he was only a couple feet away from you.

he easily took note of it too. subtly glancing over at your dazed, flustered expression throughout the entire class.

thankfully, the rest of the class no other words were exchanged. no more teasing or flirty remarks, you finally felt a bit of relief like that was the worst of what would come out of today. but heeseung, he had other plans, he was just starting. this was only your first of three shared classes of the day and his main goal was just to get your attention in every single one.

your next class, you got a break. and then it was on to the two last classes of the day, both of which you shared. economics, and physics.

when you got to your economics class, you took a look around, noticing he wasn't there yet. you quickly took your seat in your usual spot before yunjin joined on your left side.

"ugh, i am so tired," she whined to you,

"tell me about it..." you muttered underneath your breath. the class slowly filled as you chatted with your best friend for the remaining time before the class started. getting so distracted you forgot about heeseung. it wasn't until a little while into class, you heard a familiar voice whispering in your ear. your eyes went wide.

"hey, what page were we on again?"

heeseung. you had been so distracted you failed to even notice heeseung had came in and sat directly behind you.

you carefully turned your head just a little before realizing how close his face was to yours. "um-.. it's 32" you quickly whispered directing your attention back to the front of the room.

"thanks, pretty" he winked before leaning back into his own chair, smiling satisfied.

the heat instantly rose to your face upon hearing the familiar nickname again. the same one that ignited a visceral reaction within you that night at the party, due to the familiarity of the tone, the voice.

the remainder of the class, he continued making up excuses to teasingly lean over, whispering into your ear and your best friend was nothing short of intrigued.

as soon as the professor turned away from the class his lips were practically pressed up against your ear and you felt like you were going insane.

"hey, i missed that part, could i take a quick look at your notes?" he hummed quietly, face so close to yours you could feel his hot breath fanning your ear.

"s-sure, just.. quick" you muttered quietly afraid of being caught speaking while your professor was still mid-lecture.

you carefully passed your notebook over your shoulder, his hands taking it from yours, purposely brushing his fingers over yours in the process. - anxiously tapping the floor with your foot, waiting for him to give it back to you.

"are you almost done?" you slightly leaned to the side, whispering, as the professor had turned around and continued speaking, and you were anxious to have your notebook returned.

"yea, you want it back?" the boy smirked, not that you could see, but you could feel it through the smugness in his voice.

"say please~."

he cannot be serious. "what..?"

"just say please"

you sighed, ignoring the hammering of your heart against your chest.

"please?" you whispered, looking straight forward. but it was more than enough. right as the professor turned away for a brief second, he leaned over enough to place your notebook back onto your desk.

looking down, you quickly made yourself busy, continuing to take notes and try to stuff down all the emotions flowing through your body. that's when you noticed a tiny note written in the corner of your paper.

you look cute when you're blushing. ;)

and just like that you were sure your face was now completely red.

"hey are you okay?" yunjin leaned over noticing how red you were.

"yeah, i'm just hot.. it's a little hot in here" you muttered before removing your sweater.

thankfully the class was nearing the end, finally. as soon as the class was dismissed you quickly packed up your bag and grabbed yunjin's hand rushing the both of you out of the classroom.

"so... what the hell was heeseung doing all up in your space the whole class??"

"i don't know!"

"oh my god, that's why your face was red! you were blushing! do you have a crush on him?? since when?!"

"shut up!" you whispered trying to keep her from practically yelling about this in the hallway. "no! i don't, so since never."

"okayy well can't say the same for him..~" she giggled and you hit her arm.

"shut up. you're imagining stuff." you huffed before the both of you made it into your physics classroom.

this time you were determined to make sure he couldn't sit near you. quickly hopping into the seat next to jake and instructing yunjin to sit on your other side, before you also waved sunoo over, who had just come walking in the door to sit behind you. a sigh of relief left your mouth, seeing how all the seats in your close proximity had already been filled.

you hadn't even noticed heeseung walking in, and taking the seat across from yunjin.

"hey y/n!" jake smiled at you and your gaze lifted greeting him back with a friendly smile.

"hey jake!" - "how was the party last night? everyone was surprised to see you there, did you have fun?"

"oh yea, it was fun.. i guess, - not exactly my thing though." you chuckled quietly before continuing your friendly chit-chat with jake before the class eventually came to a start.

jake was easy to talk to. you two weren't exactly close, but closer than you and heeseung. jake was really good at physics. everyone knew that, so there were a few times he helped you out by offering a few quick study sessions after school at the library. so naturally the two of you did talk when it came to this class.

thankfully, the rest of this class went by smoothly. it was just about nearing the end before the professor announced you would be doing a partner assignment.

"so, pick someone to pair up with. this will be due next week, so please make sure to schedule some time outside of class to work on this with your partner. once you have chosen, before you leave today, just come write down your partnership!"

before you could think,

"hey, do you wanna be partners?" jake smiled, turning to you. and you almost sighed in relief. though yunjin, who had also turned to you, rolled her eyes.

"sure! honestly, i could use some extra help with this unit.. " you smiled to him before the two of you walked to the front of the class to write your names down.

none of which went un-noticed by heeseung. practically burning holes into his friends back. before he could stare any longer he got a backup plan in mind, turning to your best friend just before she had turned to sunoo. "hey, yunjin, do you wanna be partners?"

she was caught off guard at first but then she put 2 and 2 together figuring this was some effort to still get close to you. "sure" she smiled and sunoo rolled his eyes dramatically.

"ugh, i hate you both, you are both the worst." he pouted before turning to sunghoon, "sunghoon, do you have a partner?"

the boy pushed up his glasses before looking up "uh, no?"

"ok, now you do, come on," he said giving him almost no room to even argue before they both walked up to the front together as well.

after all of you had written down your partnerships you all exited the lecture hall agreeing to go to the library so you guys could plan what days you needed to get together to work on the assignment.

"y'know, why don't we all just get together at our house and we can all work together? heeseung was quick to suggest as soon as you all sat down.

"don't the three of you also share a dorm already?" he asked pointing to you yunjin and sunoo to which you all nodded.

"so, since jake, sunghoon, and i share a place and ours is bigger than a dorm, we should all just meet up together there." all of you looked around to see what everyone thought, and it was quickly agreed upon that that was a good idea.

not that you agreed necessarily, but you were quickly outnumbered, on top of that yunjin's enthusiasm was utterly confusing. you all agreed to meet up on friday to work on the assignment. all of you exchanging numbers before going on your separate ways.

—

the next few days rolled around and heeseung seemed to have let down on his teasing for a little bit, and thank god. because you were already stressed about friday the rest of the week. then, thursday came around. your phone dinged as you lay in your bed rolling around on your phone, seeing the notification pop up,

gamer.lhee is live now!

you hadn't even been on his page since the party last sunday. but you couldn't even deny how much you missed it without more time to think, you joined the stream.

you sat up feeling the heat rising to your face, he was fully clothed, the angle just showing his lap and his hands fidgeting with his rings while he chatted with those on the stream.

blushy.baby has entered the chat

"hi blushy.baby, welcome in~" he chuckled to himself, reading the username. oddly or maybe not, it reminded him of you. "cute username, reminded me of someone,"

who??

maybe he has a girlfriend?

maybe a crush?

the comments started rolling in, causing him to chuckle a bit more. "no, i don't have a girlfriend," he clarified, but carefully neglected the ones regarding if he had a crush or not. causing you to try and swallow the lump in your throat. intently watching between the screen and the chat room.

"blushy baby, joins but never talks~ is it because you're shy and blushy~?"

you felt the air get caught in your throat, hearing him single out your username. making your head spin, could he... know? fuck. no! i mean, it's probably not even lee heeseung. like you said, there's no way.

"it's okay, it's cute, i have a thing for cute shy girls." he hummed

blushy.baby: really?

"yes, something about.. about them, i don't know,.. maybe i have a corruption kink." he chuckled darkly before trailing off again ", proud of you for finally commenting something, baby. keep it up, yeah?"

and just like that you carefully squeezed your thighs together. fuck. it wasn't until now, when the comments were so direct, so personal, that you realized how much you loved hearing praises from him. if there was any way to keep you commenting, this was it.

blushy.baby: i will if you keep talking to me like that...

"oh yea?, you like being praised baby, hm? "

"- i was wondering what i should do for today's stream... maybe we can do some praising. maybe some guided masturbation? what do you pretty dolls think?"

the chat instantly sped up with enthusiasm and he chuckled at the eagerness.

"you're gonna be good for me, right?" he hummed his hand lightly grazing over his crotch area where you should start to see the outline of his boner growing.

"alright, now be a good girl for me and take off your pants first hm? dont worry ill follow along." he said as he carefully lifted his hips up in his chair before pulling down his pants leaving him in just his boxer briefs.

like you were put under some sort of trance, you set your phone down against your pillow before lifting your own hips and pulling down your pajama shorts leaving you in just your underwear.

"thats it, just like that," he hummed satisfied, and it almost felt like he could see you. like it was just you and him.

"okay, now leave your panties on, just touch outside for me, hm? just like this" his hand slowly started to stroke the outline of his hardened cock through the strained fabric of his boxers.

and you did the same, slipping your hand down cupping yourself, feeling the moistened material of your underwear clinging to your skin already. letting out a small helpless mutter.

"you're already wet for me arent you? dirty slut."

the sudden use of such degrading words, mixed with his still soft tone, and praises l make your hips shudder. you liked that too... really liked it.

"its ok though, b',cus you're my pretty little slut~, aren't you?" he cooed before letting a small deep chuckle breathe past his lips. he continued, painstakingly slowly stroking himself, the wet patch from his pre-cum leaking out now evident, only soaking you more as you stared at the screen and continued to palm yourself.

"ok lets get rid of these now too, they are in the way." he lifted his hips again just enough to slowly pull down his boxers simultaneously also pulling his shirt over his head. letting his big, stiff and hardened cock hit his stomach as it sprang out.

"look what you do to me.." he grabbed himself in his hand making sure the camera got a good angle of his angry red tip, leaking of pre-cum. "wish i could see what i do to you..." he hummed slowly starting to stroke himself.

on the other side of the screen you were practically drooling just at the sight. your hips needily rutting against your hand. before you too removed the last remaining of your clothes.

"go on, touch yourself." his voice was low and demanding. and it didn't take long for your fingers to slowly start circling your clit.

"mm, thats it baby" he hummed. "now, i want you to imagine its my fingers ok? not yours, mine touching you."

you gulped and closed your eyes doing just as he said and the second you let your imagination roam the better it felt. imagining what his large hands, long fingers would feel like all over you. having the precision that you lacked deeply.

"good girl." - "faster."

at this point, you could barely suppress the whines leaving your mouth, but fearing your roommates would hear you, you turned your head to the side muffling the sounds into the pillow as best you could.

"fuck, i wish i was inside you right now. wanna fuck your tight little cunt." he moaned lowly. and little did you know, the entire time he was thinking about you. about fucking you.

the dirtiness of the words made your brain start to feel weird and fuzzy. your pussy fluttered clenching helplessly around nothing. not even your fingers because still, you had yet to venture into doing anything other than stimulating your clit.

"fuck. im gonna cum. you wanna cum for me, hm baby?" his hand sped up the squelching sounds from the way he was fucking himself into his hand were pounding in your earbuds.

you mindlessly nodded your head as if he could see you, feeling the knot in your stomach building, you were so close.

"lets cum together, yeah? i wanna cum inside you." the sheer thought of that alone sent you flying over the edge the second the words left his lips.

and just like that he started to reach his high as well. imagining what it would feel like to stuff you full. "oh fuck, yes, im coming.." his moans got louder and you continued to rub messy circles on your clit as you rode out your high, your legs and hips shaking and squirming beneath your own touch.

your eyes fluttered open as you slowly started coming down from your immense high. seeing the lewd image on the screen, hee's hand still wrapped around his cock, messy, with cum dripping down everywhere.

"good girl, you did so good for me, pretty." he hummed sweetly. and in that moment you heard it again. not gamer.lhee, lee heeseung. 'pretty'.

it was him.

the sound rang in your ears all you could think about was what it would actually be like to actually be on the receiving end of those words. not through a screen. not to the thousands of others watching him. but to you and only you.

not long after that, the stream ended. leaving you with a world-wind of emotions. but it was already so late. you didn't have time or honestly even the capacity in your brain after all of that to think. you carefully cleaned yourself up before getting back into your bed and passing out almost immediately from exhaustion.

how the fuck. where you going to face him tomorrow.

—

the next morning when you finally woke up, you felt so nervous about the day that you felt physically sick. after the stream last night, it only strengthened your theory on whether or not gamer.lhee was lee heeseung.

you were almost sure of it. and there was no way you could face him today. but yet, you had to.

situation being what it is, you devised a plan, well. kinda. the plan basically entailed ignoring heeseungs presence at all costs. just focus on the project and jake. easy enough, right?

after the day of classes went by, you and your two best friends returned to your shared dorm to get ready before heading over to the boy's house.

"ok, what should we wear?" yunjin spoke almost excitedly as if you were going out to hang out with friends, not work on some boring assignment.

"um... i was gonna wear sweats? what is that not appropriate study attire?" you asked as you walked together through the dorm,

"no that's perfectly appropriate! that's what i was gonna wear too!" sunoo was quick to reassure you only to receive an elbow in the side from yunjin. "OW! what was that-" he rolled his eyes and clutched his side dramatically while giving him a face before continuing with you.

"like sweatshirt and sweatpants?"

"yes?"

"no."

"no?"

"no. how about sweats and a cropped baby tee? still cute but comfy!"

"what is up with you?? why do you care what i wear to work on a school project??" you quickly nipped back at her, unlike your usual demnor, but you were getting slightly irritated, confused as to what the reason for all of this was.

"ok seriously? y/n. heeseung has literally been flirting with you ever since the party, are you that clueless?? i saw all of it in class. plus pretty much all of his friends were eating you with their stares as well. and well, they are all hot. this is your chance!!"

"my chance for what exactly?" you questioned noticing the sudden warmth that had risen to your cheeks. quickly turning away as both of them followed into your room.

"like i don't know, a boyfriend, a sex friend? so many possibilities.." she giggled but not in the way that she was joking, in the way that she was completely and utterly serious. "and that means you admit it right? he was flirting with you!"

"you're crazy. and i don't know! ok! i don't know what's going on with him lately, he's being weird." you obviously were trying to deflect because you obviously couldn't believe let alone admit any of this yet.

"just trust me ok, ill be the best wing-woman, just let me help." she pleaded.

"no, not tonight i need to focus, i need to get a good grade on this project."

yunjin sighed dramatically. "ugh. fine, but you are wearing what i said. i won't interject anything, but the outfit I'm just gonna test a theory ok?"

"whatever.." you finally gave in, just hoping it would make her shut up, and it did. for now at least.

the three of you all got ready which didn't entail all that much since you were already coming from class. you changed into a pair of low-rise baggy grey sweats that pooled at your ankles and paired it with a basic white baby tee that was practically skin tight, just slightly cropped showing the tiniest bit of your stomach. leaving your hair down you fixed your already practically perfect curls, before touching up your flawless makeup.

"you guys ready?" you walked out into the living room finding sunoo, yunjin not far behind.

"yup!"

by the time you guys arrived at the boy's shared house, it was around 4:30pm. yunjin carefully knocked on the door and you anxiously shifted on your feet fidgeting with your school bag before the door was answered. it was jake. you sighed a little in relief.

"hey guys! come on in!" the fluffy-haired boy smiled and the three of you entered into the shared home.

"the guys are in the living room, it's pretty big so we figured we could all just work in there or if it's too loud we can split up around the house, i don't know whatever you guys think works we are cool with!"

jake smiled before leading you all to the living room, not before he got a nice look at you though. he hadn't really taken the time to notice how pretty you were. not until the party when everyone saw you outside of your school persona. but seeing you in his house, in daylight, in casual clothes you looked adorable.

once you reached the living room everyone started to greet each other slowly taking seats around. but as soon as you stepped foot in there you could feel a particularly heavy gaze set on you. heeseung.

you didn't even look at him but you knew it was him. and it was. he didn't even hold back the small lip bite as his eyes drank in your figure from top to bottom only to be brought back to reality when your best friend stepped in front of him.

there was a few other figures lingering around as well. it was jay and jungwon. i guess they didn't need a reason, this is their house but it felt a little strange before the two of them talked. just chatting and letting everyone know they were around if anyone needed help finding anything or food. it was clear though to most that they were just curious, as to what was going on, and more so who was in their house right now.

after everyone got sort of settled in different areas of the room, you and jake took a spot in the corner with some pillows on the floor and spread out your notes and textbooks. "so, did you look over any of the requirements yet?" jake spoke softly,

"oh, uh, no... not yet sorry.." your tone was quickly guilt-ridden and worried before jake was quick to reassure you.

"no, no problem at all, i already did so you didn't have to." he smiled, getting out the instructions given by your professor. "ill just give you a small run-down, and then we can work together on the rest, sound good?" you nodded.

"oh and let me know if im going too fast or you don't understand something, not that you won't... you are like the top student of the school. but just in case y'know,... i know physics isn't your favorite, so honestly, i don't mind doing most of the work!" he smiled reassuringly and for some reason it almost made you blush. you weren't sure exactly why, maybe because you two were finally in such close proximity alone together.

either way, what you hadn't noticed was how heeseung noticed. everything. his jaw was clenched starting holes into jake and you before yunjin brought him back to reality.

"ok, heeseung, could you stop eye-fucking y/n for at least like 5 seconds?"

"what?" heeseung looked back at her barely even acknowledging what she said.

"i agreed to be your partner, god knows why because i know you actually suck at this class, so come on please lets just get something done."

"oh yea... sure, sorry.." he sighed and redirected his focus to the papers infront of him.

about and hour and a half went by and everyone kept to themselves, or moreso, their partnerships. trying to get as much done as possible, before inevitably needing some sort of break.

"my brain hurts..." you whined slightly rubbing your temples. earning a small chuckle from jake.

"we make a pretty good team though, huh? look were almost done in one day!" he gestured down at your work proudly and heeseung overheard the whole thing, getting irritated he walked over to the two of you.

"hey y/n you okay?" your heart dropped hearing the framilar voice, slowly looking up to meet his face.

"oh yea... im fine" you muttered and jake looked up confused as well at the boys sudden approach.

"i just saw you rubbing your head, does it hurt? i have some tylenol if you need some,"

"oh shit, does it? i thought you were just joking around, let me go get some-" jake quickly went to stand up,

"no no!! im fine seriously, i think i just need some water and a snack or something, thats all!"

"say less," jake smiled getting up before offering his hand to help you off the ground aswell, earning a heavy eyeroll from heeseung.

"come on ill show you where we keep the best snacks" he smiled and gently brushed his hand across your lower back guiding you to the kitchen with him. a framilar feeling from when heeseung did the same exact thing to you at the party.

which heeseung instantly noticed and pissed him off even further.

"snacks? hell yea fuck this " sunghoon instantly stood up and so did the others everyone gravitating towards the kitchen for a small snack break.

heeseung followed closely behind the two of you, before he stopped biting his tongue, and decided he had enough of jakes hands on you.

heeseung swiftly came up behind jake,

"hey sim, pretty sure this project doesnt require such a hands-on approach." he glared before turning his direction towards you. jake just looked at his friend confused at the sudden passive aggressive comment.

"you good? you don't need jake to babysit you, right?" heeseung stepped between the two of you creating enough space between the two of you for his comfort. grabbing you a bottle of water from the fridge. "here, and let me know if your head gets worse and you need the tylenol, hm?"

heeseungs sudden attentiveness had your heart racing and your stomach fluttering. and the tension between him and jake was palpable now. you tried to make sure to maintain your composure (you weren't.)

because when you reached out to take the water bottle from his hand you instantly had flashbacks to last night. that hand, his hand, his voice, him. you nearly dropped it when the boy caught it and handed it to you again "careful there pretty, you sure you're okay? –" he leaned in subtly enough to where it wouldn't look suspicious. "or do i just make you nervous" he smirked quickly pulling back before casually taking a seat.

the others were all already sitting around the kitchen table, snacks in hand chatting and eating. You took a seat in the only empty chair, almost as if it was intentional, the only seat open was between both jake and heeseung. You reluctantly sat down anxiously sipping on your water, almost completely silent as the rest of the group chatted among themselves.

"wait, guys i have an idea.." yunjin suddenly speaks up and the misciclanious chatter quiets. "lets play a game... y'know, as a break while were here, - how about truth or dare?"

everyone looks around but it doesnt take but a couple seconds for everyone to agree. partially because all of you were so bored, but mostly because it gave everyone an excuse to procrastinate for a little while longer.

"i'm down" jake and sunghoon immediately responded in which heeseung followed.

"can we play too?" jay and jungwon walked up hearing the commotion from the kitchen.

"the more the merrier!" sunoo clapped his hands excitedly and you almost let your whole head fall on the counter hoping it would hit hard enough to knock you out.

"who wants to go first?"

"ill go!" jungwon quickly volunteered

"ok, truth or dare jungwon?" yunjin asks sitting up on her elbows.

"truth"

"If you had to survive the zombie apocalypse with one person in this room, who would it be?"

jungwon sighed as he looked around thinking deeply about his answer.

"shit... i dont know i feel like im probably fucked with all of you to be honest but, maybe jay or jake? I know jay can fight, and well jake is studying in healthcare so he could probably help keep me alive.."

"yess sirr!" jake chuckled and posed proudly while jay laughed, nodding.

"ok sure, but don't make it seem like i just go around beating people up won..."

the rest of the group went back and forth between some light hearted and casual truths + dares. heeseung, casually pulled out his phone, opening his twitter and deciding to tweet an update to his account as he frequently would. but it was weird,

at the exact same time he tweeted, your phone which was upside-down next to your arm buzzed. weird.

i mean obviously everyone gets notifications, he shouldn't have thought that much of it, but the timing was so perfect. he decided to send another one, and surely enough, your phone buzzed again. his eyebrows immedialty raised. no fucking way.

gamer.lhee: ??

he tweeted a third time, just a random series of question marks and right on time, your phone buzzed, a third and fourth time. and there you were, completely oblivious as to what was happening. too busy listening to the others playing the game to even notice your phone buzzing on the table.

he really had no way to prove it but he had to try. and the fact you were all playing truth or dare made it even easier. he quickly set his phone down and re-focused his attention to the rest of the group.

"ok, heeseung, you haven't gone yet, truth or dare" yunjin smirks and you can only pray to god she doesn't say anything stupid, but you know her.

"truth"

"who in this room would you trust the most with a secret?"

perfect.

"y/n." heeseung quickly and casually responds, to which his best friend gasp offenedly.

"dude are you serious, in a room full of your best friends??" jake scofs

heeseung shrugs, "i don't know, something just tells me that y/n is really good at keeping secrets."

you immediately turned your head, feeling your heartbeat quicken, so fast that it had you debating if you would go into cardiac arrest. why... how.. why would he,,.. why would he say that??? he can't know. how would he know.

you just looked up at him flustered and confused and he just shrugged again keeping the same smug smirk on his face. "am i wrong?" he asked but this time quiet and directed at you.

"ok my turn to ask!" sunoo shouted excitedly, seeing that the questions and dares were starting to pick up in the heat.

"y/n, truth or dare?"

your eyes widened like a warning towards sunoo instantly. what best friends they are. you were practically begging him with your look to go easy on you but you knew he wasn't.

you rubbed your temples trying to gauge which choice would be less lethal. truth, right?

"truth, i guess.."

"ok, when was the last time you thought about kissing someone..." he pauses briefly before finishing the question, "- in this room?"

your face said everything.

"oh?" sunghoon raised his eyebrows curiously as pretty much everyone in the room, except for 3 people seemed surprised. yunjin, sunoo, and heeseung. who wore a smug smirk on his face.

"oh? so, recently then?" sunoo teases further only causing your face to redden even more.

jake quickly also turned his attention to you, although he didn't want to make you even more embarrassed, so he said nothing. just sat in silence wondering who it could be. feeling a slight twinge of jealousy.

"n-no.." your voice quickly betrayed you as your words stumbled out in a stutter. "i don't, i mean, - i haven't thought about,.. kissing, anyone! , ever!"

"you are literally such a bad lair." yunjin scofs

jake quickly noticed how red your face was, and whilst heeseung was relishing in your flustered state, jake quickly took it into his hands to help his partner out of the situation.

"ok my turn, no one has asked me yet!" jake says to the group eyes starting to re-direct to the boys.

"ok, truth or dare jake" jay quickly replies

"dare"

"do your best impression of one of us"

jake carefully looks around before his eyes locked on his target for a second. jake proceeds to sassily cross his arms and roll his eyes hard, before giving jay a nasty side eye. collectively everyone started laughing

"sunoo." the group almost said in unison, as they continued laughing at jakes sassy impression of sunoo.

"hey!" sunoo snapped back but he couldn't even argue as it was completely accurate.

"ok, seriously though this was fun, we should get back to working now though," jake says while others boo and sigh

"hey i never said we couldn't continue this another time?" the rest of the group agreed and everyone went back into their spots in the living room.

everyone slowly got back into working on their projects and jake could tell your mind was elsewhere, so he without asking took on most of the work finishing up the project.

"hey y/n? can i ask you something?"

you turned quickly meeting the boys gaze,

"sure, what is it?" he paused for a minute before he asked you quietly, wanting to make sure no one overheard.

"is there something going on between you and heeseung?"

you eyes widened taken aback by jakes question,

"no, why..?" you quickly responded

"oh, i dont know, it just kinda seems like theres something going on between the two of you lately..."

"theres not! well.." you paused as you thought back to the night of the party. maybe he already told the guys what happened?

"well?"

"did he ever tell any of you what happened at the party?"

jake raised his eyebrows and shook his head, "no, did something happen between you two at the party?"

"no! well sorta... i just, he offered me a drink and i said yes and then i sorta.... ran away.."

you looked down fidgeting with your fingers. honestly you found jake easy to open up too. he was someone who was easy to talk to and instantly made anyone feel comfortable in his presence. so it wasnt hard to be truthful with him. it felt nice honestly.

its not like you couldn't talk to your best friends, its just that, you knew as soon as you did it would make it real. because they would encourage you, and you weren't exactly sure if thats what you wanted yet. with jake, he just was there to listen.

"why? - i mean, whyd you run away?"

"honestly... i dont know" you lied. obviously you couldn't tell him the full truth. you couldn't tell anyone.

"hey, well, if you ever need someone to talk to know that im around" he smiled warmly before playfully reaching over and ruffling your hair.

"i know yunjin and sunoo are great but its obvious they aren't always the most subtle people..." jake chuckled to which you did as well.

"yea, tell me about it."

"im here to listen, and i promise anything you tell me ill keep to myself." he smiled and you could tell he was being genuine.

"thanks jake" you smiled back warmly

"hey, at least we got the project done! no one else seemed to finished today. i bet we will get a 100%" he smiled bumping your arm and heeseung took note of the giggles and closeness clenching his jaw.

"you like her, dont you?"

heeseung snapped his head back to yunjin,

"is it that obvious?"

"hm, not really, well to me yea, but i dont think anyone else has noticed."

heeseung sighed as he admitted his feelings for the first time ever.

"good luck with that, she hasnt dated anyone since like middle school."

"so are you gonna help me out or what?"

"eh, maybe,– maybe if we get a good grade on this assignment."

heeseung sighs like hes doomed bc he knows whatever grade the both of them got on the project would be purely based off if yunjin knew what she was doing, because he did not.

"you are such an idiot, why do you think i agreed to be your partner when she partnered up with jake? its obvious that was the only reason you even asked me. "

"thanks," he smiled

"yea yea, whatever, u should probably hurry up, looks like jake thinks he has some sort of a chance too," she said and both of them shifted their direction to the two of you.

heeseung clenching his jaw as he saw the way jakes hand brushed over your arm.

"does she like him?" he asked gaze still fixated on the both of you.

"no idea, she doesnt talk about any of that, shes always so focused on school i havent heard anything about her having a crush in years."

the conversation slowly simmered out and heeseung got another idea as he saw you finally open your phone. he quickly pulled up his twitter account before tweeting again

gamer.lhee: "you watching me, angel?"

your face immediately turned red seeing the notification, clicking on it and seeing the previous ones. that's when it clicked. the whole time your ringer had been on. he was testing you. he knows.

you quickly stood up and excused yourself to the bathroom, something that was seeming to become a habit now. heeseung followed behind before his arms cornered you against the hallway wall.

"heeseung, what are you-"

he leaned in, dangerously close, lips almost brushing against your ear.

"do you also get this flustered when you watch me at night too?"

- tbc.

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obsessive - billie eilish x fem!reader

warnings: pure smut (its so filthy im sorry in advance), dom!billie, sub!reader, strap (r!receiving), riding, dirty talk, degradation, choking, established relationship

an: im back!!! im sorry i haven’t posted in a hot minute. my gf was here for a week and then i just worked 6 days in a row and im feeling bleh. no plot at all, also loosely inspired by obsessive - chase atlantic. enjoy! mwah!!! (i wrote this high off an edible, please ignore any mistakes)

18+ minors dni!!!

1.5k words

You pull up to Billie’s place just as the sun starts dipping below the horizon, casting an amber glow over the quiet neighborhood. You park your car in her driveway, getting out of your car and locking it. You adjust your skirt before making your way to her door, getting ready to knock before the door swings open.

Billie stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame, her piercing blue eyes dragging over you slowly, deliberately. She doesn’t speak right away, she just takes her time looking, the tension thick already.

You shift under her gaze, a slow smirk creeping onto your lips. “You gonna let me in, or just stand there staring?”

Billie huffs out a laugh, “You’re wearin’ that on purpose.” Her voice is low, slightly raspy, a dangerous edge to it.

You glance down at yourself, feigning innocence. The tight plaid skirt clings to your hips, riding up slightly when you move, and paired with the fitted top you chose, it’s clear you were aiming for a reaction.

“And if I am?” you tease, stepping past her into the house.

The door shuts behind you with a soft click, and before you can take another step, Billie’s already on you. Her hands grip your waist, pulling you flush against her, and that’s when you feel it—hard, thick, pressing against your ass, through the fabric of her baggy shorts. Your breath catches and Billie notices.

“You feel that?” she murmurs, her voice low, almost a growl. She shifts her hips slightly, just enough to make sure you feel her strap.

Your hands blindly reach around to the back of her neck, tugging her head down into your shoulder. Billie leaves a trail of kisses up the side of your neck, breathing in your intoxicating scent. She presses even closer, her mouth hovering just over your ear. “Knew you’d show up dressed like this,” she continues, her tone dark and teasing. “Lookin’ all pretty, actin’ like you didn’t want me to fuckin’ ruin you.”

You whimper at her words, your thighs pressing together, seeking some kind of friction. Billie’s grip tightens on your waist, keeping you exactly where she wants you. “What’s wrong, baby?” she purrs, grinding against you just slightly, making your breath catch in your throat. “This what you wanted?”

You nod, but it’s not enough for her. Her fingers dig into your hips as she rolls them forward again, letting you feel the outline of her strap again. “Nah,” she mutters, her lips brushing your jaw. “Say it.”

A blush creeps up on your cheeks, turning your upper half a soft pink shade as you whisper out. “I wanted this.”

Billie groans, low and rough. “Fuckin’ knew it.” She smirks into your neck, biting down and sucking hard, expertly leaving a dark purple bruise. Billie pulls away, admiring her work before pulling her body off of yours, completely.

“C’mere,” she mutters, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward the living room. Her grip is firm, possessive, like she’s been waiting to get her hands on you. It had been weeks since you last saw each other, after all.

She drops down onto the couch, spreading her legs wide as she tugs you onto her lap, your thighs straddling hers. You barely have time to catch your breath before you feel the thick length of her strap pressing up between your legs.

You squirm in her lap, shifting just enough to make the strap-on rub against your clothed core, and Billie groans, gripping your hips tighter. “Fuck,” she mutters, watching you with hooded eyes. “Look at you, already grinding on it like a needy little slut. Does it feel good, pretty girl?”

You nod, biting your lip, and Billie tugs you closer, her lips brushing against your ear.

“C’mon, say it,” she whispers, her voice low and commanding. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

Heat rushes through your core as you continue to roll your hips against her strap. “Please, Billie,” you whimper, leaning forward, your lips barely brushing against hers. “I need it. Need you.”

Billie groans, low and rough, her fingers digging into your thighs. “Fuck,” she mutters. “Good girl.”

Without another word, her hands pull your skirt up higher, fingers hooking into your panties and dragging them down in one swift motion. Before you can even process Billie’s own shorts coming off, she grips your hips again and grinds your now exposed cunt down against her strap, spreading your slick against the toy.

A choked moan escapes you, and Billie grins. “Mmm, that’s my pretty slut,” she murmurs, rocking you against her in slow, deliberate motions. “So fuckin’ wet for me already.”

She leans in, lips brushing against your ear as her hands guide your movements, dragging you against her strap, making you whimper with every delicious stroke. “You’re gonna take it so well for me, aren’t you?”

You nod frantically, gripping her shoulders to steady yourself as she rolls her hips up into you, teasing your entrance.

“Yeah,” Billie groans, voice thick with need. “Let me fuck you just how you need it, baby.”

Billie reaches down and lines herself up with your entrance, kissing you deeply before lowering you down onto her strap, burying every inch of it inside you. The stretch is overwhelming, burning in the best way, and Billie just groans beneath you, her blue eyes dark with hunger as she watches it disappear inside of you.

“Fuck,” she breathes, voice rough. “Look at you.” She drags her hands up your sides, slow and deliberate, before one of her hands slides up to your throat. She squeezes just enough to make your breath stutter beneath her grip, her fingers press harder into the sides of your neck, making your eyes roll back.

“Such a good girl,” she murmurs, her lips barely brushing against yours. “Taking me so fuckin’ deep.”

Her free hand grips your hip, guiding you as you start to move, rolling your hips against her, lifting yourself up only to drop back down, making the strap fill you again and again. The sound of your breathless moans fill the room and Billie groans, her fingers tightening around your throat.

“That’s it, baby,” she rasps, watching you with hooded eyes. “Ride me just like that.”

You whimper, your body already trembling, and Billie chuckles darkly. “So fuckin’ desperate,” she murmurs, her grip tightening just slightly, cutting off your air for a brief second before she loosens her hold, letting you gasp out. “You like this, huh? Like bein’ choked while you fuck yourself on my cock?”

You nod desperately, nails digging into her shirt, fisting it between your fingers. Your eyebrows furrow in concentration, riding her with every ounce of energy you can muster up.

“Yeah, I knew you would,” Billie mutters, her free hand coming down hard on your ass, spanking you, encouraging you to continue. “You’re so fuckin’ greedy. Look at you, already shaking, and I’m not even done with you yet.”

She suddenly bucks her hips up, slamming the strap even deeper, making your whole body jolt. You let out a high pitched moan and Billie smirks, doing it again, fucking up into you now as her grip on your throat keeps you steady on her lap.

“That’s it, baby,” she groans, her voice rough, breathless. “You’re gonna come for me just like this, yeah? All over my cock?”

You groan, your body already on the edge, your orgasm quickly approaching. She loosens her hold on your neck just enough for you to suck in a desperate breath, then tightens her grip again.

“Go on,” she whispers, her other hand slipping between you, finding your clit and rubbing it in slow, tight circles. “Come for me, baby.”

She continues her relentless thrusts, the obscene sound of skin slapping on skin echoes off the walls. The pressure around your throat and the rough circles on your clit suddenly become too much as your whole body tenses with white hot pleasure, your orgasm washing over you.

Billie groans at the sight, her hand leaving your throat only to grab your waist, holding you still as she grinds up into you, dragging out every last drop of your orgasm.

“Fuck,” you mutter out, your head dropping down onto Billie’s forehead, your heavy breaths mixing with hers. She grins, stilling inside of you.

“So fuckin’ proud of you pretty girl. You did so well for me, as always.” Billie murmurs, brushing your sweat slicked hair off your face and behind your ear.

“Missed you so much,” Your hands wrap around her, pulling her closer before planting a soft kiss on her lips. She smiles into the kiss, before pulling back, taking in your wrecked appearance, a content look on her face.

“Missed you more, baby.”

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requests are open!!<3

[kxsagi]

i have so many requests in my head but i already sent two, i don’t wanna overwhelm you ☹️.i swear these are the last two..

one is a sae x reader where they’re cuddling on the couch, sae busy on his phone while reader watches one of those very dramatic and frustrating romcoms. sae acts nonchalant but he’s secretly invested in the drama and he keeps on commenting on dumb things the characters, all frustrated and pissed do until the entire drama finishes. just crack comedy with fluff where they reminiscene about their early dating days.

next is a rin x reader ofc. childhood enemies trope where reader is sae’s bestfriend and rin hates her for taking his older brother’s attention but as they grow up he starts finding her pretty, catches him remembering small details abt her etc etc and all that lovesick stuff. and when sae leaves, she’s there by his side. when sae returns, she comforts him after their fallout and stuff hehe.

i’ve made like four requests this day and feel free to take your time with them, i don’t mindd. i just wanted to submit these requests in case i forgot to later 😞🙏 hope you enjoy writing them, also don’t feel pressured to write?

“𝐬𝐚𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢: 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐜𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫)”

a/n: girl you’re FINE, receiving a lot of requests from you just shows me how much you love my works and i’m grateful!!!

(idk art credits so sorry!)

it starts with you curled up on the couch, a blanket thrown over your legs and a bowl of popcorn balanced on your lap. the tv plays yet another chaotic romcom, the kind that makes you want to chuck the remote at the screen every five minutes. the plot is the same recycled nonsense: she loves him, he’s too oblivious, and they spend two hours missing every possible opportunity to communicate like functioning adults. classic. 

meanwhile, sae sits beside you, one arm casually slung around your waist, his phone in hand, eyes fixed on the screen. his fingers lazily scroll through what you can only assume is a feed full of soccer stats, news updates, and unread texts from rin. at least, that’s what you think he’s doing. 

the truth? sae hasn’t registered a single thing on his phone for the last forty minutes. no, he’s been watching the movie. intently. but he’s not about to admit it. 

“oh my gosh, why is she running in the rain again,” sae suddenly mutters under his breath, making you glance at him with a smirk. 

“hm?” you hum innocently. “what was that?” 

he doesn’t look away from his screen, fingers still aimlessly swiping (with his weather app). “nothing.” 

liar. 

the romcom continues, and the male lead does the most objectively idiotic thing imaginable: cheating on his girlfriend with her twin (???) because of a “misunderstanding.” sae scoffs softly. you feel his arm tighten slightly around your waist. 

“this guy’s a moron,” he mutters, still feigning disinterest. “why would you cheat on someone with their twin? you talk to them. maybe confirm identities? i dunno, use your brain? maybe he could even take some advice from me, i’ll teach him how i bagged you.” 

you press your lips together, holding back a grin. sae notices the twitch of your mouth and squints at you. “what?” 

“nothing,” you echo his earlier words, eyes back on the screen. 

five minutes later, the female lead’s best friend finds out about the whole twin-cheating thing and instead of immediately telling her friend, she decides to… keep it a secret. for no reason. 

sae’s jaw clenches. he exhales sharply through his nose, locking his phone and dropping it to the couch with a thud. 

“what kind of dumbass logic is that? you’d want your best friend to know if her boyfriend’s been macking on her doppelganger. right? RIGHT?” 

he gestures at the TV with such genuine exasperation that you have to bite back a laugh. you turn to him with a teasing look. “i thought you weren’t watching?” 

his eyes narrow slightly. “i’m not.” 

sure. 

the movie barrels toward its grand finale: an overdramatic airport scene where the female lead, after all that unnecessary heartbreak, still decides to forgive her deceitful boyfriend. you glance at sae, who’s leaning forward ever so slightly, arms crossed, brow furrowed, and visibly annoyed. 

“you’ve got to be kidding me,” he mutters. “after all that?! she just takes him back? no groveling? no consequences? nothing?!” 

you snort, fully turning toward him now. “you’re so mad.” 

“i’m not mad,” he deadpans, clearly mad. “i just hate stupid writing.” 

you poke his cheek. “oh? i didn’t know sae itoshi was a romcom connoisseur.” 

he glares at you, but there’s no actual heat behind it, just the quiet indignation of a man betrayed by poor screenwriting. 

when the credits roll, you toss the popcorn bowl onto the table and stretch your arms out with a content sigh. sae, still brooding over the romcom’s stupidity, leans back against the couch and lets you flop against his chest. you can hear the faint beat of his heart, steady and soothing beneath your ear. 

“why do you even watch that crap?” he mumbles, absently running his fingers through your hair. “you get mad every time.” 

“it’s entertaining,” you murmur. “and it’s worth it to see you get personally offended by it.” 

his hand slows slightly, then comes to a full stop. 

“wait.” he pulls back slightly, tilting your chin up to look at him. his eyes narrow with suspicion. “... is that why you put it on?” 

you blink innocently. “put what on?” 

he scowls. “don’t play dumb. you watch these stupid movies just to see me get pissed off?” 

you offer a mischievous grin. “maybe.” 

sae’s mouth parts slightly in disbelief, but he doesn’t stay mad for long. in fact, his lips twitch into something almost resembling a smirk. he shifts so that you’re flat on your back and he’s leaning over you, arms braced on either side of your head. 

“you’re so annoying,” he mutters, brushing his lips over your temple. 

“mhm.” you hum, completely unaffected by his unconvincing irritation. you reach up, loosely hooking your arms around his neck. “you still love me though.” 

he exhales heavily, as if burdened by the magnitude of your nuisance, but his lips are already curving into a barely-there smile. he presses his forehead to yours and lets out a soft, reluctant chuckle. 

“unfortunately,” he murmurs, before kissing you softly, “i do.” 

and just like that, the frustrating romcom is long forgotten. 

“𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞” 

a/n: reader is sae’s best friend, but the same age as rin! 

(header art credits go to nwtrchb)

rin always hated you. 

when he was seven years old, you were sae’s best friend. the cool kid who knew all the tricks to the arcade games and somehow all the best food spots in the city. you were always there, hogging his brother’s attention, walking home with him after school, sharing inside jokes that made sae smirk in that rare, almost affectionate way. a look rin never seemed to get. 

he despised it. despised you. 

you were everything he wasn’t: easygoing, sociable, and apparently very funny if sae’s occasional chuckle was anything to go by. and rin? he was just the annoying little brother trailing behind, scowling in your shadow, wondering why sae never looked at him the way he looked at you. 

“why do you always hang out with her?” rin had once asked, arms crossed, voice sharp with childish frustration. 

“because she’s cool,” sae had shrugged, ruffling rin’s hair carelessly before leaving with you again. 

rin had glared daggers at your back until you were both out of sight. 

and that’s how it was for years. the petty glares, the sharp words, the unspoken resentment. he hated the way you seemed to effortlessly fit into sae’s world – his world. hated how you knew his brother in ways he never could. 

but then you both grew up. 

and rin’s hatred turned into something far more inconvenient. 

he first noticed it when you were twelve. you were visiting the itoshi house during one of sae’s matches, lounging on their living room floor with your legs kicked up on the couch. your hair was tousled, falling into your eyes as you glanced at the screen, wearing one of sae’s old hoodies. rin had walked in, fully intending to shoot you one of his signature scowls. 

but for some reason, he forgot how to breathe. 

he quickly looked away, scowling at the floor instead, convincing himself that he was just annoyed. annoyed that you were wearing sae’s hoodie. annoyed that you were here, again, like you always were. 

except, he wasn’t annoyed. not really. 

he realized that when, months later, you offhandedly mentioned you didn’t like grape tomatoes, and somehow, somehow, rin caught himself picking them out of his own plate without even thinking. he realized it again when you braided the hair of a younger cousin at a family gathering and his gaze lingered far too long on your fingers, meticulously weaving strands together with such gentle focus. 

he was twelve and absolutely, hopelessly doomed. 

but he kept his distance. he was still prickly, still short-tempered, still rin. he told himself it was just a passing infatuation, one he could outgrow. 

and then sae left. 

the itoshi household grew colder, quieter. rin pretended it didn’t matter, like he hadn’t lost the one constant he was always chasing after. he threw himself into soccer, training with a near-frantic desperation. but no matter how fast he ran or how hard he kicked, it didn’t fill the void sae left behind. 

but you were there. 

you didn’t smother him with pity. you didn’t tell him it was going to be okay. you just… stayed. you went to his matches. you stood at the sidelines. you bought him vending machine drinks after practice and tossed him a towel without a word. you were just there, and somehow, that was enough. 

you were there when he came home fuming after a loss, muttering insults under his breath with his fists clenched at his sides. and you were there again when he stood in the middle of his hallway, staring at the empty bedroom across from his, realizing sae wasn’t coming back anytime soon. 

you were always there, and slowly, somehow, you became his constant. 

he was sixteen when he realized he was completely, undeniably in love with you. 

it hit him like a sharp kick to the chest one evening, when he came home to find you sitting on the porch steps, waiting for him after a particularly brutal practice. your hair was slightly damp from the humidity, face illuminated by the soft orange glow of the setting sun. you looked up when you saw him, eyes warm and bright with familiarity. 

“you look like you could use some ice cream,” you had teased, holding up a small plastic bag containing his favorite flavor. 

and that was it. his heart was gone. 

but then sae came back. 

it was supposed to be a reunion, but it was nothing short of a disaster. they fought, old wounds ripping open with ease. sae was colder, more distant, and rin was bitter, angrier. the same unresolved jealousy from years ago came rushing back with vengeance, except this time, it wasn’t about who got more attention. 

it was about you. 

because sae still smiled at you the way he used to. still exchanged effortless banter, still had his rare, dry humor with you that he never spared for rin. and even though it was always platonic, always had been, it still made rin’s chest ache. 

so he walked out. stormed off, fists clenched, throat tight. 

and you followed him. 

you found him by the old soccer field, sitting on the bleachers with his arms crossed over his knees, staring blankly ahead. you didn’t say anything at first, just sat down beside him and let the silence settle. 

“he makes it look so easy,” rin muttered bitterly, eyes narrowed, voice low and raw. “like it doesn’t even matter.” 

you stared at him quietly, and after a moment, you placed a hand on his. he stiffened slightly, but didn’t pull away. 

“he misses you too,” you murmured softly, your thumb brushing over his knuckles. “he just doesn’t know how to show it.” 

rin exhaled sharply through his nose. 

“i hate him,” he said, but his voice wavered ever so slightly. 

you squeezed his hand, grounding him. 

“no, you don’t,” you whispered. 

he stared at you then, really stared at you. you were still wearing that same soft, patient expression you always had when he was younger. except now, it felt different. warmer. heavier. 

and before he could stop himself, he spoke. 

“you were supposed to be his,” rin muttered, voice barely above a whisper. his throat tightened as he squeezed your hand in his. “but you’re always here.” 

you blinked, startled by his sudden confession. but he didn’t let you go. instead, he turned his hand over, threading his fingers with yours, holding on like he was afraid you’d disappear. 

“you’re always here,” he repeated softly, as though he couldn’t believe it. 

and when you slowly, carefully leaned in, brushing your lips against his, he melted into you. everything he ever wanted but was too scared to admit, it was right there. 

and this time, he wasn’t going to let it slip away. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[leslie057]

finished a long-ish comic for @jancyweeks … now time to try and write some fic?

[zevranunderstander]

sex education is a phenomenal show with well-written representation, amazing actors, campy ideas, great character arcs and character growth and i would recommend the show to anyone, but it's just that the show also has the most boring and unlikeable main character of all time and the main plot of a season is usually the weakest plotline

[voxslays]

BREEDING — HWANG IN-HO

WARNINGS: Soft In-ho, slightly OOC, mentions of sex, pregnancy, the baby is a boy (for plot reasons), Breeding kink. A/N: I am eating, sleeping, and breathing squid games rn. It’s in my blood stream. Please give me more ideas y’all.

ꨄ After the loss of his first wife and unborn child, In-ho was completely destroyed. He thought he would never find love or have the chance to have a child of his own again…until he met you.

ꨄ While you probably fell first, In-ho would fall harder. Someone who sees a different side of him? Someone who isn’t a cold-blooded killer? He is completely whipped.

ꨄ You probably met outside the games, having no idea what your lover does for work—which he wants to stay that way…kind of. While In-ho doesn’t want you involved in his work at all, you deserve to know the truth, right?

ꨄ Will eventually tell you the truth, and couldn’t be happier when you accept him anyways. He vows to never show you the cold heartless frontman he has to be for the games.

ꨄ Once the two of you are married, In-ho goes crazy for your body. I mean you two had sex before marriage…but now? Man, he absolutely worships your body, as if you’re a goddess.

ꨄ In-ho fucks his cum into you, making sure not to waste a precious drop. He wants it to take after all. Will tell you how beautiful you would look carrying his children while he pounds into you.

ꨄ Really wants to get you pregnant and have a child with you, more than anything. So when he hears the news after returning from one of his ‘trips’ to the island, he is overjoyed.

ꨄ Makes sure your every need is met. If he can’t cater to you, he’s making sure his servants or the circle guards are waiting on your hand and foot. Only the best for his queen.

ꨄ Might even bring you to the island to keep you safe through your pregnancy. He is going to make sure both you and your baby surivive the best he can.

ꨄ Once your son is born, he can’t stop holding him. He lets the little baby wrap its hands around his finger as he gently cradles him in his arms. He may be a cold-blooded killer, but to you, he is just your warm and caring husband.

EXTRA: Your son definitely becomes the next frontman whether you like it or not. In-ho can’t help it. It runs in the family.

[meganegatari]

THE WAY YOU WRITE IS JUST SO YUMMM so yeah🧍🏻‍♀️can you write something about streamer ellie <33

☆: IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. definitelyyyy hasn't been...months...anyway. positive this is one of the worse things i've written, but didn't wanna leave you hanging forever! ngl it's pretty filthy..heh.

◇: 18+ pretend those twitch guideline things don't exist. remote control vibrator use, orgasm denial, sub-ish!ellie?? plot twist at the end bc i think im so funny. 1.6k wc. don't mind the layout of this idk what else to do...

You watch your girlfriend stream her game from your fluffy and comfortable spot on your shared bed—you observe how focused she was on her screen, how her skilled fingers were flying across the keyboard and mouse. It would certainly be a shame to disturb her in such a high tension moment but you think it over, running your finger over the small buttons of the sleek little remote in your hand.

"Yeah, yeah, got 'em! Look at that guys, I fuckin’ aced that!" Ellie rejoices in her victory, and gleefully boasts to her viewers, adjusting her microphone closer and leaning back in her chair.

You're glad you were far off camera, her fans didn't even know she was in a relationship—Ellie made it clear she wanted you to be separate from her hobbies, not because she wanted to keep you a secret, but because she wanted to keep you safe. And you enjoyed watching her stream from the sidelines like this, you saw how her personality captivated viewers and how much fun she really was. But you also enjoyed messing with her on the occasion. Like today.

"Can I watch tonight's stream again?" You asked her eagerly. "Yeah, why not? I'll be doing some tournaments and stuff though, so no distractions." Oops. You bit back a laugh. Ellie immediately sussed out the mischievous look on your face and she sighed, expecting the worst.

Then you showed her the box you've been hiding, "Please let's try, I won't click it too much, I promise." She stared at you for a whole minute, maybe more, before sighing and reluctantly agreeing, rubbing her hands all over her face. "God, fine. Just 'cause I love you. Damn you're evil."

Fast forward to now—the device was snugly inserted inside her pretty pussy, tested out to prove it does in fact work, and works well at that.

So off Ellie went to play her game, getting so caught up in everything she seemingly forgot about the device entirely. In between games she was talking to the viewers, reading the chat and joking back and forth. You decided it was a good enough time to click it so you pressed the button, only for a miniscule zap.

She jerked in her seat, gasping, but quickly recovered with a strategic cough. "Phew sorry guys, something got caught in my throat." You saw a bright berry blush spread across her face, and the way she fought to turn and throw a glare at you. This was going to be fun.

"Alright, the next round’s gonna start, we gotta lock in! Hopefully nothing pops up and this goes smoothly. I can taste the win already.” She put a certain warning tone to her voice in the last part of her sentence, you knew it was meant for you, but were you going to listen? Absolutely not. "Oh yeah chat fun fact, this old area of the map was inspired by ancient ruins just of—ah!" As if her body had a mind of its own, she squirmed in her seat and she clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle a moan when you hit it again, but this time you didn't turn it off right away. You kept it going for a few more seconds, to prolong the terribly delicious sensation.

She screwed her eyes shut tightly and held her breath until you turned it off, mumbling to her viewers about "having hiccups". "The game is starting now, so we really gotta get serious." Her voice had an unsteadiness to it only you could hear, she was keeping her composure rather well so far. But likely wouldn't be able to keep up the act for much longer. Even she has her limits.

As her match went on, she got quiet when she was focused, mashing the keys with a speed fast as sound. Of course, you hit it again, just a short one, causing a choked "guh" to escape from her lips and she twitched when you did so, her facade starting to crack. The effort to keep her voice stable was showing, she was huffing and struggling to get her words out clearly, they were laced with obvious irritation.

"Fuck missed the shot, dammit. Yeah I don't know, somethings up today, sorry guys...off my game." You decided to be nice to her until the game ended, not pressing it further or adjusting the intensity. She played for a little while longer before losing the match, leaning forward on the desk with her face in her hands. This was the perfect moment, so you cranked it up, increased the intensity to maximum, and held the button for the longest time yet, making her whine—a low, drawn out sound she couldn't stifle this time.

You could hear lots of messages being sent, pings in rapid succession, they were probably clipping that moment. Perverts, you thought. 

Her chest was noticeably heaving up and down, her legs spread as she rocks her front against the chair, and she kept her head lowered until you decreased the intensity but didn't turn it all the way off. Her hands were shaking, and her face was a vibrant cherry red, the screen even reflected the sparkle of a couple tears in her eyes.

“What? Oh, I'm just so sad about the loss guys, we were so close—hnn- so…so closeahh—I mean, we should've gotten that…” She trailed off, chewing on her bottom lip and tapping her fingers on the desk’s wooden surface. “Y’know what, I'll be right back.” She paused the stream, made triple sure her camera and microphone were turned off, then whipped around in her chair to face you, glaring silver daggers your way.

You just giggled innocently and turned the device off again. “What the fuck is wrong with you, this shit is not- not light on you at all.” Her voice was breaking, her pretty features contorted in a beautifully needy expression, eyebrows furrowed and eyes all watery. Nearly as wet as the mess in her pants. You feigned innocence and shrugged at her, “Well I didn't know it was that strong.” “You knew damn well.” She's fed up with your antics, but you have fun playing with her. She covers her face and leans back in the chair, the embarrassment in her voice the only thing you could hear, “Fuck you...turn it up again, wanna cum.”

You couldn't contain the laugh that burst forth from your chest, then said, “Only if you stream it.” The shock that flickered across her face was priceless, you wish you could have snapped a photo.

“What the fuck do you mean by that, nah forget it.”

“Hey, you gotta finish your stream either way, they're waiting. Would you wanna be so awful and deprive those darlings of your presence?”

You flash her a sugary smile, and she shoots you a murderous look again, before wordlessly scooting back to her setup, fanning herself briefly and readjusting her coppery hair.

Then she turns the stream back on. “Sorry guys, I had to get up for a second. Anyway, let's play one more game. I'm getting kinda tired today. Let's make this one count, lock in like never before.” She takes a deep breath, cracks her knuckles, and begins smacking away at the keyboard buttons. You're able to see the way she looks tense, on edge, anticipating your devilish interruption.

You debate whether you should torture her, but the answer quickly becomes clear. Click.

“Ah—fuck!” She sputters, and roughly slams her fist on the desk. The pleasure was hitting her with full force, she was in her own, lewd, world now. Her head is thrown back, back arched and hips stuttering, the release was about to sneak up on her.

You watch the scenario unfold, licking your lips and pressing your thighs together to deal with the pressure between them. Her unapologetic moans get louder, but for a second she snaps out of the trance to sit back upright, turn the stream off, before the peak hits her like a truck.

“Holy, fu—hah!!” With a squeal she cums, not caring about how fucking loud she was being, wanting to be selfishly absorbed in ecstasy.

She started to jolt around in her seat, the throes of overstimulation making her whimper like an animal in heat, it truly was a sight to behold. You wish you were in between her legs, lapping up her sweetness straight from the source, but in a way, just watching from the sidelines was satisfying enough. You'll clean her up afterward.

Finally you turned it off once and for all, and gazed at her, she was panting heavily, the post-orgasm glow making her rosy skin shimmer in the low light.

“Hmmm, thanks babe, that was so good…” She tried to talk, her head was in the clouds, but she looked at peace.

“You're a whore.” You chortled, and you two shared a laugh.

Although, a flurry of shrill sounds brought you both out of the fantasy. Ping, ping, ping.

Unfortunately she wasn't able to enjoy the aftermath of a mind-numbing session, because her eyes shot open and she began scrambling to find the source of the sound. Your stomach dropped as you watched her panic, her neuroticism infectious.

She looked at you, her eyes wider than saucers, nothing but fear in her voice, “I wasn't able to turn my mic off…”

What was she going to do now?

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[baeshijima]

mr reca fic where he’s suffering a creative slump due to the lack of good scripts (by his standards) from various screenwriters. he feels himself going positively insane with every script he’s given.

it’s too dull. it’s too predictable. this one has no creative flair whatsoever!! that one just doesn’t spark enough imagination!!!

it’s troublesome, really. some think he’s really going through it, while others believe the scripts he’s been given won’t bring him enough money. but really, who cares about monetary value when it is he who cannot even begin to picture himself enjoying the process that comes with each script?

and so that is how he finds himself wandering around aimlessly. sometimes the outdoors is necessary for the mind, and who knows? perhaps he really will find something that will give him a spark. hmm, those trees are looking a little dull. the sky overhead is too cloudy. hm? did he just hear thunder—

something collides into his chest, a choked “oof!” following soon after. he stumbles backwards a little, papers flying through the air around him. he blinks once, twice, at the sight of you on the ground, muttering something under your breath before a sharp gasp escapes you, hastily scrambling to gather the papers fluttering and strewn around.

one such paper falls into his hands. he glances over its contents, skimming through it as he goes to pass it over to you with an apology at the tip of his tongue, only to freeze.

this… this is genius! this is absolutely the pinnacle of writing!! while a little rough around the edges (as drafts usually tend to be), his once clouded mind is now clear, giving way to a blank canvas which slowly depicts the imagery your writing induces. idea after idea pours into his brain as he can visualise exactly what he wants, his body trembling and heart pounding as he insantly fixates on your panicked form still collecting all the fallen papers.

“yes… yes! this is what i was looking for! everything about this is pure artistry! the possibilities are endless, the sky is the limit!!”

this is possibly the happiest and freest he has felt in what seems like eons! seriously, compared to those other mind-numbing scripts this truly is the pinnacle of writing itself.

a laugh full of pure, unadulterated glee escapes him, careful not to crinkle the god-sent paper cradled in his palms. “you! you’re a genius!”

“i’m a wha…?”

he whirls in the direction of the source of the voice, further praises and a proposal for a collaboration on the tip of his tongue, only for his breath to catch in his throat.

you… you’re so radiant! even with that disheveled appearance and absolutely adorable confused expression you’re giving him, he never realised such beauty existed! not only does your writing fill him with endless creativity, but his pounding heart, parched throat and warming skin tells him you’re definitely the main character!

but wait! if you were to be the main character, then would that make him the main character’s love interest? surely he wouldn’t have had such a cliché meet-cute like bumping into each other if he wasn’t the love interest! but what if there is a second love interest? no, no, he can oust them…

you, on the other hand, believe you’re about to get whiplash instead of the man, baffled at how he instantly switched from a maniac to stark silence to muttering senselessly with a dreamy expression.

well, each to their own. you have more pressing matters, and that’s to quickly return home and continue fantasising before you forget the idea! but first, you have to get the last piece of paper back…

“um… sir? can i have my paper back, please?”

in an instant, he kneels in front of you. now that you’re at eye level, he certainly is very handsome. if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought this was some movie or drama plot with him as the main lead! oh, but why is he holding your hands—

“yes, i will spend the rest of my life with you.”

“…what?”

tldr; you’re just a silly writer who daydreams far too much for their own good, and somehow managed to bag top-tier director mr reca with the power of said daydreams. (his ever-growing obsession with you is concerning to say the least but, hey! what genius isn’t at least a little insane?)

[shawtuzi]

girl you know what i wanna do, i wanna rendez-rendezvous ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

pairing: plug!toji x black fem!reader

cw include: porn with a little plot, drug usage ofc, a very minuscule mention death, oral f & m receiving, unprotected sex, smacking, choking, breath-play, some squirting, spit, lots of praise bc he’s so down bad for her while they’re fucking, PUSSYDRUNK TOJIII, backshots, prone bone position, fawking from the side, creampie n i think that’s about it!!! wc: 6.4k

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“is it just a universal thing for all plugs to take for-fucking-ever to bring the weed? do they not like getting paid? this guy must really not like getting paid,” your babbling fell on deaf ears as geto and gojo focused on the game in front of them. occasionally they’d respond with a ‘uh huh’ or ‘i know right’ but this time they didn’t even have the decency to pretend to listen!

you huffed, picking at the charms on your nails, “you guys suck and so does your friend. i have plans later! i’d like to leave at a decent time to get ready.” geto whipped his head around to look at you, his brows furrowing, “i thought you were already dressed for the club…plus it’s not even dark out yet what you need to be getting ready for right now?”

“geto…wearing all fur boots? to the club? be smarter than that please,” you sighed, falling back against the couch. you whipped out your phone, sliding over the camera, “and for your information i’d like to get in a power nap before i go.” geto kissed his teeth, muttering something under his breath before his phone pinged, the sound catching your attention. before you could utter a word you were shushed by geto, a pout fell on your face as you fell back against the couch once more.

after taking a few pictures of yourself you grew bored once more—so of course you had to bother your friends some more. “so how did you guys even meet this guy? does he sell more than just weed? how long have you been buying from—”

“he’s here!”

“thank goddd! she’ll finally shut up, we won’t have to suffer any longer!” gojo tossed the controller on the table, his head falling in his hands. you grabbed your purse, taking out the money before standing. “i hate you guys i really do,” you glared at the two men before walking to the door—waiting for geto to walk out with you of course because stranger danger is very much real.

the sun was beginning to set, hues of orange, pink, and red swirling in the sky. “it’s so pretty out, i’m gonna need you to take a few pictures of me when we’re done,” you tugged down your mini skirt as you trailed behind geto.

you stood to the side as the two men talked—your curiosity getting the best of you as you peeked through the window. the windows were tinted of course, but you could still get a glimpse inside. now you didn’t know shit about cars but this was nice. “i wonder how far that seat goes back,” you mumbled to yourself, a small smile creeping on your lips. damn ovulation.

geto eventually moved to side, signaling that it was your turn. you straightened your back as you approached the window, your jaw almost dropping at the man in front of you. you nearly fell over when the first thing he said was ‘you’re pretty.’

“thank you, um, how much do i owe you again?” you asked, gripping the cash in your hand. toji looked you up in down, a smirk making its way onto his lips, “i like your tattoo.” he pointed to the area below your breast where ‘divine feminine’ was tatted across the curve in cursive. you grazed the tattoo with your manicured nail, your cheeks heating up.

toji opened the bag that contained your eighth before throwing a little extra weed in the baggie. he wrapped it up before holding it out for you, the baggie looking extra small in his big hand. “how much do you i owe—”

“it’s on me.”

now this made you really smile, your tooth gems now on display. “reallyyy?” you giggled, nibbling on your bottom lip. toji nodded, his eyes drifting to that damn tattoo again. his eyes flicked back to yours, “you just gotta do one little thing for me,” he spoke lowly, fist closing over the baggie. you stepped closer to the window, your heart pounding against your chest.

“and what’s that?” you fiddled with the end of your skirt, his intense eye contact now making you feel small.

“tell me your name, please?”

when you said it he practically swooned, his palms now feeling sweaty because he hasn’t felt this way since her. “such a pretty name…y/n….i like it,” toji licked his lips, his fist opening once more to hand you the weed. sure his hand might’ve lingered a little longer than it should’ve but you surely weren’t complaining.

“if you ever need some more please let me be the first person you come to, i wanna see you again. s’not everyday a guy comes across a pretty thing like yourself. you can get my number from sugu,” you had completely forgotten geto was waiting with you, but when you turned around he was nowhere to be found.

“must’ve went inside…eh whatever, now what were you saying?” you smiled, leaning against the car. since you were both clearly flirting you might as well give the man a little something to fantasize about. “it was very nice meeting you y/n, i hope i see you again soon,” toji gave you one last smile before pulling off, leaving you by yourself.

geto and gojo were rolling up when you came back inside, immersed in their own conversation. “you guys didn’t tell me your plug was so fucking hottttt!” you squealed, falling back into the couch, your feet kicking back and forth with excitement. “he’s so generous too….and so so cute. that scar on his lip is so sexy and he’s so big i wonder how big—”

“don’t say another word i’m begging,” gojo whined, covering his poor ears. the kissed your teeth now sitting up, “that man will be mine i’m telling you guys, he should be very scared because now i’m on the prowl.”

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unknown number: hi! is this toji?

unknown number: it’s y/n from the other day, i was wondering if you were available to bring me a little something?

toji smiled at his phone, immediately saving your number. he’d hate to even admit it to himself, but he’s been anticipating a text from you for days. he just couldn’t get you outta his head! your smile, your cute lil doe eyes, your scent. you smelt so sweet, like the most expensive candies you get out for special occasions.

you made his chest tight, his palms sweaty, and his jeans tight as fuck—he just had to have you.

toji: send me your address.

toji: i’m omw.

“oooh shit—okay okay time to lock in,” you jumped up, quickly shedding your pj’s for a cuter, yet still cozy outfit to wear for toji. you settled on an oversized knit olive colored sweater and a long brown cotton skirt—yes it was an outfit that showed less skin than you were used to but hey it’s fall and hoes do get cold sometimes! just asked you were finished up adding the rest of your jewelry your phone pinged.

toji: i’m outside.

you suddenly felt nauseous, but the good kind—the excited kind of nauseous where butterflies where swarming all around your tummy. on the walk to toji’s car you held your chin up with confidence, the bracelets on your wrist dangling as you damn near strutted to the man’s car.

toji rolled the window down, a cloud of smoke swirling out of the window. “hey girl, how’re ya?” toji asked, setting the blunt he was smoking aside. you giggled, bending down to lean against the window.

“hi tojiii! m’doin’ good? you?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. toji hummed, shrugging his shoulders, “i’m okay, just been working.” it was silent for a few beats before he spoke again:

“i’m glad you texted, took you long enough,” he chuckled as he bagged up your weed, not even bothering to scale it. out of instinct your brought your hands to your cheeks, the coolness of your hands bringing you some relief. he just made you so beside yourself and for what???

“well now that you have my number maybe you could drop by and we could just, you know, hangout?” there you went again giving him those doe eyes as you asked your question in the sweetest voice. toji sealed up the baggie and held it out for you, “i’d like that a lot y/n.” the way your named rolled off his tongue felt so right.

as you both continued to talk toji could notice you were shivering despite wearing that big ass sweater. “do you wanna sit in here for a minute? finish this with me?” he asked holding up the half smoked blunt. you nodded with zero hesitation, quickly making your way to the passenger side. you were immediately met with warmth as you got in the car, your body relaxing into the heated seat.

“if this sounds too rude you don’t have to answer and i apologize if it does but….how old are you? i’m not saying you look real old or anything you just look, like, more mature,” you fingers anxiously tapped against your thighs, itching to grasp at the muscles practically bulging from his compressed t-shirt.

toji laughed. not just a little chuckle or breath through the nose, but a real genuine laugh. it was amazing to say the least.

“believe it or not i’m thirty four,” he gave you a toothy grin before sparking the blunt. your eyes nearly popped out of your head at his words. this man??? thirty four???

“ohhh so you are an old man,” you giggled, the sound of your laugh giving his chest that irritatingly tight feeling again. toji playfully rolled his eyes, taking a hit of the blunt before passing it to you. “i swear once you get past twenty five everyone suddenly thinks you’re old,” and he was certainly was not wrong. he’d lost count if he many times geto and gojo called him old man just to piss him off.

“i may be a little older but i still fuck like i’m twenty one,” toji rested against the seat, his eyes flicking to you. your mouth was slightly agape as you tried to tried to think of something smart to say back but unfortunately you were left speechless. you took a hit of the blunt, turning your body more towards him. “is that so?” you asked, passing the blunt to him.

toji nodded slowly, his eyes now low and red. before either of you could say anything else toji’s phone lit up, and you being the nosey thing you were couldn’t help but glance at his phone. “who’s baby is that?” you asked pointing his lock screen. toji smiled at the picture before looking back up at you, his smile faltering the slightest bit.

“that’s…that’s my son.”

it was quiet for a few beats before you broke into a big smile, a tiny squeal slipping past your lips as you picked up his phone to examine the picture. “he’s a cutie! look at those eyes—oh and those little cheeks! he looks just like you toji,” you giggled, handing the phone back to him. toji grinned, taking his phone back from you.

“ahh thanks! he looks more like his mother to me, acts just like her too,” your eyebrow quirked up at the mention of the boys mother. “i take it you guys aren’t together anymore?” you asked, cocking your head to the side.

toji was silent for a moment, his throat tightening at the mention of her. “she, uh, passed actually. a few months after megumi was born,” it was silent once again, toji was now avoiding eye contact with you. he nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt you place a comforting hand on his knee. he whipped his head towards you, an apologetic look now on your face. “i’m sorry to hear that toji, but for what it’s worth i bet you’re an awesome fucking dad,” you gave his knee a little squeeze before pulling away.

“thank you, seriously. it feels nice to hear that because somedays i really wish she was here, not for me but for him. she was amazing i wish he got to know her the way i did,” toji was never the type to talk about his late wife, especially with someone he was trying to pursue, but you were different. you made him feel so safe and he barely even fucking knew you.

before he could babble anymore about her he stopped himself, fearing he’d make it even more awkward. “she sounds great toji m’sorry you lost her so soon. don’t worry though i’m sure you’ll find another love like that again,” and you meant every word you said.

“i can’t believe it’s only our second time speaking and i’ve already managed to bring up my dead wife, fuck am i doing?” he chuckled, throwing his head back against the seat. you quickly reassured him that all was well and you were grateful that he was felt so comfortable to share such a personal side of his life with you.

“i’d love to stay and talk more but gumi’s sitter has to leave early. ill see you again soon though yeah?” toji couldn’t help but brush his knuckles over the apple of your cheek, grinning when he felt the heat radiating from it. “you blushin’?” his grin now turning into a smirk.

“get away from me,” you swatted his hand away, unable to contain the smile forming on your glossed up lips. “this was real fun though, don’t keep me waiting too long now,” you gave toji one last smile before getting out of his car. the second he pulled away you whipped out your phone, immediately dialing your best friends number.

“hey…you busy? no? good because i needddd to talk about what just happened with someone.”

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

toji: hey pretty.

toji: you free? i wanna see you.

you squealed, kicking your feet with glee as you read toji’s messages. tonight was the night. after two months of unbearable sexual tension you were gonna claim that man in more ways than one. you quickly texted him back saying you were indeed available and to hurry his ass up.

you made your way to your closet, sifting through your clothes to find the outfit. you needed something that’ll make his head spin and dick hard…perhaps some subtle lingerie would do the job.

you finally settled on a lacy, red wine colored nightgown that showed just enough to have him wanting to see more. you brushed out your thirty inch bussdown, tugging it just the tiniest bit to see if it’d stay in place. toji was a big man and he looked like a hair puller—you were hoping you were wrong but if he was you were certainly praying your hair stayed in tact at least a little after he was through with you.

toji: i’m here. hurry it’s cold as fuck out here.

you took a deep breath, channeling your inner tina snow as you opened the door for him. “hi tojiii,” you beamed, resting your body against the door. toji’s jaw was quite literally almost to the floor as he took you in. if he looked close enough he could see your pretty lil nipple piercings through the nightgown.

“come in! come in! it’s freezing out there,” you tugged toji in your house by his sleeve, quickly shutting the door once he was inside. “what’re you all….dressed up for,” he asked lowly, nearly crushing the rello packets in his hand.

be patient. don’t get too excited. be patient.

he kept chanting that over and over in his mind but it was doing little to help him, especially since he was already sporting a semi. “oh i just thought i’d put on a little something nice for you i don’t know,” you could feel your confidence faltering under his lustful stare.

“well,” toji took a step closer to you, and then another, and then another till you both were nearly chest to chest. “i think you look really nice, sweet of you to get all dolled up for me,” he trailed his fingers over the material of your robe, chuckling the tiniest bit when he saw your bt21 cooky slippers. you looked up at him through your freshly done lashes, a grin making its way onto your lips.

you slipped your smaller hand into toji’s, guiding him to the living room. he wasted no time getting comfortable, his body immediately relaxing into the plushness of your couch. you sat on the opposite end of the much to his dismay, “why you so far away from me hm? come closer.” with shaky arms you scooted closer to him until your thighs were nearly touching, but it still wasn’t quite enough for him.

you let out a tiny gasp as toji easily picked you up and say you on his lap, you could feel the full throb of his dick against your ass. “that’s better,” he smirked, squeezing your hip gently.

it was silent for a few beats before you took the rello packet from toji, two pre rolled blunts waiting in there to be smoked. “so how long do i have you for tonight?” you asked, sparking the blunt. toji ran his tongue over the scar on his lip as he watched you exhale the smoke, not even realizing you had asked him a question.

“i have until eleven, gumi’s sitter was nice enough to stay an extra hour,” ever since toji had accidentally slipped up that he’d been seeing someone megumi’s sitter has been extra generous with her time. it probably helped that she was also getting paid some very hefty overtime. you glanced at the clock on your wall reading 7:18PM. only three hours and a couple something minutes of him to yourself—it was definitely time to kick things into overdrive.

“toji?” you spoke softly, passing the blunt to him. toji hummed, taking a long drag of the blunt as he stroked your back with his free hand. you readjusted your position on his lap, your arms now wrapped securely around his neck. the next six words that came out of your mouth nearly had him busting in his pants.

“you finally gonna fuck me tonight?”

“what did you just say?” his tone was low now, boarder line growling out the words. you sighed dreamily, brushing his soft, jet black hair out of his face. “i said are you finally gonna fuck me tonight? finally gonna show me you’re not such an old man?” your manicured fingers began to scratch at his nape, making him groan. toji closed his eyes, his head falling back against the couch.

“take off your robe.”

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

“tojiii,” you whined in defeat as toji sloppily kissed, sucked, and licked at the insides of your thighs—so close yet so far from where you really needed him to be. you made a few attempts to take your thong off but toji was having none of that and slapped your hands away each time, threatening to tie your wrist together with his belt if you tried it again.

you mewled when you felt his lips finally kiss your center over your panties, his tongue lolling out to get a taste at the wetness that seeped through them. your hands were balled into fists by your side, the urge to hump his face becoming unbearable.

“lift your hips up honey,” you heard his raspy voice speak from below you. you nearly screeched in happiness as he finally slid off your soaked panties, tiny webs of your slick sticking to your pussy. you jumped the tiniest bit when you felt a warm glob of spit fall on your clit.

“relax sweetness i got you,” was all toji said before dipping his tongue between your folds, immediately moaning at the sweet yet tart taste that was you. you felt his tongue cup your clit, the movements so soft and precise and it had your eyes rolling into the back of your skull.

you’ve been with men who claim they eat pussy for their own pleasure but toji….it was like he was making love to you with just his mouth the feeling the indescribable. each gush of your essence that spilled out was quickly slurped up by his greedy mouth, his moans nearly matching the volume of yours.

he was now drawing slow circles around your clit and that was what had your legs shaking, pussy clenching around nothing as you came on his skillful tongue. “t-toji you’re so goodddd,” you whined, shoving his face impossibly closer to your pussy.

toji finally released your clit from his lips with a pop! your cum now coating the entire lower half of his face. “do it again n’ this time put a finger in…please?” your brushed your thumb over his lips, whimpering when he sucked your thumb into his mouth. he ran his pointer and middle finger between your folds before pushing his middle finger inside, cursing under his breath at the way you were already squeezing his finger so fucking tight.

“you taste just as good as you smell pretty baby, i just knew you would though,” he licked his lips, not once taking his eyes off your cunt. “why’d you keep her from me for so long huh?” he rasped, slowly adding his ring finger into the mix. you squirmed underneath him, your hips rising each time he fucked his fingers into you. “i, uh, i-i don’t know i just—”

“you just what?” he teased, now sucking your clit into his mouth once more. your mouth dropped open, thighs immediately closing around toji’s head. you gasped wetly when you felt a rough smack against your thigh, a silent warning from toji to keep them open. you shakily opened your thighs again, your hands now finding purchase in toji’s soft locs. “you still ain’t answer my question,” he hummed, now rubbing sloppy circles on your clit with his thumb.

you shook your head in defeat, physically not being able to find the words as to why you deprived him and yourself of something so so good. “you liked teasing me pretty baby? ya liked sending me home with my dick hard each time i saw you? hm?” the squelching from your pussy got louder by the minute, you second orgasm of the night quickly approaching.

“i—”

“did you like feeling wanted by me? needed by me?” toji was now using his free hand to push down on your abdomen, smirking when he saw your legs start to shake again. all you could let out was an absurdly loud ‘oh shit!’ before you were gushing around toji’s fingers, a small stream of cum landing right on his awaiting tongue. his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he slurped up every drop you had to offer him. he hadn’t even noticed he was now grinding against the couch, his dick now fully hard.

toji pushed your nightgown up your tummy so he was able to kiss his way up your soft skin until he finally made it to your lips. he brought his thumb to your chin, pushing down ever so slightly until your mouth was open. you knew that look all too well. you could see the hesitation in his eyes so you helped him out a bit by sticking out your tongue, letting him know he had the green light.

not even a second later toji let a glob of spit fall from lips and onto your awaiting tongue, a lovesick smile making its way onto his lips as you swallowed it. “c’mere,” he mumbled, pressing his forehead against yours as he shoved his tongue in your mouth. he caressed his tongue against yours, swallowing each tiny moan you let out.

“so sweet baby, even your kisses taste like honey,” he moaned against your lips, pressing his dick against your pussy. he shuddered when he felt just how warm you really were, even over his sweatpants.

“you’re so hard toji,” you whispered against his lips, your foot stretched up to push against his dick making him groan. “lemme—lemme suck you off. can i please? just a little bit?” you continued rubbing your foot against him, internally turning him into a pile of mush. toji mindlessly nodded his head, making quick work to sit back on the couch.

you stood up on shaky legs, now kneeling before toji as he stared at you like you were his prey. you hooked your fingers in the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them off with ease. toji sighed in relief when his dick finally sprung free, no longer confined by his boxers.

“your dick is so pretty,” you bit down on your bottom lip, taking just a little time to admire toji in all his glory. he was long and not only that but he was insanely thick. you grabbed his dick gently, the soft, velvety skin making your mouth water. “don’t be nervous if you can’t take all of it, i know i’m kinda big,” although he sounded apologetic the shit eating grin on his face said otherwise. you had to prove yourself now—you had to give him some fucking work now.

you licked your lips before suckling the tip in your mouth, lord he was already a damn mouthful. toji hadn’t even realized he was holding his breath until he let out a long sigh, his head slightly tilting back. you kissed and licked your way up and down his dick, trying to make it as wet as you could before taking half of him in your mouth with ease. “a-ah shit y/n w-wait oh!” the back of his head nearly knocked against the couch as you took the rest of him in your mouth.

your throat felt so tight n hot around him it had him digging his nails into his muscly thighs, nearly drawing blood. you hummed around his dick, trying to relax your throat as much as possible. you knew he was close already, you didn’t even care if he came down your throat that instant. toji felt his balls tighten and began to frantically shake his head, “y/n please i don’t wanna cum so soon. please baby please.”

you brought your hand to his balls, now gently massaging them. he wanted to pull you away he really did, but no one has ever been able to deepthroat entirely before—you were showing him a whole new world. you began to bob your head, obnoxiously sucking on the base and tip as you did. “s-shit wait—”

unfortunately for toji it was too late for him. you felt a shot of cum hit your tongue and knew you had to milk him now for everything he was worth. you focused your lips solely on the tip, moaning as cum coated your tongue. “that’s so good baby keep sucking me like that, j-jus’ like that,” he ain’t even give a fuck no more that he came so soon. he had enough stamina to give you another mouthful of cum if you wanted it.

you finally removed his dick from your mouth, now slapping the appendage against your tongue. “now what were you saying about being too big for me,” you smiled up at him, both of your hands still stroking his dick. toji kissed his teeth, a low growl rumbling in his chest. he made quick work to remove his shirt, tossing it mindlessly to the side.

“get up here and bend over the armrest,” his voice had dropped a couple octaves and although it was a little frightening it didn’t stop the wetness pooling in your core. you stood up, about to remove your nightgown but you were stopped by toji, mumbling something about how he wanted you to keep it on.

you kneeled on the couch, bending over the armrest as you arched your back as much as possible. you could hear the crinkling of foil and quickly turned around, shaking your head at toji. “i want you raw, ‘wanna feel all of you without a stupid condom,” you nibbled on your bottom lip nervously as you voiced your request. toji was still for a moment, his eyes never leaving yours.

after a moment he tossed the condom aside, his hands now finding purchase on your hips. you could feel the hot base of his dick against your pussy, and you just couldn’t help but slowly move your hips back and forth. you both moaned in unison, the grip toji had on your hips now tightening.

“put it in for me,” he grunted, pulling his hips back. you licked your hand before reaching underneath you to grab his dick, giving it a few slow pumps before positioning the tip at your entrance. toji’s face scrunched up in pleasure as your pussy swallowed up his dick with ease, the dull stinging sensation hurting you in the best way possible.

it took a few minutes but he was finally able to bottom out, the tip of his dick nearly kissing your cervix. he pulled out halfway before slamming back in, the couch shifting forward the slightest bit. “good little fucking pussy,” toji grunted, spreading your asscheeks to get a nice little view of his dick fucking into you. you were taking him sooo well he was sooo proud of you.

“how you feeling pretty baby? talk to me,” toji wrapped his hand around your neck, pulling your body into his chest. your arms immediately reached behind you to tug at his hair, each tug earning you a pretty moan from him right in your ear. “feels s’good to-toji, you’re so f-fucking deep,” you gasped violently when you felt his rough fingers begin to toy with your swollen clit.

toji nibbled at your ear, licking the shell of it before whispering, “yeah? pretty girl feels me in her tummy hm? oh yeah i can feel me rightttt there.” your body jolted when you felt toji press down on the small imprint of his dick. he tightened his grip around your throat, nearly cutting off your airway completely.

“lets play a little game hm? i can feel how close you are so m’not gonna let you breathe until i feel this pussy cumming around my dick, that okay with you?” he loosened his grip on your neck until you consented, he couldn’t help but smile proudly.

“alright pretty baby cmon, make that pussy cum for me,” he growled now increasing the pace of his thrusts. it was now very hard for you to breathe as toji tightened his hand around your throat once again, the action making your pussy squeeze toji’s dick impossibly tight. your mouth dropped open, tongue lolling out of your mouth as toji fucked you like he hated your guys. “almost there girl, i can fucking feel that shit cmon baby give it to me,” toji grasped at your breasts over your nightgown, tweaking at your sensitive nipples.

you began to feel lightheaded, your legs nearly giving out on you. you finally came with a silent scream, your pussy spasming around toji’s dick. just as you were at the height of your orgasm toji finally removed his hand from your throat allowing you to breathe. you fell against the armrest, your body going completely limp as toji milked your orgasm out of your. “goddamn you’re still cumming baby, such a good girl for me m’so proud of you,” toji was praising you left and right as stream after stream of your cum soaked his thighs and the couch.

after you were done toji let you rest for a moment, still inside you as he gently stroked your back. “you okay mama?” he whispered in your ear, giving your shoulder a soft kiss. you hummed, nodding your head and crazy enough you still wanted more.

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

“oh my goddd,” your feet kicked against the couch as toji’s bigger body pushed you further into the cushions, preventing you from moving out of his grasp. he had you in a chokehold, your drool and tears dripping onto his bicep as he fucked into you like a madman. “that’s that shit….good shit right here goddamn y/n,” toji grunted in your ear, sounding genuinely frustrated at just how good your pussy was.

my mans was completely lost in the sauce. not a thought behind his eyes besides one thing—you. your warmth, your wetness, the fact that you still smelled like a goddamn s’more even with the intense smell of sex and weed in the air. for the first time in his life toji was pussydrunk.

“m’gonna cum honey, you ready for me?” a symphony of moans and whiny yes’ poured out of your trembling lips. three more strokes and toji was letting out a pornographic moan, his teeth biting down onto the soft skin of shoulder. rope after rope of his warm cum coated your walls, so much it was beginning to leak from your pussy. “so full,” you mewled, your toes curling at the warmth that now radiated throughout your entire body.

toji wholeheartedly believes that he was a man that was born to breed a whole lotta babies because it was absolutely ridiculous at how much he came—especially right now. each time he thought he was done your pussy would squeeze him once more, milking more out of him until it was almost painful. what was even worse was the he was still hard.

that’s how he ended up taking you roughly from the side. your ass was clapping back against his pelvis n thighs so hard they turned the lightest shade of pink. “y’hear how sloppy your pussy sounds honey? makes me wanna ruin you over and over again,” he growled in your ear, gripping onto your chin to have you look at him. your eyes were closed in bliss, a trail of drool slipping from your lips and onto your chin.

toji licked at the spit on your chin before giving your face a couple quick slaps, “open your eyes n’ look at me while i fuck you. cmon pretty baby lemme see those eyes.” you cracked your eyes open immediately whimpering at toji’s intense gaze. toji slowed down his pace, now settling for slow, deep strokes. “you’re so pretty,” he whispered, nudging his nose against yours.

you gave him a weak smile, moaning when his dick hit a particularly deep spot. “can’t nobody else see you like this again except me got it? you’re my girl now. mine to hold, kiss, fuck—i want all that shit y/n. i want all of you, can i have you?” if you able to you would’ve swooned over his words, but unfortunately all your poor little fucked up brain could muster was a raspy ‘yes.’

toji gave you a sweet smile and a lil kiss before going back to his brutal pace, the couch thumping the ground with each thrust. “that’s what i like to hear honey, gonna treat you so well. make you the happiest girl in the world i promise,” and he meant it. every promise he whispered in your ear he would make sure to keep it until the end of his days. you were the one—he was sure of it.

“i’m gonna cum toji,” you whined, bringing your hand down to rub furiously at your clit. toji gave you a helping hand by spreading your lips, the squelching noise from your pussy increasing as he did so. “m’gonna cum too honey, let’s do it together cmon m’right there,” you both so so close until toji accidentally slipped out of your pussy, a pearl of cum dribbling from the tip.

you were just too wet he could barely fuck into you without slipping out once more, frustration overtaking the both you. “goddammit,” he grunted, gripping his dick tightly once again before slipping back in you—this time he just kept a hold on it. “fuck back into me baby, you can do it there you go,” toji moaned in bliss as you fucked back into him, your wetness dripping onto his knuckles.

“yes yes yes f-fuck!” you pressed your backside into him as much as possible as your orgasm took over you, his trailing not far behind. the hand he was using to hold his dick steady was now holding your leg up, gripping onto the soft flesh of your thigh as he fucked into you with shallow strokes. he came inside your pussy with a deep groan, pulling out to cover your pussy with the rest of it.

toji gently set your leg down, now pulling your trembling body into his chest. “it’s okay pretty thing we’re done now, i got you just breathe with me,” you took a couple deep breaths, running your hand along toji’s toned body just to make sure he was really there—that this really happened.

“that was good, thank you toji,” you whispered, nuzzling your face in his chest. toji kissed the crown of your head, taking yet another deep inhale of your sweet scent. “no thank you, that was the best sex i’ve ever fucking had and i mean it,” he chuckled, giving your shoulder a loving squeeze. you glanced at the clock on your wall, whining when you said it was thirty minutes till eleven.

“i guess you’ll have to get going soon hm?” you mumbled, making toji frown. toji nibbled on his lip before shaking his head, “don’t worry about it honey i’ll take care of it, you just rest up yeah?” he gave your forehead another kiss, shushing any protest you had about him having to leave.

once you were fast asleep toji reached for his phone that was on the coffee table, careful not to wake you. he dialed the sitters number, praying for the absolute best.

“mr. fushiguro! how’s your date going, will you be home soon?” toji felt horrible for what he was about to ask but he at least had to try. “it’s going good, thank you! actually i was wondering if you would stay the night with megumi? paying you overtime is no problem in fact i’ll triple it! i just wanna spend as much time with my girlfriend as i can,” sure he hadn’t properly asked you to be his woman yet but she didn’t have to know that.

the line was quiet for a moment before the sitter started laughing, “of course i wouldn’t mind saying the night with him! i haven’t seen you this giddy over a woman since mrs. fushiguro, please enjoy your night and i’ll see you in the morning!” after multiple thank you’s toji hung up, his heart swelling with happiness.

“baby….hey i’m able to stay the night im gonna take us to bed, where’s your room?” you mumbled out the directions to your room and before you knew it you were wrapped in your comforter with toji glued to your side.

[cutiefulism]

cw. spoilers for magnum opus, smut, semi-public, p i v, fluff..?, aftercare, not proofread lol, jealous but loverboy sylus (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

note. sry if anything is inaccurate plot wise, as i dont have the card💔💔! i used this scene as ref, and this is my first time writing for crowboy so pls don't jump me i beg

oh, how the great leader of onychinus has fallen.

“are you jealous?”

the briefest of pauses, and that perpetual smirk on his face falters, crimson eyes shifting a few shades darker.

“why would i be jealous of a plastic mannequin?”

his words are smooth and suave as usual, even laced with a hint of arrogance, but there was no mistaking that look on his face, the undertone of his words.

sylus was jealous.

jealous of a plastic mannequin that wouldn’t be able to move even if it wanted to. you couldn’t love it or kiss it, tease it about getting scratched by a kitty or run your hands through its hair when it’s sleeping the day away. sure, its physique is nice, you weren’t lying about that, but that was sculpted. it’s fake. and it certainly doesn’t compare to the breathing greek statue that is your boyfriend.

nothing does, actually.

everything about sylus is big and broad. hands, shoulders, back. his limbs are long and corded with thick muscles that have old ladies swooning, and the veins underneath tan skin map to places you’ve explored many, many times.

anything even slightly fitted clings to and stretches for every contour and bulge, and when he walks or lifts (or does anything, really), you can literally see them flex.

why would you want anyone (or anything) else, when sylus is right there?

he is the pinnacle of beauty, and you know it. you’re sure he knows it, too — otherwise, why would he be splitting you open in the dressing room?

two massive hands hold onto your hips, pulling you back to meet every single one of his sharp thrusts. sylus is usually deep, slow, passionate, taking his time to worship you and prolong your pleasure, but now?

now he’s a man on a fucking mission.

“thaaat’s it, mhm,” he hums, barely sounding winded like his tip isn’t kissing your cervix with every rut of his hips, pushing sounds out of you that certainly aren’t appropriate for mere dress shopping.

that was all this was meant to be. something fun for you and sylus to do, time that you two desperately need with each other, especially considering how busy both of you are.

even if he’s his own boss, he can’t take off when he wants to. meetings and dealings overseas wait for no one, and if he doesn’t show up, how will he spoil you?

can’t do much when you don’t have any gold to your name, and he could never disappoint his one and only beloved.

one hand abandons your hip to deliver a sharp swat to your ass, one that has you clamping down around him and your fingers digging into the leather. “mmngh, sy– sylus—”

“you should be ashamed of yourself, sweetie.” smack! “letting another man fuck you like this, when your precious, plastic boyfriend is standing outside.” smack! “what would he think of you now, hm?” smack!

stinging, red handprints bloom on your ass, a pretty color that has sylus salivating and his palm smooths over the mark with gentle, soothing circles that have both your heart and your pussy fluttering.

“h-he’s not . . not my boyfriend,” you huff out in-between poorly stifled moans.

you hope and pray the walls here are thick.

if not, well . . those outside have been subjected to a lot of squelching, moaning, and groaning. sylus will reimburse them at a later date.

“. . oh?”

his hips slow, now shallow thrusts and periodic grind, giving you much needed reprieve from the way he was pummeling you within an inch of your life earlier.

a shameful whine pries itself free from your sore throat, and he only chuckles, pupils expanding when he sees the way you wriggle back.

naughty thing, trying to use him to fuck yourself how you want to be fucked.

sadly for you, sylus is in a selfish mood, and his movements stop completely, leaving you stranded like a ship at sea.

one big arm slips beneath your tummy before yanking you upright, his warm breath ghosting across the shell of your ear.

“so who is your boyfriend, kitten?”

you too often forget how petulant sylus can be.

your throat and mind work, mustering up enough willpower to say something other than “please keep going”.

“you’re my boyfriend, sylus,” you say, and it isn’t some shy little murmur like he thought it would be. no, your voice, despite its breathiness, is firm, sure.

and that, honestly, is all sylus needs.

all of his previous irritation, jealousy, and ire fade away, swamped beneath the sheer and irrevocable amount of love and adoration sylus holds for you.

he moves, flipping you over and shoving himself right back in with a lewd squelch and a deep groan.

his pace, if possible, is more needy than before, and sylus makes sure that with every thrust, his cock is nestled deep within the haven of your cunt.

by this point, you’ve given up on coherent speech — not that you had anything else to say besides the obvious: i love you, keep going, and it feels so good.

all those things are true, too. you love him, you certainly don’t want him to stop, not with how you’re nearing the edge, and there are days where you’re sorely tempted to move to the n109 just to feel sylus hit your g-spot every morning.

perhaps one day, that will come true, when you two have matching wedding bands and a little girl with silver hair and red eyes stumbling about.

“i love you,” sylus groans, that measured control in his husky voice gone, replaced by sappy obsession. “f-fuck, darling, so perfect, so mine . .”

he truly is a vision like this.

lids, dropped to half mast, jaw slack, brows drawn together in both concentration and pleasure. sweat rolls down the sides of his face and neck, and you wish you were in a position to lick it up.

sylus is just as close as you are, if not moreso.

your arm, despite feeling like a wet noodle, lifts up, and it only takes him a milisecond to understand what you want. his fingers slot between yours as his pace gets sloppier and the both of you get louder.

if the employees couldn’t hear you two before, they certainly can now!

“mmm, s-shit, sylus! c-cum with me, please, fuck—!”

you aren’t asking, you’re telling. and, well, how could he say no to that, especially when your voice is like a siren’s song?

lulling and irresistible. just like you.

the nanosecond you’re tumbling off the edge, nails clawing into the leather for purchase as your back curves into a delicious arch, sylus is following with a long groan of your name. his pelvis is pressed right against your thighs as he dumps his load, thick spurts that paint your gummy insides a gorgeous, creamy shade of white.

the hand not holding yours slips between the two of you, rubbing slow, small circles onto your swollen clit, and his dick gives a happy twitch when he gets that overstimulated whimper.

once sylus is sure you’re back down to earth, he’s hoisting you up into his arms, stopping only to grab the box of tissues before plopping down on the loveseat with you in his lap.

“you’re so good to me, sweetie,” he murmurs as he wipes you down, shifting you a bit to get the cum from between your thighs. it’ll leak out, unfortunately, but he’ll pump you full again later. “are you okay? ready to go? we’ll stop and get some water on the way home, okay?”

his voice is unbelievably soft and quiet. you’d say meek if you didn’t know any better.

but you really, truly don’t mind. how could you, when this is the real sylus? your sylus. soft and sweet and kind, a gentleman in every aspect of the word.

you wouldn’t want him any other way.

you nod your head with a little “mhm”, slumping forward to tuck your face into his neck. he smells like a luxurious musk now, and you can’t resist sucking a tiny mark into his skin. not visible, but it doesn’t need to be.

only you and sylus know it’s there, your adorable claim on him.

you two are barely dressed when an attendant pops her head in, a polite, professional smile on her face. “are the dresses to your liking?”

shame licks at the back of your neck while sylus only smirks. “i’ll take them all, please.”

unfazed as always.

he leans down to whisper in your ear. “give me a chance to show you what your mannequin boyfriend can’t do, yeah?”

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Otherworldly Attraction ⭑˚🔮⭑ 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒

yandere!jjk x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, isekai, jujutsu kaisen x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

You don't know how or why, but you've been isekai'd into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. Although your first instinct is to stay away from the plot, you've been blessed with an abnormal amount of cursed energy, and for better or worse, you find yourself sucked into the storyline. You decide that you may as well use your newfound powers for the greater good, and if you're lucky, you might succeed in rewriting some of the characters' fates. But it turns out that your presence in this world is an even bigger deal than you first thought, and soon, everyone wants to make you theirs.

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What the actual fuck.

You blink, absolutely dumbfounded. There’s some kind of grotesque, insect-like creature in front of you, buzzing obnoxiously as it flaps its wings. It bears the appearance of a fly, at least somewhat, but it’s much bigger than a normal fly, and its face looks like it came straight out of a low-budget horror movie. 

The point is, it’s not normal. It's not the kind of thing you’ve ever seen before. At the very least, not in real life. 

And yet, you’re the only one who seems to notice it.

“...I keep telling you, it’s weird,” a girl mumbles, scratching her neck impatiently. “I can’t get rid of it. There’s this chill that follows me around no matter where I go, and my shoulders feel weirdly heavy lately. I even went to a chiropractor to see if it would help. I feel so gross these days.” 

The fly-like creature is hovering closely above the girl, a disturbing smile plastered across its already unattractive face. It’s literally right next to her, and not only her, but the other girls that are gathered around. They’re all just talking like nothing’s even going on. Completely blind to the abnormal presence that lurks nearby. 

You’re the only one who can see that yucky-looking thing. How does that make any sense? How is it even possible for something like that to exist in real life? 

Actually… where are you right now? 

Once again, you blink. Something utterly strange is happening. The last thing you remember is going to bed, in your perfectly ordinary bedroom, so how in the world did you wake up in the middle of what appears to be a field? 

You’re at a school, by the looks of things. But certainly not the school you’re used to attending. It seems like you’re even wearing some unfamiliar uniform, and it would make sense for this to be a dream, but by all accounts, it’s way too realistic. 

Pinching your cheek doesn’t help. The scenery refuses to change, and sure enough, the creature is still hanging above that girl. It even lets out a shrill, high-pitched laugh (which she of course doesn’t hear), almost as if it’s taunting her.

You’re not sure what you should be doing right now. This is all one hell of a mindfuck, if you’re being honest. But that creature can’t be good news, and even though you’re admittedly pretty scared, it seems like you’re the only one who can see it. You’re the only one who even realizes it’s here. 

Swallowing your apprehension, you take a deep breath and approach. 

“Excuse me…?”

You call out to the group of girls. There’s no easy way to break this to them. How do you bring up the fact that there’s some weird creature in the vicinity? If they can’t see it, there’s no reason they’ll even believe you. They’ll probably just think you’re crazy or something. 

As it so happens, though, you aren’t required to recount some absurd, seemingly nonsensical tale. 

You’ve barely taken two steps forward when all of a sudden, the creature sharply turns its head in your direction. 

And then it screams. 

Just like its laugh, the sound is high-pitched and wholly unpleasant. You’re not even sure what prompted that kind of reaction, since it seemed pretty chill up until this point, but now, it’s trembling like a leaf in the wind. 

You’re worried that you might have triggered it somehow, and that it’s going to attack you, but that doesn’t happen either. It turns out that the scream it just let out wasn’t one of aggression, but rather, fear. 

So, it flies off before you can get any closer, and the girl who was complaining until just a few moments ago suddenly blinks, expression brightening.

“Whoa, wait,” she mumbles in disbelief. “It’s… it’s gone. I think I feel better now. No way. It’s actually gone! I thought it would never end!”

“Are you sure it wasn’t just all in your head?” one of the other girls frowns, visibly unconvinced. She then turns towards you. “Oh. Sorry, were you talking to us just now? I didn’t really hear what you said.” 

“Uh.” 

You’re not sure what to say. The whole reason you came over was so you could warn them about that weird creature, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye. It screamed right as it saw your face—which is kind of offensive, honestly—and then it flew off like no one’s business. 

A bit hesitant, you try asking, “Sorry if this sounds weird, but where are we right now?” 

Now it’s their turn to look dumbfounded. You can only imagine how visceral their reaction would have been if you’d actually brought up the weird fly creature. 

“What do you mean where are we? We’re… at school, where else?” 

The girl gestures all around her, as if it should be obvious. Granted, you deduced as much, but that wasn’t really what you were asking. All of this is just so ridiculous. How in the world does a person manage to go to sleep in their own room and wake up someplace they’ve never been before?

The group decides to walk away, probably because you weirded them out with your stupid question, and you can even hear them whispering amongst themselves. 

“Why’d she even ask that all of a sudden…?” 

“I don’t know. She transferred here just recently, right? Maybe she’s still getting used to things. It was kind of weird, though.” 

They keep talking about it as they leave, probably not realizing you can still hear them. Whatever. You’ve got bigger fish to fry right now. As things stand, you woke up god-knows-where, and you just saw some freakish creature a second ago, so you’re starting to worry that you might be going insane. 

The only explanation is that this has to be some kind of dream. A lucid dream, perhaps? That’s what they call these kinds of things, right?

This is way too freaky, though. Can I make myself wake up? I really don’t like this. It gives me the creeps. 

You desperately try to force yourself awake, but regretfully, it doesn’t work. And you’re not even given much time to speculate on the issue any further. 

A soccer ball comes flying at you and hits you right in the face.

It hurts. It hurts like fucking hell. In fact, it hurts so much that you’re knocked flat onto your back, groaning as you cradle your poor nose, which feels like it’s just been split open. 

“...holy shit, are you okay?!” 

You can hear a student running towards you, but since you’re lying on your back convinced you’re about to die, you don’t pay it much mind. The immense amount of pain you’re feeling is absurd. Even for a lucid dream, isn’t this too much?

However, things are only about to get weirder. 

Like way, way weirder. 

“I’m so sorry!” the same student apologizes. It’s a boy, by the sounds of it, and you hear him drop to his knees beside you. “I swear I wasn’t even trying to kick the ball that hard! I barely even used any force!”

From afar, another student chimes in. “Even when you hold back, you’re way too strong, Itadori! Is she dead? You killed her, didn’t you?”

Did he just say… Itadori? 

For just a moment, the pain subsides, and clarity overtakes your features. You manage to squint your eyes open and find a boy staring down at you. A boy with bright brown eyes, and spiky pink hair styled in an undercut. 

A boy that you’ve most definitely seen before. 

Your jaw drops open. There’s just no way. This is… Itadori Yuji? The protagonist of Jujutsu Kaisen? A fictional series, which, by definition, means he doesn’t actually exist? 

Yet here he is, fussing over you and looking immeasurably guilty for having just kicked a soccer ball in your face. And even though you keep trying to tell yourself that this is a dream, it’s getting harder and harder to deny. The sensations you feel—the pain, the confusion, and the excited fluttering in your chest—are impossible to ignore.

It all makes sense now. That weird creature you saw earlier was a cursed spirit. That explains why those girls didn’t even notice it. Ordinary humans normally can’t perceive curses. Most of the time, they’re completely unaware of their existence.

You realize how utterly absurd this is. People don’t just wake up and find themselves sucked into their favorite anime. No matter how badly some fans might wish for it, this kind of thing just doesn’t happen.

Or at least, it’s not supposed to.

“Wait, your—your nose is bleeding!” Itadori exclaims. “I need to get you to the infirmary! Can you walk? Or should I carry you?” 

He appears frantic, which of course he is, since he’s a good guy. He’s the kind of guy who always cares about others. A guy with a big heart, a friendly demeanor, and a penchant for justice. Truly, the perfect protagonist. 

…so, is this seriously happening right now?

“I-I’m fine,” you try to insist. “I just… need a moment. And then I’ll be okay.” 

Itadori seems entirely unconvinced, so you suspect your nose is probably bleeding even more than you fear. Right now, you honestly couldn’t care less, though. Your heart is pounding relentlessly. The excitement and awe you feel can’t even be put into words.

“I’ll take you to the infirmary,” Itadori says again. He resists the urge to outright pick you up into his arms, and after a moment’s pause, he offers you his hand instead. “Here. Try standing up. If not, I’ll carry you there, okay?” 

It’s difficult just to form a response. You’re overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of his presence. The fact that you’re face to face with someone you never thought you’d be able to see in person, let alone speak to. 

But even if it seems hard to believe, even if it makes you want to question your sanity, this is real. This is actually happening. 

And so, you take his hand—changing the course of your life as you know it. 

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Venus in Bloom (NSFW)

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary: A reckless mistake with a love potion leaves you at the mercy of two insatiable succubi, their supernatural hunger driving them to claim every inch of you without restraint. Between the claws, the fangs, and the teasing magic that coils around their skin, you quickly learn what it truly means to be devoured by a succubus.

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As it turns out magical creatures of lust and love potions do not mix which results in you getting fucked by Agatha and Rio, like a lot, but it's your fault really

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, Agatha and Rio are succubi so monster fucking, reader is a potions witch, top agathario, bottom reader, magic cock (A has, Reader recv), oral (Reader recv), thigh grinding (R does), porn with little to no plot, overstimulation, squirting, breeding/creampie, threesome, face-sitting

Words: 4.7k

A/N: Everyone is doing valentines fics and I'm not but this includes a love potion so I'm going to pretend it was on purpose 😂 Requested fic :)

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The scent of crushed herbs and simmering elixirs curled through the air, thick with magic and lingering heat from the flickering candlelight. You moved swiftly through your workshop, the sleeves of your robe pushed up to your elbows, hands busy grinding a handful of dried hibiscus petals into a fine powder. The pestle moved in slow, rhythmic circles, a familiar motion that should have been meditative but your mind wandered.

The cauldron in the centre of the room bubbled gently, its contents shimmering with an iridescent sheen. A single drop of the wrong ingredient could shift its purpose entirely, and yet, despite knowing this, you barely spared it a glance as you reached for a vial of honey-thick nectar resting beside you. You were distracted.

It wasn’t your fault, not really.

Not when two succubi shared your home, moving like sin incarnate through your space, leaving temptation in their wake as effortlessly as breathing. Agatha and Rio were creatures of hunger—lust woven into the very fabric of their existence—and while they spared you from their predatory nature, they did nothing to temper the pull of their presence.

And, as if conjured by your thoughts alone, Rio’s laughter drifted in from the other room.

It was a warm, low sound, filled with mischief, the kind of laugh that always meant trouble. You exhaled through your nose, setting the vial down with careful precision. Whatever she was up to, it was best not to get involved. Not when you were this close to finishing your work.

The love potion had been an afterthought—a test, an experiment, something to keep stored away for research rather than practical use. You had no intention of actually using it. Succubi had no need for artificial desire; their own abilities surpassed anything that could be brewed in a bottle. Still, curiosity had led you to concoct it, blending rare aphrodisiacs with dreamroot essence, a few drops of moon-kissed wine, and a dash of honeyed rose oil.

It was potent. Dangerously so.

And you should have tucked it away the moment you were done, sealed it within a warded chest where it could do no harm. But you hadn’t.

Instead, the vial sat unguarded amidst your collection of more harmless elixirs, the deep crimson liquid glistening under the candlelight. A temptation disguised as an innocent draught.

And, as fate would have it, Rio’s curiosity was as boundless as her appetite.

You didn’t notice when she entered, didn’t see the gleam of intrigue in her sharp golden eyes as she plucked the vial from its resting place. The moment your back was turned, she lifted it to inspect the contents, swirling the liquid idly.

It smelt… expensive. Rich. Decadent, like spiced fruit and something dangerously sweet. Her forked tongue flicked out, tasting the air, and her pupils dilated with interest.

This was new.

She liked new things.

Without a second thought, she slipped out of the workshop, the vial tucked between her fingers, her mind already racing with the possibilities.

—

Agatha was lounging in the sitting room when Rio found her, half-draped across the velvet couch, one arm resting lazily over the back. She looked every inch the predator she was, dark eyes hooded with a perpetual, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. She was dressed down, her usual structured coat abandoned in favour of her half-unbuttoned shirt and loose slacks. Her feet were bare, her hair still mussed from sleep, yet she exuded control.

Rio slid up beside her, draping herself over the armrest with casual ease. "Brought you something," she purred, twirling the bottle between her fingers before offering it up with a smug grin.

Agatha arched a brow, reaching for it without hesitation. "What’s this?"

"Something Y/N made," Rio hummed, watching as Agatha uncorked the vial. "Figured it’s one of their fancy elixirs. Thought you might like it."

Agatha inhaled slowly, rolling the scent over her tongue. There was something odd about it, but it wasn’t unpleasant. On the contrary, it smelt delicious. A rush of warmth tingled at the back of her throat, her body responding instinctively before she had even taken a sip.

Rio should have stopped her.

She could have stopped her.

But she didn’t.

She just watched as Agatha tipped the bottle back and swallowed it whole.

It hit her like wildfire.

One moment, Agatha was lounging with an air of effortless control, and the next, she was bolting upright, her spine going rigid, her pupils blown wide.

Heat. Unrelenting, all-consuming heat.

She sucked in a breath through her teeth, her claws digging into the upholstery as she gripped the edge of the cushion, bracing herself. The burn was instantaneous, roaring through her veins, pooling deep in her core.

What the fuck—

Her mind reeled, but her body knew exactly what it wanted.

She was starving.

It was wrong, unnatural. Succubi didn’t need help feeling desire—they were desire—and yet, whatever had been in that vial had amplified her hunger tenfold. Her tail flicked behind her restlessly, her breath coming short and sharp, and her fangs throbbed with the urge to sink into something soft, something pliant.

Rio blinked at her, watching as her typically controlled partner came undone in real-time. "Uh… Ags?"

Agatha snapped her gaze toward her, and Rio visibly stiffened.

Agatha was never desperate. She was the calm one, the controlled one, the one who always kept her hunger in check. But not now.

Now, her pupils were nothing but thin golden rings swallowed by black, her lips parted just enough to reveal the sharp gleam of her canines, her chest rising and falling far too quickly.

Rio’s fingers twitched involuntarily, her own body reacting to the shift in the air. Power, heat, and lust. The room was suddenly thick with it, suffocating, heavy enough to drown in.

And then, as if realising exactly what had happened, Agatha turned her head toward the workshop—toward you.

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. "I need them," she growled, voice lower, rougher, her control already slipping.

Rio exhaled sharply, eyes widening. "Oh. Oh."

For the first time in centuries, she might have actually fucked up.

And you were about to find out just how badly.

—

You felt the air in the cottage thicken, charged with something potent—something unnatural. It slithered through the dimly lit space like invisible smoke, curling around you, settling into your lungs with every breath you took.

Something was wrong.

The magic in the walls whispered warnings, the candles flickering wildly in their holders despite the absence of a breeze. Your body reacted before your mind could catch up, an instinctual prickle at the back of your neck telling you that something powerful had been unleashed.

And then you felt two ravenous, predatory forces—one sharp and crackling like lightning, the other slow-burning and consuming like an ever-hungry fire. The tether between you thrummed, an invisible thread of magic stretched taut, vibrating with a heat that wasn’t entirely your own.

You turned just as Agatha stepped into the doorway.

Her composure—her usual air of effortless, knowing control—was shattered. What stood before you wasn’t the measured, cunning succubus who prided herself on restraint. No, this was something else entirely.

Her pupils were nothing but dark pools, golden irises reduced to thin, molten rings. Her breathing was slow and deliberate, like a creature struggling to leash itself, though every inhale seemed to make it worse. Her normally neat attire was in disarray, her shirt rumpled, collar askew as though she’d clawed at her own skin in a desperate attempt to cool herself down.

She looked starved.

A soft thud behind her signalled Rio’s arrival, and when your gaze flickered past Agatha, you found her in a similar state—if not worse.

Unlike Agatha, who was still barely clinging to her composure, Rio was already half-feral. Her lips were parted, sharper fangs glinting in the candlelight. Her tail lashed behind her, the spade-shaped tip curling, uncurling, betraying the sheer magnitude of her agitation.

And when she exhaled—you felt it.

A heat coiled low in your gut, winding itself around your ribs, pressing. It wasn’t meant to be for you, not directly—you were not prey, you were not a target—but their hunger had grown too wild, too untethered, and their instincts didn’t care for the technicalities.

Agatha’s fingers flexed at her sides, her knuckles nearly white with restraint. Barely leashed, barely holding on.

“Y/N.”

Your name came out low, more exhale than word, more prayer than plea.

And by the Divine Mother, that was dangerous because succubi didn’t beg. Succubi took.

Your pulse quickened, but not from fear. This wasn’t the carefully measured seduction you were used to. It wasn’t playful temptation—the slow game they so often relished—this was raw.

Primal.

Uncontrolled.

You swallowed hard, taking a slow, deliberate step toward them, and the reaction was instantaneous.

Rio’s breath hitched; she crossed and uncrossed her arms, as though trying to shield herself from the unbearable ache thrumming through her body. Agatha’s jaw clenched, her fingers twitching like she wanted to reach for you but knew she shouldn’t.

"Tell me what happened," you said, voice steady despite the way the energy licked at your skin, despite the way your own magic—so much weaker than theirs, so mortal—shuddered under the pressure of it.

Rio let out a breathless, shaky laugh, but it held none of her usual mirth. "Funny story," she muttered. "I may have… kind of… accidentally… given Agatha a potion."

You frowned, tilting your head. "What potion?"

Agatha’s nails dug into the doorframe, her chest rising and falling, every breath seeming to cost her something. "The one you left on your desk."

And just like that, realisation slammed into you.

The love potion.

The highly concentrated, dangerously potent love potion.

The one not meant for actual consumption—especially not by creatures who already thrived on desire.

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Your stomach dropped, your breath hitching, not in fear but in sheer, undeniable understanding.

Succubi were designed to handle lust. It was their nature, their essence. But they were also designed to control it. To wield it rather than succumb to it.

This potion?

It had burnt through their natural restraints like kindling on an open flame.

And now they were left unsated, unable to quench the inferno no matter how hard they tried.

Agatha let out a harsh breath, her fingers twitching. "Y/N," she said again, and this time it was a warning.

Because she was so close to losing what little control she had left.

Because she was starving for something only you could give her.

You felt the pull, the same one that had always existed between you, the one that was usually tempered by their restraint but now burnt, raw and untethered. They needed you.

Not as prey.

Not as a conquest.

But as something else entirely.

And maybe, just maybe, you were more than willing to oblige.

Agatha’s breath hitched as her last thread of restraint snapped. In a blink, she was on you, pressing you down into the bed with a force that sent a shiver straight through your core. Her claws curled into the fabric around your wrists, pinning you in place as the heat of her radiated into your skin.

Her pupils were nothing but thin rings of gold, swallowed by the black hunger of her gaze. Her body shifted against you, the air rippling with raw, unfiltered magic as her succubus nature surfaced in full. Claws elongated, her fangs peeking past parted lips, the scent of heady desire thick between you.

Behind you, Rio slinked in with practiced ease, her body curving around yours as she caged you between them. You barely had time to gasp before she hooked her legs around yours, spreading them open effortlessly. Her voice was a molten whisper against your ear, her lips brushing over your skin as she chuckled.

“Fuck, I’ve never seen her like this before,” she murmured, her tail curling teasingly around your thigh. “You really should’ve kept that potion locked away, huh?”

Your pulse pounded against your ribs. There was no escape, no space to think or breathe, but you didn’t want to escape. Not when they were both so desperate, their need vibrating through every fibre of your being.

Agatha growled low, the sound vibrating through your bones as she leaned down, her lips ghosting over your throat. “I need you,” she rasped, a confession that sent heat pooling between your thighs.

Her magic surged, the air around her shimmering as she shape-shifted, the scent of pure, unfiltered want thickening. Your breath hitched as she ground against you—a new, unmistakable bulge in her slacks pressed firmly against your core. Even through the layers, the heat of it was overwhelming.

Rio let out an appreciative hum, her fingers trailing down your arms, tracing the shape of your body as she pressed teasing kisses along your shoulder. “Oh, she’s really gone,” she purred, voice thick with amusement. “You’ve made our dear Agatha completely lose control. I wonder what she’ll do to you.”

There was no teasing, no slow buildup. Agatha was too far gone for that. With a snarl, she made quick work of your clothing, her claws slicing through the fabric at your crotch, tearing it open without care. A strangled moan escaped you as the cool air met with your heated skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Agatha pressing flush against you, her hips rolling, grinding against your exposed core.

She exhaled shakily, her composure unravelling as she reached between you, unbuttoning her slacks, just enough to free herself, just enough to wrap a clawed hand around the thick, twitching cock she had conjured, her breath catching as she stroked herself once and then twice, a needy, desperate sound spilling from her lips at the sensation. Her lips parted, panting, utterly wrecked with hunger.

Rio’s fingers danced along your stomach, teasing, but she wasn’t cruel enough to delay things. She tilted your chin, brushing her lips over your ear. “She’s going to ruin you, love,” she whispered. “And you’re going to love every second of it.”

Then Rio groaned, pressing her forehead to the back of your neck, her fingers gripping your thighs as she rutted against you, the heat of her own need searing through layers of clothing.

“Fuck,” Agatha muttered, almost pained. “I can’t—I need—”

She cut herself off, lining herself up, swiping her tip through your arousal, groaning deep at the wet heat of you. The sensation sent a shiver through her entire frame, her claws digging into the mattress as she forced herself to savour it, to hold back even a fraction of her need.

Her body trembled with restraint she barely had. And then she gave in.

The first thrust was deep, a sharp stretch that had your back arching, a cry spilling from your lips as she filled you. Agatha moaned, a guttural, broken sound as she bottomed out, her forehead pressing against yours.

She started with slow, deep strokes, but it wasn’t long before the potion’s effects overrode any semblance of patience she had left. Her pace turned frenzied, hips pistoning into you with a force that had the bed rocking beneath you.

Rio held you steady, her tail coiling around your waist, her breath hot against your ear as she murmured sweet, filthy praises about how good you looked taking Agatha like this, how wrecked you sounded. She kept you grounded, kept you from unravelling too quickly—but even she couldn’t hold back forever.

The moment Agatha came, a strangled moan spilling from her lips as she shuddered against you, Rio let out a frustrated whine, her fingers tightening around your thighs.

“My turn,” she huffed.

Before you could catch your breath, they were moving you with supernatural ease, handling your body like you were made of nothing but air. You barely had time to register the shift before you found yourself straddling Rio’s face, her forked tongue flicking out in anticipation, her golden eyes blown wide with lust as she watched you hover mere inches away.

Your fingers instinctively wrapped around her horns, gripping them for balance—and the moment you did, Rio gasped, her eyes fluttering shut, a whimper escaping her lips as pleasure visibly shot through her. Her tail curled, body arching, her sensitivity betrayed in that single moment of weakness.

Agatha, ever the dominant one, took advantage of your distraction. She positioned herself behind you, pressing her front against your back, her lips ghosting over your shoulder as she reached around, her hands skimming your body. A slow, satisfied hum vibrated through her chest as she traced idle patterns over your sweat-damp skin, her touch both possessive and reverent.

“No one else gets to experience us in this way,” she whispered, her voice dark and edged with something dangerously close to obsession. “You don’t understand how rare this is, do you?” Her sharp teeth grazed the shell of your ear, her breath hot against your skin. “Creatures like us... we don’t get to be unrestrained without consequence. We take. We consume. We drain. We ruin.” Her fingers tightened against your hips. “But you? You survive us. You endure. You take everything we give, and you still breathe.”

She exhaled slowly, pressing a lingering kiss to your pulse, savouring the rapid flutter beneath her lips. “That makes you ours.”

The words sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through you, and as if sensing it, Rio let out a pleased hum. Then, without warning, she pulled you down onto her mouth, her tongue immediately lapping at you.

A strangled moan escaped you, your grip on Rio’s horns tightening involuntarily. She let out a shuddering breath against you, her entire body tensing before melting into the mattress again. Her fingers dug into your thighs, firm but reverent, keeping you open for her as she dragged her forked tongue in slow, languid strokes, savouring every reaction she pulled from you.

“Fuck,” Rio groaned, voice muffled against your skin. “You—ngh, you really know how to handle me, huh? Holding my horns like that—” She cut herself off with a needy whimper, the sound sending a fresh wave of heat through you. “Fuck, I could keep you here forever.”

The pleasure was dizzying, an intoxicating blend of firm pressure and teasing flicks that left your nerves singing. Your thighs trembled as you rocked against her, seeking more, losing yourself in the sensation. Every brush of her tongue sent another spark shooting up your spine, winding the coil in your stomach impossibly tight.

Another broken moan spilled from your lips as Rio groaned beneath you, her grip on your hips flexing as she pulled you down harder, determined to make you fall apart completely. Your body trembled, your mind lost in the haze of their touch, of the way they surrounded you, overwhelmed you, worshipped you with a greedy mouth and hands that refused to let you go.

“More,” Rio demanded against you, her voice husky, pleading. “I need more.”

That coil in your stomach twisted impossibly tight, and then—it snapped. Your orgasm tore through you in a dizzying rush, your whole body tensing, back arching as a strangled cry escaped you. The pleasure surged like a storm, white-hot and overwhelming, leaving you shaking in its wake. But Rio didn't stop.

She moaned into you, the vibrations sending aftershocks coursing through your oversensitive nerves. Her tongue lapped at you, relentless, as if she had no intention of letting you come down from the high she'd just wrenched from you. Your thighs trembled, your grip on her horns tightening, half to ground yourself, half in a desperate attempt to push away from the unbearable pleasure.

"Rio—" Your voice came out broken, breathless, but she only growled in response, her fingers digging into your hips to keep you where she wanted. "N-No, I—"

"Yes," Rio murmured, her voice dripping with hunger. "You're not done. I can feel it." She dragged her forked tongue over you again slowly, letting you feel every agonising flick. "You can take it."

Your body jolted at the sensation, torn between oversensitivity and the maddening need she kept feeding. There was no escape—just the sensation of her mouth, the overwhelming heat, the slick slide of her tongue as she worked you open again, coaxing another wave of arousal from you before you even had the chance to recover.

For a while, Agatha seemed content to watch, her hands roaming your body, her claws teasing the sensitive spots she had memorised. But her restraint was never meant to last.

"You’re cruel, Rio," she mused, her voice sultry but laced with impatience. "Making them beg without even using words."

Her fingers slid up your torso, tracing every shiver, every twitch, until they wrapped around your throat in a firm, possessive hold. She didn’t squeeze—just held you there, reminded you of who had you, who was unravelling you so thoroughly.

"But if you’re going to ruin them," Agatha purred, her other hand sliding lower, "then I might as well help."

Soon enough, she was lining herself up once more, her magic cock pressing against your entrance once more, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I can’t wait any longer,” she whispered, her voice strained. “I need to be inside you again.”

She thrust in, and the sensation of both of them at once shattered the last of your composure. A desperate, keening cry tore from your throat, your body quivering, helpless between them. Every nerve burnt, every inch of you claimed, stretched, overwhelmed in the most intoxicating way.

Agatha’s pace was relentless, deep, and hungry, the force of her movements driving you further into Rio’s mouth, into the wet heat that refused to let up. Each thrust rocked you forward, pressing your clit against Rio’s eager tongue, her forked tip lapping at you with an unholy precision.

The room was filled with the sounds of slick heat, muffled cries, and the guttural groans of the two succubi chasing their pleasure. Agatha cursed breathlessly, the magic in her voice thick with desperation as she ground into you, hips snapping with a bruising force.

"So perfect," she murmured, her breath ragged against your ear. "Taking us both like you were made for it."

Rio moaned in agreement beneath you, the vibrations sparking another wave of pleasure that made your muscles seize. Your fingers tangled tighter in her horns, a lifeline against the dizzying sensations, and the sharp gasp that left her lips told you just how much she felt it.

"Fuck," Rio whimpered, the sound muffled, desperate. Her nails dug into your thighs as she rocked her hips against Agatha’s thigh, chasing her own pleasure even as she focused on yours.

Agatha smirked, her control fracturing as she felt the desperate rutting against her leg. "I see you’re just as needy," she taunted, pressing her thigh harder between Rio’s legs, feeling the heat there.

Rio’s whine was high-pitched and desperate, her tongue flicking against your most sensitive spot as she sought her own high. Her thighs trembled, grinding shamelessly, her pleasure tipping over the edge as you tugged on her horns again, sending another sharp jolt of sensation through her. She tensed beneath you, crying out, her body shuddering as she climaxed.

The sensation of her moaning against you, the slick drag of Agatha pounding into you, the heat, the sounds—it was too much. Your own release crashed over you, a blinding, shattering thing that left you breathless, your body shaking violently between them.

Agatha wasn’t far behind. A strangled groan escaped her lips, her hands gripping your waist with bruising force as she buried herself deep, her body shuddering through the force of her release. She pressed you down harder against Rio, grinding through the final aftershocks, her breath hot against your skin.

For a moment, there was only heavy breathing, the scent of sweat and sex thick in the air, the three of you tangled together in a mess of limbs, pleasure, and exhaustion. But their nature and the potion’s hold were unrelenting. No matter how many times they came, the hunger didn’t abate.

They kept going, over and over, their bodies moving in sync, driven by a primal need that refused to fade. You were lost between them, overstimulated, and overwhelmed, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.

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Agatha was relentless, her thrusts growing erratic as she chased another orgasm, every snap of her hips sending shockwaves through your exhausted body. Rio, still buried between your thighs, never faltered, her tongue working you open, dragging pleasure from you even as your body trembled violently from the sheer force of it all.

You sobbed out their names, hands weakly clutching at Rio’s horns, thighs trembling against her cheeks. Agatha groaned above you, her grip bruising as she forced you down onto Rio’s mouth, her climax barreling through her with a raw, unfiltered intensity. She cursed, hips stuttering, her body shuddering against yours, as she came inside you yet again.

The sensation of Agatha’s cum dripping out of your overfilled cunt onto her chin sent Rio over the edge, her moan vibrating through you, her hips jerking as she rutted against Agatha’s thigh one last time. But it was the final stroke against your already wrecked bundle of nerves, the last push, that shattered you entirely.

A scream tore from your throat as pleasure consumed you—so intense, so overwhelming that your body seized, every muscle locking up before your climax hit like a tidal wave. The evidence of your orgasm drenched Rio’s face, spilling down her chin and onto the collar of her still-clothed chest.

Rio let out a shuddering sigh, her tongue sweeping over her lips as if she refused to let a single drop go to waste. Agatha, still draped over you, exhaled deeply, her grip on your hips finally loosening as the last tremors of pleasure faded into a slow, throbbing aftershock. The heat that had consumed all three of you had finally begun to ebb, leaving behind nothing but the weight of exhaustion and the sticky, intoxicating remnants of what had transpired.

The only sounds that remained were the slow, laboured breaths of the three tangled bodies lying amidst the wreckage of their lust. The fire that had burnt so violently through Agatha and Rio had finally dimmed, leaving behind the languid, syrupy pleasure of satisfaction.

Agatha, ever the controlled one, had collapsed first. She lay half-draped over you, her bare skin fever-warm, her breath ghosting over your throat as she pressed against you with a weight that was possessive, grounding. Even in her exhaustion, her arms caged you in, a silent claim, as if making sure you wouldn’t slip away.

She exhaled a slow, satisfied breath, but the moment was short-lived.

“You,” she rasped, tilting her head just enough to glare at Rio through heavy-lidded eyes, “are a menace.”

Rio, sprawled beside you, utterly wrecked but still smug as sin, let out a breathless chuckle. “C’mon, Ags,” she purred, voice raw from use, her tail flicking lazily against your leg. “You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy yourself.”

Agatha huffed, pressing her face into the crook of your neck. “That is not the point.”

You, still trembling, mind fogged from overwhelming pleasure, groaned softly. “I am never leaving a love potion unattended again.”

Rio, ever the troublemaker, grinned. “Oh, sweetheart,” she murmured, propping herself up on one elbow to trace lazy fingers down your sweat-slicked skin. “I don’t know... You took both of us so well. Maybe we should make this a regular thing.”

You managed a weak glare, but it lacked any real venom. “Absolutely not.”

But Agatha and Rio exchanged a glance above you, something conspiratorial in the flick of their golden eyes, the curl of their lips.

Oh, they were definitely going to make sure this happened again.

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yeah that's right, I made their horns sensitive (I came very close to having Rio be able to cum just from Reader holding on to them but I added thigh grinding because it's hot :P)

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[theaveragepsychoticbitch]

Cutting Tools

AFAB!Reader x Mr. Crawling/Mr. Chopped/Mr. Hood/Mr. Gap/Mr.Scarletella || NSFW || Scissoring, masturbation, some crack elements, pussy eating (receiving), a wee bit of plot in some of these, and obviously, AFAB characters ||

A/N: Watched playthroughs by Hello Yinny on YT! Check her out! Based off the poll!

Mr. Crawling isn't sure there's a word in either of your languages to describe how he feels when you present him with a pair of baby pink panties, a cute little bow adorning the front of them. And when you remove your clothes, revealing your matching pair, he knows for sure there isn't.

Sitting cunt-to-cunt, you on top, with his knees pressed to his shoulders and his large hands desperately grabbing at your calves and thighs, you figured you'd be just fine dying here and now.

You can feel his hole flexing through his panties, clenching and unclenching erratically. You haven't even started moving yet, and already his arousal soaked through the pink fabric, making it cling to his cunt. The very sight was lewd, even more so as you pressed into him, watching the outline of his lips squish as they kissed yours.

Long nails scratch your skin as you rock back and forth, slowly at first, studying Mr. Crawling for every little reaction he had. The bob of his adam's apple in his throat, the twitch of every muscle you could see as pleasure shot threw him, the way his back begins to bow, even restrained as he was. He was crying, wailing, pleading your name till it was mere babble even in his own language.

Taking a deep breath, you resist the urge to chuckle. He was about to cum– you could feel it in the way his hole fluttered –and you.... You haven't even sped up yet.

Mr. Chopped.... Doesn't have a body. But he does have enthusiasm, and what's sex without excitement?

You can't decide if he looks better with the underwear on his head, or over his face.

But, you suppose it doesn't matter now. Either way, he has a crystal clear view of your lithe fingers rubbing slow circles around your clit, a heart-shaped stain blooming in the orange fabric.

"Cute!"

His smile is so wide and genuine when he says it that you let it go. You're not sure if you would have accepted that description from anyone else.

Throwing your head back and spreading your legs wide, you slide realllll close, close enough that the print of your pussy through the panties is so clear, you might as well take them off. So close that had your finger not been busy abusing it, your clit would be touching the tip of his nose.

He can smell you, and it's making his mouth water. Your skin as sweat begins to drip from it, the intoxicating aroma of your arousal, so close yet so far. He wants to taste you, and you can see it in the wide-eyed stare he gives you as your hand slips past the lacey band and spreads your lips, slivers of each just barely peeking out the sides. Free of obstruction, arousal pours till it pools on the sheets below.

Want. One word he didn't have to teach you. When he said it, it was as clear as if he'd said in your own language.

"Want! Taste!"

His whining got louder and louder, tears beading as you scooted just out of reach right as he stuck his tongue out.

Aww, he's so desperate. It's mean to tease him like this. Hey– if you put the panties over his face, would that still count as scissoring?

Once again, it doesn't matter, because you're already stuffing his mouth full of your cunt, with the panties still on. And naturally, he's already slurping it like a man starved. His eyes are wide and excited, his tongue curious and rough. Orange irises dash between your face and your cunt, and you can feel him trying to speak as you grind along his tongue. He manages to push your panties to the side, his tongue bullying its way into your hole. He's eager, and you're close, and soon, your fluids are gushing down what's left of his throat, across his face, and wetting the matching lace panties you fit across his skull.

Later that day, you find he won't let you take them off. When he asks, "Me cute?" You can't bare to tell him no.

Mr. Hood... Also doesn't have a physical form. But you've scissored with less. Brought matching panties for less, too.

Wearing nothing but creamy brown lace panties, you figure this might be your most accurate twin yet. You almost couldn't take him seriously with that little brown bow attached to his hood. But you had to match somehow!

When you sat on top of him, cloak still on, an idea crossed you. Peeling the cloak back does nothing; but reaching in, you feel something. Trailing lower and lower, eventually, you find something. Something that could make Mr. Hood shiver and shake and gasp and moan.

To keep the cloak on and his form tangible, you had to let him get on top. He towered over you, flowing robes hiding much of your own form. But when your cores touch, it's worth it. When he rests on you, fully seated in proper scissor positioning, you're surprised to find how heavy he is. His lips kiss yours hard through the panties, the slightest of movements hitting your clit head-on.

Caring as ever, he checks on you when he sees you flinch.

"No... Good. More."

"Hurt?"

"Good?" His voice is surprisingly breathy, and you realize he's panting. His hips give a seemingly experimental roll, and you moan loudly.

"Yes, good! More!"

"More." He sighs it almost contentedly, his pace getting slower, his thrusts harder. It's mind blowing, and you soon find that you're the one left whining.

He's not silent either though; gasps are starting to escape, and in your attempts to meet his thrusts you find what must be his clit. His back bows, a noise rising from deep in his chest to fill the air between you as he grips the bedframe. You work hard to hit that same spot over and over again.

He's talking, but you can't hear past the pleasure. He feels so good, and he's so wet, and the lewd sounds coming from where you meet seem to make you more sensitive. It's somehow hotter when you can't see what's happening. Only feel it, left to imagine how his hole must look as it leaks and drools, his face as you fuck him back.

Then, he hits your clit hard. You scream as you cum, chants of "Yes, more" swimming at the edge of your consciousness as your vision goes white. For a few moments, you're floating. And when he cums on you, borderline babbling,

"Good. Yes. More. More. More," ...

You ascend.

Mr. Gap was a hard guy to catch, and even harder to put panties on. Like, what color would you even get them in? Broken vent grey? Hole in the wall white? Super scary shadow black? But he had a body. A hole, even. And you had a goal.

Deep in the darkness of what you would assume was a gap, you and Mr. Gap fight for dominance. Unfortunately, it's not nearly as hot as it sounds.

"Put these on!"

"Give heart."

It wasn't even a question! He has the audacity to tell you, like he has ANY authority here!

"Rrghhh-" you grit your teeth, groaning as you hold up the matching pair of black panties, line with white lace and adorned with a cute little black bow. At the center of it? An even littler white heart. Far too cute for this ungrateful ass.

Searching for the words, you attempt to communicate your frustration—

And then, it hits you. Kind of.

"...Me give... Me?"

His single visible eye blinks, confusion and interest blossoming in his gaze.

"Come here."

He does, and finally, you feel him. Freezing skin, a thin body, and... A warm cunt. It's a hassle to explain how you wrestled those panties onto him, but... There's emphasis on "wrestled."

At last, you have his legs locked tight around you. One over your shoulder, the other wrapped securely around your waist. You could hear how quickly he was breathing as if he were right next to you, feel every shudder of anticipation as if they were yours. You're beginning to think that this "gap" isn't just a space he resides in, but in some form, it is him. A part of him, at least. And it was feeling everything you did to him just as much if not more.

You roll your hips, and it seems as if the whole space pulsed. God, he's sensitive; that one thrust made his back arch, broken nails clawing down the skin of your thighs hard enough to draw blood. He didn't moan, but his sharp intake of breath told you plenty. You couldn't see what you were doing, but it seems like you should keep doing it.

Once more, and you feel as if you're inside him, being clenched and gripped as though he'd never let you leave again. He cries out this time, and it's your name that leaves his lips. It's not often that you hear anyone say it, let alone him, and it catches you by surprise

"[Name]..... Give... Heart?"

'Old habits die hard,' you guess. You sigh, grinding backwards reallllllllll slow, drawing out a long moan from the spirit beneath you..... And then starting straight into the most brutal pace you can manage.

The reaction is immediate; his back arches high and hard, and you're leaning over him to hold him by it. His cries become screams, pleasure tearing his vocal cords to shreds as you mercilessly fuck him. The friction of the panties, the knowledge that they matched, and the complete loss of sight left you in a similar state. It was too much, you were too sensitive, he felt too good, he needed you too badly. You didn't mind when he clawed at your back to ground himself. It'd turn you on again later, seeing the blood on his fingers, the scars on your back.

Both of your legs begin to tremble, the pulse of the space numbing your brain to all but the feel of his pussy against your own. It was electrifying, to the point you didn't realize you'd cum till your limbs failed to hold you up any longer. Mr. Gap was in even worse shape; he'd cum a long time ago. Overstimulation had fried his brain, his eye glazed over and unfocused.

You can't even find it in you to be mad when, however long later it was, he whispers, "You.... Not give you."

How'd you say it again in his language?

"You lose."

Mr. Scarletella was more than eager to dress up for you. Any chance to see you was a blessing upon his evil soul, and every chance to please you was an opportunity to make sure you never need, or want, anyone else, ever again.

Mr. Scarletella didn't just have on red underwear. He was wearing a full lingerie set.

Caging you onto the bed with his massive form, his nose brushed yours with every heavy exhale he released. Blood red eyes more haunted than the very building you inhabited stared at you, hungry for something you were oh-so ready to give him.

Your gaze carried a similar hunger. It made him love you that much more.

Your hands hold his face far too tenderly, a sort of daze coming over you. All you wanted was to touch and feel and taste and have and keep and- was this you thinking, or him?

Your hands run over red lace, silk straps snapping against his skin as you pulled them. You only let one hand continue far enough to cup his cunt; it emitted warmth enough to burn you up, and bless if it didn't excite you.

"Change."

He listens, eager to please. Now he lay flat on the bed, you between his thighs. Your eyes sat heavy on his core, watching arousal gradually soak through until when you touch it, a thin string connects you even when you pull your hand away.

Red panties, red lace, red bow. You kiss him, in more ways than one. First, mouth to mouth; it's a stretch, but it's worth it to feel his intensity all poured into a single touch. Then, cunt to cunt; you cage his thighs beneath your own, savoring the sigh of relief you both give when your pussies meet. The touch is soft, the intensity high. You want no more than to fuck him like this, until peak after peak rolls by, until you can't move, until Mr. Scarletella can't speak, until he tells you his name.

And so, you do. There was never going to be a slow start with him. He's all fire and passion and pumping blood and beating hearts, and merely being around him leaves you infected with the need to do and touch and please and have and-

"Love..."

His voice is a shadow of its former self. A breathless husk, just barely caught and kept long enough to say one word.

"Love... Me?"

"Yes."

"Together... Long?"

"Of course."

"You...." His voice cracks, then breaks, the shards of his sentence lost within the echoing cries that rip from his throat as he cums.

You can feel his clit twitching against yours. Your own tears begin to pour, your own orgasm crashing into you, yet your hips don't so much as stutter. It's as though they were possessed by a separate entity, one that intended to bleed you both dry.

Hours continue like this, and his ability to speak is lost completely. At some point, your body fails you too, your ability to move now gone. Peak after peak have gone by, but...

In the silence of the room, hours, days, years later, he finally mumbles something.

"Hm?"

"Me..."

You don't even have the strength to open your eyes, but you imagine yourself quirking your eyebrow while tilting your head in confusion.

"Name...."

Wait...?

"Me... Give."

You don't have time to react. Before you realize, he's saying it, and your life has changed forever.

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A/N: believe it or not, Mr. Gap is my favorite. But Mr. Scarletella is special to me. I don't even LIKE yanderes! Mr. Silvitair not included cause I don't really like him as much lol :P

[rcmclachlan]

Reading the comments on this post and you know what? Tommy does have a podcast!

It's called Getting Rom-Commy with Tommy and he breaks down the history, plots, tropes, and cliches made famous by romantic comedies. He recorded the first episode—Tillie's Punctured Romance, the first feature film in the genre—in 2020 during the early days of the pandemic, and has since gained a small but loyal following who love his deep dives, quirky sense of humor, and the random breadcrumbs about his own life that he drops occasionally.

For three and a half years, he's posted an episode every other Thursday without fail, so it's the talk of r/romcommytommy when the promised episode about A New Leaf doesn't materialize. They worry about Tommy being sick or dead—or worse: growing bored with the subject matter—and flood his podcast inbox with well wishes and pleas to continue the series.

Finally, the episode goes up the following Thursday, and he prefaces it by apologizing for the delay. He had gotten tangled up in a work thing and had spent the previous week dealing with the fallout (i.e.: paperwork), but he's in high spirits because he isn't in federal prison and has reconnected with old friends. And made some new ones! Which has nothing to do with Walter Matthau's performance, which in Tommy's opinion is one of his best, and he jumps right into the movie and says no more about what kept him away.

After that, for months, the series takes on a different tone—more buoyant, almost bewilderingly cheerful—and it elevates what was already a great program to something that truly has a happy ending every time. More people start listening. The subreddit hits 10k members, and speculation about what's causing Tommy's audible joy runs rampant, with most agreeing it's because he has someone special in his life.

Then, the 103rd episode goes live. It's an unflinching look at the movie Blue Valentine, which is very much not a romantic comedy, and for the entire episode Tommy vacillates between sounding dead inside and on the verge of tears. "It's just another example of how even the most passionate relationship will erode over time," he murmurs. The episode ends without its usual jaunty outro.

It becomes clear over the next several weeks that something devastating has happened, because Tommy has ditched his beloved rom-coms for the most depressing movies ever made. The subject of the top trending post on the subreddit for a month is 'If I ever listen to the Closer episode again I will need the following: a gun.'

His listeners debate whether or not to jump ship, but the film analyses are still really good. Plus, it feels like abandoning a friend in their time of need.

I don't know if you will ever see this, Tommy, but I think I speak for everyone when I say: we love you, we're here for you, we're not going anywhere, but for the love of GOD please go to therapy, u/marshedmellowout comments on the post for the In The Mood For Love episode.

No one's quite sure if u/marshedmellowout got through to him, but it feels like a turning point when the subject of the next episode is Desert Hearts. Tommy spends almost half the episode runtime analyzing the film's hopeful ending, and even cracks a couple of jokes. While his voice doesn't have that incandescent happiness from before, it's much lighter.

The next few episodes continue that slow, upward trend, and the movies Tommy deconstructs go from having hopeful endings to happy ones. He's back to making terrible puns and laughing at his own jokes, and everyone on the subreddit breathes a collective sigh of relief. He's going to be okay.

None of his listeners are prepared for how he starts the 118th episode.

"You're all in for a treat today, because I'm joined by a very special guest. He's not a big fan of movies, usually, but he's got a mind made for analysis, so making him watch Groundhog Day was kind of a no-brainer. I've been dying to hear him pick this one apart. Evan, say hi."

The joy from all those months ago is clear and present in Tommy's voice, but it's tempered with something new: certainty.

"H-Hi, everyone," Evan says, bashful and a little giggly. "Sorry, I've never done something like this before."

"You literally had a walk-on role in the country's most watched TV show. 22 million people tuned in that night, and that's not including the streaming numbers."

"That was different! I had one line. Plus, I didn't care about making Brad look dumb."

"Brad didn't need your help with that," Tommy says, audibly besotted. "Evan, you can't possibly make me look dumb. They can't see me."

Groaning through laughter, Evan gasps, "Oh my god, I said you get five stupid jokes and you just wasted one. Better make the next four count."

"I'll do my best," Tommy says. "So, overall, what did you think of the movie?"

It's the most listened to episode of the entire podcast, and u/cadburybunnyeggs's post 'Evan needs to be a permanent host and here's why' makes the front page of Reddit.

(A year later, the Four Weddings and a Funeral episode, which goes live two days before Tommy and Evan get married, is nominated for a Webby Award. What happens afterwards in the subreddit breaks containment and winds up in the New York Times.)

[illovehaileesteinfeld]

caitvi frat party double team

cw: dom!caitlyn, G!P CAITLYN, switch!vi, top!cait, (r!receiving like everything) pussy eating, penetration (with caits dick), fingering v!receving, no use of y/n, established caitvi relationship, one night stand, porn with a little plot, vi touching herself <3 , frat party sex, r! has silly commentary, not proofred so tell me if this is ass.

reqs are open!!

~

you stood at the keg, cursing under your breath when the machine turned out empty. the friends you had come with had disappeared within approximately 17 seconds of walking in the doors, leaving you alone and quickly losing your social battery.

turning to search the room for something else to drink, you raised an eyebrow at a blue haired girl trailing her eyes over your figure, lingering maybe a bit too long on your tits, but hey, who's complaining?

she took a few steps forward, meeting you at the next best source of alcohol, something far too similar to fireball. you reached a hand out to pour a cup of whatever it was, stopped by the cold fingertips of the girl.

"you don't want to drink that, its vile" she whispered, breath sending shivers down your throat as she was far closer than expected. there was a small hint of humor in her accented voice, sharp blue eyes piercing yours.

"oh.. alright. any suggestions then?" you muttered, head tilted slightly. she grinned softly, shaking her head.

"me and my girlfriend have vodka upstairs, if thats to your interest?" she said, voice a low hum.

well, if the promise of privacy with a girl that was most definitely flirting in some fucked lesbian way, decent liquor, and hopefully another gorgeous girl to look at wasn't enough? this had to be a wet dream waiting to happen.

that was all the convincing it took, finding yourself standing a bit too awkwardly, looking through the door the blue haired girl - who had introduced herself as Caitlyn - opened in front of you.

"mm, Vi, pour her a drink" Caitlyn said, eyes flashing to the incredibly hot reddish-pink haired girl across the room. god fucking dammit why are they both so fuckable?

you sat nervously on the edge of the bed in the room, unsure if it was radioactive or not, but assuming since the room was.. relatively clean, it wouldn't be too bad to lay half an asscheek on.

Vi stood, handing you a plastic cup with straight fucking vodka poured in it - who even does that? in zaun of all places?

well, that certainly never stopped anyone in the past. you quickly downed the cup, setting it down with a quiet gag as it burned the back of your throat. mm, if that didn't turn heads? don't ask which ones, Caitlyn might be covering her cock now, but it certainly wont last long.

Vi's powdery-blue eyes were on you in an instant, biting at her lips.

"hm, Cait, i see what you meant.. she is adorable" the redhead murmured, glancing up at her girlfriend who was most definitely giving bedroom eyes, fuck, if the night went anything like you wanted it too..

"is this just.. couple activities?" you asked, insanely awkward and what else would you say with two girls staring you down, one of them noticeably nudging her crotch while the other took a few steps closer like a fuckin' rabid animal.

"oh, most definitely." Vi tutted, standing only a foot or so away now. You only really got a closer look at her then, her button up only half done and wrinkled. "don't suppose you'd like to entertain us for the night.?"

"please."

Caitlyn snickered across the room, standing aswell as she watched Vi perch on your thigh, baby blue eyes heavy lidded as if she was waiting for more than just fucking grinding on you.

It seemed to happen all at once, though truthfully it was just alcohol from earlier in the night, to be laid back on the bed; a needy masc whimpering as she grinded your thigh, and an incredibly composed and rock hard woman unbuckling her jeans.

"we'll stop when you say the word; you okay with..?" the british girl asked, nudging down to her boxers. god, the neediest whimper left your lips, nodding quickly. Caitlyn simply smirked, taking her jeans off and palming her dick.

Vi somehow took that as a symbol to move, breathing heavily as her hand reached down under her basketball shorts, a soft moan escaping her lips when she started touching herself.

Caitlyn gently pushed the waist of your bottoms down, rubbing her cold thumb over the surface of your skin as she looked over how fucking soaked you were. it was humiliating, somehow in a sexy god-fuck-me-please type of way, but still sexy.

pushing her own jeans down, Caitlyn kissed your clit gently, moving back up and tracing her tongue over your neck. she aligned her cock with your entrance, breath hitched as she eased her way in.

only once her cock was halfway plunged did you get reminded of the redhead beside you, soft moans leaving her lips as she watched Caitlyn fuck into you.

"fuck-" you gasped, Caitlyn bottoming out. your head fell back, eyes shut. this bed could not have been sanitary if this woman was ruining you so quickly, but that most definitely didn't matter anymore.

only half paying attention to anything around you, you noticed Caitlyns hand reaching up Vi's shorts, god this woman could multitask. Vi's whimpers grew louder, the sound making you impossibly more horny as Caitlyns hips thrust.

a blur of gasps and whimpers filled the room, everyone inside of it filled with pleasure. you were sure Cait got distracted, her face falling into your neck and her thrusts getting so hard your legs felt like jelly.

saying you were tight was an understatement. you babbled out whimpers and moans, only realized Caitlyn had focused on you because her girl had already finished, soaking wet and salty fingers being pressed to your lips.

that only made it worse (better, truthfully), the intrusion fucking delightful. Vi's fingers, pushed past your lips, and you couldn't help but squirm at the taste - god, you would do anything for more.

Caitlyn could see you getting disoriented, biting down on your neck and emitting a loud moan from your lips. her tip pushed against your cervix, so deliciously painful, and you were just about done for.

"jus' like that-" Caitlyn muttered, her pretty voice broken as you realized just how tight you were. she came first, fucking filling you with cum but not finishing until you were done for yourself. your back arched up, eyes shutting tighter as a gasp of a moan fell from your lips.

Vi whimpered at the sound, her lips finding your neck as she sucked slightly, busying herself as all she wanted was to lick up everything from you and her girlfriend.

Caitlyn pulled out after a moment, gesturing her girl to go at it. Vi was an incredibly messy eater, nose nudging your clit in the most incredible way, her lips parted as her tongue pushed into you, making you fucking soak into her mouth.

she was working you up impossibly quick, swallowing the mixture of yours and Caitlyns cum, devouring you whole. it was perfect, your walls tightening around the warmth of the girls tongue. she whimpered against you, the vibration sending a louder moan from your lips.

Caitlyn pushed her girlfriend head further, stroking her cock as she watched you fall apart again from Vi's tongue. you panted, finishing in what was probably a record, Vi swallowing it all like a greedy little shit.

well, if that wasn't the night you imagined. Caitlyn was sure to clean both of her girls up, smirking gently as your legs shook.

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written for the lovely @wsgbailey !!

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side note, this is inspired by another fic. it is not copied nor meant to be an impersonation. please do not repost my work <33

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Hi hi! I love you’re writings💗

Can I request for g!p soft Sevika with breeding kink please? Maybe Sevika is bottom and reader just ride her and tease with idea to cum inside…

Thank you🫶🏻

♰ sevika x f!reader ִ ݁ ˖ ◜

cw: g!p sevika, sevika bottom (if u squint too much), breeding kink, teasing (from the reader), reader dominating the situation (?, porn without plot

note: i honestly don't remember much of what i wrote here but i saw it was for this request in my notes so... i hope it's what u asked for

they were a chaos of soft moans and groans. wet kisses, saliva spreading from the corner of their lips that almost reached their necks and gasps for air. your hands were firm in her hair as you moved your hips torturously over her clothing covered bulge, her hands gripping your hips, occasionally releasing moans into your mouth desperate for you.

you broke away from the hot kiss for a moment and gently licked her lower lip, sucking it softly before letting your teeth sink into the flesh of her dark lips: listening to the grunt and gasp that sevika let out, you felt how all the heat began to rise through your body.

"did you like that, love?" you teased with a tempting smile, subtly watching sevika reaction, who let out a heavy sigh before looking back at you.

"yes, i love it doll" she pronounced quickly no matter how begging she looked in front of you. "mhh should we level up?" you responded as your hands went down to the hem of her pants playing with them.

she simply nodded as if all her words had been swallowed, she leaned her head back to rest on the pillow, letting out soft sighs.

when you saw that sevika gave you permission, you moved a little to be able to take off her pants more easily. you grabbed the hem of them along with her boxers and slowly lowered them. your eyes widened with pleasure when you saw how sevika cock finally came out from her cage, the erect cock jumped against her stomach but you continued lowering the fabric down her toned thighs until you reached her knees.

"you look so pretty like this" you said looking at how sevika was breathing unevenly while her eyes were closed and you could notice the slight sweat running down her forehead, you laughed just thinking about how desperate she could be right now.

not hearing any words, you looked down at her penis, you could see that there were already droplets of precum near her tip. you smile when you see what you could provoke in sevika and slowly wrap the phallus in your hand, giving gentle movements up and down.

"does it feel good?" you ask, watching as sevika began to cling to the sheets, she simply moaned and nodded. “good girl…” you praise.

your hand continued making the movements from up to down, watching as her cock became increasingly wetter from the precum, your thumb went to her head, caressing it gently, causing sevika to shudder.

"did you just shiver, vika?" you muttered with some sarcasm, hearing her groan at your comment, clearly annoyed.

you had her at your mercy and that only makes you hornier, you don't want her to cum in your hand so you put her penis aside feeling how she was complaining when she no longer felt your heat on her circumference, slowly you moved to being able to take off your shorts easier.

you threw them to the side and since you didn't have panties you focused on sevika, trying to position yourself to feel how your skin was sticking to hers. you moved your hips, rubbing from one side to the other only on her tip and this only made sevika desperate further.

"damn it princess, put it in now" she speaks impatiently as she takes a look at you, you stopped the games since equal deep down you were desperate and you began to align her cock to your needy entrance watching those anxious eyes that watched all your movements while her stiff cock collided inside your wet center, making its way between your tight walls. you saw how she rolled her eyes and let out a subtle moan as she felt everything all your insides in her circumference.

her hands moved to your hips, squeezing them tightly. her reaction was so exquisite that you raised your hips and fell back down only to hear her cute moan again.

the intensity of the moment fueled your need to dominate her and explore every inch of her body, you leaned closer to her; "does it feel good?" you asked, knowing full well that she couldn't answer because of her euphoria.

you clung to her shoulders and began to push your hips, riding her so exquisitely that sevika would occasionally let out moans louder than normal, you weren't far behind either, the rhythm of your hips made you feel a thousand things; feeling sevika cock inside you touching all those exact points that led you to lose your sanity made you delirious.

"i-it feels so good vika" you gasp for air to fill your lungs suffocated by pleasure.

in her first attempt to control the situation, she began to push her hips in rhythm with yours, making your back hunch and you felt slight tears begin to threaten to come out.

"fuck..." she managed to formulate letting out a sigh, in response you squeezed your pussy around she making her let out a grunt. the intensity of the moment began to be noticed when the splash began to intensify and you could feel how sevika was throbbing inside you.

"so fucking perfect" she gasped as her flesh hand went down to your ass giving it a squeeze, you smiled when you the heard and leaned in to whisper to she; "do you want to cum inside?"

you could see how her eyes darkened just by mentioning being able to end up inside: since you never allowed her to. "get me pregnant, i'm sure you want it" you whispered, provoking her even more. "would you give me your cum, love?"

something clicked in sevika and her hands quickly grabbed onto your body, starting to thrust harder into you with a very great urgency. you grabbed onto her back, scratching the in her wake. the sound of skin against skin filled the room and you let out all the noises and complaints that you couldn't before.

"damn it... i'll leave my son inside you" she let out between gasps before feeling her climax approaching. jets of her semen filled your insides and uterus, making you collapse in her arms. for a few minutes, the only thing that could be heard in the room were her agitated breathing in search of air. they enjoyed the silence until you felt sane enough to to be able to move and want to take her cock out of you, if it weren't for the quick movement that sevika made you fall back into her chest.

"this is far from over, darling, i will fill you until i am sure you have my son."